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THE POINTER
February 28, 1950
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Why Not Grow Up?
As students of High Point High School, we are
ashamed of and disgusted with the student body
of this school. No, not the whole body—just a few
are we disgusted with, for there are always those
few who make a bad name for everyone else. We
guess by now you know what we are talking about,
namely, the conduct portrayed at Hamlet.
Would someone please just explain to us, why—
why—people who are in high school must act as
if they have never been turned loose before? Why
is it cute to purposely push a crowd of people back
and forth, back and forth ? Why is it funny to talk
and giggle and make stupid remarks in the middle
of a picture show ? Why is it smart to throw pop
corn boxes on the stage ? Why, in heaven’s name,
do certain people go to the show anyway?
■People with only a little bit of sense know that
when a person reaches high school age, he is sup
posed to act high school age also. But we’re sure
that if you were one of the unfortunate persons
j;o witness the behavior of some of our own stu
dents at the particular time about which we are
talking, you will agree that those certain persons
acted ' much worse than a bunch of wild horses.
Now we don’t think we’re being stuffy or “prissy”
about this matter, because as much as anyone, we
like fun and good times—where they belong, and
when they are of the right nature. But this was
neither a form of the right kind of humor or of
the proper kind of good time. It was just plain
rudeness.
. We hope that an incident concerning such be
havior will never again be affiliated with this high
.school. It is up to you, as an individual student,
to see that it isn’t.
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Congrats^ Neighbor
Perhaps we H.P.H.S. students are inclined to feel
somewhat proud of our annual, which has attained
an All-American honor rating for three years in
succession. Without this yeai-book which holds 07i
its pages the pictures of classmates, school day
activities, and the unforgettable athletic feats of
the season, many a graduating senior would feel
that his year was not complete. Incidentally, that’s
exactly what last year’s senior class of Greensboro
High School felt and the result was—a yearbook!
Yes, Greensboro High School has, for the first
time in twenty years, a yearbook. It took much
■sti-ategic action and planning by the ’49 seniors
to maneuver such a large transaction, and it is
to their efforts that this year’s annual is dedicated.
The annual staff began work on the 1960 edition
early in the fall. Heading the staff of G.U.S.’s
new annual is Fred Upchurch. Assisting him is
Carolyn Birgel, associate editor. Under the faculty
advisership of Miss Estelle Le Gwin and the forty-
five active staff members, the 200-page yearbook
is scheduled for delivery on May 20.
We, the students of H.P.H.S., know what a big
day that will be for all of the G.H.S. subscribers.
.May w'C extend our heartiest congratulations for
a job well done and a sincere wish that your
yearbook will attain many high honors this year,
and in the many years to come.
THE POINTER
Published by the Students of
High Point High School
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Editor-In-Chief CAROLYN ANDREWS
Associate Editor MARTY BURTON
News Editors
Sallv I’repke Teasa Bloom
“Lib” Martin Gladys Hall
Feature Editor Janet Blair
Assistants: Anne Garst, Kent Hubbard
Sports Editor Ronnie Current
Assistants: Bob Bundy, Barry Ruth,
Anne Bhipwash
Photographers: Andy Pickens, Lester Zimmerman
Headliner Tom Beaver
Mary Ann Britt
Typists
Betty Dean
Business Manager Nancy Perryman
Assistant Business Manager Gaynell Ingle
Circulation Manager Mait.ha Neal
Assistant Circulation Manager Barbara Lain
Bookkeeper Wand.a Kinley
Assistant Bookkeeper Ann Renfrew
Salesman David Driver
Salesman Bob Ladehoff
Editorial Adviser Miss Eleanor Young
Business Adviser Mrs. Vera Walden
Grecian-Born Student Impressed
With Ways Of American Students
Rita Demus lived in Fiorina, Macedonia, in Greece, for fifteen of
her seventeen years. Now she is in High Point, and after two years
still finds herself in many ways confused by the habits and customs
of the American people.
Upon arriving in High Point, Rita’s problem, first and foremost,
was the learning of the English language. One of the most compli
cating factors, according to Rita, was the slang expressions, which
actually have no translations; and, gee whiz, who wouldn’t have trou
ble explaining what gee whiz means?
Rita finds school life in America very different from that in Greece.
Since the boy’s school in Fiorina was bombed during the war, the one
remaining school had a divided schedule. Half the day was allowed
for boys; the other half for girls. Also the school subjects were much
harder. Students through high school were not allowed to choose their
courses. In grades nine and ten, nine subjects were required. In the
junior and senior years, from twelve to thirteen subjects were re
quired. Girls wore uniforms to classes and were not allowed to use
cosmetics of any kind.
Rita remarked that certainly American girls and boys have much
more freedom than the young people of Greece. Dating, for instance,
is definitely not allowed in Greece. Rita has also found that boys in
Greece are somewhat more polite than boys in America. Even when
a couple are engaged, a chaperon is required for every date. Neither
boys nor girls are allowed out after 7:00 p. m.
Music in America, too, is quite different from that in Greece, since
^4'there is nothing equivalent to
American jazz or “jitterbug”
Attention all fashion fiends! For
that extra sparkle, try wearing
blouses decorated with a design of
rhinestones on the front.
The school-girl appearance is
being accentuated now by the ever
popular jerkins. With the slender
izing effect they have, no wonder
they’re the rage.
Girls around school have been
sprouting out in pretty tweed
skirts. Rumor has it that these
items of feminine apparel will be
much shorter, come spring. Col
ored shoes, especially red and
green, are fashionable. If you see
certain people who appear to be
bouncing down the hall, they are
probably the victims of the crepe-
soled shoe craze.
Soon girls will have less cause
to complain of aching feet. Lower-
heeled shoes will be worn more
frequently in the near future, with
high heels saved for extreme
dress. Platform soles are definite
ly on the way out.
The lassies who crave especially
fashionable hair-dos will have to
cut their hair to a one-inch length
all over the head. Say, what’s the
use of having hair, anyway?
Whaf s In a Name?
Ray eat apple
Ray get sick
Ray Green
Horace row boat
Horace fall out
Horace Sink
Cookie engaged
Cookie married
Cookie Cook
Nancy take test
Nancy make 100
Nancy Bright
C, L. funny
C. L. witty
C. L. Corn
Herbert see girl
Herbert whistle
Herbert Clapp
Horace see lady’s hankie
Horace pick it up
Horace Noble
Fred not postman
Fred not streetcleaner
Fred Farmer
Becky stumble
Becky cry
Becky Hurt
Tom not wolf
Tom not “Cat’’
Tom Beaver
Greece. The first American song
Rita learned was “I’m Looking
Over a Four-Leaf Clover,” but
her current favorite is the “Wed
ding Samba.’’ One of the recent
popular songs in Greece which Ritsi
is fond of is, when translated, “Do
Me the Favor To Let Me Kiss
You.”
In Fiorina, stifado (a sort of
stew) was Rita’s favorite dish, but
now she has obligingly switched
over to southern fried chicken.
Amazingly enough, drug stores
in Greece sell nothing but drugs,
but there are soda shops, similar
to the ones in America, which sell
the Coca-Cola of Greece—a drink
called Gazoza. The favorite candy
is the Floka bar, which is choc
olate.
Life is very different now for
Rita, but we hope she may live
happily and successfully here in
America.
What Do YOU Do?
1— When you happen to be late for
the lunch line, do you:
(a) Yell “FIRE” so everybody’ll
run and leave you there at the
head of the line ?
(b) Go stand in the corner and
pout ’til someone gives you a gap?
(c) Politely take your place at
the back of the line ?
2— If you make 10 on your six-
weeks’ test, and Jimmy makes
100, do you:
(a) Copy another 0 on your pa
per, so it’ll look just as good to
your mother as it will to Jimmy’s?
(b) Resolve to work harder?
(c) Bless your teacher out be
cause she didn’t teach you well
enough ?
3— If you are excused during a
class period to go on an errand,
do you:
(a) Bang on all the lockers in
the hall to let everyone know you’re
cut of class ?
(b) 'Try out your vocal chords
to see in what good condition they
are ?
(c) Quietly go where you were
sent and hurry back?
4— If you have a substitute teacher,
do you:
(a) Shoot paper airplanes at her
when she isn’t looking, so you’ll
irritate her so much that sho won’t
want to come back?
(b) Pay attention and be as
courteous as possible?
(c) Open your mouth every time
she starts to talk, so she can see
your tonsils ?
Evaluation Week In the Eyes
Of the H. P. H. S. Student Body
What do you think the student
body thought of Evaluation Week
this year, as compared to other
years, when the conference was
held in one day? Here are some
answers your fellow students have
given to this question:
Frances Mnll: “I like the confer
ence in one day. It mixes up
everything for a whole week and
disrupts classes.”
Iris Scearce: “A whole week
makes you more conscious of the
topics discussed. I like the new
way a lot better.”
Ronald Pierce: “It is too
stretched out in a week, and you
don’t know what’s going on. I
think w’e ought to have more than
one panel.”
Pat Blair: “I like one day bet
ter. A week makes it too long and
drawn out. You think more of it
and get down to work in one day.”
Sonny Lee: “A whole week is
better. In a day, going from panel
to panel gets boring.”
Paul Boyles: “One week gives
you more time to think of it, and
a chance to discuss it in classes.’’
Betsy Gamble: “I prefer one
week. Then there is more time for
the topics to impress you.”
Betty Jo Snyder: “In one day,
your mind is on the idea steadily,
and you concentrate on it more.”
Patsy Pendergrass: “I got more
out of it in one week, and I en
joyed the programs much more.”
Ann Allred: “In one week more
gets done. The talks give you
something good to think about. Al
though there were fewer discussion
groups this year, they were much
better.”
Vivian Miller: “I like the idea
of carrying the theme through the
week. Concentrating on a differ
ent phase each day made me en
joy it more.”
Who Won What
When Where?
Beauty is only skin deep. Don’t get bored yet.
I’m trying to produce a brain concussion to fill
up this space. . . one that’s brand new. I could
write about the sparkling plate glass on the trophy
case and how clean Coach keeps it, but the trophies-
are more interesting and important. Just let them
tell you! Could this be a debate or an argument?
“I’m the most important. I’m the ABC cup—
just like those awarded to this year’s outstanding
football players, Ken Yarborough and Bobbie Joe
Mickey!”
“You fellas just haven’t heard of my status. I
was awarded to the All-State champions in basket
ball. John Crowder carried me home in ’43, and
his “little” brother Richard claimed honors along
with his team in ’48.”
“Well, don’t forget me! I’m here to represent
a fine • track team. High Point High won me in
the 35th Annual Civitan Track Meet.”
“I was won in 1933 for cross-country i-unning.
When you say ‘important,’ look at me, the beautiful
Mason-Dixon Trophy!”
“I’ll start swinging this golf club if you don’t
give me some attention! I was presented to this
school for the State Championship in golf. I repre
sent three years of hard work and good golfing!
The voices grow loud and intermingle. 'Then one
beautiful trophy speaks up. “I am the Douglas
Reid-Herbert Hodgin Memorial. I was awarded for
the first time last year to Pete Jones for being
the most outstanding athlete of the year. I am the
living memorial of the two boys of my name who
died in the service of their country during Woidd
War II. They were both very outstanding athletes
and were studying at State when duty called, I
am the highest award that can be given an athlete
at High Point High School.” It ceased to' speak and ■
my throat choked up. The argument was ended..
Each trophy speaks for itself, not with the words-
we humans use, maybe, but with a nostalgic lan
guage of its own.
America Through
A Train Window
Have you ever seen America through
the windows of a train ?
If you have I’m sure you want to see her again
But if you haven’t you ought to,
For through the windows of a train
you see many a view.
And America has views of all kinds to offer to you
As you go along your way you’ll be at rest.
And you’ll see the city, the country,
the desert, the West.
The desert nights will be filled with
romantic mysteries.
When you see the gigantic natural obstacles
that still exist in the West,
You are filled with renewed respect and
pride for the pioneers
Who built a civilization on the foundation of
blood, sweat, and tears.
It took them not days to build, but years.
And the West will be filled with such beauty
that it can never be described.
The countryside will be knee-deep in Spring,
The city will be such a noisy place and its noise
will long in your memory ring.
So as you go through America, the land of the free.
Here are some of the sights you will see:
A stretch of flat land broken by the
wide open mouth of a valley . . .
The lights of a lonely farmhouse
twinkling in the night . . .
White-washed -barns dominating the night
like frozen g'hosts ...
Fields of golden grain giving beauty to the
country sight . . .
The eternal peacefulness of forests filled
with a million leafy fingers reaching for 'h-
warmth of the sun . . .
Large signs announcing that you’re about
to enter this-or-that town,
A sight as American as a home run . . ,
Twilight coating the train with an unreal glow
As a bouquet of colors is pinned in the
sky’s buttonhole . . .
Fields of wildflowers curtsying to balmy winds . .
The wide open spaces of the West filled with
mountains of silence.
Well, as you keep on traveling through
this great nation
Seeing a city of every size and population
You will see tired tourists chewing
the fingernails of their patience.
Eager to arrive at their destination.
And you will also see:
The deisel engine entering a tunnel with a loud
cry, dragging the serpent of cars behind it . . ,
The sage brush country, with an occasional
motorist providing the only sign of life . . .
And hot dog stands planted in the
middle of nowhere . . .
The graph of California’s mountains
etched against the horizon . . .
Large orange groves sprinkling the air
with natural perfume . . .
The rash of hamburger stands . . .
A cloudy sky pregnant with rain draping the
landscape with an orgy of gloom . . .
The lonely fields of flowers all in bloom . . .
Cattle herds in the sunset making a picture
postcard to be filed in your memory . . .
Stately mansions nested in the palms
of green valleys . . .
Patches of brooks among the carpet of grass . . .
Dark train tunnels that are darker than
all the city’s alleys . . .
Oh, you can scoop up only a handful of
America’s wonders traveling through it.
But that’s enough to put America in your heart.
Its beauty, richness and power never fail to
fill you with awe.
Be thankful for being a part of it;
For it is a great country, and every one of us
should never stop being grateful to be
a tiny part of it. —Mickey Colbert.