I left in 1966, it was still a top school then, (despite my efforts...or lack of)
tbh, there were a few of the Pink Floyd 'Brick in the wall' board duster throwers.
But I was also taught by genuine Legends; French by Fat White, Physics by Mary Hill (Dr Ruths Very evil sister) 4ft 11in of pure terror and I can still quote Boyles Law to this day. No problems with classroom discipline in Her classes - however big and tough you thought You were.
KA Croft was Headmaster, Woodwood vip...who gave me 3 of the cane for bunking off on Friday afternoon (with the obligatory forged note on Monday) to go and queue for a Cup Final ticket at Goodison with my collection of programme vouchers.
When it was all over he asked me did you get one, yes sir i said and whipped it out of my Inside pocket. He looked at it, handed it back and said, well I hope they win then - now bugger off.
He, Woodwood, ( no mean figure of power and schoolboy terror himself) of also said on a different occasion about Mary Hill..."to be honest, she frightens me a bit too."
Back then Nobby Clark(e?) was just a buckshee sports master, of the Kes-lite type...very far from the top table.
It was a different time. The Area, The City...the whole World seemed to be changing in those few years.
Lennon nailed it.
There are places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain