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Friday, November 19,1926
Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greensboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the
Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
EMtor-in-Gliief Betty Brown
Business Manager . . . Dick Burroughs
Asst. Bus. Mgr. and Circulation Mgr.
Beverly Moore Louis Brooks
Henry Biggs Carlton IVilder
Paul Wimbish Finley Atkisson
Clyde Norcom Margaret Britton
Alumni Editor .... Frances Williams
Exchange Editor . . Mary Lynn Carlson
Cartoonist Ed Turner
Humor Editor Graham Todd
.Jule Squires Glenn Hackney
John M. Brown Nell Thurman
Nancy Clements Helen Shuford
Mary E. King Jack Kleemeier
J. D. McNairy James Clements
Helen Miles Clyde Conrad
Mrs. Mary S. Ashford
Miss Edith Hammond
Miss Mary Harrell
The trouble with a great many boys
is that they are burning the midnight
cigarette instead of the midnight oil.—
8ky High, Asheville High School.
The man who is really great is the
man who has learned to take unfavor
able criticism and use it constructively.
—The Hornet, Furman University.
Bestow honor on some and it leads
to self-betterment; in others it, inspires
a selfish desire for more honor.—North
Central News, Spokane, Wash.
If you would be beautiful, think
beauty. Drink in the beauties of na
ture. Saturate your soul with beauty,
and some of it will work out in your
face.—The Echo, Salisbury High School.
It has been said “it is better to be a
big fish in a little pond than a little
fish in a big pond.” We put people’s
pictures on our front page, who may
seem big, but they surely don't look it.
The editor’s trip to New York has
started brewing in the Publication
Room. A group of the staff members
went to New York and returned the
other day in one period.
Only one addition is necessary to
make the editor’s room a complete con
venience ; that is electric lights.
Oftimes the workers leave the work un
finished because of lack of light by
which they can work.
Rain, rain, rain—
It surely was wet, too!
Lots of waves but no marcelles!
The French teachers are doing their
subjects up brown. Everybody’s doin’
it! Doin’ what ? Talking French !
Christmas is coming! Even the band
and orchestra realize it, judging from
the music (?) we hear every day.
Greensboro expects to have a large
delegation at the Older Boys’ Confer
ence. Boys, don’t disappoint her!
Leaders in school are people who
have winning personalities, friendly
ways and good influence. In G. H. S.
there is real leader in Beverly IMoore.
Beverly came to high school
ith the group who entered a few days
late in the fall of 1923. From the first
session in 101 to the days in lOG, he has
stood out as a person of rare ability and
high ambitions usually accomplished.
The greatest honor, not only local out
national that ctin be paid a high school
student is to be chosen president of the
Torchlight Society. A boy must be
very influential and strong to be elected
to head the Hi-Y club. Beverly holds
both these positions and falls short of
the qualifications in no wise.
His classmates were more convinced
of his capabilities after giving him po
sition as manager of their Junior Car
nival. He put this over in good fashion
and exhibited quite a bit of executive
He is associate-editor of High Life
and for three years has possessed a star,
significant of very high scholastic aver
age. Be^■erly will be remembered in
connection with the colored character
in “Just Suppose,” having made quite
a hit as Haunabal, the old negro ser
He takes part in all scholastic activi
ties and is a good high school citizen,
contributing all he has to offer to some
Stop, Look, and Listen
When our forefathers bowed their
heads over a woodland feast, more than
three hundred years ago, and rendered
thanks to God, their blessings were
only a minimum of those we are now
enjoying. Yet in the hurry of modern
life we are prone to depreciate our op
portunities; to forget the privileges we
We take them as a matter of fact, ac
cept them as axiomatic merely because
they have always been with us. Were
we to analyze them we would find that
they are far greater than the blessings
for which our ancestors rendered such
Through the centuries this day of
Thanksgiving has come down to us, but
in a way it has lost most of its original
meaning. It is still a time of joy,
though in our joy we often forget it
was created as a memorial to the good
ness of Providence.
In the midst of our festivities can we
not And a little time to recall the spirit
of that first Thanksgiving, and out of
the depths of our hearts give true
thanks for our many blessings?
Reading good books is something that
we all approve of but few- of us ac
tually do. Perhaps in our desire for
pleasure we have overlooked reading
and passed it off as hard work because
we have to do it in school.
Reading is one of the greatest joys
and the finest recreations of life. It
creates for us an ideal world, a dream
world, or an Utopia, where we may
spend much of our time in imaginina-
tion and rise above the prosaicism of
In literature we get the past restored
to us ; we have the present interpreted ;
and the future prophesied. We accept
the facts as the scientist and the his
torian give them to us, but it is for
literature to interpret these facts to
bring to us their beauty and value. It
is better to have the habit of reading
and not have a college education than
to have a college education and stop
Bon jour tout le monde:
A funny thing happened the other
day. A tall student came lanking down
the halls with never a care to worry
him, apparently. He encountered a
short stubby friend at the intersection
who seemed to be upset about the ap
proach of Christmas. To be frank I’ve
never heard boys discussing such effe
minate things before.
Well, I don’t have to worry about
where that check will come from,” re
marked the first. “You see ,I’Ve been
depositing a little every Tuesday.”
I*oetry ! Poetry ! Poetry !
That’s all I hear from all the teach
ers all day. I’m surely—well I don’t
know just what to say to Mr. Archer for
inspiring them to read poetry on all
occasions. If I didn’t love it I’d sure
ly tell somebody something; but it
really does express your feeling a great
deal better than prose.
The beating, pattering rain the other
day called forth some very audible
screams. About one o’clock it started
pouring and you should have heard the
people who have lunch at the sixth
period scampering in out of the wet.
All splashed with mud and with hose
of a darker color than before, the mem
bers of the more talkative sex, went
running to the crowded shelter of the
new building. The board walk was
more popular, I judged from the mud I
saw on some of the shoes, than was the
No one seemed altogether happy—as
is usual on a rainy day. Gloom pre
vailed in all phases of school life ex
cept the chapel program. However you
could never say that that was “sad” if
you have heard what I did.
Perhaps all you Latin students think
that I used to be a waiter for Juno,
and I did. But I think mythology tells
it that I was carrying a pitcher to my
mistress one day and fell down. I wish
to correct that statement! I did not
fall down; as well as I remember I
Everyone who reads my column will
have missed some of the juicy bits of
news if they don’t assimilate the
Alumni column. Even if you don’t
know Dizzy Irvin you can enjoy some
of her witticisms about California, es
pecially those who may by chance be
planning to study—life. Dizzy was just
a real girl interested in anything any
body else was and a few others. She is
living-in California and going to school
at the LTniversity of California. Many
a day do I remember that she has fear
ed I was cold so she parked her coat
on me and tried to find a cigarette for
me to smoke.
The whlTe sweater that I saw run
ning around the school the Monday
after the Lexington game was quite
lovely and still prettier to me when I
learned that the owner, president of
the student body, got it by making two
touchdowns at the game. It must have
gone to his head, although I hesitate
to say it but he was known, in fact, re
ported to have been high-hatting every
one, which isn’t his real nature at all.
Quite a few of the teachers took a
vacation last week. I heard the differ
ent remarks on their trips.
It seems that Misses Mary Ellen
Blackmon, F. S. Mitchell and Laura
Tillett went to the pottery and were
very fascinated with the process of
making the vases and everything.
Misses Lucy Morgan and Robbie
Bayer motored to Asheville to spend
the week-end. We hope it wasn’t as
cold there as it was in Greensboro.
Miss Martin and Miss Grogan took
Gwendolyn Rebecca (that’s the Ford)
and Mrs. Mary Ashford and viewed the
city of Winston.
Besides these trips I heard various
comments on the Salisbury-Winston
game and also on the Davidson-Caro-
But they all came back, and I’ll be
back next issue.
There is at present a great deal of
talk, discussion, and turmoil in our
school over grades. It seems to me
that we should stop and think just
what grades really mean to us. To
some they mean the end for which they
are working, to others a necessary evil,
vhile to the real student they mean
nothing. ’Fhat is, the real student is
here to learn and when he has learned
a subject and knows that he knows it,
then what someone else thinks of his
knowledge does not matter to him. He
realizes that when we are grown and
are making our way in the world, it
will not be the person who made the
best grades in school who will always
get ahead, but the person who knows
something. Thus he puts very little
faith in grades as a gauge of his learn-
ing, but lather trusts his mind to reg
ister the result of his studies.
A more inadequate measure of our
work could hardly be thought of than
grades. To illustrate what I mean let
me cite an incident which occurred in
our school three or four years ago. A
certain English paper was sent out by
the University from Chapel Hill tp the
teachers of the state to grade. 'When
received by the head of our English de
partment, it was passed out to the va-
lious teachers. 'When the grades were
compared, strange to say, they ranged
anj where from forty, a very low fail
ure, to ninety, an honor roll grade.
The reason for this is obvious; each
teacher measures by a different stand
ard. '^Yhile we may be doing excellent
work for one teacher, the same work
for another will be almost failure. 'We
have to change our standards each
period If we are to keep our grades up.
It seems to me, Mr. Editor, that if
grades are held up before us as an end
for which to work, then we are bein-
taught a false ideal. They are supei”
fleial in their entirety. Who can say
that our knowledge of a certain sub-
.lect is 83 or 4 or 92? Knowledge can
not be measured in such exacting terms
Those who attempt it, fail; those who
teach us that it can, teach us falsely.
J. D. McNairy, Jr.
to send notices around oftener anil
arouse more interest in football games:|
Perhaps the chairman of each rooiij
could make it a point to And out wheil
and where the games are to be, aiii|
stress the importance of the support oi|
the student bodv.
The large attendance of the Greensi
boro School Parent-Teacher meeting;
drops olT when we get to High School >
We want our parents to come after w I
get in High School, for we realize th |
importance of the Parent-Teacher meet i
ings. Maybe we are to blame for tliis|
If we would tell the mothers about th i
interesting programs they have, andtli
good times they have at the social lioui]
I believe they would come.
I wonder,if the new students realizt
that, they are a part of our liigl
school? By this time they should cerj
tainly feel that they are a part of ns
but I think some of them feel they ai'tl
being left out of our good times. Cerl
tainly, if we are to excel in worthwhilfl
things, this ought to be one of oiii|
aims. I''riendshii) is one of the fore
most things in the life of every boj
and girl. i just wonder if each of n
thinks we have done our best in niakin£|
the new students feel they are iieedec,
to make uii our school?
When I went to the Greeiwboi-o-
Spencer game I was disappolated In
the attendance of the pupils of G. H. S
Less than one-foiirth of the student
body was there. 1 have heard many
students speak of the poor spirit of
other schools, but as far as spirit is
concerned we have no room to talk'
Isn't there some way by advertising
with more posters and more bulletins
The school in general and e
the editors of Homespun are t(
.gratulated on the unusually
pearance of this year's initial
of that periodical. A magazim
type as this may well be co
to rank among our most vali
The theme, modern youth,
tainly been played up in an a
manner by Carlton Wilder, t
chief, and his assistants,
throughout the magazine is
awkwardness of amateurs bu
the smooth flow of languge of
writers. To say the least, it i
of literary production not coi
the average high school.
With such work as this cc
we confidently predict that ^
hence will find the south not th
literary field of the past, but
south embraced with a w
geniuses along the line of litei
Carry on. Homespun, carry