Sam Medlar was Head of Hele's Boys Grammar School, Exeter through the 60s until 1973; he probably disliked being called Sam but all the boys did it. At that time the grammar system was still the default and he presided over a school named after Elize Hele, an illustrious Tudor Exonian who left money in his will for the school's establishment. It was explained to me once that Hele's executors were so corrupt that it was not in fact founded until 1850. Of course, in the town Hele's was overshadowed by Exeter School - “Public”, with all that word doesn't imply.
Sam's tenure coincided with well documented British social change. He was, almost literally, “old school”, and I think he struggled with the sight of boys with immensely flared trousers (nowadays rightly regarded as laughable) and hair of sometimes extraordinary length, school rules notwithstanding. I had a couple of minor run-ins with him but nothing serious: corporal punishment was on the books as the ultimate sanction but I have no memory of it ever being deployed. His difficulty with boys who were plainly intelligent (no conceit intended), but who enthusiastically adopted the fashion of shabby and disorderly dressing was obvious. I think this was the only fashion in which I ever took any interest and I have still to move on from it.
Sam's revenge came at one's exit interview: after suitable small-talk and probably sincere wishes for the future, some but not all boys were invited to join the Old Heleans and left his sanctum clutching an application form – not me. Time has passed and you can now join online, which I have done.
The buildings I recall are long since demolished and the name of the school has lapsed (at least partly under pressure from the OH). Odd bits of memorabilia are on display in the replacement school, St Peters. 40+ years ago, I had an unthinking teenage disrespect for the war memorial and portraits of Heads past, but the passage of time is a curious thing. Of course, the school song was “Forty years on”.
Exeter School continues in uninterrupted business.
Hi Roger, seem to recall your name, I was at Hele's from '68 to '73 in 1C and 2C with "Stabber"/"Legweak" Armstrong, 3P with Dave Martin (with whom I am still in contact) and can't remember 4th and 5th year classes. Am still in touch with Nick Howe, Knobby Knapman, Mike Warren and Simon Spoerer.
ReplyDeleteI was there 68-72, years 3-7, so we prolly didn't meet!
DeleteI get back to Isca about once per year these days ...
Hi Roger, seem to recall your name, I was at Hele's from '68 to '73 in 1C and 2C with "Stabber"/"Legweak" Armstrong, 3P with Dave Martin (with whom I am still in contact) and can't remember 4th and 5th year classes. Am still in touch with Nick Howe, Knobby Knapman, Mike Warren and Simon Spoerer.
ReplyDeleteDave Martin was a scout leader when i was there from 71 to 76 . If this thread is still active I'd like to send my thanks to him
ReplyDeleteI was amused to come across your depiction of Sam Medlar. I remember him well from my own two run-ins with him – the first when he enjoyed wielding the cane (completely unwarranted I might add, but you learned to suck it up without protest in those days); the second came when he struggled so much with the length of my hair that he banished me from an end-of-term event and plastered his excoriating assessment of me right across my report in a blood-red scrawl. That was my last day, in 1967, before I headed off to university.
ReplyDeleteBeginning in September 1946 until the end of December 1950 I was a pupil at Stand Grammar School for boys in Whitefield north of Manchester. The Headmaster was S L Medlar. He was not a cancer. During my four years at Stand it happened only twice. In my experience he was fair, ran the School well with just one Secretary and was diligent in promoting the interests of the School.
ReplyDeleteApologies. Should be “caner” not “cancer”
ReplyDeleteOf course there were huge social changes between 1950 and the 60s, and maybe - with the passing of the years - he was just unable to adapt. Certainly fairness was not something I witnessed in my run-ins with him. And I wouldn't say I was a particularly rebellious pupil.
ReplyDeleteI remember, or rather my rear end remembers, Sam Medlar very well.
ReplyDeleteI must have suffered 2 whacks about 6 or 7 times. No doubt my fault.
He would bend you over his dictaphone, select his cane fron the top of the silverware cabinet, tell you what a disgusting person you were, then administer the whacks.
if you were lucky, he would say 'now get out' and allow you to run down the corridor to the 'bogs', fill a bowl with
water, pull down your trousers and sit in the bowl.
I was in classes 1-3, 2 alpha, 3-G, 4-G,
5-G and 5-R(second O-level year)
Happy days eh!
I cant imagine how much 6 whacks would hurt, as 2 were bad enough.
Happy days eh!
From 1946 to 1950 I was a pupil at Stand Grammar School for boys, where Sam Medlar was Headmaster. He was the only master, who had a cane, although others hit, some very hard. During my time there, only two boys were caned by SM.
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