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GOLDSBORO HI NEWS
November 22, 1940
Published Eight Times a Year by the Journalism
Students, Goldsboro, N. C., High School.
Volume XIV
INTEPNATtONAL
Number 2
EDITORIAL STAFF
jiditor Hilda Longest, ’41
Assistant Editor Edwin Lee, 4J
Managing Editors Peggy Ballard, Ml; George Stenhouse, Ml
Editorial Editors Marie Belk, Ml; Kffie Ruth Maxwell, M2
Literary Editor Lillian Jenkins, 41
Feature Editors Sally Sanborn, Ml; Helen Denning, M2
Assistant Feature Editor Lois Smith, 42
Sports Writer Herbert Barbour, M2
Picture Editors Walter Hicks, 41; Norris Sutton, Ml; Bob Powell, M2
Staff Artists Ernest Crone, Ml; Charles Thompson, M2
Exchange Editor Carolyn Hollingsworth, M2
Alumni Editor Elizabeth Mayo, Ml
Staff Reporters: David Hinson, Hortcnes Liles, Jane Parks, Betsy Modlin,
Mary Louise Thomson, all of Ml; Mary T.mma Rouse, Charles
Thompson, Hilda Bell, Carolyn Hollingsworth, Nancy Paige Stith,
Ruth Minion, Hannah Shrago, Alice Graham, Dorothy Perkins,
all of M2.
Staff Typist Charles O’Steen, M2
BUSINESS STAFF
Business Manager Hortense Liles, Ml
Advertising Managers Betsy Modlin, Ml; Prince Nufer, Ml
Circulation Managers Dorothy Grant, Ml; Hilda Bell, M2
Advertising Solicitors: Ray Alston, Carolyji Hollingsworth, Hilda Bell,
Ruth Minion, Helen Dennings, Dorothy Perkins, Ruth Weil, Lizzie
Mac Adams, James Crow, Nancy Paige Swift, Alice Graham, Charles
O'Steen, Leona Keen, Helen McDonald, Virginia Hopewell, and
Jean McLean, all of whom are Juniors.
Adviser Ida Gordner
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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.
What Every Young Couple
Should Know For Tonight
Now’s the time we should dig a
bit of etiquette out of the moth
balls and tell you students what’s
what. We believe that since the so
cial is tonight, we might tell you
about the dancing rules as set down
by Emily.
Never, boys, under any circum
stances leave your girl standing on
the floor. If you have to leave,
get someone else to dance with her
or wait for someone to break.
Just because you happen to be a
good dancer, never criticize your
partner’s dancing. You don’t have
to dance with her unless you want
to, remember.
If you can, try to bring a date
Just L'ecause you boys don’t have
a car, don’t be bashful. Haven’t
you ever heard of feet? Well, they
come in verj^ handy if you ever try
to use them. Double-dating is
solution, too.
Don’t talk about the person you
just danced with to your present
partner. All tales usually get back
md the results may not be so good.
Well, so long, folks. We’ll see
you at the dance tonight, (We
hope) and don’t forget your poUsh-
ed manners.
Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest home.
—Henry Alford.
We Want It Again
“Character, Service, Leadership and Scholarship”
are four characteristics any student in Goldsboro
High School would be proud to be recognized for.
In the past, GHS students have been able to be
recognized for these traits through the National
Honor Society, but this year there is no NHS. Why?
Because the faculty has thought it best to discon
tinue this organization as it doubted whether the
lionor one achieves is worth the disappointment
many receive.
\Tptir»r; n_ir>r Sc-«.ety tappings were an inspira
tion to all—the participants and the onlookers. As
a member came from the candle-hghted stage into
the grayed aisles, holding a candle that revealed his
eyes scanning face after face, up one row and down
the next, didn’t the tranquility and sincerity of the
atmosphere make your heart beat tom-toms? Didn’t
something within you make you think, wish, and
plan. These moments of near-sacredness made you
look back and look ahead.
The National Honor Society is needed in GHS this
year to honor the minority and stimulate the
majority.
Again A Good Deed Is Done
The oldest custom of the high
school that of giving Thanksgiv
ing baskets to families who are not
able to provide lavish dinners that
other more fortunate families so
often take for granted—will again
be carried out this year. Mr. Gaddy
has announced that over two hun
dred names of families that would
welcome such baskets have been
handed in by students in the city
schools. This year .the students
will have complete charge of fill
ing and delivering the baskets.
As is the usual custom, the dis
playing of the gaily decorated con
tainers will be part of the Thanks
giving progi’am.
REVIEWINe THE FILES
We reviewed 1931-36 files of the
Hi News and found that;
Ezra Griffin helped win the Ay-
cock Memorial Cup in Chapel Hill
in the spring of 1931.
Henry Liles was captain of the
1930 football team.
Janet Sanborn made the term
honor roll in February, 1932.
Mildred Rawlings had tlie lead
in the Junior Play, 1932.
Willis Denmark played center on
the 1934 football team.
Powell Bland was editor of the
Hi Neivs in 1936.
C. W. Twiford volunteered to
teach the pugilists of GHS in 1936.
Ozello Woodward was “most rep
resentative” in 1936.
James Davis won the 880 in the
Civitan Track and Field Meet in
Greensboro in 1936.
SPEAK
UP
The circus is growing stale. The
clowns are no longer amusing. We
are wearied of having all assembly
programs, class discussions, and
study periods ruined by some who
insist upon forcing corny jokes in
their classmates.
We don’t want a school where
nobody laughs when someone says
something clever, but we feel that
many of the things that have hap
pened in our school lately, such as
the disturbance in the devotional,
the bursting of stench bombs, and
the placing of tacks in chairs are
regrettable and uncalled for.
Let’s ignore these clowns. Let’s
make them realize that no one ad
mires them for such activities.
, Sincerely,
An Onlooker.
We Honor
So You Think You’re Friendly!
Scene: The upper hall in GHS.
Time: Between periods.
Characters: Two students of GHS.
A: Hello!
B: (to Yehudi) Well, who is that saying ‘hello’ to
me? I don’t know him. He probably thinks I’m some
one else, so 1 won’t speak back. (B sails on with his
head high in the air.)
A: Wonder why he didn’t speak He’s in my
English class; surely he knows me. . . .
Yes, this is a main problem in our school—that
of “he won’t speak to me.” Members of last year’s
Junior Class voted to speak to everyone they met
in the halls after a discussion led by Dr. Sims. If wo
fathomed many of our dilemmas, we would find that
not knowing and appreciating our associates is the
real corrupting factor.
So we’re asking each of our readers to be “on
.speaking terms” with at least five new people dur
ing the next week. We hope it’ll V)e a useful and
used suggestion.
What Conventions Are For
Delegates come and go to conventions with only
a casual half-thought from most people. We are
vaguely aware that some “political big shot” is going
some place or other as “our” representative. Wo
hear his reports, and perhaps we’re momentarily
inspired.
But there is something bigger that is ours for the
taking. We leaders and we followers all need to re
member that conventions are places where new ideas
can be gained and old problems solved, and where
the best of many schools discuss and work for the
good of all schools.
We, leaders and followers, should realize the bene
fits that can be received from the two conventions
attended by our delegates this fall.
LOIS SMITH
Her hobbies are laughing and
singing—as you can tell by look
ng at her—and twirling a baton.
Mary Lois Smith certainly does her
stuff with that baton as head ma
jorette for our
band.
This jolly jun
ior’s ambition is
to be either a
newspaper re-
])orter or a fash
ion designer.
Judging from her
.’ine work as assistant feature edi
tor of the Hi News, she will be a
reporter, but, on the other hand,
have you noticed that handsome
red reversil)le she wears? She is
secretary of her journalism and
band classes.
“Pug”—as most people call her
was l)orn in Fayetteville on July
13, 1925, but has spent all but two
of her fifteen years in Goldsboro.
She is a blue-eyed blond, five feet
one inch tall—and she’d truly like
to grow four inches. “Pug” has a
pug nose and freckles, both of
which she despises along with
washing dishes.
She likes chocolate cake. State
BOB MOOI^ING
Robert “Bob” Mooring is a sim
ple monicker, but when applied to
a boy such as we honor this issue—
well. He’s a senior, 17 years of
age, and his eyes are gray, his hair,
blond and curly.
He is a native of
Goldsboro.
Food dislikes of
Bob’s are nil—he
says he’ll eat any
thing, and parti
cularly pickles
and fried chicken.
Also he likes any kind of music—
except symphonic. As a “pet like”
Bob lists reading magazines, espec
ially serials—we must say he has
more patience than we have. An
other favorite is the combination
yellow and brown — nice for
Thanksgiving.
Good sportsmanship is the char
acteristic he most admires in peo
ple, and braggarts are one of his
“pet dislikes,” along with people
who won’t take the trouble to
speak.
Last year Bob was a very actjV?
member of Council, elected for
terms. In the spring he beca^y>^ ^
candidate for the presidency
SA, aiid was one of the officj^ dele-
INK
SPOTS
Disturbing Peace
The sun sent forth a golden ray
To end the night, to bring the day.
Up into the sky it crept
To wake the world which quietly slept.
But with the dawn comes war’s sad cry.
The cannons roar; the bullets fly.
If only wars like this would cease
To wreck the beauty of silent peace . . .
An earth of joy. ... A place of bliss. . . .
How can we treat God’s world like this!
—Frances Alexander, ^44; Mr. Holt, Teacher.
Jakay
“Dogs are smelly,” says my Dad.
Jakay, our dog, certainly smells bad.
He can’t come in our house anymore;
He can’t even put his foot in the door.
So until he smells far better than that,
He’ll have to sleep on our doormat.
—K. Borden, ’44; Mr. Hoi^t, Teacher.
The Lovely Lady
The moonlight gleams through her soft brown hair;
it brings out her features so lovely and rare
As though she were a princess so debonair.
She is innocent and pure as a hly fair.
At the altar she kneels and worships there.
Her voice like music rings everywhere.
—Agnes Hendrix, ’44; Mr. Hoi.t, Teacher.
If I Were The Sea
If 1 w^ere the sea, the beautiful sea,
Oh! What a monster I would be.
I’d dash and roar.
And carry my waves upon the shore.
I’d feel very strong and proud,
And my waves would roar very rough and loud.
The sea gulls over me would fly
Like fleecy clouds up in the sky.
I can’t be, so there’s no reason to try.
I’ll stay on land where it’s dusty and dry.
—Nancy Sasser, ’44; Miss Spencer, Teacher.
Thoughts Of Old
As 1 sit and dream
Of the days that have gone by
When we were so lonely.
My first mate and I.
1 dream of my old gray ship
That has many a voyage run,
And the old brass rudder
That many a time has spun.
Then I think of the day
When it ran upon the rocks,
And how I swam to shore
Never to return to sea anyir^*^'
My first mate was drowned
But 1 do know /
That’s the way he warv^ to go.
-—John JA'y^jjjg^ ’44 '^^^cher.
Procra5/^^*on
’Tis true th/ W]iA.^'ou’ve things to do.
Be import^t niay.
You’ll getA^t done some other time;
Tomorro/® another day.
Maybe/^® house needs cleaning
Like r® homes.
You/S®^ that done tomorrow;
Bur never comes.
j/y movie comes to town
a party, dance, or play;
won’t be here tomorrow;
You need the money today.
When you put off your chores,
They’re work, not fun, nor
[ guess you’ll all agree with me.!..
Tomorrow’s another day.
-Barbara Edwards, ’42; Miss Teacher
College—or one of its students— , —^ wa^ unc f
coco-colas and is happy when lis-1 gates to the district meetin/ °
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tening to “Only Forever,”
Love Affair,” and Fred Waring.
She’ll take her movies with Nelson
Eddy, Jeanette MacDonald, or Jack
ie Cooper. “Pug” is very supersti
tious, and, being especially fond
of red, white, and blue, is very
patriotic.
Such a hard working, energetic
girl as Lois is certainly an asset to
our school and we’re glad she’ll be
here another whole year!
“Our I SSCC at Greenville. active
student was in charge
sales for last year’s Play,
and is a marshal—boy, ^^h?
This year he’s on string
Junior team, playi^i^ guard.
Bob plans in th^ future to go in
to something With high
er mathematics,,P^^^^^'ably in the
Civil Service. ‘^^^tainly an am
bitious ambit'^^^’ We think he
can do it.
Clouds
Clouds! Clouds the the prolific beauty of the Great
Artist on which play the many hues of fading sunlight.
Oh! the thrill of seeing a glorious sunset of purple
clouds with red and golden lining ag^iij^g^ q flaming
sky is more inspiring—much more inspiring than all
the artistic efforts of man. No sunset or sunrise could
be beautiful without the light from the sun. In mid
day, the g^^aceful overflowing soft masses glide slowly
in the breeze along their desultory pat^ pulchritude
displaying their many tints and shadows from silver
and gray to a glowing white.
—Ernest Crone, ’41; Miss Newell, Teacher.