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Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greensboro High School
Greensboro, N. G.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the
Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
STAFF FOR SENIOR ISSUE
Editor-in-Cliief Nell Thurman
Business Manager Allen Brewer
Mary Jane Wharton Mary Lyon Leak
Cynthia Vaughn Ruth Lewis
Jane Harris Zaidee Smith
Bob Caveness Charles McLees
Alumni Editor James Lassiter
Exchange Editor . . . Virginia Dougias
Cartoonist Ed Turner
Humor Editor . Graham Todd
George Flutton Elizabeth Betts
Miss Laura A. TTllett
Miss Laura Sumner
Sometimes we quite pride ourselves
upon our ability to “size up” people,
to distinguish skilfully and unerringly
between the worthy and worthless, the
genuine and the veiieered. But who
among us has the courage conscientious
ly or critically to turn the microscopic
eye upon himself, or put himself in
the scales balance by his own judg
ment—Shreveport Hi Life, Shreveport,
Carving character is a choicer call
ing than cutting coupons, and making
manhood better than making money—
W. W. Dawley.
That one may study, and study, and
yet be dumb! At least I’m sure it
must be so in G. H. S.
For there is nothing either good or
bad, but thinking makes it so: Have
you thought of graduation?
That is all right, boys and girls—
Otto Wood will be home next year
when you call.
Where are all the little girls and
boys who used to remain after school
to clean teacher’s blackboards?
Where is the little one-room school-
house of yesterday? It is directly to
the right in the rear of Greensboro
“The time is out of joint! O cursed
spite!” Who can study weather like
Students, steer your comma sen
tences clear of Miss Tillett.
Education is progressing fast. Pu
pils are learning more according to
their age now than they did a few
years ago. In the freshman class, that
recently came to our school, some of
the pupils look as if they are not
large enough to be out alone. Little
boys in knee trousers, and little girls,
still wearing socks, swarm over the
buildings and grounds as if this school
were a first year kindergarten.
Old G. H. S. is growing very rapidly,
especially around the barn-yard. We
now have a chicken-house with several
young biddies. They are being fed
on education and are growing a little.
The chicken-house is located at the
rear of the main building where it can
be easily watched and cared for.
One of the greatest honors that can
be given a student of our high school
is that which has been recently be
stowed upon Edgar Kuykendall, presi
dent-elect of the senior class which
graduates at mid-term, January, 1928.
A position of dignity, it carries with
it many responsibilities which demand
the confidence and trust of the class
as individuals and as a unit.
And when the senior class declared
its faith in “Ed” Kuykendall, they
made no mistake; it was truly a choice
that did honor to the class’ judgment,
reflecting favorably their foresight.
During his early high school days at
Lindsay Street School, Kuykendall
proved himself a leader. As a fresh
man he became president of the Junior
High School Debating Club, and in
that same year went out for the Tri
angular Debate, making alternate po
sition the following year. Later he dis
tinguished himself in debate and dec
lamation at Greensboro High School.
For two years he has represented
Greensboro in the annual debates with
Winston-Salem and Fligh Point. Fie
has served as president of the Debat
ing Club, exhibiting traits of unusual
ability and leadership. As a junior
he served his class as vice-president
when he entered into the work, often
quite distasteful, as common to junior
classes when they come face to face
with the necessity of funds for the
Junior-Senior. His interests are broad
and varied, and his versatility is
equalled by his capability. In 1926 he
was a contributing editor to Homespun
and a strong member of the staff when
the magazine was fighting for exist
Popular, richly endowed with native
ability and sound judgment, he has
naturally found a place of leadership
among his felloAvs, and, in his senior
year, after a long period of service, he
has been unanimously chosen to pilot
his class into port.
There were only. a few students at
the Declamation Contest and Debating
Preliminaries held in the school the
past two weeks.
These facts show us that there is
little interest shown by the students
of G. H. S. along these lines.
Interest in these intellectual lines
has declined greatly in the last few
decades. Young people are inclined in
these days to look down upon debate
and oratory as somewhat effeminate,
or at least dry and uninteresting. Now
this is entirely a misconception. These
activities require in their way just as
much vigor and energy as athletics re
quire from the physical powers. They
are surely almost as interesting to
watch as an athletic contest, for in
both may be found the drama of com
petition and a keen emotional thrill.
SUCH IS LIFE!
Blessings on thee, freshman mild.
With thy toys of a child.
May you always have the joy
That is known to you, a boy.
Now in steps a sophomore.
With the wise, wise look of yore.
To tell the wide world, as a whole.
That he’s outstepped his freshman role.
Now here conies our junior man.
Doing everything he can
To flunk his work it really seems,
I wonder if that’s what he means?
And now our dignified senior tries
To make us think he is so wise.
Some people he may fool—not me.
For I’m a senior, too, you see.
The Recent Exhibit
The exhibit held recently at the
Greensboro High School was a great
success. It furnished an interesting
kaleidoscopic view of the various ac
tivities which the students are carry
The English, mathematics, science,
business, domestic science, foreign lan
guage, and dramatic departments were
all represented in the exhibit. Both
the work that the students have been
doing in connection with the regular
courses and also that of the extra-cur
ricular activities were given represen
tation. A great amount of talent and
application went to the making of
these various exhibits.
It is an excellent thing to hold such
a display of the students’ work occa
sionally, because parents are thus en
abled to get a complete idea of how
their children are progressing. We
venture to say that in looking at the
various works of skill of this exhibi
tion, the parents of Greensboro High
School could have felt nothing short of
gratification. This is a splendid com
mentary on the work of both teachers
Even though I am a member of the
Homespun staff, this article is not in
tended as an advertisement of the
magazine subscription campaign held
for the benefit of the new students in
Last week there was a little can
vassing done by members of the staff
for Homespun. This campaign was es
pecially for the benefit of the fresh
men. The editors thought surely the
freshmen would be interested in one
of the most vital organs of the school.
Homespun. The magazine was offered
at a very reasonable price, which would
make it possible for everyone to sub
scribe. Practically all inducements
were made in encouraging new sub
The result was extremely disappoint
ing. Of the possibly one hundred and
seventy freshmen, from ten to twenty
subscribed. Almost all of the twenty
new seniors subscribed, thereby great
ly showing up the freshmen. A poor
representation of the first year class, I
If the magazine is not to receive the
support of the “Yearlings,” then truly
it is headed for failure. Some of the
members of this class are scheduled
for leadership in school activities in
later years; consequently, if no inter
est is shown by them, student organi
zations are doomed.
It seems to me, Mr. Editor, that it
is high time for the present freshman
class to be waking up. Juniors and
seniors are not supposed to exhibit all
the interest in school life. The time
is ripe now for the lower classes to
start in. It is time for them to show
some originality and zeal in the vari
ous organizations. Of course, I realize
that manj^ of them are just beginning
to settle down and to find their places.
This is meant mainly as a warning to
them, however, to hold up the stand
ards set for them by so many pre
The ejms of the school are upon the
freshmen, and it is up to them to show
I wish, if I may, to call the atten
tion of the students of this high school
to a frequent occurrence within our
school. Briefly, it is the indifferent at
titude of some of our fellow-students
toward the various causes for which
we send forth calls for help. In many
cases a visible reward must be offered
before a fair response is made.
On the whole, this sort of reaction
seems very inert and undeserving. Fur
thermore, when a pot of gold has to
be assured at the end of every rain
bow, our policy will prove void and
unworthy. May we consider this
thought and try to improve it?
When you are called on to make a
talk in chapel you are usually petrified,
and very much relieved when it is over
and your heart resumes once more its
usual pace. You, too, like all others
speaking to a crowd, are very much
distracted if your audience is restless.
You wonder if you have failed to make
your point, if your hair is rumpled,
or if you are pacing the floor too
much. In fact, numerous worries be-
siege your mind and soon you are ill
at ease and wondering what to say
It is no more than plain courtesy on
the part of an audience to listen at
tentively to .its speaker whether he is
a classmate or a speaker from some
other field. There is always some
thing worthwhile in what the is saying.
If there were not he would not be
there, merely passing away both your
and his time.
Every speaker in our chapel program
has prepared his speech with a view
of putting across something worth
while to his audience. If you will do
your part by keeping quiet and listen
ing you will not only be doing the
speaker a kind and courteous act, but
also jmu will gain more from the lec
THE SPRING COMPLEX
By the so-called infallible sign of
our forefathers spring has arrived. The
robin is once more dancing over our
green lawns and making the lowly
worm lead a truly miserable existence.
Look at him as he skips about. Is he
not the very essence of energy? Why
couldn’t we mortals have a hundredth
part of his life?
According to the poet, our thoughts
turn to love in spring, but our thoughts
revert to anything else but love when
the call to arise is given to us in the
morning. Indeed^—I quote another poet
—we crave to wrap the drapery of our
couch about us and lie down to pleas
ant dreams. But duty calls, so at last
we desert our comfortable couches, don
our garments, swallow a few spoonfuls
of tasteless cereal and plod our weary
way to school.
Arrived at the seat of knowledge, in
a kind of stupor we seat ourselves and
listen to an interminable series of
words hurled at us by some person em
ployed by the city to do so. At last
the daily routine of classes is completed
and we are dismissed.
Then the social activities of the eve
ning fill our mind so that when night
draws near and we prepare to fill the
date, we break away from our lethargy
and feel that spring is really a delight
February 25, 1927
Verse by Matilda Robinson
’Tis thus a senior’s day begin:
An alarm clock's frightful clash!
He’s forced to jump from his nice,
And for school make one wild dash.
“Where is room 207?”
“Second floor, main building, head
of front stairs.”
“Mister, which is annex ‘B’?”
“Do you mean barn ‘B’? Well, it’s
the right hand one. See?”
“Umph! Those freshmen run like
there is a fire! I’ve been knocked down
“Gash! I’ve got Miss Tillett for
“You’re lucky to get her!”
“But I heard that she’s hard!”
“Oh, you’ll hear anything. You’ll
like her fine. I’ve had her two semes
“Miss Mitchell said I had to take
biology and it makes me so mad!”
“Don’t you like to play with worms?”
“Oh, I’m so worried! I know I can’t
pass history. Mr. Wynne says that
everything I say is wrong!”
“Oh, you needn’t mind that. You
won’t have any heroes when you get
through his course!”
“I have lunch at the forth period
9-iid I just know 111 starve before sup
Oh, I m all mixed up! I don’t know
where to go!”
Thus, we passed the first few days
of school with this between classes.
On reaching there he goes to class,
A boring talk to hear.
But his mind will wander in spite of
To his giri so pretty—so dear.
Of other things to claim his time
There’re many, many more.
Dramatics, High Life, Homspun,
And clubs, and tasks galore.
And when at last the day is past.
He thinks once more he’s free;
Some heartless creature makes him stay
An hour—or two—or three.
“Ruth Abbott! Ruth Abbott! Oh!
Oh! Saints preserve us, what will we
come to next?” And Miss Grogan fell
fiat on the floor in a dead faint.-
Quickly we turned in our seats, and
we too saw and we too wept. There
she was, take her for all and all,—
there was our nonchalant Riithie, her
hair greased closely to her head, with
vampish spit-curls all around her face.
Somehow the shock was too great. We
had all suspected such as this, but not
But wait, there is more. It is a posi
tive fact that each day at chapel period
Miss Grogan has quite a job keeping
Ruth away from the boys in the back
of the room.
Nowq dear reader, you may think
what you please about such “goings
on,” but as for me I cannot help but
believe that there is some beast of a
man at the bottom of this. For why
should any girl act thus if it were not
so? Just this I want to say—Ruth, be
wary of thy step; and “ahvays remem
ber and never forget — you have a
friend who loves you yet.”
“Frailty, thy name is woman,” a®.
Miss Tillett or Hamlet might say.
If traffic conditions keep up at the
rate they are going now in the halls,
we shall be compelled to have “Stop”
and “Go” signals before long. Keep
to the right when going from class to
class and do not break the speed laws