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High Life
January 13, 1956
The Purpose of High Life Is To
'*et and preserve the history of our
school.
H
M Individuals together under
high standards.
S eparate the worthwhile from
the worthless and promote
the highest interest of stu
dents. teachers, and school.
l^ow ^it Complaining, Tail;
This School Isn’t So Bad
EXAM r\m
WHfiiT'S GaNG ON ?
Swan With Knotted ?\[ecl{
Never let it be said that when
Sydna Hall, senior, doesn’t un
derstand a joke that she skims
right over it! When Sydna doesn’t
see the least bit of humor in a
swan with a knotted neck, she does
something about the situation!
What brought about this amaz
ing curiosity in Sydna? It seems
that before the holidays, Robert
Fredrickson’s third peiiKi world
history class was reading an
American Observer. Beit^ topical
seniors, they immediately turned
to the regular cartoon and joke
section. Just imagine their horri
ble disappointment and deep sor
row when there before their very
eyes was a swan with a knot in
his neck. The name of this master
piece was “Cartoon.” The class
could see absolutely nothing fun
ny in this. Mr. Fredrickson, who
was also, but secretly, disappoint
ed, suggested that someone write
to the editors and demand an ex
planation and ask if something
were omitted from the cartoon.
Sydna, intrigued with the idea
and overcome with curiosity, sat
down and wrote the Civil Educa
tion Service, Inc., in Washington,
D. C. On January 5 Sydna re
ceived an answer which said, “We
realize that what might seem fun
ny to us may not seem funny to
some of our readers, but we do
try to select cartoons that are at
least mildly humorous.
“The cartoons we use are pur-*
chased form professional cartoon
ists whose drawings also appear in
some of the most popular nu^a-
zines.
“Nothing was left out of the
cartoon. If you don’t think a swan
with a knot in his neck is funny,
then no explanation we can give
will satisfy you.
“Maybe we can do better in the
future.”
After receiving the letter and
having Mr. Fredrickson read it
to the class (Sydna got too flus
tered to utter a word without
spasms of hysteria) all agreed
that a swan with a knot in his
neck is still not very funny.
Have you noticed lately what is right
about our school? The newspapers here
in town have done a good job of publicizing
what is wrong with “that institution over
on Westover Terrace.”
We wish to retaliate. It is time that the
inferiority complex which continuous ad
verse criticism has bred is partially erased.
Forget the blanket stigma which some peo
ple have associated with Senior High School
and look around with pride.
An example of collective effort in the
right direction occured last Friday. With
the “school spirit" as evasive as it has ever
been in school history, several people de
cided to try the impossible—arouse some of
this school spirit and attempt to change
the disgusting attitude which has pervaded
the student body this year. At the Student
Council’s prodding, several organizations
have created the spark and are fast devel
oping a flame which could put an e.id to
most of the major problems which have
made GHS infamous all over the United
States. (According to alumni we are well
known for our drag races and tree-burn
ings not only throughout the state but as
far away as Baltimore, Maryland, and Sara
sota, Florida.) The enthusiasm which greet
ed an appeal to support the Whirlies, crip
pled by the thoughtlessness of a few peo
ple, resulted in a mass exodus to Charlotte
for the first conference basketball game.
We have an opportunity to make ours a
winning team. If it develops into a winning
combination, there will be some blushing
ex-basketball players.
Home town prejudice may influence this
opinion but most of us agree that we have
the best high school band in the South,
perhaps in the nation if the trip to Chicago
is any indication. Our orchestra is not far
behind with an invitation to appear in St.
Louis this spring. Any who saw and heard
and literally felt the choir and orchestra
show will attest to the superiority of Miss
Eula Tuttle’s choir. The “Battle Hymn Of
The Republic” was enough by itself to
create considerable emotion in the form of
a few tears and quite a few lumps in throats.
WHIRLIGIG last year was placed in the
highest category accessible to a student
publication. An individual who is not proud
of the magnificent new gymnasium does
not belong in school.
We were state champions last year in
foetball. How can we forget this in less
than a year? This is a superlative honor
which should not be forgotten in one year.
Our swimming team has not been defeated
in its last 30 meets. The ssune situation
exists in tennis and golf.
Greensboro has a long record of winners
in the state-sponsored math, physics,
French, and Latin contests. Twelve seniors
have reached the semi-final round of the
National Merit Scholarship program this
year. Two others have reached dis
trict competition in the five thous
and dollar Morehead Scholarship
award.
Few people were left unim
pressed by the student-conducted
Thanksgiving and Christmas pro
grams. Here is one of the best ex
amples of the fine student-faculty
co-operative relationship which ex
ists.
This is the school which initiated
student government in North Caro
lina high schools. Ours was the
first honor code in the state.
Don’t let a few people destroy
all this of which we have every right
to be proud.
Miss Blackmon
Still Hospitalized
iill*
There is something missing around
Senior High School. It’s a smile that is
as dependable as the hall bells; an en
couraging word of advice for anyone that
needs it; and a staunch belief m the
power of plain old optimism. We miss
Miss Mary Ellen Blackmon, who has
been an important part of Senior High
for as long as anyone can remember.
A serious fall made a series of delicate
operations necessary. Now Miss Black
mon is undergoing a long convalescence
at the Cone Memorial Hospital.
She has not lost contact with her
school, however. As one of her nurses
put it. “Miss Blackmon, you have more
visitors than any three people in this
hospital.” We can understand why. Hurry
and get well. Miss Blackmon. We are
all pulling for you!
Sympathy
HIGH LIFE wishes to express its deep
est sympathy to A. P. Routh upon the
death of his mother, Mrs. E. A. Routh
vho died Sunday night at the Randoli^
Hospital in Asheboro. Fimeral ser\’ices
were conducted Tuesday at the Frank-
Unville Methodist Church with the Rev
erend Ernest D. Page officiating.
HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of
(?reensbiro Swiior High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded bv the Glass
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.
YALL’S HALL TALES
Editor-in-Chiej
Assistant Editors
Managing Editor
Btisiness Manager
Advertising Manager .
Copy Editor
Jim Martin
Donna Oliver
Diane Schwartz
Dick Robinson
Mary Lou Hutton
Ginger Bass
Feature Editor . ..
Boys’ Sports Editor -
Girls’ Sports Editor .
Exchange Editor
Circulation Editor —.
Photographers
Mary Wheeler
Betty Adams
Jerry Farber
Mary Jane Seawell
Nancy Tuttle
Anne Greeson
Dan McConnell
Claiborne Cordle
Diana Harmon
Jerry Mann
Judy Shallant, Paula Tuttle
- - Anne Greeson, Jane Parkins
Lou Spence and Sue Spence
Adviser - Miss Peggy Ann Joyner
Financial Adviser — Mr. A. P. Routh
Cartoonist --
Proofreaders
Reporters
Judy Shallant
Okay, wake up out of your third period
daze and stop daydreaming about those
heavenly two weeks of Christmas vaca
tion which just flew by. I don’t think
some people have yet recuperated . . .
What do you say, huh?
Some of our GHS teachers had a
whirl of a time over the holidays. Mr.
Routh honored the famous sunshine city
of St. Petersburg with his presence, and
two other Florida cities, Fort Myers
Beach and West Palm Beach, played
host to Mrs. Randolph and Mrs. Morgan,
and Mrs. Malone. Mr. Coker visited Chi
cago and “sightsaw” the art institute and
galleries.
Wanted; A new method of cramming
everything into one night what you were
supposed to have learned in a four-month
course. No fair studying in advance—it
adds more excitement to do it at the
last moment. Those teachers, expect mi
racles! The following is- an outline of
an experienced crammer:
For all you nom de plumes here’s
some Fractured French:
Je t’adore Shut the door
Ma chere That’s my chair
Nous avons change tout cela We have
redecorated the whole cellar
Par excellence He plays good golf
Place aux dames Third door on your
right.
Biology Department
Teacher: To what class of the animal
kingdom do I belong?
Student: I don’t know, teacher. Pa says
you’re an old hen and Ma says you’re
an old cat.
History Department
Mr. Frederickson; Where was the Decla
ration of Independence signed?
Shirley Smith: At the battom, I guess.
David Bescherer. president of the
Mickey Moose Club, has announced the
new membership of Lou and Sue Spence,
Sam and Eugene LeBauer, Francis “21”
Taylor, Kay Kuykendall, Jackie Mabie,
and Don Rothrock. Other students may
join by contacting Robert Hewett not
later than January 13, 1999.
Math Department
John Homey: Miss Moore, will you help
me with this problem?
Miss Moore: I would, only I don’t think
It would be right.
A word to the wise: Man ■who crosses
ocean once and once again, and doesn’t
take bath for entire time is dirty double
crosser.
Joan (Butch) Moring: Why don’t angels
have mustaches?
Bradley Anderson; Because men get to
heaven by a close shave!
“Oh, dear, I’ve missed you so much . .
and she raised the revolver and fired
again.
Lois Owen; What did one toe say to
another toe?
Audrey Gales: I think we’re being fol
lowed by a couple of heels.
Charlie Pemberton: If you’ll give me
your telephone number, I’ll call you up.
Peggy Sink: It’s in the Key book.
Charlie; Fine, what’s your name?
Peggy: That’s in the book, too!
These tales that are told are the tallest.
The jokes that are written are smallest.
So ru pick up my pen and drop it again
’Cause, oh gosh, what’s the use