they were called boazers and they had the power of life and death over us junior boys.
the headmaster while i was at rep ton struck me as being a rather shoddy bandy legged little fellow with a big bald head and lots of energy but not much charm.
every now and again a plain grey cardboard box was dished out to each boy in our house and this beleve it or not was a present from the great cholcolate manufactures cadbury.
there where about thirty or more masters at repton and most of them where amazingly dull and toatly colourless and complety unintrested in boys.
i spent two long of years at repton witch meant i was the servent off the studyhoder in whoe study i had my little desk.
during the last year at repton my mother said to me would you like to go to oxford or cam bridge when you leave school? in thoes days it was not diffical to get into eathir of these great universtieys so as long as you could pay.