Masters of the Late 1940s and Mid 1950s

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Attributions:
MC = Michael Claridge, AJH = Tony Hare, DMJ = David Jago, RCJ = Roy Jones, RDM = Bob Mitchell, DN = David Neil, BJR = Brian Ransley, PNR = Peter Rogers, JS = John Saunders, DW = David Wiltshire, RHW = Ron Wynands

'Les' Ashford

• He wrote the earlier chapters of the School history, published to mark the 400th anniversary in 1962, with Mr. Howarth contributing the later ones, covering the headships of G.W. Arnison and E.R. Tucker from 1905. (DMJ)
• A reliable cricket umpire. (RDM)

'Wally' Barnes

• A soccer player himself who wanted to take on the uphill struggle of getting the game introduced - was he successful? (RDM)
• I had a great respect for him and I still remember about 90% of the French he taught me (even though I can't remember my wife's name some days). (AJH)

'Tiny' Benson

• CO of the Naval section; looked very smart in his RNR uniform. (DN)

'Doc' Browning

• Refused to sponsor a mock election - 'do not want to know your parents' politics'. (RDM)

'Wally' Clarke

• He also played the piano for morning assembly; I don’t think he ever missed during the eight years of my time at the school. The hymn-book, Hymns of the Kingdom (presumably a patriotic pun), was a very good one. There were plenty of solid tunes that have remained with me for life, and some I have never met elsewhere, such as the Imperial Russian national anthem, with which Tchaikovsky concludes the 1812 overture (but breaks off before the end). (DMJ)

• Wally Clark was a formidable character of two parts. Some lessons would rattle along well, where we learnt something. Others he would be in a bad mood. (RHW)

• While I will always be grateful to Bulldog for his one-on-one help (what a deal @ 5 bob an hour!), I have to agree that he left a lot to be desired as a classroom teacher. As for the violent temper, that seemed to come with the job of being a Maths teacher at the RGS - Doggy Scott, Ginger Jones, Jock Evely were all blessed with one. (RDM)

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J.P. Cowan

'Curly or Killer' Coventry

• Strong local accent clashed with readings of Keats and Wordsworth but he was a good teacher. (RDM)

'Taffy' Davies

• OC CCF 'B' Company. Housemaster at Uplyme. Favorite expression was 'Suffering Cats, Boys!' (RDM)

'Jock' Evely

• Taught Maths, but lost control of discipline. I remember coming down the stairs and seeing the classroom door leaning against the wall beside the doorway: he had wrenched it off in his fury. (DMJ)

'Gag' Grant

• As I recall 'Gag' never actually taught. I don't think he ever drew anything on a blackboard or explained a technique. It was more of 'Here's an old plimsoll or half a cabbage, spend the lesson drawing it', after which he would award a mark. (MC)
  Comment on the above anecdote:
  At least he was a great pencil sharpener. (RDM)

• One summer Gag asked our class to draw our hand as part of his exam. The less artistically inclined, me included, plonked our hands on the paper and simply drew round them. Job done. Gag was furious and beat us all vigorously with his heavy ruler. (RCJ)

'Jimmy' Edwards

'Fred' Eldridge

• Taught German. We jointly fought our way through Goethe’s Dichtung und Wahrheit, trying to draw the façade of Strasbourg Cathedral from Goethe’s description. (DMJ)

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'Hett, Hetty or Crappy' Hett

• Amost unversally loathed - the most prolific contributor to the Detention and Punishment Drill Books. (RDM)

• In my memoires I remarked that most boys at RGS in the 1947/48 year thought that Hett's period in Canada was a good idea. (BJR)

• I really disliked Hett's French lessons. Lots of quite silly asides about slummy boys, and shoving a ruler into pupils mouths. "Say, A_E_I_O_U clearly boy". Coming from Stowe Public School, with smaller classes and its alleged touch of class, he probably felt it beneath him to teach hordes of scruffy boys in a state school. However outside school I remember he bought ice-creams all round on a theatre outing. Also he championed the UNO in those early days. which held monthly meetings in the room above W H Smith in the High Street. I attended once, and he was quite civil. Do you remember school dinners in the Hall at the end of term? The masters passed down one side on the way to their dining room by the stage. Cheers and enthusiastic banging on the table for most, silence rising to hissing for ASH. Incorrigible schoolboys! (RHW)

• I remember his long, repetitive sermons on “the slums of Totteridge”, meaning a high density housing development so badly needed in the late 1940’s. Eventually Mr Hett took me for a pint in The Flint House when I left school in 1954. I remember him as a man of mystery and definitely a “one-off”. (ADB)

• I only had Hett in First Year Sixth, when he taught us Corneille's Horace, and seemed admirably suited to the frigid rigidities of French Classical Tragedy. (DMJ)

• Actually, although Mr. Hett was a martinet, I owe my reasonably good French accent to the fact that he would accept nothing less than perfection. (PNR)
  

'Pinhead, Min or Dome' Hills

• Watching him tack up the drive on his 'sit up and beg' bike was a great distraction to learning. (RDM)

• Pinhead (in those early years). Later it became The Minister, shortened to The Min, or just Min. But 'Pinhead'?! We certainly wouldn't have called him that as it was 1960s slang for 'thick' and he was anything but that. Mr Haworth referred to him as 'the Oracle'. (JS)
  Comment on the above anecdote:
  As one of that earlier generation, I always assumed that Mr. Hills was called Pinhead because his head was slightly small in proportion to his body. He was later called The Minister, because there was a distinct strain of pomposity in him. (DMJ)

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'Hollybolly or Holly' Hollingworth

• OC CCF 'C' Company - took great delight throwing thunderflashes into groups of cadets on Field Days. The rest of the time he seemed always to be in a constant state of surprise. (RDM)

'Cruiser' Hood

• Started the CCF Naval Section. (RDM)

'Reggie' Howard

• Another victim of world-weariness. Housemaster of School House until Adrian Runswick took over. (RDM)

'Poop' Howarth

• Ran the first XV with an iron fist. (RDM)

Johnson, H.W.

• Renowned for his unpredictable temper. Assistant Housemaster at Tyler's Wood. (RDM)

'Emlyn, Chunky or Chunk' Jones

• You could see his craggy features in minimalist sketches on many a desk.
  One of the few acts of rebellion in all my life was to decide (under the influence of Adrian Runswick) to take English, and not French and German, at university, and when Chunk awarded me the French prize in First Year Sixth, rather meanly I refused to choose Legouis and Cazamien (Histoire de la litterature francaise), but opted for Boswell's Life of Johnson. By chance, that volume is on my shelves where I pass it daily, and I feel a twinge of guilty triumph every time I do so. (DMJ)

• I found (Hett's) French periods easier to endure than Chunk's and probably he was a better teacher, though his accent somewhat unusual to those who had become accustomed to the standard grammar school 'French twang'. Chunk was a crammer rather than a teacher, who seemed to concentrate on huge amounts of vocabulary. Did his French have a Welsh accent? (BJR)

• I blame Chunky's diction for the disaster of my O Level French oral - I couldn't understand what he was saying. Hett's pronunciation, as affected as it was, seemed pristine compared to Emlyn's. Son Barrie took a lot of ribbing on his father's behalf. (RDM)

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'Ginger' Jones

• Very quiet - until he blew up. (RDM)  

'Piljy' Jones

• Invented 'Elastication' - the twanging of a boy's head with a rubber band. Was appointed head of the hutted camp known as the Junior School at Uplyme. (RDM)

'Mr' Leggatt

• Quite a good physics teacher - but had the misfortune to have to demonstrate Kundt's Tube to 4th formers - Lycopodium powder will live forever in my memory.
  In the days before Health & Safety, he had boys put their hands between a Roentgen tube and a fluorescent screen to see what X Rays could do - some may still be discovering! (RDM)

'Adolph' Lloyd

• A strangely silent man - but he ended up marrying the School Secretary. (RDM)

'Sammy' Male

• Vanishingly quiet. (RDM)

'Pussy' Mewse

• Longtime OIC of the CCF Air Section. Excellent teacher. Wife, known as 'Kitty', was the CCF secretary. (RDM)

'Sam' Morgan

• Deputy Headmaster. His voice could stop charging bulls. Described the River Thames as 'a piddling little stream'. (RDM)

• Gave me a Saturday morning detention in my first year for a poor homework free-hand drawing of the outline of England, Wales & Scotland. Should have cheated and used tracing paper.
  Loved his class tests. 20 questions. Only 18 set! Nobody could get more than 18. 16 on geography, then one on current affairs (Who was elected in yesterday's bye-election in Sunderland?) one on sport (Who scored a century at Lords on Saturday?). (RHW)

• At the risk of derisive howls - Sam Morgan was the best master of the time, by at least 3 handicap strokes. He never resorted to physical violence - he didn't have to, as to receive his demonic apoplectic look and his rasping voice was a fate worse than death.
  My elder brother Les took up teaching in 1959 and revisited RGS before embarking on his new career. He had been taught by Sam and had been awarded the Geography Prize in 1947. Having discovered that it was the younger Ransley who had gone to NZ not the older one, Sam took it upon himself to offer Les some good advice. -- 'First of all you must establish an environment of complete terror amongst the pupils! Unless you do this you will find that there is a risk that most of them will not listen to what you are talking about.' (BJR)

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'Nick' Nicholas

• Qualified as a barrister while teaching, I wonder how long he stayed as a teacher. (RDM)

'Nifty or Tweet' Nightingale

• Quite adept with the ladies. (RDM)

'Moan' Pattinson

• CCF Commanding Officer and commander of the reconstituted Home Guard - his demeanor could have made him the model for John LeMesurier’s role in Dad's Army. Tylers Wood Housemaster. Reputedly a scratch golfer whose instructional abilities were frequently applauded by residents of Uplyme House. (RDM)

'Polly' Perfect

'Lou' Piner

• A really nice man. (RDM)

'Bernarr' Rainbow

'Aubrey' Rees

• Left to become a salesman for BP. (RDM)

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'Johnny' Roberts

• Claimed he learned French from an HP Sauce bottle. (RDM)

'Beaky' Runswick

• He left to teach at Winslow, of which he said: “It’s a nice town. You put the kettle on, go out and do the town, and then come back and make yourself a cup of tea.” (DMJ)

• A self-described aesthete and remarkably successful teacher in an environment that was adept at exploiting soft-spots (RDM)

'Doggy or Harry' Scott

• Surprised everyone by getting married well into his fifties. A jovial chap but could lapse into a foul temper and had an unerring aim with a piece of chalk or an eraser (RDM)

'Tus' Sheppard

• Some lads had chocked his car up on bricks so that there was just a small gap between the tyres and the gravel. Tus hopped in, switched on, engaged gear, and nothing happened. Quite amusing for those in the know who were watching from the classrooms. (RCJ)
  Comment on the above anecdote:
  I believe the 'Tus Bus' was a 1935 Jowett Weasel - a rare but noisy beast. (RDM)

'Sloppy or Dewdrop' Sladden

• Once, during a chemistry lesson with Dewdrop, we all blew down our bunsen burners to back up the gas and thereby extinguish his burner on the master's bench.
  Unfortunately, we also put out the cookers in the canteen. It was a complete mystery, we could have gassed the cooks ! Lunch was late that day. (DN)
  Comment on the above anecdote:
  Poor old Sloppy seems to have had a lot of trouble with bunsen burners. One day while leaning back on the demonstration bench with a lit bunsen burner on it, he set his lab coat on fire. Fortunately we beat out the flames before any real harm was done. He was partially blind in one eye so that when he tried to demonstrate something that involved heating a test tube, he usually failed to line it up with the flame. We came to expect this and there were delighted sniggers whenever it happened. But his time as a master at Eton had given him style and he took all these difficulties with great good humour. (RDM)

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'Boss' Tucker

• Prone to threaten expulsion, but expelled very few. (RDM)

• One winter we had a heavy fall of snow. As was the custom, a snowball fight took place on the rugby field between the school and the prefects. As was predictable, the prefects were heavily outnumbered, and soon beat a retreat to the Prefects' Room. However the affair got out of hand, windows were broken and the Prefects' Room was slowly filled up with snow.
  The following morning, The Boss called all those involved at midday to the hall for a caning, probably expecting a poor turnout.
  The morning after that he marched into Morning Assembly as usual, but with one small change - the School Captain bore the Bible and placed it on the lectern. It seems that The Boss and Sam had carried out the canings on in excess of three hundred boys, and developed serious cases of tennis elbow. (DN)
  Comment on the above anecdote:
  I remember your snowfight story well and remain embarrassed to this day about it. I was involved in the fracas, as was probably 90% of the school, When the headmaster asked all involved to own up and get caned I'm afraid I chickened out and kept stum. Not only did the honest ones get caned but I believe they got fined sixpence each. I feel very guilty to this day about it all. (AJH)

• Re Boss Tucker: as you guessed, he died in harness.
  It happened just after the Summer term ended in July 1964. Boss Tucker had been greatly affected by the sudden death of his wife in (I think) 1962. But he carried on working right to the end.I think he had been planning to retire in 1965 but in the end he didn't make it.
  My brother (1957-64) had a less favourable opinion of Tucker - on one occasion he was told by some boys in his class that the headmaster wanted to see him. He duly trooped off to the head's study and knocked on the door. He should have checked a calendar first - it was 1 April! The significance of the date was not lost on the Boss and he gave my brother a couple of strokes of the cane, just for being gullible. (JS)

• In December 1954 six or eight of us went to Cambridge for four or five days to sit the scholarship exams for Jesus College. And on the last night, we gathered in somebody's rooms (like real undergraduates) and got drunk (ditto), for which the College fined us corporately £10. We arrived back in Wycombe on Saturday, binding each other to a strict vow of silence. Despite which, on Monday, the entire School knew - with the exception of Boss, who was the last to know. When he did find out, his displeasure was so great that he vacated his study to us, so that we could jointly meditate on the depth of our misdemeanour in those august surroundings, and decide what to tell him. Anti-climatically, I cannot now remember anything specific happening; no lightning flashed from the storm-clouds above our heads - but I never got raised to Senior Prefect the next summer. Still, I did get a Major Scholarship a year later, and was presented by him to the audience (it was the last night of Iolanthe) wearing a peer's robes. What dreams my parents, sitting in the middle of that audience, must have had! (DMJ)

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'Boswell' Tucker

• Officially known as Mr. James, to avoid confusion with the Headmaster. (DMJ)

• At the RGS he did have the nickname of 'Boswell'. That was the one given him by the members of the RAF section of the CCF. He was an officer and always wore a forage cap, so much so that a song used to be sung about him. It went (as far as I can remember) 'Boswell wouldn't buy me a flat hat, he's got a forage cap and he's very fond of that', repeated endlessly The tune I remember but I can't put another name to it. (DW)
  Comment on the above anecdote:
  The song was: Daddy wouldn’t buy me a bow-wow, bow-wow,/I’ve got a little cat, and I’m very fond of that,/But I’d rather have a bow-wow-wow! (DMJ)

'Blanco' White

• Called overweight boys 'Slug' (RDM)

• He also flew the school glider on occasions. One day he summoned a squad of about thirty boys to launch the glider. The glider was firmly pegged by the tail to the ground; a huge elastic band looped to the front; the boys marched away with the band until it was at full stretch; Blanco pulled the handle and soared into the central blue. Unfortunately, he landed on the first XI cricket square and gouged out a huge rut across it. This was fenced-off, hallowed ground, waiting for the next important inter-schools match. Almost before Blanco had stopped skidding across it he was confronted by an irate groundsman. Poor Blanco, he really got torn off a strip. (DN)
  Comment on the above anecdote:
  I remember being on the rubber rope team when the glider first arrived at the school. All anyone managed were a few swift takeoff and lands before the glider started to fall apart and finally got burned in its hut. (Years later I met a chap who claimed to have taken part in burning the glider hut, but fortunately I don't remember your name David). (AJH)

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