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High Life
March 25, 1955
The Purpose of High Life Is To
G et and preserve the history of our
school.
(lUBLICITY
By Anne Pearce
H
old individuals together under
high standards.
'Separate the worthwhile from
) the worthless and promote
the highest interest of stu
dents, teachers, and school.
Make It A Success
We have recently exercised one of our
democratic rights—the right to vote and
choose what we do or do not want. The
majority of the GHS students voted to have
the May Day on the front lawn this year
and for it to be open to spectators. Since
we did not vote to have the May Day com
bined with the Senior Prom, we must work
to make the May Day program on the lawn
an entertaining and memorable occasion.
Greensboro Senior High is the only school
in the AAA high school division to have a
May Day. If we expect to keep this privi
lege, we must not abuse it by producing
something that is a poor excuse for a May
Day.
Those students who voted for the May
Day to be in the gym must now work with
the students who voted for the lawn. For
a successful May Day, those students who
signed their names to participate in the
May Day activities must live up to their
promises. They must co-operate with the
student co-chairmen, be on time for all
practice rehearsals, and take an active in
terest in the program. If this is not done,
the occasion is assured of failing.
The Honor Code slogan was “We strive
to make the right thing popular.” Let’s
make the May Day slogan “We strive to
make the May Day successful!”
THanks Brother
On behalf of the student body HIGH
LIFE would hke to thank its grown up
brothers—the Greensboro DAILY NEWS
and RECORD. In a city the size of Greens
boro, it would be more than easy for the
city papers to ignore the goings on of us
teen-agers at Senior High School. Instead,
however, the dailies have taken every op
portunity to single out the students here
for any honors which they have received.
Not only are individual honors cited, but
school distinctions are also given their due
publicity.
It’s a nice feeling to be included among
the news of the “big people.” It should be
an incentive to “act our age.” Certainly
many of the adults of this community have
thought of us as just irresponsible children.
The aforementioned publicity has helped
immeasurably to show those adults that we
do have clear-thinking, capable students,
and for this we thank you, DAILY NEWS
and RECORD.
HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of
Greensboro Senior High School
Greensboro, N. C.
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LOOK PLEASANT, PLEASE
“Oh, no, for goodness sakes, I'm not
going to shoot you,” cried the small,-
tousled man, as he paced up and down
wringing-his hands in desperation. “Just
forget what I’m doing, and be natural,”
he pleaded, placing his camera again.
“You really want a natural look, Mr.
Jones?” called out an irrepressible boy,
with a sly grin at the rest of the group.
The photographer wearily nodded, his
mind too tired to think. True to his
word, the boy hunched down in his seat,
popped a wad of gum in his mouth, and
half closed his sparkling eyes.
“No no, not that natural,” sighed Mr.
Jones,’throwing off his coat and loosen
ing his tie. “Just gaze straight ahead
and try to look reasonably pleasant.
The group did as he urged and got
posed. Just then a'whirr sounded to him
like that of a tiny motor was heard.
Every head turned and thirty pairs ot
eyes followed the path of an innocent
fly, as it flew unperturbed across the
^°As the heads projected slowly back
into position, Mr. Jones eyed them ston
ily with thunder on his countenance.
‘‘Are you certain that you’re ready
now? That nothing else can disturb
you?” he inquired with ironic calmness.
“All right, get ready,, set . .
His sentence was never finished, for
he suddenly broke the silence with a
sneeze that echoed throughout the large
room. The sneeze was especially wild
for such a small man as Mr. Jones, and
as he wheeled about hunting for a hand
kerchiefs, his body bumped into the
camera and sent it crashing to the floor.
Mr. Jones sat quietly down and mo
tioned for the group to leave. As they
arose from their seats he started mut
tering incoherently something about
changing his profession to that of a
ditch-digger. ^
BARBARA FJELD
THE GOLDEN THRONE
Majestically it stood in front of the
warmth-giving fireplace, its golden up
holstery radiating security and comfort.
Its four sturdy mahogany legs formed
a durable base which could support
an enormous load. The worn antimacas
sar decorated with the American flag
proudly lay on the back, and the arms
shined , from Mother’s latest waxing
job. By it stood a large bright reading
lamp that sent a cheerful ray beaming
onto the somewhat lumpy cushion. At
its side the well-stocked magazine rack
leaned a little under its heavy burden
—the latest issue of LIFE sticking out
from under my newest comic book. This
was my father’s “Golden Throne”.
In it he relaxed after supper with
the daily paper; there he talked over
the household problems; there he dis
cussed the recent football game with
brother; and there he introduced me
to the land of imagination. After his
pipe had been carefully laid aside, I
slipped sear, cherishing the hope of ob
taining a place in the seat of honor. I
was hoisted onto his lap and related
tales of the “wild, wild West”, of the
days of yesteryear, and of the place
“back home”. Excitedly, I clung to his
bouncing knee, as I rode a dashing mus
tang speeding across the d.esert in pur
suit of desperadoes, or curiously I stared
at his large pocket watch while he
patiently described once again which
was the hour hand. On less favorable
occasions I received my punishment
from the seat of judgment.
Long ago the chair was replaced by
a modern sofa, but the varied and color
ful memories I have of the “Golden
Throne” will always remain.
BOB COWAN
LSP
For a project the LSP Club made
booklets consisting of jokes, condensed
stories, crossword puzzles, and droodles
for the county home. Each one of the
28 “little saints” made a booklet.
DDT
On March 11 the DDT club had a
Plantation party. The sisters and their
dates went at 9 o’clock for a late din
ner. Mrs. Warren, the club adviser and
her husband chaperoned.
SLC
Last Friday night the SLC’s also had
a Plantation Party. Mrs. Florence By
num, their adviser, chaperoned the club.
LES SOEURS AND GWI
Plans are being made by the Les
Soeurs and GWI's for their dance which
will be on April 16 at Sedgefield Manor.
Initiation for-all new Rainbowers will
be Monday, April 11 in the Masonic
Temple. Summer may seem far away
but already these girls are thinking of
the beach and making plans for an
excursion.
DSA
each dreams are also in the minds of
The ESA’s. They have even thought
about the necessary funds and are sell
ing doughnuts to raise the money.
WST
Spring has sprung. and with it hay
rides are riding. The WST gals are
holding such an affair at the Pemberton
farm on Saturday, April 2 for them
selves and their dates. After ditching
their males the girls will slumber at
. the home of Miss Wanda Anderson, the
club’s adviser.
CARTOONIST WANTED
HIGH LIFE is interested in finding
a cartoonist for net year’s papers and
asks that anyone who wishes to be con
sidered eligible for the job turn in
samples of his work to Miss Peggy Ann
Joyner in room 10. The deadline for
all samples is April 8, and it should
be understood that the cartoonist does
not have to work on the staff but only
do the art work.
Grad Gab
By Josie Ward
Hilliard Humphrey, class of ’50 and
also a 1954 graduate of Carolina, is now
playing in the Air Force Band in Georgia.
Out of the thirty groups who tried
out for the Horace Heidt Show which
was in Greensboro on March 23,
Tommy McDanold was chosen to sing.
Tommy, who is a baritone, sang a great
deal at Senior before he graduated last
June. Jean Nichols, Anne Davis, and
• Dori^; Cox, better known'as the Irving
Sisters, also were contestants in the show
and sang as a group.
Beauty really must run in the Wrenn
family. Ann, the sister of Senior High’s
Kay and a 1952 graduate, is, one of the
13 representatives from the sororities
(Hers is Tri Delt) for the Blue-White
festivities at Chapel Hill.
Elections at 'Woman’s College saw
Patty Vaughn elected Senior Class cheer
leader.
Spring,
Founded by the Class
of 1921
Revived by the Spring
Journalism Class
of 1937
Entered as second-class matter March 30,
1940, at the post office at Greensboro, N. C.,
under the Act of March 3, 1879.
Editor-in-Chief Martha Ann Burnet
Assistant Editors —- Lynn Cochrane
Donna Oliver
Business Manager Mary Louise Shaw
Advertising Manager Barbara Lindley
Copy Editor - Eugenia Hickerson
Feature Editor Diane Schwartz
News Editor Dick Robinson
Boys’ Sports Editor Jerry Farber
Girls’ Sports Editor Mary Jane Seawell
Circulation Manager Pat Frazier
Exchange Editor - Sylvia Williard
Photographer Dan McConnell
Reporters: Joanne Bloom, Barbara,
Fjeld, Nancy Johnson, Jim Martin, Virginia
McKinney, Anne Pearce, Hugh Price, Wan
da Slade, Ann Spence.
Adviser Miss Peggy Ann Joyner
''iTMincial Adviser Mr. A. P. Routh
Song,
Hall Tales
By Alma Swinson
Spring
a song is singing!
I hear it
• blithe and gay
Winging
o’er the countryside
Through
each golden day!
in the growing things,
That bud
in fine array,
I see it
in the new green grass,
Where.
winter’s. snow aft lay.
I hear it
in each happy voice.
And
in the rippling streams!
I see it
in each flowers face, .
And '
where the willow dreams.
I see it
in the dancing gold
Of
the warm sun’s shinging beams,
I hear it, feel it
see it, know it
Everywhere
it seems!
Hey, hi, hello there . . .
Oh happy, happy day! It’s Friday
. . . (brilliant deduction!) and that
means no school tomorrow ... (an
other one, huh?). Anyway, what I
mean to say is that there’ll be two
wonderful days to enjoy these lazy
spring days. While you’re dreaming
about how you’ll spend this week
end, here’s something for you to
giggle o’yer . .. (that is, we hope ..)
JACK HATFIELD; “Golly, look
at this huge mosquito I just killed.
He’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.
FRANK DENNIS: (sarcastically)
“Well put one foot on it and I’ll take
your picture.”
PICTURE THIS ... (If you can)
Miss Louise Smith in the balcony
of the Carolina . . .
Mr, Luttrell doing the Mambo.
GHS installing swimming pools.
Water fountains that work.
Students having a three-week va
cation . . . with pay.
Mr. Earey selling papers at Madi
son and Elm.
Marilyn Monroe teaching biology
at GHS.
Mr. T(Ong, so nice and tall.
Him ain’t got no hair at all.
Him got no one to comb him hair
But him no care
Him got no hair ....
Marie White and Randy Dodson
are among the newest daily doubles
at GHS these here days . . . she
carries his books to school . , . and
that’s a sure sign . . .
SENIOR: “Is your girl spoiled?
SOPHOMORE: “No, it’s the per
fume she’s wearing.”
(any similarity to persons living
or dead is purely coincidental . . .)
No doubt New Orleans is having
quite an experience these days .
Mardi Gras is supposed to be the
biggest thing in its history ... Of
course, that was B. C. (before choir
. . . mainly GHS’).