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GOLDSBORO H I NEWS
January 21, 1938
Goldsboro HI Hews
Published eight times a year by the Journalism
Students, Goldsboro, N. C., High School
flNTEHNATIONAL?
Volume XI
Number Jf
EDITORIAL STAFF
Editor-in-Chief Helen Moye, *38
Assistant Editors Nancy Pipkin, ’3«; Mary Best, ’39
Managing Editor Harry Hollingsworth, ’38
Assistant Managing Editor Addison Hawley, '39
Make-up Editors Randy Middleton, ’39; R. T. Cozart, ’39;
Gabe Holmes, ’39; Legh Scott, '39; Billy McClure, ’39;
Hugh Dortch, ’39; Edith Jones, ’39.
Feature Editor Bobbie Ann Sanborn, ’38
Library Column Olivia Ferguson, ’39
Sports Editor Ross Ward, ’38
Assistant Sports Editors Charles Liles, ’39; Jack Smith, ’39
Alumni Editor Jean Edgerton, ’38
Exchange Editor Evdyn Colie, ’39
Staff Artists Angeline Casey, ’38; Tilley Horton, ’38
Staff Typist Marjorie Westray, ’38
Adviser Ida Gordnei
BUSINESS STAFF
Business Manager Edward Luke, ’38
Advertising Mgrs Evelyn Dillon, ’39; Grace Hollingsworth, ’39
Circulation Manager Carolyn Langston, ’39
Adviser Burt Johnson
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Entered as second-class matter October 26, 1931, at the postoffice
at Goldsboro, North Carolina, under the act of March 3, 1879
HELP BY KEEPING
YOUR PLEDGE—
Think For Yourself
In a democratic school such as we have, the stu
dents are given a chance to make decisions which
vitally affect them. But if the students fail to use their
judgment in voting on issues that come before them,
this democracy will be the ruin of GHS.
So far students have shown their ability to think
through problems. Now, more than ever, they should
think.
When important issues come up, as a protector of
democracy students should study the problems before
them and vote as they think best.
In the coming elections let your vote be your opin
ion, not what some one else has told you.
In assembly today the point system will be placed
before the association. This point system affects you.
For the good of the school, as well as yourself, when
the time comes to vote, express your opinion.
Turn Your Thoughts Into Money
“Goldsboro High School Student Wins First Place
in Essay Contest.”
Can’t you visualize a headline like this in our local
papers ?
Wouldn’t it thrill you to see your school “in the
news” because someone was interested enough to enter
the contest? Or wouldn’t it be grand if it were you
that had received the honor?
Of course it would thrill you. If only—
“If only what?” you ask.
If only we had enough ambition to enter some of
the various contests which present themselves to us
every day. There are reliable contests in the Scholas
tic, &ho contests sponsored by merchants and business
men of this town and community, and from several
other sources.
When we think about contests, in a general sense,
maybe Ave think of certain contests in which you see
how many dog faces you can find in a picture. After
wards you sell dog food or some other product whose
company has sponsored the contest and then you sit
down to wait for your million dollars.. But you never
get the million. You need not expect anything from
something you don’t really put some work into.
When we refer to contests we mean contests that
challenge your creative ability and you don’t have to
sell dog food.
Possibly you’ll say, “Oh, I wouldn’t have a chance
if I entered, so there really isn’t any sense in my
trying.”
Surely you wouldn’t have a chance if you had an
attitude like that. Nobody ever succeeds if they go
into anything half-heartedly.
We aren’t all geniuses, of course, as Margaret
Widdeman said in her article, “Bo You Want to
Write ?”, published in a recent Scholastic. But, you
don’t know that you aren’t a genius. Writing doesn’t
come easily, even to the best of us and we’ll all have
to strive for perfection. And, of course, striving means
& good deal of practice.
It would be much better if you decided, “Well,
I know I’ll have a chance in the Annual Scholastic
Contest because I’m so interested. I’ll go to see my
English teacher right now.”
And remember that old saying:
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
Travellers
He passed along the street seeking oblivion in the
shadows. His thin body was wrapped in a worn cloak
and his feet were shod in battered sandals, worn to
the ground in places. Under the white hair was a
face marked as though it had encountered much hard
ship, but in the old eyes a light was shining. He had
seen happiness, too. He walked with difficulty, his
only aid the staff of a giant scythe, but he moved as
swiftly as possible.
Just as he left the city a bell tolled, and approach
ing him he saw a small child, clad only in very short
white trousers and fairly beaming with happiness,
hope and ambition. He stopped the child and wished
him luck. The child did not seem to comprehend, but
merely smiled and hurried on. The old man watched
him as he entered the city amid much cheering from
a crowd that had gathered there.
“Hail, 1938! You will do better by us, than the
old year has, won’t you ?”
The child nodded assuringly and was bourne away.
The old man, too, humbly turned and went his
way.
—^Bbttie Gray Best, ’38.
That You May Know
I thought it might be the night that called me,
And so I went.
Perhaps the stars would shed their chilly light
And force a ray thru all of the fog and mist.
But tho’ the radiance of the moon was about the
entire earth,
I lived in darkness.
The night gave no warmth and so I sought the sea,
Where the waves beat high and hard on the sand or
rocky cliffs,
But I felt no solace.
The silence of the deepest wood seemed not to pene
trate
The tumult of my soul.
The sky—the sea—the earth heeded not this cry of
of my heart.
And when these failed to ease the ache within,
I knew that it was only you that could.
—B.A.S.,’38.
But, now . . .
Mischievous, grinning, full of boyish prankings—
Blond curly hair shining in the sun—
Sobbing, “Mommy, why do you give me spankings ?
When I only pranked for fun.”
In only a little while he’s laughing again,
Running, falling and skinning his shin.
But, now—
Where is her darling little boy?
Could it have been the hell of war that shattered her
_ joy?
She wonders what snatched him from her loving arms,
Arms that held him and kept him from harm.
She’ll never know what he went thru’,
Looking into a troubled sky of hazy blue.
Maybe he’s on the muddy ground,
Crawling to safety and trembling at every sound.
Possibly he’s covered with blood and lying
On those foreign shores, slowly dying.
She looks up to God and tries to understand,
Why, He took her boy from her guiding hands.
—Edith Jones, ’39.
Fallen With the Bravest
On the dawning of the great day
When the mighty war whoop sounded,
I wondered how my warrior,
• My straight and sturdy warrior,
Would go out and fight his battle.
All the day until the sundown
Did I see my son returning,
’Mid the praises of the warriors,
Of the very bravest warriors,
For a great deed well enacted.
So with the rising moon they came,
Resplendent in their triumph.
Each warrior with some token.
Some token of his good deeds,
To show and tell of to his comrades.
But High Water was not with them.
He had fallen with the bravest
In the glory of the battle.
With the praises of the warriors.
He had died in mighty battle.
ScOTTIE Dameron, ’38.
Miss Beasley, teacher.
“Did you pledge anything for the
free lunch fund?”
You’ll probably answer, “Sure, I
pledged a dime a week, but I can’t
remember to bring it. It isn’t impor
tant, anyway.”
Oh, isn’t it important ? It may not
be important to you, but try to real
ize how essential and helpful it is to
the students who can’t afford, lunch
money.
Probably the underprivileged stu
dents have to come to school in the
mornings without breakfast. And if
they didn’t derive the benefit of the
free lunch fund they might have to
wait until supper for the only food
they would have all day.
Can you imagine it? Not having
but one meal a day, and that meal
probably unbalanced.
If they come to school without
any food, how would it affect their
school work? They won’t have the
strength to do it as it should be done
because no one can keep going with
out proper food.
But, unless we remember to give
our dime a week, around fifteen of
our students will go hungry and won’t
be able to do their school work prop
erly.
Last year the Grammar School
raised over twelve hundred dollars
for their free lunch fund and surely
we are going to accomplish as mucli
as they did.
CUuimu
Through the Ages
Louise Waters, ’28, is now mar
ried and living in Raleigh. In April
1928 she made the high score in a
typing contest.
It didn’t seem to do much good ;
Louise showed us she preferred mar
riage to a career.
Billy Simmons, ’29, was at one
time the business manager of the
Hi News. Today he has a wife, a
baby, a job, and is still using his
business ability in selling insurance.
Ed Outlaw, ’30, Annapolis grad
uate, now posted at Norfolk, Vir
ginia, was on the team in High
School that won the Aycock Cup
Debate.
Ed McDowell, ’31, intended to
start a college and be the president,
but he stopped by the side of the road
to take a job with the Branch Bank
because he needed a little capital.
Are you at a loss as to what book
to read next ? If so, try some of these
reviewed by students. Those indicated
by the asterisk are in the school li
brary.
The Exile, by Pearl Buck, is a
gripping biography of an American
woman in a strange land. The hard
ships, trials and joys of. this woman,
who is the author’s mother, make up
a book worth anyone’s time to read,
—Lessie Pratte Mallard, ’41.
* I do not believe many have read
the book. The Romance of Bollard
by Catherwood, but I feel there is
not a better book of that type. It has
romantic love affairs, adventurous
happenings and many times keeps
you in suspense as to what will take
place next.—Frances O’Steen, ’39.
Private Duty, by Faith Baldwin,
is a most amusing novel of the pres
ent time, dealing with the common
experiences and romances of three
young nurses who share an apart
ment in a big city.—Berta Parks,
’39.
* Janice Meredith, by P. L. Ford,
is a novel dealing with the Revolu
tion, telling of many great battles
and historical -events. The historic
background of the book is delight
fully relieved by the story of Janice,
a shy minx of a girl, who is the
toast of both the British and Ameri
can forces.—Frances Yelverton ’39.
The Iron Woman, by Margaret
Deland, is a story of significance
which deals with a widow, who tries
by various means to bring her only
son uj) to be a man, giving him ev
erything he wants or needs. Still he
seems to be afraid of life, so finally
she allows him to work for all he
gets. This gains the desired results
of making him a man,—“Cassie”
Langston, ’39.
* Jo Ann, Tomhoy, by Ellis Park
er, reveals the adventures of a girl,
who is determined to get revenge
on the boy next door. Her fighting
spirit is shown all through this in
teresting book, which contains ac
counts of many mischievous doings.
—Sarah Thompson, ’39.
It seems that Susan Rawlings, ’32,
was supposed to have been a model
in an exclusive dress shop. She is a
model—wife!
John Dortch Lewis, ’33, is taking
a two months’ insurance course in
Richmond. He will start work in
Goldsboro soon.
CliDpings
How’s this for unusual? The stu
dents of Benjamin Bois High School
of Evansville, Indiana, held a rab
bit hunt. To be eligible those inter
ested had to kill one rabbit from Sat
urday night until Tuesday.
“Hobo” Bynum, ’34, made his
debut in GHS as a star singer. Now
he uses his “peeking” in Borden
Brick and Tile office.
Dan Aycock, ’35, went to a busi
ness school in Richmond, Virginia.
Now he is working with an insur
ance company. Dan was the chief
marshal when in high school. He
also won the Weil Scholarship
Award.
“A smile is the same in all lan
guages.” That’s what they said about
Claro Brown, ’36, when she went to
GHS. At last her sweet smile has
captured her heart’s desire —her
husband!
Everyone that goes to GHS loves
it so much. “Babe” Baddour, ’37,
is one of the many that loved it so
much she just had to come back
this year.
The instructor of mechanical
drawing at Peoria High School in
Illinois, Joseph Yuhaese, has con
structed a new type of T-square
which simplifies ruling by doing
away with having to hold the square
in place. He intends to have it pat
ented.
Ziegfeld doesn’t have a chance
when competing with the Peoria,
Illinois football squads’, “The Foot
ball Follies of 1938,” which will soon
be presented.
Speaking of a representative school,
William Penn Chapter, the National
Honor Society recently formally in
stalled 32 new members.
“Girls’ faults are many
Boys have only two.
Everything they say,
And everything they do.”
Piedmont Highlander,
California.