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THE POINTER
March 12, 1948
THE POINTER
Edilor’in-Chief Marilyn Robinettk
Managing Editor Paul Hardin
Associate Editor Judson Ruth
News Editors
Don Thurber Jackie Meekins
Sports Editors
Tony Teachey Frank Slaydon
Russell Blackburn
Feature Editors
Betty Jo Hedrick Mazie Stricki and
Assistants
Carolyn Andrews Jo Kimsev
Betty Sue Coltrane June Smith
Headliner Paul Friedman
Photographer Alton Embler
Typists
Doris Stamey Doris Stone
Business Manager . ... Gladys Linthicum
Assistants
Shirley Gallimore Bob Ladehofp
Suzanne Slate Dollie Moser
Hubert McCain Margaret Little
Circulation Manager
Katherine Hester
Assistant
Max Shoaf
Editorial Adviser
Miss Muriel Bulwinki.e
Business Adviser
Mrs. Vera Waiden
LEST WE
FORGET
Straightening np is a job! Al
though it is still a little early for
spring cleaning, the Pointer of
fice was getting a good “going-
over” recently. In a desk drawer
among such things as Boscoe’s
old sweater, a snapshot of “Ref”
and a 1931 baseball picture, a
small card printed in old English
type and mounted on a piece of
red construction paper caught
our attention. It bore the unfa
miliar title “Code of Honor —
Hig/i Point High School.”
Delving for more information
concerning the Code, we found
it printed in the H. P. H. S.
handbook of 1937-38. Whether
or not it had been used before
this year could not be deter
mined. Both origin and the
author are ruiknown.
In order to bring to yon again
a timely pledge that says so
much in so few words, there fol
lows the eode, an editorial in it
self;
Code of Honor
IltGit PorNT I Iron School
As a student of High Point High,
I stand
For Honesty
In all I do and say;
For Industry
In study, work, and play;
For Purity
In spirit, thought, and deed;
For Courage
'I'o meet life’s every need;
For Brotherhood
Of races all combiired
And Love
For God and all mankind
Why Do It?
Sure, we all like to drive. It’s
lots of fun. You get the gang to
gether and head to Stewart’s for
a coke or maybe it’s a duo for a
date. ’Whatever it is, you’re real
ly hep if there’s a car in the pic
ture. But that’s what a lot of peo
ple thought last year, and this
year there are more than ^o,-
ooo of them who won’t be trying
it again.
If you’ve studied science, you
probably r e ni em b er “kinetic
energy.” When an object gets
rolling and gathers enough mo
mentum, it’s got an energy which
is the product of one-half its
mass by the square of its velocity.
Kind of technical, sure, but in
the recent demonstration you
saw for yourself that vou just
can’t fool around with Old Man
Kinetic. He isn’t limited to a
mere fornnda in a textbook or
laboratory experiment — he’s
really got the last word to say
when it comes to stopping an
automobile.
So before you give out an en
graved invitatioti for an accident,
think what you’re doing and
drive carefidly — the life you save
may be your own.
YOU’RE
TELLING
US!
When a side-splitting laugh issues
from anyone, we naturally want to
know the reason. So tell us — WHiat
was the funniest thing you have ever
seen?
Mary Lib Ca,sey: “Our whole 6th
period math class standing in the hall
because Mrs. Sowers had told everyone
not to come to class without his alge
bra.”
Bill McGuinn: “It was just too
funny for words!”
Jeane Walton: “Barbara I’obias
standing on top of the dresser because
of a mouse in her room.”
Jack Petty; “Donald Hooper, punch-
drunk after a rough game witb Dur
ham, eating lemons and talking about
how sweet they were.”
Joan Crowder: “My hair after 1 had
washed it in egg.”
“Ig” Ellington: “Aaron Rice’s e.\-
pression after he was trapped for fifteen
minutes in a self-operating elevator
because he couldn't find the button to
open the door.”
“Butch” Hayworth: “Ray Haywoith
with a mustache — in a dream, that
Perry Keziah:
pocket.”
‘ Phis cartoon in my
Barbara George; “The time I saw
my grandfather in his long red under-
Ronnie Key: “Jim Allen packing
my suitcase.”
We, the Pointer staff, agree that the
funniest things we ever saw were the
costumes worn at the ball on Febru-
arv 27.
Marie Is Dead!
Plash! Marie is dead! Do you remem
ber the ham.ster of 201-A? To the
sorrow of many of the students of
biology, she passed away suddenly on
P'ebruary 19. The cause of the tragedy
as yet remains unknown.
A soft bundle of fur lay huddled in a
tiny bo.x at the home of Donald Brown,
who, because of his half-ownership of
the little hamster, was on that Thurs
day evening responsible for her wel
fare.
When feeding time came, he dis
covered that Marie had joined her late
husband — whom she, alas, had mur
dered two weeks ago.
It seems as though breeding ham
sters in biology lab 201-A just isn’t very
successful. After such a heart-breaking
climax as the deaths of Marie and
Tony, one would naturally think that
Mrs. Williams would give up. But no,
biology students will now be obliged
to transfer their affections to two
newly-arrived guinea pigs — Willie and
Gertie,
Some Things
To Remember
The way in which yon observe traffic
laws is based on yonr courtesy and your
good sense.
’PrafSc laws are made for observance
and not for enforcement.
'Die ultimate goal is participation by
everyone — a personal matter.
When you attempt to drive (1) be
well-trained, (2) know’ the rules of
the road, (3) follow them.
Spring’s Here
Spring is here! From grandmother's
time comes the renewed fashion of
swirling lace petticoats that play hide
and seek from under ballerina skirts
and cottons.
Phis fashion is really “catching oiL
with the feminine sex at H. P. H. S.
Of course it always happens that some
of the male sex don’t understand that
the petticoat is really supposed to be
sliowing. Nevertheless spring always
brings something that is new’ and
different, and how we w'elcome it!
These Fickle Ones
In spring a young man’s fancy turns
— mayl>e bec-au.se of the tiiought of
Easter corsages and irrom tickets to
buy. Whatever the cause, however,
H. P. II. S. boys invariably find some
small, insignificant reason to bring to
an end their steady dating. And after
the girls have already Irought a new
Easter suit, and a heavenly prom
dress, too! Gloom and sadness darken
the girls’ faces. But not for long! With
the new styles in bathing suits, we
boys mav rest assured that not foi
long w’ilf those sighs lx; in remean-
brance of these fickle ones.
Pointer Personalities . . .
SPRINGTIME and smiles just go together! So Alton's faithful
camera caught two of H. P. H. S.’s bubbling personalities right in the midst
of it! Bill McGuinn and Margaret Little seem to be enjoying it just fine,
too.
BUI McGuinn
Personality pin-up Bill McGuinn is
a gray-eyed soph who finds it “hard
to be sad because there are too mans'
things to be happy about.”
That old pastime of just loafing
captures Bill at the oddest times, and
he also finds it hard to respst a race
in his ’41 Oldsmobile.
With an ' appropriate blush he
remembers his most embarrassing
moment as being not too long ago
when, participating in a radio program,
he reached the middle of the speech
and forgot his lines. (But that could
happen to the best of us!) Food ’n
fun rate high on “algebra-addict”
McGuinn’s list for enjoyment. In food
it’s watermelon and in fun it’s just a
lo - - - ong bull session with “the
boys.’’
The scourge of icy snow and sleet
Is fading slowly, in retreat.
And in its place the warmth of sun
Repairs the damage winter’s done.
Away up in the open blue
A bird dips, just to get a view
And usher in on feathery wings
A Spring that’s made of lovely things.
— “Hedrick”.
Now He Has A
Blue Sweater
It happened on one of Mr. Rohde’s
most “complimentary” days. This
Ijarticular afternoon was comparatively
warm and sunny and, as Louise
Hutchins ambled into geometry class,
Mr. Rohde commented quite favorably
on her lovely blue sweater. Louise,
feeling rather amiable that day herself,
laughingly told him that she’d crochet
him one just like it.
The story might have ended there
and been dismissed as another joke
between them. But a day or so later,
however, when seventh period rolled
around, Mr. Rohde put a very startling
question to the girls in the class. With
a .sly grin, he asked, “What do yon
girls do to stretch your sweaters after
they’ve been washed?”
Amid the aroused discussion, Mr.
Rohde produced from his desk drawer
a tiny blue sweater — a miniature
made by Louise. It measures about 4
by SVi inches and, although it doesn’t
fit so well, Mr. Rohde prizes highly
his blue sweater.
Rambling On . . .
From our lofty perch in the
Pointer office we saw . . . Bill
White cleaning out his horn
with water from the fountain
below ... a robin redbreast.
. . . “Kisser” throwing Mar
ilyn’s black moccasin down
three flights to the waiting
hands of David Wagner . . .
Scotty Cook and Dick Daven
port in their regular lunch
time session . . . Evelyn Nance
complaining about her toe . . .
A squirrel running up to its
nest in a drainpipe just above
the auditorium . . . The bus
coming down the drive to
whisk away the Black Bisons
to Durham and the State
championship title. (We
hope!) . . . Charlie Jones
headed for the athletic field
for a workout on the track . . .
Mary Lee Church and Martha
Hodgin with their yellow and
purple stried sweaters . . .
Joan Crowder laughing in the
sunshine . . . Billy Ray eating
peanuts .
Margaret Little
Born in Morganton, but still “a
Beta Glub miss” is that peppy “little”
girl who swoons over You Belong to
My Heart and drools over fish and
horses. Big brown eyes are an outstand
ing feature of this girl, whose favorite
color is blue — oh, well! Having come
from Waynesboro, Virginia, this past
summer, Margaret sidelights her short
career at 11. P. H. S. with membership
in the Beta Glub, the Masque and
Gavel, the F. H. A., and the Junior
Town Meeting of the Air Glub. I3ut
like everyone else, she has those inevit
able moments which leave an indelible
mark on one’s memory. WHio wouldn’t
blush if she rose from a chair to find
that she had been sitting in acid?
WHOSE?
^The Doge’s Palace’
On the west wall of our library for
many years there has hung aii oil
painting, c-overed with glass and in a
gilt frame, h’ew people look at it and
still fewer know what it is and how
this $1,000 painting happens to be at
II. P. H. S. Some of us have been
curious about the picture, but we
didn’t go to Jake Harris to find out.
(Read Ed Kemp’s article in the Enter
prise). Instead we delved into the
Pointer files, and at last in the little
three-column, hand-set paper of 1927-
28 we discovered the answers to all
our questions. Here is the news story
which senior high students, almost a
score of years ago, read in their school
paper;
“The beautiful painting, The
Doge’s Palace by George \Vharton
Edwards, modern American painter,
was formally presented to the high
school by the 1927 senior class, llmrs-
day night, F’ebruary' 23. Mrs. 11. A.
White spoke the invocation.
“Mrs. Katherine Pendleton Arring
ton of Wentworth, N. C., who
donated half of the price of the paint
ing, was the principal speaker of the
evening . . .
“Mrs. Arrington offers a gift of $500
to any club or school which will
match it with the same amount, the
money to go towards purchasing a
painting by a living artist of this coun
try. Mr. Edwards, who was expected
to be present llmrsday night, was un
able to attend.
“The painting measures two feet five
and a half inches square and is an
exceptionally fine work of art. It w’ill
hang in the library on the wall above
the space where it is now placed.”
JEST NUTS
Don’t follow the crowd! Blaze new
trails. Be an individualist. Throw
away your dictionaries and tn’ these
new definitions—
An epistle is the wife of an apostle.
A ma3’or is a she horse.
An oboe is an English tramp,
poh’gon is a dead parrot (apologies
to Mr. Rohde).
,\ refugee keeps order at a basket
ball game.
Here arc some new wavs of using
words.
.\nti-toxin . . . mv anti toxin her
sleep.
Stupendous and pencil ... I wear
stupendous so my pencil stay up.
Siii,
With their puns, their boners, and
their laughs, students keep the days
from being a never-ending maze of
bells, buzzers, and study.
Instruction in indefinite pronouns
resulted in laughter when Darrell
Lloyd shyly asked, “Miss Highfill,
what would you do with a sentence
like this, ‘Tbe woman fell down and
hurt her somewhat’?” ... A cannibal-
minded pupil of H. P. H. S. handed
in the follow'ing summary of O. Henry’s
“The Third Ingredient”: “A woman
had a beef stew with no onions or pota
toes and, upon finding a man with
onions and a woman with potatoes,
she added the man, onions, woman,
potatoes to her stew.” . . . “You’re not
gonna give us homework over a holidas-,
are you?” queried Gene Dillard of his
science teacher, “WTy, tomonow’’s my
birthday!” . . . 'I’he things that teachers
learn from theme papers! Did you
know that Will James was bom an
orphan, and onomatopoeia is a form
of sickness? ... It is said that Jim
Neely now requires all notes passed b\
him in class to contain stamps . . .
Nolan Brewer, together with some
other crusaders, in opposition to the
girls’ “new’ look” has refused to cut
his hair until the dose of school . . -
Present day English books now carry
this bit of philosophy; “Love is inevit
able. It is like the measles — we all
have to go through with it.”
Becomes Eagle Scout
H. P. H. S. has another eagle . . .
Eagle Scout, that is. He’s senior Gar
land W'ampler, who has passed all the
necessary' requirements to become a
bov scout of the highest rank. Garland
was awarded the Boy Scout Eagle
badge, January 6, at a special scout
meeting in Thomassille. He is a mem
ber of Troop No. 80 of the Galvan-
Methodist Church here.
'Die chemistry class was discussing
fires. Miss Milling asked Jim Hardison
what he would do if his clothes were
on fire and he was near a lake. Would
he jump in feet first, or head first?
Jim said feet first. "No you wouldn’t,”
.said Miss Milling, “the flames would
burn your face.” Jim said, “I’m afraid
I’d have to — I can’t dive.”
To School We Trudge
The biggest problem is getting up! But each week-day morning, clothed
and with teeth brushed and breakfast downed, hundreds of teen-agers start out
from aixirtments, estates, farms, and homes — literally from all the corners of
High Point, 'lliey have but one destination — high school.
At High Point High the early- morning sun is reflected in a third floor
window pane, and a crisp wind blows through the trees of the peaceful earnpus.
Alxmt 8 a. m. there begins the slow- trickle of sleepy-eyed, book-ladeir students
making their way along the campus walks.
A little later the trickle becomes a steady flow- as boys and girls begin arriv
ing in everything from red jalopies to shiny white convertibles, and from packed
yellow buses to brown-loafered feet. Sonte few, like “Hedrick” or Don M.
merely stroll across the street to school, while, on the other hand, down Jones
street conre the rural buses which, after a much earlier start, are ready- to dis
charge their ixissengers before the big gong rings.
Fight-fifteen and students gather alxmt the carnpirs as though assigned
regular spots for each morning’s pre-schcx)l session. Triiett, who has missed his
breakfast, shares an apple with the fellows over by the auditorium. Piles of
books line the sidewalks as conversation ranges from third period F.trglish tests
to a Saturday night date or to Coach Ishee’s track aspirants. (The earnpus is
peaceful no more!)
■\t 8:30 the bell sounds, and the big building quickly swallows up the
crowds. Lockers rattle, classes assemble, and another day begins at school.
\Vc know — we've watched you!