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THE BLACKBIRD, ROCKY MOUNT HIGH SCHOOL (
TUESDAY, APRIL 29, 1952
Radio Becomes Alarm Clock
“Have you heard of the new style of alarm clock?
The timed radio! It’s a radio which works like a clock. The
radio comes on at a set time and you wake to soft music—
or do you!!!
Such an awakening could be very pleasant or very
“horrible.” Who ;would want to be alwakened to “Ham-
bone?” Sure, there’re all kinds of people in this world and
they like all kinds of music.
Everything in this world is composed in one way or
another of music. Yes hundreds of kinds of music all re
corded so it can be put on the radio to either scare you out
of bed or “float” you out. There’s really “music in the air.”
Let’s Hope It Stays This Way
“What was the use of our staying after school, sand
ing the desks, washing the woodwork, and doing all of that
cleaning up?” Tom asked.
“To tell the truth, I enjoyed it, replied Jane.
“Well, it’ll soon get right back dirty,” Tom carried on.
“Don’t you like to sit in a clean roolm. I can study
better when a room is clean,” Jane answered.
Joe continued, “Well, since we’ve done all this, let’s
hope it stays cleaned up, and no one will try to be smart
and destroy the work we’ve done.”
Dis Cip Loses The Race
Dis here boy, hs wuz quite uh bad’un. Yep, he neber
done nothin’ right in ’is life. Twas one ub dem days—da
days when all mischeffua boys feol even mo raischeffus,
speshully dis ’un.
He hed quiet a build. Yes sah, he waz one ub da most
atha. atha?? one ub da best spohts I eber sah! Terday
wuz de day he s’pose ter run in the turheymimt. He wuz
da latest boy Ave had. Coach toT ^im not to eat sumpin
beefo’ he run. But ez I say, he neber mine nobody. Well,
befo dat race he et eberting he kin hole. Twas dat day dat
he regret it too. Te run dat race an ho come in las’—green
az grass. He had cip a drink rite bcfo' he toe dat line.
Seems tor me dat dis boj' who cip de drink as he toe de
line sho’ needs sumpin, probly a lil’ discipline. Yep,! Twas
dis cip (on a) line dat lost fo’ him.
Vote Or Veto?
Vole—Ah, what a word this. is. Its used year round.
According to W ebstor it means the right to exercise a
choice, or expressioTi of wiM. Yes, this is the meaning
we know. In the coming elections, all the students of RMHS
will have this power—tho power to exercise their choice
for their officers. I
Veto—Now this also is a v/ell-linown word, and hov/!
Have you ever noticed how nearly alike these two words
are? Vote with the e and o sv/itched produces Veto. Their
meanings, however, are very different. Webster says this
about Veto. “To prohibit; to refuse to admit or approve!”
The candidates running for officors are asking for
the votes of RMHS students to allov/ them to take over a
very important and difficult job. You have the right -to
vote. The lack of one little vote may v/qll be the cause of
your favorite candidate’s not getting this office.
A person who fails to vote can easily prohibit one
from getting an earned job. Thus. Vole will become Veto!
Are you going to exercise your power of a Vote or a
Veto? ,
He Said A Mouthful!
There was once a small turtle,
who lived near the home of a
young man and his mother. One
day the turtle heard the man say,
“Well, goodby, mother. I’m going
to see the world.”
“To see the world. What is the
rest of the world like, mama?” he
asked his mother.
, But before she could answer
him, two birds flew down to him
and said, “If you want to see the
rest of the world, sonny, why not
go with us?”
“But I can’t fly,” the little tur
tle wailed.
“Um-m-m. Let me see,” said
one bird, “I have an idea. We’ll
take this piece of string in our
beaks. We shall each take an end,
and you can hold on to the middle
by your mouth. Remember, keep
your mouth shut.”
That was what they did. .They
went flying over the hills, tho
trees, and towns. The turtle v/as
having a wonderful time. Th:y
saw Niagara Palls, Grand Canyon,
Washington, and the turtle was
thrilled.
But when they hit New York
City, the turtle forgot and he ^
opeieed his'mouth to say, “Look at j
that tall building.” Wh:n tiv,'!
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Fake Heed, Dateless Girls
building was cleaned n:xl, the
cleaners found a small greasy si;ct
with a lot of small pieces oX shell
in the middle of the roof.
Moral; Thire ara tirr.ts v/hen it
's best to keep the mouth shat.
Is Sea;'3
TEE BUlCKBmD
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FACULTY ADVISER MRS. T. D. YOUNG
Published fourteen times during the year by the Joumalism Class
•f Rocky Mount High School.
Subscription Rate $1.00
Once upon a tirr.o in the land of
fii a l!f!le wiilfe ‘hoWc’'
—lived three glrk, Me, Myself
and I.
One morning when they sat
down at breakfast Ma took a sip
of her coffee and exclaimed, “this
coffee is too hot!” Mycelf tool: a
sip of hers and exclaimed, “Mine
IS, too!” Then I, the biggest of Ihe
three, took a sip and said, “My
offee is too hot, too. Let’s take
a walk down to the drug Jtors.”
V/hile they were gone You, tak
ing a stroll through the parlc, faw
the house across the street. You
went over and irnbcked on the
door. When no one answered, You
went in to look, around. You took
a s;p of r,iy«elf’.-, coffee; it was
too cold. Thsn You took a sin of
I'a coffee; it was juGt right so You
dran^c it all up.
Then You picked up a *ciense
magazine of Me; it v.-as too com
plicated for You to read. You pick
ed up Mysclf’s Tims; it was too
boring. Then You found I’s news
paper; it was just right. So You
settled back in a big easy chair
and read the latest issue of “The
Blackbird.”
“Jail^ prison, insane asylum, and
horror house” are popular term-,
for ‘ol R M II S, but a new rnd
maybe truer t=,rm may be found
now. ,
With t?*e help of a visiting friend
the “true term” was added recent
ly. Who? Yes, whoo! Well, that’s
all anyone could get out of him.
This friend was an ov/1—a barn
owl. Hum-m-m! If you look at R
M H S from the right slant, it
does favor a barn at that! Mr. Cvifl
must have thought so!
1 Attention, all gjrls!!
j Are you dateless? Do boys avoid
i you or do they just not know you
■.fo around?
! -I’m not Dorothy Dix and I don’t
I propose to solve all your problems,
but I hnve endeavored to find
some pohiters to use in snaring a
man. year doesn’t (•■•mo often
and while it’s hsre, wo girls have
to stick toxether and really-get
busy and siolve the age old prob
lem of what thjsc ficklc males
like, .
Wh'le walking down tho halls
of RMIIS one bright and sunny
day, I amazed many an unsuspect
ing male by asking him what he
likos best in a girl. Did he like her
quiet? Gay? Talkative? Serious?
Silly? Dumb? Intelligent? Sweet?
or Sophisticated,?
Due to ths nature of the quest
ion I shall not reveal the names
of the boys to whom I posed this
weighty interrogation in order to
protect'' them from any bodily
harm they might experience in
case they chose a girl entirely
different from their steady.
In general the male population
likes a girl who is interested in
him (v/ith a capital letter). Noth
ing flatters
thaix a girl
iistemng to
the male ego more
who sits wide-eyed
everything he says.
ven i i‘ he rambles on for hours
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about his car and the football
team.
A girl should be intelligent but
not to much so. A boy likes to feel
masterful as most men do. So,
girls, it pays to be a little dumb at
times, and wo leave it up to your
womanly intuition as to when.
Above ..all a girl should never
actually cl>aae a boy. Use all the
tricks Til'TliT’li'ade''and your fem~
inine wiles to catch your man but
never let him know he is being
trapped. Let him think he has
done the trapping.
Attractiveness is of great im- ■
portance to a boy. A gii‘1 need not
be a raving beauty but she must
be clean and fresh looking. Noth
ing is so undesirable as sloppiness.
Girls, I hope these tips will put
you on your mark and ready to
gel out and hook piat dreamboat
you’ve had your eyes' on for so
long. I cannot guarantee these
tips to be foolproof, ’cause you
see I’m just a poor struggling fe
male too!
Good luck! Get ready! Get sett
GO!
Do you like music? Hear the A.
Cappella Choir tonight.'
Yonder in tho funeral home
Tv/o cheap old coffins lie
With a name written on each of
them
In a beautiful golden dye.
How peacefully old Hallford
sleeps!
Yo'u know, the boy with the rub- .
her legs,
From too much time in chemistry
Concocbing the odor of rotten
eggs.
He was slowly failing his school-
work
Because of baseball and a girl.
And it finally overcame him
For Pearce’s n\ind stopped its
whirl.
All is quiet and peaceful
As the preacher bids farewell.
The two old coffins are lowered
And I mornfully toll the bell.
(Apologies to “The Two Coffins”
by Eugene Field)
Clean As A Pin
Tho rooms are all clean, the
teachers all beam,
They all think their homeroom’s
the prettiest seen. •
Flowers bedecking the desks and
the sills
Show we’ll find ways if we have
the wills.
Everyone helped; the niops fairly
flew;
The brooms and the dust rags did
their share too.
But everyone knows, it’s easy
to see.
The work was all done by, who else,
but “We.”
Now we’re not c(>mplaining, hfeck
no, we’re proud!
Wo just want ths credit when
credit’s allowed.
We just want the taxpayers to
take it all in;
We’ll all keep the new school as
neat as a pin! (Wc hope)
By Beryl Peter*