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The classroom had wooden ceilings, and when the teacher went out, we used to play darts with our pens. We threw the pens so that the nibs would stick in the ceiling. Then we would throw anything – hats or whatever we had – up to the ceiling to try and knock them down. One day, the teacher came in and we all had our pens except Billy Hurd, a Scotch lad who lived in Stanley Street. ‘Where's your pen?’ asked the teacher. There was one pen stuck in the ceiling. The teacher made Billy sit underneath it. ‘You'll soon know when it comes down,’ said the teacher, ‘you just sit there.’ And he made Billy sit underneath it all day.