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THE FULL MOON
Friday, March 30, 1962
The Full Moon
Published Monthly By
Mrs. Fry’s Journalism Class
EDITORIAL STAFF
Editor Harriet Reeves
Managing'Editor Sherry Pegram
News Editor Nancy Russell
News Writers Jackie Barbee, Judy Almond, Marie
Ruffat, Rowena Kluttz, Mary Ellen
Bowen, Sandra Huneycutt.
Feature Editor - Loretta Holt
Feature Writers Brenda Smith, Gay Snuggs, Sylvia
Wall, Jane Crutchfield, Frances
Sides, Vivian Smith, Becky Moss,
Brenda Morris.
Sports Editor Don Simpson
Sports Writers Eddie McLester, Lester Bivens,
Skippy Baldwin.
Business Manager Edward Lowder
Assistant Business Manager John Gore
Typing Editor Judy Almond
Circulation Manager... Robert Throneburg
Faculty Advisor - Mrs. Paul B. Fry
The Hitchhikeis
It has been said that there are two kinds of people in this world
those who are willing to work and those who are willing to let them.
Hitchhiking—catching a free “ride” at the expense of someone
else, is a practice which seems to be gaining in popularity not only
among students at A.S.H.S. but also among students at a large num
ber of other high schools. It is indeed a rare student who has not
engaged in some form of hitchhiking during his school career. Even
the most scrupulous student sometimes finds himself hitchhiking his
way through classes via copies of his friends’ homework papers.
While it is true that book reports, themes, projects, and note
books often have that annoying habit of being due all at the same
time, this situation does not excuse any student from passing off an
other’s efforts and accomplishments as his own.
Purchasing the talents of an accomplished fellow student in order
to produce a project, buying a book report, or “borrowing” a class
mate’s homework—these forms of hitchhiking, no matter how justi
fiable they may seem at the time, are synonymous with that ugly
practice known as cheating.
A student may engage in other forms of hitchhiking which,
though not exactly dishonest, serve nevertheless, to injure his reputa
tion as far as those students affected by his hitchhiking are concerned.
Pity the poor committee chairman who discovers that half of
his committee members, especially the ones so anxious to see their
names in the newspaper, have disappeared without doing any of the
work to be done. Consequently, the chairman must undertake the
entire project and all the work it entails by himself. His wayward
committee members will, by the way, be on hand without fail when
it is completed in order to receive “their” share of the credit.
However, this situation can happen in reverse. The club officer
or committee chairman who agrees to undertake a project and then
shifts all of the responsibility and work to those serving on his com
mittee is guilty of hitchhiking in the first degree.
Each year there are, of course, those few students who pretend
to want to help with the Junior-Senior Prom but who actually plan
to wait around just long enough to get into a group .snapshot taken
for the annual. If anyone tries to assign them a job, they vanish
quicker than Banquo’s ghost.
Such students forfeit more than the respect of their friends; they
also forfeit the wonderful and invaluable experience of making the
annual Junior Class dream a reality.
E-Day, The Sixth Of March
Exactly what took place here at A.S.H.S. on that fateful day of
March 6—that long-awaited, long dreaded day which the teachers
spoke of in urgent whispers as “E-Day, the Sixth of March”?
Perhaps an editorial written by an editor who is just as confused
as anyone else around here could shed a dim light on the matter.
Any way it couldn’t do any harm, so here goes.
Several days prior to March 6, floors were swept, desks were
waxed, elaborate bulletin boards were assembled, projects were dusted
off, lesson outlines were planned, and a large brown spider was un
mercifully evicted from his home in the Full Moon office. All of
these preparations were carried out in the hope that they would enable
A.S.H.S. to make a good impression on . . . The Committee.
March 6 dawned dreary and soggy. However, The Committee
was greeted by the shining, scrubbed faces of the A.S.H.S. faculty
members, who couldn’t have been any more nervous if they had been
preparing for the committee’s visit only two minutes instead of two
years, as was the case.
The committee members nodded and smiled and announced that
they had come (as if anybody didn’t know), “to observe an ordinary
school day.”
They interrupted classes . . . took notes . . . didn’t look at the
bulletin boards . . . lost their way in the building . . .took notes .
ignored the teachers’ greetings . . . glanced through the textbooks
. . . took notes . . . peered nearsightedly at the students . . . took
notes . . . commented on the food . . . asked questions . . . took notes
. . . walked up the wrong side of the steps . . . took notes . . . talked
with the teachers and ended their visit on a sour note, or rather several
sour notes, which upset a few of the teachers when the co-ordinator
read them aloud.
However, there was no reason for chagrin on anyone’s part
A.S.H.S. was “weighed in the balance,” and very little was found
wanting.
Principal H. T. Webb, in expressing his thanks to all of those who
devoted their time and efforts to assist in the A.S.H.S. evaluation pro
gram, stated that the committee’s suggestions would be used “to im
prove our school program” in the necessary areas.
Anyone coming across a large brown spider wandering around the
halls is requested to direct him to the Full Moon office where he may
live in peace until the next evaluation committee visits this school
ten years from now.
The Rippei Is Loose
Ripper strikes again in the A.S.H.S. library! Pages are missing,
and many have been drawn or colored on with pencils., This is the
work of the Ripper. Who can it be? Could it possibly be the Stu
dents?
Students often don’t realize that the books in the school library
are to be used to help them. The books should be treated with great
care. Just a little tear can lead to a larger one, so please, stop it with
a little tape! It won’t take long!
Look around! If you see the Ripper, stop him! Remember,
s^me people still like to read!
Non-Censored
Nonsense
Products Sail Ship
While still at sea, the good
ship Blue Bonnet lost all her
equipment when a great Tide
swept over her, and to Add to the
other miseries of the crew, a hun
gry Honey Bee had gotten loose.
This caused a grand catastrophe,
with everyone running around
like a Comet. A pail of water
was overturned on Grandma’s
Lye Soap, producing a Sudsy,
Foamy effect of Super Suds on
the ship.
Ajax and Mr. Clean began
working together which was Les
Toil fox both of them, to make
the deck Spic 'n Span.
Meanwhile Rinso Blue the horn
signaling their entrance into
Bud’s Chesapeake Bay. Now,
Texize the situation and calls for
Handy Andy to check with Aunt
Jemima to see if Borden is the
one who has been pasting a Red
Band on everything to distin
guish his belongings from Scot
ties. He had to take a Pledge
not to do it again, for at one time
he Sanka ship because of his
playfulness.
In spite of all, everyone was
full of Joy and good Cheer. The
captain was overflowing with
Praise for the grand show of Zest
by all his crew.
Teacher
Of The Month
We are happy to salute Mr. H.
T. Webb, who has won fame in
two fields, as this month’s
“Teacher of the Month.”
As football coach for A.H.S.,
Mr. Webb won his 100th victo.ry
before resigning his post.
In 1958 Mr. Webb took the po
sition of principal of Junior High
School. After serving in this ca
pacity for two years he was given
the position of principal of
A.S.H.S. For two years he has
successfully filled this post.
Shortly after Mr. Webb became
principal of A.S.H.S., the school
began a revaluation program in
order to prepare for re-accredita
tion. Mr. Webb took his new job
and all the extra responsibilities
of the evaluation program in
stride and manner becoming a
person of his great caliber.
With an optimistic attitude, a
deep sense of .responsibility, and
a high degree of dedication to his
job. Mr. Webb faithfully perform
ed with the interest of the stu
dents and school in mind.
Believing in the students of
A.S.H.S., he encourages them to
work hard and to set their goals
high.
“You can go to college,” he
states. And then he goes to work
to help the student arrange fi
nancial help. This is a typical
exampl'? of Mr. Webb’s interest
in A.S.KS. studentr.
Inquisitive Inquisitor
Question: What Do Your Parents
Think of the Twist?
Ode To Sprng
The fever of spring has just be
gun
And woe to all the teachers.
’Cause that’s the time that one
fo.rgets
And studies of spring’s features.
You sit in class and dream the
most
Of a roftly blov/ing breeze.
Of biids that soar up high in the
And sing in the tops of the trees.
But then with a start, you’re
brought back here
And you wonder “What is the
m 9.ttGr ^ ^ *
The teacher is scowling and
beckons to you
Amid all the fuss and chatter.
So fox the wonderful dream you
had,
You stay in after school
To write a theme called “Don’t
Daydream”
An’ you gotta play it cool.
Look out the window and sigh
a bit.
Then back to the pen and paper.
You know you’ve got to finish it,
Or very mad you’ll make her.
GIRLS
“They're wild about it!” They
do it all the time!—Susan Rog
ers.
“I suppose they just take it
for granted. They never say
anything.”—Gay Snuggs.
“My father likes it because
Mother won’t do it and he can
dance by himself.”—Jane Crutch
field.
“My mother’s too fat to try it.”
—Jane Boaz.
“They won’t do it because it
hurts their sides.”—Bobbie At
kins.
“Daddy thinks he’s the great
est Twister there ever was and
we don’t tell him any different!”
—Brenda Morris.
“Daddy thinks a Twister looks
like a centipede with the hot
foot!”—Harriet Reeves.
“My father think it’s .danger
ous.”—Jackie Barbee.
“They think it’s good for me
because it might help me lose
weight.”—Janice Hearne.
“Mother doesn’t mind if I do
it, but she doesn’t like to see it
done in public.”—Betty Morton.
“My daddy likes it, but he’s
too fat to do it.”—Judy Starnes.
“My father likes it; Mother
thinks it’s vulgar.”—Sheila Har
ris.
“They think it’s revolting!”—
Vivian Smith.
“I don’t even think Mother
knows what it is!”—Betty Re veil.
“They don’t!”—Judy Wilson.
“They think it’s all right but
my father doesn’t like for rhy
mother to do it.”—^Judy Hesley.
“My mother doesn’t like it be
cause she can’t do it.”—Dink
Morton,
“They don’t see anything the
matter with it. It’s O.K. by
them.”—Janet Allred.
“My mother likes to see my sis
ter do it. She kids about it a
lot.”—Loretta Holt.
“Each generation comes up
with its own dance and this is
yours. So enjoy it!”—Mrs, Fry.
“It really looks like a lot of
fun. I wish I had the time to
learn it.”—Miss Thomas.
BOYS
“They want to learn how!”—
Lester Bivens.
“I don’t know. Mother doesn’t
talk; she just keeps twisting.’^—
Tony Furx.
“I haven’t heard my parents
discuss it, but I feel it’s just like
any other dance craze. They
come and they go.”—Eddie Mc
Lester.
“My parents think it’s fine. My
little sister can really go!”—Tom
my Little.
“I don’t know. I never asked
them.”—Ray von Laton.
“I like the Twist. My parents
haven’t said anything, but they
don’t mind me twisting.”—^Larry
Hatley.
“They think it’s a passing fad
just like the Charleston was, but
they like it.”—Kenneth York.
“They think it beats the Big
Apple!”—Dannie Davis.
“I don’t know. I haven’t asked
them lately. My aunt hates it.”
—Monty Montgomery.
“They have opinions—all posi
tive!”—Hinky Tucker.
“They don’t think; they don’t
smoke either.”—Annoymous.
“What’s the Twist?” — Mike
Burleson.
“Hmmm.”—Johnny Fesperman.
“My parents invented the
Twist!”—Neville Patterson.
“They’re too old to even think.”
—Bobby Richards.
“Daddy likes to do it better
than I do. It’s good for his stom
ach.”—Charles Stockton.
“You couldn’t print what my
mother thinks of the Twist!”—
Edward Lowder.
“My parents think teenagers
need a mo,re constructive past
time.”—Robert Throneburg.
“My father does a cross be
tween the Twist and the Charles
ton!”—John Gore.
CAMPUS CHATTER
Hi Gang,
Strange things have been happening since we wrote you last.
Colonel John Glenn made his terrific orbital flight through space, the
evaluation committee visited A.S.H.S., and our Senior High students
learned how to play “Red Rover,” “Rhythm,” and five-card “Poker”!
We sincerely hope that the teachers and Mr. Webb have recover
ed from their many hard hours of work on the evaluating program.
A few students seemed to have a rough time at the evaluation ban
quet eating that fried chicken. Whoever heard of eating chicken with
a knife and fork anyway?
The music in the lounge at lunch is sure to be a great success.
There v/as a real live party up there the first day it was opened;
however, the only couples who were brave enough to dance were
Tommy and Sherry, Sheila and Mickey, and Vonda and Ronald. Some
of those standing by and “jest watchin’ ” were Judy Wilson, Bar
bara Doby, Larry Solomon, Mike Skidmore, Loretta Holt, Vivian
Smith, Ellen Hatley, Judy Hudson, Nancy Stoker, and Rowena
Kluttz.
The Honor Society has been very busy these past few weeks. We
heard that Mr. Hatley almost missed the “Tea Party”! Then there
was the Honor Society’s great version of “Frankie and Johnny,” pro
duced and directed by Barbara Doby. This was the group’s annual
entertainment for the Rotary Club. We understand there was an
overweight sheriff in the skit who really made the show great. How
about that, Margaret?
Yes, there was a little snow, but so little that prayers from every
classroom were almost audible! It seems the flakes just floated
around but never “made contact” with earth! Some other snow jobs
have been pretty successful, though. Right, Betty and Ronnie?
Bobbie and Jerry, Chuck and Linda, and “Dink” and Johnny seem to
like the snow too.
Welcome back, Miss Caughman! It’s really great to have you
home again. We hear you really received a lot of cards and letters
—even an electric blanket and some of that “sweet-smellin’ ” stuff!
Prom time is rapidly approaching. Some of the couples who may
be expected to be there are Kenneth York and Claudia Hall, Jane
Greer and Steve Griffin, Linda Lefler and Arthur Sells, and Ellen
Hatley and Jeff Underwood.
Gang, you’ll probably feel “O. D.” rocking all the way up here on
the day after the prom. Some of the lucky couples who’ve already
made “big beach plans” are Jane Crutchfield and Bob Gaines, Sher
ry Pegram and "rommy Little, Bobby Richards and Marie Ruffat,
Sylvia Wall and Dannie Davis, Ellen Efird and Benny Harwood, and
Lloyd Crisco and Jane Stoker. We know ya’ll really have a blast!
Congratulations go to Sylvia, Sheila, and Janice, who will be debs
this year. These girls will surely represent their towh beautifully,
we know.
Did we hear the “Winston Trio” singing in our parking lot?
That’s great, boys! Keep it up because we all enjoy your “serenades,”
even though the Junior lunch period falls betv/een the Sophomore
and the Senior.
Bye For Now,
Look and Crook