THE FULL MOON
Friday, May 28, 1937
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ALBEMARLE, N. C„ MAY 28, 1937
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Paragraphics
Congratulations to the graduates
of ’37! Their goal is almost in sight
now and the prize—one hundred and
four diplomas—almost within reach.
Just nine more days, seniors!
If spring fever has put you behind
in any of your work, you had better
begin to try to catch up. Your time
is limited. "Exams” are next week,
so be "good scouts ” and let Prepared
ness be your motto.
Come out and watch the few tennis
matiches yet to be played! Don’t let
your school spirit die until after
June 8.
Sophomores: The last request of
Seniors of ’37 is that you give the
Seniors of ’38 a swell Junior-Senior
banquet. They deserve it!
Honor the senior class by attend
ing their commencement exercises
June 6 and 8.
It looks as if the girls’ tennis team
is at last having a chance to show
ability. They have not lost a set!
Hurry, June 8, the “freshies” are
becoming restless!
How good are you going to let
your last report card be? How much
difference will there be between the
one you received last October and
the one you are to get next week?
A Word To Seniors
June 8 will be an end and a be
ginning! Rather paradoxical but, all
the s«ne, it is true. It will be the end
of our high school career and the
beginning of a still greater career,
the career of life. When the seniors
are handed their diplomas, that does
not mean that they have acquired all
the learning possible. They have only
dipped into the fount of Knowledge.
So long as a man lives, he learns.
The seniors of 1937 have very aptly
chosen for their motto, “Get Knowl
edge and Hope for Wisdom.” If only
this motto would follow them through
life! In no other way can true hap
piness and contentment be gained.
"A little learning is a dangerous
thing.” and the wise man is no
man with just a degree of knowledge.
The truly wise person is he who uses
that knowledge for the good of him
self and others.
Along the road of Life and Knowl
edge there will be many obstacles,
many pitfalls confronting the traveler.
Our plea is to keep from temptation,
to hold yourself above the low and
mean things of life, and to respect
and love your fellowmen. Not always
will this seem easy. Sometimes the
path to self-respect and friendship
will seem hard, when the other way
will mean only ease and comfort, but
don’t be discouraged. The reward will
be at the the end. Even though you
may be able to deceive others, you
will still have “You” to account with.
In the words of Shakespeare:
This above all: to thine own self be
it must follow,
day
then be false
the night the
Self-Reliance
Even the well educated mind of
man does not grasp what it really
means to rely upon oneself. Self-
reliance is cognizant of all the ills of
earthly existence, and it rests oi
rational consciousness of power
contend with them. It counts the cost
of the conflict with real life, and calm
ly concludes that it is able to meet the
foes which stand in frowning array
1 the world’s greatest battlefield.
Has it not been said that God never
intended that strong, independent be
ings should be reared by clinging to
others, like the ivy to the oak, for
support? Do not rely upon your
friends, nor rely upon the name of
your ancestor. Thousands have spent
the best years of their lives in the
vain hope of help from those whom
they called friends. Relying upon the
' name which is made by your
exertions is best. Seek such
tainments as will enable you to c
fide in yourself, for after all, c
fidence in oneself inspires conhdence
others.
“Help yourself and Heaven will
help you,” should be the motto of
every man who wishes to make him-
sslf useful in the world. How success
ful are those men who have cultivated
jsWMKiHice! A high authority
pressed a self-reliant person in
way, “He shows himself in an active
manner; he demonstrates himself
his works; he is not ashamed of his
pretentions, but invites inspection and
asks recognition.”
The conclusion is that in this busy,
bustling period of the world’s history
self-reliance is almost an essential
•it of character in one who means
get along well and win his way
success and fortune.
—Katherine Hatley.
The Value Of A High
School Education
By MARGARET SMITH
Does a high school education pay?
You are not able to get a good job,
with chances for advancement, un-
you have a high school education.
Since there are many people for each
job, the one best qualified will get
the position. An educated person
makes a better living; therefore he
has a higher standard of living. This
helps him keep happy and healthy,
jrally, mentally and physically.
You come in contact with many
different types of people, and this ed
ucation helps you to converse easily
and intelligently. You are better able
understand people and their mo-
;s. Everybody needs to know the
major subjects taught in high school
order to get along in life. In the
social life, an education helps in
ipeech, manner and dress.
An education is useful in the liv»s
of married people also. Some people
think that since they will get married
after they finish school, they can
afford to leave off the last years.
However, they have missed a great
opportunity, because an education
will probably change their outlook on
life.
Friendship
Everyone will agree that friends
are the most valuable of all posses
sions. A person may have worldly
wealth, but if he has no friends, his
life is only miserable. Money can buy
many things, but true friendship is
not sold at any price. Friends com
fort and cheer one when he is sick in
body and in mind. Friends may in
spire a person to do his best work,
or, at least, to make the noblest ef
fort.
Friendship is the affection arising
from mutual esteem and good will,
and there can be no such relationship
without confidence. Everyone, at somi
time, wants and needs a person ii
whom he may confide.
As the seniors of ’37 go out from
our school, they will make new c
tacts and, we hope, new friends
the business as well as the social
world. Whether in school or oui
are constantly trying to form
friendships or make more permanent
those we are so fortunate £is to have
already. Sometimes it is just a word
spoken casually or an act of kindness
done, unconsciously that brings i
a new friend. On the other hand, a
little tactless word or deed can cause
us to hurt or lose an invaluable friend.
Invaluable? Yes, for all friends
that.
Let us remember that there is, after
all, only one way to have a tn
friend, and that is to be one.
—Virginia Hiitson.
THE JOKER
(Mr. McDaniel’s room after
school.)
Mr. McDaniel—“Bertram, where
did you clean those erasers?”
Bertram—“Out there on the side
of the building.”
Mr. McDaniel—“What? Out there
the side of the building?”
Bertram—“Yes, sir. It didn’t hurt
the bricks!”
Miss Scarborough—“Hugh, move
your chair back over there in that
corner.”
Hugh Snuggs—“But I’ll suffocate
er there.”
Miss Scarborough—“Well, that’s
all right, get over there anyway.”
(Notes passed prior to that great
svent, the Junior-Senior.)
Dear “Snakey”: May I take
“Dinky” to the banquet?”—John
Snuggs.
Dear John: It’s O. K. with me. I
on’t have a monotony on her.—
'Snakey.” '
Mr. Hatley (cashing check at
bank)—“These bills you gave me
surely are dirty.”
Cashier—“I’m sorry. I forgot that
school teachers were afraid of
Mr. Hatley—“Oh, that’s all right.
No germs could live on my salary.”
(Miss Watson asked her English
class to write a paper on what they
would do if they had a million dol-
Did You Know That—
Kenneth Miller always rides to
school with Jeannette S. and her
mother? That’s getting in with the
family, Ken.
Ted W. and a certain blond girl in
Miss Scarborough’s room meet daily
her locker? Look out, Edna!
“Ace” Parker and Bill Mann have
a regular parking ground at the Efird-
Wiscassett ball park every Saturday
night? (They say they can see the
aon better there!)
Jack Castevens has been taking
dancing lessons from a certain junior
girl?
A. P. Hubbard has become
“Snakey’s” official chauffeur on Sat
urday and Sunday nights? And
“Ikey” is Osborne’s?
■Sadie Pickier is going to get that
yellow Buick she’s been talking
about for the last three years? (We
think!)
Lena C. has been writing to Three-
Point Service Station at New Lon-
Jo and Bill Hornbuckle can fool
en the best of dates?
Edith Mauldin had a finger wave
for the Junior-Senior Banquet?
Merle Bass wishes she were a
nior so that she could graduate
with P. G.?
Helen Holt sold 24 tickets for the
Senior play?
The Whitlock-Wolfe affair is on
the rocks? (Not for long, we hope.)
Ed Swanner is going to miss a cer
tain girl in Mr. McDaniel’s room next
Juanita’s J. C. S. came all the way
from Charlotte to see her in the
Senior play?
Despite his dramatic success. Jack
is still true to his Hilda?
“Red” Whitley’s “homer” in the
Charlotte game scored four runs?
■s.)
G. Buck Ritchie handed
sheet of paper.
Miss Watson asked him: “Why
haven’t you written anything on this
G. Buck replied: “That’s exactly
'hat I’d do if I had a million dol-
A number of boys have requested
that a special section in home
economics be created for them. They
are interested in learning to cook,
but want to leave off the dress-mak
ing. Their request will be carefully
considered.
The total cost of the new addition
to the high school and the equip
ment added during the year is ap
proximately $75,000. The buildings
will now accommodate 1,000 students.
The enrollment at present is 615.
Leisure Time
Vacation is almost here witl
three months of leisure time. Perhaps
some are wondering how to crowd
all that they have planned to c
while others are having brainstorms
over what to do.
Those who want to be benefited
and helped in order to cope better
with next year’s work, may do ex
tensive reading. How swiftly the
time flies that is spent in constructive
reading!
If you are one of those out-of-doors
people, participate in all the sports.
The most enjoyment can be had
swinging a tennis racquet and going
out to the old swimming hole. Enjoy
your leisure time, but don’t waste ’
—Helen Morgan.
CAMPUS C-H-A-T-T-E-R
Dear Gossip-lovers:
For the last time this year I’ll give
you the low-down on A. H. S. busy-
bodies. Tina G. is still leading
Snuggs, Martin and Moyle a chase—
the eternal quadrilateral!! What pop
ular junior girl did Sid G. take to
the senior play? Some fun, eh,
Gladys? Sunday afternoons are ea
gerly looked forward to by Gwen and
jaines i'ry—not getting loo serious,
IS It.' What girl swamps Dick with
noi.es during geometry? What mem-
uer of the senior play cast had a date
with a certain baskeiball star after
wards? i? ranees Henning has been
receiving letters from Carolina. O. D.
is still a woman-hater despite all the
aiiection of junior girls. "iJrnie'’ and
••ijernie” are going strong these days
in spite of plenty competition on both
sides. Osborne and his red-head are
seen together day and night. Uid
you see that present Curtis gave Pel
ham? What two blond senior girls
are competing for dates with a '36
graduate? “tihank” seems to be unde
cided between a red-head and a little
soph? What about Louise Tate and
Almas romance? “Ikey” and 11a
Lee were happily strolhng along Sun
day afternoon. Kat Palmer was
having an afternoon date with a
senior boy on a certain Tuesday. How
many notes does she write him each
day? S. E. Sprinkle and Julia Maye
are now our best lovers. Freshmen,
for a few lessons in some real love-
making, see Julia M. and S. E.! Mt.
Gilead seems to be cutting in on our
local talent. What dame was that
with "Ossie” Melton at the theatre
last week? I’m expecting you to do
your own snooping around during
the vacation months, but I’ll be back
at your service in September. So long
till then, YE OLD OWL.
THE POET'S CORNER .»
In Parting
(By Mary Pelham Whitley.)
The time has come to say good-by
To happy high school days,
For after four lonif years in school,
■” ■ 'e come to parting ways.
Our book reports, our term essays.
The math, and French, and science.
And, oh, much more than what’s in
books—
We’ve learned of self-reliance.
We’ve chosen colors blue and white
To lead us o’er Life’s sea;
The blue for truth we need each day,
white for purity.
The red American beauty rose
We’ve chosen for our own;
It symbolizes courage gay
That through the years we’ve shown.
We’ve got our knowledge here in
school
We hope for wisdom now.
May God, who loves us every one,
With^ach this trait endow.
Whate’er success we may achieve
Will come to us through work.
It matters not how hard the way.
We promise not to shirk!
Now as we leave dear A. H. S.,
May this be each one’s aim:
To strive to do his life’s work well
And earn an honest name.
The time has come to say good-by—
Commencement Day is here;
May we e’er hold in memory
Our high school days so dear!
These Things
Purple iris; springtime rain;
Moonlight on the snow;
A sleepy bird call, sweet and thin.
When the sun sinks low.
Garden paths; a white-washed gate;
A cottage on a hilll;
Red geraniums in full bloom
Upon the window sill.
Early stars; a stately pine;
A child’s eyes filled with light;
Polished floors that seem aglow;
Rainfall in the night;
New-mown hay that’s fragrant still;
The azure sky above;
These are things that bring real joy—
These are things I love.
—Helen Crutchfield.
Dress Reherasal
(By Homer Carter.)
Our dress rehearsal was a pain.
It was a flop indeed!
We hardly made a single gain.
For no one would we heed.
Our squeaky voices rent the air.
And all was in commotion;
Each got in someone else’s hair.
And overdid each motion.
We missed the cues we ought to know
And stumbled over words.
We rented “tux” for that big show.
And weren’t we dressed up birds!
“Spec” has lost his collar button!”
“Terry’s swiped that pie!”
“Dona’s dropped the stew and mut-
Graduation
(By Helen Crutchfield.)
These four short years have swiftly
Our glorious race is run;
Graduation’s here at last.
And high school days are done.
No more will our young dancing feet
These halls and stairways tread;
We’ll climb the higher steps of life.
By our school standards led.
We did not always do o
As V
• best
But we pressed onward to our goal—
This Graduation Day!
On some dark days no sun did shine;
The clouds hung dark and low;
But we fought on with heart and soul.
And flinched not at each blow.
Oh! God, who loves each lonely heart
As the bright one or the gay.
May we e’er strive to win new goals
As we’ve won on this day!
May all our hearts not yearn for
Though paths lead many ways;
May we hold dear in days to come,
The mem’ry of school days.
Everyone was in a hurry,
I, as bad as any;
The girls were all in such a flurry—
The accidents were many!
I hope that each and all shall see
The reason for this ode.
And you will never try to be
An actor—it’s a load!