4 March 2025
The anonymous poem below was in the December 1964 Herald internal CC magazine, contrasting 1964 with the old more rigid times of an earlier generation. In 1964 there was relative freedom for youngsters both generally in England and at Caldecott for instance in the Colt House under the Doug Turner regime (before the pendulum swung the other way). I suspect that the poem was written by a member of staff poking fun at the apparent happy go lucky attitude of some youngsters.
What ghastly times my Granny had
When things were either good or bad.
Before they found there was no sin
They had a thing called discipline;
And rules as well that were absurd.
I'm always seen and always heard.
At school they don't mind what I do
Because I've such a high I.Q.
There's nothing to be punished for,
'Cos self-expression matters more.
I'm so glad doing wrong's all dead
And maladjustment's come, instead.