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HIGH LIFE
Friday, December 4, lQ2g \
High Life
Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greexsboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the
Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
Maxagejient
Glenn Holder Editor-in-Chief
Lindsay Moore Business Manager
Ernest Williams, Asst. Bus. & Circ. Mgr.
Associate Eiiitors
Margaret Ferguson, Betty Brown
Georgia Stewart, Carlton Wilder
Editors
Elizabeth Rockwell Exchanges
Marguerite Harrison Alumni
Claud Sikes Humor
Henry Biggs Graham Todd
Athletic Editors
Paul Wimbish Mary Tilley
Typist Editors
Elizabeth Campbell Hilda Smith
Weldon Beacham
Reporters
J. D. McNairy John Mebane
Fannie Rockwell James Clements
Nell Thurman Marguerite Mason
Louis Brooks Adelaide Hilton
Cartoonist Edmund Turner
Faculty Board of Advisers
Miss Inabelle G. Coleman Chairman
Mr. W. R. Wunsch Mr. A. T. Rowe
Mrs. Mary S. Ashford
COPIED CLIPPINGS
A little more attention paid to the im
proving of one’s speech will jirove a
valuable investment.—The Davidsonian,
Davidson College, Davidson, N. C.
I'lie way to get rich and he content
with your riches is to work hard and
industriously. Nothing worth while can
be' gained from loafing on easy labors.
— IT 11. S. Life, Beloit High School, Be
loit, Kansas.
COACH FORDHAM
A maker of men. That is what a few
football coaches are. It’s what most
coaches are not. C. C, Fordham, foot
ball mentor at Greensboro High, falls
into the former class. To him the splen
did record made by the local team this
year is in a large measure attributed.
Any man on the local squad bears wit
ness to the influence of Coach Fordham.
He instills courage, clean sportsmanship,
and good jihysical and mental haliits of
living into his players. Every time that
the Purple Whirlwind took the field this
year its members to a man were fighting
for the school, for the glorj' of the team,
but first of all for C. C. Fordham.
At the first of the year prospects for
a first class eleven were poor. Even at
the beginning of the chamjiionship series
the team was rated by critics as far
from championship calibre. Yet it has
far surjiassed the hopes of its most opti
mistic followers.
Many intimate with the game declare
that several teams in the state surpass
the locals in football ability, and that
they cannot understand their great suc
cess. If they could listen in on the talks
made by Coach Fordham to the players
before each game and see the grim, de
termined look upon the faces of the boys
as they go out to the field, they would
ave their answer.
C. C. Fordham knows football. He
knows boys. 7\nd above all he has the
personality and character to command
their highest respect, admiration and de
votion. Probably the best coach that
(ireensboro High has had in many a
long year is Mr. Fordham.
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boys of Greensboro. Likewise, a similar
institution for girls is, we hope, doing
the same thing for them.
The Y. M. C. A. is the center of ac
tivity for the boys. It is convenient to
the boys and is the gathering place for
those who enjoy the environment it of
fers. Here the Hi-Y clubs hold their
meetings, basketball games are played,
tennis courts are accessible, the swim
ming pool, gynasium, and all the other
pleasures they offer are for our use.
A camp is provided for the boys who
want to take over-night hikes.
Character-building is one of the most
important phases of work the “Y” stands
for, and is certainly the most important
thing it teaches the boys. Boys must
be occupied; it is natural to do some
thing for amusement. So, why not cul
tivate the habit of attending the “Y”
and learn to love the company of peo
ple who stand for Good Character?
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Common sense is a rarity in the schools
and in the world at large.—Pine Whi.s-
pers, Richard J. Reynolds High School,
Winston-Salem, N. C.
TID-BITS
Are we down-hearted? No!
Old Saying: “Success comes in cans.”
So do sardines, we are told by a com
ing humorist of the modern generation.
Speaking of Thanksgiving, we under
stand that shortly after the dinner hour
on Thanksgiving Day the doctors en
joyed a thriving business; whereupon,
we conclude that the M.D.’s should be
doubly thankful.
We notice that government ownership
of coal mines is to be debated in the
near future at the Debating Club. Coach
Fordham is one man that need never
worry about a fuel shortage. Indeed,
lie is so comfortably prepared for the
winter’s blasts that the student body
gives fifteen rahs for “Fordham’s Colc-
trane” at almost every game.
A step nearer the chamjiionshi]) and
a victory over Winston in one day! No
wonder G. H. S. was so thankful Thanks
giving. It sure had reason to he.
A real .S]iort is a man who can win
and not get stuck up—or lose with a
smile.
We hope that the White IJncs will
not prove White Elephants to the jiedes-
trians of G. H. S.
You played the game in Notre Dame
style, gang.
November 26—National Thanksgiving
Day. November 20 plus 47 days—G.H.S.
Thanksgiving Day—if you passed!
While you are ’sposin’, ’spose that you
go to see “Just Suppose.”
Kniite Rockne has nothing on Coach
Fordham.
Who is the greatest man in the world?
Ask the team. “C. C. Fordham, of
cour.se.” Why? “’Cause he’s a man’s
man, and a good ’un at that.”
LAW AND ORDER
Greensboro High School like every
other community of any size whatever
faces a serious traffic problem. With
eight hundred students moving about
the halls and campus during a period
of three minutes, nine or ten times daily,
it is obvious that some few rules must
be observed to prevent congestion arid
delay in class work.
On the other hand, it is not necessary
to impose a military system of order on
the student body to gain the desired end
—swift and orderly movement of traf
fic between classes. Not at all remark
able in view of past performance is the
fact that the authorities are trusting
entirely to the patriotic spirit of the stu
dents in this matter. No one asks you
to sprint from class to class posing as
a sphynx. No one asks you to become
an insignificant cog in a huge, smooth
working machine of traffic with rhythm
as perfect as that of a Rolls-Royce
motor.
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Here is what’s asked of you. Do
everything in your power to reach your
destination as quickly as possible with
out turning the hall into a hundred-yard
track. 'I’hat means keep to the right;
that means not to loiter as one might
before Nowell’s Pharmacy; that means
not to converse to such an extent that
traffic be imjiedcd. And most of all it
means to watch out for the other fellow.
'I'reat him .right, and he’ll treat you
right, and everybody’ll be happy ever
after, as the story books put it.
At any rate, all attempts at humor
consigned to oblivion for the moment,
it’s u]i to you, students of G. H. S.
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“LEST WE FORGET”
December is at hand, and it will not
be long until the “mid-term” exams roll
around. When that time comes there
will be two types of expressions on the
faces of the students “who really care”
to jiass: with some there will be a look
of self-assurance and poise; others will
show signs of doubt, distress, and agi
tation, marks of sleejilessness and worry.
As the hour approaches there will be a
steady walk and an uneasy tread to the
classrooms, a sure iien and a nervous
hand. It is the same old story written
by the students every year. Why is it
that experience has failed to teach them
the disastrous results of wasting time
and then trying to make up for the loss
of study?
“Time wasted is existence; used is
life.” So says a thinker of the past.
To the man who wastes time life is a
rush—a mere existence—the existence of
being hurried. That the story of failure
and regret be not enacted again this
year, may we take advantage of the days
that remain between now and Christmas,
and, after a joyous Christmas holiday,
stand examinations without regret!
HALTED!
AN APPRECIATION
The student body wishes to join with
Mr. C, W. Phillips and Mrs. Orr in ex
pressing gratitude and appreciation to
Mr. W. M. Curtis, Dean of Greensboro
College, for the copy of The Echo of
1925 presented to the library of Greens
boro High School.
The Echo is the college annual, a beau
tiful book of pictures and stories relat
ing the real life that is lived behind the
portals of Greensboro College. Attrac
tive, artistic and ajipropriate is every
phase presented.
J'his book will prove more than enter
tainment to the students who peruse its
pages; it will afford them instruction
and valuable suggestions.
ENGINEER OF G. H. S.
mar grades. Now he is making rapid
progress in arithmetic under Mr. Boyd,
and reports that he is mastering frac
tions, which “always wmre kind o’ hard
for me to get any sense out of,” he de
clared.
Mr. Walker says that he gets a great
deal out of attending night school. “I’m
getting better on figures all the time.
After a while, when I learn enough, I
want to get into the contracting busi
ness,” he states.
G. H. S. has a unique “lord of the
radiators and roaring furnace fires” in
Mr. Walker. He is quite a busy man
during the day, for he must keep the
heat up in the furnaces of all four of
the buildings which comprise the High
School plant. Yet, after the day’s work
is done, he comes back to the school and
spends an hour or two every night in
absorbing some of the knowledge which
he missed getting in his brief school
career.
BEN M. WILLIATiIS
MAGICIANS OF G. H. S.
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THE “Y”
Pure and wholesome environment
said to be the nucleus around which
good character is formed. The product
of good character is successful men and
women. Not only are men with ideal
characters successful but they are the
builders of society and good servants
for God. That is the thing our Y. M.
C. A. is striving to make out of the
When the night school class in arith
metic is called to order by Mr. Boyd,
one of the hack seats is occupied by a
person who is an important cog in the
machine grinding out graduates year
after year that is the Greensboro High
School. Pie’s the fellow whom the stu
dent often see during the daytime emerg
ing from the depths of the furnace room
or hurrying from building to building,
keeping everlasting vigil on the heat
regulators to see that the temperature
of the school rooms is just right—neither
too hot nor too cold. His official title
is school engineer.
His name is H. C, Walker, and he
lives at 714 Dick Street. About 28 years
old, he is a young man with ambition.
Living in the foothills of the Blue Ridge
mountains until a few years ago, he
never had a chance to attend a good
school. He droiiped out of the little
country school in which he received all
his education when he finished the gram
“What zat, Mister?”
“That is a Mongolian hen, son.”
“What kin he do?”
“Why, that is the one that disappears.”
“Oh!”
“Le’s see you do somethin’.”
Accordingly Professor Wallace, “the
celebrated magician,” reached into the
depths of his lower vest pocket and pro
duced three shining coins, a penny, a
nickel, and a dime. Placing the money
in the palm of his hand, he repeated the
word “rostrum.” When he ojiened his
hand, the penny had vanished. Yes, it
was actually gone!
“Dija see that, Bill?”
Various remarks and ajipraisals fol
lowed in swift order.
Now Professor Wallace is a “celebrat
ed magician.” But there are some peo
ple in old G. H. S. who, although they
are not celebrated, com]iare favorably—
in fact, very favorably—with the re
nowned Wallace.
For instance, we don’t understand how
Glenn Holder slips into his class five or
ten minutes after the bell rings without
being noticed by the teacher. Now, Glenn
maj' be instilled with the jiower of “in
visibility” or he may have padded soles
on his number IPs, but just the same
it’s a mystery to the rest of us.
And we don’t know exactly how Henry
Biggs can sit on a thumb-tack three
times in succession and not “rise.” Some
body said that iierluqis he had a cast-
iron doughnut in his hip pocket. Well,
perluqis.
A fair-haired, rosy-cheeked maiden
asked how Carlton Wilder could wear a
perpetual smile. That’s a problem. How
about it, Carlton?
We’re worried about a certain young
fellow in a first period English' class
who can give a book report without
reading the book. We hand it to you,
, how do you do it?
An interesting letteri has been re
ceived from Mr. Ben M. Wiliams, for
mer iirincipal of the Mclver school.
While holding this position he established
a vacational school which attracted much
attention. He is well known to the stu
dents of G. H. S. and is now studying
at Teachers’ College, in New York City,
residing at 515 West 121st Street.
Mr. Williams especially urges that the
students of old G. H. S. take advan
tage of the opportunities in education
offered in North Carolina, pointing out
the high rating of Tarheelia among her
sister states. He encourages them to
“do each day’s work,” and not try to
“just get by.”
“For those who are trying to decide
just where and when they will drop out
of school, I would like to recount what
Dr. Kilpatrick said to me last Sunday
afternoon, for my own encouragement,”
Mr. Wiliams continued. “Dr. Kilpat
rick finished his work for a doctor’s de
gree at Columbia when he was forty-one
years old. He said this—‘Sticking by
school is simply betting your life that
you will amount to something when you
are through.’ It takes nerve, however,
to ‘bet your life’ and lay down the
stakes.”
WHIPS!
The bean-throwers have been van
quished; the acorn-artillery is no more:
but there is in Greensboro High School
a new source of danger that has all the
effects of a real blood-thirsty battle.
Beans and acorns and “bean-shooters”
had the jihysical affects; if one should
be struck by one of these missiles, he
will vouch for that fact, but there was
none of the “din-of-battle” to such tame
warfare, sq some ingenious warrior
brought one of those “Don Q,” delights,
“bull-whips,” to school, and the fad is
now breaking up classes by its noise
and holding up traffic in the halls and
on the walks because of its danger.
A moment’s practice, and a young
hojieful becomes a true “Son of Zorro,”
wielding the leathery weapon with the
skill of a veteran. A beautiful figure of
eight is described over the head of the
performer and then a simple “twist of
the wrist,” and crack! the deed is done,
the poor teacher must submit herself to
the indignity of poking her fingers in
her ears, or the poor victim must grasp
the stinging member that has been
cracked, and howl in agony. ■
A fad! A fad! Our kingdom for a
fad that will put those abominable
whijis into the trash-cans.
Well, the girls thought that they had
something on the boys when they made
their trip to Southern Pines, but now
the boys play a game in Greensboro and
then get to play the same team in Char
lotte. How about that for a trip?