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Page Two High Lb?e April 13, 1956 “Now When I Was a Boy ” We must be a despicable bunch of juve niles. To hear some adults decry our myri ad ills and shortcomings, there would seem to be no room for doubt that we are steadily ^‘going to the dogs.” Oh, for those “good old days” of the earlier 1900’s when there were no holy terrors; when, according to our parents, girls and boys were proper, drag racing was an undiscovered art, and the general atmosphere was one of restraint and culture. In order to appreciate better the phrase “Now when I was a boy ,” let’s take a brief look at some of the re straint and culture of bygone times in hopes of recapturing the parental ideal. Yes, those must have been the days. At the turn of the century things were fairly stable. The advent of the horseless carriage had created an understandable amount of excitement, and daredevils who were willing to risk their “silly necks” at 25 miles per hour were the object of much heated debate. Still, the times were satis factory in the estimation of our grand parents. Children just knew how to behave. History did not record the appearance of the first racoon coat as it does most significant .events on the surface of the globe. This was, however, the beginning of a change in that legendary period of perfection when “Dad” was a boy. The “flappers” had arrived, along with the “cake-eaters” arid prohibition. But a word more about these terms. In 1920, Congress passed the XVIII Amendment, which made the “manufacture and sale of liquors con taining more than one half of one per cent of alcohol illegal.” WeU, that’s when things started popping. Stealthily ap proaching a darkened doorway, a couple would mutter an appropriate password and be admitted to a “speak easy.” Here the illegal beverage flowed freely. Some party, huh? That wasn’t half of it though. Boot leggers in their roadsters were able to elude the “infernal revenoors” easily enough. There was a time there in the early twenties when there just wasn’t any other business for a conscientious young man to enter. All of this had a profound effect on the social life of the younger set. Racoon coats were accompanied by the shortest skirts on record. Goldfish just did not have a on record. Gold fish just did not have a better SOWOL 7 BRIEFS How long will it be before the volatile voters of GHS decide once again that they really don’t want the newly elected officers in office after all? Despite the enthusiasm displayed for the candidates during the campaign period, some mem bers of the student body soon will be equally enthusiastic in their con demnation of those they have helped to elect. It is just a matter of time. Best of luck to the members of the orchestra on their trip to St. Louis. Their concert last week re flected the work involved in pre paring for their Dixie invasion of Yankeeland. The group has reached a degree of perfection which will be difficult for future groups to match. NOGOWITHOlf HALL TALES BY JUDY SH4LLANT Ah, spring is here, and a young man’s fancy lightly turns to what the girl has been thinking about all winter. But remember and take warning, all you lads and lassies —when a long, tall Sally comes slinking by, jump back in the al ley, cause puppy love may be the beginning of a dog’s life. Shelby Jean Keaton: Do you know, I wouldnt trust Fred too far. Deanna Paschal: I wouldnt trust him to near. Lewis Warren: Is it time that all you seniors think ofis wine, women, and song? John Mobley: Aw, we dont sing so much. Hug: A roundabout way of ex pressing affection. Swell head: Natures frantic effort to fill a vacuum. Conscience: The voice that tells you hot to do something after you have done it. Average man: One who thinks he isn’t. What is the most significant con notation of the Citizenship Award? Do^n’t this award imply that the recipient is the type of person worthy of the reco^ition day in and day out. If an individual is not' the type who is consistently associ ated with making the “right thing popular,” he should not receive the award in the first place. Why, then, is it necessary to make the awards to the same people so frequently? Our coordinator of student-faculty relations, the Student Council, should bring this shortcoming to the attention of the faculty group which elects the “good citizens.” It is surprising that an adult group of this type has developed 'the habit of endorsing the same names for the honor. A little soph asked us the other day if a fellow who is crazy about electricity can be called an elec tric fan. Social worker: And what is your name, my good man? Convict: 999 Social worker: Oh, but that’s not your real name. Convict: Naw, that’s only me pen name. The literary genius of our student body is budding again. Homespun, the annual compilation of creative work from GHS English classes, is approaching its printing deadline. It is a unique publication among North Carolina high schools. If you are interested in seeing what an “A” theme looks like, be sure to buy a copy. chance—most were swallowed whole; flag poles seldom displayed flags—only overly enthusiastic college boys out to impress their several dates. Restraint???? Then came a bunch of philanthropists known as A1 Capone, Babyface Muldon, and the Dillinger gang. They were extremely successful at running everybody else’s business. They generously provided em ployment for grave diggers, too. Culture?? The whole situation was culminated by one of the best depressions on record. The charge accounts finally backfired. Not too much can be said about the next few years except that the rate of lynchirigs in the United States (the South in particular) had reached a phenomenal peak of 15.4 per year by 1930. The “good old days” were good in many respects. They also had their liabilities. What Has High School Career Meant To You? To Senior It Is Representative of All America My high school is an exact rep lica of the America in which we live. Here, I see every phase of the American way of life being enacted at my fingertips. 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 1937 Entered as second-class matter March 30, 1940, at the post office at Greensboro, N. C., ■under the Act of March 3, 1879. EdAtor-in-Chief . Jim Martin Assistant Editors l Donna Oliver Diane Schwartz MarMging Editor Dick Robinson Bttsiness Manager Mary Lou Hutton Advertising Manager Ginger Bass 2opy Editor Mary Wheeler Feature Editor Betty Adams Boys' Sports Editors Jerry ^'arher Add Penfield, Jr. Proofreaders - Paula Tuttle Linda Harrison, Sue Spence and Lou Spence Reporters Judy Shallant Jane Parkins, Bonnie Adelstein Frances McCormick, and Elwood Hartrtian Adtnser Miss Peggy Ann Joyner Financial Adtnser Mr. A. P. Routh I see democracy, for right here we have a student government of which I am a part. That govern ment makes laws and passes bills at the request of the students. It is a representative body, elected by the students and for the students, just as our American Constitution says, “There shall be a govern ment. . . of the people, by the people, for the people.” I see happiness on the faces of the boys and girls in every hall and classroom. Some have made good grades. Perhaps the boy has smiled at the girl in study hall. Others are happy because the new amendment to the school constitution has been passed, or because the big band has consented to play for the Junior- Senior Prom. Here is my America again. 'The smiling faces may not have been caused by the rise in the stockmarket, the natural gas bill vetoed by President Eisenhower, or the new addition to the house hold; but they all mean the same thing—love of life, our American way of life! Yes, I can also see sadness. My heart cries out when I see the lives of some of my fellow students be ing twisted by some irresponsible person. But not only are the big things sad; the small are also — those little personal things that disappoint us every day. Maybe the boy didn’t call the girl, or the queen of the May Day failed to speak, or the test paper was handed back with a big fat F on it. But I see these things in my big world also. The same disappointments are oc curring to you, too. Someone you loved very much passed away. All your savings were lost in invest ments, or the big boss didn’t come through with the big promotion you were in line for. Yes, some of you were too weak to say no to the black market dealer, who sold you the rambling house in the most desirable part of town; but you had to say yes to the government inves tigators. Maybe I have learned too much in high school about sadness, but then that is part of this world I am going to help run one of these days. There will always be the tear in the eye of the welfare child as she looks at the net evening dress in the department store window, and there wiU be the forlorn face of the bereaved, and the desperate face of the killer as he takes the oath in the courtroom. I also see injustice. I see the guilt less punished and the guilty set free. I look up the aisle and see a craning neck, and I know that someone is making an unfair grade. I look across the same aisle, and I notice little beads of sweat pop ping out on the forehead of a con scientious student. However, this is in your world, too. For in the public courtroom, the man with four of fences is sometimes set free, while the man with one is receiving a road sentence. High school has, you see, taught me that there are some wrong things in America, also. Yes, I have seen the good and the bad, but I have not yet men tioned the greatest of my observa tions. That could be only one thing —rii the pubUc high school lies the greatest hope for tomorrow that the world has ever seen. I know that because, as I look around me, I see that only a few are in that hoodlum gang I mentioned; only a few wear that sad expression; only a few must cheat for an A; and only a few are unjustly accused. Instead, I see glory in the faces of the majori ty; I see the honor and pride that come to the whole student body when the swimming team or the wrestling team wins a meet or a match. I see the handshakes for the scholarship winner. And then at the climax, on graduation night, my heart swells with pride to learn that only 20 out of my class of 550 boys and girls will not be able to walk up and take the beloved parch ment. Yes, I am proud to be part of this glory—this hope for tomor row. I know there is hope because the majority of the people are for the good, and the majority always wins. The majority has won in my ‘high school, and the majority will win in my next world—a bigger and better America! Yes, this is what high school has taught me about the American way of life. It has given me preparation to meet the masses on two strong feet and with a strong mind. It is my deepest feeling that nothing else in the whole world could have accomplished what my little replica of America has—my pubUc high school. By Shirley Smith
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