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Page Two THE POINTER MARCH 15, 1949 THE POINTER Published by the Students of High Point High School Member National Scholastic Press Association Editor-in-Chief —. Associate Editor . Managing Editor . Marilyn Robinettb Bill McGuinn Allen Conrad News Editors Nancy Earle Jean Stamey Feature Editors Joann White Lib Martin Carolyn Andrews Bill Cecil Sports Editor Allen Conrad Photographer — Headliner Assistants Ann Shipwash CoLDSTON Harris Marty Burton Scotty Cook Jon Barnes Jim Neely Bill McCuinn Dick Boyles Allen Conrad Jeanne Rigby Typists Loma Carner Business Manager .. Ct.adys L.inthicum Barbara Tilson Assistants Ann Wright Advertising Manager Waiter Lee Cibson .Assistants Ralph Brown Carole Bock Betty Bowman Circulation Manager Martha Neal Wanda Kindley Assistants Caynelle Ingle Bookkeeper Nancy Perryman Assistant Joan Crowder Editorial Advisor — Miss Eleanor Young Business Advisor ... - Mrs. Vera Walden Just Human Nature You’ve heard that expression, “Give ’em an inch and they’ll take a mile?” Well, it follows right along with the one that says, “Give ’em enough rope, and they’ll hang themselves.” What’s it all about? Just another way of con demning that old pratice of “taking advantage,” and I don’t mean the “opportunity-knocks-but-once” kind of advantage. There’ll be lots of gala festivities coming up soon, such as Senior Day, banquet, proms, etc.; and as usual the same energetic high school citizens will sign up for committees with the sole purpose of getting out of a little class time. Then there are the sports-loving fans who excuse themselves from school on any possible occasion so as to use their vocal chords in support of the team instead of their grades. When the word gets ’round that there’s a practice teacher conducting class one day, well, that’s when some pockets come to class ladened with chewing gum, peanuts, and minus a homework assignment. Are you guilty of this? If so, are you benefiting by such conduct? Class periods are constantly being disturbed by scuffling feet, accompanied by loud conversation and often singing or whistling as students move from classrooms to 203 to attend movies. Should we not appreciate the opportunity of a varied source of learning enough to be considerate of our fellow stu dents? If ever you find yourself the victim of one of these urges, just remember, the noose hangs high! That Pink Cloud Ever notice how everything comes at once? How, while driving up Main, if you catch one red light, you'll catch them all? How you may go for three days without having to take a book home, then each teacher announces an hour homework assign ment the next? How sometimes everything is like one big, pink cloud, smooth-sailing and blissful and at other times all goes wrong? After the steady, study-filled winter months at High Point High, the coming spring brings, along with softer breezes and jonquils, an increased tempo in school activities. Scheduled for spring time are both of the Proms, the Talent Show—and that it is!—the Senior Play, Social Standards Con ference, the Pemicans, and Senior Day—all ac tivities involving the whole student body—and pro jects expressing the creativeness and versatility found here. One big hopeless jumble? Oh, no! We just want to keep that aforementioned smooth-sailing pink cloud hovering over the campus of Alma Mater right on up through graduation time. See? A Law ... Live cleanly. Eat wisely. Sleep adequately. Exercise regularly. Study methodically. Save systematically. Invest judiciously. So—and only so—may you attain health, wealth, and wisdom, if you have them not; or retain them if you have them now. No exceptions can, or will, occur. No halfway measures will suffice. No in tentions, however good, will compenstate. None but those who obey these dictates may live—happily. The rest must fail, in one way or another. Inexor able, harsh, unyielding, cruel, perhaps, but never theless: It is the law! —From the Boy Scout Handbook. Magazine Monikers Mademoiselle Gene Council Calling All Girls Pete Walker Godd Housekeeping Evans Vogue Martha Hogin Look there’s Rudy Upton Charm Kent Hubbard Life Ah! report cards Woman’s Home Companion make-up Open Road for Boys Mr. Hunt’s office Seventeen Mary Jo Jenkins Outdoors Pete Jones Cosmopolitan Pemican Saturday Evening Post..Duck Pond American Girl Ann Hall Holiday Jeff’s or Ingram’s Time 3:30 Theater Arts Shirley Kirkman Reader’s Digest Macbeth Better Homes and Gardens Betty Ruth York Newsweek exams All Sports Wheat Miller Woman’s Day Easter morning Harper’s Bazaar..Mazie Strickland Poultry Journal....Sam Hedgecock Esquire Jimmy Woollen Town and Country..Tommy Beaver Redbook Catherine Gill Calling All Boys Pat Hackney Pathfinder the part in Bill Seckler’s hair Country Gentlemen Ray Hayworth Progressive Farmer John Perry Reader’s Guide Webster’s Dictionary Thank Goodness 1000 Jokes Talent Show All About A Twist Of the Lip Ahem. Let us proceed to investigate the nature of a smile. First, we have the “chesscat,” or the human who sweetly forces his third-year molars squarely in your face. At such times I have seen a lovely array and variety of tonsils. But had you rather see a “chesscat’’ or a rabbit? You know—the per son who barely sticks out his two front teeth in that shy little way. Everytime I see one of these char acters, I want to cram a carrot down his throat and say, “What’s up. Doc?” Besides the two spe cialties mentioned above, we have the forced smile, usually produced by people wearing braces: for if your mouth were braced up, your smile would be kinda forced, too. As an added attraction with these special type smiles, we usually have the sensation of being under a shower; but of course we blame this on the braces. And then there comes the sick ly smile. Know what I mean ? ’The person who usually wears this monstrosity looks as if he’s walking his last mile—with a hole in his sock, at that! Next, there will always be the character who has a smirky grin that shows one side of his “tater trap.” These people, I think, try to look tough, just like some gangster they’ve just seen in the movies. But all you Humphrey Bogart, Jrs., — this is a wonderful way to con tract lockjaw. However, folks, don’t give up in despair, for it’s far better to see a funny grin than a gloomy frown. WUuiifr Here it is March, and whipping round the corners of H.P.H.S. are whispers of. . . Nolan Brewre, who has recently been appointed prompter in Mrs. Rogers’ French class, ’cause he’s always right there with the right word, if there’s any difficulty encountered by those around him. . . Nancy Lambeth and her fond admiration of the masculine uniforms out Oak Ridge way. Looks like Jim’s gonna have to join the army. . . the smoke that enveloped the chemistry lab the other day and caused quite a row. Seems as if the practice teacher hadn’t prac ticed enough. . . the Key Club convention in S .C., leaving all the fellas bewildered. They just couldn’t quite make out what the Charleston girls were saying. But, like Heywood suggested, “Who wants to talk?”. . . “Sea weed” the sailor—Sounds like one of Moby Dick’s characters, but Jerry’s counting the days till “the fleet’s in”—by airplane. . . the anticipation in the minds of Caro lyn and Scotty as well as a bunch of other Carolina “fans” who are looking mighty happy these days —^just one guess why. . . Right! . . . Spring holidays are coming up. . . the relieved expression on the faces of some Senior English students. . . Macbeth has been killed! Just Boys! By Carolyn Andrews Girls are made of sugar, spice, ’n’ everthing nice—well, at least we of the feminine sex think so! In an article v/ritten in the last issue of the Pointer, girls were really put “in the know” about themselves. Since turn about is fair play, here are a few pointers on what we think of boys. Boys are just as particular about looks as girls—why, take the matter of hair for instance. A few who aren’t fortunate enough to have naturally curly hair often seek extra kink by a Toni. Then they go all out for different hair styles, such as, peroxide, the “Ishee Crew-Cut,“ or other ex tremes—“the Drake’s Tail.’’ Now there’s the fella who waits until five minutes to seven and phones for a 7:00 date. Of course any girl can roll up her hair, take a shower, dress, take down her hair and—phew! appear fresh as a daisy by 7:00. Then the minute she gracefully opens the door he greets her with some kind of re mark like “Gad! Check the head on that!” Beware the “Snow King” type! He’ll hand you a smooth line that just won’t anchor until you’ve swallowed his sweet bait hook- line-and-sinker! Soon you’ll find out where you really stand. Yep, to him you’re just another catch. There’s bound to be a solution to boys somewhere. Guess it’s just a good thing girls were made to take care of ’em! “The secret of success in con versation is to be able to disagree without being disagreeable.’’ Civilization had better find a way of doing away with war, or war will do away with civilization. —Preston Bradley I have never been hurt by any thing I did not say. —Calvin Coolege ... As Time Marches On . . . Different Words Mean Different Things to Different People. See? WORD FROSH SOPHS JRS. SRS. A Blind Date must be fruit a sightless lover something exciting what’s it look like Jeff’s cartoon boy’s name drugstore hangout Cat a sort of animal an odd fellow a “real gone” guy “Dodo” Allred Je t’aime “I’ll bite” ain’t English must be French I love you H.P.H.S. a maze of halls biology swell times whew! made it! Duck Pond place Ducks swim off Florham Drive chasing cars Woo-oo-oo Dope illegal medicine a cracked person all but me any Junior Love mush it’s possible it’s probable it’s got me Graduation What’s that? beyond me not long off pass English “The Beacon” a light a newspaper “let’s read” scandal “brown nose” freckles teacher’s pet “A” student social outcast “snowed” big white flakes no school “floored” in love ■ schmoo a beast a flower peculiar person odd-fellow lunch bell food gap in line drugstore mad rush 3:30 Whoopee! Whoopee! Whoopee! Whoopee! Ding-A~Ling”A-Ling How about a date? Got one huh? Oh, you’ll break it? Pick ya’ up at 8. Thanks, Alexander The telephone—a useful instrument for the weak of head, heart, and hand to procure dates, call the grocer, and send for dear ole mother-in-law. Also handy in those instances where the fellow on other end of the line is bigger than you, or when deans decide to find out why so-and-so wasn’t in school today. The shape of the telephone is unmistakable. Some thing like a corncob with curled-in ends. There are two styles of the present day phone: the wall tjqie and the desk type. The former is found mostly in grocery stores and farmers’ exchanges; the latter mostly in homes. Alexander Graham Bell, the inventor, was mar ried and died of natural causes. (Well, we had to mention him some way or ’nother. After all, it’s all his fault. Why, if . . . but let us leave that ’cause that’s neither Sears nor Roebuck). I once heard of a fella that took a trip and instead of boarding his pooch out at some respectable dog hotel for five scads a day, he wired the phone some befangled way so that simply by calling home twice a day via long-distance the ring of the bell tapped something that opened the Kasco, and controlled the water spigot. The dog gained five pounds—never looked better in his life. Which all goes to show ya, the telephone definitely has unlimited possibilities. Why if . . . gad! Here’ we go again. A Touch Of Ireland March 17—that’s the birthday of me dear beloved Saint Patrick. And now spakin’ of Patrick, the Irish comes to me mind; and spakin’ of the Irish, let’s recognize our own “Irish” lads and lassies: Now there’s Donald McNeill and there’s Bobby McLeod; To be sure, me darlin’, of their names they’re proud. While Thurman McKenzie and Louis O’Neal Will always praise Erie with plenty of zeal. And Patricia Ireland, that red-headed lass. Who serves Irish potatoes at lunch as we pass. Then there’s Perry McDowell and there’s Peggy Teer— But—“Teer’’—How the heck did that get in here?
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