Eventually he snapped and gave us twenty five ( yes a whole twenty five )lines. When we did them in his class at the instigation of one of our fearless leaders by ruling twenty five straight lines each on rough book paper ,and wrapping them up as a parcel with ribbon…….. he doubled it to fifty, so our brave leader asked ‘straight or wiggly , Sir,?’
That broke him . The Master lost it threw a book which missed its target and hit the biggest wet in the class, who burst into tears. the master was distraught. The brave leader demanded he apologize for hitting his wimpish ‘friend’ . Many banged on the desks in unison and chanted apologize Those who didn’t still joined the general frivolity. The master left never to return.