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HIGH LIFE
Higk Life
Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greensboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
EXECUTIVE STAFF
Editor-iii-Oliief Lois Dorset!
Associate Editor Elizabeth Stone
Associate Editor Alfred Dixon
Junior Associate Editor Helen Felder
Junior Associate Editor Georgia Stewart
Jr. Assoc. Editor Charlotte Van Noppen
Athletic Editor Virginia Jackson
Athletic Editor Elizabeth Darling
Athletic Editor — Clarence Stone
Alumni Editor Virginia McClamroch
Literary Editor Martha Broadhurst
Exchange Editor Virginia Jackson
Assignment Editor Helen Forbis
Assignment Editor Moyer Sink
Scoop Editor J. D. McNairy
Typist Editor Virginia Bain
Typist Editor Bernice Henley
Typist Editor Walter Smalley
Typist Editor Beatrice Williams
Business Manager Byron Sharpe
Asst. Business Mgr.P. B. Whittington
Circidntion Manager Martha Broadhurst
FacAdty Head Miss Inabelle Coleman
Faculty Adviser Mr. W. R. Wunsch
Faculty Adviser Miss Geraldine Kelly
Faculty Adviser Miss Mary Wheeler
APPRECIATION
The last four issues of High Liee have
been edited by the various classes. The
Seniors took the lead in getting out a
class edition of the paper. They worked
faithfully and hard at their task, and the
result was a splendid issue. It was well-
arranged and well-balanced. It fea
tured Better Speech Week and the Senior
class. There was a splendid feature
story, a good short story, and some lovely
poetry. Altogether, their issue of High
Life was fine.
The Juniors were determined to have
the best class paper. Theirs was excel
lent, but we would hesitate to judge as
to which of the four editions has been
best. They started a new idea in front
page make-up. Their editorials and lit
erary page were fine.
The Spirit of Easter was carried out
beautifully in the Sophomore issue. A
lovely Easter cut adorned the front page,
and the editorials, short stories, and
poems breathed out the Easter spirit.
The Freshman class showed their orig
inality and humor in their issue. They
seem determined to climb from their low
ly position in the Nursery. The front
page make-up was beyond reproach. The
very clever cut certainly made the front
page attractive.
In reviewing these efforts, we think
the classes have done well. We wish to
thank them for their efforts. They were
not asked to do it to rest us from our
labors, but to give them some experience
in newspaper work. We think they must
have been benefitted from it. We appre
ciate what they did and hope they en
joyed it.
the common places of life with the beauty
and glory of celestial things. True this
may be, and yet we can all be poets.
By performing our petty household tasks
with happy hearts and smiling faces, we
can brighten the lives of our mothers,
and make poetry far more beautiful than
the most immortal verses man has ever
penned.
The French may boast of their passion
ate attachment for and the English may
vaunt their supreme courtesy toward
their parents, but it remained for our
nation to institute a Mother’s Day with
its beautiful custom of wearing red or
white roses. We are proud that America
is a great world power, rivalling the
other countries in commerce and indus
try; but we are proud above all that
she is a thoughtful nation, seeking the
nobler things of life, and standing for a
pure and stainless womanhood.
Dear Mothers, we take this opportunity
to pour out our hearts in love and grati
tude for your lives of unselfishness and
ceaseless devotion! If we have ever
seemed thoughtless or unappreciative of
your sacrifices, believe that it is only ap
pearance. But it is useless to attempt
to express our feelings. There are times
when the heart is too full for the tongue
to speak; then our thoughts too sacred
for the jien to write.
However, this much we do know—our
mothers are the most sacred gift of God!
Elizabeth Smith,
MAY
The capricious month of May has al
ways had a way of chasing little feet in
doors, just as play was most interesting.
We’ve stood on the edge of the porch,
with eyes full of tears, watching the rain
drops make “johnny jump-ups” in little
puddles along the walk. Words of com
fort were given us in the old couplet,—
“April showers
Bring May flowers.”
and through our tears we visualized great
peds of pansies, roses, and buttercups.
This vision faded away; those enticing
little puddles called to twitching little
toes. “When can I go barefooted?” we
asked.
Then May meant to us flowers, bare
feet, and mud pies!
* * *
MOTHER
“One not learned, save in gracious house
hold ways;
Not perfect, nay, but ftdl of tender
wants;
No angel, but a dearer being, all dipt
In angel instincts, breathing Paradise,
Interpreter between the gods and man,
Who looked all native to her place, and
yet
On tiptoe seemed to touch upon a sphere
Too gross to tread, and all male minds
perforce
Swayed to her from their orbits as they
moved.
And firdled her with music. Happy he
With such a mother! Faith in woman
kind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all
things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trips
and falls.
He shall not blind his sold with clay.”
It cannot be doubted that Lord Alfred
Tennyson’s own mother sat for this beau
tiful picture of motherhood taken from
“The Princess.” The portrait is too like
that of our own mothers to be other than
real. Often have these same thoughts
arisen in our minds, and yet we lacked
the power of competent expression. It
is only the poets, we say, who can clothe
Later May brought us the call of the
outdoors. Disturbing visions of “the ol’
swimmin’ hole,” summer camps, wood
land picnics, and ice cream cones took
possession of our grammar grade minds.
* * *
The birthstone of May is the emerald,
which suggests to us that green signifies
growth. As every blossom opens at the
tender smile of May, so each life ex
pands with the passing of the years. This
expansion has been promoted by the rain
drops that have driven us temporarily
from play and by the sunshine that al
ways follows.
Now May brings us a messagej of
awakening to duty—an awakening laden
with happy responsibility and loving ser
vice. May means—Commencement!
Elizabeth Stone.
High Lights On “Hi”
By Helen Felder
There have been quite a few names
put forward by the committee apjiointed
to choose a name for room 5 in the new
building. Mr. Aycock, chairman of the
committee, seems to favor the nomencla
ture of “Misdemeanor Room” for the
unnamed class-room. From what we
hear. Miss Tillett (also on this commit
tee) differs with the chairman; her dona
tion is “Detention Room.” Perhaps Miss
Wine (though she hasn’t said anything
on the subject yet) prefers “The Descent
Into Avernus.” However, when it comes
to the ballot, we beg to offer the name,
“Naughty-Naughty Room.” And, by the
way, all loyal citizens of this rooms are
urged to turn in their votes as soon as
possible.
All those students desiring a holiday
need only apply for admission three times
at the “Misdemeanor Room.”
Have you noticed lately how envious
the boys’ track coach, Mr. Aycock, is
growing? Wonder if it can be the fact
that the girls have passed the boys and
are still going strong in attendance for
track practice?
“What shall we name the baby?” ask
its parents. Any suggestions on the sub
ject will be welcome to the fifth and sev
enth semesters, who are the proud par
ents of the infant. Mr. Robert Wunsch
has scratched his head in perplexity over
the problem—as certainly befits a god
father—but is unable to volunteer a name
for the magazine.
Speaking of the new project, it won’t
be an infant for long. Babies grow up
mighty fast, you know; just so will the
magazine grow. It is a strapping big
infant now and it will soon be a full-
fledged child. It will not take long for it
to be a big thing; for G. H. S. is going
to stand behind it, and that is guarantee
enough of its success and developments.
Have you seen several people lately
who seemed to be walking on air? Don’t
worry; that is, unless they get so they
try to go through doors without opening
them, or some such dangerous stunt. The
senior class officers, the editor-in-chief
of High Life, the editor-in-chief of the
Magazine, and the other officers of the
two publications have been elected; that’s
all it is.
THE PASSING YEARS
Tramp, tramp, tramp, echoes the loud,
glorious tread of marching feet. Ah! a
reunion of the Rough Riders and vet
erans ot the Spanish - American War.
What? Then surely it is the boys who
carried the standard of the United States
in the World War. No, son, it is the
heroes in gray of the sixties; old and
feeble in body, but young and vigorous
in spirit. Tramp, tramp, tramp,—down
the street march the heroes in gray, while
their spirit is borne down the ages on
the tide of time. And the men in the
years to come shall tell of the valor and
courage of those men at Chancellorsville,
at Five Points, in the Wilderness and at
Gettysburgh.
In the years that have passed since the
thin gray line of heroes has grown thin
ner, have we lost any of the spirit of
courage and patriotism of those fathers?
Do we appreciate the soldier in gray as
we used to? Has Memorial Day lost its
meaning to us? I hope not!
May Memorial Day bring to each of
us a sacred message—one that shall be
embedded in the chambers of our hearts!
May the passing years serve to fill our
hearts with love and gratitude for those
—the men in gray—who have presented
the noble things of life for posterity, and
have to show their lives more pure and
noble. J. F). McNairy.
What’s all this we hear about “Young
Lochinvar coming out of the west”? And
about the “call of the hot dog to its
mate”? It sounds quite out of the or
dinary to us; but you can never tell.
“In the spring a young man’s fancy”—
you know the rest. We wonder if Miss
Killingsworth was thinking of this when
she remarked in chapel that Mr. Wunsch
must have had some inspiration in writ
ing his song. Miss Walker seemed to
understand it, anywaj^ And perhaps
that explains another thing—why Mr.
Wunsch reads Browning so much.
Teachers can be cruel often, when they
don’t realize it. Just think of an Eng
lish teacher condemning spring fever as
“nothing,” and then making her class
write themes of description on the great
outdoors. It does seem heartless, doesn’t
it?
Have you noticed how Mr. Jack shud
ders at the sight of a wienie? If you
ask him the reason, he will probably
make an attempt on your life, so we’ll
tell you. It’s simply this: he remarked
one day that he could eat a dozen wienies
and his friends made him “eat his words.”
In the old school days boys settled their
quarrels by imptdsive arbitration, but
nowadays since people have become civi
lized they settle their disputes by com
pulsive arbitration.
Georgette’s Famous Players should
change their name to Miss Josephine,
Incorporated.
When “these holy walls of G. H. S.”
was included in the Senior song, the Sen
iors concluded that it had a double mean
ing.
Say it with an aye and you will get
an A.
WHAT COLLEGE, SENIORS?
What college. Seniors? Have you made
your application yet? If not, it is high
time you did, if you expect to get into a
good college next fall. Of course, there
are a few of us who are not going; but
hats off to those who plan to work next
year in order to enable themselves to
attend the following fall.
It isn’t like it used to be, for in the
last few years it has become possible for
anyone with a desire to work to attend
four years of college—even the girls.
Suppose a financial handicap does make
it necessary to go five, or even six years,
in order to obtain a four-year course,
isn’t it worth it? Anyhow, it won’t hurt
you to hand in your application.
By all means, before you check your
trunks and buy your ticket, know defi
nitely what you plan to do after com
pleting your education, and even though
you change that ambition before reaching
it you’ll have something to strive towards
and live up to.
The class of ’25 is known as the “hun
dred percent class.” Let’s not fall down
on the last thing to be decided .before
leaving G. H. S. Nowadays you don’t
go to college—it’s ready to meet you
half way. On to college, you Seniors!
DUKE
To view the infant institution through
which Duke University came into exist
ence, one must go backward for almost
a century. At that time (in 1838, to be
exact) in Randolph county, North Caro
lina, Normal College threw open its doors
to the young men of a state which was
truly still in the Dark Ages of its edu
cational history. In 1856 the Board of
Directors of the school proposed to the
Methodist Episcopal Conference to as
sume control of the college. As a result
of this proposition, the Methodist Church
of North Carolina came into ownership
of what in three years became Trinity
College.
Under that name the institution strug
gled through the dangers and trials that
the war and reconstruction brought all
educational institutions. Nor was it be
hind in entering the larger fields of op
portunity that were opened up to South
ern colleges toward the end of the 19th
century. That it might serve in a larger
capacity, the Methodist Conference de
cided in 1891 that the college should be
moved from its rather inaccessible situ
ation in Randolph county. At that time,
the man who was to prove an invaluable
friend to the institution, Mr. Washington
Duke, came forward with an offer that
made possible the removal of the college
to what promises to be its permanent
abode at Durham.
Through the generosity of the Duke
family. Trinity College was able to grow
with phenomenal rapidity from a plant
of red brick buildings with a rather un
gainly tower into a symmetrically ar
ranged group of buildings, modern in
every detail and handsome in construc
tion; from one college of liberal arts to
a group of colleges of high standard, to
which only a few have to be added to
make the institution a real university.
The friends of Trinity College were
profoundly grateful to hear in December,
1924, of the wellnigh boundless possibili
ties that the beneficence of Mr. James
B. Duke opened before the institution.
Its name the Board of Trustees readily
changed to Duke University, and they
immediately began plans for improve
ments and enlargements that will enable
the University to make itself felt, not
only in the South, in which it has long
stood for sincere scholarship and high
ideals, but throughout the entire nation.
With no loss of its rich traditions, the
college turns triumphantly to the future.
Thursday, May 7, 1925
ALUMNAE NOTES
Our alumnae at N. C. C. W. are surely
making a good record. The girls from
the class of ’22 are to hold several im
portant offices next year.
Ellen Stone, sister of our own J. Nor
man, is vice-president of student govern
ment.
Nellie Irvin is still living up to the
reputation she made in High School.
Nellie is chief marshall.
Mildred Little is also a marshall. She
was selected from the Cornelian Society.
Frances Harrison is one of the house
presidents. This automatically makes
her a member of the student senate.
PARACHUTES
Extra! Extra! All about the death-
defying* leap of Babe Ruth! The huge
crowds assembled Friday, May 1, to wit
ness the dare-devil air stunt, held their
breaths in awe as the hero cast care to
the winds and took the terrific leap from
an airplane with nothing but a parachute
between him and death. As the gradual
descent was made the spectators craned
their necks to see the safe arrival—or
perhaps the horrible death—of the na
tionally known personage.
Suddenly a shout went up. The para
chute was speedily descending upon a
roof. But, no; it was fluttering to earth.
A boy rushed forward and grasped it.
The bar of Baby Ruth candy was his!
BOYS’ DAY IN INDUSTRY
On Thursday, April 30, the girls of the
econmics class received the benefits of
“Boys’ Day in Industry.”
Since the week starting Monday, April
27, was “National Boys’ Week,” many
interesting and educational events were
planned. Thursday all the boys in semes
ter six, seven and eight were allowed to
go and visit any one of the industries
that interested them most. The girls in
Miss Killingsworth’s economics class
were also allowed this same privilege.
As the class has been studying corpora
tions, labor problems, machinery, and the
like, it was most beneficial to see these
plants and corporations at work. Also,
since every member of the class is a true
citizen of Greensboro, it was especially
interesting to know more about the city
and its work.
JUST FOUR MORE WEEKS
Just four more weeks! How much
then mean to each of the one hundred and
thirty Seniors! At the end of that time,
will they be all smiles, or will there be
some weeping and wailing and gnashing
of teeth”?
“Out in the wide, wide world!” In
only a short time, you’ll leave dear old
G. H. S. forever; but time cannot take
from you the memories you have stowed
away. Nothing can do that. They are
yours to keep always. For this reason,
if for no other, in order to make those
memories happy ones, strive to make
these short weeks count for more than
all others in your high school life.
WERE YOU BORN IN MAY?
What does May mean to you? Per
haps it is just another month like all the
rest; but let’s think a bit.
Every month has to play its part to
make a year. Does May do its part?
They say that “April showers bring
May flowers,” and what a glorious month
this should be, then, because it is the ar
rival of summer, and in summer we al
ways have beautiful flowers. When we
think of the many joys that flowers bring
to the sick, to the lonely, and just bright
ening up every little spot into a lovely
garden, we can appreciate May more.
Yet flowers and warmer sunshine are
not everything that May does for us,
for it has provided many famous people.
Were you born in May? Robert Brown
ing, that wonderful English poet; Dante,
the Italian, and Emerson, our very own
poet and genius, were born in this happy
month. How charmingly does this idea
of poetry combine with flowers and beau
tiful days! What an inspiration May
can give!
Besides poets we have Patrick Henry,
and Horace Mann, orators and statesmen.
You may be beginning to think it a
month of men, but Florence Nightingale
and Queen Victoria are great citizens of
May, also.
And as we think of Wal^ Whitman and
his band, and Richard Wagner and his
wonderful compositions, we realize why
National Music Week has been set aside
for May.
Also, girls, and boys. Mothers’ Day
comes in May. What a wonderful op
portunity for us to do something for our
mothers!
We wonder if every one of us will re
member it this May?
This easiest little thing to say—May
on Mothers’ Day.
Frances Johnson.
GOOD NIGHT
Bernard S. (the bore): “My foot
asleep.”
Virginia M. (the victim): “How
envy it!”