Yesterday I touched on a subject which remains vividly in the memory of many readers. The Free Milk for Schools scheme.
I’m not the only one who suffers recurring nightmares of forgetting to shake the bottle before opening and copping a mouthful of warm, lumpy cream, but fortunately no one else endured the horror of Miss Callanan who policed the crates in our school playground making sure no child got free without a bottle.
Even when the magpies had already pierced the top of the lid, there was no escaping the forced ingestion of Free Milk in all its curdled foulness.
It was the defining childhood experience that taught me the absolute necessity of being able to lie convincingly. “That’s mine Miss!” pointing to any old empty bottle in the crate.
It also taught me that some boys will do anything for a dare.
Can you spare a dime for an old dame?
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September 18th, 2006 at 10:13 am
LOL, it has been a long time, but I can remember the same warm shitty tasting milk at our schools in NZ.
Thumb pushes down to hard on the lid and spurt, and yes normally that big blob.
Oh but what a privledge it became when you were old enough to be a “milk Monitor” *drum roll please*
September 18th, 2006 at 12:41 pm
Ah yes, the trusty ‘thumb through the lid’ strategy, and when it splurted, it went all over the front of the uniform. Hopefully someone else’s uniform.
September 19th, 2006 at 4:53 pm
I have no idea what happened there. But I like the picture.
September 19th, 2006 at 4:57 pm
The photo is of innocent children drinking warm milk clots in an Australian schoolground. 1953