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THE POINTER
Monday, March 3, 1947
Hum-m
BEEN SEEING RED?
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Bright (and we mean that liter
ally) on the Pointer’s personality
parade this month are two of H.
P. H. S. best known carrot-tops....
....red-heads, that is.
Attention! Catcher No. 1 is soph
omore Mary Lee Church. Mary
Lee spent the first ten of her six
teen years partly in Indiana, her
birthplace, and partly in Califoria,
where she lived next door to some
remote character called Shirley
Temple. But, despairing of such
a dull life, her parents decided to
move to a more exciting place....
....High Point.
Now, Mary Lee is a fairly typ
ical teen-ager. Big favorites are
French fries and the color green.
Ambitions are to have a green or
chid and to be a Parisian fashion
designer. Her first driving exper
ience resulted in $B0 damage to the
family car, but Mary Lee says her
biggest scare came when she was
informed that her heart and ap
pendix were on the wrong side.
She still wondens about that.
When David Lambert was in
formed of his potential publicity,
his complexion slowly turned the
color of his hair; but, after'a little
persuasion, he gave forth these
vital statistics.
David spent his first two high
school years at Georgia Military
Academy, where he built up quite
a knowledge of chemistry. His am
bition is to become a chemical en
gineer. He is a tennis fan, but in
addition, practices photography
a little on his own. Biggest inter-
•ests are football, broiled steaks,
and Sarah Shaw.
CLIPPED
SLIPS
On a recent examination paper
appeared the following statement
“Drake was an explorer, who ex
plored while Queen Elizabeth sat
on a thorn.”
(The things these poor queens
have to go through.)
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Aspen: A patent medicine for
the headache.)
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A woman, commonly known by
friends as frequently using 50 cal
iber words, described a huge ball
room which was brilliantly deco
rated. She elaborated, “Oh, I
walked in and saw all those confed
erates hanging the ceiling; the
way they dangled just took my
breath away. Then at the stroke
of twelve they all came tumbling
down.” All rebels will agree
upon the dazzling effect the “grey
men” possessed. Although I pre
fer mine on good old terra firma.
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“Crying is a madiciple partify-
ing Baby.”
(Lardon my Panguage.)
Just to show what a twist of
the tongue can do to an English
statement.
• The play adaptation of “Jane
Eyre” selected by the junior class
is a faithful and authentic ver
sion of the book that is beloved
by millions . . . who are waiting
to see it.
I Wish
I Wish
I Wish
Hiya moonbeams:
Latch on to these strictly super
things that everyone’s drolling
about, but def! Life would be sim
ply heavenly if I just had :
A Cadillac with a T-model horn
—^Thurman MacKenzie.
A will, giving ^ Latin back to
Caesar.—Becky Wall.
Something to eat.—Boyd Chap
man.
A diploma from H. P. H. S.—
Donree Garner.
A key to open the door for Rich
ard.—Bill Shelton.
The talent to be a Spanish danc
er.—Nancy Perryman.
Nothing else, I’m perfectly sat
isfied!—Ralston Welch.
Another fine time like last sum
mer.—Lamarie McArthur.
A blonde and a book of Chinese
on a rainy night—Dewey Greer.
Diamond ring like that of Helen
Dallas.—Suzanne Slate.
The ability to be the first wom
an president.—Mardelle Snipes.
A pretty girl on a South Sea
island with me.—Raeford Hawkes.
The experience of waking up on
Saturday, thinking it’s a school
day.—Barbara George.
Money, woman, or “something”
like that.—Robert Shackelford.
Red hair.—Sarah Shaw.
A penny—^Sea Scouts.
Student
Opinion Poll
Question; What do you like best
about H. P. H. S.?
Carolyn 'Voncanon — My trig
class. I like to unjumble numbers.
Ruth Campbell—Pulling apart
starfish in biog.
Jim Harris—Just things, espe
cially that ringin’ bell.
Betty Patterson—Being sched
uled out at noon.
Imogene Haney—Ah . . . only 14
more weeks left!
Irving Silver—Short homeroom
periods. Why ? Lunch is next.
Eleanor Beeson—Pecking those
keys in typing.
Tommy Garst—The wrestling
team.
Betty Young—Just music in gen
eral.
Jud Ruth—Girls, I reckon.
Dolly Hedgecock —Everything’s
always on time.
Ann Hoots—Prom time.
' Ann Grisett—People are so nice
to me.
Donald Martin — Good-looking
gals.
Ray Bryant—^Band and French
(horns). ,
“Jane Eyre” has enjoyed an in
creasing popularity ever since it
was published seventy-five years
ago and since that time the novel
has been printed by thirty-seven
publishers in three editions or
more, each edition compromising
26,000 copies or more.
The Mysteries Of The Dying Man
A man lay upon his death
bed. The scars of the torture of a
preying thought were upon his
face. All through the night he
had tossed and laid still in his bed.
His weeping wife, sitting on a box
of T. N. T., was ready to explode.
'The doctor, having had much dif
ficulty in getting his row boat
across the sea of traffic in the
streets, had just arrived. He was
examining the patient with an
opera glass. He didn’t know what
was ailing the man.
“He’s dying,” he said.
“■What’s the matter with him?”
asked the wife.
“He’s dying.”
The fuse was growing shorteb.
“What’s causing him to die?”
The answer came from the dy
ing man himself. With his last
pound of strength he said very
tragically with tears in his voice.
“It’s driving me crazy. Richard
won’t open the door.”
Joe And I
The breeze was cool and wel
come to me as I briskly skipped
towards the girls standing near
the door of my dear old alma
mater. The girls were huddled
closely together, buzzing and
laughing, I suppose, over the pre
vious night.
Enviously I approached them.
Why, I asked myself, must I al
ways have a burden on my heart
and shoulders? 'Why couldn’t I too
be gay-hearted and fancy-free. Oh,
well, anyway this morning I would
be the “big cheese” of the group.
Janice, Joe’s girl, turned as I
burst breathlessly into the huddle.
“Why, Katie,” she bubbled, “where
on earth have you been all morn
ing? You’ve practically missed our
regular morning ‘gab fab’.”
Then she jokingly pretended to
spank me for being so naughty.
In an instant, I reached out to
grab her hand.
Janice gasped, “Ka-a-tie! What
is that?”
I smiled down at the glittering
solitaire on my third finger, left
hand. Then I smiled at Janice and
blinked away the few tears hid
ing beneath my lashes. “Dick gave
it to me last night.”
The girls swarmed around me
like bees around a hive. “Katie,
it’s sensational! ! !.—“Honey, how
wonderful !”-..“It must be at least
a caret!”-..“Oh, Kate, I’m so hap
py for you!”
Happy, huh? Ha, ha! Why sure,
I was happy too. So happy that I
cried my heart out all night. Fun
ny now that since daylight I had
felt better about last night.
Last night was a night for ro
mance. I was glad Dick had pick
ed a night like that. The air had
been warm and balmy, yet fresh
as spring nights are. A full moon
had shown through the mimosa
branches as the swing creaked on
its hinges. And Dick, my hand
some Dick, smelled of ‘Old Spice’
smiled down at me.
Dick and I understood each oth
er. We always had, and I knew
what he meant as he whispered
softly, seriously, maturely to'me,
“Katie, we’re good for each other.
Together w'e could build a fine
wholesome life; while alone, we
have weaknesses but together we
could overcome them. Katie, I m
asking you to marry me.
Janice brought me back to real
ity then with, “Kit Kat, you and
Dick have so much in common.
Good luck!” Yes,we will have good
luck, I know that now. And in the
end, I know that I’ll be glad my
old dream and secret planning
didn’t come true. Yes, I know that
I’ll be glad it’s Dick and I, instead
of Janice and Dick, Joe and I.
“Jane Eyre’s” popularity has not
waned with the passing of the
years, and every year sees a le
gion of new readers added to the
record breaking list. This may be
easily understood, for it has been
called the greatest dramatic love
story of the century.
Yea, Maggie
Have You “C” Appeal
HIGH POINT HIGH SCHOOL
HIGH POINT. N. C.
THE POINTER
Editor-in-chief -Betty Jo Rinp
Managino Editor-Boscoe Lindsay
Associate Editors Audrey Smith
Dick Davenport
News Editor Joyce Linthicum
Sports Editor Russell Blackburn
Asst. Sports Editor—Pat Mellonas
Feature Editor Nancy Greer
Assistants Helen
Herman Coble
Staff Photographer Ted Hodge
Reporters: Bobbie Myers, Maizie
Strickland. Marilyn Robinette,
Rodney Borum, June Smith, Bar
bara Smart.^ ____
Business Manager—Peggy Davis
Circulation Manager__Ellen Russell
Advertising Manager—Dons Nance
Assistants Barbara Lowe
Betty Jo Harris Gladys Linthicum
’ imogehe Haney
General Adviser
Miss Muriel Bulwinkle
Business Adviser
Miss Madeline Brooks
Whafs
In A
Shoe
I guess maybe it’s just charac
teristic of my family to walk with
our heads bowed (don’t ask me
why — but I did have an uncle
who got run over because of it).
It just seems' that everywhere I
look I see feet, shoes!
Big feet, little feet, flat feet,
and almost all of them are in
shoes.
There’s the Dutch or f’rench
sabot, the North American Indian
moccasin, the Philippine chinela,
the Chinese and Roman sandal,
and the Turkish slipper. But
there’s something about it—you
can’t get away from the “good
old” American “work shoe”!
■With its thin soles and its bulg
ing sides and its utter simplicity,
it sorta makes you think it’s look
ing at you and saying, “How goes
it. Chum?’’ 'When this happens,
you just can’t help thinking how
this applies to our own lives and
what sincerity and simplicity
would do for some of us.
As in shoes, as well as in us as
human beings, it’s the “sole” that
counts.
JUST THINGS
Things that we cling, mysteries
untold
Guarded in our memories as treas
ured gold:
A glance, a sigh, from someone
sweet.
The corner drugstore where we
used to meet,
A football stub from last year’s
game.
The little squirrel you tried to
tame.
Those apples you borrowed from
someone’s tree.
The day you fell and hurt your
knee.
The songs we sat and sang at
night.
The wondrous enchantment of
candleweight.
The last year we spent in senior
high.
The way we cried when we said
goodby.
These are the things I’ll never
forget
For in my memory they are living
yet.
Margaret 'Washbum states with
fervor that “things have reached
a limit.” 'When she found herself
suddenly surrounded by empty
seats after candle-bearers had car
ried off her chosen friends in an
Honor Society induction, Mag
didn’t complain. Sitting alone dur
ing a Masque and Gavel installa
tions didn’t faze her.
The climax came, however, when
the Reverend Paul Tudor Jones,
congratulating scholarly “Baby
Betas”, turned to the student body
and sternly challenged—“Any one
of you can make the Beta Club.”
That did it!
According to this hep cheerlead
er, burning too much midnight oil
’ is necessary in order to rate any
of the school societies. She has
decided that the one sure way to
get into an honor organization is
to form One herself, and this she
has done. Entrance qualifications
are rigid—marks above “C” are
out of the question.
Anyone who has decided just
what is to be his life’s vocation is
also exempt. No one above the
middle third of his class will be
admitted and special privileges will
be given to those in the lowest
third. Under no circumstances will
any person or persons who show
the slightest trace of genius be
admitted. Mr. Rhode was consid
ered as a possible sponsor but was
eliminated because of his superior
mentality.
Mag can be reached for further
information any afternoon after
3:30 in 311.
Chomp
Juicy Fruit
Chomp
The “femmes fatales” (female
population in other words) who
manage to wangle a bid to that
simply wonderful (and dry, too)
Demolay hop can thank the indus
trious Key Club members for the
beautiful corsages of roses, gar
denias, orchids, and chrysanthem-
m-mums which were scattered
over the dance :^oor. That orchid
epidemic was so very fine.
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Snow—how we love it! Tower 2
after the downfall was quite a live
ly place. -411 the snow balls weren’t
confined to the beautiful out-of-
doors either! Oh, well, we’re sorry,
but maybe the budget can afford
two broken window panes once a
year!
Which Are You?
BORE OR SMOOTH GUY
Listen folks, friendly, gracious
manners are tested in the lime
light of public places.
So remember when you and
your date take in the new mystery
at the Center that imless an usher
is present the boy precedes the
girl. But in leaving, the girl al
ways precedes her escort up the
aisle.
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Naturally, fellows, you’re bring
ing your girl to see “Jane,Eyre”.
Do you know it’s bad manners to
clap loudly and whistle? Don’t
talk or eat during the perfor
mance. And above all, please don’t
come late, rattle programs, and
then leave early! This might sorta
rattle the actors! !
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Now comes the Prom that’ll
soon be coming along. It is cus
tomary for the girl’s escort to
dance the first and last dance and
at least one or two others with
her. For a successful evening, add
a dash of light conversation, a,
happy smile, and the air of hav
ing a perfectly marvelous time.
Did Someone Mention ZeeKoe
“If you had a zeekoe what would
you do?” This question was lately
asked several apparently intelli-
gerit students at High Point High.
“Apaprently” is used in good taste.
Anyone who doesn’t know what a
zeekoe is surely in a bad fix.
Harry Hall, Esq.—Sell it.
Kenenth Brown—Tie it in the
back yard.
Sherman Starnes — Send him
back to Georgia.
Mr. "Whitesell—Go crazy .
Eddy Tinsley—Smoke it.
Edna Earle Bates—Drive it to-
Oak Ridge.
Don Spenser—Eat it.
Dick Thompson—Run.
Betty Ann Rankin—Drive it.
Miss McKenzie—I refuse to be
quoted.
Scotty Cook—^Throw it away.
Barbara Lowe—^Take it shop-
Ping. ,
Boscoe Lindsay—Go to it for ■
medical treatment.
The true meaning was found,
after careful and extensive obser
vation, to be a hippopotamus.