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Page Two THE POINTER Friday, Marcch 14, 1947 Jo Jo Jolly Jumps WANT ADS Hatcheck Charlies Chuckles Maybe it’s an early sign of spring or something! Anyhow things in general seem lately to be a bit mixed up and—well—just vaguely out of the ordinary. I first noticed this upon enter ing my morning choir class when I found Mr. Sam Taylor, clad in a fetching little red cap and blue jeans and looking like a little boy fresh from grammar school, and Mr. Serposs busily engaged in the digrnified task of blowing up bal loons and tying strings around their ends. (Just giving Miss Frank a hand in getting the deco rations up for the orchestra’s Fri day night dance.) Then, after lunch as I trusting ly walked into tower three, where the general after-lunch congrega tion meets, I was practically kicked on the shins by a collection of legs, all waving in the same direction. I stayed just long enough to find out that the legs belonged to a group of girls lined up and illustrating their dance routine for the approaching “Fol lies of 1947’’. But, after all’s said and done, I guess the first inescapable sign that spring can’t be far off came when T. C. Isom made an entrance the other night, sporting a dandy new spring hair-cut. HODGE A blinding glare . . . the gasp of a victim . . . and our favorite man of action, Ted Hodge, has snapped another candid shot. The loping figure of this photo graphic genius, weighted down with camera, bulbs, and other paraphernalia, is a familiar sight at any scene of activity. Ted’s unfailing ability to cover news has acquired for him the appropriate tag—“Johnny on the spot.’’ T. Ian’s fame is not limited to the high school alone. 'Hie fre quent pleas from outside sources keep the phone in Mrs. Jackson’s office continually buzzing. Most of Ted’s time, however, is taken up with supplying the Pemican and the Pointer with shots “on the double, plu-lezz!’’ (Editors are so understanding!) HD BITS We really make them clever here at senior high. During a recent biology movie one boy was ob served to be practically writing his head off in an effort to capture all possible information. As the lights came on, he' looked proudly down at his paper, then at his pencil, and back at the paper again. Oh, no, not that! He could have, vowed that when he had started writing, there was lead in thkt pencil. “Is this your stomach?" in quired Miss Cox in a dissecting class. “Why, no, ma’am,” replied Dot K. “It’s the crayfish’s.” Congratulations! Some one ac tually reads the Pointer and takes in all the news. Proof of this? Well, Norman Schwartz inquired of Mary Lee Church if her heart and appendix were really on the wrong side (as the paper indicated). If so, then did she sit on her brains? Shuter Bug PODGE Student Opinion Poll After asking several unusual questions in past weeks, the in quiring reporter now asks the oft repeated and habitual, “How are you?” “Seaweed” Saunders: “Oh, I’m here.” Don Spencer: “Just fine — I guess.” Jeanne Walton: “Fine, how’re you?” Mr. Rohde: “Can’t complain too much or not enough. I don’t know which.” Ida Ruth Jones: “Crazy but happy, I reckon.” * “Seemore” (evading question): “Hey, honey!” Ted Hodge: “Barely dragging along.” Dot Kendall: “Feel like I’ve got the whooping cough.” Miss Frank (after orchestra clinic): “I feel wonderful today!” Don Huber: “Doin’ the best I can.” Maxine Farlow: “How am I? I don’t know. Let me think.” Wilma Leonard: “Feeling no pain.” George Freeman: “Fine, honey.” Rodger Hedrick: “I’m all right, but I don’t know anything.” Nancy Cauble: “I’m fre-e-e-z-e- ing!” Mrs: Jackson: “I’m not worth killing” (after arriving from Wash ington on the 3 a. m. train). Ralston Welch: “Living, living. Why?” Eddie White: “Feel fine. I’ll do, I gfuess.” Ray Hayworth: “Just fine, thanks.” ’ ir Iv ' 1^ GUESSWHO? HELP WANTED: Five males to escort five females to the jun ior-senior prom. Applicants phone 3662, 48436. 8393, 44218 and 4218. LOST: Numerous lines from jun ior play script. If found— Thank goodness! FOUND: One female in vicinity of Jeff’s drug store . . . short of statue, with sparkling eyes, crinkled nose and quick temper. Answers to the name of Dot. Apply to Dwight Carroll. STOLEN: A carefree heart from a certain Ruth S. during Feb ruary. Last seen in the com pany of Darrell Stanley near 7 WANTED: Four dozen roses to be given to A. M.—^T. T. and to H. Z.—K. 0. for their two-year anniversaries. Congrats, kids! NEEDED: Two mathematical geniuses to complete geometery coume for Kat Hester and Mag Washburn. LOST: One Kisser Blackburn, de scribed as tall, lean and lanky. Last seen in the Pointer office. Strongly suspected of being ground up in the pencil sharp ener. NEEDED: A diamond-studded gold key for Richard. That door still won’t open. ALLEN SMITH PAGES JUNIORS FOR GLASS TITLE Coach Homer McCoy’s juniors, paced by Allan Smith, turned back Coach Ishee’s sophomores, 41-29 for the class title. Dewey Peck with 13 points and W. B. “Wheat” Miller paced the sophs, who found their upperclasmen a little too potent. The “rookies” haven’t been able to nose out the juniors in any of their numerous encounters during the season. Several times, how ever, the sophs have forced the higher classmen to the limit. Milton Candler, rebound special ist: Bobby Lee, set shot ace; and Curt Freeman, one-hand push shot artist, paced the juniors to a highly successful season. ENGLISH TRAGEDY A fog hung over the little vil lage of London. A bitting wind, sinking its teeth into every passer by, blew in from the river, Thames. The stock market had crashed that day. (The pilot wasn’t in jured.) Mr. Drake walked slowly toward his hovel on Downing Street where, he knew, his Cleo patra and Junior were waiting for him with an apron and dish rag, and a story book. Big Ben struck seven. As Mr. Drake crossed the bridge, he stopped. He stood very still, star ing at the silent water. He leaned over the railing. Suddenly his whole life flashed before him. The water swirled, and—he just stood there on the bridge. HIGH POINT HIGH SCHOOL HIGH POINT, N. C. fHE POINTER Editor-in-chief Betty Jo Ring Managing 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 Heien Rigby 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—Doris Nance Assistants Barbara Lowe Betty Jo Harris Gladys LInthicum Imogens Haney General Adviser Miss Muriel Bulwinkle Business Adviser Miss Madeline Brooks Now we know whom to get to stage lively dances. Miss Frank made a wonderful success of the. orchestra clinic hop. Those grand marches were actually fun! » »*♦*»*« Hey fellers! Only four weeks ’til the prom. (Subtle, reminder.) * ******* A few mighty seniors we know are having quite a time showing awed sophomores the ropes. * **'***** “Susie” really gets around these days and the Oak Ridge bellhops aren’t complaining! if The cheerleaders live up to their name even when serving at ban quets. Never a dull moment (so the speakers found!) 'Was that the ring of the cash register dur ing the invocation or Rosalie gulping down another popsicle? * ******* Darby’s mailman is a busy man- You’ve got him, gal, and we don’t mean the mailman. Nazz Auman, Ed White, and Jimmie Kent are the current rov ing Casanovas. Ed isn’t roving much, though, is he, Ida Ruth? * ******* Collie doge are definitely not Mr. Prior’s favorite or maybe he’a just more interested in civics dur ing his first period class. ♦ •**••*♦ Advice to the gullible . . . Don’t waste any five minutes listening to the trials and tribulations of “Out-bored Motor.” Romance On The Bog WHIFFS SNIFFS LISPS Is it Madge’s accent or just a pet saying when ehe asks for a “peon-cil?” . . . Why does “Sea weed” always ask for something the store doesn’t have? (The $64 question!) . . . Another! Why does Bobbie always light up when a certain person comes to the store from Mr. Rohde’s first period class? Huh? . . . Too bad, Helen, that you aren’t collecting yellow attendance slips any more. It’s tough luck not to get a chance to peep into 301. Now we’ll miss the gleam in her eye as she passes the store . . . One might think that the store is a food center by the, way people come asking for ice cream, squash sandwiches, can dy and other stuff! . . . Anyhow, if you’re not up with the latest, just drop by the store and find out. PO’ ME Teachers, teachers wherever I looks Trying to git me learned from 'books. Oh, how I do most deperately hate Those licks I git fer being late. They make me mind THEIR gold en rule ' And if’n I didn’t, stay after school. I hafta know things I don't need Then git called a hick hayseed Yes, I'd be just plumb glad If I could fergit each’n I had. COMICS Of all the things I’ve ever heard That comics are funny is most absurd. I’ve read those “jokes” from front to back And found them most gruesome. That’s a fact. Still I know I’d laugh if only some one Would but show me, where is the fun. A half moon hung over an Irish bog, casting a romantic ' atmos phere over the expanse of ipuddy circle, and the muddy circle at that moment was serving an excellent purpose. To complete the scecne of love, a young Irishman was car rying in his strong arms his femi nine companion across the bog. Her dainty feet dangled in the March wind, and her soft brown eyes surveyed him with approval- Her arm was thro'wn about his neck. Then he felt her smooth pink skin brush gently against his cheek. Her dainty nostrils gave forth her scented breath upon his ear, and her perfume intoxicated him. Passionat^y her thin lips met his in the starlight. 'With love-lit gaze the young Irishman chuckled softly in the darkness, as he whispered tenderly in her shell-like ear, “Oh, Colleen, you’re the most affectionate little pig in Ireland.” "On the Beam” To Be Presented On March 21 “On the Beam” with Glenn Mor ris will be presented by the Stu dent Council on March 21, 1947. This program, which has been given more than 4,000 times is an outstanding demonstration of avia tion’s blind flying by use of the latest electrical equipment. Mr. Morris will also perfonn nu merous startling magical stunts which he explains by the use of practical science. The price will be 25 cents. BLACKIE I am a little boy. My name is Jackie, I have a little dog. His name is Blackie. Blackie and his brother Are alike exactly, ’Cept 'White is 'Whitey and Black is Blackie. Do You Remember? The bond rallies during the war and the item auctioneer Bronson Matntey sold at one of them year before last? . . . The times Miss Connell (Mrs. Briggs) had last year with room 210 at Junior High and Miss Nash’s conduct slips? . . . Those “swell” times at the City Lake? (Ah, Summer!) The day President Roosevelt died? When Pete Armstrong was pres ident of Junior High? . . . When Richard Crowder danced with Mrs. Shaw at last year’s frosh-soph prom? . . . When “Corny” Hodgins went with Boscoe in the eighth grade? . . . The time Peggy Lay- ton pulled a false faint in Mr. Holmes’ civics class one after noon ? . . . 'When Tony Tewhy went with Ruth Highfill ? . .. Mary Lou Culler? IVhen Broaddus Leonard, Bill 'Currie, Jack Dillard, Jim Bulla, and other “big-wheels” of former days roamed the halls of HPHS? . . . When High Point High had male cheerleaders ? . . . The “swell shindig” the Key Club had at Guilford Battleground last spring? . . . “Nonie” and Myrtle Beach? . . . ALL the boys dressed in “tucks” at the Alpha Sigma hop a couple of years ago? Rare right! . . . Mr. Barry Morris? . . . Last year’s junior play ? . . . Those jolly rides in Ref’s T-Model and the dashes to lunch in Heywood’s’s “Silver Streak.”
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