I came across this the other day and thought it worth sharing.
In 1963, many moons ago, I was an "au pair" boy in France. They called the male of the species "moniteur" and, as well as looking after four young lads, aged between 9 and 15, I was to teach them sailing, tennis, and, of course, English.
The teaching is another story and I have briefly touched on that part of my life as a language teacher here.
The point of this post is simply to share the gift they gave me when I was leaving (above).