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JUNIOR POINTER
Friday, May 27, 1938
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JUNIOR POINTER
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Published Monthly By
HIGH POINT JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL
High Point, North Carolina
THE OLD MILL
BIRD POEMS
Devoted to the Interests and Activities of High Point Junior High
School Students
(Memberf'^ est.^^ 1921 ) 1937-38^
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NANCY COX..
MARY ,TD WTT RDM
STAFF
Editor-in-Chief
Associate Editor
PTTRV PARKER
..Student Council Editor
MRS FROST
BUSINESS STAFF
Advertising Manager
GEORGE HUMPHREYS
Circulation Manager
HOME ROOM REPORTERS
Garnett Hinshaw
Jane Hulin
Grace Sampson
Thomas Holt
Virginia Snyder
Edith Seckler
James Kivett
Emily Herring
Clayborn Meekins
Bill Perry
Dorothy Thomas
Helen Cagle
Doris Lee Adams
Lottie Royals
Laura Hobbs
Eunice Mitchell
Estelle Frith
Jack Rochelle
Charles Medlin
Mary McAllister
Eddie McCormick
Margaret Long
Eleanor Younts
Rebekah Conrad
Meredith Slane
Arnold Barnes
Irene Moose
Helen Meredith
MRS. ROSS AND MISS CARTER Chief Advisers.
ASSISTANT FACULTY ADVISERS
Miss Munroe Miss Connell
Mrs. Beaman Mrs. Briggs
Miss Brown Miss Whitehead
Mrs. Williams
FRIDAY, MAY 27, 1938
LAST WILL AND
TESTAMENT
(Margaret Price)
We, the class of 1938, do this day.
May eighteenth, nineteen hundred
and thirty-eight, record our last will
and testament. We do by the ap
proval of the undersigned, make the
following bequests;
SECTION I
(Individual Bequests)
Article I—Royster Thurman wishes
to bequeath his knowledge of the
dictionary to Emily Herring.
Article II—To Miss Deans, Mrs.
Moffitt leaves her success as Student
Council adviser.
Article III — Lawrence Holmes,
who thinks he can spare a little of
his height, leaves a foot of it to
Billy Peak.
Article IV—To Helen Bissett, Bill
Currie leaves his entire wit which he
has so kindly shed upon us during
these long-suffering years at Junior-
High.
Article V—Roy Lee Grant wishes
to bequeath his slim figure to
Eleanor Younts.
Article VI—Nancy Cox and Mary
Jo Wilson leave to the incoming
Junior Pointer staff their excellent
reportorial abilities.
Article VII—Bill Price bequeaths
his powers at basketball to John
McFarland.
Article VIII—To Phyllis Freeman,
Martha Williams leaves her voice.
Article IX—Ross Hedrick wishes
to bequeath his beneficial heart to
Helen Craven.
Article X—To Jack Burris, Bill
Currie leaves part of his gift of gab.
SECTION II
(Faculty Bequests)
Article I—To Mrs. Ranson we
leave our appreciation for every
thing she has done for us and Junior-
High.
Article II—To Miss Deans we
leave a student body that will work
industriously and faithfully at their
studies.
Article III—To Mr. Ellington we
leave long fingernails for him to
chew on at the exciting basketball
games.
Article IV—To Miss Poole we will
an excellent soccer team for the year
1938-39.
In witness thereof we hereunto
affix our signature.
THE CLASS OF 1938.
Sworn to in my presence,
Mary Frances Holt.
Ross Hedrick.
Notorious to the Public.
205 GOES PICNICKING
SAY IT WITH SLOGANS
(Mary Jo Wilson)
Wednesday afternoon a joyous
crowd left Junior High School load
ed down with picnic lunches. Across
the street and through the path went
the group chattering like magpies.
We ended up at Betty Brockman’s
home where we left our lunches and
went whooping down the hill to the
lake. Luckily, no one fell in or even
got his feet wet. Now here’s where
the fun came in. Miss Carter of
fered a nickel to the boy who could
roll the straightest and fastest down
a grassy hill which ended perilously
near a stream of water. To keep
anyone from rolling in, a light bri
gade was formed commanded by Ed
ward Knight. Herbert Hodgin came
first and was presented with the
nickel. Then we proceeded to the top
of the hill and enjoyed games under
a huge spreading oak tree.
By this time everyone agreed that
it was time to eat. So the drinks,
which Mr. Smith had so kindly kept
on ice and delivered, were opened
and the eating began. Then to our
surprise and joy who should appear
but Mrs. Corrigan with ice cream
for all. When the last bite was eaten
and paper cleared away, we gath
ered for pictures which Betty
snapped.
It was growing late, so we all de
parted for home, happy after having
such a jolly time.
TO OUR SCHOOL
AWAITING
(Jack Rochell)
One night when it was, oh, so dark,
I went walking in the park;
I looked up on a high, high hill
And there sat an old, old mill.
I walked up the high, high hill
And walked into the old, old mill.
’Twas the merry month of May
And all the ghosts were away
I walked into a spooky room
And didn’t find anything but a
broom.
I turned and threw it away
And then decided I would stay.
Another room I then spied
And said, I’d enter if I died;
I opened the old, old door
And stepped on the creaky floor.
It gave a creak that made me jump
And in my throat I felt a lump.
I shone my light around the room
And there I saw a great big loom;
I turned it once, I turned it twice
And then my heart turned to ice;
That noise, that noise, what could
it be.
That noise that so frightened me?
I looked out the door and what did
I see ?
Two ghosts were after me.
I felt myself falling, falling, and 1
hit the floor,
I looked up and there I saw mother
standing in the door.
I fell out of bed, said I,
I must have eaten too much pie.
The very next time I go to bed
I’ll tie a string around my head
To remind me not to dream such
crazy things.
Or maybe next time I’ll sprout
wings.
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A bird was flying in the sky
When all at once he looked down.
He saw a scarecrow in the rye.
Then he flew right around
To hunt some other resting place
Where he could find some worms.
To rid the people of these pests
And feed them to his young.
He found this place,
A haven of beautiful things it
seemed.
Someone's beautiful garden
With millions of things he’d never
dreamed.
He settled in an apple tree
And gazed with wonder and awe.
Before he ever started to hunt
Delicious worms, nice, fat, and raw.
I saw a tiny robin’s nest
All cozy in a tree,
I saw the watchful mother
Guarding her babes of three.
The father was hunting worms for
them
To feed their hungry mouths.
And fill their empty stomachs
To help them with their growth.
But soon changes came over them.
They yearned for bigger things.
They wanted to see the big, cruel
woi-ld
And have a taste of its sting.
Their mother, just to satisfy them.
Put for them, their flying lesson on
One by one, they tried it.
Till the frightful thing was over
and done.
—Cathryne Albertson.
A smile, a song, and a joyful heart.
We students boast abroad;
Forever in our hearts we carry
Glory, praise, and laud.
For all the wondrous things you’ve
given
To help us on our way
To honor, success, and happiness.
We thank you this glorious day.
We thank you for the times we’ve
had.
Among your lofty towers and trees.
For we know they can ne'er be
equaled
Though we search o’er the seven
seas.
We thank you for our splendid
teachers.
Who shared with us their knowledge
And taught us all the better things
of life
That were never taught in a college.
Our school, our school.
We’re sorry to leave you now;
But ever you’ll be cherished in our
niem’ries
As we give you this parting vow.
—Cathryne Albertson.
ROOM 206 TAKES A LOOK
INTO FUTURE AND SEES
MEMBERS IN YEAR 1950
(Continued From Page 1)
secretary. Those two large eyes saw
Joseph Wood on a cattle ranch out
west. Bob Hedrick was seen owning
and operating the High Point Gro
cery.
John Bennett has become one of
those tobacco auctioneers. Bob Cow
an has taken the place of his father
and is conducting the High Point
Boys’ Club.
Last, but not least, those two large
eyes viewed Roy Lee Grant owning
and operating the Grant Funeral
Home.
Room 206, taking off her spec-
LETTERS TO THE EDITOR
Dear Editor:
“Gentle” rivalry was in the air
when names were drawn for a cer
tain picnic. If you listen closely while
you are around a couple of rooms up
stairs, you might hear; “Trade with
me, please. She isn’t so bad but I
want to take .” He still persists
so the tormented shouts vehement
ly; “See if I ever speak to you
again! Just wait until I tell the
gang! Aw, come on, be a pal! I just
can’t stand ! ' Awright. Don’t
then, see if I care!”
These are just some of the few
conversations existing upstairs. Also
please note that all of this said with
force but under cover. He doesn’t
like her but wouldn’t have her know
it for the world. “Ah! Such is life.”
Yours still listening,
THE PUBLIC.
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Dearest Editor:
If you recall a few weeks ago the
elementary children were over to
sing at various intervals. Well, I
happen to sit next to the windows
in civics and when the practice was
over. I’d take delight in looking out
at the children scampering to the
cars. Oh, my goodness, you should
have seen those tots running over
our beautiful lawn. It was out
rageous! Every time someone stepped
on that precious grass, my heart
fairly took a leap! To think anyone
could have no regard for civic
beauty! They just didn’t seem to
know how to care for plant life like
the “sweet and thoughtful stu
dents” of dear old Junior High-
Gracious! It makes me shrink at the
very idea that any pupil would even
think about walking upon unseen
life. And that’s exactly what they
were doing! Believe me, I was
thoroughly shocked, and so much
so until I couldn’t resume my civics
lesson!
Very sincerely yours,
MISS PRISS.
tacles with a daze, was proud of
the success of her former' studen
—Margardt McIntyre and
Lois Swaim.
KINNEY SHOE CO.
EDUCATOR SHOES
For the Entire Family
138 South Main Street
"They Satisfy”—Straight A’s.
“For the Smile of Beauty” — No
homework.
“The Pause That Refreshes” —
Lunch.
“Good for Life”—Learning.
“Children Cry for It”—Vacation.
“Ask the Man Who Owns One”—
Class pin.
—Ruth Culler.
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Hawaii ?
I’m Hungary
Well, I’m Chile.
Aw’ Guam, I don’t Bolivia,
Yes, Siam.
We hear the whistles shriek at dawn.
Summoning the workers from far
and near.
We see them hurrying up and down
As the noises fall upon our ear.
Industrial High Point.
—Emilie Cobb, 104.
William sat awaiting under the
apple tree.
Whom do you guess he was waiting
for ?
Why, Virginee!
When she arrived with a tear in
her eye.
She told him she hated him, which
of course was a lie;
Poor William was broken-hearted.
And under that tree they parted.
But not for long, William sang her
a song
And she could not give him the
gong.
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