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THE POINTER
Tuesday, May 18, 1954
This Is Your Life
Soon—sooner than you can possibly conceive—the door by which
we have come and gone so many times in this building is going to chal
lenge us. The graduation ceremony will be over; and with diploma in
hand we will pass through this door—the same door that we opened
the night of the class play, the day of exams, the day of the big game,
and the night of the prom. We’ll hesitate as a flood of memories comes
back; and just as though that wooden structure could talk, it will say,
“This is your life. What are you going to do with it?” This is the chal
lenge which comes with graduation. More than ever before, we are
going to be making our own decisions, and they will have much more
influence on our lives than any of our previous decisions.
Expert guidance has been afforded us here by our fine faculty and
school officials. This will be the backbone of many future decisions.
These school days will mean a great deal to us, and their true value
will be appreciated more and more as the years go by.
Mine is tbe sincere desire that yours will be a feeling of pride and
determination to make something of your life. To the challenge I would
like to add my best wishes for all the success and happiness in the
world.
I suggest that we remember that no one is alone as he receives the
challenge. Each of us wishes success for the others.
“There is a destiny which makes us brothers;
None goes his way alone:
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.”
Eife is no bed of roses; and as a final thought for that graduation
day, I would like to use the words of Ethel Barrymore: “When life
knocks you to your knees, which it always has and always will—well,
that’s the best position in which to pray, isn’t it?”
THIS IS YOUR LIFE. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH
IT?
—Jimmie Casey
Grammar Grade Gremlins Groan At Graduation
A Luxury Divine
Someone has very aptly saici, “Memory is a luxury divine.’’ In about
one month graduation will be a memory of a glorious climax to twelve
years of work and play, good times and bad times. We will long re
member our first days in school, our first dance and then the last Jun
ior-Senior Prom. For some of us, the end of twelve years of hard work
will be a welcomed relief, but for others it will mean the beginning of
a new life.
However, we cannot live on memories alone. We have to accept
reality which is before us. No longer will our only worries be to get to
school on time, or to get our work in on schedule. We are on the border
line, just before becoming men and women and gaining prestige and a
place in the community. For all of us the future holds in reserve, un
known incidents. Some of us will travel far to many colleges and uni
versities. Others will be serving in the Armed Forces. Some will get
married and go to work; but whatever we do, wherever we are, we have
to realize that we have to continue to look forward to new and brighter
horizons. We want to save our memories for some gloomy day, when
we seem to be hemmed in by the whole world and can’t break through
to the world beyond that which surrounds us. Then memory will be
truly a “luxury divine”!
May the commencement of ’54 and the school year of ’54-’55 be the
starting point for new hope and a brighter future, with unequaled
success.
“There was a little daschand
once so long
It had no notion how long it took
to notify its tail of its emotion.
And so it was that, though its face was
filled with woe and sadness.
Its little tail kept wagging on
because of previous gladness.”
There will be difficult moments for us in the future, but we can
remember tbe “previous gladness” of our thrilling high school experi-
ences. It will be a “luxury divine” to remember our friends, our sports,
music groups, understanding teachers, and helpful advisers.
Sincere appreciation is expressed to each for your contribution in
divine luxury offered at High Point High School.
—Dean Mac Pruette
We Leave You In Good Hands
The year l953-’54 has been an active one here at High Point High; Uttered By Seniors
and it has been the privilege, as well as the duty, of the Pointer staff '
to report to you as accurately as possible tbe news of the school. In
looking back over the events of this year and the preceding ones in
which we have served on the staff, we become quite conscious of the
fact that we are indebted to a great number of people.
Last Of Tyrants -
A Tragedy
Nancy Hill: Fellow Pointer mem
bers, the time has come to bid you
all a fond farewell. It grieves my
heart to think that I, your humble
Editor, will never again have the
pleasure of witnessing your wor
shipful glances as I dish out the
orders. (Stifles a sob). So, best of
luck to the ’54-’55 staff.
Harriet Shelton: Friends, Romans,
countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to praise Miss Young, not
to bury her. The good that she
has done will long live after her.
As associate editor I sneak for all
as I say, “Thank you.”
Nancy Stockwell: Fellow staf
fers, this is indeed a sad time for
all of us, especially for those who
will not be coming back next year.
I hereby want to take this op
portunity to give Nancy Hill cred
it for my gray hair. “Dye if you
must, that old gray head, but get
the Pointer out!’’ she said.
Betsy Lewis: (Parting grief has
overcome Betsy. She is assisted
to the front by two lowly Sopho
mores who bow 3 times). The end
has come to my life as a “galley”
slave. Liberation is near, but I
leave with deepest regret.
Wanna McAnally: A tender
goodbye to those blank spaces in
tbe Pointer. A final reminder to
all who may be wondering: Old
Headliners aren’t crazy; they just
act that way.
All: (Crying loudly) Farewell.
Famous Last Words
Senior Pose Of Former Years;
Do You Recognize The Dears?
Primarily, we are indebted to the student body for their co-opera
tion in making the news, as well as for their enthusiastic support and
inspiring confidence.
The help of Student Council members, club officers, and advisers has
been indispensable, as has been that of the various office staffs.
The fact that we place last on our list of “thank-yous” the faculty
and administration has “last-but-not-least” significance. To say that
the faculty is the backbone of tbe school would be trite; but it is, never
theless, true. Our purpose here is to thank them for their guidance and
inspiration to us, not only in work on the paper, but also in the build
ing of our lives.
We have considered it an honor to put out your paper. We have
had before us always a goal: to publish a paper that you would endorse
and Support and enjoy. We have endeavored to reflect your opinions
and give a true picture of you as High Point High School.
We Seniors of the staff will miss our work on the paper and the
people with whom it has brought us in contact. We have done our best
for you, and our final word to those who will return is—we leave you
in good hands.
THE POINTER
MEMBER
National Scholastic
Press Association
—and—
North Carolina
Scholastic
Press Institute
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
ASSOCIATE EDITOR _
BUSINESS MANAGER
FEATURE EDITOR
SPORTS EDITOR ____
HEADLINER
PHOTOGRAPHER
Nancy Hill
_ Harriett Shelton
_ Nancy Robinette
Linda Groome
_ Larkin Kirkman
. Wanna McAnally
George Honeycutt
EDITORIAL ADVISER
BUSINESS ADVISER _
Miss Eleanor Young
— Mrs. Lyda Sowars
Talley Wright: I hope these are
my last words to the Pointer (no
offense meant to the Pointer).
Martha Ellington: It’ll be good
to get out from behind bars.
Nancy Robinette: I hope all my
best friends graduate with me.
Martha (P. J.) Packer: I leave
P. J. behind (the nickname that
is).
Ann Teague: I leave and I
reckon that’s enough.
Jimmy Casey: Carbolic acid,
strychnine, and nitroglycerine —
that’s good-by in anybody’s lan
guage!
Patty Dillon: I’ll miss every
body and Jerry.
George Eanes: I won’t miss any
thing.
Kitty Marsh: Ah, parting is such
sweet sorrow (sob, sob).
Nancy Hill: Glory, Hallelujah!
Steve Burton: Good-by, cruel
world.
Betsy Lewis: Remember to be
careful of falling light bulbs on
the stage, flying microphones in
the radio station, and falling
plaster anywhere!
Barbara Cook: Just make the
most of every opportunity and
don’t waste anything.
Paul Wood: I hate to leave Mrs.
Stevens and her geometry class.
Gail Armstrong: I never thought
I’d make it—surprise!
H. J. York: Who goofed?
Carolyn Roberts: Everybody
have fun while you can; it’s a sad
world.
Ginger Walser: Boo-hoo!
Wanna McAnally; It’s about
time!
Bill Bailey: All I can say is,
these have been the best years of
my life.
‘‘And then they were all con
fined to their padded cells and
lived happily ever after . . .”
This first gentleman on the left
has, among other things, lost a
little weight since the above pic
ture was taken. His most out
standing accomplishment was the
receiving of the N. H. S. Service
Award.
The bouncing little girl you see
here behind the fence is one of
those people who do things behind
the screen, letting other people
take the credit—like her Pemican
job. The key to this young lady
is a little white Ford with Jerry
in it.
The bottom lass peeping from
behind the tree is a very small one.
Being small has nothing to do with
her ability, for she has tackled well
the job of president of the N. H. S.
One of the marble shooters above
is president of the G. A. A., who
can slug a softball or shoot a bas
ket along with the best of them!
Of great interest (and vice-
versa) to the Miss above playing
A Tearful Farewell
To Harvey 'N Jake
Goodbye Harvey! Thanks to you
and your Cousin Jake, this year
has been bearable. Everyone will
remember this year as the Horner-
Bradshaw Era. But now you are
going. You will never be back.
Next year may bring a Mae Bush
or a Kilroy III, or even another
Harvey Horner and Jake Brad
shaw; but it won’t be you. It will
just be an imitation on the lips of
those who will be taking our places
trying to call you back. But they
will fail because you belong to
us, the class of ’54, and to this
year of ’53-’54.
You were our best friend, for
who else would take all the blame
for our stunts ? Because you were
always with us and willing to do
anything, you were the best-known
boy in school.
Remember all the songs you had
played for you over Skyline Patrol?
Your favorites, and ours, were
“You, You, You”; “Ebb Tide”; and
“Stranger in Paradise.”
You must have been the most
careless boy in school. You were
always losing your car keys at the
football games, just to have your
name called out probably. Every
time you stuck your head in the
radio booth you said you were
“just checking.”
You and Jake were always
crashing the gate down at the
Center. You said you especially
liked The Robe and Cease Fire.
You played cowboy for days after
you saw Shane. Yes, it’s been a
good year, Harvey and Jake. We’ll
miss you.
Jist In Jest
I can see a reason these days
for that expression “contented as
a cow.. Why wouldn’t they be,
standing around in all that high-
priced meat?”
The seven-year-old son of a
radio comedian came home with
his report card.
“Well, son,’ asked the radio star,
“were you promoted?”
“Better than that. Pop,” replied
the ;boy happily. “I was held over
for another 26 weeks.”
marbles, is the red-headed gent
with her. Radioman, play produ
cer, and finder of local talent, his
own abilities are varied and many.
“Ohhh!” wail the girls, “What a
build he has!” The boy hanging
from the tree wasn’t elected Most
Athletic for nothing! Besides be
ing athletic he pays attention to
his studies and makes excellent
grades.
The girl jumping rope is another
of those behind-the-scene gals who
help produce a school publication.
As headliner for the Pointer, she
puts in many an extra hour after
school.
On the right, cradling a doll,
you see a person who works end
lessly to produce this, the Pointer.
As its editor, she works tirelessly.
When the Pointer is finished,
though, she finds time to devote
to music.
If you’re ever sent to the hos
pital, drop in at the soda fountain;
for there, being a “jerk,” will be
the top youngster peeping from
behind the tree. A friendly smile
and warm personality mark this
gal.
The little blond, dimpled boy be
hind the fence is a very witty one!
His classmates at first are kept in
stitches by his clever remarks and
puns, though his teachers may not
think they’re quite so funny!
Next to our dimpled friend is a
very prominent personality around
H. P. H. S. This year he served
his school by being its vice-presi
dent. A trait of this fellow is to
greet everyone with a friendly
smile.
Now to identify our Senior per
sonalities. First, we have Sheriff
Jimmie Casey; the pigtailed miss
above the heart is Patty Dillon;
Wallace Stamey and David Pan
coast peer over the fence; getting
her daily exercies is Wanna Mc
Anally; Nancy Hill is playing
dolls; Tiny Neely and Barbara
Wilson peep from behind the tree;
ape-man is David Fagg; marble
champs are Gail Armstrong and
Bill Bailey; and in the dog-house
is talley Wright.
Congratulations
A job well done is something
of which to be proud. So congrat
ulations to — Dean Mac Pruette
and David Pancoast for their fine
job as president and vice-president
of the student body—Nancy Rob
inette and the cheerleaders for
their part in keeping spirits high
and cheering the teams to victory
—Jimmie Casey for his work as
chief announcer of the radio sta
tion—Jane Marlette, Kitty Marsh,
and the rest of the Pemican staff
— Tiny Neely and the National
Honor Society for giving High
Point High School higher goals
and greater achievements—^Nancy
Cridlebaugh and the Masque and
Gavel — Margaret Slate and the
Beta Club — Harriet Shelton and
the J. C. L.—the Key Club—the
Library Club—and all the remain
ing clubs that gave a better and
more active life to the students
of High Point High. Also, con
gratulations to Lt. Shields for an
other year with no broken necks;
and last, and perhaps greatest—
congratulations to all the Seniors
who have finally made it.