Thankfully behavioural issues are now seen more in terms of educating those rather than just punishment.Quote:
Originally Posted by SLUDGE FACTORY
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Thankfully behavioural issues are now seen more in terms of educating those rather than just punishment.Quote:
Originally Posted by SLUDGE FACTORY
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by delmbox
https://uk.linkedin.com/in/frank-callus-a201138Quote:
Originally Posted by splott parker
Surely not the elderly Brother Luke of the late '60s and into the '70s. He was kind, gentle and meek to a fault, forever pottering around his greenhouse. Brother Alexander was the sadist. Very handy (and skilled) with the cane.Quote:
Originally Posted by BLUETIT
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.
This was early 60’s when St Illtyds was down Splott.Quote:
Originally Posted by jimmyscoular
The school drastically changed when it moved to Llanrumney/St Mellon’s
Brother Claude, the headmaster down Splott was a sadist
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.
Dead spit of him, definitely a son of his.Quote:
Originally Posted by Wash DC Blue
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by alfie
As for caning, I was given the stick on he hand several times in in St German's Junior School. Hurt like hell.
Child's play Sludge !!Quote:
Originally Posted by SLUDGE FACTORY
One of our teachers made you turn over your hand and whack you on the knuckle area. I can tell you it really bloody hurt.
Not sure how old you are, but did you have a Mr Kavanagh in Llanrumney High?Quote:
Originally Posted by Moodybluebird
Having my collection of Football Cards out during a lesson because the teacher hadn’t turned up, must have been around 1971
Our PE teacher always picked up boys by the short hair just in front of your ear, it doesn’t give you any option your have to move.
Was given the cane a couple of times in St Francis between 73 and 77 (aged 7 - 11). Right on the finger tips
I went to a couple of Catholic schools before I told my old dear it was all bullshit
She gave me a slapping
But nothing compared to what I got off the teachers in Catholic schools who were either sadistic or a danger to children
The nuns were just as bad
Shameful
Ban religious schools
never got caned or the dap, had a chalk board rubber hit me in the head, it wasnt even thrown at me, the Geography teacher was a crap throw
:hehe::hehe: that happened quite often, our Geography teacher was also like a Jack forward, 20 shots, 1 on targetQuote:
Originally Posted by blue matt
In one word you've brought me out into a cold sweat. Cheers Tuerto !!Quote:
Originally Posted by Tuerto
I absolutely detested the man, without doubt the worse teacher I ever had. Apologies if you're related to him lol.
He was my Maths teacher from 1965 - 1970. He used to say if you don't understand something just ask him. But if you did, he'd accuse you of not paying attention, call you names in front of your classmates and make you stand outside the classroom for 10 minutes. His favourite was to call anyone not good at maths Joe Soap.
As you can tell, I'm not bitter any more but I would swing for that tw*t even now. I need a lie down.
We had plain clothes nuns towards the end of my time in Mostyn, but the ones before that, in their all black habits, were amongst the most violent people I've met. They'd come at you like a stealth bomber, wimple billowing in their rage, and whack you across the knuckles with the side of the ruler. Mr Rooney the woodwork teacher had a wooden bat labelled 'Central Heating' which he'd whack you across the arse with. I got sent to the headmaster about 30 minutes after my Mum had left; she'd been summoned to hear about my misbehaviour, boy did I get thrashed. It was bad, because kids from a nearby class were later asking me what I'd done to deserve that.Quote:
Originally Posted by SLUDGE FACTORY
did he fall over in the classroom , pretending to be hurt ?Quote:
Originally Posted by Des Parrot
Teachers I remember from my brief spell inside Mostyn prison were Mrs Cook, science , she was hot , Mr pugh , Mr price woodwork , sister Catherine and sister Mary Micheal who told us masturbation was wrong ......we were 12 year old kids ff sake ......and a special needs teacher nicknamed Jo ninety who was a tough little git . The physics teacher was mad , the music teacher wore clogs and the sports teachers refused to take us for football so the maths teacher took us instead which was cool as I hated the games teachers . Oh and Mr Rooney, peg leg who was headmaster and Mr good geography who once got stuck in to a school fight between a few rockers and jam fans . He won.Quote:
Originally Posted by elytillidie
I got the cane very regularly and it was always for shouting out wisecracks in class. However, it never changed my ways.
I think I got away with a fair bit in school because I was considered a “good boy” - I was far from the worst behaved, but definitely not among the best. The irony is that I was blameless when I was caned for the only time.
It was on the day England played Romania in the 1970 World Cup and a group of about six of us were having a kick about during the lunch break. We were using a full size plastic ball and one of my mates miskicked it on to the window of the headmaster’s room.
Cantonian’s headmaster was “Motho” Davies who had been there for years and had a fearsome reputation, so we feared the worst when he opened the window and told us to come to his room - it was a measure of how much he was feared that none of us thought to run away as soon as the ball hit the window or that we would take a “wrong turn” on the way to his office.
We were quaking in our boots while we waited outside his room, but when we called in, he surprised us by asking if we were going to watch the game later on and we proceeded to talk about football for a few minutes (that was a surprise as well because he was thought of very much as a rugby man). We thought we were going to get away with it, but then reached for his cane and asked us who had kicked the ball against the window, none of us answered and so he proceeded to whack all of us on the backside once.
It didn’t hurt anywhere as much as I expected it to and down the years, I wondered if Motho’s heart was in it - he retired a couple of years later and maybe he was tired of doling out the canings (he certainly had administered plenty of them down the years).
and a cricket bat in mostyn:hehe:Quote:
Originally Posted by Moodybluebird
He took a run up from outside the classroom, in the corridor, and gave a hell of a whack. I was at Pontypridd Grammar too so remember him well. He was a nice bloke apart from the the blatant sadism. And as you you say a Geometry teacher too. A fair few of the teachers there knew how to punish kids. Canes across the back of the legs, back of the hands, palm of the hands and one guy across the face. And we had to avoid board dusters been launched at us.Quote:
Originally Posted by Former Labour leader
A ruler across the knuckles for exploding a marble in a vice in the metalwork room.
Looking back a very stupid thing to do but back in those days health and safety was unheard of and I was very stupid.
One strike of the cane was pretty frequent for daring to bring in a tennis ball to kick about in the yard although a oval shaped ball was encouraged.
So my memory wasn't playing tricks!Quote:
Originally Posted by cardiff55
Headmaster, Nap, I think we used to called him caned be a couple of times but I cant really recall much else.
My greatest pleasure was my last day at school, walking down the school steps smoking, with a teacher bellowing out of the window telling me to stop. I turned around and gave him the Vs.
Not proud of myself, but I had started that school with high hopes but ended hating it.
My mother was caned in St Francis, the teacher had a big problem on his hands though as my mother had 10 brothers, she was the youngest and the only girl. Big mistake!Quote:
Originally Posted by Michael Morris
TOBW, Never a Grass! :hehe:Quote:
Originally Posted by the other bob wilson
I remember Mr Kavanagh. He was the first to cane me in Llanrumey High or Ball Road as we called it. The twat.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tuerto
That Mr Sheskonas hung a lad outside by his jacket collar on the first floor. How the parents had respect for him i dont know.Quote:
Originally Posted by Cyncoed Slumdog
Had the cane so many times ,we used to boast about which teacher had the hardest swipe , and then wear it as a badge of honour.Quote:
Originally Posted by Moodybluebird
A few have mentioned the rap on the knuckles with a ruler. This was a trademark of, what seemed like at the time, an elderly woman teacher, Miss Williams, in St Alban’s juniors. Not the flat of the ruler, the edge, she’d tell you to put your hand flat on the desk and bring it down hard, leaving a line on your knuckles for the rest of the day. Unbelievable behaviour really for an aged spinster, dear God she had a temper.
As I said earlier I detested the man, even though I was never caned by him. He always smelled of a mixture of menthol sweets and cigarette smoke. But it was his horrible teaching methods that will stay with me forever.Quote:
Originally Posted by alfie
I thought Mr Ford, Mr Edmunds, Rocco Richards, Mr Kelly and a few others were excellent teachers by comparison.
Howard Richards hit hard,and the mad Mr Franklyn was a twat.Quote:
Originally Posted by alfie
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Originally Posted by splott parker
What about the Casey sisters, like the 3 witches in Hocus Pocus :hehe:
I was never in one of their classes but you’re right they were fearsome. I knew you’d remember Miss Williams, they were old weren’t they? Or did they just seem it to us? All spinsters as well, no man could have dealt with them I s’pose.Quote:
Originally Posted by BLUETIT
Do you remember Tex the automechanic teacher walking around the play ground tapping a steel pipe , I liked Mr Webb PE Teacher and his murder ball moments .Quote:
Originally Posted by Moodybluebird
Oh yes Mr Franklyn,i had many encounters with him. You did not want the dap off him either.Quote:
Originally Posted by jeepster
I once saw Kavanagh egged on one of our last day of school riotsQuote:
Originally Posted by alfie