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Tuesday, May 28, 1946
The Staff Rings in With
Donald Thurber: The News editor
of the Junior Pointer should like
to express his opinion ...
ah, pooey! I never get to aJd
opinion or “spice’’ to my articles.
But NOW I shall! I was glad to be
able to help on the staff! Al
though it has sometimes been dif
ficult, I have enjoyed it all!
Marilyn: So you didn’t get your
name in the paper all the
year? We begged, we plead
ed, we cajoled, we bribed, we
intimidated, we entreated for
material. And you never con
tributed one single item.
Miss Connell: I don’t want to say
N-U-T-H-I-N-’. All I want
is a shade tree, a copy of “The
Corpse With the Floating
Foot’’ and a box of snuff.
Carolyn: Well, I wanted gossip,
too! I love those little juicy
paragraphs as much as you
do. But write another news
story with Miss Connell stand
ing over me, her hammer
practically in her hand. Oh,
I had the most gossipy piece
of gossip you ever heard.
But from Miss Connell came
a blaring “NO” when I took
up my pencil. I’ll get my
liberty one of these days and
will I I'eally give out!
Dot: You wanted your name in
the Jumbled Jingles and Jots
column!! Well, I went around
to every room and begged
you to turn in funny things.
Something happened funny in
your room yesterday but
you just can’t remember it.
Maybe some of you did hand
in one little item but your
last name didn’t rhyme with
the line above. So-o-o-o your
name wasn’t in it. Nuthin’ I
can do about it. Sorry-
Be Sure Your Sins ....
.... Will Find You Out
This is an exposay. All the year, the staff has strictly observed the
rules of good journalism. It has printed nothing personal or belittling
about an individual. But now we’re telling. We’re going yellow and
present the plain unvarnished truth.
The staff feels that it has a moral responsibility to students. ’They
must be forcefully shown that they cannot always get by. The law of
averages will finally catch up with them.
Listen! The night before this paper came out, there was a half-page
blank space in this paper (RIGHT HERE). Several of the staff mem-
bei-e got together to make a desperate last-ditch stand in filling the
breach. They telephoned other members of the staff to help. And it’s
positively authentic that these are the responses they got.
Jon Barnes’ grandmother was very sorry but Jon was not
there. He was at choir rehearsal. (Why didn’t somebody tell
Mr. Serposs and the rest of the choir that a rehearsal had
Dick Thompson’s mother said she was very sorry but
that Dick had gone to Royster’s to study for Latin examina
tion. It seems that the study club was meeting. The officers
of this club are: Royster Thurman, president; Dick Thomp
son, vice-president; Russell Neese, secretary; and El Gato
Greer, chairman of public relations. (The staff had been
working at the Creative Print Shop fully an hour before Roy
ster, Dick, Russell and El Gato had traced down certain girls
(on the staff) and turned up at the print shop.
Mrs. Thurman expressed regrets that Max would be un
able to assist in the emergency. He had gone to the Y to swim.
(The staff, in a spirit of brotherly affection for Max, re
frained from telling Mrs. Thurman that this was the girls’
night to swim.)
LasL Will and Testament . . .
“Blimp” Hayworth leaves hie two w’s (weeds and wit) to Robert
Ladehoff, presicient of the Stamp Club.
210 leaves all their conduct slips from Mrs. Freeman to give Jr.
High a bang-up start on next year’s paper drive.
Max Farlowe is afraid he’s not going to leave.
Towering Gene Bouldin leaves hie height to diminutive Frank
Marilyn and Carolyn leave their journalistic ability (?) where
they found it (e.g.. Miss Connell’s book, “Experience in Joui’nalism”).
Edwin Myers leaves . . . (need we say more?).
The staff leaves Mr. Laffoon to “The Beacon.”
Jim Neely leavee his philoeophical calm to Cam Cridlebaugh.
Charlene Thomas leaves her amiable ability and efficiency to
Horace Pennington and Donald Setliff leave their sick leave slips
to the girls in the office. (“It’s this headache, Mrs. McDonald.”)
Bobby Hopkins and Bobby Padgett leave their studious natures and
abilities to make good grades to about a dozen eighth graders. That’ll
be a-plenty for all of them.
Patsy Clodfelter leaves her quiet and efficient way of getting
things done to Mary Lou Dillon. Mary Lou will need her own and all
she can borrow.
Sara Barrier leaves her knowledge of and efficiency in office doings
to nobody. She says she may need these things for a career later.
Tom Garst will just have to find someone on whom he can bestow
his artistic ability for the Junior Pointer just can’t get along with it.
Why about it, Tom? Can’t you leave it with your sister, Ann?
Jon Barnes leaves his unusual acting ability to anybody who finds
he needs a sick slip as often as Jon has.
‘‘Snacking” at the Youth Canteen
The Youth Canteen, under the
sponsorship of the Y. W. C. A.,
has formally opened for the sum
mer season. Membership cards,
which may be purchased at the
door, are priced at fifty cents. The
cards will last for a period of time
although there is a slight cover
charge of ten cents per person or
per couple upon entering the can
Any teen-ager is eligible to be
come a member of the canteen.
However, a set of rules has been
passed by the planning council,
and any member who does not
And Besides, They’re Musical
Here are the only individual Junior High entries in music
contest in Winston-Salem. All three of them received an “A”'
rating-—-Donnie Silver, with his violin; Dot Lewis, at the
piano, and Max Thurman, with his voice.
“In a quaint caravan there’s a
lady they call the gypsy.”
Thus the strains of “The Gypsy”
welcomed approximately three
hundred students to the annual
school closing tea dance. The
dance this year was given by the
eighth graders in honor of all
ninth grade students. Yellow and
green streamers and roses, serv
ing later as articles for ninth
By Evelyn Nance
graders’ memory books, decorated
the gym. Ice cream and ginger-
ale were served from three punch
bowls. These refreshments were
prepared by the new executive
committee of which Joan Ronk is
Special dances honoring the old
and new executive committees,
and members of the ninth grade
Teachers Plan Summer Vacations
Miss Berry is going to Hert
ford, N. C'., and catch the worst
case of malaria she can, because
malaria is a North Carolinian’s
excuse for laziness.
Mr. Nicholson likes to get
buried in his work so he is going
to attend a grave-digger’s con
vention in Chicargo.
Miss Craven, Miss Young, and
various other teachers are spend
ing an exciting summer—in sum
mer school! (Don’t have too much
Miss Booker is wearing a dia
mond on her third finger left
hand, a-hem! What are YOUR
plans for the summer. Miss
What Miss Winfield will do this
“Go to the country where they
never heard of I. Q.’s and shoes
and sit—and sit—and—sit!”
Mr. Morris has made this
Loaf—2 weeks. .
Mre. Freeman says: “I am go
ing to Atlantic City and let that
cool beach sand ooze through my
Diane Wagger Describes Last
Weeks Of School Impressions
abide by the rules will be
Tentative plans have been
made to open the canteen twice a
month in the future: Friday night
for Junior High and Saturday
night for Senior High. However,
guests of either school
“Only three more weeks!”
“I can hardly wait!”
“When are exams ? I dread
“Oh, I hope I win!”
“We’d better hurry. I haven’t
All these exclamations and
many more are heard at the near
ing of the end of school. They
come from the excitement of elec
tions, exams, and those other mil
lions of things that are crowded
into the last few weeks of school.
Mrs. Ross is heard to say, “Oh,
I don’t know how we’re going to
get in everything we’re supposed
“Now, people, I don’t expect
anyone to get one hundred on the
exams. But you’d better study,”
is heard from Miss Berry’s terri
(A question. Miss Berry: Who
DOES get 100?)
Elections — ooh! Those elec
tions! What fun- All those post
ers. (Half of them are torn down-
five minutes after they are put
“On the last day of school”—
this from Mrs. Hutchins—“you
can do anything—within reason!”
No one can truthfully say that
he isn’t glad school is out. At
least not for a few weeks.
“Only three more days!” says
“Next week this time we’ll be
out!” says Sally Trepke, happily.
Yes, that’s the way it is. Happy