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THE FULL MOON
June 3,
In Retrospect
It is a hard task to compress within the
twelve pages of a Senior edition the lights
and shadows that have made a school
year memorable.
In a real sense, this Senior edition is
but a key to the proceeding issues.
Throughout the year we have tried to
bring you in somewhat more detail the
passing parade. Student endeavor in all
fields has been encouraged and public
ized. Straight news reporting has been
combined with a little more informal
journalism to report the lighter side of
this business of getting educated.
We have attempted to inform you, en
tertain you, and challenge you. The ex
tent to which we have succeeded will not
be immediately perceptible. It is only as
you continue to derive enjoyment from
these issues that they will be of real value.
If at any time in the near or distant fu
ture these papers can help you to re-grip
your hold on eternal youth, to that extent
will they have proved their worth.
With these thoughts in mind, we pre
sent to you your Senior edition. Full
conscious that it is far unworthy of the
class, we hope that you may, nevertheless,
enjoy its pages.
Hows Your Ambition?
“Ah, this is the life!”
Is this you, the month after school is
out, lying out under the trees in a ham
mock, with a “coke”, and doing nothing
but watching the clouds sail by?
Well, that’s one way to spend the sum
mer. But, if you must spend it this way,
why not take a good book along to the
hammock and catch up on some of those
books you have intended to read for so
long?
Or why not slip into the kitchen before
it gets too hot and practice up on some
of those recipes you’ve been collecting all
winter, girls?
That could apply to the boys, too, but
why not get out and polish up that tennis
game, or that stroke you never could
quite master in swimming? Or, if your
mind runs along more constructive lines,
how about working on some of those
things you started for your mother in
manual training and just half finished?
Or maybe you could help improve the
looks of your house or yard.
Any of these things and many more,
just small things, too, but so worthwhile
would they be that when the summer’s
over, you really will have gained some
thing besides a master’s degree in loafing.
THE FULL MOON
Published monthly by the Journalism
class of Albemarle High School, Albe
marle, North Carolina.
Editor Lee Copple
Columnists Marie Deese,
Josephine Whitley, Mary Alice
Holt, Keith Almond, Clara
Torch, Pansy Morton, Doris
Franks, Eunice Smith, Pocahon
tas Meigs
Sports Creel Lowder,
Jack Castevens, J. W. Disk,
Oron Fogers
Reporters Marshall Watkins,
Carroll Russell, Ned Betts, Caro
lyn Earnhardt, Ellen Hearne,
Virginia Niven, Margaret Nisbet,
Rachel Tucker, Ramelle Burle
son, Ramelle Morris, Frank
Lambert
Typists Jack Lowder,
Hoyle Whitley, Mary Ellen
Youngblood
BUSINESS STAFF
;Business Manager Virginia Stone
Advertising Lamar Camp,
Ruby Townsend, Amy Fry, Tomsy
Smith, Frances Smith, Carolyn
Stone, Betsy Ivey
Adviser Willie Ellerbe
And, By The Way BOOK BROWSINGS Campus Chatter
Photographs
Class photographs and individual pic
tures seem very important at graduation
time.
If you look over a box of old photo
graphs, you will see at once that a per
son should be photographed in an ex
tremely simple way, with all the photo
grapher’s emphasis on the features and
practically none on one’s clothes. Then,
when the styles change, the likeness will
still be the noticeable part of the picture.
Do not give your photographs away
freely. Beware also of silly snapshots;
you will loathe the sight of them in a year
or two. Don’t be photographed in “two’s”
and “couples.” Friendships change.
A boy, of course, never exhibits a girl’s
picture, even a snapshot, and he never
boasts about having such a picture.
Photographs are either intimate fam
ily treasures or matters of real news value
for newspapers. The average young per
son’s picture has no place in a newspaper.
It is different with the Royal Family and
with the President’s children, but with few
others.
Traveling
The biggest problem connected with
travel is money.
You read delightful accounts of college
lads who go round the world with five dol
lars and a kodak, of girls who walk from
Chicago to California, of students on the
Continent who sleep in the open. If each
were not one in ten thousand, the ac
count would not have been published.
These are not the travelers who must get
to some particular engagement by a very
definite date, the opening of school, the
vacation visit, or college “prom,” and
who must look neat and ship-shape, well-
pressed, and clean when they step off the
train.
The perfect way to travel in safety
and mental comfort is to have stored
carefully away in travelers’ checks the
price of a ticket back home, and in ad
dition, a sum to cover all meals you would
ordinarily eat on the way. Don’t spend
every cent you have on a last theater
ticket, a final sightseeing trip, or another
present for the family. Save out enough
for emergencies on the trip, particularly
for food. Do not think, in happy-go-
lucky style, that you can telegraph home
for money at the last minute. Sometimes
you can’t get the money order cashed;
sometimes the money isn’t at home.
“I Wanted to Be An Actress:—An ab
sorbing autobiography by the greatest
actress of our time, published by Random
House, New York, 361 pp.
The warmth and charm that helped
Katharine Cornell become “The First
Lady of the American Stage” shine
through the pages of her autobiography.
This is the intimate record of her life
and career—her school days in Buffalo,
her early apprenticeship in stock, her no
table successes in a host of plays, her rec
ord-breaking tour of the whole United
States.
Miss Cornell tells of her husband and
Jessie Bonstelle and the others who have
helped to make her career, about the ac
tors she has played with and the parts
she has played. Amusing incidents,
stories of her blunders and mistakes—
stories that bring gay laughter.
Perhaps the most amusing was Miss
Cornell’s account of her stay in the White
House in 1937, when she was presented
the Chi Omega National Sorority’s award
for the outstanding woman’s achievement
of the year. After her delightful account
of their train trip she says:
“A White House equerry met us at
the station, and we were whisked away
in great elegance—an elegance not en
hanced, I must admit, by having Guth
rie’s faithful, travel-worn, break-away
bag burst open on the station platform,
scattering his shirts, ties, and shorts un
der the dignified feet of official Washing
ton.”
Miss Cornell speaks—directly, easily to
you, for this is a story told, not written.
As you listen, if you have the eyes of
recollection, you will keep seeing a face,
a face which changes constantly—the
smiles of Juliet—the eyes of Elizabeth
Barret—. If you have the ears of mem
ory, you will keep hearing a voice, a
voice which will echo forever through the
legend of our theatre . . .
HATS OFF TO:
Mrs. A. C. Huneycutt for the use of
her yard and home in taking senior super
lative pictures.
Sammy Andrew for his typing record,
71 words a minute with four mistakes for
fifteen minutes.
The Parent-Teacher Association for tak
ing as its objective for next year buying
robes for the mixed chorus group.
Betsy Ivey, Carolyn Stone, and Vir
ginia Stone for a grand job on ads for
this Senior issue.
Margaret Ridenhour, Lucille Palmer,
and Sammy Andrew for their initiation
into the National Honor Society.
The Girls’ Tennis Team for winning the
championship of the South Piedmont Con
ference for the second consecutive year.
Career Men and Women - Yea h/ But What
Careers They Have Chosen For Th
lemselves!
Albemarle, N. C., June 3, 1940
Among this year’s graduates are some
26 students who will continue their school
work in college, 4 listed for nursing, and
others interested in various fields.
Colleges in v/hich they plan to enroll
are: William and Mary, Duke, Wake For
est, University of North Carolina, Win-
throp, Georgia Tech, State, Appalachian,
Catawba, Lenoir Rhyne, W. C. U. N. C.,
and Oak Ridge.
Some 10 or 12 graduates are planning
to take a business course at King’s or
Guyer’s Business College in Charlotte.
One is to study music at Texas College.
Two wish to be interior decorators and
some 30 hope to take up various positions
after graduation. Quite a number are
still undecided what they will do.
Some students when asked what they
planned to do gave very clever answers.
Robert Tucker—I am going to work for
my father in his wholesale business by
day and date by night.
J. P. Mauldin—Undecided until Helen
finishes school.
Coral Coble—Pm going to be a travel
ing salesman “South of the Border.”
Monford Fesperman—If I am not a
target in Germany, I will work in a
hosiery mill.
^ Lydia Bowers—Since my debut in
Mama’s Baby Boy” failed to catch the
eye of the beauty lovers in Hollywood I
have finally decided to spend my coming
years to further the interest of the in
terior decorations of chicken coops and
hog pens.
Bill Helms—“Nobody knows.”
Hurl Almond—
Play while the sun shines.
Court when the moon shines.
And work when I have to.
Bob Lipe—We are moving to the farm
so I guess I’ll have to start a diary on a
chicken farm.
At last we know dear spring is here
And this is how we tell:
The girls all go with piled up bait,
But gosh! It looks like ,
Hot weather has arrived at last
And this will be my text.
The gals have left their stockings
What will they take off next?
Senior’s Lament
I think that there will never be
Another senior dumb as me.
A guy who tries from day to day
To cut his work in every way.
I wish that one true fact Ld learned
For every cigarette I’ve burned;
But after all it’s not so bad.
For look at all the fun I’ve had.
Boys
Graduation time has come
And this is what I hate:
My working hours are longer now—
They’ve stretched from five to eight,
Girls
The time has come to leave this sclii
I’m out and free again;
To heck with working any more
I’m out to get a man.
^ ^ ^
Student: My radio plays lots bet
since you fixed it, Mr. Hatley. I tun
it on the other night and got Bolivia.!
Mr. Hatley: That’s nothing! I opei
the window the other night and got Chi
Oscar Speight, a small, red-heai
freshman, was absent from school fort
days. When a friend asked him why
had been out so long his answer was:
“Well, it’s like this. It’s been a g(
while since I got a haircut, so 1 had
stay out and get one.”
Miss Caughman learned several i
facts when going over her eighth gc
test papers, but the most interesting |
one little girl’s answer to the quest
“How can they play football in Pasedi
Calif., on New Year’s eve, if it ^
here?”
The answer was, “By moonlight.
There was a ‘boss’ race in ‘the l>
the other evening. Jockey Phenie^
boss Creel galloped in neck and neckn
across the old finish line with Jockey
rie and boss Keith coming in second^
Jockey Sarah and boss Bill coming iu
Yes, the three couples staged a P'S
back’ race the other night that w(
make Gallahadion and Seabiscuit leW
shame.
The hottest affair in these hi^
and it’s a trio at that!! The members
Master Denning, Miss Bobbie Mone"
Master Oron Rogers. Miss Moriow'^
tell which “she” care for the mo> ^
says all thre parked (Bobbie, what
mother say?) in Forest Hills the o
night. Tsk! Tsk! This younger I
eration!
Careful there how you hand out
had b'
you are driving a car, you
hold out a piece of wood or so®
to signal a turn. Buck MabiJ
through town and held out his
ha®l
a right turn. Suddenly all
Albemarle running for polities ^
shook his hand before he could
back into the car.
Believe it or not, but Mr. G'|
actually turned janitor. The o
during the early hours of the sc
Mr. Gibson was propelling the la'
er while Hailey was sitting in 1 ^
but don’t get the wrong impi'®'’‘
it was a power lawn moweu