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High Life
December 14,1956
Father God,
We come to Thee with glad and singing
hearts—hearts full of wonder that while
we were yet sinners you sent your Beloved
Son to us. Hardly to a righteous man would
such a gift be given. Even less likely to
just a good man. But to a known sinner—
Our Father, our praises cannot begin to re
veal the joy we feel at this revelation of
your love, the birth of Jesus Christ.
Each Christmas season as we celebrate
the birthday of our Lord, we draw closer
to Thee, and the mantle of Thy love en
folds us and warms our hearts toward all.
We pray we may ever dwell in Thy love,
for then the spell of Christmas will dwell
in us all the year.
Let your cleansing love shine into the
dark and dusty comers of our souls. Let it
shine in us, through us, about us. As we
kneel now at the manger-bed in adoration,
with a humble spirit we pray that we too,
may be a blessing.
In His Name.
Amen.
HIGH LIFE
Published SsmFMoBthly by the Students of
Greensburo Senior High School
Greensboro* N. C.
Founded by tiio Class
of 1921
Revived by the Siu'lng
Jonmalism Class
of 1987
Entered as second-class matter Uarch
IMO, at the post ottoe at Oreensboro, N. C^
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Christmas-—Christ Childs Birthday
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Volume XXXIII November 30, 1956 No. 6
Granny and her little darling sat rock
ing before an open fireplace. It was a
quiet Christmas Eve; the only sound that
filled the air was a low whining of the
wind as it sithered through the leafless
trees.
Suddenly the silence was broken . . .
Hong, bong, bong . . . the old grandfather
clock proclaimed it to be eight o’clock.
Instantly wide awake, the cuddly five-
year-old sought to delay her bedtime by
saying sweetly, “Granny, tell me again.
What does Christmas really mean? I
like that story.” Those big blue eyes were
hard to resist, so Granny began by say
ing . . .
“Long, long ago, in a town known as
Bethlehem, a little baby boy came to
earth. He wasn’t bom in a spic-and-span
hospital like you and Danny, instead,
his cradle sto^ in a musty old stable
with the horses and cows. This little boy
was God’s Saving Son sent to earth be
cause God loved us all so much. His name
COUNCIL
CORNER
BY BELL O’BRIEN
I would like to take this opportunity
to thank you for the generous offering
you gave for ^ Thanksgiving Day din
ner for the imaids and janitors. A total
of $144.00 was collected and a council
committee along with Mr. Routh pur
chased the food. It was presented during
the last period November 21.
It has been a tradition here at Senior
to have a dance after exams between
the first and second semesters. The coun
cil, wishing to carry this on, is now mak
ing preliminary plans for the Mid-Win
ters Dance which is to be in the girls'
gym January 23.
We should like to salute our baske^
ball team for the season that lies ahead.
May each member of the student body
give his rupport and reveal the good
sportsmanship that is generally charac
teristic of Senior High and its athletic
teams.
Our thanks go to Mr. Johnson who
made available in the school store book
covers bearing the Senior High honor
code.
The new year will be here before the
Council Comer appears again, so your
council would like to extend sincere
good wishes to each of you for a Happy
Christmas Season and a Glad New Year.
was Jesus, the same Jesus you leam
about in Sunday School. Ever since that
day, over 2000 years ago, we have cele-.
brated Christmas as the birthday of that
little child.”
Hall
Tales
BY JtlDlE BTETINGER
’Twas the week before Christmas,
and all through the school*
Not a student was studying or
obeying a rule.
Merry Christmas to all, the stu
dents would shout,
Now there’s only five more
months
till school sets out!
(I apologize to the creative
writing class for such an endeav
or at creation, but honestly, Miss
Mims, only half of it is mine.)
Here’s a new idea for home
room bulletin boards—^mistletoe
around the edges may give a hol
iday feeling, but I know a few
who would prefer it on the ceil
ing.
(Please, no violence, huh?)
WHAT SANTA WILL I^VE . .
Mrs. 'Jean Newman—a juke box
for her living room.
Mr. Lody Glenn—one gross of
diapers.
Miss Lucile Brown—an M.R.S.
degree.
Mr. Milton Sharer—a book en
titled “50 Wavs to Blow Up A,
School.”
The Basketball Team—AAA Con
ference Championship
Ronnie Price: Gosh, you look like
a million dollars!
Marie Blakely: Aw, you’ve prob
ably never seen a million dol
lars . . .
Ronnie Price: Yeah, that’s what
I mean—^you look like some
thing I’ve never seen before.
If love is blind,
And lovers can’t see.
Then why in the heck
Don’t scmieone love me?
“But Granny,” said the little tot
squirming somewhat, “I thought that
Christmas was Santa Claus’ birthday
too.”
“Gracious no, honey! Santa is a defi
nite part of Christmas, but it certainly
isn’t his birthday. He merely serves as
a way for man to give to those whom he
loves most, his children; just as God
gave his Son for us . . . his children also.
“Just like Santa Claus each decoration,
that you and Mommie put up this after
noon has some meaning. The candles say
that Christ is the light of the world;
the Christmas tree carries the message
that He who was bom in a manger will
return someday; and the star atop the
tree recalls the guiding star of old . . .
always there, larger and brighter than
the rest. See honey, all these things have
a meaning.”
“You forgot to tell me about what
Daddy said is the most important decor-
ration in the room. You know, the little
house with the baby in the crib and all
the shepherds and angels, and wise men,”
said the little girl. “Please get the big
black book. Granny, and read to me
again,” she pleaded.
So Granny took out her Bible and be
gan reading the age old story . . . ^ne
that becomes more beautiful and mean
ingful each tiipe it is read.
“And there were in the same
country shepherds abiding in the
field, keeping watch over their
flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord
came upon them, and the glory
of the Lord shone round about
them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them.
Pear not: for, behold. I bring
you good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people.
For unto you is bom this day,
in the city of David, a Savior,
which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto
you: Ye shall find the babe
wrapped in swaddling clothes,
lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with
Gie angel a multitude of the
heavenly host, praising God, and
saying.
Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace, good will
toward men.
Just as Granny finished reading, the
carolers came into sight. She hurriedly
woke her now sleeping granddaughter
and together the two listened as strains
of familiar carols filled the air. Finally
Granny kissed an excited little girls
goodnight and tucked her in as notes of
“Silent Night, Holy Night” faded into
the distance.