Now, the dunce cap is a strange thing. Something ubiquitous in the American conscience, but subliminal in that not many people have actually seen one. Oh, we've seen pictures:

But those are just pictures. I think the last institutionalized use of a dunce cap in education was in the 1950's. Now they are almost Rockwellian in nature, a silly look at what was considered stern discipline in the olden, pre-self-esteem days.
Also, I don't think dunce caps were used merely to mock stupidity in a child; rather, they were used as punishment for aberrant behavior: you put little Cordell in the corner in a dunce cap to teach him he was stupid for being buck wild in class, and dipping girls' pigtails in the inkwell. You didn't put little Cordell in the cap because he was struggling with his multiplication tables.
Of course, the Communist Chinese took the dunce cap to a whole new level, especially during the 1966-1976 Cultural Revolution. As Mao took his Great Leap Forward Redux and purged his cult of apostates, heretics, and, most of all, the innocent passersby (if that is what you call a lifelong Commie rat bastard technocrat who has fallen into disfavor) the dunce cap was much relished. Grown men, yesterday high and mighty Politburo overlords, were consigned to roam the streets of Peking in dunce caps, so that even small children knew they were ripe targets for rotten vegetables, and wicked old crones could slap their shinbones with kindling sticks. Why, even the mighty Deng Xiaoping was trotted through the streets by the Red Guards in a dunce cap.
I believe they even made commemorative ceramics of the event.

The sign says "Down with the Foul Intellectual", naturally.
I don't have much use for Commies, but they do know how to throw down on somebody.
I bring this up because my boss has taken to placing a stool in a coworker's office, the better to sit next to the poor fellow and micromanage him. Every time I see him perched upon that chair, I think You know what? I need a fucking dunce cap for that frigging yahoo. And maybe some kindling sticks.
If the stool is carefully placed in a far corner of the co-worker's office, it will help bunch the flies. Flies love stools, 'specially if they're fresh.
Posted by: Elisson at September 2, 2006 7:07 AMThat's great. I wish I had the extra cash and shelf space. I'd put that one up.
Little Cordell. Who in South Georgia did not have a little Cordell in their third grade class in a certain era, no?
Posted by: rankin' rob at September 2, 2006 4:06 PMThe cap will be a favourite of The Hillary, as she will be known, when she becomes the next UberFuhrer.
Watch that wayback machine record.
I in 1959 wore a dunce cap, that sorted out my shit. My stool was not upright for years afterwards.
Even though I was only correcting the teacher on mathematics.
Just awesome, V-Man. Thanks for the link. You made my day. That belongs in a museum.
I highly recommend "Gang of One" for a first person look at the Cultural Revolution.
Posted by: Jack Straw at September 2, 2006 7:54 PMI've read this post three times and I still can't think of a clever comment. I got nothing. Maybe I should be wearing the dunce cap.
Posted by: Libby at September 4, 2006 11:54 AMLibby, ... what a dunce. I guess you could always sit on that hat for a little "memory jog"... Vman, you better not never go to China if they do that whole "Down with the Foul Intellectual" vibe. It will surely, surely land one of those inverted snow cones upon your melon. You might be right, but they'll be righter... Stay out of China dude... I don't care what Bowie says about China Girls... I thought about goin' myself, but then, I considered the lid I'd be sportin' while there...
Sit on the hat?
That would be enlighting.
Fire crackers in china?
Who invented black powder?