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Interview with Neville Dent – 1961
Memories of Boarding School, 1952 to 1961 by Neville (Tommy) Dent
Pupils travelled from far and wide to board and attend school at St Davids. Some of my best pals came
from the copper mines in Northern Rhodesia and the Congo. Most of us came from middle class families
and although most of the boys were Catholics a fair number were Protestants and Jews. I recall that
travelling home by train for Brian (Congo) Roberts took up to a week. He went “on hols” only once a year in
July. The rest of the time he was obliged to stay at school.
Initiation into the school was tough: “We use the cane here and if need be your boy will get a caning”.
Some tough words spoken by Brother Edwin to my father. In the 10 years I was at St Davids I never recall
him using the cane. However I did get canings from my teachers for a variety of reasons. In those days it
was fashionable. As a protestant in a catholic school I had special privileges like going to “St Martin’s in the
Veld” anglican church on Sunday mornings when the other lads were at mass. An added incentive to go to
church was the freshly baked sausage rolls we got after the service and helped fortify us for the 1 1/2 mile
walk back to the school for breakfast. With the blessing of the brothers I was confirmed by the Bishop of
Johannesburg on November 7, 1956.
Routine as a boarder meant getting up at 6.00 o’clock followed by prep while the catholics went to mass.
Breakfast was at 8.00. After school it was playing sport followed by prep, dinner, more prep and then in
bed by 9.00pm. Sometimes we got to listen to the radio in bed until 9.30pm. Sunday nights were special
because we were allowed to listen to the “LM Hit Parades” presented by David Davies being broadcast
from Mozambique.
My first memory of the class room was of Mrs Batten our Std 3 teacher and her dreaded cabbage juice
which was administered as punishment. I hated the cabbage juice but failure to drink it meant a visit to the
principal’s office which was worse. Std 5 had many happy memories foremost of which was our
introduction to literature by Mr Bishop. In his distinct clear voice he read to us from “Chaka Zulu” for half an
hour every day. During the reading there wasn’t a murmur in the class as we all sat spell bound and I
became determined to read more books. Mr Bishop was forced to re-read the book twice. He also took
charge of the scripture reading class for the Protestants and Jews who were barred from attending
catechism. It was endless reading the bible from cover-to-cover for 10 years and to this day I’m unsure it
strengthened my christian faith. Arguably the best teacher in the school was Brother Lewis who in our junior
cert year moulded us into a sharp academic unit. His methods might have been harsh but we all
appreciated him when we ended up with the most distinctions and 1st class passes in the Joint Matriculation
exam in South Africa.
In the late 50’s the school played host to homeless refugee children from Hungary and I remember them as
being talented acrobats and musicians. The school was thoroughly entertained by these strange people
who couldn’t speak English. One 12 year old lad could play Liszt on the piano like a concert pianist and I
was able to get my first delightful taste of the piano.
My most embarrassing moment at school was in my junior cert year when at assembly one day Br.
Anthony, who was then principal, told me to report to his office for a caning because of a misdemeanour
and then changed his mind and still at assembly in front of my mates told me not to bother as I looked
scared. This was the one and only time I ever craved for a caning.
My happiest memories were Saturday mornings when it would be up early and down to the tennis courts for
a game before breakfast. After breakfast it would be cricket or rugby followed by lunch and then the
freedom to go to the Wanderers Club to watch sport. I have many fond memories of watching great players
like Peter May, Dennis Compton, Neil Adcock, Don Bradman and our own Graham Pollack and Hugh
Tayfield play cricket. Occasionally we were also allowed to go to Ellis Park and I recall attending the test
between the Springboks and the All Blacks in the late 50’s with my school pal and 110 000 other rugby fans
which I think was a record attendance. We were ecstatic to see Hennie van Zyl (handsome Hennie as he
was known) score South Africa’s one and only try.
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Saturday evenings would be movie time and Brother Dennis would set up the 16mm projector in the dining
hall. One of the boarders father was a big shot in African Consolidated Theatres and he made sure we got
nothing but the best movies to watch. The boarder mentioned was John Stodel a Jewish student also in my
class.
Talking of Ellis Park it would be amiss not to tell how my name was changed from Neville to Tommy. Going
to the grounds meant catching a double-decker bus outside the school into the centre of Johannesburg and
then walking to the stadium. On this particular Saturday afternoon a pal and I were walking back from a
game towards the bus terminal off Commissioner street when we walked past a man waving at an empty
bus shouting:”Hello Tommy, Hello Tommy” over and over again. We could see he wasn’t too steady on his
feet and mimicking him back at school became the joke of the year. Whenever we greeted each other it
became “Hello Tommy”. It was this that the led to the name catching on.
Sundays were different from Saturdays. After church and breakfast we would go to prep at 11.00 am to
carry out parental letter writing until lunch time. As we filed out we had to hand our letters in for posting.
Many parents found excuses not to reply to letters and for many of us letter writing became distasteful.
Many afternoons were devoted to walks, the old Maristonian club being the favourite. It meant crossing the
Klein Jukskei bridge and walking up the steep hill to the Pretoria road by which time we were famished. I
remember the meat pies being amongst the most delicious I had ever tasted.
The Sunday night meal would be cold meats and salads as most of the kitchen staff were off.
I didn’t shape too well in sport but managed the 1st hockey team in my senior year. In the inter-schools
league we would come midway in the rankings. Likewise with rugby and cricket, St Stithians and
Observatory were considered Derby marches and were must-wins. Here again it was 50/50. Home games
for the 1st XV rugby team were big occasions and would draw large crowds. Not to be outdone I became
school cheer-leader in my senior year and donned my top hat and tails. We had a good repertoire of songs
to sing and being a small school got time off during classes to practice. I had many happy memories
cheering not only the rugby team but the athletic teams as well. Observatory matches were a little different
in that they would try to “borrow” my top hat and therefore a couple of the bigger lads would stay close by
to scare off the would- be culprits.
Brother Dennis was one of our sports masters and he would think nothing of tucking the hem of his cassock
into his belt and playing rugby with us. He loved playing in the back line as a centre and we loved tackling
him as hard as we could but he was always very gentle. It was great fun and we loved playing with him. He
must have been a good hurler when he was young and after much deliberation agreed to show the hockey
lads how to play hurling. The uninhibited rules of hurling were refreshing after hockey but my participation
ended prematurely when I got a crack above the eye with a hockey stick. The school matron and doctor
were summoned and I had to have stitches.
Like the brothers many boarders considered the school to be their home. For some of us it was home to
home so it was natural that we looked to the brothers as family figures. The head-masters throughout my
schooling took the job seriously and ensured we weren’t bullied. We were also taught social decorum. One
Sunday night I recall Brother Edwin laying a table place in the prep room and showing us how to eat as
gentlemen and the difference between spooning soup and desserts. On another occasion he ordered an
older student to give me his tuck box full of sweets and chocolates as punishment for bullying me. I also
remember the night when we refused to eat the cabbage because of worms. Brother Edwin promptly had a
place set in the dining room and proceeded to eat a full plate of cabbage and then standing up said: “If I
can eat it so can you” and walked out.
My saddest day at school was the day of the Sharpeville massacre on March 21, 1960. I was in Std 9 and
was troubled for many months by the events of that day.
Final year was full of surprises. We spent a lot of time doing past papers as preparation for the JMB exams
and were left pretty well alone. Then came the matric Farewell. To prepare us for this Parktown Convent
girls were invited over for combined dancing lessons. This was my first experience of dancing. My poor
partner must have been put off dancing for life. This was followed by a “Beano”, a traditional end of year
feast for boarders in the dining hall.
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The last day of school was full of mixed emotions. I was saying goodbye to my beloved family probably for
the last time and I was also starting a new journey. My schooling had been an ideal preparation for me. I
had become resourceful, academically qualified and had learnt the art of getting on with people. On the
other hand I had lived for10 years in an environment where I was denied the right to make my own
decisions. This posed a new challenge for me and one which I knew I was going to enjoy.
In 1995, 34 years later, we had a class re-union at the Balalaika hotel with our wives and partners and it
was amazing to see old faces and hear how my old friends had progressed in life. My class had done very
well and amongst us were medical doctors and specialists, business owners, academics, engineers and
directors of companies. I became sure then that my parents had sent me to the right school.
After leaving St David’s, Neville earned a B.SC (Hons) degree at Rhodes University. For a short time
afterwards he worked at the CSIR as a scientist until leaving for a more challenging position in industry. In
1986 he graduated with an MBA from Wits Business School. In 1990 after spending 21 years mostly in
senior managerial positions with Boart International, an AMIC subsidiary, he moved into small business
becoming a director of companies. In 2000 Neville moved to Ireland with his wife and youngest daughter
working as a business mentor.
He finally retired in February 2013. He also has daughters in Johannesburg, Cape Town and Dubai and
one grandson.
JLE January 2014

1A6 16 page colour booklet