Where?
When?
Why?
How?

Where?:..........Wherever
When?:..........Whenever
Why?:....Why not?......Being Stupid
How?:..........won some, lost some...........I was in the high school band..........Loved it.....however.....you got called a few names and you HAD to defend yourself and your reputation......All you "Jocks" out there...while you were on the field playing your sport.....did you ever wonder who your girlfriend was with??????Hmmmm

When I was in the 4th grade, I got in a fight with a kid from the Boys Club cause I blew a fart whistle in his face--twice. He headlocked me, I got a punch in, and then it was broken up. That's my only fight ever...

Got I.S.S. both at PC Jr High and PCHS for fighting in the 80's.

I was involved in only a couple of fights in school. One between myself and some guy who just didn't like me for reasons I can't recall. I was getting the better of him when my friend warned me that the campus police were coming and we broke it up before they got there. Only one more between myself and one of the offensive linemen on the football team (lucky me, I was about to get squished). Other than those two incidents, I was pretty laid back in school and nobody messes with you once its known that you will fight back.

Saw a few fights, but they were usually short-lived shoving matches or turned into wrestling matches before they were broken up.

Got I.S.S. both at PC Jr High and PCHS for fighting in the 80's.

I probably was instrumental in getting you sent there!! (I taught at PC Jr. High in the late 80's) <vbg>

I probably was instrumental in getting you sent there!! (I taught at PC Jr. High in the late 80's) <vbg>

I remember one of the 2-3 times I was in I.S.S. at PC Jr. High was when the space shuttle exploded. I can remember the shock from the office staff (since I was in a room next door). My favorite teachers were Wade, Naraho (sp) and Masapust (sp).

I remember one of the 2-3 times I was in I.S.S. at PC Jr. High was when the space shuttle exploded. I can remember the shock from the office staff (since I was in a room next door). My favorite teachers were Wade, Naraho (sp) and Masapust (sp).
Masapaust? I think that is terrific. A lot of people didn't care for her because she was old school. Were you there when she busted the "drug dealer" and slammed him up against his locker when she spotted him selling pills? Turned out to be tic tacs and it was quite the deal.

I was still in college when the space shuttle exploded. That was a fun place to work.

First-Sacred Heart School, second grade. A guy and I got into an argument during football practice. Decided to meet on the same field after practice to settle things. We danced around in a circle quite a bit rolling our fists one over the other. Suddenly, someone grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. Tony then punched me in the face and the person released me. Someone then grabbed Tony's arms and pulled them behind him. I punched the kid in face. Soon everyone decided that it was getting too late in the evening, so we all broke up and headed home. Tony and I have been lifelong friends and his little sis and mine were best friends for their entire school days.

I remember witnessing a great fight when I was in junior high at Highland West in Moore. 2 guys from my English class got into an argument, guy #1 turned around in his seat & punched guy #2 square in the mouth while the teacher wasn't looking. Surprisingly, no one said anything and guy #2 didn't react... until after class. The bell rang, everyone poured into the hallway & guy #2 grabbed guy #1, swung him around and spit blood in his face before giving him one hell of an ass kicking. Apparently when guy #1 punched him it busted his lip... guy #2 just sucked all that blood into his mouth & waited. Was both gross and awesome lol.

As for myself, when I was a freshman I lost my temper with a guy that was giving me & some friends a hard time. Slammed him up against the wall in the cafeteria and started choking him, then gave him a knee to the softer bits before letting go and walking away. Funny, no one tried to stop us and I didn't get in trouble. He didn't make a fuss either, guess he was shocked and embarrassed that a girl had just made him cry lol.

A fight where I made the wrong choice was at CHJH in about 67. Had a fight with a friend during woodshop. Mr Musselman(I think) took us out in the hall and gave us a choice. Two swats form him or a trip to see Bowman-VP. Thought the swats made more sense. Wrong! Couldn't sit for quite a while. Never acted up in woodshop again.

As far as watching, almost any given day at CHJH the word was spread that there was a fight afterschool. The ring was the alley to the south of school that was behind the funeral home parking lot. AT CHHS, they didn't occur quite as frequently at school on the grounds but usually somewhere else with generals or spartans,etc.

I remember witnessing a great fight when I was in junior high at Highland West in Moore. 2 guys from my English class got into an argument, guy #1 turned around in his seat & punched guy #2 square in the mouth while the teacher wasn't looking. Surprisingly, no one said anything and guy #2 didn't react... until after class. The bell rang, everyone poured into the hallway & guy #2 grabbed guy #1, swung him around and spit blood in his face before giving him one hell of an ass kicking. Apparently when guy #1 punched him it busted his lip... guy #2 just sucked all that blood into his mouth & waited. Was both gross and awesome lol.

As for myself, when I was a freshman I lost my temper with a guy that was giving me & some friends a hard time. Slammed him up against the wall in the cafeteria and started choking him, then gave him a knee to the softer bits before letting go and


walking away. Funny, no one tried to stop us and I didn't get in trouble. He didn't
make a fuss either, guess he was shocked and embarrassed that a girl had just made
him cry lol.

Now if you spit saliva much less blood, you could go to jail!

A fight where I made the wrong choice was at CHJH in about 67. Had a fight with a friend during woodshop. Mr Musselman(I think) took us out in the hall and gave us a choice. Two swats form him or a trip to see Bowman-VP. Thought the swats made more sense. Wrong! Couldn't sit for quite a while. Never acted up in woodshop again.

Remember metal work, mechanical drawing teacher Astafan? After he called row, another guy and I had to go up front and get one swat each. His reasoning, we would not get "away" with anything.

As far as watching, almost any given day at CHJH the word was spread that there was a fight afterschool. The ring was the alley to the south of school that was behind the funeral home parking lot. AT CHHS, they didn't occur quite as frequently at school on the grounds but usually somewhere else with generals or spartans,etc.

Another place was the alley behind Sheen's Drug. A few times it did not make it to the alley.

You go girl....That's exactly what your mama would have done....I hope you know I'm rteasing you....Tell Mom HI.....also hello from Carltonskeeper...

I was an unwilling participant in 4 pretty good size brawls.

A. Outside National Guard Armory on 44th west of Penn. CHHS, Grant, and S.E. mixing it up.
B. CHJH, racial. A white bully mouthed off to the blacks in the lunch room and everything spilled outside. Probably about 30 persons involved. Some carrying silverware from the lunch room.
C. Springlake, racial. April, 1971. That was a real riot. I don't think I have ever been so scared or frightened before or since. One of the persons I was with was stabbed in the arm and it looked worse than it was.
D. CHHS, racial. 1970-1973. Anything could happen at any time and it often did. Ranged from a couple of people to one mob against another. These were incidents where people were really trying to hurt you. Bricks, stones, knives, saw a jack handle at one time. School was placed on lock down several times.

Not fond memories, but ones that you will never forget.

I was an unwilling participant in 4 pretty good size brawls.

A. Outside National Guard Armory on 44th west of Penn. CHHS, Grant, and S.E. mixing it up.
B. CHJH, racial. A white bully mouthed off to the blacks in the lunch room and everything spilled outside. Probably about 30 persons involved. Some carrying silverware from the lunch room.
C. Springlake, racial. April, 1971. That was a real riot. I don't think I have ever been so scared or frightened before or since. One of the persons I was with was stabbed in the arm and it looked worse than it was.
D. CHHS, racial. 1970-1973. Anything could happen at any time and it often did. Ranged from a couple of people to one mob against another. These were incidents where people were really trying to hurt you. Bricks, stones, knives, saw a jack handle at one time. School was placed on lock down several times.

Not fond memories, but ones that you will never forget.

D- although I had graduated there was a big one at the Hill in 73 I think, wasn't that the bus incident that started at SE and moved to the Hill? A friend said 73 was a dark year. Our fights with generals and spartans were fist fights and we even occasionally shook hands after it was over. Very occasionally. Spot had a few altercations.

D- although I had graduated there was a big one at the Hill in 73 I think, wasn't that the bus incident that started at SE and moved to the Hill? A friend said 73 was a dark year. Our fights with generals and spartans were fist fights and we even occasionally shook hands after it was over. Very occasionally. Spot had a few altercations.

I know people who were there in 1973 and they said it was the worst year. School lock-downs, weapons (know one guy that took a rifle. kept it in his pickup and luckily never had to use it.), and it was a case of gangs of one color jumping on INDIVIDUALS (cowards both ways). I know of some instances where groups were in the restroom (both sexes did this) with two or three persons outside in the hall. If an individual passed they would be grabbed and hauled into the restroom and given a real beating.
I was working near Douglass High School that year and these racial fights were everywhere. If you went to CHHS and got bussed, you went to Douglas. I carried cans of starting fluid in the cab of the truck with me since I would often get stuck by a light on Eastern or N.E. 10th.
Paseo Street did not escape either. That was a big disappointment.

Believe it or not, we had some pretty good fights on the north side too. My neighborhood (near NW 63rd & Western) was pretty rough. True: Many of the guys I grew up with are either dead or have spent time in prison. I had a fight in 4th grade with a kid named Dale at Bible School at the local Baptist Church. No kidding. I started it all and he ended it by giving me a sound butt kicking. We've been good friends the rest of our lives - he has a grocery/fishing tackle/bait/fishing guide business down at Broken Bow now. I had another fight in 8th grade and broke the other kid's jaw, closed his eyes and knocked out some teeth. Nobody ever messed with me again after that. But some of the best fights were those where an unlikely kid would beat the snot out of a bully. Case in point: Jerry was a bully. He would walk right up to anyone at John Marshall High School and slap them right in the face and they'd never fight back because he was such a bully. One day, coming back to school after eating lunch at the Dairy Boy on 89th street east of JMHS, Jerry was walking one way and Bobby the other way and Jerry slapped Bobby in the face. Bobby, a kid who planned to be a preacher when he got out of school, beat the holy crap out of Jerry, in front of most of the bada--es in the school. Well that blew his cover and nobody put up with his crap after that. Another case in point: Gordon kept picking on John, almost every day. John's locker was at the end of a hall, in a corner. One day Gordon trapped John by his locker and wouldn't leave him alone. John finally had all he could stand and spun Gordon around and pinned him in the corner with a flurry of punches that caught everyone by surprise. Found out that day John was a Golden Gloves boxer after hours. Ha.

Some of the most bloody fights were with my brother. Broke his nose twice and he threw a knife at me which stuck in my right thigh.

when my wife taught at jefferson, there were two guys going to have a fight. they jumped up in the air and danced around like two storks in mating season. I got to laughing so hard it embarassed them and they quit. However, there was a girl fight a couple of days later and they were seriously "Hooking it up"....things have changed...

there was a big one at the Hill in 73 I think, wasn't that the bus incident that started at SE and moved to the Hill? A friend said 73 was a dark year.


Yes, graduated in 1973 that should tell you

Believe it or not, we had some pretty good fights on the north side too. My neighborhood (near NW 63rd & Western) was pretty rough. True: Many of the guys I grew up with are either dead or have spent time in prison. I had a fight in 4th grade with a kid named Dale at Bible School at the local Baptist Church. No kidding. I started it all and he ended it by giving me a sound butt kicking. We've been good friends the rest of our lives - he has a grocery/fishing tackle/bait/fishing guide business down at Broken Bow now. I had another fight in 8th grade and broke the other kid's jaw, closed his eyes and knocked out some teeth. Nobody ever messed with me again after that. But some of the best fights were those where an unlikely kid would beat the snot out of a bully. Case in point: Jerry was a bully. He would walk right up to anyone at John Marshall High School and slap them right in the face and they'd never fight back because he was such a bully. One day, coming back to school after eating lunch at the Dairy Boy on 89th street east of JMHS, Jerry was walking one way and Bobby the other way and Jerry slapped Bobby in the face. Bobby, a kid who planned to be a preacher when he got out of school, beat the holy crap out of Jerry, in front of most of the bada--es in the school. Well that blew his cover and nobody put up with his crap after that. Another case in point: Gordon kept picking on John, almost every day. John's locker was at the end of a hall, in a corner. One day Gordon trapped John by his locker and wouldn't leave him alone. John finally had all he could stand and spun Gordon around and pinned him in the corner with a flurry of punches that caught everyone by surprise. Found out that day John was a Golden Gloves boxer after hours. Ha.

Hello RealJimbo, What year did you graduate from JMHS ? it was 1976 for me but I had a couple of friends that went their that were alot older then me, One is in Prison, John Bass & the other has passed away, Jimmy Shetfield. John would always look for fights and Jimmy was known to look for trouble as well.

Yesterday I rode with Frisky in his new 'vette. 500+ horses
of GO FAST! 0 to ohmygosh in 3 seconds! I'm surprised that
we're still alive. He wasn't making any friends on S.W. 29th.

Si no habla mui el gofastolito!

Okay, I might be exaggerating, but it's an awesome 'Vette and
no joke about the 500+ hp.

when my wife taught at jefferson, there were two guys going to
have a fight. they jumped up in the air and danced around like two
storks in mating season. I got to laughing so hard it embarrassed
them and they quit. However, there was a girl fight a couple of
days later and they were seriously "Hooking it up"...things have
changed...
When I attended Jefferson in the 1700's the fights took place on
the property just south and west of the school. I remember some
CHHS dudes showed up in a convertible and started taunting us.
Nothing happened and they drove off after a nifty neato yelling
contest that lasted about 30 minutes.

The fights were known by everyone, except faculty, by the lunch
break. Why? I haven't a clue but word got around and we
couldn't wait until the final bell. Do they still have bells in
Jr. High? Do they still teach anything in Jr. school?

Soonergirl26 and Tall Girl were never at the fights. They had
to much class.

Yeah:..."Kick Boxing".

Saw plenty when I taught at the junior high level; broke up several; was shown how to get a hold on a student (from behind) so I wouldn't get hit--but now, I'm not sure a teacher would even dare touch a student on clothes or arms even to break up a fight! While teaching at the high school level, though, most of the combatants were too much larger than I for me to stop--although I did develop a voice that could stop a train and that worked on more than one occasion. Girl fights were the worst, though. Never wanted to be around when those started!

I never was in a fight, but as a student at Shields Heights Elementary, I recall there was a boy who was a dreadful bully and picked fights with everyone. When he threatened me (a girl) my mother came to school and talked to the teacher. The teacher said 'yes, he's a terrible bully and a very mean boy, we can't control him and all the teachers are too afraid of him to try anymore!' At least that's what my mother says the teacher said. I saw him beat up on many kids on and off the school grounds. There was a footbridge over the railroad tracks by the school and I recall watching him lurk there waiting for victims. If you've ever seen the movie "A Christmas Story" he was a lot like the bully in that, but I never saw him get his comeuppance like that character does from Ralphie.

I got into a lot of fights. Not because I was a bully but because I stood up for myself. Iwas the new kid that didn't talk much so they figured I would be a push over. The saying goes "the quiet ones are the ones to be afraid of", obviously their parents never taught them that cause I had too. :-)

I'm not sure if this would be a "fight" . . . but one day in gym, while playing a version of dodge ball, about six football players all ganged up on this rather small, new, black kid (just about the only one in our school at the time) and all began pummelling him, unmercifully, with several of the balls. To me, it was obviously going way beyond the "rules" of the game. I grabbed one of two twin brothers--who, ironically, were both offensive guards--picked him up, slammed him to the gym floor and said: "You like THAT m-fer? How does it feel? You like it?"

The coaches--including the head football coach--had been laughing at the bullying of the "newbie of color" up to that point. Since I had dropped out of football the year before to pursue rock climbing (and other things that long-haired, semi-hippie types did back then) I was not one of their pets. They hollered something at me and I said, "Yeah, well if you'd call off your animals, that never would have happened."

I was told to go to the coach's office and decided to comply.

As the coach got up in my face, ragging on me for possibly damaging one of his toadies, I could see that it was taking all the restraint he could muster to keep from punching me with one of his clenched fists. Immediately behind me was a huge, glass window to the locker room so I just kept egging him on with, "Go ahead . . . Do it . . . Give it your best shot, a--hole." I was planning to duck and let him put his fist through that glass, thus providing him with yet another opportunity to explain his lack of situation control.

Amazingly, in the end, I didn't even get a write-up or a trip to the Assistant Principal's office.
I guess even the coach realized that my intervention into the earlier "bullying" was grounds for dismissing all charges.

I did however only get a "C" in gym that year.
Even if I deserved a "B+".

And this one goes out to MDot . . .

Perhaps illustrating the observation(s) that while "the world goes round and round" . . .
and times, people and situations change . . .
(like "sands though the hour glass"
or at least the way the hour glass looks
with different amounts of sand =) . . .
life is not a broken record.

jJRaU_m9Ics

Keep fighting the good fight.
Even if some might call you a rebel . . .
(It's always good to rebel against stupidity and mindless conformity).

Plus, girls like rebels. =)
At least they did back in '68. =)

Haha thanks RM. And good job for standing up for that coloured kid.

You know what? I really didn't care what color (or even colour =) he was at the moment.
(Not even if he was from Canada. Or England. =)

I just remember that those "Coach's Pets" (who, on and off the field, were essentially classless morons) were (more than) picking on a new kid who seemed to be a nice person.
No kidding.

I only mentioned the "pigmentation" thing because it was a fairly major issue, nationally, at the time.
(You know . . . Dr. Martin Luther King . . . etc.)
And because all of that took place at what was supposed to be one of the most "enlightened" high schools in the nation.

And maybe even because where I went to Elementary School (several years before that incident, in that same "enlightened town") they put the only "child of color" in the school down in the Special Ed basement classroom.

But in Elementary School I wasn't quite big enough to fight injustice. =)

So . . . In retrospect, I guess I should have just said "Thanks" in response to your comment.

Whatever the reason, that's pretty courageous of you to stand up for a person other than yourself. :Smiley199

Yeah . . . Yet, in reality, I was more "angry" than "courageous" I'm afraid.

Still, much better to do it that way--individually--than to later associate yourself with groups like SDS . . .
(A group even more stupid and classless--not to mention manipulative--
than many (but not all) high school jocks of the immediately preceeding era. =)

That's how I am, I get angry not courageous but it stills seems like I'm doing something for a good cause when in reality someone's just pissed me off. Lol

I seem to recall that I read somewhere that it is "'OK' to 'be angry' (just 'don't sin')."
Or something like that.

I think that we would agree that those are some fairly high-level abstractions to define, process and act upon.

Maybe there should be a new bumpersticker, ribbon or lapel pin that says something like:

"Be Kind . . . or risk The Alternative."

Nah . . . Too Radically Moderate.
Almost like something a Nun might have said.
Had I attended a Parochial School. =)

And almost like "asking for a fight" . . .
As did the IP on this thread.
Even if I agree with him. =)

I think it goes something like "be angry and sin not?" I'm not really sure. But I kinda like your "Be Kind...or risk The Alternative." bumpersticker, it'd be legit on the back of my car.

Buy the copyright.
Print it.

Pay for college. =)

The lapel pin would simply be inviting trouble.
(a type of "double-dog-dang dare ya' deal" . . .
already property of the Jean Shepherd Estate . . .
at least according to Scut Farkis and his toady Grover Dill. =)

Haha that's the smartest idea I've heard on how to pay for college, and no offense, but it's the most simple. Lol

"Simple is Best": That Mies van der Roe Dude, et. al. Sort of an architect. I guess. =)

That, or start kickin' ass on the gridiron instead of in the parking lot. =)

My one and only was after school in 9th grade at Putnam City Central Junior High. It was with a guy I had known for several years, and for some reason he just had a hair up his butt that day and kept picking on me. Finally he made a reference to my parents' deafness and referred to my dad as a "deaf and dummy." Big mistake.

I whirled around and punched him square in the nose, knocked his glasses flying, and he started crying and soon had snot dripping everywhere. That was the end of the fight.

My one and only was after school in 9th grade at Putnam City Central Junior High. It was with a guy I had known for several years, and for some reason he just had a hair up his butt that day and kept picking on me. Finally he made a reference to my parents' deafness and referred to my dad as a "deaf and dummy." Big mistake.

I whirled around and punched him square in the nose, knocked his glasses flying, and he started crying and soon had snot dripping everywhere. That was the end of the fight.

The first year I went to Central was the year they renamed it James L. Capps Middle School.

The first year I went to Central was the year they renamed it James L. Capps Middle School.

Sorry, MDot. You have to be at least 18 to post in a nostalgia thread. You're not old enough to have nostalgia about anything. LOL

Sorry, MDot. You have to be at least 18 to post in a nostalgia thread. You're not old enough to have nostalgia about anything. LOL

My age is my largest liability. Lol

I remember a fight at NW Classen in the spring of my senior year, 1971. Just two guys, IIRC, but one of them was stabbed in the heart. He was transported to Baptist, where they postponed an elective open heart surgery to take the victim. He barely survived. Fortunately, I was at OCU that day for district band and orchestra contest, and missed it.

Where? Small town called Hinton, Ok
When? Every year really.
Why? I was a bully, and didn't take crap from anyone. Male or Female
How? Confrontational. called whoever upset me out, then threw the first punch. Needless to say I was always in trouble. And me being a very short female, it was shocking to most.

go firgure.

Where? Small town called Hinton, Ok
When? Every year really.
Why? I was a bully, and didn't take crap from anyone. Male or Female
How? Confrontational. called whoever upset me out, then threw the first punch. Needless to say I was always in trouble. And me being a very short female, it was shocking to most.

go firgure.

Lol you and my mom have a lot in common minus Hinton, Ok. And she wasn't a bully but she didn't take any crap.