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THE POINTER
Wednesday, November 29, 1939
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THE POINTER
OF HIGH POINT SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL
High Point, N. C.
STAFF
Editor-in-Chief Grady Morgan
Asso. EMitors Mavis Walker, Marie Snider, Irene Meekins
News Editor - Gene Thacker
Sports Editor ...“Bus” Overcash
Asst. Sports Editor Bill Currie
Exchange Editor ...Mildred Allen
Art Editor _... Gilbert Southern
Business Managers Betty Warner, Julie Marsh
Circulation Manager N. L. Garner
REPORTERS
R. Conrad, G. Griffin, A. Hayes, J. Terry, L. Whitt, D. Smith,
E. Welborn, G. Ilderton, B. Hall, G. Southern. B. Quigley,
C. Edwards, F. Taylor, M. Mellas, B. Currie, J. Marsh, B.
Warner, N. L. Garner, R. Bennett, T. Homey, J. Kennedy
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WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1939
THANKSGIVING
Tomorrow we celebrate Thanksgiving, a day set aside
to give thanks to God for all material and spiritual gifts
that he has lavished upon us.
Tomorrow we, as individuals, will thank him—for
what? Eor home and food, for people whom we love and
who love us, for the thing within ourselves that gives us
happiness.
Tomorrow w'e, as Americans give thanks—for what? |
For living in a country where one can wmrship his God as
he pleases, where one has freedom of speech and of the
press, where one has no fear of having his life upset by a
corrupted government, w'here M'omen and children and old
men can walk along the streets without fear of being torn
to shreds by bombs, M'here on every street one does not
find a bomb-proof cellar, or gas masks on sale at drug
stores.
Tomorrow we, as people of the human race, as members
of an international brotherhood, give thanks—for what?
For congenial friendships we find among ourselves, for
mutual love of beauty, country, and everything fine and
lovely.
We are all alike, red men, white men, black, yellow,
and brown men. Tomorrow we give thanks for things that
have made us happy in our strange and different modes of
living.
Tomorrow we give thanks and yet utter prayers. May
God hear and grant us as individuals, usefulness; as Amer
icans, a nation still free and a shining symbol of democracy
to the world; as members of the human race, peace and
forever the abolition of hate! —S. I. M.
It’s a million dollars in libel,
but it’s two million dollars
worth of fun so here we go
again—
The theater was quite the
popular place last Monday when
a census was taken of Overcash’s
ex-flames. Only six out of twen
ty-five were present. Bad per
centage Buss.
Donna Faye Watson is certain
ly getting around. Nice spot, the
Paramount. Eh, Donna ?
We wonder how many pupils
know what Jackie Kennedy’s
full name is. It’s Theresa Jessa
mine Jacquelyne Kennedy.
Whew!!!
Say, what are all these girls
gonna do when basketball sea
son starts and the boys have to
practice day and night. Spend
“Blue Evenings?”
Time out—while we find out
what the soph girls think of at
H. P. H. S.
“Guess what! Thurman Homey
actually spoke to me.”
“I wish Brantley Hucks didn’t
have a girl.” (So do we)
“Boy, isn’t .‘Pip” Speas good
at intercepting passes (Not on
ly in football)
“Golly, we have study with
Jack Hussey.”
“I wish Clif Furgerson would
speak to me.” (Slow down sophs
you have plenty of time)
Saaaay, isn’t Jo Ingram beat
ing Lib Lindsay’s time with
“Face.” What’s the difference,
when there’s a tall handsome
junior waiting for Lib with open
arms.
Aren’t you envious of; Mai-y
Anne Thomas’ hair; Gloria’s
popularity with the football
team; Julie Marsh’s eyes; Betty
Warner’s personality; Jackie
Kennedy’s clothes, and brother,
the way she wears them; Gene
Thacker’s come hither look while
writing for the POINTER. Bud
Kivett’s and Jack Hussey’s irres-
istability; Bill Currie’s use of the
English language while writing
his article for the POINTER;
Herb Speas’ lisping; Jack Pres
ton’s personality; Grady Mor
gan’s nervous energy; Carl Jus
tice’s way with the women; and
of the fortunate people who hit
the lunch line first.
WELL DONE, BISON
DEDICATED TO THE BISON
We’re proud of ’em. Everyone
of the Black Bison played the
kind of game we like to see last
Friday night. We admire their
good, clean playing and their
refusal to give up in the face of
defeat.
High Point has been put
definitely on the football map
and we believe this year’s suc
cess is only a fore-taste of that
We know that we owe most
of the fine playing that’s been
which is to come.
done to our coaches. We hear
that one daily paper in the state
has nominated them as the two
best high school coaches in the
state. We would like to add the
“Pointer’s” second to this nom
ination. To them and to every
Bison we say, “Well done!”
The members of the staff dedi
cate this issue of the POINTER
to the Bison football squad not
fr their win and loss percentage
but for the way they represented
the colors they wore.
Thanksgivingf Prayer
Amidst the turmoil of this way
ward world.
Amidst the strife and fight of
toiling man,
We thank Thee, God, that we
may seek this Light
Of thine, which was before the
world began.
Within our lives, oh may we hear
Thy call
For Brotherhood to bring the
Dawning Day;
Without our private realms oh
may we bring
Thy Light a little nearer on the
way.
Oh, may we live Thy Brotherhood
at home.
Within our hearts make carnal
struggles cease.
And in the midst of this Thanks
giving Day i
Lift tear-filled eyes and thank
Thee for Thy Peace.
—Rachel Conrad
WISHING
I’ve often wished that I could be
A star upon the screen;
I’ve wished to be a queen.
I’d like to be an authoress
And win a lot of fame
And in Chicago’s ‘‘Who’s Who”
book
I’d like to see my name.
But when the rain comes pouring
down
My aspirations wane;
All I ask is to be the girl
Whose curls stay up in the rain.
The football season is ended.
And our Bison have surely done
well;
It’s tough to lose the final game—
It’s not because they didn’t play
swell.
Several times they outplayed
their opponents
And had to go down in defeat;
Because “Lady Luck” was against
them,
And such competition as hers
they can’t meet.
Many times the odds were against
them—
Had to play much heavier squads,
And demonstrated fine coaching,
By winning against such odds.
Each man on the team is a
thoroughbred.
Always gentlemanly—never rude,
And the way they’d fight those
heavier teams
Proved their “intestinal fortitude.”
“When the final scorer comes
To write against your name,
It isn’t what you’ve won or lost,
But how you played the game.”
—By Vi'. H. Currie
A PRAYER
ALUMNI NOTES
Dear heaven, I wish you’d get
this straight,
I know I asked you for a date
For Saturday, but what I meant
Was ANYONE but the guy you
sent!
Margaret Hauser, who gradu
ated from High Point high school
in 1925, now writes a series of
connected short stories entitled
“Boy Dates Girl” for the “Scho
lastic’’ magazine. She writes un
der the pseudonym “Gay Head,”
and her stories are very popular
with readers of this magazine.
All of the “Boy Dates Girl”
stories of 1938 and 1939 have
been collected into a single volume
and are now being sold.
Harris Jarrell, brother of Ho
ward and Harold Jarrell, twins
of the sophomore class, graduated
with the class of ’31. While in
high school he opened the City
Shoe Shop, which he still oper
ates. He attended High Point Col
lege and later graduated from
Harvard Law School. At the pre
sent time he is practising law in
High Point and is recognized both
for his interest in civic affairs
and business enterprises.
Mrs. Delphine Holder Lynne,
who with Walter Turrentine, com
posed our school song, is a gradu
ate of the class of 1920. She is
looking forward to next year when
her 13 year old daughter, Bar
bara Lynne will be a sophomore
here.
As a student here, Mrs. Lynne
was interested in music, especial
ly orchestra and glee club. She is
now a teacher of ’cello at her
residence in High Point.
^SOPHS
ODE TO RAIN
Little drops of water
Faling with a thud.
Takes the dusty landscape
And turns it into mud.
Furry angora looks cute on gals
-4s they trip merrily to dances.
But, mercy me, the damage done
To boy’s best coat n’ pantses!
Teacher (to noisy class) : “I’ve
told you twenty times to keep
quiet. Now don’t let me have to
tell you a second time!”
LIMERICKS
There is a fine gridder named
Hlucks,
All opposing tacklers he ducks;
And for dear High Point High
He would sprout wings and fly.
And slither thrugh mud and
through muck.
Jack Hussey’s so husky and
strong,
His punting sure pleases the
throng.
He catches long passes—
As well as the lassies—
We know that he’ll ne’er “get
the gong.”
SCIENCE DEPARTMENT
Last week was a hectic week if
you ask the science teachers. Miss
McCain is on the warpath for the
horrible beast who killed her pet
woodpecker . . . Mr. Baldwin is
still laughing about the quinine
he put in the ice-cubs. What a
bad taste.... Mrs. Shaw is dril
ling the poor sophomores on
photosynthesis, osmosis, etc....
When the barometer in the phy
sics class fell last week the Bi
son rooters came near fainting ..
Imagine Miss Whitehead and
Mrs. Shaw in wading. Well if
you had been at Jackson Pond you
would have seen them up to their
knees. They claimed they were
collecting clams .... Miss McCain’s
squirrel “Kicked the bucket.” He
didn’t like apples.... Well, we
hope this covers the science
classes.
Well, the sophomores don’t
look as out of place as they used
to. In fact, they have quite a
bit of oomph an’ all.
Helen Craven really is an all
round girl, with her personality
and capability.
Bob Gayle’s musieaal ability
is greatly admired—especially by
the girls.
Belle Glover can draw plenty
swell, and Belle isn’t half bad
herself.
John MacFarland really knows
all the answers even if he is
officially christened the “Scar
let Fox.”
There’s jitterbuggin’, rugcuttin’
Juanita Love, too, whose voice
always takes the prize.
F’ristance Eleanor Younts, who
has cute eyes and knows how to
use them, is representing the
Sophomores in the Student Coun
cil as is Harold Haworth.
Wade Hampton is a killer-dil-
ler. He’s eligible too. girls. Or
is he ?
We all admire Frances Copp-
ridge’s personality and wit, and
we think the blonde bombshell
Anita Burton is too, too cute.
People are beginning to won
der if Glen Loflin is trying to
make the world brighter with
his red pants.
Jack Winders, Arnold Barnes,
and a few fellows have got the
pur-r-tiest eyes.
We want to mention Arnold
Metcalf because he might get con
ceited, but we do want to know
if his mother rolls his hair up
at night.
By the way that little sopho
more Lois Welborn is plenty
good, but we wonder why the
boys call her “Heart T’hrob.”
Marguerite Murray is the
sophomore class glamour girl.
Stewart Stone, class prexy,
thinks so too.
Keep up the good work sopho
mores, and we betcha you’ll be
seniors maybe someday, we hope.
Best wishes from the Pointer
staff to Thurman Homey who
suffered a painful knee injury in
the Greensboro affair. May he
soon return to our midst.