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I Max Ritchie
ALBEMARLE, N. C., APRIL 6, 1939.
By Howard Pease.
(Reviewed by Ted Wallace)
Foghorns” is a thrilling title
a thrilling sea mystery by
Howard Pease. San Francisco s
famous waterfront is the setting of
this story which is centered on the
■ver present labor troubles that all
irdinary seamen fear.
The story begins when Greg
Richards, a young lover of the sea,
has come to San Francisco amid
the protests of his wealthy aunt,
with the' determination to secure a
iob on a ship. Finding that jobs are
scarce, he is about to give up when
a stranger offers him a slip which
entitles him to a job on the freight
Taking a chance, Greg buys the
ticket and reports for duty on
board the “Araby,” only to find
himself involved in a mystery that
can be solved only through a series
of exciting adventures into San
Having lived many years near
the colorful waterfront. Pease
paints a vivid picture of the vari
ous activities that are practiced
Don’t get excited; there’s no cause for alarm. Tk
breaking ... It looks like Max S. has t-A
a date It is rumored that a girl from Kannapolis is break^
T 1 Walsie’s romance . . . C. B. gives Tina a rush in dj
r^ifmaWnrA'^s°now-no/"ofh^^^rlport card, h^ever"'j
iind Dott P Ummm! competition, girl.'.. . . . •learinu L.,f
,.t tingles when Tommy R. smi'es at her . . Bet Alfred M.,
'iot of"days (and nights)_at^ Ritchie_s Lake^ this^^summer ,
w really gave Margaret J. down the country when sk.
‘Maggie” had dated Reuben . . . Have you seen “Phennie'i,
book'' There’s been a bit of forgery going on there Wh,
penrwhen Doc tries to horn in on another of Bonnje’.. dates? i
L gets a date with “Knottsy, of course ... Hamp didif
Viimfelf UD anv better when he broke that date with the fern in r*
boro . . .'Wanted: Another C. A. R. dance. The D. A. R.
‘Gerrv" C. prefers a K to an A on her swe
— 1—The httle on
Honor Society Tenets
Scholarship, service, leadership,
and character—these tenets of the
creed of the National Honor socie
ty are ideals for which every boy
and girl should strive.
Scholarship, not merely for the
grades but the knowledge one
gams by study and thought, is a
reward within itself.
Service—so easily achieved by
anyone! A kind word or deed, no
matter how small, goes a long way
toward making one’s fellowman
Leadership is perhaps a bit hard
er to attain, for all of us cannot
be leaders. However, we can strive
to become better ones through con
scious effort and perseverance.
Character is perhaps the most
important of all. It plays a promi
nent part in each of our lives, and,
furthermore, the future of our
country depends greatly on the
character that is developed by the
boys and girls of today.
Congratulations, A. H.
your initiation into the National
Honor society! This is undoubted
ly one of the greatest advance
ments made in our school. The or
ganization of an honor society will
serve both as an incentive for stu
dents to work and as an ideal for
better all-round development of
each member of the student body.
power and patience to struggle with
the problems that confronted them?
It would be hard to get along with
out the modern conveniences and
medical perfections that men like
Edison, Pasteur, Cooper, Fulton,
the Wright brothers. Bell, Morse,
and Whitney worked persistently
to give us.
It takes effort, perseverance, and
‘stick-to-it-iveness,” to be able to
finish all that which we have be
gun. Let’s make our motto, “Fol
low through,” and work with a
sire to win. Remember that
ever quits and a quitter
Are you a quitter? The kind of
person who never finishes a task
that he has begun? After leaving
a small bit of work unfinished, it
becomes easier the second and
third time. Each task may become
larger and more important, and
soon we do not have the will power
to complete any of our work. Be
fore we know it, it has become the
battle of life that we are up against.
Then it’s too late; the battle is al
ready lost, if one is a quitter.
There is no time better than the
present for us to learn to continue
our work from the beginning
end. Now it will be hard to break
the quitting habit, but if we wait,
then it becomes much more diffi
cult. Quitting keeps one from pro
gressing, and makes his a weak,
Think of the things we would
be without today if the leaders of
yesterday had been quitters. What
kind of country would this be if
Washington, Lee, Jefferson, Mann,
and Lincoln had not had the will
Ready? Get Set!
May S—Field Day! Have you
made any plans for it? Are you go
ing to participate in any of the ac
tivities? Your class needs your
help, so drag out that school spirit
and be on hand to score points
along with your other classmates.
It is up to you to make this
second annual Field Day a success.
It depends altogether on your par
ticipation in the events and your
cooperation, just as did the carni
val. And congratulations—since we
are on the subject of the carnival—
to you, students, and to the advis
ory council, for making it a real
It is such cooperation and good
will as was shown then, that forms
the incentive to plan and carry out
more extra-curricular activities.
Wilhelmina Efird was recently
honored by being nominated for
office of chief marshal at W. C.
U. N. C. Wilhelmina is a house
president and also a member of the
Frances Henning was among the
twenty-five students to participate
in a swimming meet at W. C.
Hilda Foreman was selected to
play a leading role in the play “The
Three Cornered Moon,” given by
Playcrafters at Appalachian State
Craig Hopkins, a student
Wake Forest, has been elected pres
ident of the N. Y. Gulley Law so
ciety. Craig also is treasurer of
Gamma Eta Gamma, legal fratern-
ledge boys can break hearts. The little one h^s a freshman,
begging for mercy . . . Annette S. has the soph, boys all a-twittt
Glem S. is just getting up from the fall for an Endy gal he met,
walloped ’em in basketball! ... ^
Spring is upon us, and it was just as I thought. The on-«
Junior-Senior (if that’s what it is) will bring more affairs a, '
affairs. S’ long till the special senior edition.
YE WISE OLDE 01 f
ODE TO MOTHER
0 Mother, when you went away,
1 did not know you’d gone to stay.
Dear Mother, you left me alone;
I have no one to be my own.
You were so very dear to me;
And dear to me will always be
The memory of my sweet Mother,
Who gave her life to save another.
Louise Leonard was one of the
four students at Appalachian to
make an average of “A” on all sub-
ill: “Can you swim?”
in: “It all depends on
handsome the lifeguard is.”
Teacher—“How long did the
thirty-year war last?”
Student—“About ten years, I
think.”—Spencer Hi Life, Spencer
Lee: “Honestly, would you think
I bought this car second hand?”
John: “No, I thought you made
it yourself.”—Pine Whispers, —
ston-Salem, N. C.
ODE TO A ROSE
How sweet thy smell, oh, lovely
make a sightly bed.
of a plant with briars you
So large and soft and sweet.
You put all other blooms to shame,
When in a vase you meet.
The joyful thoughts you give today
Will last long into years;
Your beauty never fades away,
But still my soul it cheers.
Q. How does one know which
silver to use at a banquet?
A. As a general rule, start with
^he silver farthest away.
Q. How does one eat pickles and
A. Pick them up with the fin
Q. From which side does one sit
down at a table?
A. The left side.
Q. How does one eat bread?
A. Break it, and then butter it
as you eat it.
Q. Should one ever telephone a
person who is at formal banquet?
A. Never, unless it is absolutelv
'jttle boy entered a barber
shop. How do you want your hair
cut, my little man?” inquired the
« “L'ke Dad’s,” replied Bobbie,
with a hole in the top.”—The
Torch, Pfeiffer Junior College.
“You have acute in
Carl: “Tee! Hee! Do you think
Those who go to college and nev-
CT get out are called professors.—
The Torch, Pfeiffer Junior College.
Reporter: “To what do you at
tribute your old age?”
Centenarian: “For the first sev
enty years of my life the motor car
was not invented, and for the last
thirty years I have not been out '
the streets.—Facts and Fw,
Thomasville, North Carolina.
Another addition to the modern
equipment in the gymnasium
the convenient baskets installed m
the girls’ dressing room. Each girl
taking “gym” has an individual
ba^ket with a lock.
The girls say that since the
kets have been put in, their clothes
stay in much better condition.
AN APRIL DAY
A glorious change has tm bi
An April sky is overheai jg
Like emerald glows the derji
And flowers are no longer Ji j.(
And bursting from their icj)
The golden buttercups have; t
Awakened from their winteti i;
The hyacinth and* the crocwi
Into the arms of Spring; tin p
Is filled with their perfn
Blush-tinted petals of the » ,
Peach-blossoms lend a rosy:
To where-—withdraw'n intoi
Of crimson haze and amethp ^
The jeweled hill is sparklin ^
’Neath fleecy clouds in ti
The woods are full of 4(
Fresh violets spring up ovei'
And mossy stones by tj
Now hide arbutus in cool on
FERDINAND, THE BULL
Old Ferdinand was a peaceful bull;
His color was snow white.
He liked to hear the birdies sing,
never liked to fight.
ras as friendly as the dickens,
as playful as a dog;
He played leap-frog with all the
1 swimming with the
He was so unsuspecting
As to play with Joe, the snake,
When rattler Joe stuck out his
Old “Ferdie” began to shake.
Frightened Ferdinand checked out,
And, followed by the snake,
He ran about a hundred miles,
Before he pushed the brake.
“Fei'die” got on a railroad track.
And, tired from his dash, he
He didn’t see the "Silver Streak,”
And on toward him it rumbled.
The train was blowing as it
This fight, it was his first and last,
As everybody knows.
Old Ferdinand’s remains were laid
Beneath the meadow’s flowers
Upon his grave a lofty tree
Like a protector towers.
These are the words carved
For every passerby to see:
“It happened on a midnight clear;
I he stars were shining bright.
Here lies the peaceful Ferdinand,
Who lost his only fight.”
Charlie bought a sporting Fr
He’d saved for quite a whili
In fact he’d planned this vc
To drive for many a mile.
... ./ent into the country Ic
Not caring where he woiui
Until at last in a farnier’iji
This boy and Ford were foo
The ballad is not funny iKH-
It really is no joke,
’Cause Charlie’s Ford wwi
when the weary motors
And all the jerks died dow
Then Charlie rallied and got
From his soft seat upon thef
Beneath the hood he fouoJ
He loosened up some lugSi
And since he knew not wn*'
He threw away the plugs.
Away went plugs and timer*
Followed by the clutch, MP"
Then Charlie thought it
This useless wa.ste of junk.
He tied a wire around the k*
And also ’round each door;
■ ;ven bolted down the
And put tape over the fltK*'
He pushed old Lizzie up the^
And .started coasting 't
He hoped to reach
And coast on into
Charlie’s Ford t
That .soon’made Charlie “tif I
And so he made a left turn j
The curve went to the rign ]
a higher M
Now, Charlie’s Ford is on tw
No, not with this poet so
But in the city dump she |
As “tops” among the