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Page Two HIGH LIFE Friday, November 19,1926 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 \\:-PRESS-^^ Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C. Beverly Moore EMtor-in-Gliief Betty Brown Business Manager . . . Dick Burroughs Asst. Bus. Mgr. and Circulation Mgr. Ed Davant Associate Editors Beverly Moore Louis Brooks Henry Biggs Carlton IVilder 8port Editors Paul Wimbish Finley Atkisson Clyde Norcom Margaret Britton Alumni Editor .... Frances Williams Exchange Editor . . Mary Lynn Carlson Cartoonist Ed Turner Humor Editor Graham Todd Typists .Jule Squires Glenn Hackney Reporters John M. Brown Nell Thurman Nancy Clements Helen Shuford Mary E. King Jack Kleemeier J. D. McNairy James Clements Helen Miles Clyde Conrad Faculty Advisers Mrs. Mary S. Ashford Miss Edith Hammond Miss Mary Harrell COPIED CLIPPINGS 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. TIDBITS 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 ability. 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 vant. He takes part in all scholastic activi ties and is a good high school citizen, contributing all he has to offer to some thing worthwhile. 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 have. 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 devout thanks. 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? Why Read? 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 our life. 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 reading. 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 was tripped. 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- lina fray. But they all came back, and I’ll be back next issue. Hastily, Hebe. Dear Editor: 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. Margaret Betts. Dear Editor; 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. Helen Miles Dear Editor: 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? Clyde Norcom. Dear Editor: 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 Dear Editor: 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 sets. 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

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