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My headmaster was a wonderful man who took a great interest in me and all the pupils. He taught everything, including football and cricket, gardening – and he was also the scout master. The staff were a bit ‘fishy’ – a Miss Herring, a Miss Salmon, and the headmaster was Mr Whiting. They were all much loved by the pupils. Twice a week the rector visited for the first hour. We started with a hymn and were told about all the historical events which had taken place on that day. Any trouble, and you got the stick. None of the boys mentioned this to his parents, as he might well have been belted at home had he done so. Most boys had an orange-box on wheels, and when we were released from school, there was a rush down the hill to collect horse manure for the gardens.