AS A TECH BOY.
Mr. Woodley was the woodwork teacher nicknamed “Buzzer” for his habit of buzzing pieces of wood with great accuracy at any naughty boy who was spotted doing something wrong. His aim and length was extremely good and he hurt.!!
He was also the head of the local A.T.C.(Air Training Corp) and suspended from the ceiling were models of aircraft used for Aircraft Recognition with his A.T.C. Classes. Whenever he left the room we all became “ Little Buzzers “ and got our own back by throwing pieces of wood at his beloved planes. The school decided to join in the “Buy a Spitfire Fund “ and held raffles etc to reach a target so one of the class Ken Daer took down one of Buzzers planes, painted it and sold raffle tickets with the plane, it was a Spitfire, as the prize .Buzzer bought a few tickets commenting on the fact that the plane was a good replica and wondered why we were laughing.
Mr.Davies was the Headmaster who had a very large gold ring which certainly hurt when he hit you which was often. He never saw the funny side of life and never smiled.
Mr.Denny was the caretaker and he used the lads to carry the coal when it was delivered, to the coal bunker at the back of the school. One day he asked the teacher Mrs.Savage if a few boys could help him as his back was hurting (he always said this ) it was only a English lesson and before the teacher could answer about a dozen of us were up and out of the door. Bill Denny was so pleased with our efforts he gave us all a cigarette with “ Don’t tell anyone “ He then went away and came back with the Head saying HE had caught these boys smoking .We were punished of course and we never did discover Bill’s reasoning for telling on us.
Mr. Gus Stacey was the P.E.teacher always affected by the moon but a very pleasant man . He had taken part in the Olympics years ago on the Rings .
During our P.E.lessons we would hide in the apparatus and have a smoke Gus would then chase us and when he caught us he would cram us all in a cupboard the size of a wardrobe whacking us with a stick until we were all in, but we had this off to a fine art, the first boys in would crouch on the floor ,the next lot would crouch on the backs of those already in ,we managed about four tiers of boys and if Gus was really cross –five tiers.
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Mrs.Savage our English teacher was very meek and mild .
We were very short of text books and she always said that we have to share one book between two, this meant havoc because the boy at the back wanted to share with the boy at the front and so on and using our desks as minature trains we would shuffle all over the class room ,every boy was on the move making train noises.This usually took half the lesson.
A boy would be talking when she was writing on the blackboard and without turning around she would call out “ Would that boy who was talking come out to the front and stand in the corner “ and of course the whole class would walk to the front, all 30 of us all fighting and trying to get in the corner . She would soon forget this and in a few weeks “ Would that boy who was talking……… etc etc.
Most of the other boys in the class wouldn’t bother with the homework and a “0” would be entered against their names .As soon as she left the class a “1” was entered to turn the “0” into “10”
She was soon replaced by Mrs .Byers a rather short but oh! so strict and her first remark was that we were so far behind that we had a awful lot to catch up and she made sure we did. We really worked hard for her.
When she first sat on the edge of her desk there was a clatter as every boys pencil seemed to fall on the floor and the whole class bent down to search for their pencils.
At the top of the stairs outside room7 on either side of the door were two full size nude statues ,one male complete with fig leaf, and one female (the reader can complete this little section)
One of the favourite games at playtime was on the small wall at the back of the school.(We had no playground ) and we would line up to try to push the other team off this wall.
After lessons we would all go to the beach to search for pieces of shrapnel , planes, parachutes etc . It was on one of these searches that one of our class was blown up by a personnel bomb and was blinded and lost a leg.
I often went with my grandfather Dave Wildish to look for anything washed up by the tide .If a plane or ship etc was blown up Dave would know exactly when and where the pieces would be washed up. Any dead body washed up and the finder would receive , I believe it was £1 .
was the most trusted class in the school and we had our lessons
Another day we formed a circle holding hands, all 30 of us , and we unscrewed the electric light switch and the two bravest boys were to touch the live terminals and we all spit on our hands to make sure that we would have a good electrical contact .We wanted to see what would happen ,if we would all die or just the two who touched the terminals when we completed thed circuit.
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