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THE LEXHIPEP
Friday, March 24, 1950
Quill and Scroll
Inducts New Members
The Quill and Scroll inducted its
new members for the year during the
last high school assembly period. The
first pan, of the induction was a for
mal ceremony, in which the new mem
bers were notified publicly of their
honor. After a serious induction, five
of the new members gave a delightful
skit depicting the trials of a novelist
wnen he was interviewed by two “rov
ing" reporters. Those taking part in
the piay, "Thanks for the Interview,"
were Bobby Lee Parr, the novelist;
Janet Brown and Charles HUl, re
porters; Mary Alice Wilson, the maid;
and Sonny Timberlake, a friend of
the novelist.
The “second” part of the mduction
in the LEJCHIPEP room
with old an new members present.
All the new members proved quite
hilarious in their presentations of the
articles they had to write impromptu
as a part of their initiation. The
climax of the initiation was a big feeu
(furmshed by the new members, oi
coursei, which everyone thoroughly
enjoyed.
■me members of the Quill ana
Scroll are taxen from the staffs oi
the LEA.HIPEP and LEXICON, the
school paper and annual. Their in
duction into the club is in recognition
of tneir journalistic and business
ability, which has been displayed in
their worx. The only member in
ducted mto the club who is a mem
ber of neither staff was Uobert Mims,
wno has contributed generously to
the literary page of the LEXHiPEB.
'me members chosen from the staffs
are as follows;
NEW MEMBERS
LEXICON: Marvin Crow, “Corky”
King, Carlton Everhart, “Sonny” I'lm-
beriaxe, Joan Kearns, Charles Hill,
Betty jean Saunders, Patsy Nance.
ijjtXiiiPEP: Carroll Leonard, Bob
by Lee parr, Mary Alice Wilson, Peg
gie McCulloch, Peggy Costner, Lois
Jinn Mariey, Janet Brown, Nancy
Tnomasoii, “Teeny” Kedwine, Joanie
Green, Buddy BecK, Betsy Stoner.
Harriet Leonard And
Henrietta Bruton
Delegates to Honor
Society Convention
The aimual North Carolina State
Conference of the National Honor
Society was held March 3-4 at Con
cord. The delegates from Lexington
High School, Harriet Leonard and
Henrietta Bruton, attended all the ses
sions, which were held in the audi
torium of Concord High School.
The interesting program included
several challenging speeches, high
lighted by an Inspiring address by
the Honorable Frank P. Graham,
United States Senator. Another de
lightful event was the banquet held
the evening of March 5 at Hotel Con
cord, and the dance at the Boys’ Club
later in ,,the evening. The delegates
also took part in an open forum,
which discussed methods used to ele
vate standards of scholarship.
In the closing session, Luther Barn-
hardt of Concord was elected presi
dent for the year 1950-51. It should
be of particular interest to note that
next year’s convention will be held
in Salisbury.
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What Fools We
Mortals Be
ff
—Harriet Leonard
Key Clubbers
Enjoy Convention
Representing the L.H.S. Key Club
at the Carollnas District Convention
in Winston-Salem on February 24-25
were delegates Earl Everhart and Jack
Evans, and other members, Victor
Klrkman,- Buddy Beck, Robert Sutton-,
and Earl Craven. .
Robert Sutton placed third in the
Oratorical Contest, thus giving Lex
ington its first outstanding honor in
the district.
Tlie members spent an enjoyable
week end In the Rdbert E. Lee Hotel,
(Continued on page seven)
Much Ado About Nothing
I wish to continue my custom of revealing secrets of the Senior Class
by explaining that new noble stride, majestic carriage, and commanding
voice that the Seniors have been displaying lately. I’m sure that you have
noticed it, and perhaps you are wondering just what has happened. ’The cause
of all this is that the Seniors’ long-awaited calling cards have arrived.
You would be surprised how different a person feels when he receives
a box of little pieces of cardboard (beautiful, snow-white, velvety to the touch,
symmetrical, appealing, and with just that touch of elegance), and there in
the exact center—his name (distinguished and artistic) delicately engraved
in flowing letters. He suddenly realizes what an excellent choice his parents
made when they selected his name. Has ever anything been so soul-stirring?
The Senior no longer cows when called upon in class to recite; he sim
ply admits that he doesn’t know, in a voice so ringing and triumphant that
the teacher almost forgets to give him a zero. The Senior is no longer afraid
to speak to the members of the faculty man-to-man, or woman-to-woman,
as the case may be. He is no longer ashamed of staying in after school for
some little difference in school clocks and his watch.
He has his calling cards now. He is “a man, my son.”
The Taming of the Shrew
Are you planning to be a teacher when you graduate from coltege? You
are? Have you ever taught a class? You haven’t? I thought' not. Ah,
little innocent, I too wished to be a teacher at one time. But now, broken
hearted and disillusioned, I am sadly contemplating my future career and
am seriously considering becoming a truck driver (that is, if I can pass my
driver’s course).
This all started one fateful day when Mr. Clark (of the old, rugged
pioneer stock) got the bright idea of letting several of his economic stu
dents teach his class for a few days. You can imagine who got the first
chance. (Goody! Goody!)
I had to teach the devastatingly interesting chapter on “Exchange,
Value, and Prices.” I knew nothing at all about it (not that I do now),
so I took my book home and applied myself diligently. The next day at the
beginning of the sixth period as I got up to start th-e chapter, my mind
became a complete blank. But to prove that I, too, was of the old, rugged
pioneer stock, I gripped the book in shaking hands (mine) and began to
read aloud.
Need I go into the agony of thos-e few days? I was surprised how dif
ferent my classmates looked when I was up in the front of the room trying
to explain the lesson. Instead of being comrades in crime, they were now
fiandish creatures, delighting in asking me questions that I hadn’t the slight
est idea how to answer. And did the economics teacher help me out? No!
He just sat back and laughed while I made a complete fool of myself.
Brannan farm plan! Supply and demand! Parity prices! Ouch!
And that is why I am so moody and pensively solemn these days. This
early bird surely got hold of an indigestible worm.
Measure for Measure
After being coaxed for years in various social studies and English classes
to read more than just the comics and Walter Winchell’s gossip, I finally
got around to looking in the first section. What I found was so thought-
provoking that I feel obligated to pass the good word along.
“Is there a painless way for a high school girl to raise her grades?” This
question caught my eye immediately. Reading further, I discovered that the
old method of studying hard is all wrong. The never-fail method is to ask
the brightest boy in your class to help you. And if something interesting
develops from there, let it.
Tlie fact that this article was written by a man (Dr. Albert Wiggam) is
quite obvious. To tell th-e truth, I’m surprised that the poor dear boys
haven’t realized it before. Such ni^thods are just natural with most girls*
and the others soon catch on. But in case you girls haven’t, now you know.
And just because the boys are wise to what’s going on, that’s no reason why
the gals should changte their methods. (The boys still lap it up, even the
smart ones. “Report cards, here we come. (Watch out for the stampede,
Bobby Lee, Jimmy Dan, and Sid.)
Going on to the editorial page, I found an editorial that stated, that
current affairs is the most neglected part of the school courses. “Teenagers
seem to be almost totally Ignorant of the history that is being made today.”
All we read is the comics.
Well, for heaven’s sake, what can you learn from the front page that
comics can’t teach you? What spy trial could be any more gruelling than
the trial of Snuffy Smith’s bodacious pappy? Could the Russians that walk
out of the United Nations be any more explosive than Maggie is at Jiggs?
Or maybe even the hydrogen bomb? I don’t think there is a better example
of countries meddling in each other’s business than Dagwood Bnmstead and
Herb Woodley. Dagwood’s sandwiches would surely go a long way toward
disposng of the government surplus of potatoes and eggs. And if Congress
men had the financial technique of Penny, wouldn’t all their worries be over?
I say, “Comics forever!” How about you?
All’s Well That Ends Well
Since our Clublicity column has expired, I feel inspired to tell you about
one of the more important club meetings that has taken place. Tlie Quill
and Scroll held its annual initiation rites one Wednesday evening in the
LEXHIPEP Room. Guests were greeted at the front door by silence, which
lasted only until they turned the corner. I might add that this was a
very formal occasion—everybody wore shoes.
The guests were welcomed by a receiving line consisting of the refresh
ment chairman, who collected all the sandwiches so generously donated by
the new members. ’Then the guests were pushed into Senior English class
(Mrs. Hedrick’s domain). 'The room was tastefully decorated by charming
portraits of Wllyam Shakespeare, Macbeth’s bloody hand, and the three
ALUMNI
—Martha Hooper
This month the LEHIPEP staff
proudly presents its choice of the
“Alumnus of the Month,” Mr. Billy
Joe Leonard, son of the Reverend
and Mrs. Odell Leonard.
Billy Joe graduated from Lexington
High in 1943. He entered Catawba
College and is now majoring in re
ligion and minoring in physical edu
cation. He plans to follow in his
father’s footsteps by being a minister.
Upon graduation from Catawba in
June, Billy Joe plans to work with
Reverend Leonard at the Second Re
formed Church of this city. Next
fall he will enter the seminary in
Lancaster, Pennsylvania.
Billy Joe managed the basketball
team at Catawba in ’43 and ’44 and
football and baseball in ’46 and ’47.
Other than having brain and brawn,
Billy Joe is also an actor. He has
appeared in “Broke Clock” and “While
Milk Clabbered,” and last year starred
in “Julius Caesar.” He also recently
took the leading role in “The Man
Who Came to Dinner.”
two years in the United States Navy,
Our “Alumnus of the Month” served
entering in June of ’44. He was in
the South Pacific for nineteen months
as a gunner’s mate on an Auxiliary
Repair Ship.
The LEXHIPEP’S “choice” served
his country during World War II and
hopes to serve all mankind as a Min
ister of the Gospel in his future life.
Editor’s Note—Does the Class of ’43
remember Billie Joe’s memorable dra
matization of “The Night Before
Christmas” when he jumped out the
window in the Senior English room
and waved “A Merry Christmas to
all, and to all a good night”?
witches in “Macbeth”. The long ta
ble had as a centerpiece a conglom
eration of swords, daggers, and some
queer thing that Ross insisted was a
taper, but which actually looked like
a headless chicken. Around this cen
terpiece were arranged various book
lets and contracts on “Macbeth” and
Shakespeare, which added much cul
tural interest to the atmosphere.
When the meeting began, our ex
tinguished prez, Ang Lindsey, P.H.D.,
P.D.Q., called the meeting to order.
Five minutes later, when the meet
ing had finally come to order, the
program was quickly dispensed with
in favor of going in to dinner.
The members filed into the LEXHI
PEP room quietly, knocking over some
poor soul who was holding the door.
Delicious sandwiches, caviar, and
champagne were served, and pictures
were taken of each guest at the mo
ment when he had his mouth full.
The more fastidious guests were given
napkins, but the more daring ven
tured it without napery.
The entertainment consisted of ar
ticles written by our guests and read
aloud by them. Mrs. Hedrick and Mr.
McCoy were the subject of several,
as well as somebody else whose name
I cannot recall at this moment. Well,
every initiation has to have ONE goat,
and “yours truly” was not ignored.