name='sippog']I can confirm that Prefects at my school (which allegedly modelled itself after Marlborough) beat younger boys up until the mid '60's when an overzealous Prefect went too far and made a boy bleed. Then the practice ceased abruptly.
The beating was administered with a stick but the real punishment was to do with the ritual that surrounded out. You were told during lunch to report to the Prefect's common room. All the Prefects filed out, leaving you alone with the Head Prefect who told you what your crime was and the number of 'strokes' of the stick he would give you - usually three or four. It didn't hurt that much really but, as I say, the fear and humiliation were the essential punishment.
It seems incredible now that boys of 17 or 18 were sanctioned to do this to boys as young as 12 - my age when I was sent there. But of course it was commonplace then; just as flogging with a birch was common in Victorian times and, I'm sure, had it's advocates.
I was still at school when IF came out. It was probably the most prominent and influential film about schoolboys since Brook's LORD OF THE FLIES but perfectly in keeping with the times. Later on, my school went coeducational and the pupils became notorious potheads but in 68 we read Carlos Casteneda, smoked cigarettes, fantasised and pinned up posters of Godard's movies. We couldn't wait to get the hell out of there - and that's what IF so accurately captures.