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Page : HIGH LIFE Friday, April SS, 19S6 High Life Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of The Greensboro High School Greensboro, N. C. Founded by the Class of ’21 Charter Member March 1925 Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C. Management Glenn Holder. Editor-in-Chief Lindsay Moore Biisiiiess Manager Ernest Williams, Asst. Bus & Circ. Mgr. Associate Editors Margaret Ferguson, Betty Brown Carlton Wilder, Georgia Stewart. Editors Elizabeth Rockwell Exchanges Marguerite Harrison Alumni John Mebane — Humor Henry Biggs Graham Todd Athletic Editors Paul Wimbash Mary Tilley Typist Editors Elizabeth Campbell Hilda Smith Weldon Beacham Reporters J. D. McN'airy Claud Sikes Fannie Rockwell James Clements Nell Thurman Marguerite Mason Louis Brooks Weldon Beacham Clyde Conrad 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 Have a purpose in life, and having it throw into your work such strength as God has given you.—Oirls’ Weekly, Nashville, Tenn. Let us have faith that right makes might, and in that faith let us to the end, dare to do our duty as we under stand it.—The Optimist, Atchison, Kan- If we could see that a few soft, con soling words would do much more good in correcting some wrong-doer than words which will cut, rather than heal, our high school would be a much more desirable place to study. —Travalon, Avalon, Pa. Ignorant people have never been com pelled to change their mental habits and have stiffened into an unchangeable at titude. Intelligence demands an alert curiosity but must be a kind that is not prying. Widespread interest in gossip is inspired, not by a love of knowledge, but by malice. —The Southerner. Minneapolis, Minn. TID BITS The only impression we have of Max Albright as “A schemer” is when he’s trying to dodge work. “Music hath powers to soothe the sav age”—Also, noise can make one savage. (This is no insinuation just humor.) Wilders came back from Florida in time to enjoy our charming spring rains. Since he didn’t blow from the North we can’t blame him for that. Those confined in class rooms above the “storm cellar” of the new building, (otherwise designated «as music room) liave reported that they are able to sleep soundly ever since the presentation of the “Belle of Barcelona.” Mr. Miller and his orchestra have been doing some good after all. MUSIC Tliere are some things whicli it is im possible for any human being to express in spoken words—unknown yearnings; longings; blind gropings of men for some thing finer than this world will ever see. Poetry is man’s nearest approach to their spoken expression, and it falls far short of making them tangible. Such things are indefinable; nobody under stands, nobody is able to define them. Vet they are there, deep down in the soul of every human being. They are the things that lift mankind above the rank of the mere animal; they comprise the divinity in man. Only in music can these things be ex pressed. Music is the language of the soul. A violin in the hands of a master sometimes sobs out these unknown yearn ings, makes one’s very being long for something beyond the power of human understanding. The heart throbs, the pathos, the longings of a billion souls pour forth in a stream of liquid notes from the master’s bow. They set one a-tremhle with their very intensity. And then the violin forgets these things, ig nores them, and laughs forth its story of the joy that lies in the mere business of living. Any instrument can express the same things as the violin, although in a lesser degree. It is the dreamer of the musical family. ’I'he person who masters a musical instrument is tlie pos sessor of a means of exjiression that can be of untold value to liini and the world. In Greensboro High School music has made rapid strides of late years. Beginning hack in 1921 with a little or ganization of jazz performers known as the stringers, every year has added its contributions until today G. H. S. has a fir.d class orchestra of over fifty pieces, an excellent band, and two large glee clubs, one for hoys and one for girls. Five years ago music received atten tion locally. It was looked upon by the boys as effeminate, only for girls and “sissies.’’ And then with the coming of Mr. Gildersleve in 1922 and Mr. Miller in 1923, tilings began to change. The or chestra and band were formed, and mu sic liegan to take a prominent place among school activities. During the sum mer of 1924 the Munieijial Band was or ganized, and many high school students played in it the past two summers. 'The attitude toward music has changed greatly. Today big, husky foot- hall men help make up the glee clubs, band, and orchestra. It is a high honor to belong to one of these organizations. Music is coming into its own in Greens boro High School. GLENN GILDERSLEEVE Wlien the word “music” is mentioned in connection with any account of the activities of Greensboro High School, in variably it is associated with the name of Glenn Gildersleeve. For no under taking or achievement in this field that has been consummated during the past three years—and there have been a large number and a brilliant array of them— but must be credited in large part to the Director of Music. In tlie fall of 1923 he came to us. His ])ast life had been characterized by years of study and achievement, particularly in his clmsen field. Born in Wayne, Ne braska, he completed his secondary school education at the Nebraska State Normal school situated there. Four years fol lowed at Nebraska Weslyan where they won an A.B. degree. In the Columbia School of Music at New York City he received his M.A. after two years of study there. Immediately prior to his coming here he had taught two years in the jniblic schools of Rochester, New York. Thus in addition to his native ability he brought to us a generous amount of experience in the field of music. Here, his work needs no detailed ex planation. It is familiar to all. Out of material that was still in the raw, un developed state wlien he came, he has created our glee clubs, our orchestra, ail the musical activitieus that we have, whicli stand as the concrete, tangible re sults of liis three years of achievement. His gift to us, however, has not only been these activities in vvhich we take so much normal, justifiable pride, but also something of the innate delight we can take in the mysterious flow of emotion in sound, something intangible, indefinable of the nature of music itself, which he has awakened in us. H. GRADY MILLER Now and then through force of cir cumstance or for some personal reason, a man stejis off the road to fame, after having made some progress up its length amid the bright lights of New York, Philadelphia, Chicago, or some other great center of tlie life of the nation, and retires into tlie comparative ob scurity of life in a small town such a.s Greensboro. But such cases are rare in deed, and there is always a strong rea son behind them. Down in .Aslieboro, N. C., lives the mother of H. Grady Miller. In the sum mer of 1923 her health began to fail. At that time her son was in New York, where he was rapidly making a name for himself in the musical world, after hav ing successfully headed an army band while a lieutenant in the United States army during the war, directed a circus band, performed in Keith's vaudeville, played the leading part in a popular Broadway musical comedy for two years, and served as a member of Paul Whit man's world-famous orchestra. As soon as he received the news he threw his career, fame, all of such things to the winds and hurried to her bedside. I.ater he accejited the position of Instructor 'in orchestra and band in Greensboro High School so that he might be near her. Having studied music in the leading schools of New York, and Richmond, Mr. Miller taught for sixteen years in the schools of New York, Richmond, Greens boro, Raleigh, and Elon College. He has a rich baritone voice, and is at pres ent leader of the choir at West Market Methodist church. 'I'he master of any in strument, his specialty is the clarinet. Mr. Miller's wide knowledge of music, ills talent and his personality have en abled him to work wonders with the rath er discouraging material and prospects tliat greeted him on his arrival liere. He has built up a splendid band of 45 pieces. He lias helped many students to find themselves and discovered talent that may develop some day into musicians able to bring to the multitude the great blessing of really splendid music. Broadway’s loss is Grejensboro’s gain. Mr. Miller has had a great deal to do with placing music on it’s present firm foundation in the city and the High School, and a future of unlimited possi bilities stretches forward for it under his leadership. ORCHESTRA INSPIRATION Random Reflection lly G. P. H. G. H. S. BOYS DEFEAT SALISBURY BY 8 TO 4 The Greensboro boys triumphed over Salisbury on April 8, by the count of 8-4. 'I'he locals made a splendid show ing and displayed a fine brand of base ball. Fife led for Greensboro, securing a homer, a double and 2 singles, out of four times at bat for the locals, allow ing only five hits and fanning 17 of his opponents. 'I’he restless flow of pedestrians split upon a little group in the middle of the sidewalk, and surged onward on eith.er side. 'I’he white, shifting lights of the theatrical signs of Broadway' between 4Gth and 47th streets cast a sharp ra diance upon two little negroes as one of them shuffled his feet in a crude imita tion of tlie Charleston. ’Hie other patted his hands and one foot in time to the tapping of his comiianion’s feet on the ]>avement, his eyes rolling as lie gazed uj) into the faces of the crowd gathered around. At intervals someone would toss a coin in his direction, and with all the agility of an ape he would dart across the pavement and scoop it up, his gen erous lips parting in a delighted grin, disclosing teeth glistening white as only a negro's teeth can. Chinese, Jews, Scandinavians, Ital ians, Englishmen, every nationality, but all New Yorkers,'together with a few who were evidently visitors from other places, taking in the sights of the Big Town, made up the interested group of onlookers. All watched, laughing, en joying the ecstatic rolling of the little black dancers’ eyes as he solemnly twisted Ids spindly legs in weird contor tions. Millionaires rubbed elbows with truck drivers and stevedores in the au dience there under the brightest lights in the world, on the most democratic thor oughfare of the most democratic nation on earth. A pair of beefy blue-clad shoulders ])lowed through the crowd and the lights of Broadwiay were reflected from gleam ing brass buttons, 'i'he alert companion of the Charleston performer spied them, and with a warning kick at his partner’s legs he melted away into the throng. 'I'he crowd mingled with the surging tide of Broadway’s millions, muttering against the bluecoat for having spoiled their fun. Back on Elm street in Greensboro, on Front street in Yukon, on Piccaddily in I.ondon tlie Rue De la Paix in Paris, the Roos in Sudan, in Hongkong, the same scene miglit liave been diqilicated at that moment—the same jieople watching those two little negroes shuffle their fe-et. 'I'he Ford chugged into Irvington, and one of the tourists hailed a studious, in telligent a])pearing man who was strid ing down the sidewalk. “Which way to Wa.shington Irving’s home?'’ was the inquiry. “Who’s he? Don’t know him”, came the indifferent reply. Disgustedly the drivers started the Ford and rolled on. A cop and tliree more well-dressed men were asked as to the route, but none of them had ever heard of Washington Irv ing, much less of where his home was situated. .Vnd then the Ford paused beside an old man sweeping the street, an old fel low with faded blue eyes and a wistful, tobacco-stained mouth. “Washington Irving's home? Yes sir. Take the first left turn and drive straight ahead about a mile. Sunny Side, it is called. A beautiful, historcal old place it is”, and the old man's eyes light ed with enthusiasm. Living within hailing distance of the ver.\' l>irth]>lace of such a figure as Wash ington Irving in the literature of the na tion, those seemingly intelligent, well educateil men had never heard of him, while the old street-sweeper seemed well acxpiainted with his home and its his tory. What a seeming incongruity! But such is often the way of the world. Luther Burbank died an infidel, said the ])a])ers. .After such a life spent in close communion with Nature and her growing things, how could any man fail to see and feel the force of some divine hand back of it all? It is hard to be lieve, es})eciaUy in the case of such an intellectual, strong minded man as Bur- hank was. Probably the whole story of his atheistic beliefs Ls notliing more than the meaningless chatter of an old man magnified and distorted many fold by some sensation-seeking journalist. 'The other afternoon a little old man in overalls, evidently a farmer, walked u]) to the red fire alarm stand on Jef ferson Square, opened the glass door, indled down the alarm lever, deposited two letters in the aperture opened by it, and sauntered away with the air of one who has done his duty and done it well. in a few minutes four huge red trucks dashed u]) to the square, sirens shrieking and bells clanging. Men and boys came running from all directions, the overalled old man among them. He gaped in open mouthed wonder as the fire chief rammed his hand in the alarm box and drew out the two letters. “What ye doin' takin’ my letters out of tliat thar mailbox?” the old man ex citedly asked, seizing liim by the arm. The chief stared a minute in silence, and then burst into a roar of laughter, in wliich the crowd joined. Between chok ing fits of merriment he informed the be wildered countryman that blue boxes with slots in them were for letters, and that red ones of that sort were fire alarm boxes. Ignorance is an amusing quality. If tlie old man hadn’t been so transparently innocent of any wrong intentions and his action, so mirth-provoking in its igno rance, he would luive been arrested and sent to jail. However, very few people are as ignorant as that.
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