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High School, Greensboro, X. C.
Founded by the Glass of '21
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post OBlce, Greensboro, X. C.
IMiior-in^ChUi Constance Blackwood
Aasidtunt Editor-in-Chi'f •• Edith Latham
Ugitor 1 Fillmore Wilson
^Jl>ta(/eI■ Leah Louise Baach
Assistant business .l/a««;/cn -- Lewis Ginsberg
Sports Editors Evelyn Strader, Paige Holder
Typinv Editors Cynthia Pipkin, Margaret Knight
4if Editors Garl Carlson, Howell Overton
Feature Editor -loyve Heritage
Exchanye Editor ^Kathryn Ginsberg
Beverlv Burgess Lane Barksdale
Harriet Heath Quentin Dixon
Eda Walters Carolyne Hay
I’owell Banner Barbara Witherspoon
Marguerite LeEort Edward Cone Robert Ricks
Mary Rucker Phyllis llagedorn Elyn Fowler
William Venning Miriam Robinson .Tack Nowlin
Ruth Harris Edwin Gambrell Helen Crutchfield
Elizabetli Cravtn Herbert Montgomery James t'anuidnud
Robert Saunders Elizabeth Whaley
Mrs. Alma G. Coitrane
.ifembir of the Americuu Hoy Muyuiine Feature Serrice
(Ch a rtcr f Member)
JjwTHe Owl's Nest
November—Armistice and Thanksgiving
November brings thoughts of Peace and Gratitude to all true
Americans; thoughts of peace from the Annistice signed on November
11, 1918, when peace was made among nations.
November is the month of harvests, the month in which our fore
fathers, the Pilgrims gave thanks to God for bringing them safely to the
new land and giving them a bountiful harvest.
Today we have much to be thankful for. Many people do not have
so much as they have had, but however small may be one’s supply of
this world’s goods, some one else’s supply is still smaller.
November is the month of shooting stars, scientifically speaking.
November is a month of Community Drives for helpfulness, encourage
ment, co-operation, and a month of historical events for America.
Make November the month of shooting stars for G. II. S. Are we
trying to co-operate with the, faculty, with our classmates, and our
friends ? Are we going to help and encourage the less fortunate 1
Begin Planning a Career Now
No one expects us to read the future. We can, however, get some
idea of what our future is going to he like by analyzing our likes and
dislikes, abilities and inabilities, so that we can find out what it is that
suits us best in the line of work. First of all, do not get the idea
that you are not especially suited to one type of vocation. Practically
everyone has the ability to do something especially well, and there are
probably no exceptions to this rule in G. H. S.
After one has found out what type of career to follow, the thing
to do is to prepare to meet the problems and situations, good or bad,
which are likely to arise in one’s work.
In Commemoration of Peace
On the eleventh of November, 1918, fourteen years ago'millions of
soldiers and home folks were relieved of the nervous strain caused by
the horrors of war. Soldiers in the trenches thought of coming home
to friends and loved ones. People at home were hoping and praying
that their own loved ones were among the fortunate ones to come back
alive. Millions of men were crippled and injured for life; towns, cities,
and even nations were almost entirely demolished.
Think of it; men were fighting like wild animals in the jungle,
white men, each struggling for the other’s life, men supposed to be
civilized but who were far removed from civilized ideas. Now, these
men who were engaged in war send a prayer heavenward to God thank
ing Him for the peeace which was restored by the signing of the
Here's a Good Investment
Although the students activity fee has some faults, it also has
many virtues, In the first place an activity card is a good investment.
There are very few students who wouldn’t spend two dollars and a
half for high school activities in the course of a year.
If the student would only invest his two dollars and half in an ac
tivity card, he could go to all of the activities at the same cost. Some stu
dents find it hard to get two dollars and a half at one time, but if they
wi.sh to receive the publications and attend the activities it will save
them money in the long run.
Stay Until the End
Life is like a game. It must be played hard in order to win. Some
people are easily discouraged, 9thers are determined, to stick it out.
Determination is necessary for success in school work. A C or a Z>
on a report card will not discourage a person with the grit and pluck
of a winner. It will make him try the harder the next month,
One of the wisest sayings of all time is, “A winner never quits, and
a quitter never wins.
Create Interest—It’s Stimulating
Generally speaking, a person who is enthusiastic over a certain
project can accomplish that project twice as well and in a much shorter
time than a person who has no personal interest in it.
True, it is difficult to become enthusiastic over something which
does not interest one. The remedy for this is to create interest. Analyze
whatever you are about to undertake, and find out what there is in it
which you can use to advantage. We are always interested in things
which we believe will help us.
To excell in any field, one must be enthusiastic about one’s work.
Almost invariably, the students who are enthusiastic over any one or
all branches of school work are the ones who make the best records and
are the most popular.
Support Your Football Team
Give our team support, Greensboro needs more support. The boys
and girls who come out to cheer and see the games should not only
come out to see the games but also bring their parents with them. Now
that we have the business men of Greensboro helping the boys, it looks
as if they are taking more interest in the game.
All the boys at present are taking a great interest in football. Let’s
keep up the spirit and back the team.
I do not have much space this time,
I I am forced to write a whole lot.
He, eh. The column shall be different.
It shall be very serious. It shall be
very quaint. It shall be very extraordi
nary. But while I am waiting for the
future I shall do as those students who
are always futurefalsifying tales to
there teachers about what they are go
ing to do next month.
Please take care of those milk bot
tles—we want our free sand witches
and bannans and eppies.
Here’s a nite letter which came in this
Dear U. Writit:
I am. pleased with all that goes on
around me. I love the school, its stu
dents and its faculty. How can you
write the silly things that you doT
Dear Little Girl:
Have you a curl in the middle of your
four heads—when you are good are you
very, very good or are you horrid?
You are right in all that you say. But
I have a sore throught and am inclined
to say sore things. I consider it quite
compliment that you read my column.
You are so very 8impie(y) accommodat
ing. I am very sorry that I do not soot
you—that seems to be my fault. Your
letter is the first student letter that I
have realy received, all of the others
have been written by the Sophomores.
However, do not take it that I do not
appreciate this noble institution and all
that is in it. Yet if a thing is not
)ith criticizing it is not worth any
le's while. Thanks for the letter.
(I wish to apologize to you, M. W,
for the play.)
Ladies and gentlemen,, the famous
Hu Nan code has suddenly beeom#
infamous. Thus we start a i
nown as the Lulu Alan code for the
feeble-minded. Figure it out—
T’nod eb a oohyllab hcliz yeht e
A Keirtapztoons \
I like cartoons
But I hate to sniz
Like a dratted Hcliz
by a Ballyhoo Zilch.
The school is possessed with a
mania—known as Zhilch (Zilch) fever.
The teachers have it, the students have
it, everybody has it. It speeds on at
a rapid rate, taking possession of the
minds of our most famous. Eddie Cone
is a charter member. Hilliqrd Ciain is
a Zilch, but he has not been allowed to
real Bona Zilch. He is one of
those Ballyhoo Zilohes. I, 1. Writit, am
Plotz. What shall we do—how shall
? stop it? Why, some of the members
of the famous old family of Pltz’s are
becoming Zilches. What SHALL we do?
All of the Benbows are Zilches. But
Stoodents I beg of you to become a
Plotz—yes, my stoodents, won’t you be
one of those good old Plotzes? We have
a family background. If you must be
a high hat at least be a stylish one.
The Zilch family split up ages ago
into two branches. One is that of the
Bona Zilches who publish the famous
but horrid book called Bona’s. The
other branch aids in the publishing of
that elegant Magazine—Ballyhoo. Thus
they get their name Ballyhoo.
WAR ON THE ZILCHES
EXTERMIATE THE ZILCHES! ZILCH
IS THE LOWEST FORM OF
And if you don’t know what a Zilch
ia, ask anyone. The Zilch society must
bo utterly mopped out. They
deadly enemies of all society. Why
some of them even have the audacity
to get on the honor roll. Ask the
who owns one.
TALES OP THE KOHINUR
Under the cool green leaves.
Under the sweet-scented flowers,
In the balmy breezes.
In the luscious fruity odors,
In the white marble palace,
By the rippling waters.
By the warm, blue waters.
Of northern India,
The magic, magic land,
The land where the red, red rubies glow.
Lived the mighty ruler,
The handsome, brown-skinned ruler,
The good Sultan Baber,
A tall majestic man.
In the kingdom of this good Sultain,
there lived many brown-skinned men,
wandering lazily in the idle influencing
sunshine, sleeping peacefully under the
5ol, stirring tropical winds of
'Twas a happy land, this heaven
ly resting-place. And the subjects en
joyed their little kingdom, hidden and
covered under the cool greenness of
One tepid, tranquillizing day, while
the lotus blossoms lent their sweet rich-
to the winds, Sultan Baber lay in
the laziness of the sun, counting his
colorful, sparkling gems as they daz
zled in the rays of opalescence, lay un
der the spreading kesara tree, lay lis-
tning to the gossip of the bees as they
buzzed among the gaudiy irises, and the
water girls came bringing him that
fresh, crystalline liquid, and the fruit
maidens fetched him ripe, yellow ba-
•hich he munched with all the
signs of enjoyment; and the boys
bearing large porcelain platters,
dates that one tasted, then smiled hap
pily at the satisfaction of his taste
In the midst of all this splendor there
came a messenger from afar, from the
rich shores of Bengal, bearing
gift for Baber from his wealthy brother
of the city country. He knelt at the
feet of the Sultan, and with arms out-
folded he gave unto Baber a small
ket covered i^the soft, silky whiteness
of Cashmire goat fur. The king opened
the box, and all around beheld therein
a precious jewel, so magnificent,
usual, and shining with such brilliance
that all shut their eyes for fear of
blindness. It so radiated and sparkled
with light that everyone- marveled at
Good Baber was pleased unto delight;
his very bones were thrilled, for noth
ing so filled him with happiness as an
addition to his brilliant mass of gems.
So great was his gratitude that
turn he sent riches—ah, such riches;
there were bananas, mellow with ripe
ness, bo-bo’s, rivaling the sun with their
yellowness, palm fans, ivories equal to
the snow in whitenes, turbans flosy with
a silky redness—all he sent lavishly
hack to Bengal, back to his brother.
The unusualness of this gem spread
afar, and people came in massive
hordes, came from the jungle’s depts,
came to gaze upon the “rival, of the
came with gifts of admittance to
see the great shimmering diamond. So
fine was this glittering beauty that thou
sands turned homeward, their mouths
gaped in wonder. There came rich
•hants bearing wares that almost tempt
ed the Sultain into a trade; he saw the
elous shining silks of China, and
smelled the tasty coffees from Jav!
j luring indeed, but none could
equal the possession of so rare an oddi
ty as his recently-obtained gift.
Upon the four and twentieth night
after the arrival of this present from
the city country, while the moonbeams
sifted themselves through the pray of
tree foliage, there came into the cham
ber' of the good SnltaJi, creepily erawl-
r the silken damask, a snake of
immense length, and with a head so big
and flat that one might have thought
that the cushion of the good Baber’s
divan was being suspended in the dark
ness on the end of a black, flexible
stick; but such was not the case, for
quickly this evil reptile coiled itself
about the ruler and plunged its deadly
fangs into his head. Baber awoke and
tried to free himself, but it was to no
avoil; and slowly his body was envel
oped with a paining numbness that
placed him in the hands of death.
Why can’t we Have mor-
the football games'
There is uo .ful-
mission »i- the h.-inil. ” “
me- the,' ,vo,.Hlh-t inWil l"”"'" ”
Cnii-t somothlnB he done iiliout thm-
A MODERN YOUTH’S VIEW ON WAR
Inexperienced, you say?
And, like all youth,
I fancy myself cynical and bitter
And rather pride myself upon my cyn
Then laugh! I don’t mind.
For I say to myself—
‘They are but laughing at hidden
And so, in my ignorance.
Knowing only what
I have heard or read,
I give my views upon
The war, the great war—
The World War—
And fancy them of some importance.
Silly, you say?
Perhaps it is—to you—
But of much importance to mo—
And what have I to say?
Only this—I wonder if all
The tales of glory
And romances that we hear
about are true?
If it was to the boys, a brave sacrifice?
Yes, they were fighting for an ideal.
But did they know it?
I think not. From what an_old soldier
They hated it, loathed it, despised it—
Their very souls revolted at the.mud,
and the blood,
and the grime— ,
They didn’t know what it was all about
They only knew that they marched—
just endlessly marched—
Until they despised Hie very thought
To them war was the embodiment of
everything they hated—
Making them cynical and bitter.
They wished to God they would b'
To escape, the scream of the shells,
tho gas, and the
sight of the'
mangled bodies, and the
twisted souls of their
Inexperienced, do you say?
Surely, else why should I seek to lekrn?
SIX MONTHS ON A WASTE BASKET
, LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
By LILY SMITH
I was a tiny child
With ways wild
A-takin’ Latin two.
I talked a lot
Aiid would often plot
While takin’ Latin two.
When I was bad
A paddle was had
By Lily of Latin two.
The year was >29
But I wasn’t divine
An’ nigh flunked Latin two.
It got to the place '■
■VV’here a smack in the face
No good would do
This Lily of Latin two.
So the teacher says
Whenever she prays
Lord bless Lily of Latin two.
Alas, no blessing eanre
And Lily was a shame
To the students of Tjatin two.
(A question) The teacher’d ask it
(No answer) Well sit on the baskit
Thus sat Lily of Latin two.
I never thought that a dime could
d(, so much until I bought a volume
of poetry and literature composed bj
the sc-hbol children of Greensboro, eii-
titled, ■••New Wings.’’ When I bought
le book, I bad no idea of the fine
rticles that it contained. Personally
. think that each student in the Greens
boro schools should not let this won
derful opportunity pass them up.
The poetry and literature are con
tributions from school children from
the first grade up to the students in
high school. “New Wings," is not com-
pos-d of childish stuff as most people
would think, but it has a dash of niod-
rn ideals through the entire book and
am sure that any student with any
t-liool spirit at all could afford to do
without two packs of chewing gum and
buy this wonderful little book. It will
dime well spent.
Why 'an^t Ihe study hall pupils go
,) the library al the beginning of the
period instead of waiting five or ten
minutes after the bell has rung.' It
is necessary for the pupils who haven’t
rcfewuice books at lionie to prepare
their assignments during study, and
ten minutes taken off the time means
one lesson incomplete,
Can't a slop he put to this?
AN EARNEST STUDENT.
Why is it that students can’t bring
their family car to school without it
being “messed” up by some of the black
sheep of our flock. During lunch period
they write upon some of the cars wi
chalk and pencil. The chalk makes
mess and it is impossible to erase the
pencil marks. They should realize that
it is no fun to drive a ear with objec-
tional words and phrases written
As dawn lent itself to the support of
a new day, it found the entire palace
in a subdued hub-hub; women wept,
throwing themselves into emotional
spasms: men looked grim. All were
hugged with sadness; their Sultan, the.
good Baber, was gone unto death.
For a year and a day
She reclined that way—
Poor Lily of Latin two.
Then came the Exam of Txitin two
And Lily Plunked as bad Lilys do-
Poor Lily of Latin two.
She weeped and she sobbed,
She had her hair bobbed—
Little Lily of Latin two.
And she took Latin over
In a field of clover—
This Lily of Latin two.
When punished for a bona
She was sent to the corner—
This Lily of Latin two.
(Notice we leave the reader standing
in the air. To be continued in the next
The columnist thinks that a more
liumoroua slant on “this depression"
should be published. Here’s v
■fiidye thinks about it: “Things would
be better if employers would try as
hard to eliminate the slicing of wages
as they do the slicing of golf balls."
We fight for fame—
To spread our name
Throughout the world so wide.
We fight for lands—
To keep our hands
From honest toil and deed.
We fight for right—
The shining light
In all our world affairs.
But “Peace” is not
A w.orldly lot,
And dies from want of thought.
THEIR SIDE OF IT
They fought—and died.
And never thought of dying.
They gave their all.
And asked for nothing in return.
They went through hell,
That people they didn’t know
I wonder what their thoughts were
as they went down—
crushed, distorted, and
Did they—at the end regret?
O, God—surely not.
They who had lived, thought, and
I can't believe that when they faced
eternity—they broke faith—
You alone were there to judge—
But in my heart I know that
the end—like life
to them was just
an adventure, and
that their death
was but their doom—
And when they stood upon the threshold
of life eternal—
Their faces were still smiling—
their heads still high—-
and their heart still courageous.
O, youth of America—we
bow in silent reverence
to your valor, your bravery,
and now in the silence of
for which you died
we can finally say—
Sleep* ye well upon the ground,
your final resting place—
For God is with you.
And on earth at last all is well—
All is well.
One day my father said to me,
“Here, take this dollar and beware
Ijest you go spend it carelessly.”
So I built castles in the air
Of all the lovely things I’d buy
With it, for surely I could spend
It all on candy oj some high
Priced article, or maybe lend
It to a friend for cent a day.
Oh, yes—and ice cream would be fine;
All others spent theirs in their way.
But not quite half, as well as mine.
I thought of it both day and night.
And planned it all, of course—and then
It went to town to spend it tight
Away—I lost it in the end.
Tlie president of the student body
and the “Good Will Student Council”
wish to express their appreciation to
David Finke, Bob Andrew, Miss Trow
bridge and her home economics
class, and Bob England and his high
school orchestra for contributing
their part toward the success of the
North Carolina Student Council Con
gress held in Greeijsboro October 23
‘Fix Bayonets,” by Captain Thoma-
i of the United States Marines, gives
excellent and accurate picture of the
various battles of the World War.
The book consists of a series of sto
ries, each taking up different charac
ters and a different battle. The main
characters are all marines, who were
considered among the hardest fighters
the side of the allies. They re
ceived very heavy losses.
The Senegalese, negro soldiers in tho
French army, were also famous for the
fierceness of thoir fighting, They often
fought side by side -with the marines,
and both types of soldiers had great
respect for each other’s ability.
The fighting, as described by Captain
Thomason, consisted mainly of shelling,
machine-gunning, and hand to hand
fighting with bayonets. The latter type
was most feared by the Germans, and
they could stand for only a short time
against a bayonet attack,
“Buds,” a book of short stories and
poems by the Creative EngRsh 11 class
of last spring, has already gained recog
nition and applause. This book is filled
with clever and amusing stories and
poems. It can be highly recommended.
“St. Joan,” by George Bernard Shaw,
is a famous play concerning the life
of the Maid d’Orleans as a soldier. This
play gives a strong and entirely dif
ferent conception of Joan d’Arc. The
preface and epilogue do much to add to
the realism of the play.
Many critics agree that this is tho
best work of Shaw. Tt is well worth
“The Wanderer of Liverpool” is the
latest book of verse by John Masefield,
poet laureate of England. “The Wan
derer of Liverpool” contains all the
strength^and beauty of description that
is usually found in the works of Ma.se-
field as well as a slight difference in
meter and rhythm. Most people wil!
enjoy this book.
November 6, I93i
By THE AUTHOR
Have done with parenthetical pas
sages. To arms! To arms!
surprised at you all, Not one chuckle
did I hear. The trouble is, you lazy
things don’t know how hard it i» to
be humorous with a toothache. Yes,
that’s my favorite ache.
Isn’t this cute? “Nothing is impossi.
hie,” quacked Napoleon sternly as he
To Marshall Ney
To get some hay
To' feed the day.
Now to discuss the title, “Mephisto- ■
phelian Macaroni:” “Mephistophelian”
as denoting cynicism. Macaroni is mfic-
aroni. But how, you say, can macaroni
be cynical? That confounded Professor
Hoodlum had to put his mouth into this
and I tried to stop him, but he will
have his say or bust, so:
Salutations, my dear adolescents; we
shall perpetrate our treatise instantane
ously upon that most estimable of sub
jects, namely, macaroni. (I think that
the Author, the inconceivable nin
compoop, tried to expostulate and ex
pound upon this subject, which is. by
all rights and regulations, inherently
,). I am pleased to note that
the editor has displayed such excellent
critical judgment as to discard the Au-
attempt and bestow laurels upon
my own creation.
‘Now, macaroni is, in the last analy-
a highly spiritual and effervescent
type of phenomena whieJi can exist only
when surrounded with the most effica
cious and inexhaustibly inordinate, hy-
pothetieal hypocrisies; and consequent-
Iv its ethereal inundations fluctuate in
such an extraordinarily • scintillatiug,
idiosyncratic, aenemic posifeion, that ^
four out of five have pyhorrea. This
condition inevitably takes heavy effect
upon the price of bananas in Australia;
and, since the banana is an avowed,
cousin of the macaroni family, it degen
eration simply establishes-a monopoly
of prehistoric, histrioric—oooh—oooooo-
The Author was fortunate in securing
an interview with Sir Hay, who has
charge of the eats at Camelot. The fol
lowing is just what he said to me, says
“Forsooth, and wist ye that when ye
clocks smite two, the whole bloomin’
tounde table wants the.ir victuals, and,
so God me help. Hay is the boy to let
them have it. Whilst Arthur’s sweet
knights dress their arms, forsooth, Sir
Hay dresseth a passing fair chicken, Me-
thihks my liege lord, Arthur, was pass
ing glad of ye soupe Hay made himself
yesterday. An’ I wist not what we
would do an’ Lancelot had not heen
such an noble knight. He sendeth all •
the best parts of his enemies here for
soupe. Yea, but of late the olde dear
hath sent some tough meat, the which
must be because he is getting into Irish
“Wist ye yon bloomin’ Irishmen are
toughe birds and passing hard to chew.
It grieveth me sore to think that our
lord, Arthur, must have more of such
sore indigestion, Yea, it grieveth me
passing sore, but Lancelot simply had
to go to Ireland to slay a family of
those red-headed well, an’ but he
must go, for an Irishman of that family
stepped on his toe. You know, a knave
hight Lulu, stepped on Lancelot’s tie of
yore. Ah! My! but that was good soupe.
But I iiius tdepart, fair sir. Methinks
my nag neigheth, and ’tis well nigh
two smites o’ the clock.”
A SALUTE TO THE EDITOR
An editorial is certainly a criticism,
for it reeks of the editor, and editors
are critics—cold-blooded, hard-boiled
manuscripts that they arc very apt to
slam doors. And yet, we must admit
that editors receive their daily punish
ment. That’s not liard to guess. Just
imagine an editor trying to read this
and you’ll get my point.
To come back to our subject, the edi
torial is the editor’s twin brother, The
editor is bound to let off steam every
once in awhile, and don’t expect me to
present a little allegory alongside of
Doctor Doohickey has recently made
a startling and radical discovery which
he has confided only to myself.*'*** I
here make it publio: The .discovery is
oneerned with a spineless space gob
bler. Biologists thinks it to be related
to the goofus, crab—but one thing is-
certain—it wouldn’t take five minutes
to eat all the words of a whole news
paper, as it is I bet the creature merely
nips at this column.
See how effective it is! Say, that’s
only a sample. I could get it to do
away with this whole column in no
Excuse me, please, I’m not through
yet. Someone handed in this elegant
ode, 80 here P print it.
TO A GARBAGE-MAN
I am a worker.
I am a cog in this great
All day long I
Over the burning pavement.
All day long I work and sweat.
And wrestle with odious, rotten foods,
Potato peelings, and cruel tin cans.
And at night I coax my weary horses
Up the long, bumpy ro'hd,
Into the wild glories of the sunset,
To the dumps.
Note***: At this point the professor’s
bugs gave out and an attack of dys-
Note **••; Not me, of course.
Note*****: Professor Hoodlum is
fairly green with envy.
TO AN ADVENTURER
He lives content amid his friends.
And then off.
Conquering worlds again.
J, I. J- ■
the twin-brother stuff. You see. I’m •
somewhat of an editor myself.
If 1 express myself, it’s an essay; but
the poor editor’s child is branded with
a scarlet “Editorial.” Have a heart—
editors are human. Think .before you
hand in a painful effort. It’s a hard
So, Mr. Editor, I salute ;