Pag^e Two
THE POINTER
Tuesday, March 17, 1959
View Points Survey Discloses High Percentage Of Steadies
A word to the student vocalists'
who have been “La-la-la”-ing’
down the hall for the past few
weeks: “We’ve had it!”
With the news that there will
be about 130 freshmen here next
year come sighs of relief from
juniors who don’t want to be
seniors in a freshmen-less school.
Superior airs have to be directed
to someone.
Gazing at the Teacher Apprecia
tion Day apples, we wondered who
started the practice of giving
apples to teachers. Maybe a pupil
who forgot his homework re
membered “ an apple a day keeps
the doctor away” and hoped the
same thing applied to members of
the teaching profession.
Ninty-six students in the class of
’59 are going steady.
By Dianne Schmidlej"
Going steady is a fascinating
subject and one which has caused
much controversy among all ages.
“Assured and direct; constant,
not fickle or wavering; loyal and
uninterrupted” are jus't a few of
the terms Webster applies in de
fining the word steady.
Taking surveys on various
aspects of this subject seems to
be a national trend; so to keep
step, the Pointer has' made one of
Letters To The Editor
Dear Editor,
Why is the class of ’59 dead?
Our gridders were good and our cagers great. We are
one of the highest ranking classes ever, scholastically.
Why do teachers hold last year’s seniors as the goal and
next year’s seniors as the
For Dateless Girls
Going steady may or may not
be a good thing, but as long as
girls wear boys’ class rings, jt
keeps the wax manufacturers in
business.
This is a tragic story of a girl with peroxide hair, false
eyelashes and fingernails, and an obvious, but poor, imper
sonation of Marilyn Monroe’s voice. Her walk could be compar
ed to the pendulum of a clock.
She was a real sweet girl; but come every Saturday, she
was stuck at home with Perry Mason. This girl got so she
knew the climax before the first comrnerical.
She was constantly asking her friends: “What do boys
expect?” Girls, even your best friends won’t tell you, so we’ve
set out to report information straight from the horses’
mouths.
In the first place, boys like girls who act natural.
Girls who are at ease and capable of fitting into any place
they might be taken on a date have the best chance of win
ning favor with the opposite sex.
In other words, boys like girls with well-rounded per
sonalities. Ninety-nine per cent of boys consider personality
before appearance.
Yet appearance ranks a close second in determining the
type of girl a boy wants to be seen dating.
A boy appreciates a girl who attempts to throw a little
life into a date and does not leave all the decisions to the
escort. The date who agrees on every point makes for a, dull
evening.
Most boys of high school age are mature enough to
expect girls to have opinions and principles of their own and
to stick to them.
So, girls, if your weekends are being televised, try being
a personality—not an impersonation. You will find the results
favorable.
Congratulations^ Carolyn Dillon
Carolyn Dillon, student body president and NHS Service
Award winner in ’58, was absent from the annual NHS
presentation ceremony March 6 because she was in the
hospital with a dislocated neck tendon.
Carolyn was recently recognized in the official Masque
and Gavel newspaper as a recipient of the coveted Star award
for outstanding speech accomplishment. We who remember
her student council speeches, we who watched her take a
fallen student body in her hand and mold it to the right, we
who knew the nucleus of the Senior Class of ’58, say,
“Congratulations Carolyn, for an award well deserved, for
a job well done.”
The essay which Carolyn submitted as student council
president last year and which won for her the Star award
ends as follows:
“ . . . inescapable is the fact that our hands would be tied
without oral communication with those whom we represent.
Whether appealing or demanding, suggesting or enforcing,
we of the [student] council will NEVER underestimate (if
Bishop Peale will forgive me) the power of positive SPEAK
ING.”
potential ? Why did more
juniors than seniors attend
the senior play?
Sincerely,
A Senior
Dear Editor,
There is no stopping the Class
of ’59. We yelled ourselves hoarse
for the Bison. We show promise of
the largest college-scholarship
haul ever. Led by an active stu
dent council we have won good
will and admiration from schools
over the South.
Watch out, Russia! We’ll be in
circulation soon!
Respectfully,
A Senior
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ters and will publish correspon
dence with or without signatures
at your request. Please place
letters in the Pointer suggestion
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tower 2 on the third floor.)
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Jazz In Russia
Being prohibited from listening to rock ‘n’ roll music
doesn’t bother Russian young people. They hate it but really
“dig” progressive, dixieland and jazz.
The trumpet of Louis Armstrong, the clarinet of Benny
Goodman and the piano of Dave Brubeck have been acclaimed
all over the world except in Russia.
Except on records jazz has never been heard inside the
Soviet Union. Government heads believe that because jazz
is so American, Soviet young people who like it may become
Pro-American.
At the “Ooglook Ameriki” (Corner of America), a fair
to open in Moscow in July, one of the attractions will be
Benny Goodman. Benny will try to impress Russian leaders
with jazz.
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It was Teacher Appreciation
Day and a French student wanted
to do something for his teacher.
“Miss McDavid, have you ever
been to France?” he inquired.
“No,” she replied, as she check
ed test papers.
“If I gave you a ticket,” asked
the generous student, “would you
go now?”
All old newspapers come to
some tragic end. Though the
Pointer’s never been seen wrapped
around garbage, P. P. noticed
that on a cold, windy day Mrs.
Shaw used her copy to fill a crack
around a window.
Another Teacher Appreciation
Day event: P. P. peeped into Mr.
Culler’s first period class in time
to see some hungry students shar
ing a shiny apple—Mr. Culler’s
apple.
“Are you going to take the
picture now?” asked Brenda Gray,
brandishing a butcher knife. The
picture (of Caesar’s death by said
butcher knife) was taken im
mediately.
P. P. spied Nolan Clinard snooz
ing through a particularly loud
selection played by the orchestra.
Finally one crashing chord awoke
the sleeper, who requested that
the group play more quietly.
“You’re disturbing my nap!” he
complained.
After a long night of studying
for a history test, Carolyn Martin
wandered sleepily down the hall
to class. It seemed strange to her
that people watched her feet. She
was' wearing one black shoe and
one brown.
Seasonal Activities
“Beware the Ides of March!” they
said.
But little I bewore it.
And boldly woke and came to
school.
Thus choosing to ignore it.
Beneath the watchman’s watchful
eye
Into my seat I slid.
But it was Sunday—
It was spring.
So spring I did!
Today no ire in Ireland dwells'.
But teachers’ hearts are cruel;
That sneaky snake St. Patrick
chased
Says, “Linger after school.”
However, the 3:30 bell
Won’t find me sitting still;
I know my rights—
This month is March,
And march I will!
its own and now presents the
results on the chart shown at the
left.
In order to obtain an accurate
percentage the survey was limit
ed to one class.
Seniors were asked this ques
tion: “What year or years have
you gone steady? For example,
did you go steady when you were
a freshman? How many times?
In 1955-’56 when the students in
the class of ’59 were freshmen
only 36 people in the class went
steady. This was a little more than
10 per cent of the class.
As sophomores the percentage
rose to 21 percent or 71 persons,
nearly doubling the previous year’s
record. The Senior Class now
boasts 96 persons who have gone
steady at one time or another this
year, barely topping the 94
steadies last year.
According to the Purdue Poll
of young peoples’ opinions, 42
per cent of high school students
believe in going steady, 35 per
cent do not, and 23 per cent are
undecided.
Forty-eight per cent of high
school boys and 39 per cent of
girls seldom date at all.
In her book entitled Family
Living, Evelyn Millis Duvall,
Ph._ D. states that there are four
basic reasons for going steady.
These include a deep interest in
each other, an assurance of a date,
social pressure, economy and in
formality.
Wishful Leprechauns
Tell Hearts' Desires
Since today is Saint Patrick’s
Day, several students were asked
the question: If you were a
leprechaun and could do any one
thine your heart desired, what
would your choice be?
Judy Tysinger: I would make
Tommy’s car run all the time,
without gas.
Kendall Farlowe: I would take
myself a two-week’s nap.
Tommy Burton: I’d win a four-
year college scholarship without
taking any tests.
Jill Knight: I would invent
dishes that wash themselves.
Nancy Culler: I would get my
self a good-looking French pen
pal.
Foster Harris: I’d put apples
on all the teachers’ desks.
Tommy Tyson: I’d be on .R. C.
Dance Party and win a case of
R. C.’s.
Anne Pritchett: I’d steal the
tubes from the television sets in
history class.
Nolan Clinard: If I were a
leprechaun, I’d give Nolan Clinard
a build like Tarzan, a voice like
Johnny Mathis, and a car like
Charles Rossignol’s.
Ginger Marsh: If I were a
leprechaun, I would have my wish
—to be short.
Wayne Snider: I’d be able to
fly like Superman.
Pat Bescher: I’d like enough
hair for a bun.
Charlie ;Shapard: I’d like some
“No-Doz” pills for French class.
Jean Bedford: I’d get the
Pemican to press'.
Ides Of March Are Disastrous
For Jiving Cool Daddy Caesar
By Jack Neal
This is the craziest story of a
man named Cool Daddy Caesar,
who at one time was a teen-age
dandelion in an ancient civiliza
tion. This sport was just an
ordinary cat, and most of his fol
lowers digged him the most.
However, and much to the regret
of Cool Daddy Caesar, there were
a few Hot Daddies who suspected
him of jiving with the State, and
I think I’d be safe in saying that
these Hot Daddies hated poor ole
Cool Daddy Caesar’s inflamed
guts.
Now these Hot Daddies,
synonymed as Conspirators, plan
ned to knock the rock from under
Cool Daddy Caesar and roll into
the kingfish position. It was a
hushed-up thing, but one beatnik
soothsayer got wind of the rock
knockin’.
One evening as he was' stand
ing on the corner snapping his
fingers and muttering: “Y e a h
man,” Cool Daddy Caesar rocked
by in his puff of a chariot.
“Hold it. Cool Daddy Caesar,”
sighed the beatnik soothsayer.
“I’ve got some jive that’s gonna
make you flip your wig.”
Cool Daddy Caesar brought that
puff of a chariot to a brake, open
ed the glove compartment and got
his flashlight.
Shining it into the beatnik’s
puss', he said, “What’s your gripe,
hoppin’, floppin’ daddi-o?”
“Beware the ides of March,
Cool Daddy Caesar.”
“What? Okay, beatnik sooth
sayer, send me your bill and a tip
of the laurel wreath.”
Many days later Cool Daddy
Caesar awoke to the plaguing of
his cool wife, Calpurnia. She had
experienced a real gone dream
that was way out there.
“Cool Daddy Caesar, please
don’t go to work today. I’m sure
something horrible will happen if
you do.”
“Get off my back,” growled
Cool Daddy Caesar.
“Okay, fatback, but you just re
member what the beatnik sooth
sayer told you,” said Calpurnia.
“What was that?” asked Cool
Daddy Caesar.
“Beware the ides of March.”
At this point, the Hot Daddies
came by and offered to give Cool
Daddy Caesar a ride.
The leader of the Hot Daddies,
Jelly-Jiving Brutus, told Cool
Daddy Caesar he was chicken.
“I dig ya—let’s bug this joint,”
replied Cool Daddy Caesar, and at
that they departed in Jelly-Jiving
Brutus’s pickup chariot.
When they arrived. Cool Daddy
'Caesar led the way into the build
ing. The Hot Daddies thronged
about him.
“Watch it, daddi-o; don’t step
on my blue suede sandals.”
At this point the assassinators
pulled out their switch blades and
surrounded poor ole Cool Daddy
Caesar. One by one they buried
their blades in him.
When Jelly-Jiving Brutus stab
bed him. Cool Daddy Caesar mut
tered, “Ya know, you’re a great
guy.”
Then he was out of it and all
the Hot Daddies fled, leaving a
real gone cat lying on the steps.
Et tu, Brutus; get off my back!” Above is the reassassination of Caesar.
The villains and victim are (left to right) Keith Sedberry, Tommy
Parham, Wayne Harrison, Charlie McPherson and Jeff Weavil.