Our elementary school principals paddle had holes in it that whistled when swung hard. It could be heard up and down the hallway, followed by a WHOP! and a blood curdling scream, repeatedly as many as 20 times. Someone getting their butt beat brought a hush of silence over the entire school, reminiscent of an execution. I only knew one kid that received more than one trip to the paddle room. He was an idiot !
Then in Jr. High school we had a vice that hated long hair, earrings, and the smell of marijuana. He was violent on what would be a felony level nowadays. We had become big enough to fight back, and after considerable bloodshed they finally employed a full time Juvi-officer armed with mace and a "blackjack" (which was basically a leather sock filled with birdshot).
By our freshman year in high school they had us all pretty much straightened out. 😊