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Ordoyno... what terrifying memories that brings up! He was the most horrific thug at Mundella,-taught(?) maths. An ace expert at smashing desk lids down on fingers and heads,...crack shot with the board rubber and other missiles, and an awful temper to boot!

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Mr Unwin. Head teacher at Glaisdale Secondary School. Canings were public at assembly. He made you bend down at one end of the stage, and then ran in like a fast bowler from the other end, and wallop

Made me sit in class with wet pants on    Rog

Not at The Manning! 

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Shame there are not teachers like that today?

I did well out of a few canings, and wonder how my life would be now without the discipline ladled out just across the road from you.

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Shame there are not teachers like that today?

I did well out of a few canings, and wonder how my life would be now without the discipline ladled out just across the road from you.

Mick, canings are one thing. Gratuitous brutality is another, and I've heard enough stories elsewhere about Mr Ordoyno's reputation at Mundella to believe that he was something out of the ordinary, who wouldn't have been out of place as a guard in a concentration camp.

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He was not alone Stephen.Another interesting man was Barton Hart who taught music there. Although he was worshipped at Mundella because of his once yearly concert I have heard from several schoolfriends he was quite an expert with the leather strap as well as subtle forms of brutality. (I think he acquired them at Trent Bridge school ! ) All this was forgotten as he ws a clown and fairly amusing.

I often wonder if memories of the 1st world war affected his personality. (In 1915 he went to war, enlisting in the King's 21st Royal Rifle Corps. In 1916 he returned home wounded, but was soon on his way again with the 10th Tank Battalion.)

Other teachers there had more subtle ways of psychological torture,but thats another story.

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Actually, I know more about Barton Hart than Ordoyno. Barton Hart, [LRAM, FRCO, MusBac, I think] taught both my father at Trent Bridge, and my mother at Mundella. I think dad got on alright, because he was already an accomplished musician and excellent pianist, and as for mum, I understand BH tended to enjoy the company of pretty girls in his class...

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Not at TBSS went I went, before my time pre 64?

I think teachers have gone too far the other way, a straight cane strap or board rubber to the side of the head worked wonders for me.

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Nanny state has a lot to answer for when even parents are afraid to discipline their children in case a "do gooder" reports them for child abuse! Never mind teachers or the police administering a quick clip around the ears!

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Ordoyno... what terrifying memories that brings up! He was the most horrific thug at Mundella,-taught(?) maths. An ace expert at smashing desk lids down on fingers and heads,...crack shot with the board rubber and other missiles, and an awful temper to boot!

This guy sounds like the love child of a lot of teachers at Chandos St. Netherfield

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We had a Mr Jerome (French teacher) who was dab hand with the board rubber. The story goes that he threw it a lad (KB) once, who then promptly picked it up and threw it back at him!

The repercussions weren't too bad as he went on to become a quite senior police officer !

Another bastard we had was Mr Mason (Apparently he's still there (Frank Wheldon Comp or whatever incarnation it's under now) and head of history, or something) He held me upside down once for no apparent reason causing all the pens and dosh to fall out my pockets, he actually encouraged the other kids in the class to come and pinch my stuff ! I also lost a shoe in the process (Which I got it back about 3 hours later.)
He wasn't too happy to see me in "The Inn For A Penny" in around 1987 all 6 foot 2 inches of me and muscles like tractor tyres !

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Mr Marciniak at Trent Bridge. He was one of Dad's friends & I thought he'd never cane me, how wrong I was, boy did it hurt. They said he soaked his canes in oil, how true that is I don't know. Mind you I've got no complaints I deserved all the caning's I got. :) :)

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Frank Ordoyno - taught (or perhaps terrorised) my brother at Mundella and made such an impression that even I was frightened of him!

"You're Idle!" with accompanying missile at head.

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I remember the best teacher I ever knew, Mr Arthur Salmon who taught English, saying that since he saw Mr North, deputy head William Crane Sec Boys, hit a kid so hard that the victim fainted, he, Mr Salmon, never touched one of his pupils again. I also recall Mr Dryden was very handy with a thick leather strap and put me off maths for life.

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We also had a Mr Judge (deputy head) who had a reputation for being a hard nut, I even got the cane off of him myself once (We got caught smoking, but they can't cane you for that so we got it for being 'out of bounds'.)

But he was one of the beast teachers (History) that I ever had.

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This guy sounds like the love child of a lot of teachers at Chandos St. Netherfield

Well, I moved from Trent Bridge School in the Meadows to Chandos Boys School in Netherfield during the 60's, in TB managed to survive the strap, fist & cane (both stick & curly handle part - though scars still there in memory!), don't remember Chandos being in the same league punishment wise (except maybe, being hauled up in front of the whole school after a trip on the bus to see a Shakespear play in town because I had rung the stop button on the bus???) - would love to hear your experiences there though!

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When I went to the "Chandos Academy for young Gentlemen" The Commandant was one Mr (Sparky) Marsh revered for wielding a variety of different canes ,we had plenty of public canings in the hall or public executions as we liked to call them , one of the most feared teachers was Mr (Mad Man )Marshall Art and RE teacher he would think nothing of taking you into a store room for a fist fight ,most teachers where proficient in finger trapping and blackboard rubber throwing..... But we also had a strange English teacher called Pop Stanley he liked to place his hand on your leg while leaning on your desk ..... most teachers there had their own forms of punishment , one of the nicer ones was Mr (Freddie )Fox liked to walk between the rows hitting every kid on the back of the head as he passed , nearly all the teachers would smack your head if they didn't like the way you looked ......So you soon learnt to toe the line ....that's the trouble with schools of today ,no cruelty from the teachers , it never did me any harm thumbsup

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While I would generally agree with you, Bob. There is no doubt that it certainly generated a degree of respect for authority, or should that be fear? In my own case it tended to cause an unwillingness to interact or ask questions of teachers because of the snide or sarcastic putdowns which you could often expect in response. Freddie Fox was a specialist in that particular response. It so turned me off teachers that it took a while to rebuild some confidence. When I met the girl who became my wife I was riding home on the bus with her asking lots of questions. When I asked her what her dad did for a living she told me he was a teacher. Aaaaaargh!!! I nearly bailed out right there. Turned out to be one of the nicest guys I had met to that point in my life. He was a physics teacher at the Mellish. I found out that teachers do not go home to plan on how to torment the kids. He liked to read, watch tv and have a laugh over things the way most normal people do. Even helped me with some of the math I struggled with in my apprenticeship. He died some 15 years ago now but he did restore my faith in teachers. As far as Chandos was concerned I left at the earliest opportunity as soon as I turned 15. The day I went through those gates for the last time was one of the best in my life.

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sounds like you were there same time 61 till 65 my cousin pete biddulph had a few

appearances on the stage also remember mr jones ben gunn Jennings still

foxy was my final year teacher still have my school report not good reading

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Started in 1956, left Christmas of 1959. Madman had left by the time I started there, sounded like a real winner. Actually remember Still. Had him for woodwork and tech drawing. He seemed like one of the better guys there. He would take time to help you and rarely raised his voice, but the lads seemed to respect him anyway. Remember being in Jones class for math one time when our regular tormenter was away for some reason. Seems like Jones specialty was walking up and down the rows looking over your shoulder. If he saw a mistake in your work he would grab you by the ear and haul you to your feet while yelling "WRONG!!!!" I'm not called Loppylugs for nothing bowdown

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cor pete bidolf now theres a blast from my past he was in the year above me at ashwell st a bit of a lad even then not surprized he ehded up with the cane at chandos but know from my brothers and lots of friends who went to chandos how nasy some of them teachers were marsh esspecially.

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