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Page Two High Life April 22, 1955 ; L The Purpose of High Life Is To '*et and preserve the history of our r school. H old individuals together under high standards. S eparate the worthwhile from the woHhless and promote the highest interest of stu dents, teachers, and school. Unbelievable? Air raid warnings, bomb shelters, sirens, clanging bells! These things could never happen at Senior High, or so we thought three years ago. World conditions, how ever, have put GHS in the midst of chang ing conditions. In order to be fully prepared for anv attack by atomic devices we have ►found it necessary to revise our Civil De fense Program. Civil Defense is not a joking matter. Although, we mav feel that we will never undergo an actual atomic attack, we have formed this program to plan safely for the UP'’er+ain future. Each student must realize with serious ness the important responsibility he must undertake to make this program a success. Laughter, joking, and destracting noises will mar the purpose of this endeavor. If governmental authorities could guar antee that there would be no war. a prac tice drill would not be so essential. How ever. this is an uncertain time; no one can tell us when we may or may not be depen dent upon a defense drill. Therefore, the practice defense drill must be considered as a serious affair; it is. Is It A Bird' Is It A Plane'"? Two conclusions may be drawn. Either aspiring major league prospects, who should haye gone out for the baseball team in the first place, are placating their insatia ble desire to throw things or the GHS in mates are displaying contempt for the. auality of our toilet paper by simply chuck ing it out the window. Yes. it is a startling sight, for there is a place for eyerything and the GHS parking lot is not the place for toilet paper. We, of course, no longer care how our grounds or buildings look. This parking lot situation is the best example of our complacency. The whole mess definitely does haye a far reaching, adyerse effect. Any adult ylsitor could not help but see these flagrant displajls. This could only corroborate the 'notorious reputation which so many adults associate with us as “crazy teen-agers.” What can we do about it? Well, it’s a difficult job when a large group of students are ardent fans of these few toilet paper slingers. Whose responsibility is it? The problem seems to rest on the shoulders of the students. We belieye that “striving to make the right things popular” includes toilet paper and its application to the park ing lot. ‘ Quit laughing at these prime examples of crazy adolescense and we can guarantee a considerable alteration in the appearance of our grounds. HIGH LIFE Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of Greensboro Senior High School Greensboro, N. C. Founded by the Class of 1921 Revived by the Spring Journalism Class of 15137 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 . Jim Martin Assistant Editors . Donna Oliver Managing Editor Diane Schwartz Dick Robinson Business Manager Advertising Manager Copy Editor - Mary Lou Hutton . Ginger Bass Mary Wheeler Boys' Sports Editor Jerry Farber Girls' Sports Editor Mary Jane SeaweU Circulation Manager Nancy Tuttle Exchange Editor - Sylvia Willard Photographer Dan McConnell Proofreaders Betty Adams Anne Greeson, Shirley Dowd Adviser Miss Peggy Ann Joyner Financial Adviser Mr. A. P. Routh TOOK WITH Seniors Spring Springs!! Poets picture spring as a season of budding trees, singing birds, and loving lovers. At Senior High, however, the poet would be slightly disillusioned; for spring does not arrive here with any su£ti pas toral signs. Percival Poet may not recog nize such Senior signals of spring, but to a seasoned veteran they are as plain as bumps in an ordinary desk. Spring is the time for new bonnets, but here there is a slight difference. The style leans toward new hair—at any rate, new hair colors. Blonde is the ciurent style, but some daring souls have struck a black note. For the masculine set the change is wrought in length—from gen- ale waves over the ears one day to sta- catto sprigs just covering the top of one’s head the next day. There are other signs—a parking lot three feet deep in mud—sleeping in study halls—that ‘T can’t stand this a second longer feeling” but with 26 more school days to go who cares? Counsel From the Evidently the venal equinox stirs the little boy blood in a high school boys’ veins. The dime stores must have been amazed at the sight of a hulking, six- foot lad buying a water pistol—but they would be even more amazed if they could view these selfsame “children” playing with the weapons! It must be Senior High’s version of teen-age war fare. After a thorough drenching, how ever, it is this writer’s fervant hope that, they too will pass away and quickly.) Council Now is the test. May Day’s position in Senior High activities is precarious to say the least. We have decided by popular ballot to give the traditional observances a new lease on life this year, but the enthusiasm displayed during the election period for the lawn ceremonies is already wanning. What nature doesn’t do, G. E. can. Regadless o'f whether spring’s sun is shining, a healthy ‘ glowing red skin is the style, and nowadays you just aren’t hep if you haven’t lost at least one layer of skin to the cause. And those sun-glassed gals seen wandering the halls aren’t visiting celebrities—just ones un derestimating the power of a sun lamp (or the sun, if you’re really old fash ioned.) Percival Poet would be a little en couraged by one thing around here. In Now student chairmen are reporting problems which endanger the whole pro duction—people are not attending re hearsals. May Day will die a quick and decisive death if the 1955 edition is not a success. It is up to you. Hall Tales By Alma Swinson and a Hey, hi, hello there . ■Neki Hokey to you all. . . Our Miss Matthews ^eems to have found a “Mr. Boynten” who wasn’t too shy to pop the question . . . that blinding flash on the third fin ger of her left hand is the result. (and I don’t mean Spring fever) haven’t they Mr. Luttrell? SIGNS OF SPRING . . . Rainy week-ends. Artificial flowers in girls’ hair. Attendance record drops on Fri day. Senior trip to Washington. “Beach or Bust,” school motto. Sunburned noses. Brad Stone fell from a twelfth story window. A crowd soon gath ered and a policeman made his way to the victim and asked, “Goodness, what happened?” “I don’t know,” Brad replied, “I just got here.” Cynthia Burley’s theme song these days is “A1 Be Seeing You” (or something like that.) Speaking of Spring ... No doubt the season feels cheated . . . The time for love gnd marriage is sup posed to be Spring but around GHS Winter’s in the lead . . . even the teachers have caught the fever . . . And then there’s !he one about the toothless termite who walked into a bar and ajked, “Where’s the bartender?” . . . This is a contribu tion from “Keith’s Korn.” Patsy' Traughber really goes for big things . . . when she’s driving she never hits anything but trucks ... (pretty brave, don’t you think). See ya . . . Scrip T ease INSPIRED SPORTS CAR By Woody Fordham The day was hot; the.sky was blue. Around the track my sports car flew. As I went around the track Of that Grand Prix, A wheel came off and I hit a tree. I climbed out of my three-wheeled car, And saw my pit crew coming from afar, As I pulled back on the speed strip. The car in front went for a flip. I’m sure I would have won That glorious race day, If it had not been for the U-curve And the protecting bale of hay. The cartobn pictured above drawn by Billy Holdemess won for him a prize in the state competition. Remember that fact when you fail to understand the signifi cance of the work of art. It just might help you to find it a little funnier by remem bering that other people did! (find it funny, that is) CAP’N TIMOTHY LAKE By Diana Evans I’ll tell you a tale ’bout a man of the sea. Gather ’round, friends, and listen to me. Timothy Lake was the name of the man. Try and recall that name if you can. Back in the year of ’89 He saved his ship, the Caroline. ’Twas durin’ a dark and fierce hurricane; His ship was rocking to drive him insane. The sails were cracking as if in pain, But Tim kept laughing, again and again “Hi, mate,” said the capt’n, “set me down a raft. And I shall ask Neptune to save me my craft.” k school a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love. There is little about a classroom that could be thought conduc ive to romance, but the marriages here belie that fact. Popularity now isn’t reckoned by boy friends but a husband! So down he went to see the sea’s king Past coral ‘n’ shells ‘n’ many a strange thing. He went to see Neptune with a smile on his face. Never before had he seen such a place. Neptune’s throne was covered with sea weed, And he had a frown to make all take heed Neptune saw eyes as determined as his And thought in a moment what a brave man he is. “I’ve come to ask that my ship be saved,” said Cap’tn Tim. Neptune thought, then said to him, “Your ship I shall save and your crew shall live, But for this there is something that you must give. The rest of all time in the sea you shall stay. And for no reason can you go away.” So every man, woman, and child he saved; But Timothy Lake stayed in a deep, deep grave. j We had an impressive opening day with nearly 300 i)eople anxious to leiid their support.' The next rehearsal found the ranks considerably thinner and the May Day committee had sorted to threats of “no May Day unless attendance im proved.” On Writing An Essay he sun sinks behind a cloud as she utters it. A low moan, like the wind through the graveyard at midnight, spans the classroom as the words re-echo in your ears. The dream of a free week end crumbles. An essay is due Monday. What can you do? Thoughts flash through your muddled mind. You could write an essay on why more people like carrots cooked than raw, or on why everyone from South Carolina marries so young, or maybe on the results of laziness and turn in a blank sheet of paper, but that wouldn’t be original. Even in your dreams that night, essays float serenely by on silver platters, al ways just out of reach. Monday morning dawns as always, he essay, due second period, is non esistent. During chemistry you scribble come incoherent passages of an essay including, unknowingly, part of the theo ry of ionization and a few uses of sul furic acid. You insert a few commas and sprinkle it liberally with dashes— the teacher’s favorite. You have writ ten an essay! Howard Hinshaw Ode To A Bobby Pin It is morning, and your mother calls you. As usual you beg for “just five more minutes, please.” She finally drags you out of that nice, warm bed. Then you wash your face, thinking that thir is going to be your day, when you glance out the window; Oh! No! Gad! Just your luck! How could it happen to you! It’s raining, and you had rolled your hair so perfectly. What a shame, for yours falls if you even look at a glass of water! Can’t you just see the girls with naturally curly hair that curls eyen more \n damp weather? Gosh, you envy them. If only your hair were curly. Now you start looking for scarves, hats, and all other headgear in the house. You’re on your way to school with a scarf, stole, rain hat, and an umbrella. You race to get inside before all the curl is out of your bangs. By third period all of the :url in them is out, because you had to walk from the Main Building to the Science Building. After fourth period whole deal starts falling. By seventh Deriod you look like you have a Buster Brown haircut. You o home, and you vow, that you will either have a stiff perma nent or your head shaved. Camille Merriman
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