Now Digit that really has stirred the memory cells.
In the early 1950s when I was at school, our classroom was used as the sewing room when the girls had their sewing classes and the boys went off to the woodwork class.
We used to get the girls to leave us some Knob pins under the inkwells in the desks.
We would then bend these over and shoot them across the class usings a rubber band (idiotic I know).
We used to sit in the classroom in 4 rows with the most disruptive lads in the front of row 4 right in front of the teachers desk.
One day someone shot a pin at the lad sitting right in front of the teacher and it stuck in the back of his neck. (not saying who it was)
The lad jumped to his feet shouting, and the teacher thinking he was being very disruptive picked up the 3 foot board ruler and began lamping him with it and telling him to sit down.
Eventually the lad was able to tell the teacher what had happened and she sent for the headmaster.
The headmaster asked who had fired the shot but there were no takers,
so all of the boys were called out one at a time and made to empty their pockets
He found no pins but as one lad was returning to his desk he muttered something and the headmaster grabbed him by the lapel of his jacket and yelled out because he had found where we kept our arsenal.
We were all called to the front of the class and told to turn our collars up and every lad who had any pins was sent to his office where we all had six of the best and our names entered in the Black Book.
As I am writing this I am smiling thinking about the lad jumping up and the teacher lamping him with the board ruler but I also find myself clenching my fingers thinking about those six strokes we had.
Obviously in later life you realise what a stupid thing it was to be doing but at the time it seemed to be a laugh.
Alan. :shock:
