As a memorial, I'm thinking of organizing a "Tail Buster's Hall of Fame," a sort of a museum/interpretative center to preserve the memory of the medicine and its finest doctors.

There, they sent you out in the hall when you misbehaved. Occasionally Candidate X made patrols with his paddle, which was rumored to have been drilled, balanced and studded with rivets, at least according to talk in the boys' room.

"Killer," as the toothpick-chewing set called him, was respected for his haymaker swing. I took many doses under his guidance. Thank you, sir. I still won't run in a crowded hallway after nearly 40 years.

Now Candidate "Z," though frail back in the day, delivered a sting on the knuckles with a ruler, enough to draw tears from any Juicy Fruit-chewing hoodlum. Thank you, ma'am.

Candidate "XX" another teacher, wrote names of offenders on the blackboard and on Friday she'd administer what she called a "payday." Once I erased my name after school thinking it'd go unnoticed.

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