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GOLDSBORO HI NEWS
December 9, 1938
Eenie, meenie, niiiiie, mo—
Over the housetop we will go.
Santa merrily rings his bell,
While we are mentally raising (nice weather
we’re having, isn’t it?)
Down the chimney, Santa goes
Lighting the gloom with his little red nose.
If the chimney’s too small
He’ll be in a jam
Though I personally don’t give a (the weather’s
getting hotter and hotter, isn’t it?)
Sliding, sledding out of sight.
At last he has gone—and so has the night.
. . . Merry Christmas!
Ernest Glisson, ’39.
Mrs. White, teacher.
THE TOWER CLOCK
There’s a clock in the old church tower
Across the street from home
That nobly strikes each hour,
And I often list to her tone.
The clock rests high in the steeple
With the statues of the saints;
And as I look up at her
Many pictures my memory paints.
She struck when big sister got married;
Bright orange blossoms filled the air.
She strikes cold November evenings
When mice are chilled on the tower stair.
She struck when dear little brother
Departed from us amid pain.
And her notes are quite melancholy
When the streets are frying with rain.
I think the clock is the river’s sweetheart
For they both run ceaselessly on.
And the river gurgles his pleasure
As he flows by back of home.
On romantic moonlit evenings
He holds a mirror to her face
And high on her tower in the night-time
She poses with dignified grace;
He serenades gently with ripples
And she answers with her chimes.
I’ve heard them thus in courtship
And now I have told you her story
And hark! She strikes once again
She ahvays does regardless
Whether men’s lives are joy or bane.
Former GHS Student.
"AW HECK! IT'S A GIRL!'’
Down the empty hallway.
He was slowly creeping,
From behind his golden curls,
His big blue eyes were peeping.
Into the room he crept,
Careful to make no noise,
’Cause the hospital is no place
For noisy little boys.
He eased up to the bed.
And pushed back a curl.
But then he slowly turned away,
“Aw heck! It’s a girl!”
He looked up at his mother.
And wondered at her joy;
“Gee, Mom, can’t you see?
You’ve made a mistake! It’s not a boy!
It’s gonna wear old dresses
And make a lot of noise.
Please, take it back and get one
Where they sell only boys!
You can take it back
And change it for another.
Please do this for me;
Swap it for a brother!
Gosh! Listen! Mom!
She can’t play with my toys.
Please take it back
And change it for a boy!
Its eyes aren’t even open
Where is all its hair?
Do its teeth come with it?
How much was the fare?
I’ll take it out’a my bank,
I know I can get some more.
I’ll gladly pay the fare back.
Only change it for a boy!
She’ll never even know,
So how can she regret it?
Please change it for a boy,
I’ll go with you to get it.
I’d be oh so happy!
My life w^ould be a joy,
If you’d take this darn thing back
And change it for a boy!”
Margie Wooten, ’39.
Written last year in Miss Bell’s junior English class.
Seniors Cut Capers;
Miss Spence Raves
And Ploy Is a Wow
“iSTow, my precious infants, please
get the stage set. After all, we do
have a rehersal this afternoon. Or
did you think we came here to have
a party ?” Miss Spencer is beginning
to get riled up, as John Hornby
would say it, and when she does the
sparks begin to fly.
“Okay, now’, get your places and
start things off.”
Padre Fernando Ballard, we have
just decided, would make a good hog-
caller. His rendition of “0-0-0-
OOOOH Mateo” nearly brouight
the house dow^n. At least we’ll get
one laugh and where it’s supposed to
be most serious, too. (Phooey.)
Hampton and Yelverton, what a
team! WHAT A TEAM!
Y.: I ain’t gonna kiss him. Miss
H.: Yes you are, too.
M.S.: Jimmy, kiss her on the
cheek, and let it go at that, today.
H.: I wouldn’t kiss her if she was
the last girl on earth.
Y.: Well! Do you think I’d look
at you if I was the last girl on
M.S.; Stop that arguing, you
two, and go on with those lines.
“Lolita—I, Lolita,” — well, you
dope, why doncha run ? Miss Spencer,
this gal’s crazy. She’s supposed to run
when I try to put my arms around
her, and she just stands there. Force
of habit, that’s what it is—force of
habit, and the cast is in stitches
“Married! My daughter mar
ried!” gasps Mama (Ruth Hinson)
and sinks, stunned but gracefully in
to a chair that just ain’t there, her
skirt over her head and her feet
fanning the breeze.
I’m not' the only'^one thaT
rehersals are getting down — take
Forrest Simmons, for instance.
Reading seven parts at one time isn’t
an easy task and Lt. Paxton looked
like a track star running from one
side of the stage to the other. On
stage right he’s Jack and on stage
left he’s Mateo. Then he scoots be
hind the curtain to become an off
stage voice. Yery remarkable, this
It seems that Feebe Daughtry is
trying to start a new type of intro
duction in GHS. In introducing his
wife to Senora Dolores, he jerks his
hand over his shoulder in the Lam
beth Walk manner and yells, “This
is my wafe, Lois,” instead of “Oi.”
Willie should lend his voice to
some car manufacturer to use as a
pattern for a horn. He calls Pepe
(short for Jose) and Miss Spencer
starts out front to see if anyone is
blowing for her.
If w^e had Senior Play rehersals
all year ’round, the whole school
would be a madhouse. And, my
friends (I hope) don’t ever let any
body tell you the rehersals aren’t
three times as good as the play.
F. Y., ’39.
That Guy Hitler
Chancellor Adolph Hitler
Is such a pleasant man.
He’s always playing games
With Italy and Japan.
His favorite game is Czechers,
He plays against the red.
No matter if you’re expert.
He’s just one step ahead.
War games are Adolph’s specialty.
He has the biggest gun,
And the cutest bonibs and planes.
Gee, he has a lot of fun.
He keeps France from being lazy,
And England on her toes.
He spreads a wakeful atmosphere
’Most everywhere he goes.
Hudson High School, Hudson, N. Y.
Merry Christmas to all alumni!
And a happy New’ Year also! The
students, faculty, and staff of GHS
extend a special invitation to you,
the alumni, to visit GHS and see us.
Any staff alumnus will be especially
w’elcome in room 19 to meet the
present staff and refresh their mem
ory of “Hi News days !”
Dot Crawford, ’35, was recently
voted the most popular girl in the
Senior Class at Meredith, and be
lieve me—that’s something!
Norwood Middleton, ’35, son of
dur Latin teacher, is making a
splendid record at Roanoke College
in Salem, Virginia. He has been
editor-in-chief of the college paper,
^ associate editor at present, editor
of the Y-handbook for the year
1937-’38, and has served as Secre
tary of the YMCA. However the
crowning glory to top Norwood’s list
of achievements is that he has been
given an application blank for a
Rhodes Scholarship, one of the
highest honors a student can get
while in college. Requirements for
this application are scholarship,
character and leadership.
Annie Elizabeth Coward, ’35, has
been chosen by the faculty at Mere
dith to appear in “Who’s Who
Among American Colleges and Uni
versities,” a directory compiled an
nually by the University of Alabama.
Annie Elizabeth is president-of the
Little Theatre and has the leading
role in Ibsen’s “A Doll’s House” to
be presented today. She is also a
member of the Silver Shield, hon
orary leadership society.
Norene Johnson, ’38, has been in-
lled as a member of the Junior
cabinet at E6TC.‘
Sarah Cox, ’38, w’as recently
elected Freshman Class treasurer
at Greensboro College.
James Harris, ’38, visited GHS
a few days ago. He is in the navy.
■ Merry Christmas •
First in this month’s review comes
“The Cowboy and The Lady” star
ring Gary Cooper and Merle Oberon
with Patsy-Kelly and Walter Bren
nan handling the comedy. For the
first time in his movie career Cooper
WOOS the lady with song. Brennan
turns from stealing the picture to
stealing hearts (Patsy Kelly’s in
particular). This promises to be a
hit, full of romance, excitement, and
Bringing up second come the Dead
End kids in “Little Tough Guys in
Society” wdtli Mary Boland and
Mischa Auer supporting. The title
itself suggesting the plot, it is easily
imagined what a picture the tough
monkies from “Dead End,” “Crime
School,” “Angels With Dirty Faces”
would make breaking the icy doors
of high society.
Running a close third comes “The
Garden of The Moon” featuring Pat
O’Brien and Margaret Lindsy. Pat
O’Brien ahvays swinging, whether it
be fists or a Bible, fits into a swing
music comedy wdthout a hitch. The
plot centers around a feud between
a liotel-supper-dance-room manager.
The band, having played for flop
joints and cheap dance halls, is
hilarious over a job secured in a
sw’ank hotel. When they are fired
before a note is played the feud be
gins. Don’t miss this four star
M. B., ’39.
Goldsboip© Hi Hews
Published nine times a year by the Journalism
Students, Goldsboro, N. C., High School
Editor Carolyn Langston, ’39
Managing Editor Addison Hawley, '39
Junior Editor Mary Louise Parks, ’40
Staff Writers—Mary Frances Barnes, ’39; Edith Jones, ’39;
Mayre Best, ’39; Hugh Dortch, ’39; Evelyn Colie, ’39; Ernest
Feature Editor Prances Yelverton, ’39
Picture Editor Mayre Best, ’39
fitaff Photographer Legh Scott, ’39
Sports Editor Addison Hawley, ’39
Exchange Editor Sara Jeffreys, '40
Alumni Editor Jackie Gampen, ’40
Make-up Editors—Billy McClure, ’39; Hartwell Graham, ’39;
Sion Boney, ’40.
Junior Staff Writers—Sion Boney, Jackie Campen, Ann Daniels,
Sara Dees, Carolyn Evans, Rena Graham, Sarah Jeffreys,
Mildred Lee, Martha Manning, Bill Nufer, Herman Perkins,
W. C. Stucky, Jimmie Whitaker.
Business Manager Mayre Best, ’39
Advertising Managers—Evelyn Dillon, '39; Grace Hollings
Circulation Managers—Mary Frances Barnes, ’39; Dorothy Tur
Advertising Solicitors—Members of the Class of ’40: Marina
Andrews, Grace Alexander, Sion Boney, Helen Boyette, Bill
Cobb, Helen Cox, Ann Daniels, Doris Davis, Sarah Dees,
Carolyn Evans, Rena Graham, Billy Horton, Sarah Jeffreys,
Chase Johnson, Josephine Lee, Mildred Lee, Antoinette Lupton,
Ike Manly, Harold Montague, Herman Perkins, Jimmy
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Entered as second-class matter October 26, 1931, at the postoffice
at Goldsboro. North Carolina, under the act of March 3, 1879.
Hark! the herald angels sing, “Glory to; the new-horn
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners recon
Joyful, all ye nations, rise, join the triumph of the skies;
With angelic host proclaim, “Christ is horn in Bethle
Hark! the herald angels sing, “Glory to the neto-horn
rAs the, Christmas season approaches one’s thought
naturally turns to giving. The firemen are repairing
broken toys, the newspaper is running an empty stock
ing fund plea, and the churches and welfare organiza
tions are trying to provide for needy families. This
is splendid evidence of public interest and kindness.
But what have you as an individual done toward
giving ? Have you taken a broken toy to the firemen ?
Have you answered the empty stocking plea ? Are you
participating in a group that will provide for a needy
family? If you have not “given” please do so.
Don’t wait and think, “well, someone else will give
to them, why should I?” For after all, it is the
individual that counts. If everyone felt that some
one else would give, where w’ould we be? Little ones
would wake on Christmas morn to the bitter realiza
tion that there is no Santa. Don’t disappoint them;
any little amount will help their Christmas. After
all it isn’t so much the amount you give; it’s the
feeling you put behind it. As the saying goes, “If you
care enough, you wdll give enough.”
DO WE NEED A TWELFTH GRADE?
Yes, and here’s why;
The students who go straight to college with only
eleven years’ preparation are not prepared to keep
up with the students from other states or the more
progressive North Carolina cities that have the
twelfth year. He has just enough time for the courses
necessary for college entrance and hardly any time
for the optionals which lay the foundation for so
many college courses that he takes from choice, the
courses that teach him more about his future occu
pation. The better foundation he has, the less likely
he is to go on the unemployed list in years to come.
Now let us take the student who hopes to go to
college, but wants to make sure he is prepared for
work if he can’t go. He has practically the same
trouble. In trying to get the required subjects, he
has to neglect most of the vocational courses which
are really more valuable to him than the college
preparatory courses, since they train him for a job
he has a chance of getting, instead of training him
to be a banker or a lawyer. If the twelfth year is
added, more vocational courses will bo added, and
more time will be available to study them. This will
be just as beneficial to the student who graduates with
the intention of going right to work. He is being
taken care of now, but think how much better pre
pared he would be if he had one more year of actual
experience and advanced studying in his field, and he
would be one year older and more mature when he
went out to face the world. We surely don’t want
our graduating class’s motto to be like that of a
northern class of last year’s crop; “WPA, here we