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Joggo died fairly recently, was John Williams still there when you were there? Great teacher, drank in The Royal Oak, a musician in St Alban’s band, used to get us in The City with a group complimentary ticket in the late 60s, anyway, he passed away last week. Callus won’t die, looked like he reincarnated at Lliswerry School to continue his reign of terror
I went to Whitchurch Grammar where the cane was used very sparingly and you had to do something incredibly wrong to receive it.
4 or 5 boys in my class - if we had had a mass beating- were effeminate, non sporting and so weak nobody ever bullied them. I don’t think these poor guys could have handled corporal punishment without lots of crying, begging to be let off, etc.
Out of interest, what was the errant girl’s punishment in the end? Also, how did her classmates treat her from then on? Was there some sort of revenge against her?
A mass incorrect caning in my school I think would have had repercussions against the school/teachers by parents even in the 1960s. Most pupils were there to learn and get into university; not to misbehave. You only had to see the other parents at parents’ meetings to understand what they were like. Their precious studious kids being caned would generally not have gone down well!
I got , together with 4 others , the metre long wooden measuring stick , across the open hand for being the organisers of a scrap between two kids who hated each other .
We deserved punishment of course but that sort of thing could have broken fingers or knuckles. It was barbaric and only made me more of a git in school .
No deterrent whatsoever
I was back in trouble within a few weeks
Schools should have counsellors to educate youngsters as to the effects of their behaviour and hopefully that's the case now
The kids who were trouble makers in school rather than my lot, who even though we got caned a fair bit were just occasionally naughty boys, no more, certainly didn’t change their ways. The beatings they had which were a bit more extreme than the stick or the dap, sometimes, didn’t make them see the light, in fact it most probably made them worse. Teachers flying off the handle didn’t help at all, sensible, considerate handling, which some teachers displayed gained them a lot more respect resulting in better pupil behaviour.
I attended St. Cadoc's primary school in the 1960s when the headmaster was Mr. Buckley. He had a reputation among us kids for wielding a bamboo cane with a rusty nail through the end, the better to draw blood. I was sent to his office for 'crossing the white line' in the playground once too often. I stood outside his office trembling for about 20 minutes, the mythical rusty nail growing larger and larger in my imagination. Finally, he showed up. 'Why are you here?' he asked. 'I stepped outside the white line,' I said.
Looks at me for an interminable five seconds.
'Get back to your classroom,' he said.
That is the definition of relief.
Middle of a boring English lit lesson, miles away, started doodling in chalk on my desk. Of course one of the words was f*ck.
A figure loomed over me, it was the teacher, the deputy head. 'See me in my office at break time'.
I thought I was going to get the hiding of my life, but no, just a telling off. I learned my lesson and never did that again.
A post script. A number of years later I discovered that teacher was gay. I have wondered since if he'd had a soft spot for me, and that saved me.
Sounds like the same Bro. Luke, given the time frame. Perhaps he mellowed with age. He was indeed a maths teacher, although I remember him being very patient with my lifelong innumeracy.
My brother taught there! The parents would ask him for tea after school. He loved it because he said he had a different type of ethnic food every evening. The head was a real character called Frank Sheskonas.
As for caning, I was given the stick on he hand several times in in St German's Junior School. Hurt like hell.