NEWS NOTES FROM ASHEBORO'
The Kite Contest
The kite contest which was held
Saturday morning brought gladness
to Asheboro St. School, for two
of our boys were winners.
Robert Whiteley walked away
with first prize, a belt with a silver
buckle. His kite was made out of
yellow paper with a tail of blue and
yellow. It won because it flew most
Crawford Jones received second
prize, a knife and a cap, for the
most original kite. It had a red
border and bore in bright red letters
“Asheboro High School.”
There were twenty-two boys who
took part in the contest and twenty
two beautiful kites were started, but
at the end of the time limit only
seven of the kites were still flying.
—Ernest Scarboro, 8B-1.
Elements of Arts
Miss Ryah Ludins, an art teacher
of the N. C. C. W., spoke to the
Junior High School Tuesday, March
6th, on the elements of art. She
compared Meyers Dept. Store with
the Guilford Court House. We all
agreed that the Court House was the
prettier of the two buildings be
cause the lines were prettier. She
showed us some pictures showing
lines of joyousness and others show
ing lines of sadness.
She gave us several illustrations
of dark and light in pictures. A
boy stood at the front of the class
and she called our attention to his
light collar and shirt and his dark
necktie and suit. She showed some
pictures illustrating the light and
dark of faces.
Babies will always reach out to
bright colored beads or dresses and
savage people always have bright
colored beads and trinkets. So it is
that all people naturally like bright
colors. Chinese people do not paint
their pottery but they get bright
colors from the clay from which
the pottery is made.
Miss Ludins showed us illustra
tions of Italian, Chinese, Japanese,
and Indian paintings. The Italians
are Christians and their pictures are
mostly of Christ, the Madonna and
Christain Saints. The Chinese excel
all nations in pottery making. The
Japanese are skilled in the use of
lime, and panit very beautiful pic
tures. Indian paintings are of nat
ure and are curiously designed.
Fishes, leaves, feathers and many
other natural products are used as
—Matilda Robinson, 8B-2.
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Battle Ground Hike
Saturday morning Miss Hollo
man’s history class gathered at Ha
zel Allred’s home to hike out to
the Guilford Battle Ground. We
left about 9:20 o’clock. Groups
were formed with five to seven peo
ple in them. There were seven boys
present and they walked the railroad
track to the Battle Ground. Six
girls including the two teachers were
in one group and five girls in an
other group. The latter proceeded
to catch two or three rides while
the others walked all the way.
When we reached our destination
we played basketball, boys against
girls. Of course the boys won. We
soon tired of that and found that
the lunch on the table looked very
appetizing. A fire was built and
soon all of us had weinies on sticks
over the fire roasting. Oh! they
were so good! I think every one
ate more then than he usually does.
After dinner we walked around
the grounds, looking at the monu
ments, and then we went into the
museum. It was very interesting
and I learned much about history
that I had not known before. But
soon the wind began to blow and
it became very chilly. Then Miss
Holloman told us to get ready to
go home. We divided into the
same two groups with whom we had
come and reached home about 2;30
—Myra Wilkinson. 8B-1
Springtime in the Country-
Springtime in the country,
Now has come at last,
With daffodils and bright jonquils,
All a budding fast.
With March winds blowing hard,
And kites a flying high.
With red birds and with blue birds
Spring is surely nigh.
Watch the strutting robin.
Watch his modest wife,
’Long the happy brook’s side,
Where willows come to life.
The happiest time of all the year,
T’hese days of early spring,
When sun shines warm, and flowers
As we list to nature sing.
—Mary Jane Wharton, 8B-1.
Along the Way in Springtime
Along the way in Springtime,
The daffodils are growing.
The skies are blue, our hearts are
And earth’s fair breeze is blowing.
Along the way in Springtime
Among the flower beds,
The poppies and the daisies
Sway low and nod their heads.
Along the way in Springtime
The merry streams are running.
The violets by the brookside
Proclaim the summer’s coming.
—Cynthia Vaughn, 8B-1
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A Lonesome Tack
There was a naughty boy,
His title,—orator Blair,
He put a tack in Bobbie’s seat
And Bob almost sat there.
But alas for Kennies hopes
Instead of sitting down,
Bob gazed upon the tack
With a hard-looking frown.
The teacher also gazed upon
The lonesome-looking tack.
And young Blair felt upon his cheek
A hard and lingering whack!
—Billy Bivens, 8B-1.
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Dewey Before Manila
That famous fort—Manila Bay.
Admiral Dewey stood upon the way.
To Washington by cable,
A message that, as he was able.
He would attack on a memorable
That famous fort—Manila Bay. i
Then, as a frolicsome schoolboy!
Tricks on the teacher in a thousand 1
The cable he cut, i
So they couldn’t say, “But, j
You musn’t do that just yet.”
—Virginia Douglas, 8B-1 |
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Dr. Davfd Caldwell 1
Dr. David Caldwell was born;
in Lancaster county, Pennsylva- j
nia on March the twenty-second;
1725. He was the son of a Scotch- ■
Irish farmer. He began life as i
a carpenter at which he worked
for twenty-six years. At this time j
of life he decided to become a
minister. David Caldwell taught i
j school for a number of years. In
! 1761 he graduated at Princeton,
i On March 3, 1763, he was installed
! as pastor of the Buffalo and Ala-
I mance congregations of Guilford
county. David Caldwell establish
ed his first classical school in
1766 or 67 in Guilford county. His
log cabin college served in North
Carolina as an Academy, a college
and as a theological seminary. Five
of his scholars became governors
of different states. David Caldwell
died the twenty-fifth of August,
—Frances Nowlan, Grade 5A.
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in the evening refreshments were
served. We wish to thank the pa
trons of our school for a most en
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The poem I Like Best
The poem that I like best is Little
Giffen of Tennessee; I like it better
than any other poem because it tells
of a little boy who was willing to
go through anything for his country.
It tells how he always strove for
higher things in life.
The poem was written by Dr.
Francis Ticknor, a man who loved
Little Giffen, and who had nursed
him back to health when he was al
most dead. He wrote this poem
because of his love for this little
brave Confederate who was willing
to do things for others.
—William Byers, 7B-2
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My Favorite Pet
My pet is a black and white
collie. His name is Teddy. He
is very fashionable for he wears
white shoes and a white vest. My
father bought him in the country.
He was born in Canada, but we
call him Yankee because we are,
and children are usually the same
in nationality as their parents.
He once got sick and we had
to roll sulphur in pieces of ham.
but he got wise and would unroll
it with his paw and wouldn’t eat
it. The first night we had him
he cried quite a bit, but after he
got used to it he didn’t cry any
He couldn’t do many tricks be
cause he always wanted somethin:
for them. When we went away
we left him in care of some old
friends and I’m sure they’ll care
for him well to the end of his
—Lois Locker, Grade 5A.
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Under The Lash
(Best Short Story from Lindsay Street
Joe Smith lived in the Port
Yukon country, and made his liv
ing by trapping and hunting. He
often made long trips with his dog
team, traveling for almost a month
before he returned home. A team
of dogs did unusually well to last
him for two seasons, for he gave
them very little to eat, worked
them hard, and beat them almost to
Joe was at his trapping camp on
the Chandelan hills. The cold days
of winter had passed; the sun
■was shining over the forest. His
hundred miles of traps extended in
'a circular course from his cabin,
which nestled in a forest on the
bank of a river at the foot of the
hills. It took Joe eight days to
make the round of his traps, but this
was not enough for him. On his
last trip over the line in December,
he discovered a wonderful new trap
ping place. Hastily he built a
rude cabin and set traps along the
In late January, Joe set out to
open' up his long line of traps. He
got his dogs in harness, and for
fifteen days of ceaseless labor, com
fortless nights, they kept the trail.
At the end of this time Joe was
back in his camp preparing to
set out the following morning for
his cabin. With the first streak of
dawn, he arose. He had planned
to cover the four-day run in two.
However, he was delayed, for many
times he had to stop to rebait traps.
One of dogs died, and he had to get
Another from an old Indian.
This dog that Joe had bought
from the old Indian was a very
friendly dog. Joe, however, gave
liim only a kick. On his next trip
Joe found that new dog did not
feel so well. He beat him severely,
removed him from the harness, and
finally tied him to the back of
the sled. The poor dog received
many beatings before camp was
reached, and was bleeding from
his wounds, for the whip had cut
deep into his flesh.
By the time the train reached
camp, darkness had settled. Joe
took the dogs out of harness and
gave each one some fish except the
one he had so cruelly mistreated.
He chained him to a tree, and gave
him another kick. Then he stepped
to the side of the cabin, shoved aside
the canvas flaps which served as
a door over the opening in the
logs, threw some food inside and
prepared to enter himself. Without
the slightest warning, a hairy body
struck stunning force against him.
'Backwards he tumbled in the snow,
but quickly he scrambled up. Dur
ing his absence the cabin had be
come filled with wolves. Joe
knew the wolves would fight hard
to retain their winter home, and
he also knew that at any moment
they might attack him.
As quickly as he could, Joe se
cured his rifle from the sled.
Lighting a torch he threw it within
the cabin. Joe saw the large wolf
within and prepared to shoot but
' the blaze went out and he could
not see to aim. With a crash, the
beast shot through the door and
made a leap at Joe. A scream of
fear and pain burst from the man’s
Hips. The wolf had buried his
fangs in his leg. Joe knew that
for him it was a losing fight. Pain
and terror sapped his strength, he
staggered and fell, then he rose and
braced himself against the cabin,
calling for the dogs. The only
answer was a howl, for too well
the dogs rememred that Joe beat
them when they fought. Only the
poor chained dog felt the man’s
call and need. He had not been
with Joe long enough to know that
a beating was the penalty for fight
ing. He lunged against the chain,
only to be jerked back. He lunged
again and again. The chain creak
ed, rattled, a twisted link parted;
the dog was free.
Just as Joe made his last effort,
he fell. The wolf let go of his
leg; the man raised his hand to
protect his throat, but the teeth did
not come. He heard the snarl and
roar of enraged beasts. He caught
a glimpse of a dog and wolf fight
ing, then he sank back. In a few
moments he saw a dark object ap
proaching him. He thought it was
the wolf. In a moment the form
halted, then with a rush it was upon
him. The hairy object brushed
his hand; and the worthless dog
was whining at his feet. Joe felt
across the wounded body, and the
words that rose from his lips were;
“I shall never again strike a dog;
—Edna Parmer, 7 A-2.
SAINT PATRICK PROGRAM.
Continued from Page one
III. Then Saint Patrick cards were
passed to each guest with six ques
tions which had to be answered
with a word containing “Pat.”
The meeting then was turned
over to the chairman of the Program
Committee, David Morrah, who took
charge of the meeting.
Song, “Wearing of the Green” by
Grade. Recitation. “On Saint Pat
rick Day”—^Victrola Record. “Irish
Songs.” Recitation “Saint Patrick’s
Birthday.” Irish Music—Miss Pan-
nill. “Irish Jig Dance” by twelve
The costumes of the children were
very effective. The girls wore thin
white dresses with green crepe paper
aprons and caps. The boys wore
white suits, white high topped green
hats and green regalias.
Following this enjoyable program
the refreshment committee served
green-and-white brick ice cream,
salted almonds, and green mints.
The following helped serve: Jesse
Scott Hewitt, Jane Carlton, Joe
Knight, Charles Archer, and Frances
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Rev. J. Harding Hughes Speaks
On February 22, at our George
Washngtoin Program we had the
new rector of Holy Trinity church,
Rev. J. Harding Hughes, with us.
After several patidotic songs by the
school and a victrola record by
John McCormick, “Star Spangled
Banner,” Mr. Hughes made a very
interesting talk to the children. He
told them the story of “Carl tHe
Blacksmith,” and drew the compari
son between Carl and George Wash
ington, the two people who gave
their lives in service for others, and
showed their great love for their
The planting of the grounds was
completed by Van Lindley Nursery
Co., this week. This will be a great
improvement to the school, as prac
tically all of the shrubbery is of
the blooming variety.
AN HOUR OF FUN
(Continued from page 1)
Miss Pannill for at least an houi
and a half of genuine fun of ar
unusual character. First, in hei
most delightful and pleasing man
ner, she told the story of “Th*
Elephant and the Crocodile” oi
‘ Plow the Elephant Got His Lon^
At the end of this, as everybod)
was feeling the tlirill of pleasurt
that always accompanies one ol
Miss Pannill’s stories, aimouncernen!
was made of a further surprise h
store for us. We then adjourned tc
another room, where we were uo'
only highly entertained, but liber
ally instructed by steriopticon views
operated and commented upon b)
Miss Pannill, First, she suppk'
mented and made more graphic, il
possible, the story she had jusl
told, by showing us pictures of the
elephant and the crocodile in their
native homes. Other pictures
equally as delightful and instruct
ive were enjoyed.
After this we adjourned, voting
Mrs. Sawyer’s room one that cer
tainly knows how to give you 3
good time for a little money-
The price of admission was
cents. The proceeds will go fot
equipment to be used with a special
class of children in that room.
Miss Robbins: “Walter,
know anything at ail ab
Walter Cox: “Sure I do.
it you want to know?”