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THE LEXHIPEP
NOVEMBER 4, 1938
THE LEXHIPEP
EDITORIAL STAFF
Editor-in-Chief - A^irg-inisi Beck
Associate Editor-iii-Chief - Mary Gordon
Literary" Editor - Joan Sink
Associate Literary' Editor - - Ishmael Tate
Poetry' Editor - - Virslnia Smith
Society Editor - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - Jenky' Miller
Associate Society Editor - -- -- -- - Edna Earle Cameron
Joke Editor - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Dick Rahh
Sports Editor - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - E. H. Easter
Columnists - -- -- -- - Betty' Witherspoon and Charles McDade
BUSINESS STAFF
Business Manas'er - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bill DeLapp
Associate Business Mauaser - -- -- -- -- -- Jimmie Myers
Bookkeeper - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - Essie Eyerhart
Associate Bookkeeper - -- -- -- -- -- -- Colleen My'ers
Circulation Manager - -- -- -- -- -- -- - Lewis Hartzos'
CLASS REPRESENTATIVES
Senior Class - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - David Williams
Junior Class - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- jane Moore
Sophomore Class - -- -- -- -- -- -- - Betty' Ann Sharpe
Freshmen Class - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Pessy' Miller
TFPISTS
Dong'las Lopp - - Renneth Crouse
Margaret Ward - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Ruth Crawford
Hilda W'eat'er
SPONSORS
Literary' Advisor - -- -- -- -- -- - Mrs. Ottls M. Hedrick
Business Advisor - -- -- -- -- -- -- Miss Freta Hoffner
PARAGRAPHICS
This being our alumni edition, ye paragrapher wishes to take this oppor
tunity to thank all our fellow students of last year for the cooperation we re
ceived from them, and for their contributions to THE LEXHIPEP.
We really have a fighting football team this year, and it deserves all the
support we can give them. So let’s all turn out for the last few games of the
year and cheer our team on to victory.
The clubs are off to a good start and, if they are given our cooperation,
can be made into something of which L. H. S. might justly be proud.
Now that the Dramatic Club has really started I’d like to see a good play.
The ones produced last year were exceptionally good, and surely we can do
as well again.
Any teachers with matrimonial hopes should apply at L. H. S.
“Brevity is the soul of wit.”—Shakespeare.
WORLD FRIENDSHIP
By Juanita Tussey
The only way to have world friendship is to have peace. War has been
from the beginning of time and probably it will be. Even today the general
conversation is war. In many countries of Europe it is not just a conversa
tion but a war is existing.
A very important step taken for world peace was the organization of the
League of Nations. To President Wilson belongs the chief credit for making
the formation of a League of Nations a reality. Although there have been
wars since its organization, its purposes are to prevent wars by insisting upon
arbitration and judicial decision of disputes, to secure a reduction of national
armaments, and to prevent international traffic in arms. By this plan we
should reahze the dream of the poet Tennyson, of a time when—
“The war drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled
In the Parliament of Man, the Federation of the World”.
Our last great war, the World War, was supposed to be the war to end
all wars, the war for democracy. It was the greatest conflict in all history.
The size of the armies and navies raised on each side would have astonished
the conquerors of old. There were only sixteen neutral countries in the world;
therefore the title “World War” is a fitting one. The direct cost of the war,
if coined into silver dollars and piled up along the western battlefront, would
make a wall four hundred and seventy-five miles long, two feet thick, and six
feet and eight inches high. What did either side gain? Nothing. The
United States alone spent as much money as it did on all expenses of the gov
ernment from 1791 to 1914. It is difficult to think such a war started over
the murder of Francis Ferdinand, the heir to the throne of Austria-Hungary.
Before the World War the most promising movements for world peace
were the two peace conferences which met at the Hague. But very soon after
these meetings, the greatest war ever started began.
November eleven, nineteen hundred and thirty-nine, is Armistice Day. On
that day, twenty-one years ago, soldiers laid down their guns. The fighting
in the biggest war that the world had ever known was stopped.
Every year since nineteen-eighteen, the world remembers the 8,535,000
young men who gave up their lives in the World War. Everyone thinks of
the horror of war and the joy of peace.
Each year, more and more work is done for World Peace. It is hoped
that there will never be another war. We can do much to help make the
countries of the world more friendly. A good motto for us to have is, “Let
the world have more Friendships instead of more Warships”.
I'm Telling You
By Com-In-Tater
Through the past progressive years
I have tried to observe and store
away a good viewpoint of my com
panions. In some ways my effort was
successful, and in other ways it was
effortless—but buried. I grew to make
a practice of studying the high school
teachers and their methods, and my
one goal was to overlook their faults
as I hoped they had overlooked mine.
I only used myself as an example be
cause I was best acquainted with my
self, yet I’m sure that many other
students share my attitude.
In grammar years we were more or
less in the fog. We had to accept
what was “dished out” without a
chance to “return favors.” But this
complex of ours helped us to hold our
tongues, and it showed the graduates
that we were prepared to receive the
same hardships they thought they had
once encountered. Yet when we mov
ed to high school, our whole plan for
“running the building, teachers, stu
dents and janitor” was completely de
molished by the great dazzlement be
fore our eyes. We felt that we were
at last breathing real oxygen—^the
kind that makes one have brain
storms and thoughts for kind deeds.
And during our four years only a few
have dropped from the path. These
few lost the meaning of living in a
bigger way, meeting new friends, re
spect for elders, and a good general
attitude—but the others—ah, we have
lots to be thankful for! The remain
ing group progressed to its blossoming
year. In this year we have learned
that teachers are human beings, that
they can live at any time on the same
plane, level, or standards as we live
on, and that they also learning the
meaning of “preparation through dis
cipline” And so I am inclined to
think that the world we live in is a
pretty good old globe after all.
For some time I have observed a
very good friend of mine whom I
thought had at one time lost his old
“fighting spirit.’’ But now I can see
that one boy who deserves recogni
tion in high school is the friend of
all—Carl Parks. Carl possesses one
trait above all that is enviable, and
that is “a happy-go-lucky human na
ture.” It is one trait that has been
sought after by many boys passing
through the portals of the alma mater.
Carl is very friendly to the person
who deserves friendliness, and I have
many times seen him show hostility
to the one who deserved it. His
weight has proved a great asset to him
on the gridiron, and he has filled his
position on the team as faithfully as
any boy could ever expect to. Curly
Parks is certainly one who can “take
it when he has to” and “dish out
when he wants to.” And so I say to
him, “Success to you!!”
■With my task completed and with
hearty advice to my readers to see the
motion picture “Four Daughters”
when shown at the local theater, I
would like to pass on to you my
thought for the week. Of course, this
is not original, but I hope you like it
—“Do more than exisL-LI’VE. Do
more than touch—FEEL. Do more
than look—OBSER’VE. Do more than
hear—LISTEN. Do more than think
—PONDER. Do more than talk—
SAY SOMETHING!!”
FROM OUR EXCHANGES
Father fell upon the ice
Because he could not stand;
Father saw the Stars and Stripes,
We saw our Father land.
—The Full Moon, Albemarle,
“Big boy. Ah wonders was George
Wlashington as honest as de people
say dat he was?”
“Ah tell you, black boy, he was the
honestest man in the world.”
“Den how come do dey close de
MANNERS, PLEASE
Boys, wouldn’t you like to know what
the girls think about you? Well, we
have been going around dear old L.
H. S. and several seem to have a cer
tain dislike for certain boys. Not
that they don’t like you—; they do.
But boys, you just do some things the
girls don’t Uke. So, we asked them
what they don’t like for you to do.
Here are some of the things that were
mentioned. Read them carefully:
The most important thing is, be
just as neat and clean as you possibly
can. Your clothes may not be as ex
pensive as the other boys’ but they
can at least be clean.
When you’re with a girl don’t tell
her your former love affairs. She
isn’t jealous. She just likes to think
her name is the only name in your
little red book.
Please don’t be continually combing
your hair. We’re not trying to dis
courage you, but no matter how much
you comb, the girl will never think you
look like Robert Taylor.
Several of the girls mentioned boys
who were stingy. Now, we know you
are not John D. Rockefeller, Jr., but
try to treat the girls to a movie and
ice cream, sometimes.
Don’t go to church with a girl on
Sunday night and stay outside until
the service is over.
Try to talk about something that will
interest the girl. One boy we know of
spent half of the time he was with
girls trying to explain to her what
amplifiers are. So far as we know
she doesn’t know a bit more than she
did when he started explaining.
Don’t make a date with a girl and
later decide you rather play pool. You
not only break the date; you cramp
that girl’s pride.
Now, we’re not saying you have to do
these things. We’re just telling you
how you can be more popular with the
girls.
PEARLIE M. CARTER.
Dear Editor,
We, the students of Lexington High
School, cannot maintain the high
standards of sanitation in our school
unless we get rid of students who
have bad habits or they get rid of
their bad habits. Just such students
with their so-called bad habits ruin
the reputation of the entire student
body.
Drinking fountains are placed in
our halls for the convenience of all
students. They become clogged be
cause of certain careless students who
insist upon using them as waste bas
kets. Is it not disgusting when you
lean over, all set to quench your
thirst, to see a collection of balls of
tin-foil, bits of apple skins, and wads
of chewing gum cluttering around the
base of the fountain?
Habits are formed by doing the
same things over and over again, but
habits can be broken!
COLLEEN MYERS
banks on his buffday?”
—^Echo Jr., Salisbury.
Schubert had a horse named Sarah,
Rode her in the big parade
When the music started playing,
Schubert’s Sarah neighed.
—Pine Whispers
■When I’m dead and laid to rest.
Tell my teacher I did my best.
And on my tombstone I want wrote,
“Gregg Shorthand got my goat.”
—The Ronoke.
Dumbest crack of the month is
awarded to—Bill Myers: “Yeah, Bur-
gin is running for governor, isn’t he?”