Page Two
High Lepb
March 9, 1956
The Purpose of High Life Is To
G et and preserve the history of our
school.
H old individuals together under
high standards.
S eparate the worthwhile from
the worthless and promote
the highest interest of stu
dents, teachers, and schools
Sportsmanship
Greensboro, notorious for its conduct at
athletic contests in past years, made a sur
prising change in its reputation during
most of the basketball season. Prospects
that the sportsmanship trophy would be
awarded to our student body seemed to
be good. Apparently there has been another
change, however. This change was climaxed
by what approached mob violence after a
Burlington basketball game. This altera
tion is surprising. We in Greensboro have
had ample opportunity this year to wit
ness disgusting conduct on the part of our
AAA basketball contemporaries. We know ■
what it is like to have opposing teams and
their supporting student bodies boo during
foul shots, jeer during our Alma Mater, and
commit deliberate fouls during the course
of play. We have had the opportunity to
see what this type of thing does to the
reputation of a school. Some critics are now
classifying us in this category. True, we
cannot be proud of the actions of those
involved in the post-game trouble last
week; but for the most part the students
at Greensboro Senior High School can be
proud of their record in sportsmanship. In
cidents cannot be condoned, and we would
be the last to attempt to do so. The mis
informed press, however, has made us the
brunt of much unqualified and unjustified
criticism. Again they have applied a blan
ket stigma to all teen-agers who attend
this school. Some members of the student
body were wrong, but their actions and
intentions were exaggerated. As a result
the name of our school has a disgusting
connotation to many adults which it dpes
not deserve.
The tournament which is now in progresi
affords an opportunity for us to redeem
ourselves. The challenge is particularly sig
nificant because Greensboro’s team is not
included in the tournament. Yet we are
the hosts. We need this trophy, recognition
of what our Student Council has been striv
ing for all year. There would .have been
little question about our right to claim
the award before the Burlington incident.
There is still a possibility. Take advantage
of this opportunity to be a good host.
HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of
Greenslioro Senior High Sehool
Greensboro, N. C.
Are We Still
Two Bases Sh
Susceptible To Political Habits?
own For Constant Re-elections
CmTEIW*TiOH&l3
Founded by the Class
of 1921
Revived by the Spring \t\
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-CMef Jim Martin
Assistant Editors Donna Oliver
Diane Shwartz
Managing Editor Dick Robinson
Biisiness Manager Mary Lou Hutton
Advertising Manager Ginger Bass
■Copy Editor Mary Wheeler
Teature Editor Betty Adams
Boys' Sports Editors Jerry ^'arher
Add Penfield, Jr.
Proofreaders - Paula Tuttle
Linda Harrison, Sue Spence and
I Lou Spence
Reporters Judy Shallant
Jane Parkins, Bonnie Adelstein
Frances McCormick, and
Elwood Hartman
Adviser - Miss Peggy Ann Joyner
Financial Adviser - Mr. A. P. Routh
i^/HERE,OH WHERE TUDjue
SCRIPT ^'
THE FUROWED BROW
The man seated comfortably in his
favorite armchair gave the impression of
being proudly happy. He was puffing
lazily on a cigarette, enjoying the feel
of the fur-lined bedroom slippers on his
feet and the warm smoking jacket about
him. Surely, he presented a picture of
complacency.
Slowly a frown worked its way into
his features, and he put down the half-
smoked cigarette. He was not happy;
trere was something wrong! As he
glanced outside, a look of disgust crossed
his face, and he picked up the cigarette
again. Crossing the room and peering
out the window at the snow-covered
lawn, the troubled man realized his task;
there was no other way; he would not
be really satisfied until h,e performed
it. Recognizing this fact, he grudgingly
went to put on his overcoat, his old fish
ing boots ( they did come in handy for
something), and his gloves. Tightening
the wool scarf about his neck, he opened
the front door, stepped outside cautious
ly, and shut the door, leaving his inviting
armchair without an occupant.
As he advanced warily across the yard;
he caught sight of the familiar object
now half buried in the snow. It grew in
size as he approached it. With eager
fingers he grasped it and, turning, fol
lowed his footprints back into the house.
Sitting once again in his favorite arm
chair, the man radiated contentment and
transquility. As a satisfied expression
spread over his face, he took the treas
ured object he had found in the snow
Revolution In April
Greensboro Senior High School
has an extensive history of “politi
cal habits,” those people who are
very susceptible to the political vi
rus, but who go to extremes to see
that no one else catches this normal
ly communicable disease. Frequent
ly a candidate appears on the GHS
political scene who si worthy of
holding office year after year. In
most cases, however, our complac
ent voters make an effortless check
beside the name of the person who
has held office in past years, regard
less of the relative merits of candi
dates. This practice of habitual re-
election has led to bad situations.
If a person is elected to an office
of importance during his sophomore
year, he is apt to remain an inte
gral part of the “ruling class”.
This is not basically an evil in itself.
It is bad, though, when the wrong
^1 OTe of leader establishes a place for
w himself in this habit.
This student body is vunerable to
attack for two reasons. First, we
have not attached the necessary
importance to our elections. The
mm.- .. . - ^privilege to choose our leaders is
SPOriTSWflfOHiP TnOPHy Oo > accompanied by a corresponding
— — responsibility. If we are to choose,
we must choose conscientiously.
The instances of bad leadership
which we have experienced this year
can be attributed primarily to the
lack of interest in voting. (Poor
leaders or perhaps poor followers
have been found m every organi
zation from the cheerleading squad
to the Youth and Student Councils.)
Just because a person is an accomp
lished politician in the worst sense
of the word, he need not be tolerat
ed by the voters.
A second shortcoming is associ
ated with the period following elec
tion; we do not provide the support
they need so badly. We elect them
enthusiastically; we forget them
quickly. Every time a criticism of
the elected leaders is voiced it a
reflection on the voters. If justi
fiable criticism of our leaders does
arise, the spring election period is
the time to get rid of the problem
or problems, as the case may be.
Use your privilege next month dur
ing the spring elections to choos(
good leaders — whether they are
good old habits or newcomers to
politics at GHS.
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TEASE
and unfolded it. Yes, now he was happy’
Like any man, he could not be really
comfortably without his’ evening paper!
—Kay Kuykendall
PARODY ON “GOOD BY”
Good-by, dear Cop, I’m going home.
I’m not your friend, and you’re not
mine.
Through lanes of crawling cars I roam;
^ A little car in an endless line,
I’ve a ticket pasted above my chrome,
But now .dear Cop, I’m going home!
Good-by, to the tiny parking space;
The hydrant with its mocking face;
To everyone’s accusing eye
And pointing hand as I go by;
To city streets and buildings tall.
To courthouse, square, and city hall;
To other cars which at me come.
But now, dear Cop, I’m going home.
I’m going now to my resting place,
Where vehicles no longer race.
A quiet place, and a shelter snug,
My windshield free from every bug;
Where I may rest my weary wheels,
And see how nice some comfort feels.
Away from city smell and noise,
From all the curious and meddlini
boys.
Oh, when I am safe in my precious home,
And Master has shined my silver
chrome,
I feel the cool breeze around me blow,
And in my radiator does flow
Some nice cold water to soothe my poor
face.
And help me prepare for tomorrow’s
chase.
Why should I fear a cop’s verbal barrage.
When I am safe in my own garage?
YALL'S HALL TALES
BY JUDY SHALLANT
Wonder who’s gonna be champion in
the tournament? No matter who emerges
victorious, now’s our chance to win a
more important game—gaining a GOOD
reputation for GHS. Let’s all do our
part! That good-sportsmanship trophy
sure would look good in the main hall.
Earl Shelton: Did Mr. Routh call you
a blockhead?
Bill Lewey: No. He just said, “Pull down
your cap; here comes a woodpecker.”
“I’m afraid I can’t help you,” he said
to Steve Schlosser injured in a car acci
dent. “Pm a veterinarian.”
“You’re just the man,” moaned Steve.
“I was a jackass to think I could do 70
miles an hour in that old car!”
T’le haughty senior girl sniffed as the
tiny sophomore cut in.
“And just why did you have to cut
in when I was dancing?” she inquired
nastily.
The sophomore hung his head with
shame. “I’m sorry ma’am,” he said, “but
I’m working my way through school, and
your partner was waving a dollar bill
at me.”
WHY IS A SHIP A SHE?
A boat is called a she because there’s
usually a gang of men around . . . be
cause she’s hard to steer . . . because
she takes a lot of^paint to keep her look
ing good . . . because she’s all decked
out . . . and, when coming into port,
always heads for the buoys.
Doctor: I will examine you for ten dol
lars.
Doug George: Go ahead. If you find it,
I’ll give you half.
J. D. Henson: Where are we going to
eat ?
Elaine Kithas: Let’s eat up the street.
J. D.: Naw, I hate asphalt.
The little moron’s watch had stopped,
and he tried to find the trouble. Finally,
he took the back off it, went into the
works and found a dead bedbug.
“No wonder it doesn’t work,” he
mused, the engineer’s dead!”
ODE TO A DISSECTED FROG
Oh, little frog, how still you lie;
To think for us you had to die,
And when you lived and hopped around,
They grabbed you quickly without a
sound.
And carried you away from your habitat
To give you to us, and then after that,
You’re dissected completely, and your
many parts
All make a soft spot in our little hearts.
Ruffin Tucker
A rich Texan strode into a Cadillac
showroom and asked the salesman, “My
daughter is sick—have you anything in
the way of a get-well car?”
Visits always give pleasure—if not
the coming, then the going.
Portuguese proverb
He that falls in love with himself will
have no rivals.
Well, this is “anything can happen
day” and it really must be because the
Mickey Moose Club of America has add
ed its youngest member. The new name
added to the roll is none other than Lody
Glenn, Junior — congratulations, Pop!
President Bescherer announces that this
is a bit unusual, but, “I just couldn’t
resist bestowing this great honor upon
the little tyke!” Other new members of
this organization designed for the citi
zens of America tomorrow are Shloymey
the Slophomore, Boots Antrim, Fred
Hitchcock, Dave Plyer, Buck Hoyle,
Louise McGee, and Jam-a-Dittie.
Hey Speedo! Put on your Blue Suede
Shoes and Come To Me at Heartbreak
Hotel ’cause I Was The One who met
you at Smoky Joe’s Cafe.
See ya later, alligator.