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high life
September g5, /g^y
Higk Life
Publislied Bi-Weekly by tbe Students of
'FlfE GRELNSIiORO HlGK SCTIOOL
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
EXECUTIVE STAFF
Ediior-in-Chief _ I>ois Dorsett
Associate Editors
Fli7,abetb Stone Alfred Dixon
Charlotte Van Noppen Helen Felder
Assistant Editors
Virginia McClamroch ^drginia Jackson
Martha Broadhurst Elizabeth Newell
Helen Felder
Reporters
J. D. McNairy Clarence Stone
Claude Mclver Helen Forbis
Georgia Stewart Moyer Sink
P. B. Whittington
MANAGEMENT
Business Mandger Byron Suarre
Assistants
Paul Scurlock, Advertising
Martha Broadhurst, Circulation
Secretaries
Walter Smalley Virginia Bain
Bernice Henley
FACULTY ADVISORS
Miss Coleman
Miss Kelly
Miss Gillis
Miss Wheeler
Mr. Wunsch
LEE H. EDWARDS
Our New Principal
We welcome Mr. Edwards. We
did not select liim to be our princi
pal; in fact, Mr. Guy Phillips’ leav
ing just as we were getting comfort
able in our love and affection for
him so mussed up our thinker tliat
we were really not capable of se
lecting a second lover to take tbe
place of our first love.
We know how it all happened.
The folks in Salisburv had to have
a superintendent. They wanted a
good one; but if they will love Mr.
Phillips as we loved him and really,
truly “mind him,” we expect to see
Salisbury schools grow.
Mr. Archer, who seems to spend
all of his days and all of his nights
doing his level best to keep us sup
plied with the finest, sincerest, most
truly qualified, and most up-to-date
teachers, saw our confusion and
need.
The folks in Greensboro had to
have a high school principal. They
wanted a good one. The outstand
ing efficiency and successful past ex
perience of Mr. Edwards stood out
and simply reminded Mr. Archer
that he was the one man in North
Carolina for the principalship.
Near our State Capital is a little
village christened Holly Springs. It
was in this quiet little vale in the
heart of North Carolina that Lee
H. Edwards was born on the twen
ty-fourth day of January, 1894. His
boyhood days, made happy and con
tented by being filled with work and
high ideals, were spent in the free
dom of the country until 1912 when
he graduated “cum laude” from the
village high school.
Then four years of efficient stu
dent life were spent at the Univer
sity of North Carolina from which
institution lie graduated in 1916.
Back on the old records at the Uni
versity we trace the story of Ids stu
dent days and find that even there
in spite of the daily routine and
grind of work and business, he al
ways found time to touch humanity
with that understanding sympathy
and uplifting power that has made
him the liero and ideal of so many
boys in this state. In the Y. M. C.
A. and as an assistant instructor in
the Science Department during his
Senior year, he gained valuable ex
perience for tlie great days aliead of
him.
During the intervening years be
tween his graduation days and the
time he came to our Gate City five
years ago, he was a member of the
Science Department of VFinston Sa
lem High School and there he gained
mucli valuable experience as teacher.
When America took over the task of
ending the World War, Mr. Ed-
wards joined the navy.
In 1919 Mr. Edwards joined the
Science Department of Greensboro
High School and spent two very suc
cessful years as Science teacher and
friend to the high school boys and
girls; then he was lionored with the
principalship of the Caldwell
Scliool. His efficiency and success in
this position proved him to be the
one man in North Carolina best
fitted to lead the older boys and girls
of our Central High School up the
pathway of knowledge, culture and
Cliristian citizenship.
Perliaps the most outstanding
cliaracteristic of tliis well-rounded
man is his keen understanding of
youtli and his deep and lasting in
fluence on the citizenship of the boys
and girls who pass under his admin
istration. He has shown them his
ideal of a good citizen by example,
and he expects everybody to live up
to the standard he has set. It is true
that friendliness and sincere love for
every boy aniT girl is the one at
tribute of character that has made
him beloved among the youth of
Greensboro; but tliese traits do not
conflict in the least with his stern
disapproval of anything that is not
fair, honest and straight forward.
He never hesitates to express liis
disapproval of anything that is not
wholesome and good. This stern
ness of purpose mixed with that
truly compassionate spirit of friend
liness and of love of human souls has
made him a great master-builder of
citizens. Always he finds time to
help his pupils as well as his teach
ers with any problem however large
or small. This mutual confidence,
loyalty and helpfulness has always
brought sincere, sympathetic, and
mutual co-operation tlirougliout his
humanity workshop.
GUY B. PHILLIPS
An Old Friend
Some time in July we all read in
the Daily News of the election of
Air. Phillips to the superintendent’s
position in Salisbury. We knew
that we had lost a fine leader, but
we did not feel this loss so keenly
until the first day of school. Every
body was searching out familiar
faces. Among the absent ones none
was missed quite so deeply as that
of our beloved principal of last
year.
Eor three successful years Mr.
Guy B. Phillips lead the boys and
girls of Greensboro High School
along the pathway of knowledge,
culture, and idealism. Into hun
dreds of the youths of Greensboro he
instilled never-to-be-forgotten prin
ciples of true manhood and woman
hood, and his influence will continue
to write the civil pages of the histo
ry of our city.
WELCOME TO TEACHERS
Greensboro Higli School extends
its new teachers a hearty welcome,
and hopes that they will soon feel
that they are one “of us, by us, and
for us.”
To our English department, we
welcome Alisses Glenn, Wheeler,
and Tillett. Miss Glenn comes to
us from the English department of
the Valdosta, Georgia, schools. Miss
Wiieeler is pleasantly remembered
as one of our summer-school teach
ers, having taught English, History,
and Spanish. Miss Tillett is a na
tive of Charlotte, but comes to us
from the Raleigli city schools. We
haven’t a twentieth of Alay celebra
tion, but offer her the Guilford Bat
tle Ground, instead.
We’re glad to have Miss Alay
Bush, a real Greensboro product,
and a graduate of G. H. S. She is
an alumna of Hollins College, of the
class of ’23. Last year, Aliss Bush
assisted in the New York City Li
brary, at the same time, taking a
course at Columbia University. Miss
Smith, the assistant librarian, is also
making her home in Greensboro.
Aliss Kelly, formerly of Wiscon
sin, is a faculty advisor of High
Life, and will give a course in jour
nalism as well as teach Spanish.
Mr. Wunsch is from Louisiana
and the University of North ^ro
lina, and taught in the Junior Higl
School for five months last year. Hi
is also on the High Life staff as
advisor.
Miss Lilly Walker is a Greensbori
citizen by absorption and adoption
She has taught Mathematics in our
city schools for several years, and ir
an alumna of Queen’s College, R. M
W, C. Peabody, Columbia Univer
sity and N. C. C. W. She s Alin
nie’s sister”.
We welcome Mrs. Phillips, Aliss
Blackman, and Air. Aycock to our
History department. Mrs. Phillip;
is our only bride. She was consid
ered the most popular girl at N. C
C. W. in the class of 1920. We fee
that Aliss Blackman is one of us, as
she has been in Greensboro for two
years and has entered heartily into
the civic and religious life of the
city. She is a graduate of Winthrop
College. Air. Aycock is an alumnus
of U. N. C. of the class of ’24.
Miss Causey has been added to
our Erencli department. She is
graduate of N. C. C. W.
Aliss Greene, of the commercia
department, comes to us after sev
eral years of experience in office
work. She was a college mate at N
C. C. W. with several other members
of the faculty.
Our new Physics teacher is Air
Comer, from North Wilkesboro, N
C. During his last year at the Uni
versity of North Carolina, he was
student assistant in the Physics de
partment.
We hope that these teachers feel
that they have already fallen into
the hands of friends, and that their
work in this school will be pleasant
a
WELCOME AND
CHALLENGE
Happy New Year old G. H. S.!
Profitable and prosperous New Year
to you one and all! Such is the sin
cere greeting from the Senior Class !
Whatever the civil calendar may
say, our school calendar proclaims
a new year beginning September 8,
1924!
Each of us shall write something
on the daily pages of that year. We
shall translate our plans, intentions,
wishes, and ambitions in the book
that is opening right now. It is a
book of Life and Remembrance!
Eall in High School citizens, let’s
determine unitedly to write a goodly
chapter, one that we shall be proud
to sign, one that shall interpret the
best that is in us, one to which we
shall not be ashamed to refer, one
that shall arouse not only personal
pride but faculty pride and even city
pride. That is exactly how far
reaching we can make our finest en
deavors felt. Let’s determine to he
dissatisfied with anything but the
best.
Let’s join hands in high resolve
and pull together! Let’s make old
G. H. S. sit up and take notice!
Let’s leave some foot-prints to show
the way to those behind us ! Let’s
leave a few stepping stones to higher
things I
The way to do it is simply little
Buster Brown’s way, and his motto,
“Another day is another chance”!
Eor us another year is a bigger
chance. We shall make every day of
that year count, every day will be
another chance. Then the year
summed up will be full and fine, one
that we shall be glad to write our
names out in full underneath I So
may it be, so must it be, God help
ing, so shall it be I
And this doesn’t mean that we
shall not have fun and frolic, all
sorts of good times, and close and
lasting friendships.. The year will
not be well rounded without these.
But let s pitch our pleasures and
our fun on a high plane, and fit them
into high character. Let’s let our
High Life represent high living.
Let s go in for work and fun, and
plenty of both, but let’s be too
proud not to keep them both high I
And so in that spirit, we again wish
you a happy, profitable and prosper
ous New Year!
Garnett Gregory.
High Lights On “Hi
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Now we know what line of chatter
use when asking Mr. Archer favors,
eertainlv appeared to be hard hit in cha
pel Wednesday. The singer must have
touched a tender spot in his heart and
revived old memories vividly, for, lo,
our
Superintendent arose with a transfixed
at
look on his face and, gazing raptly
the ceiling, began to quote the love-gems
of some poet or other. Maybe he’ll
re
turn from the land of romance in time
to tell us whether or not we get a holi
day for the fair.
Speaking of romance, the word “mis
tress’’ can be either commonplace or elo
quent, dejiending entirely upon the view-
]ioint. Used in a general way it pro
duces no flood of enthusiasm and only
suggests the female species often refer
red to as the “lesser half.’’ However
circumstances alter cases and when the
word “mistress” has a personal applica
tion it brings an unmistakable sparkle
to the eye. An excellent example of the
truthfulness of this statement was given
to us on the opening day of school by
the abundant enthusiasm displayed by
one of our new teachers in impressing us
with the all-important information that
she now possesses this prefix to her name
and is “proud of it.”
Another “War of the Roses” will go
down in history as fearlessly fought by
both sides. A battle is in sight between
the white and the red roses, the white
being face powder and the red, natural
beauty. What will be the outcome?
A recent edition of one of our daily
papers gave an account of a talk made
at the Lions Club by Mr. E. D. Broad
hurst. He stated that Greensboro must,
and will have, in the near future, two
new high school buildings. The same pa
per announces that work is soon to begin
on our new passenger station. If it takes
as long to get the new high school as it
has taken to build a station we certainly
do envy tbe next school generation.
If the two Chicago murderers can
escape the death penalty on account of
mental sickness, a lot of us should be
allowed to plead the same thing as miti
gating circumstances to avoid flunking.
Since flappers have their vanities, we
are looking very soon for some enterpris
ing tea-hound to invent a vanity for
holding Stacomb. It will probably be
greeted by all tea-hounds as a solution
to a long unsolved problem.
Again reverting to romance — every
year there exist several severe infatua
tions. Last year’s seniors seem to have
taken all of them with them, but it re
mains to be seen what will develop tliis
year.
We have a suspicion that there’s some
thing in store for us in the next issue.
A new journalist is entering the field.
Cider must be hard to sell.
THIS SHOULDN’T BE PUBLISHED
He: “May I print one little kiss on
your ruby lips?”
She: “No; I don’t like your type.”
AS THEY LIKE IT
Four young men in a canvas tent
Looked through the door at the firma-
men t:
One saw the stars and a mountain jmak;
Another saw Jove on a maiden’s cheek;
One saw clouds and knew that rain
Would come ere day had dawned again;
Ihe last, ill too, from the door of the
tent
Saw not the cheek nor the firmament.
MIKE AND IKE
They Look Alilce
Barber: “Your hair is getting gray.”
Customer: “Well, I’m not surprised
Hurry up!”
IN THE BEGINNING
We stand on the threshold of a New
Year where Truth, shining like a star
bids us to enter. To each she offers the
same gifts: mines of gold, ours for the
digging. For those who strive with
mind and muscle there is wealth—wealth
untold—that knows neither time nor man
as robber. But a few will be content to
sit on the slopes of the hills to look
peacefully and lazily at the shadows on
the distant ranges, forgetful of the gold
buried in the soil beneath their feet. Two
or three will doubt that there is wealth
in the hill country even when they see
the gold in the hands of their fellows.
Truth recognizes no aristocracy. Her
gold she offers to jirince and pauper after
their degree of striving. On the heads
of the most faithful she places a crown,
woven by her own hands, woven of fibres
immortal.
Who will be king?
Miss Beckwith: “In the mediaeval age
the monks used to wear horsehair robes
as an act of pennace. How wmuld you
like to do that?”
Mary: “Oh, I would be tickled to
death.’’
THE APPLE’S PRAYER
‘Lead us not into fermentation.’
THEY LIVE IN OUR MIDST
A freside and a soph met on the cam
pus in front of the barns.
“ ’I.o, George.”
’Lo, John.’
“This is sure a rotten school, ain’t it?”
“Yep, no sjiirit.”
“Nope, no spirit.”
“Nobody here knows anything about
high school spirit.”
“Nope, the poor boobs!”
Didja bear the rotten cheering at the
“1
3”
gamer
“Nope, I didn’t go.”
“Neither did I.”
‘What’s the use, there ain’t no spirit.’
“No spirit.”
“S’long, George.”
“S’long, John.”
SHELTON VS. STUBBINS
The silence was tense. The walks that
led to the barns were thronged with thou
sands of enthusiastic fans who stood
awaiting the contestants. Notwithstand
ing the greatness of the crowd not a
sound could be heard. It was as if a
deadly gas had suddenly snuffed out the
lives of those present and left them
standing as so much stone on the walks.
It was the moment just before the
contest. Everyone was straining to get
a glimpse of the contestants as they trot
ted out on the field.
At last they appeared! The great
throng burst into shouts of enthusiasm.
The crowd was transformed into a shout
ing, singing, madly yelling mob of joy
ous fans.
The judges and time-keepers took their
places. The referree and the umpire
walked out upon the field. All was in
readiness. The shrill blow of a whistle
sounded, and the great game was on.
The fans were shrieking. Pep was over
flowing. For an hour the game was any
body’s game. No one could foresee the
outcome. It was 50-50 all the way
through.
At last the final whistle blew. The
score stood 9 to 7.
“Good gosh, Shelton,” said Phil, as
they Walked off the field, “if jmu hadn’t
rung that last one I would have beaten
THE MAN OF SUCCESS
By J. D. McNairy, Jr.
At his work he did his be.st,
And finished all before his rest.
Tn his life he smashed a clod,
Advanced, mankind, and worshipped God.
Better to wear out than to rust out.-
1iUh0p Cumber!and.
you sure
Well, anj'^way, it was the best game
of horse-shoes I have played since I was
a kitten,” replied Shelton, wi]nng the dust
off his hands.
Voice on the phone: “There are tw
mice fighting up here in my bed-room.”
Hotel Clerk: “How much are you pay
ing for your room?”
Voice: “One dollar.”
Clerk: “What do ynni want for a do]
lar,—a bull fight?”
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