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HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly by
the Students of Greensboro Senior
High School
Greensboro, North Carolina
Founded by Class of 1921
d INTERNATIONAL
HIGH LIFE
Printed hy McCulloch and Swain
Editor-in-Ghief—Elisabeth Mitchell.
Associate Editors—Marjorie Silbiger, Worth
Holder, James Dodson, Miriam Sewell,
Jean Yates, Laura Spence.
Business Manager—Marty Cockfield.
Circulation Manager—Bill Simpson.
Student Adviser—Maurine Love.
Faculty Advisers—Misses Minor, Finkle-
stein, and Sockwell.
Reporters—Howard Adair, Lois Baldwin,
Nelle Bookout, Billie Coiner, Joel
Richardson, Willa Jean Hayes, Cassie
Kernodle, Stanley V. Lewis, Martha
Minhinnette, Carter Rossell, Laura Jane
Liles, Mary Spencer Watkins, Shirley
Weaver.
Tl/pists—‘Beulah Kellam, Minnie Sue Wil
liams, Juanita Fuller, Bill Lipscomb.
School.
H old individuals together under high
standards.
^eparaie the worthivhile from the ivorth-
less and promote the highest interest
of students, teachers., and school.
Rebirth
With this issue, High Life resumes pub-
lication^ufter a silence of four years, rigidly
enforced by the depression. As far back as
1930 the school paper was cramped finan
cially. However, it was not until 1933 that
High Life ceased to be printed.
For several years the journalism students
of G. H. S. have been fighting for a printed
paper and now’ they have won their battle.
With the assistance of the school authorities
•and the co-operation of the Merchants asso
ciation, they have now secured sufficient
funds to support the paper for the remainder
of the semester.
Much credit is due Elisabeth Mitchell,
editor-in-chief, and Marty Cockfield, busi
ness manager, who have played a prominent
part in reestablishing the printed paper.
The Purpose of High Life Is to
and Preserve the History of our
Human Leeches
The worm species of leeches is defined as
being one that gets all it can out of another.
More commonly known is the human leech
which possess the same characteristics in a
modified form. Everywhere humanity exists,
these leeches are found. They are the people
who depend on someone else for everything.
Their activities are carried on day by day
through practicing the gentle art of borrow
ing. ‘^Lend me this—lend me that”—are
the phrases which most often pass through
their lips.
Stop borrowing!,. If you don’t, you will
soon find yourself classed with the worm
rather than with the human species.
Thanks!
Do you travel on the road behind the
school buildings T If you do, you know what
a terrible condition it is usually in—ruts and
holes everywhere.
But now, thanks to the school authorities,
that is fixed. They had the road scraped
April 28, and by this deed, put it in the best
condition it has been in for several months.
This act, which has long been needed,
should be highly commended.
Something Rare—a Natural Blond
This term could well have originated on
the campus of G. H.. S. Are you one of the
many people who have boomed the sale of
peroxide lately? If you are, then this article
is too late for you. But if you are one of
those who are desperately fighting the temp
tation of changing your handsome black
down for carrot-red sage, please bead this
warning.
Truthfully, this chemically-treated straw
is not as desirable as it seems. It will not
comb. Neither bear grease, palm oil, axle
grease, or any other slick-it-down-quick salve
will avail in the attempt to smooth it, and
it will not be long before you will be seek
ing some other chemical to restore the for
mer soft dark locks God granted you.
Stop and think now—and save yourself
worry and embarrassment later.
— ^
Will We Too Be a '‘Lost Generation’"'?
According to financial experts the United
States is well on its way toward another
financial boom. And, indeed, signs of this
are alread:^ evident everywhere in the sharp
increase of activity in the building indus
try, the renewed interest in the rising stock
market, and the general pick-up in all fields
of business.
As is shown in history, the inevitable
course of events following such a boom will
result in a panic, which should occur some
time between 1941 and 1943. Although this
depression, due to government regulation of
industry, will lack by a wide margin the in
tensity of the one which occurred in the
early 1930’s, it will be far from mild, for no
government, however powerful, can alto
gether prevent the natural panic following a
boom.
We, as the high school students of today,
will be the college graduates of 1941 and
1943. Will we, too, suffer the fate of the
“lost generation” of the 1930’s? Will we
v/alk the streets endlessly, flaunting ou».4e-
grees, looking for a job—any kind of a job?
There is this danger in store for us just
as there was for those hopeful graduates of
five or six years ago. And where are they
now? Look in the CCC corps, the factories,
the mills, and you will find many of them
there—thousands of them, all with that dis
couraged, defeated, hurt look in their eyes.
Let us, the rising generation, profit by
their case. Let us study them; find the flaws
that caused their downfall, the things they
didn’t do. Why was their preparation for
life of so little assistance to many of them
as they struggled for a foot-hold on the lad
der of success ? The answer to this question
depends on many things—the slack living of
the boom years, the general trend toward
softness and laziness which led them to be
lieve that the easiest way was the best way.
Numbers of students applied this idea
directly to their college education. Their
courses were chosen, not by the value they
would have in the future, but by the ease
with which they could be completed in the
present. Education without a purpose
brought them unprepared into a world of
chaos now unprepared to absorb unspecial
ized workers.
Nor will the world which we shall enter
be radically different. Practical college
courses will be as valuable to us as they
would have been to the “lost generation.”
Therefore, don’t go to college and “just take
an A.B., while I decide what I want to be.”
Fix a definite goal in mind and work toward
it. AVill we be prepared? I wonder.
AMERICAN CIVILIZATION
1929— Marathon Dances.
1930— iMiniature Golf.
1931— Tree Sitters.
1932— Jig-saw Puzzles.
1933— Hog Calling Contests,
1934— ^“Scratch out the top name and send a
dime.”
1936— “Knock-Knock.”
1937— Sit-down Strikes.
—Howells, Ned., Journal.
THE COMING OF THE BREEZE
The rustle of a leaf
Above the woodlands whisper;
The bending of a bough
To touch its loving sister.
The low and quiet moan
That passes through the trees
Together tell us of
The coining of the breeze.
—Teddy Mills.
IMPRESSIONS OF A FLORIST SHOP
Rustic benches here and there
Signs, “Please handle with care,”
Lilies in shallow green pools
Where a clay frog sits and cools.
The echo of stone under your feet,
The scent of flowers fresh and sweet;
Ferns growing in damp places
Vines flourishing in brass vases.
Canaries singing a zestful song.
Parrots chattering all day long;
Lilies of the valley arrayed in white.
Red roses brightening the dim light,
Pink carnations, beauties to behold.
Yellow snapdragons, flourishing and bold.
Orchids with an air of disdain.
Gaze upon cosmos dressed so plain;
Gardenias with haughty airs
Geraniums in pots with purple flairs.
These beautiful flowers in mirrors reflected
Complete the picture of the shop I inspected.
—Maurine Love.
May 6, 1937
BRING ’EM BACK ALIVE
Term paper time! The mob, hungry for knowl
edge and armed with stacks and stacks of note
cards, descends upon the defenseless library. The
librarians retreat behind their only fortification,
the desk; but they are soon captured alive and
brought forth to do the bidding of the invading
horde.
The conquerors camp around the tables, feast
ing on “the spoils of time.” The ancient rooms,
sacred to silence, would be filled, except for a
watchful supervisor, with a rumble and roar like
that in Times Square at 12 o’clock noon. A howl
ing horde surrounds the card catalogue, fighting
for information. Books are jerked from their
niches, carried far from their snug little horned on
the shelves, and left by the cruel victors.
All afternoon the plundering continues, until
the closing hour arrives, and the horde leaves the
vanquished library to lick its wounds until the
next invasion.
OLD BAGS FOR SALE!
Dear Editor:
I think some of the students around G. H. S.
should get rid of their old rags. That’s what
they are—'rags. I’m speaking of those famous
“dime novels”—those weekly publications that
have lurid pictures and hair-raising tales. Those
publications that are made from old rags. Rags
that are compressed and chemically treated. Do
you read “old rags”? What do you get out of
them? You could get the same amount of intelli
gence, the same amount of thinking, and the same
amount of information from a pile of old rem-
Dants. 'Why not dispose of your “old rags” and
purchase a really worthwhile substitute?
Yours truly,
A Member of Quill and Scroll.
^
QUIPS AND SLIPS
And then there was the grammar school prin
cipal, who, while giving a lecture to the pupils on
what to do in case of fire, said, “above all things,
if your clothing catches fire, remain cool”—what
about the people who write such sentences on
English themes as “walking into the room my
what I’d call agile eyes.
POEM
I eats my peas with honey,
I’ve done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny.
But it holds them on my knife.
The newest craze is to raise one eyebrow and
drawl, but definitely—jand to add when express
ing a wish—I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope, I
hope.
Foxed by the fickle finger of fate—Flow’s that
tor alliteration?
According to a student in Miss Wall’s English
class, there are three kinds of clauses, inde
pendent, dependent, and Santa.
Dear Lulu:
I am a girl of fifteen and have been asked, sev
eral times, for dates, but my parents will not
permit me to do this. What can I do about this
and wdiat shall I tell the boj’s?
Desperate,
B. S.
Dear B. S.:
I think that at fifteen you are probably old
enough to have dates. Why not tell several boys
to come over on the same night and bring one or
two of your girl friends with them. Perhaps you
could all go down to the drug store. In this way
you will get a start naturally, and I don’t think
your parents will object to this.
Sincerely,
LULU.
Dear Lulu:
I’m a girl with coal black hair, but all my
friends like blonds. What shall I do? How much
peroxide would it take? Please tell me. I’m
desperate.
Yours truly,
M. S.
DearM.. S.:
Do not “turn” blond. I have t ded it, and all
you gain is funny stares when you walk down the
street; besides it hurts, and the old saying “beauty
knows no pain” does not work.
LULU.
AN INTERVIEW WITH TILLIE
TERMITE
PERSONALITY OF THE WEEK
Because of his excellent performance as the
hero of “New Fires” Frank Barrett has been
chosen as the personality of the week.
Prank is a six-foot blond who weighs 150
pounds. Fie was born June 2, 1922, and began
acting six years later when he entered the first
grade. Since then he has taken an active part
in school dramatics having played the lead in
one of the annual operettas of Bindley Junior
High School, and climaxing his theatrical career
with his role in “New Fires.”
Frank is an honor roll student and is a mem
ber of the mixed chorus. Having a deep, bass
voice, his greatest ambition is to win the basso
solo in the next state music contest.
To amuse himself Frank likes to go to the
movies, to practice archery, to work puzzles, and
to sell tickets.
Although he is majoring in a language course,
the star of “New Fires” wants to be a really
good actor. We are sure he will be.
Mrs. Tillie, the toiling termite, was busily en
gaged in sweeping off the front step of her resi
dence, when she was approached, early one morn
ing last week by an inquiring reporter. She im
mediately began telling of her ambition, which,
by the way, was to have a part in the wrecking
of at least 111 buildings. Mrs. Tillie went on to
say, “I have helped in bringing down 67 wooden
houses, and, within six months, I expect to have
seen 44 more come crashing to the ground.”
At this point, I tried to explain my presence,
but brushing mj’ efforts aside, she continued, say
ing, “Now one may ask how we do this work at
such a fast rate of speed, and what we eat while
working; so I shall inform you before you ask.
After the house that is to be demolished has been
decided upon, all of the families mobilize and
march to the building. The work begins, and
after three days, the once proud and haughty
structure is reduced to a humble pile of dust. Now,
in the case of diet, we prefer to eat pine, because
of its excellent flavor, but in a pinch we will con
sider oak, although it is hard to digest.”
Here I tried to interrupt again, but she kept on,
boasting, “By now you may think that we ter
mites have all work and no play, but you are
sadly mistaken, for one of our best forms of
recreation is to hollow out chairs during the
night and then watch the fun on the following
morning.”
Finally, Mrs. Tillie was out of breath; so I
proceeded to inform her that I represented the
Picky Puss Poison Company, the poison Avith a
flavor, and that I was making a check-up of the
effects of our product. 'Well, what she said, I
won’t write here, but to all parties concerned,
that interview Avas over.
THE TRUEST STORY EVER TOLD
A girl may Avear a bathing suit when she can’t
SAvim, golf togs Avhen she doesn’t knoAV a fair-way
from a right-of-AAmy, or wear riding clothes Avhen
she goes hiking, but Avhen she puts on a Avedding
dress she means business.