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TI^E LEXHIPEP
APRIL 14, 1938
THE LEXHIPEP
EDITORIAL STAFF
Marguerite Thomason - Edltor-lii-Chlef
Virginia Bech - Associate Editor-in-Chief
Mary Louise Lumsden, Chairman - -- -- -- -- Literary Editor
Frances Lohr - Literary Editor
Clara Ann Miller - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Poetry Editor
Betty Witherspoon, Chairman - -- -- -- -- -- Social Editor
Robert Thomason - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Social Editor
Ed Gaines, Chairman - -- -- -- -- -- -- Sports Editor
Margaret Hunt - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - Sports Editor
Charles McDade - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - Joke Editor
Frances Peeler - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - Columnist
BUSINESS STAFF
Ralph Morris - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Business Manager
Mary Franees Hege - -- -- -- -- Associate Business Manager
Lewis Farmer - -- -- -- -- -- -- - ClrculJitlon Manager
ART STAFF
J. D. Gray, Chairman - -- -- -- -- -- -- - Art Editor
Bobble Green - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Art Editor
Charles Elkin - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Art Editor
TYPING STAFF
Ruth Sink - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Typist
Sara Dickerson - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - Typist
Mary Belle Forcum - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Typist
Mildred Bell - Typist
Louise Kirby - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Typist
REPRESENTATIVES
Odessa Snow - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - Council
Raymond Conrad - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Senior Class
David Williams - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Junior Class
Ruth Morris - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Sophomore Class
Betty Ann Sharpe - -- -- -- -- -- -- - Freshman Class
ADVISORS
Mrs. Ottis M. Hedrick --------- - Literary Faculty Advisor
Miss Freta Hoffner ----------- Business Faculty Advisor
PARAGRAPHICS
Now that the banquet is over plans are being continued for commence
ment.
Seems that the student body has been furnished with plenty of good
entertainment lately. The Hi-Y show went off in the boys’ usual grand
style. The Utica Singers were also well received.
Our Alma Mater was not represented by one but four delegates at the
Beta Club Convention at Raleigh. The delegates report a fine time. It
-seems that they made a night of it. (Or should I say morning).
Now that fishing is out until May 10 perhaps om- afternoon attendance
will be improved.
Be flowered and greased coiffures, laughing eyes and enraptured faces
surrounded the lovely appointed banquet tables. You must admit you had
a fine time Seniors!
Hats off to Mrs. Cuthrell and her Glee Clubbers. Out of the seven num
bers entered by the local club five of the numbers were won.
Also we extend our congratulations to our debaters, David, Joan, Fred and
Odessa. Our debaters go to Chapel Hill on the twenty-first.
You will be hearing lots about the paper to be issued by the students of
the Business Department. Give them your support folks!
The local chapter of the National Honor Society was represented at the
convention in Winston-Salem by Bobbie, Louise and Buddy. They report a
fine time.
“Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is but always to be blest”.—Edgar Allan Poe.
V. B. B.
THE LAST DAYS OF SCHOOL
It is always quite noticeable that many students begin to loaf during the
last few weeks of school. This is not limited just to the freshmen and soph
omores but includes the juniors and seniors as well. The seniors more than
anyone else should make the most use of these last few weeks. It has been
with much effort that they have been granted an extra fifteen days and it
is their duty to show some appreciation for this. After June 1 they will no
longer be a part of this school. Of course no one can learn (everything there
is to learn in eleven years. Since there is plenty left for them to learn it is
useless to loaf during the last days.
Many of the seniors will be going off to school next year and thus need
to further their education. Not only the seniors but the under-classmen as
well need not stop studying merely because it is spring. Time which is lost
can never be regained, so let us make the most of that which we have by using
it to the fullest.
LITERARY
UNDER FALSE PRETENSE
(By Odessa Snow
Theresa could not bear the thought
of seeing Johnny. He was coming to
lunch in exactly thirty minutes. Mis
ery alone lurked back, of this thought.
Leaning her head very near the re
flection in the mirror, she looked
closely at her hair. Yes, beyond a
doubt the real brownness of her hair
contrasted very noticeably with the
henna.
The little clock over the mantle
pounded out and made Thea jump.
Eleven-thirty! She wanted to see
Johnny’s tousled hair and funny grin.
He had called her at least five times
during the morning. He was getting
the afternoon off “to celebrate her
home coming.” Thea had been gone
a month, and all during that month
she could see and hear Johnny saying
to their friends, while they looked on
with admiration; “I’ll tell you no
woman has red hair like Thea.. I’m
a lucky stiff to get a real red head
instead of one of those henna made
honnies.” And then he would grin
and wink at her as she blushed slight
ly and becomingly. Her conscience
always hurt just a little when he talk
ed about her red ha.ir in that over-
proud manner. It was evident that
Johnny had cherished Thea’s red hair
as a sort of treasure. It was fun hav
ing him fooled at first but each
thought now cut just a little deeper.
Oh, Theresa had an excellent ex
cuse. It sounded good to her, but
Thea’s common sense told her that
Johnny would certainly reject such an
excuse. They were both from small
towns, but they met in New York. As
Thea stood looking out into the flower
garden, covered with exquisite freshly
fallen snow, she recalled their meet
ing. She had decided immediately
that she was going to hate him. He
was conceited and had freckles on his
nose. Thea could stand neither con
ceit nor freckles. She had laughed
about them both. Johnny had been
crazy about Thea from the very first.
No thought of ever marrying him en
tered her mind. She had always
dreamed of a sort of prince who would
sweep her off her feet into a different
and happy world. This prince would
have a villa in France, a yacht docked
at Portland, and a mansion in Spain.
Why shouldn’t she fool this silly fel
low about her red hair? Everybody
liked it, just like everybody gets mixed
up with Dan Cupid. Thea and John
ny were not exceptional. And so it
was that Thea was married to John
ny under false pretenses. A few
months later they moved to Johnny’s
home town. Along with them moved
Della. Della had finally saved up
enough money to equip a beauty salon
of her own. After much persauasion
Della had agreed to come with John
ny and Thea.—Della, who knew when
and how to fix Thea’s all-ready love
ly chestnut brown hair to a fascinat
ing shade of deep auburn! When Thea
had returned this morning she learn
ed that Della and Bill W!atkins had
gone away on their honeymoon, leav
ing poor Thea with her brown hair
slowly becoming noticeable.
Thea ran up stairs, looked out the
window on the lovely scene below, and
found no loveliness there. A tiny
prayer mumbled in her throat. ‘Oh
God, don’t let him be too angry.”
Thea had a habit of uttering little
prayers like that. She always meant
them, and they were always answered.
Someone was rushing up the steps. It
was Johnny and she knew it. They
met in the doorway. Johnny kissed
her, and even the red hair was for
gotten.
“Gosh, I’ve missed you,” he said
slowly, then louder, “and here you are
still beautiful.”
Thea could not speak. Her head
rested firmly against the lapel of his
coat.
“Thea!” His voice was changed and
harsh. Thea looked at him with hurt
■^ride; tears crept down her face.
“What have you done to your hair?”
A POET’S PARADISE
(By Walter Wilson)
A winding brook,
A shady nook,
A swaying pine,
A clinging vine,
A closeness to the earthly sod.
An earnest talk with God.
DAFFODILS
(By Thelma Hardee)
Daffodils!
So yellow and pretty on the hill—
Daffodils.
Before the ice and snow is gone
You wake up and bloom all alone;
Like soldiers on the battlefield
Ne’er to the enemy will you yield.
Daffodils!
Daffodils!
Brave as soldiers in the drill—
Daffodils,
When all nature is fast asleep
Up from the ground your heads you
peep;
Up to the earth of your own free will
Ready to give what my heart loves
still-H
Daffodils!
HUNTER’S SEASON
(By Willard Brown)
The birds’ lives were taken
For no accepta.ble reason;
The world of nature shaken.
During the hunter’s season.
The guns popped and roared.
The hunters shouted with joy;
The birds no more soared,
'Twas cruelty of man and boy.
The birds in the nests died.
For no acceptable reason;
The animals howled and cried
During the hunter’s season.
The farmer’s heart bled.
The hunters heeded no sign;
The animals were shot dead.
To nature a real crime.
It’s winter: the birds have no fear;
The ground is covered with snow.
The hunters say, “Next year!”
The farmer grimly says, “No!”
The birds’ lives were taken
For no acceptable reason;
The world of nature shaken
During the hunter’s season.
LIFE
(By Beatrice Daniel)
I have only just a. minute.
Only sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon me—can’t refuse it.
Didn’t seek it, didn’t choose it,
I must suffer if I lose it.
Give account if I abuse it.
Just a tiny little minute.
But eternity is in it.
Johnny was talking quickly and an
grily.
“Oh, say what you. like, I deserve
anything.” She poured out the whole
pitiful story between sobs, and even
admitted that she ha.d intended to go
on fooling him if Della had not gone.
Johnny merely stared at her. ’Why
didn’t he say something?
“It was funny at first, but I’m so
sorry now.” Thea looked at him with
her heart in her eyes, then ran. Like
a frightened fawn she ran into the
next room and slammed the door.
Johnny was after her!
“Thea, Thea,” he cried.
He grinned and relaxed against the
closed door.
“Come out of there, you little ras
cal,” he said laughingly. “You know
darn well I’m partial to brown hair.”
■Which proves that Thea really got
a prince of a. fellow—minus the French
Villa, the Portland yacht, and the
Spanish Mansion.