The headmaster had a special caning room; as you come into Paddock House off Pitt Street through the main door into the hall, the room on the left was quite empty apart from a very old settee and we had to bend over the end of that and be whacked by a cane for six of the best.
I was whacked for running in the school corridor. On one occasion I was standing looking at a school notice board and either singing or yodeling when the headmaster was taking a class in a nearby classroom; he stormed out and said something like ‘What are you making that noise for? Come and see me at two o’clock this afternoon, so I knew what I was in for – and it was not a very happy lunchtime.