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High Life
November 30, 1956
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 school.
GHS-Modern Battleground
Of Ole A merican Ideal
Competition
Whirlie booster posters, student direc
tories, blue and white trash barrels, iden
tification cards, and pocket schedules are
but a few of the products of the friendly
rivalry existing between GHS’s three ser
vice clubs.
The Junior Civitan, Key Club, and Los
Condes have gone all out in doing services
for the school, each striving to outshine
the^ other in school spirit tonics.
It has been said that for years, with
there being only one service club at Senior,
this school was dominated by the elite
“cocks of the walk.” Recently though, the
supremacy of the original group has been
challenged,, and the three clubs have been
engaged in the game of “king on the moun
tain.
At the beginning of the year, students
were presented with identification cards.
Immediately thereafter an abundance of
team support posters flooded the hallways
covering nearly every inch of available
space. Following close on the heels of these
projects came a new idea, pocket schedules
for future school activities. Before the
presses grew cold from printing dates, the
mechanisms were started again, this time
for telephone numbers. Climaxing the rush
of gifts to the school, patriotically painted
blue and white trash barrels were placed
on camitus.
What is to come next? As the clubs vie
with each other for the lead in serving
GHS, the rest of the student body stands
back, wide-eyed, yet geared for any sur
prises. Surely by now funds and enthusi
asm are beginning to depreciate, yet still
the sparks of keen competition come to
light day by day.
Senior High is indeed fortunate to have
three such groups so vitally interested in
promoting school spirit and in making the
students more aware of their opportunities.
If two heads are better than one, then cer
tainly the combined forces of three clubs
can do more for the school than one. Com
petition is the backbone of the American
way of life and school is the best place in
which to learn to strive for betterment and
advancement. As long as the atmosphere is
one of friendly rivalry then surely GHS
HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly by the Stiidente of
Oreensbofo Senior Hiph School
Greensboro. N. C.
Fonodeil bv ttie Class
of 1921
Revived by the Spring
Journalism Class
of 1937
Entered as second-class matter March 30,
1940, at the post otece at Greensboro, N. C.,
under the Act of March 3, ISTO.
Editor-irirChief
Assistant Editors
Managing Editor .
Feature Editor
Elwood Hartman
Bonnie Adelstein
Judy Shallant
. Frances McCormick
Betty Rose
Business Manager —
Advertising Manager.
Copy Editor
Boys’ Sports Editor ^
Sports’ Staff —
Girls’ Sports Editor .
Exchange Editor
Circulation Editor ~.
Photographers
. Mary Lou Hutton
- Mary Jane Higgins
Linda Harrison
_ Add Penfield, Jr.
Cooper Null
Max Snodderly
Jane Parkins
Gay Garrison
Patty Slade
Cartoonist
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f' f' GHS
SCRIPT
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TEASE
Claiborne Cordle
Bob Hale
Charles Mills
June Rubin
Charles Richman
Proofreaders Sari Lynn Winfree
Judie Bittinger, Liz Hodges. Sue Hoffman
Angie Davis, Rinda King
Adviser Miss Peggy Ann Joyner
Financial Adviser Mr. A. P. Routh
Volume XXXIII November 30, 1956 No. 6
This was it. He couldn't hold out
much longer. The enemy was all around
him. He could smell the smoke from
their cannons, hear the ear-splitting
crashes as the shells hit their mark.
Far in the distance he could see an
enemy column advancing toward his
position. Soon they would be within
shooting distance. If he had to go, he
was going to take some of them with
him. He nervously fingered the trigger
of his submachine gun. He lay at the
edge of the abandoned farmhouse, ex
pecting any moment to be spotted. He
heard the rythmic hup-two, hup-two
as the enemy came nearer and nearer.
Suddenly he saw a patrol about eight
hundred yards ahead of the column.
They were coming his way. Closer and
closer they came. Apparently they
hadn’t seen him yet. He raised the
sights of his gun. About ten more yards
and ....
“Johnny, Johnny, come into the
house, dear. It’s time for supper.”
School Bus Drivers Lead
Rugged Life; Deserve
‘Pat On Back’
School bus drivers often lead a rug
ged life. They’re the first ones up in
the morning and last ones home in the
afternoons.
Each day they put up with scream
ing children, elementary, junior and
senior high included. They must brave
traffic at the busiest times of the day.
For all this those boys who make up
GHS’s Wheel Club get little recogni
tion.
We all agree that a pat on the back
never hurt anyone.
Evidently Mrs. C. Henry Sikes, local
civic leader, agrees as evidenced by the
foUowing letter Mr. Bouth recently re-
ceived.
November 8, 1956
Dear Mr. Routh:
I want to tell you about one of your
students and how much I appreciated
his thoughtfulness. One of the school
bus drivers was coming up Friendly
Road Monday about 3 p. tn. Charles
was across the street trying to cross
over to our house, and the cars were
coming and going thick and fast I was
making a big effort to get him across
the street. The student driver of the
bus saw my dilemma, stopped his bus,
put out the sign, and the cars stopped
both ways so the child could get across
the street.
Just wanted you to know how fine
I thought that was and compliment
the school bus driver. I am sorry I
didn’t even get his bus number.
I have such faith in teen-agers that
I wanted you to know that they have
proved again how really worthwhile
they are.
Sincerely,
Mrs. C. Henry Sikes
(Incidently that driver was
Paul Spoon, junior.)
Slowly he picked himself up and
trudged back to reality.
JOE BOWLES
IVIT LAND
My land, America. My country. With
room to grow, to build. With every child
born equal and every man bom free.
A new idea of liberty grown strong
through many years. A shared respon
sibility to spread throughout the world
the glory of our freedom, the wonder
of our life.
An American. Walking proudly among
other peoples of the earth. With con
fidence, security, and the wish for
eternal peace. A man strong in God
A new breed. Unconquerable. Kind.
My people, Americans. My land,
America. My Country.
DIANA EVANS
PARA’
PHRASIN’
Service clubs that need a project
ought to consider lightening the loads
of some of the departments. Posters
for College and Careers Day as well
as name tags and such have been put
off for the art classes to do, while, in
tinith, they could have been excellent
material for a service project. It’s just
a passing thought. Does anyone care
to follow it through?
Long ago church and state were
separated, and ever since public edu
cation has been kept open to all faiths.
In recent times, though, devotionals
have been directed only towards cer
tain groups. Spiritual guidance and re
ligion should not be ignored in high
school; indeed, they are necessary;
however, devotionals and prayers should
be keyed to reach Protestants, Catho
lics, and Jews, not just the sect in the
majority.
Generations come and go. Classes,
come and go, but the Class of 1958
(the Junior Class to you non-mathe
maticians) certainly proved their worth
in the production of the Thanksgiving
Pageant. It was an inspiring program,
well-planned, and well-executed.
Add 30 years to your present age
and high school days will become only
recollections of past life, long gone,
never to return. All the things which
are taken for granted or are considered
as commonplace in your school activi
ties of today will later be remembered
as cherished experiences. Make the
most of all opportunities; live these
years to the fullest; one day you’ll
look back and say, “those were the
days.”
Hokus, pokus. what does the crystal
bail hold for the future? Look deeply,
and you will see, report cards and holi
days for you and me. One certainly
doesn’t need black magic or witchcraft
to know this.
BY JUDIE BITTINGER
Long, out this season even the most
baddest of the Seniorites turns into
little angels (with- slightly bent halos
I might add). Need I mention what
the reason is?
You know, I think one of the nicest
things about money is that its color
never clashes with what you’re wearing!
Ricky Hitchcock: But this the same
test we had last six weeks!
Miss Huske: That’s all right, I’ve
changed all the answers.
A dumb girl is a dope; a dope is a
drug; doctors give drugs to relieve pain;
therefore, a dumb girl is just what the
doctor ordered. ♦
(You know, this column is a lot like
a silo—mostly corn.)
Diane Pfaff: Sometimes my father
takes thing apart to see why they
don’t go.
Butch Jones: So what?
Diane: So you’d better go.
There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled and rode out on a tiger.
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside
And the smile on the face of the tiger.
Connie Daniels: How about buying me
a soda? .
Dave Winfree: My dear, extenuating
circumstances force me to prelude
you from such an extravagance
Connie: I don’t get it.
Dave: That’s what I said!
Coach Glenn (complaining to Coach
Jamieson eicross the lunch table): What
a day! Baby got his first tooth, took
his first step, feU> and then said his
first w»rd!
SOB STORY:
I always knew that she
Wasn’t the only fish in the sea.
And now it occurs too late
That I’m not the only bait.
You Can’t Win Department—
It was a dark and foggy night. The
man in his automobile had no lights.
Coming to a cross road, he didn’t know
which way to turn. After much search,
he found a match and climbed to the
top of a street sign post. He then lit
his one match with utmost precaution,
and in the ensuing glimmer read, “Wet
Paint.”
That’s all for now—remember always.
He who laughs, lasts.
COUNCIL
CORNER
BY BILL O’BRIEN
The Student Coimcil for the past
several weeks has put much time and
work into the Careers Day in which you
took part yesterday. We on the Student
Council have tried to do our part in
giving you an opportunity for taking
a close look into career areas in which
you have indicated an interest.
Now we want you to do a job for
us. Every task that involves as much
time, planning, and organization as
does a project like Careers Day needs
some objective evaluation. You, the
student body, are the ones best quali
fied to make this evaluation. Thus we
should like for you to let ns know what
values the day ''had in your opinion
and what suggestions you have for im
provement.
Next Tuesday we’ll see our basketball
team begin its season with a game here
against Raleigh. We congratulate our
football teams for a wonderful season,
and we now want to give our hundred
per cent to the basketball team.