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Page Two HIGH LIFE HIGH LIFE Publlabed Weekly, Except Holidays, by the Students of the Greensboro High School, Greensboro, N. C. Founded by the Class of '21 Entered os Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C. STAFF Editor-in-Chief — Olivia Branch Editor Goldie Goss Uusincsv Mawmcr - Wyatt McNalry Asilstant Snuinoaa Mamyer - James Doubles SPECIAL EDITORS Sports Editor Ernest White Typing Editor Ballard May Art Editors Lynwood Burnette, David Morrah Feature Editor — Grace Hobbs Eachmye Editor Frances Kernodle ASSISTANT EDITORS Frank Abernathy Otis Phillips Madeline Wilhelm Henry Bogley TYPISTS Mary Butler Lee Vanstory Katherine Davis REPORTERS Fllmore Wilson Cynthia Pipkin Eleanor Watson Marguerite Le Fort Edith Latham Joyce Heritage Ruby Blalock Jack Brbwn FACULTY ADVISERS Mrs. Alma Q. Coltrane Mr. Byron A. Haworth Miss Katherine Pike The Need for Specialists Another semester at G. II. S. is coming to a close. Another grad uating class is leaving high school, some to go to college, others to secure positions in the world-of business. In tlie last few years, tlie importance of a college education has changed. Formerly, any one from a university with a degree gave the owner an advantage over the non-college graduate. Today, the number of colleges and university graduates is steadily increasing. No longer is the college man merely given slight preference over others. Now the man who has not completed his education along a specific line is at a decided distidvantage. If a college trained man can be secured to fill a veaney, lie is always the one who receives the position. Obviously, those who want to climb the ladder of fame and stand on the pinnacle of success must have a college education. This is an age of specialization. Everyone must excell in his own field. To excel one must be equipped. Your high school career does two things for you. It gives you a foundation for your education, and it helps you to decide what kind of position you are best suited for. If possible, and if tlie student is suited for higher education, it is wise for the student to attend some college or university. Decide on your future plan.s in the world of business, and then you will know what course to pursue in further equipping yourself to fill happily and excellently your niche in the world. Homespun Achieves Recognition Again our school has achieved recognition. Uomespun, our literary magazine, lias brought home fresh laurels. For the fourth consecutive year Homespun has won alUAmeriean honor rating among the literary magazines of higli schools and secondary schools throughout the United States ami its possessions. Out of all the entries in the National Seholatic Press Association, Homespun stand among the five magazines tliat have received the highest award that can come to a school publica tion. This, students'of G. 11. S., is something to be proud of, and it is time that we say a few words of praise about ourselves. Seldom does a school win first prize in a convention as large as the N. Si P. A., and scldomcr still does it receive such distinction four times consecutively. We Want Quill and Scroll For the past three semesters there has been a discussion on wliether or not G. II. S. should apply for membership in the National Journalistic Society, “The Quill.” We think it would be the finest thing that could be done for the promotion of interest in journalism and publications. It is a baud between schools and pupils with literary inclinations. It is something to strive for as an attainment in one’s lit erary career. Througli the Quill and Scroll one may become acquainted with tlie host journalistic style, rising local and national talent, and the comments and work of honorary international members. G. II. S. has two highly-rated publications. Both should be mem bers of the Quill and Scroll. The Quill and Scroll, by publishing ex ceptionally well written pieces from high scliool publications, en courages individual effort. A staff, to do good work, must have co operation. However, tlic staff is made up of individuals, and unless every member has some' definite goal to strive for, the publication as a whole has a much .smaller chance of success. Ilmu Life and Homespun, if they are to keep tiieir present position in the world of student journalism, must belong to some organization which will l)ind them more closely to other school publications. To succeed they must keep in line with others. Mcmbei'sliip in the Quill and Scroll would do all this, and more. Id every way, it would be an aid and advantage to G. II. S. if slie joined this organization. Spotlight Centers on Musicians (i, II, S. hand and orchestra have done outstanding work for sev eral years. They liave won high honors in various contests. Do we appreciate all that the musical students and teachers of G. 11. S. have done for our school t As spectators, we enjoy hearing our band and orchestra. Wo enjoy the exeitement which pervades the school when our nmsicinns win some honor. But, do we realize the real henotif which G. U. S.has derived from the successes of her musical groups? It is an lionor to G. II. S. for her hand and orchestra to win' prizes, but there i.s soiiietlung even more valuable which the music students have given her. It is a state-wide reputation for steady and enterprising work. This is the most valuable possession our school can have. We shmdd ap|)recinte all our hand and orchestra have done and are doing for G. II, S. Also, we slunild appreciate the tremendous amount of work reipdred before a baud and orchestra like G. II. S. can he j)ert’eeted. The music students have spent many long hours of hard work in order to make our hand and on'liestra what they are ; tliey are ambitious foi'G. II. S. Let’s see if we all can't ho that way! We were just trying to think of way to improve “High Life,” when on of c r readers asked if ) ■ coudin’t possibly find something t of the Windmill. We aren’t sure he meant to insinuate anything, but, as our first wife used to tell us, ’he could have lived a long time without saying it.’ We don’t get another chance to tor ture you, dear readers, so we’re going to ‘lay it on thick’ thins time.’ Hide your eyes and count ten. LIVES OF GREAT MEN Pennstein Cooperomore was born at a very early age in a little town off the coast of Switzerland. He grew up in an unusually short time, as most younsters do. Although he was a very good child, his father and mother were fond of alps. Little Fennstein detested them, and would shriek at the thought of eating them. His father and mother prepared some fresh alps one day, and insisted that he eat them. He pre tended to eat the alps, but instead of really doing so, lie tossed them to his father’s pet bludgeon, which was sleep ing under the table. His parents kept feeding the boy alps, till at last he decided to run away. Did he run away to the United States? No!!l Did he go to England? No! 11 Did he make his way to France? Nol Where did ho go, then? Ho went crazy, and has been there ever since. That accounts for the tongue-tied expression in his eyes. Why did he go erazy? Well, it’s a long story, but to make a long story short, we’ll omit the essential facts. It seems that when little Fennstein ran away he got a violin and drove himself crazy practicing. The moral to this story is: Never play cards on Sunday, and if you have to do 80, wait until you get out of church. ODE TO A HORSE I hope that I shall never see A horsie sitting on my knee. A horse, whose noble brow is wet With morning dew, or maybe sweat. My knee would surely cave right in Before the horse got up again. I’m very fond of horses, see? But I don’t like them upon my knee. WE WONDER; If we’ll pass everything and graduate. Who’ll fill our places when we are gone. IIow long it’ll be before somebody breaks our high school record. Why we can’t wait till we have time to write this stuff. We're going to force some more poetry on you. Everybody hold on tight. I’d hate to be a Ph. D.-— I’m sure that's not the thing for me. I'd rather be a Sigma Nu— They don't have so much work to do. Well, we pulled through that one without anything but a few bruises and a couple of irato readers. That’s not bad, considering the commotion we caused last time we tried something like that. “Four out of five have it,’’ says a toothpaste advertisement. And stalls* ticians tell us that every fifth person in the world is a Chinaman. Now, ain't that tough! Miss McNairy informs us that tearing up littlo bits of paper is a sign of in sanity, Well, one has to» express one’s self, doesn’t one? Wo just can’t help feeling silly in this darn cap and gown. (Wise-crackers please skip this one.) We’d like to have our two iron men back. And also that math IV answer book some one relieved ti.s of. After all, though, we have a lot to ho thankful for, No more report cards to get cussed out about. Goodbye, oh, .\lma Mater Fair. Oh, how I hate to leave thee When I’m gone you'll still be there I'll think of you, believe me. I hate for you to grle^te for me. Please don't, for I'll he neat. And I’ll come back and visit you One day in every year. So, Dear Old School, please carry on Without me, if you can, For six more years in High School Is Just more than I can stand. Hi Bell suggests this for a farewell song: Tune: ’“Wlien G. H. S. Puts On Her Fighting Gear.” “When G.II.8. puts on her caps and gowns We all will feel just like a bunch of clowns, But after all, we’ll then have finished school Which will make our fathers glad. Now that the ivy’s planted on the wall We hope to find it blooming in the fall. May our successors do as well as we Fare yo well, G.H.S., wo are gone." Honest, we hate to Inflict any more of this stuff on you, but this Is our last The Last Word THE SENIOR The senior is a funny thing On graduation day. He’s dinified and solemn then In all he has to say. He wears a doggy cap and gown— Just sort of intimating That, after six long years of toil At last he’s graduating. He sings the school a farewell song, Plants ivy on the wall. Pond memories of freshman days He’ll tearfully recall. He’ll bid the school a sad goodbye. “Farewell, Dear School,” he’ll say, But underneath he’s fickle, and He’s glad to get away. When students year for freshman days And mope around the campus, And never look at N. C. girls When they attempt to vamp us, And won’t give Oak Ridge boys break, And act a little queer, you’ll know that graduation time la pretty doggone near. During the pegeant when we were trying to get a wagon wheel, some senior piped us, “Merritt Sullivan lives in the country but he rides a bicycle.” Prank Tye says that if Holt Knight quits his bluff and learn's something, he might be a teacher sopie day. “And if be doesn’t, he’ll probably turn out to be an after dinner speaker, says us. Gladys Betts wants to know what’ the good of being good if you don’t know what you’re missing. Pound in a senior's notebook: (I didn't find it.) A kiss is a pronoun because it always stands for something. It is of masculine and feminine gender, therefore a c mon noun. It is a conjunction because it connects. It is a verb because it signifies an act. It is usually in ap position with a hug. At least one sure to follow. A kiss may be conju gated, but never declined. Says you.—(Bdtior’s comment.) In discussion of “Virtue of Books" by Milton where he says that it is better to destroy man than a good book. Miss T. didn’t know what to say when Lib B. asked her if Hamlet wa# Shake speare’s first book and you had to kill Shakespeare or Hamlet, which? Oh, how I love Hamlet—Oh, how I love Hamlet! Speech On Ca/e of School I think this school is kept very well except for a few exceptions. On the other hand I think that with many ex ceptions it is not kept well. When you go to sleep on your desks in school always sleep on the side with the grace. When you write on a dask, write on somebody olse’s desk in some other school, for we have an nice new school. It might also be a good thing to write some one else’s name on the desk. By a Bashful Senior, G. H. S. BECOMES NURSERY Lollypops, suckers, gum, candy of all sorts, shapes, and varieties, doll babies crying a weak “ma-roa” for their lost mothers, alarm clocks, squealing teddy- bears, musical teddy-bears; small girls, big girls in rompers and short dresses; fat boys, tails boys, skinny boys, short boys in romper sor overalls. Kids all Such descriptions fitted our dignified seniors as they went their childish ways on the well known “Kid Dap.” The kids made th^ir merry way to school Friday—some led by their lov ing mammas, others braving the perils of the world by themselves. One dar ing youngster rode his pony all the way to school! As the infants waited outside tho school early jp the morning, one of their number produced a jump rope! An honest-to-goodneas jump rope. And there the little children stayed and played until their beloved leader, Mr. Charlie Phillips, ordered them into the school, transformed into a nursery for the occasion. Thus went “Kid Day,” with the dear little things playing everything fri marbles to leap-frog; and then ended the^ay, finishing as it bad started, gay and hilarious; but the kids, once more back ill their roles of dignified seniors, carried with them one of the happiest memories of their senior experiences. going to fix you up chance, so good while we can. Hooray for Ivy Green and tall. Hooray for Ivy On our wall. We love Ivy- Blow me down— Let's all join hands And dance around. One of our contemporaries, Octavus Roy Cohen, says that one of the hardest jobs he ever had to tackle is: Looking a dark room for a nigger that wasn’t there. Reminds us of trying to think of a sensible answer to one of the questions 1 history exam. Goodbye, dear friends and neighbors. There is no use in getting sore. By the time you read this wo hose to be far ay. We hate to play a mean trick like that on you, but self-preservation is the first law of nature, you know. Dear Editor: Well, vacation will soon be here. At least, that’s what we’re told. Seems like I’ve been waiting about ten years for may 29. Eevery spring I just about die wait ing for vacation ,and in the fall I nearly have a fit waiting for school to open, 30 there must be something about old G. H. S. that just sorta appeals to us students. I think I know what it is. It’s the general co-operation of our parents and the citizens of Greensboro in ail attempt to make G. H. S. the best school in N, C. plus one of the best equipped group of buildings any where that makes us want to come back to this source of inspiration every autumn, Three cheers for G. H. S. A STUDENT. Dear Editor: Say editor, don't you think the .clubs who have lately made it possible for “High Life” and “Homespun” to get out of debt and back on their feet de serve more credit than they have been given?. They simply put their shoul ders to the wheed at a most critical time. Mr. Johnson’s Dramatic club started the ball rolling by giving the play “Here Comes Patricia.” The club worked three weeks getting this play ready for presentation. They turned over the entire profits to the publica tions. Then the senior class sponsored two pictures at the Carolina theatre and turned over the entire profits to the cause. Leah Baach, Kathryn Ginsberg, Jose phine Lucas, Constance Blackwood, and Joyce Heritage sponsored a dance pay ing all the expenses and turning over all profits to the publications. Now come on folks, let’s give these students a big hand, for it was truly a worth while project. A STUDENT. Dear Editor; As June draws near all the seniors turn their thoughts to graduation. Let us turn back the pages of the past and see what high school graduations were like back in the veighteen hundreds. There were no caps and gowns to be worn at graduation,; no junior-senior banquet. No fine brick fireproof high school with all its varied opportunities for equipping students to live. Tfiink of our radio classes, home economies classes, creative chemistry, English, journalism, music, typing and many other practical subjects. A STUDENT, Dear Editor: The extra session of chapel conducted by Roy Williams revived that old school spirit, boy, did everybody have fun? It is the first program of this nature that has been held in G. H. S. in ages. If our students could have a program like this at least twice a month, there would be more life around the school. A STUDENT. Dear Editor: Another school year is about to come to a close. Many of the students will be happy, but others will not be so happy. Some of us have done our best, but others have not. For those who have not, I would like to say, take a long rest during the summer vacations and do not loaf during school days, for each minutes counts. Time is precious when it comes to getting an education. Then let us all make good grades next semes ter and make our teachers as well as ourselves happy. CYNTHIA PIPKIN. Dear Editor: The old saying, that you don’t ap preciate anything until it’s gone, can be applied to school days. Now that we seniors are about to leave the place where we spent the most pleasant days of our lives, we can readily look back ■ those memories that will always be cherished. We owe much to Greens boro for giving us such a pleasant place to study, with pleasing surround- Well, dear readers—(I hope you are a reader or else my sad attempts have been in vain) this is the week next to the week that will he the perfect end ing to our laborious (on the part of a few) weeks of school. We have noticed that some of ye dignified seniors are not so grieved looking as is customary for seniors to appear on the eve of their departure from their dear old “Almy Mammy.” Jlaybe there are glad to go—ten to one I’ll bet “Mammy” aint grieved either! From the looks of the rip-roaring send off they are getting it seems to be a big celebration of Thanksgiving on the part of the juniors. I noticed on the Junior-Senior tea that; Some fishy eyes were cast In the direction of certain Juniors. I guess that they had been—ahm—“unavoid-l ably detained” in paying their $1.00’s. Many fair damsels had bedecked themselves in apparel befitting milk maids with big poke-bonnets and bil lowy skirts. Several males made their depar ture with scowleg in the direction of the females and big scratches on their foreheads. (So many of the hats were of horse-hair.) Many had qualms when going down the receiving line. There fire really ^me shy little maidens left in G. II. S. It took much coaxing to get them to give the boys a “break”. (Incidentally that was a play on words.) In one of the exchanges we read that several notices bad been given the Juniors of a certain school to please pay their $l,50's or admittance would not be allowed them at the Junior- Senior. (There is always something to be thankful for fellow sufferers, we only had to hatch out a dollar). You can't tell me all seniors are smarter than "us pore benighted juniors.” Pansy Fitzgerald thinks that the North Carolina Public Service com pany pays a “pole tax.” Some of the to-be alumni want to lake desks with them so they can sleep at home. Ye whole student body is fast be coming tired of the many moving pic tures we have had this semester. Why is it we see a big pageant of seniors headed for tha high school with a lunch basket every night. Someone suggested that the 1931 Senior class song be; “Fee, fie, fo, fumyun 1 smell a wild onion!” Tills bunch of seniors seems to have sown wild onions instead of the tra ditional “wild oats.” ings and the very best of equipment. We want to express our appreciation to the faculty who has so graciously helpel us over our course in high school. Although we are now leaving Greens boro, we will always retain the never dying spirit of G. H. S. A SENIOR. The Class of 1931, Greensboro High School, Greensboro, N. C. I appreciate deeply the honor and courtesy of the request of your presi dent, Mr. Mack Heath, and accordingly, turn, send my very best wishes to all of you on the occasion of your gradu ation from the Greensboro high school. Though you are a goodly number now, you are, only a small fraction of the legion who started out with you in the first grade twelve years ago. I know that in this your day of the recognition of twelve years good work, you have in the hour of your triumph a deep sense of appreciation of the work of the teachers who .have faithfully guided you and inspiringly given of them selves to you, of the comradeship of your fellow students who have stimu lated you and shared their personali ties with yoUj of your mother and father or an older brother or sister who have sacrificed for you and have “stood aside that you might pass” on to this night of graduation and triumph. Your graduation platform will be the jumping-off place for one of the great- drives in history. The youth of Ameri ca "must meet the war drained world’s deficit of youth. To waste time now, to throw away the energies of body and mind is to be untrue to your home and your school; it is to trade in the temple of a people’s sacrifice for you. North Carolina, in the midst of a great depression needs you. The spiritual worth of your personalities, your train ing, and your youth, serve to give us all hope in these times. By each one of us doing a bit here and a bit there we will make over the worh of out teachers, the prayers of our parents, and our own dreams into the stuff of a commonwealth, old in its traditions but as fresh and as fair in hopes of the children of her people. FRANK P. GRAHAM. To those who care to read it: The emotions 'that we experience at this time are both joyful and sorrow ful ; which are the stronger we do not know. It seems hardly possible that four years have elapsed since we began our high school careers. As we attempt to summarize in parting the results of these years, we some how feel that we have received much more from the school than we have contributed to it, more than we can ever repay. The in spirations aroused in our minds during this too brief period here should be paid for, but cannot be. The ideals formed through contact with our school mates and teachers deserve reward, but cannot have it. The lessons learned from books and experience also should be paid for. Our debts are innumer able. We shall meet them some day. We are not experienced enough yet to offer advice to those who follow us, but we may offer a suggestion. We hope that our successors may profit by any mistakes that we have made and benefit by any achievements that might have been ours. If there is even one idea that we have expressed or one project that we have begun which they consider worthwhile, we hope they will see fit to continue or develop it. We appreciate more than we can ex press the understanding, sympathy, and advice so kindly offered us by our, teachers. Among them we have found true friends, whoe acquaintances we would iito exchange for wealth: and if, in the future, we attain success in any of our undertakings, or if we fail, we shall gladly acknowledge their mani fold contributions toward making the hopes of our youth the inspiration of our manhood. We know them well enough to believe thaS they w.'i! pardon us of any foolish words or antions. So as we leave to travel divers paths whose ends God only knows, we turn the key upon our memory’s chest, and part with thoughts joyful ani sorrow ful, but appreciation above them both. MACK HEATH, President Senior Class.
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