Thursday, March 1, 1945
Barbara Cashion Editor-in-Chief
Bill Carmichael Associate Editor
Rebekah Huggins Business Manager
Houston Teague Sports Editor
E. C. Smith, Jr. Circulation Manager
Harold Cheek Exchange Editor
Frances Ellinger Feature Editor
Sam Ross Publicity Editor
Robert Brooks Staff Photographer
Venitah Sanders Entertainment Chairman
Miss Manci Advisor
Nannie Mae Womble
This is the fourth editorial on school spirit
weVe run this year, but this one is different.
We’re throwing orchids, not poison ivy.
Friday night at the Methodist Orphanage
game the Women’s Gym was packed with
CHHS rooters. It was the first game our
teams have played this year to standing room
only, and the double bill was worth watch
We played the last game of the basketball
season Monday night, but that’s no excuse
for quitting on the teams. There still are
State championship games for boys’ and
girls’ teams to play; and while transporta
tion is hard to get, it helps tremendously to
have even a dozen CHHS rooters at a game
away from home.
So see what you can do to help the High
School win. Really make an effort to be
there when we play a game. Remember: the
more the merrier: we want to see you at the
All the Family
SUNDAY and MONDAY
A Script From Our Favorite Show
Announcer: You are now listening to Sta
tion WZBT located high up in the Cone House.
When you hear the gong it will be time for
all students to get the to their first period
Music: Three bars (cocktail, milk and
candy) of “One Cue Ball” (Fadeout).
Announcer: The Manci and Myers Tobacco
Company, makers of those famous “Old
Mold” cigarettes, present that heart-warming
story of young romance, “Mama Goldbeck,
Mother-in-Law.” In a moment we will pre
sent today’s exciting episode, but first a word
from the lousy company that sponsors this
program. Does your cigarette taste differ
ent lately? Of course it does. And why does
it taste different? Because something new
has been added. And what is this new some
thing that has been added? Tobacco, that’s
what it is. Tobacco, the new discovery that
will revolutionize the making of cigarettes
So, be sure to get “Old Molds,” the cigarette
that contains the new discovery, tobacco
Ask your homeroom teacher for a pack in the
morning. And now back to our story. As we
tune in we find several persons in the quiet
home of Mama Goldbeck. As you will remem
ber, when we left the story yesterday. Mama
was confounded by the following problems:
1) Will Joe be reclassified? 2) Will Uncle Will
get his priority from the WLB? 3) Would
Don have to sell his gas station? 4) Would
Mama find the lost ration books? 5) What
would happen to Mama now that Jimmy had
embezzled the income tax money? 6) How
much longer can this go on? But now our
story. As the action begins. Mama is seated
on the sofa knitting backless sweaters for the
boys at the front. Listen, as a knock is heard.
Knock: Knock, knock.
Mama Goldbeck, Mother-in-Law: Well, I
wonder who that can be. Who is it?
Voice: It’s me. Mama Goldbeck. Ruth
Mama Goldbeck, Mother-in-Law: Ruth
Finklestein! So you’ve arrived at last. Well,
do come in.
Announcer: And with that important de
velopment we leave the story of Mama Gold
beck, Mother-in-Law, for today. What will
happen now that Ruth has arrived? What is
the significance of her arrival? Who is Ruth
anyway? I’ll be if I know. Will Joe be
reclassified? Will Uncle Will get his priority
from the WLB? Will Don have to sell his gas
station? Will Mama find the lost ration books?
What will happen to Mama now that Jimmy
has embezzled the income tax money? And
will the divers recover Little Mary’s super-
duper skate key from the icy waters of Gug-
genfelt Lake- Tune in tomorrow, folks, we
don’t know. But before we leave you, an ad
ditional word from our sponsor: Have you
tried the new Prince Egbert smoking tobac
co? You haven’t? Well, take our word for it,
it smells. But remember, to get a pack of
“Old Mold” cigarettes from your homeroom
teacher tomorrow. Don’t forget, they’re the
pack with the tardy slip on the back. Get
“Old Molds” today.
Dirt? Oh—but definitely! Preston Carroll
really gets around these days—Rachael—then
Ardie—now Jeanne Whitfield! They were seen
together at “Suspect” Saturday night. In
fact, several new CHHS couples were discov
ered there. THE FACE, Sammy Ross, was
with Mary Lou Barnes, while accompanying
them were Neal Creighton and Nancy Cobb.
Two bits say that none of them could tell
you the plot of the show. (We couldn’t
You people who weren’t at the Rec Friday
night missed the climax of the basketball sea
son — Bud Stanbach being smothered with
kisses by the entire girl’s team—more fun,
more lipstick, and Brooksie without his cam
Both the girls’ and boys’ teams are fighting
like mad to be allowed to stay up in Burling
ton for the tournament. We’re sending our
photographer and Key Hole staff along if
they do. Imagine there’ll be plenty o’ spicy
happenings around there.
Those Carolina Wolves are roaming around
CHHS again and this time in the person of
one Ben Ward. Watch it. Seniors.
The Lonely Hearts Club, made up of prom
inent Senior gals, are writing a fan letter to
“Little Jimmy” Hollywood bound, with fond
There’s only about a week before all those
ex-CHHS students come back for Spring holi
days. For this reason several members of the
last victorious girls’ basketball team are re
luctant to go to Burlington. Maybe thy’ll go
After all of Corny’s “Technique Instruc
tions and Demonstrations,” a newly organ
ized sixth period class, he still doesn’t seem
to be getting anywhere. Juniors are the stub-
Have you noticed Evelyn’s new pin ? That’s
her birthday present from Cotton Farrell.
Cotton seems to have high competition with
her old admirer. Bob Hogan,—or so we ob
served on the bus after M.O. game Friday
Billy Sorrell and Esther Cheek seem to be
especially cold natured. Coats help on those
long trips to Durham, don’t they. Kids ?
And we wonder too, (just off-hand) if the
old flame burns again for Jimmy Crawford?!!
Frances Moore had all the CHHS boys
goggle-eyed last week-end in her military
school uniform. Cute trick with her, too,
wasn’t it, Bluke ?
These spring days—and nights—make us
want to go fishing—and stuff. And so, with
this warning to the administration, we give
our last plea for some Spring Holidays.