The young male dog -
While the school was in the process of being built, the workers had a small depot of sand & gravel to make concrete with. It was during a recess when all the boys were under the trees in the shade the a female dog wandered in to the quadrandle and eventually laid down on the sand. Then a young male dog came in and found the female which must have been on heat for it tried to mate with her. It must have been the first time for the male for it was trying all over the female but the right place. This cause all the boys to laugh. We must have made a racket for a male teacher came out and asked what we were all laughing about. We just pointed to the direction of the workers sand/gravel area. The teacher wandered over saw what was happening, looked at the boys and walked back to the teachers room. I can only surmise that he refused the tell the other teachers for a few minutes later the only female teacher came out and went directly to the sand/gravel area. She took one look at the dogs (they were still at it), turned and look at us and while we were laughing rushed back to the teachers room.
The cavalry charge -
One morning more than half the boys were missing from morning assembly. I was standing in line where I could see between school building and the electrical power station building. The old train had arrived but there was no sign of the missing boys. What had happened was that one of boys of the missing stopped all the other late/missing boys from venturing further where they could be seen by those already in the morning parade. When all the late/missing had gathered, one of them who had brought a bugle with him sounded the US Cavalry Charge and the all the late/missing boys ran screaming into view and into the school grounds.
Silver strands -
Down the side of the grounds on Baker St there was a group of old chicken runs that had some kind of vine with large pods growing on them. Our class was taken down there one day and were told to leave the pods alone. Wrong thing to say especially before leaving us. Before long a large quantity of pods had been pulled and thrown. It was found that when the pods hid the ground they burst open and the inside silver strands floated into the air. Before long the place was covered in silver strands while we sat about looking innocent when the teachers arrived back.
History teacher -
You may remember the the history teacher, old Boggo.
When he came into our class he always carried a new full box of chalk and a new cane, but he always departed the class room without them. He would come in to the class place the box of chalk and cane on his desk in front of the class.
Who ever was seated nearest to Boggo's desk would when Boggo's back was turned start liberating the chalk and pass it around the class. The chalk sticks would be broken into small pieces and tossed about the class when Boggo was writing on the chalkboard. It would appear that in the position I sat in the room and the angle of Boggo to the
board his glasses acted as a mirror and could see everything I did especially when I was about to toss a piece of chalk.
His cane always took a journey around the class and Boggo could never find it. When he finished his lesson and left, the cane went down the back of the stationery cupboard near
the door. Goodness known how many canes ended up there.
Funny thing though, I always passed his tests and exams in history.
Student teacher -
I think it was in '58, 3B class, it was after a set of exams that several student teachers were assigned to the school to gain some experience. Our class had a nice young woman. The whole class got on well with her until one dill stood on top of a desk, lowered his pants and mooned his rear at her. She never batted an eye or said anything but we never had her in our class again.
Prefect he/she - In 58 one of the Prefects (no complaints against him just that he was a prefect) that was in our class was voted to take part in a play which called for a female. Once he was dressed up in a frock, false bust, stockings, shoes & a wig with make-up he made a lovely young woman. (Kind of backfired on all of us.) He really made the play.
Don Hutchison - 3rd year 1958