A Christmas Story
BY LUCINDA OLIVER
As the church bells chimed from the comer, little
Anna opened her sleepy eyes and looked at the bare
walls of the dreafy little room in the tenement
hou.'e that she called home. Anna realized that it
was Christmas eve; she knew there would be no
presents for her because her mother had died the
joar before and now her father, also in poor health,
had lost his job. Anna knew that none of the other
children around her would have much Christmas
either because all the money anyone could get
would be spent for the bare necessities of life. There
was much sickness and disease among them all.
Lilt was always the same here, everyone strugg
ling for existence and living each day as it came.
Today, for some reason, things seemed different tc
Auu3 . She got up, dressed, and since there was little
food to prepare she wandered out in the icy morn
Anna felt tired all the time, but she thought It
Vk'as because of the work she had to do; and she
gave little thought to the cold that she had tried to
iet rid of or the weight she had lost until the other
day when she coughed up blood. This morning she
did not think about these things.
Anna was walking slowly to the church where the
bells had so sweetly chimed and awakened her that
monnng. From inside came the most beautiful
music she had ever heard. “Joy To the World, the
Liord is Come....”. Anna entered the church and sat
on one of the back seats and heard the beautiful
Ciinstmas story of the birth of little Lord Jesus.
After the service was over, Anna
started slowly back to the tene
ment house but her physical
strength Just could not last. She
tell unconscious to the snow-
Anaa was found by a kind man who took her to
tni i;ospital. There she found, when an X-ray was
:niade.Jhat sbe.a!as §. vi2J,im. of that dreaded disease
^--tuberculosis. If only she had taken advantage of
a life chest X-ray when the unit was in town sev-
c;ral v/eeks ago! If only she had secured a chest X-
fiom the free clinics that are provided for peo-
IH£ BLACKBIRD, KOCKY MOUNT SENIOR EIIGH dCBOOL
TUESDAY, DfiCEIVlBER 15, 1&5S
Good the Year ’Round
Why You Are Santa
Do you bv;iieve in Santa Claus? You don’t?—That’s
strange bocau^c lleip to make, and are part of,
Instead ol iiijii;Jii3-
who brings Luys to litui
look at hull.
^anta. Claus as just the man
0 eliiidren, let’s take a broader
Santa Claus is coo'ay’s symbol of what began two
pie who cannot afford to pay for them! Why hadn’t t tnOUSand. S.g’G i'-uC birtll of Clir-St. The WiSG
ilie lemembered that Christmas Seal money paid
for the films used in the free clinics! She should
have r.emembered that when the tuberculosis germ
is found, patients are sent to a Tuberculosis Hospi
tal where proper rest, medicine, food and care are
provided. She knew of such a hospital—not far
fr 'tn her home—where she had seen relatives and
fi 'eads visit their loved ones.
V/ell, Anna was sent to this very hospital. When
her father visited her. she found out that he now
had a steady job; and he promised her that when
she was well again, maybe they could move away
iiom those dingy rooms to a little white cottage.
When the visit was over, Anna said goodby to her
father and reminded him to buy Christmas Seals
lie told her he was going to do Just that; for even
though he was not able to pay for the fine medical
attention she was receiving, at least he could do his
small part and buy Christmas Seals.
Ed. Note. The above article, written by Lncinda
Oliver was the first place winner in the recent
TB contest, sponsored by the National TB Asso
ciation and the Columbia Scholastic Press Asso
ciation. Julian Aldridge won second place. His
article is printed elsewhere on this page.
men and siiepiiurU:. rt:;rt^d bringing gifts of good will
to the baby JeL>us—Lon of God. 'ihe entire purpose of
Santa is to psj pttuat^j these tilings. What other being,
other than G «d, cf ii bring as much happiness as
Santa does in one day?
Anyone who does any of these things is helping
Santa grow and remain “King for a day.”
See now why youTe a part of Santa Claus?
Life Of A Christmas Seal
BY JULIAN ALDRIDGE
I am a Christmas Seal. I have a body Just as you
have. My body also has limbs with which to help
fight and conquer one of your most deadly enemies,
the oubercle bacillusi which to most of us Is known
as Lne germ that causes tuberculosis..
Every year through my imaginary eyes I see peo
ple who have been attacked by this disease. These
t-eople have lost weight, are susceptible to colds
cougii a lot and tire easily. Then I reach out with
mv imasinai y arms and bring these people together
and Inform them v.ith my imaginary mouth that
are victims of tuberculosis.
li is true that anyone can catch tuberculosis.
-'bnong the many poople who have been struck are
congressmen, factory workers, professional athletes,
Hollywood stars, trui'!: drivers, and college presl-
deni,.^. The age of ;; roicon dcesn’t keep him from
catching tuberculoris, because a person of any age
can fall viatim to the diceai:e. It has been proved
chttt tubsrculo-sis k.ils more young people between
tt:e ages of fifteen and thirty-four than any other
Iviy imagi.nary leas lead me into many Tubercu
losis S.-in.toriums v. liDve I can help patients who are
theic for treatment. I know that in these hospitals
ineaicines ani drug^ v i'l be given to bring the germ
-indi-r control. It is thej'e that patients are given
f.roper care which conjisfcs of plenty of rest and
gocd food, \7hen it is np?eaoary, a patient can have /
a ci;est operation t;i remove a part of the lung that
lias been damaged bi' the tuberculosis germ.
With my imiginrry head I have learned how a
person catches tuberculosis. I know that it is not
.iciCdilary and that no oiia is born with it; a person
can catch it from jomccne who has an active case
of tuberculosis. Tiie three most common ways of
catcliing this dise.i .e are by breathing air that con-
tai"T the tubercle bacillus, b" kissing someone whc
has active tuberculosis, and b putting in the moutli->-
some article that his jiot been sterilized afteW^nai-
fcosii used by someone with active tuberouk)^. A
My existence i3 not p.c^iciental but is tlie resuiVW
ti!c generosity of the pecp!e of the world. Without
th3 help vind support of these people I can dc
nociiiiig. £o won’t you buy jjie and let me come into
your homes again this 3 ear as you have done in pre
vious years? Ihen as a Christmas Seal I can carry
Oil my mi: ch-needed work.
■iuu never can tell, someday I may unfortunately
r.nd you a ,victim of i.uberciilosis.
The Way Of Resolutions
i 11 mr.ke a new jeav’r: re-'olution—
j i-.^i's see—I know—:’li make straight
ly soul will start li revolution,
i.d i'll never, ever, .‘tray away.
GREETINGS FROM US
It’s here at last—we’re glad to say: The season
that’s the best The time when all our hearts are
gay. ...And days are full of zest.
Yes, once again the Yuletide’s here....and all is
happiness And all our thoughts are thoughts ol
cheer With joy we all are blest.
’Pnt peace on earth that reigned supreme In
day of yestevyear....At this time shine in brighter
oeams....JVnd angels songs we hear.
So what this staff extends to you....Js a wish for
days of cheer Merry Christmas to all of you and
a very Happy New Year!
By The Staff
Official Publication of i
Rocky Mount Senior High
IVterober of the
Columbia Scbol.'istic Press Association
Co-Editors Patsy Pearce, Valentine McMillan
News Editor Mary Lee Fountain
Sports Editcrs Gerry Gardner, Playe Hammond
Feature Editor Lucinda Oliver
Exchange Editor Anne Proctor
Literary Editor Woodrow West
Kay Sanders, Julian Aldridge
; ^rah Moore
Staff Writers , Martha Bradley, Joy Ann Hayes, Carole
Morgan, Eddie Felts, Charles Bateman,
Myrna.Kay Bell, Jean Stephenson'
Business Manager .. Carolyn Gardner
Assistant Business Manager Peggy Searcy
Advertising Manager Ruth Parmer
Assistant Advertising I'/Ca’iayer Betty Sue Cash
Circulation Manager George Knight
FACULTY ADVISER ^ Mrs. T. D. Young
Published nine times during the year by the Journalism Class of
Rocky Mount Senior Hl3;h School.
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i‘u c’jicel all my wse'.cday dates;
I’ll start with that tonight.
I'll listen in school and raise my rates.
I'll make straight “A’s” all right!
Til study real hard every day.
I'll never waste a minute—lest
I falter and fall alon^ the way
I’il always do my best.
I’ll wait till tomorrow to tell my buddy
On, boy, won’t I be quite the queen•
Well—I guess I’d better study.
Oil. gosh, didn’t our phone ring?
Hello—yes—yes—this is me.
WIial? You’re going to see Jane Dover?
O. K.—I can—um hm—I see—
Sure—all right—I’ll be right over.
By Carole Morgan
What Would You Wish?
If I could have onlv one wish that would really
colne true, what would It be? Would it be something
just lor myself or would it include others?
My wish would be that the world might find
peace, security, and happiness for always. I don’t
mean just a superficial, outside coating kind of ,
peace. I mean real pe;tce—a peace in which all men
love Gcd, country, and other men. Peace and quiet
to replace the clash of weapons and whiz of bullets!
i’euce and quiet to ease the tension built up daily it
the minds of men. A peace everlasting'for all time I
Yes, this Is what I’d wish, for What would you
wish lor? ^