Gloster
Established Member
At my public school in the mid-1970s the fire alarm was simply the school bell, controlled centrally but with bells throughout the site, ringing continuously: if it went on for more than about ten seconds we regarded it as an alarm. There was also an inbuilt timer so that after a certain number of seconds the fire brigade in the local town were automatically alerted. On one occasion there was a false alarm, almost certainly caused accidently, and the following day in assembly our headmaster gave a stern warning that repeated the fact that this was regarded by the school as at the most serious level of offence, i.e. potential expulsion. But, being the idiot that he was, he concentrated on how this was an insult to the school and its reputation, not the possible consequences of unnecessarily calling fire engines away from the station: plenty of boys wouldn’t have given a damn about local ‘proles’ being burnt to death. And the fact that the school had to pay a fee, rumoured to be £100, for each false alarm. Of course, there was then a spate of boys showing off how clever they were by setting off the alarms.
I was briefly a marshal and my station was at one of the two main entrances: I was strictly told that I was to stay there to check everybody out and stop anybody going in. One night we had a practice alarm, we marshals knew it was due, but it was a bit early, and I did what I was told. I then got ballcocked for not going down to the assembly point in the hall, even though I was one of a couple who was supposed to stay put. I shouldn’t have argued: ‘You don’t have to stay there for a practice’. ‘But how do I know it is a practice if I am out on my own and nobody confirms it.’ I was no longer a marshal.
On the last point. When I was doing my signalman’s training course at the BR offices in Beckenham our lecturer said that he would be a bit late to the 11.00 lecture as they did the monthly alarm test then. So we sat in the room and when the alarm went off a couple of minutes before 11.00 we just kept chatting until somebody stuck their head round the door and said it was genuine alarm: somebody had burnt their toast. Our lecturer understood but said that the alarm test was done bang on 11.00, no ‘near enough’, which was a good, if unexpected, lesson. What the marshals did when the alarm test went off was to walk around their designated area to check that every alarm was actually ringing; between them they covered the whole building.
I was briefly a marshal and my station was at one of the two main entrances: I was strictly told that I was to stay there to check everybody out and stop anybody going in. One night we had a practice alarm, we marshals knew it was due, but it was a bit early, and I did what I was told. I then got ballcocked for not going down to the assembly point in the hall, even though I was one of a couple who was supposed to stay put. I shouldn’t have argued: ‘You don’t have to stay there for a practice’. ‘But how do I know it is a practice if I am out on my own and nobody confirms it.’ I was no longer a marshal.
On the last point. When I was doing my signalman’s training course at the BR offices in Beckenham our lecturer said that he would be a bit late to the 11.00 lecture as they did the monthly alarm test then. So we sat in the room and when the alarm went off a couple of minutes before 11.00 we just kept chatting until somebody stuck their head round the door and said it was genuine alarm: somebody had burnt their toast. Our lecturer understood but said that the alarm test was done bang on 11.00, no ‘near enough’, which was a good, if unexpected, lesson. What the marshals did when the alarm test went off was to walk around their designated area to check that every alarm was actually ringing; between them they covered the whole building.