Friday, November 18, 1955
JUNIOR POINTER
Page Three
Junior’s Fads
Would Fill
Whole Column
Julie Drake
Bermuda Socks .... Not Quite
A popular fad among the girls
is the turning up of their hobby
socks. So many girls indulge in
this fad that one cannot help notic
ing them (the socks AND the
girls). But many boys wonder why
the girls have suddenly gone out
for this idea. So girls have given
their reasons.
Jane Ripley grins sheepishly as
she explains her reasons for fol
lowing along with the sock style.
“I couldn’t find my sock tops,’ she
replies. When asked why so many
girls do turn up their socks, she
explains, “Once a fad is started,
almost everyone continues it.”
Harriett Austin is thinking of
the extra warmth when the air is
cold and snappy.
Some girls, such as Beverly Wag
ner, are still in favor of the origin
al bobby socks but she says turn
ed-up ones are all right if the right
kind of clothing is worn with them.
Others are simply following the
fad regardless of how many times
they reach down to pull the sag
ging socks up again—AND the
boys give their polite but frank
opinions.
Butch Brooks: They make me
sick. I think they are indescribable.
Ralph Jenkins: I don’t think
they look very nice. If girls are
going to pull their socks up, why
don’t they wear boots ?
Johnny Corpening and Gerry
Gaither are very much in favor of
the fad.
Dusty Schoch: I don’t like socks
turned up with a dress or a skirt.
It reminds me of a ’Scottish gentle
man.
Great Scot
And speaking of Scotland, an
other current style is the wearing
of an authentic Scotch plaid, the
Black Watch. This pattern has
been copied from the original
weave used and worn by the Black
Watch Clan to identify clan mem
bers and to distinguish them from
members of other clans. The Black
Watch is a combination of black
or navy blue and green. It has been
used in every article imaginable.
Quite a few, students have been
wearing this design lately. In fact,
Mrs. Don Padgett, Student Council
adviser who is also buyer for Dick
Culler’s Girls’ Shop, says that
about one-fourth of the student
body is wearing this Scottish cre
ation.
Some of the students who have
been wearing the plaid this year
are: Brenda Gray, June McCrery,
Nancy Culler, June Collins, Libby
Greenberg, Kathy Jowett. One
boy, Doug McCallister, is sporting
an attractive Black Watch plaid
shirt.
BOYS FALL FOB FADS
•— And speaking of boys — a
popular fad along the masculine
line is the wearing of Ivy League
pants with a 14 or 16 inch drape.
VVaynp Ha.rrisrm proudly sports a
sample with a buckle in the back
and a 14 inch drape. This is the
typical costume of many a Junior
High male. Along with this style
the V-neck sweaters of many hues
are worn. Some of the boys wear
ing these outfits are: Bill Petree,
Gary Snipes, Jere Ayers, Ellis
Baker, Dusty Schoch, Gerry Gai
ther, Butch Brooks and Lyman
Dillon.
It’s a well-known fact that
feminine fads furnish masculine
pet peeves. But it’s true that boys
follow the fashions, too, even if
they are more subtle — like char
treuse britches.
Big School Needs Many Good Reporters The Leveler
teacher’s desk
sure knowledge
Homeroom reporters, appointed by teachers for their ability and dependability meet in room 210
on announced Thursdays. They are important in putting out the JUNIOR POINTER because they keep
the staff informed about what is going on over this big building.
Homeroom reporters for this year are: First row, .ludyann Moulton, Ethel Mae Koonts, Mary Neahr,
Gerry Hutchison, Marie Bryson, Gilbert Gates, Rolf Nijius, Leonard Feldman.
Second row: Carole Kearns, Shirley Wood, Myra Bullock, Brenda Blackwell, Sandra James, Bar
bara Thomas, Betty Lewis- Ka.thy.-LQW.et, Letfie Fay Mehan, Carolyn Jones, Geneva Blackwell, Daphne
Gentry.
Third row: Joanne Teague, Beth Parks, Pat Amos, Joyce Prather, Mary Krites, Patsy Swaim, ^n^
WremyJanie Goodson, Terry DickeyTTV^ie Peters, Bob McElfresh, Benny Merrill, Sam Odom.
Not present when picture was taken are Diannah Winslow and Scotty Parker.
Home Rumoring
Teen-age Talk Of Grasshoppers^ Bobby Sox
Jon Cox, of 208
Felt something
strange crawling up his leg during
English class. He looked down to
see an ugly, green-eyed monster
staring up at him. After giving
a sharp cry of surprise, Jon real
ized it was only a harmless grass
hopper.
Speaking of grasshoppers ....
.... Nancy Culler, also
of 208, bashfully recalls that after
lunch one day, a group of mischiev
ous boys put a grasshopper down
her back. Although she was sur
prised at the time, she was even
more astonished when it fell out
of her blouse that night alive,
with one leg missing.
Applause, applause
to the students of
213 for completing a project well
worth their efforts. Their faces
are now reflected in the shining-
desks which they sanded and
shellacked themselves.
Joyce Groome
Quite a hardy laugh
Was enjoyed by mem
bers of room 6 when Jerry Koontz,
Wayne Pierce and Leslie Mullins
boldly mimicked Junior High girls
by wearing bobby sox to school.
They also rolled up their socks to
keep in style with the latest fad.
Miss Betts
proudly announces
that the book club in which her
students were so interested has
been organized. Members of 217
are enjoying it very much.
Something more
217 has to boast
about is Michael Poore, who won
the contest held on .Main Street
for the most original Hallowe’en
costume.
Woo to Mrs. Hester
whose tongue gets
out of hand. When she was giving
directions to 104 and 108 before
the trip to Winston-Salem, she hur
riedly made this remark, “Be sure
to have your hair washed and face
combed.”
Janie Goodson
homeroom reporter
of 110 also reports that Miss Stan
ton’s tongue slipped the other day
when she said, “Eddie, get the
stick and break the windows.”
Love a fotball hero?
Want to win his
heart? Listen to this. Girls of 204
had a surprise victory party for
the boys of the room who won the
school’s championship in tag foot
ball. The boys who weren’t on the
team helped the girls plan the
party. Drinks were furnished by
Jimmy Jenkins and Donald Frazier.
Frank De Saix
Up on the second floor (north
side) there is a classroom (Eng-
glish) which has apparently been
equipped so that it can be turned
into a science lab if necessary.
About a yard from the teacher’s
desk (which is catty-cornered up
left front) there is a capped pipe
sticking up about an inch above
the floor level.
Now the pipe is not high enough
to be obvious enough to be avoided
at all times. But it is high enough
to trip a giant, or a ninth grader.
You go to the
armed with the
that she has checked your paper
wrong. The paper is laid before
her and the mistake is promptly
pointed out.
Then, proudly working back to
your seat with your head high
above the clouds you are suddenly
brought to earth. Picking yourself
up, you slink back to your seat
trying to be as unnoticeable as
possible.
Or maybe it goes like this. Walk
ing up to the pencil sharpener,
never dreaming that the unexpecU
ed is about to enter your life, you
are suddenly aware of a new sen
sation. Your feet are not keeping
up with the rest of your body, your
head is way out in front. Feeling
like a frightened ape, you grab
madly at the air, fling your arms
wildly and try to stay in a respect
able position. When all this fails,
you finally admit defeat as you
land in a cloud of dust beside your
original destination, the pencil
sharpener.
Strangely enough, the pencil is
lying in the blackboard tray after
having been flung wildly during
your frantic effort to regain self
control.
Students are living for the day
when the teacher (Briggs) will
charge toward the class with her
usual lecture and she, too, will
forget that the pipe is there.
Boys Unfold Bulky Billfolds
Carolyn Tyson
SUafuo^ QUUSie64.f 7. fC.
I am supposed to think being
a “preacher’s kid” is a blessed
privilege, but sometimes I wonder.
Being a preacher’s daughter
creates many problems. I always
have to agree with the young peo
ple of the church for fear they
might not come back to Sunday
School. They think I ought to be
able to do everything there is to
be done around the church. When
I tell them I can’t do certain things,
they look so surprised and say,
“You ought to. You’re the preach
er’s daughter.”
One of the hardest problems for
me is how they expect me to be
nice and friendly to everyone and
yet don’t dare be seen talking to
the wrong person! How am I to
know ? Don’t ruin my reputation,
yet don’t be a snob!
I thought I had the problem
about Sunday movies licked. Of
course. I’ve never been allowed to
go. I found out that all my friends
parents thought it was all right
to go; and my friends’ preachers
thought it was all right. When I
hopefully reported this to my
Daddy, he said maybe it was not
so bad but a P. K. could not af
ford to offend some of the good
members of the church.
You think this bad! I’m a teach
er’s kid too! They say, “Sharon,
did your mother do your home
work?” If someone fails in her
class, it seems I’m to blame. I
hear whispers all about me, “There
goes Mrs. Childress’s daughter.”
I’d like to tell them I have a name
of my own, but someone would
tell mother and she would say I
was being “sassy.”
Woe is me! I can never win. Be
ing a P. K. and a T. K. too is just
too much!
When the contents of women’s
purses are mentioned, everyone
seems to think they are hilariously
funny. The Art Linkletter show
has done a lot to spread the idea
that women carry anything under
t'ne sun in their purses. Once, while
going through a rather embar
rassed soul’s pocketbook, he dis
covered the evidence of an unfinish
ed meal, an olive wrapped in a
paper napkin.
Yes, the contents of women’s
pocketbooks have been laughed at
more than once, but have you ever
ventured to see what a typical 14
year old boy carries in his wallet ?
That’s exactly what the JUNIOR
POINTER staff has done. Without
warning, nine boys were called in
to empty their overflowing wallets,
pockets and, in one case, even
shoes.
Johnny Corpening was the first
victim of this vicious treasure
hunt. In his wallet were found:
two Big Bear raffle tickets, one
football ticket, a scout card, a
paper stating that he is eligible
to receive a salesmanship badge
and Carole Simeon’s addre.ss (He
turned pale when this was found
and explained that Carole’s father
was the one he was to get his
salesmanship badge from.
Then Keith Sedberry was called
upon to show the contents of his
bulging wallet. Here they are;
two tickets to “Ulysses,” a pink
paper shoe necessary to teach
dancing with, membership card to
the teen-age club, nine pennies and
a picture of a boat, a Y. M. C. A.
membership card and a Y. W. C. A.
membership card and two pictures
of Darlene Saunders.
Kenny Kearns emptied his pock
et, then sheepishly backed away.
His pockets turned out a book re
port form and a comb. Then, he
was asked if this was all he had.
His face turned a lovely shade of
pink as he took off his shoe and
handed over a disk on which was
imprinted Kenny loves .
Louis Neal’s wallet contained two
pennies, a crumpled dollar bill and
.social security card numbered 254-
56-1114.
When John Kirkman was asked
for a tiny peek into his personal
affairs he defiantly backed away
with, “If you think you’re going to
look in my wallet, you’re nuts.”
Bill Petree relunctantly handed
over his wallet with an angelic
grin that left his face, a card show
ing Gladys, the Guilford Girl, wish
ing him a happy birthday was
found.
Jere Ayers, looking puzzled,
plopped his genuine alligater wal
let on the desk. Then, as attention
was called to it, he explained
quickly, “Mommie gave it to me.”
Dusty Schoch, with a sigh of
dismay said, “Go ahead.” Going
ahead yielded only a nail file. “My
murder weapon”, said Dusty.