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GOLDSBORO HI NEWS
June 2, 1932
I Hmwi
A Monthly Publication by the Journalism Class
Goldsboro, N. C., High School
VOLUME F
INTERNATIONAL
NUMBER 9
EDITORIAL STAFF
Editor-in-Ghief Dorothy Hooks
Assistants Florence Baker, Dorothy Langston
Make-up Editors Edgar Pearson, Sammy Carr, Ralph Casey
News Editor Katherine Liles
Literary Editor Lillian Edgerton
Sports Editors Ralph Casey, Thelma Ginn
Associate Editors:
Feature Isabell Baddour, Robert Piland
Alumni Clarence Wilkins
Clubs Martha Peacock
Music Ruth Smith
Exchange Frances Bass
Scout Column Roy Liles
BUSINESS STAFF
Business Manager Emmett Williams
Circulation Manager Clarence Wilkins
Advertising Manager ..Fred Smith, Jr.
Assistant Nora Lancaster
REPORTERS
Corine Manly, Midred Pelt, Lois McManus
Sammy Carr, Barbara Best
TYPISTS
Lucille Summerlin, Florence Brooks, Lillian Gordon
Mary E. Kelly, Virginia Crow, Sara Lee Best
FACULTY ADVISERS
Miss Gordner Mr. Wilson
CNcwspapcr (( iMemberj
Subscription—45c a Year
Entered as second class matter October 26, 1931, at the Postoffice at
Goldsboro. North Carolina, under the act of March 3, 1879
A TRANSITION
We are now passing from childhood into another walk of life, in
which we will be thrown on our own hook. Our mothers and teachers
will not be there to guide our footsteps. How are we going to face our
problems? Will we face them like a child, or like a real he-man that
has red American blood in his veins, urging him on through thick and
thin? Some people have the idea that when you graduate from High
School you know it all and that your education is handed you on ^ a
piece of paper that is rolled up with a piece of ribbon tied around it.
But these same people in later life will find that they were all wrong.
Instead of knowing it all, they knew practically nothing, compared with
what must be known to be a success in life.
Therefore, in making this change from childhood to woman and man
hood, don’t think you know everything. Take the advice of others.
Watch them and profit by their mistakes. Grasp every opportunity
you may have. Remember, it may knock but once. If this policy is
followed by the out going Seniors, the citizens, preachers, lawyers,
senators, doctors, and teachers of tomorrow, they will soon be on the
road to success.
We heartily congratulate them on their success already attained
throughout High School, and may their future life be one of happiness
and success.
QUITE DIFFERENT
The following is the contribution made by one who was assigned to
write an “editorial saying farewell for the seniors in ar AviVi'-nql way,”
‘‘Somebody Lovp:s You’’
To teachers and textbook; ^ve must say goodbye.
To prosper without you we’ll now have to. try.
We may meet your equals, and yet if we do
They’ll only remind us of days spent with you
We’ve liked you and disliked you, we will admit;
But surely you’ve helped us at least a wee bit.
We do hate to leave you and yet the time is here.
So farewell teachers—^BE good.
DEDICATION
We, of the Journalism Class wish to take this opportunity of express
ing our deep appreciation to all who have helped us with the paper
this year—especially Miss Ida Gordner, our adviser. Only those of us
who are in the class can even realize how much she has done for us and
how she has guided us through. It is to her, readers, that you are in
debted for this Hi JSTews. It is she who has made possible our six page
paper. It is her guiding hand that has helped us publish a newspaper
w|iich we hope wins state prize. Although Miss Gordner has her Senior
English classes, she has spent not only her afternoons helping us but
even her whole Saturdays sometimes. It is to her and the others
who have helped us that we dedicate this last issue.
AUFWIEDERSEHN
We, the seniors, have enjoyed our stay in G. H. S. during which time
we have made many friends among lower classmen. We will miss them
very much next year. Probably the incident that will impress upon us
most the fact that we are “graduating” tonight, will be the beginning of
next year’s term after three month’s vacation. It will be then, perhaps,
that every senior will experience, in some dark corner of his or her heart,
a feeling that he or she also should be reporting on the front steps of this
building—reporting ready to begin a stiff nine-months long task. Maybe
a goodly number of us will be on the way to a college. Time still will
remain for a reminiscence of how, the year before at that same time, we
were standing grouped before G. H. S., some of us reviewing our vacation,
some predicting pleasures of hardships for the coming months.
But we are graduating tonight! We are formally ending our high
school life and “commencing” life in its broader capacities. To each
junior, sophomore, and freshman, we say in leaving: “Goodbye,^ copy
those among us whom you considered ideal in any way, and wish us
success.”
HOW’S YOUR IMAGINATION?
I discovered an extremely inter
esting and amusing diversion the
other day. While rumaging
through a pile of senior essays, I
began trying to imagine the con
tent's, of each essay by its title. I
entertained my own ideas as the con
tents of the following, but what do
you think?
? The Futility of Force.
? Dame Rumor.
? Visiting—Then and JSTow.
? Experiences of a Saleslady.
? Cosmetics.
? I Did!
? My Pet Aversion.
? The Busy Bee,
? The Books I Have Most En
joyed.
? Blood and War.
? ]^ew Dreams for Old.
? Clark Gable.
I misread the titles of two others,
“Sectional Misunderstanding,” I
read as “Sentimental Misunder
standing,” and “The Marvels of an
Ant Hill,” I read as “The Morals
of an Ant Hill.”
Graduating Song
(Tune of “Here We Are”)
Here we are.
Graduating—
To bid you welcome.
Then adieu.
Our thoughts will always linger
with you friends and classmates
We’ll be true—just for you.
Our paths may scatter—
What does it matter.
If our hearts are always near?
Hold dear the memories of our
high school—forget the worries
caused you.
We’re leaving you.
Peggy Pate.
Eleanor Cuthrell.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
CLASS POEM
We’re the “hard-times” class of G. H. S,
But that doesn’t worry us—our “blues” we suppress.
What do we care if we wear our old clothes?
And who wants a banquet? We’d turn up our nose!
Seriously, though, we’ve something to say—
There’s one thing that the “depression” will never take away.
For G. H. S. we have loyalty, admiration, and love.
W^e’ll keep it, we’ll treasure it—all things else above.
G. H, S. has stood up for us through all dismay.
In football defeats, she would seem to say—
“Come on, team; we’ll pull you through—
You did the best, the very best you could do!”
And when we’ve gained victory—^whether large, whether small.
We’ve owed it to her—to G. H. S. we’ve owed it all!
She’s boosted us, cheered for us, from beginning to end;
Seniors of G. H. S. into life will she send.
We appreciate it, and we’ll show it—by our careers, by our fame.
We’ll protect G. H. S.—it’s honor, it’s name.
We’ll keep our fond memories, our dear stories to tell.
With this promise, G. H. S., G. H. S. fare thee well!
FLOREisrcE Baker^ Class Poet.
CLASS “DIRT”
Well, folks, we’ve got the “dirt”
on all these affairs, and we are
generously willing to impak’t the
precious information to you. Here
goes—
• To begin with, there’s Martha and
Arthur, but the trouble is they are
both on one end of a triangle. Who
is breaking up their happiness? Well,
they say it’s Sarah, but you neve;:.|-- Dorothy Langston says her Austin
can tell.
And then there’s Nancy with herj
theme song—“Billie Boy, Billie
What would you do if, when you
had finished only about half of the
work to be done on a copy of the
Goldsboro Hi I^ews, you received a
letter from the publisher saying to
send the copy off on the 10 o’clock
train that night? What would you
do? Well, that’s what we did too.
We went to work that morning.
We worked until lunch time. We
went to lunch. We worked till
supper time. We went to supper.
We worked till bed time. We didn’t
go to bed. What would you do?
So did we.
We typed a big package of typing
paper up, and looked around for
more. There Avas none. There was
a stack of book reports on the desk,
so we used the backs of them—any
thing to save time. The parties con
cerned didn’t appreciate our use of
the results of their labor. When they
started coming, well . What
would you do? So did we.
We missed the dead-line—10
o’clock, but we got the paper out,
and here it is. Wouldn’t you con
gratulate us? So would we.
Boy!” Slightly another case of a
triangle, too, but Helen Edelmann
really doesn’t mind—she has hex
Wyatt.
Dorothy Hooks stays at home
every Saturday in hopes that
“Sonny” Kornegay will be passing
through on his way home from
Carolina.
Sara Lee was once heard to say
that Louis didn’t have anything to
do except to do what she told him to.
Poor Louis—we know she’s begin
ning early!
Maybe you have wondered why
Weil’s seemingly did so much busi-
had to walk! Alone and at night,
too! Dreadful!
Viola and Emmett Stafford
slipped the car one Sunday after
noon and took a little spin down
to Seven Springs. There on the
hotel porch sat Mama and Papa
Ward! Imagine!
* is just big enough for two. N^ow
we wonder if she sits on her side
/Iwhile Fred sits on his? Or is it
that “two’s company; three’s a
crowd” ?
Fred Sweet had several invita
tions to that last leap year dance.
For instance, Julia Derr, and
Louise Moye. He accepted none, of
them. Now is that conceit or what?
You’d better change yo’ ways,
“SAveet,” or ^ Louise won’t think
you’re so sweet.
If you see Jack Piland all bruised
up, you’ll know Jack Fonvielle did
it. Did you see those looks Fon
vielle gave Piland the night of the
Junior Play ? Poor “Mick” ! The
ness over on Walnut Street. Well, j object of such an affair!
Students Have
Voices Tested
Mr. John Alderman of Dunn,
visited Goldsboro High School Tues
day, May 24, for the purpose of
testing the voices of any students
who were interested.
Mr. Alderman stated that several
of them had extraordinarily good
voices. He was formerly the direc
tor of music at Howard University,
Alabama, and will conduct a vocal
class in Goldsboro from now until
September.
Miss Eleanor Hatcher, history
teacher in Dunn, accompanied Mr.
Alderman over here, and spent the
day at the high school.
Sailors believe that it is unlucky
to kill an albatross.
The arbalest is an ancient cross
bow.
Thoth was the scribe of the Egyp
tian gods.
Sonora lives over there, a'ld Marion
well—he runs the truck for Mr.
Weil.
“Jinkv’’ says she feels just like
ii\ sistei Uj iiobert Musgrave. Ain’t
that sweet? These brotherly and
sisterly affairs do get us,
Sara Carr’s favorite gum is
Wrigley’s. The reason is that she’s
“that way” over Jimmie Horton.
Nell Kilpatrick may have a baby
face, but she’s downright sophisti
cated when it comes to knowing her
man. Look out, Alton!
Lucille took George Starr to a
leap year dance. But—George went
after her,' There was something be
hind that action, folks! Love is a
funny thing!
Wylie Parker just got the skids
put under him by Hilda Carraway.
Watch out for that girl, boys!
Wylie evidently didn’t know her
himself, or else .
As for Emmett and Hilda, we’ll
just cut that short, as a whole
column could be printed on the af
fair. On second thought, the his
tory of it would be quite interesting!
Here it is: It all began when Hilda
first noticed his distinguished white
spot—that was last year. _This year
it continued by her inviting him
to a skating party. Then it con
tinued, and continued, and con
tinued, until at the present, well—
draw your own conclusions. You’ve
got good eyesight!
Somehow “K” Liles found out
that her name was to appear in this
column coupled with a boy from
Atlantic Christian College. “Oh,
please!” said “K”; “don’t put that;
it would make Virginia and Wake
Forest and State College mad with
me!” Now Kat, yours is not true
love!
lola and “Skip” declined invita
tions for a ride home until they
found to their dismay that they
Pos” Best has to have a chaper
on every time he goes to see Esther.
Why ? Afraid of his power or hers?
We’ll see.
From the moment Emmet Spicer
heard we were to have a girl from
Honolulu in our midst, his heart
began to^ flutter. It now flutters
every Friday night.
Sammy says he doesn’t have an af
fair. Maybe that means he’s got
as many as two; anyway he left
his hat over at Margaret Weil’s,
and he’s already saying “Papa Les.”
Peggy Pate intends to marry
Irbie Jackson, a young preacher at
Wake Forest, and go into B. Y.
P. U. field work. So don’t worry,
Sarah—she’s only'teasing Arthur-
John Hawley and Wilbom Davis
were taken to the leap year dance by
Hilda and Sarah. The boys turned
around and asked Mary Margaret,
and Bertha to the Junior Play. Now
wouldn’t that slay you?
Could Marian be a gold-digger?
She’s “thataway” about the boy who
“may stutter, but he knows his dol
lars.” Of course not, though, any
one could recognize the bond be
tween them.
We all thought it was gonna be
serious about Nell and Elbert, but
he turns right around and gets
serious‘about Nan Jane Robertson.
Look out. Nan Jane; he’s got a girl
in Anderson, S. C.
Kermit Crow causes Helen
Davis’ heart to go all pitter patter.
What more need be said ?
Durwood had pneumonia, and
Reba had appendicitis, but they
both came out all right. True love
will stand most anything.
Here are explicit directions as to
where to find Helen Thigpen and
Bill Ward during school hours:
Walk down the upstairs hall (going
towards town), turn to the right,
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