Back in my day, you would leave your rifle in your unlocked, windows rolled down vehicle in the school parking lot and all the principal would say is, “nice gun there.” You could have a knife in your boot and a can of snuff in your back pocket and suspension never crossed anyone’s mind. That was also in the days when a little old lady never worried about being strip searched and detained for bringing her knitting along for the flight.
Principal was probably also the local Scoutmaster.