Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greexsboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Editor-in-Chief Lois Dorsett
Elizabeth Stone Alfred Dixon
Charlotte Van Noppen Helen Felder
Virginia McClamroch Virginia Jackson
Martha Broadhurst Helen Felder
J. D. McNairy
Business Manager Byrou Sharpe
P. B. Whittington, Advertising
Paul Scurlock, Advertising
Martha Broadhurst, Circulation
PEACE AND PATRIOTISM
November 11 was the sixth anniversary
of the great day when all the world laid
down arms and rejoiced that there would
be peace in the place of war, and order
instead of chaos. On that day our
thoughts turned involuntarily to the time
when people everywhere were giving of
their best to the great cause, “to make
the world safe for democracy and demo
cracy safe for the world.”
On this Armistice Day, our thoughts
turned to patriotism—our patriotism,
American. We feel love for our coun
try more on this day than on any other
of the year, except July 4. We stop to
think, to take stock of ourselves as
Americans. We then want to stand erect
and salute proudly and fondly to the flag.
We then experience one of the purest,
finest and most beautiful of the emo
tions of man,—patriotism. To our minds
Americanism is the best love of coun
try. The devotion of foreigners in our
land to their fatherlands is not under
stood as it should be. We insist in our
opinions that they should reject it and
assume the love for America as we pos
sess it. Would we, in their places, do it?
Patriotism is the love of country ex
pressed in service. There are two kinds
of Americanism. One was our foremost
impulse during the war. It was the force
that compelled mothers, daughters, sis
ters, wives and sweethearts to send their
men to probable death with a smile shin
ing through their tears. It was the power
that made men go forth, the strength
that made them endure when they stood
knee-deep in mud and slimy water, with
the cold wind chilling them to their very
bones and carrying deadly gases and
But there is another, a more peaceful,
a less vicious, less heroic, but no less
patriotic Americanism. This prompts
people to be good citizens; to make those
who are eligible vote, rather than neglect
voting and complain about the result;
it gives to the citizen civic pride in city,
state and nation. The patriotic citizen
is not embarrassed to stand when he
hears the Star Spangled Banner, and
to take off his hat when the flag goes by,
although those around him fail to do so.
This patriotism is the kind that must
endure, the kind that must make the
United States the noblest and best na
tion on earth.
“Let us come before His presence with
In this age of hustle and bustle it
seems almost a blessing that our fore
fathers set aside a day for us to give
thanks unto the Lord for His gracious
Man’s nature is to call on God when
in trouble. Even the strongest of infi
dels in times of great oppression will
seek the favor of Jehovah. But how
many of us look up and simply pour
forth a thankful heart? Someone has
said, “A thankful heart to God for His
blessings is the greatest blessing of all.”
But far too few of us receive this great
God has been so graciously good by
blessing our great land with peace and
prosperity. Yet we go on from day to
day, madly rushing, seeking our own
selfish desires, with never so much as a
word of thanks to Him, “the giver of
all good and perfect gifts.”
None of us would think of neglecting
to thank our friends, yet how negligent
is man in his thanksgiving to God! To
my mind He is just human* enough to
appreciate gratitude for all His benefits.
Thankfulness carries a constant sense
of divine love and care, and therefore
produces quietness and peace. A sense
of God’s goodness also develops love and
the spirit of service to others. No life
is complete or happy without service of
some kind to fellowman. Who goes to
his daily duty with thankfulness to God,
goes prepared to receive more good and
also to do good.
“Bless ye the Lord, O my soul, and
forget not all his benefits.”
After the game with High Point we
came away with a queer mingled desire
to laugh and to cry, to sing, and to be
silent. It’s true that G. H. S. didn’t
win the game itself, but the team won
gloriously in something else—the fight
against bad sportsmanshiji. They fought
like all-possessed, but in the right way,
and the rest of us were satisfied. Even
citizens of High Point acknowledged
that, after seeing the stuff they are made
Of course everyone in Greensboro High
School, and especially the team, was dis
appointed bitterly at having all hopes
of reaching the championship crushed
by one sudden blow, when a victory was
in sight. However, the real test was in
the defeat; and our team met it stand
ing! Hats off to them! We’re proud
to have such men among us.
She rides on the slightest breeze; in
deed, she herself is so light and airy
that we never knew of her presence the
other day till something funny happened.
This was the way of it: This tiny
fairy who calls herself Ambition (though
goodness knows why such a little bit
of humanity should have such a big
name!) visited the school, seemingly just
to while away the hours, but perhaps to
try to inspire us, if the truth be known.
She decided to try a session room first,
and found that some people simply can
not he on time! Wonder then took a
firm hold on her who never had to worry
She walked into a class in English just
for fun, but it made her sad to see the
number of people who just wouldn’t
study. Soon after, she left to hunt up
livelier classes. This was difficult, be
cause the next class she went into was
a math one, where everyone was nearly
frantic trying to puzzle out a problem.
When it was finally straightened out
(with her help) she took her departure.
Mentally comparing the two classes,
she stopped a while in the hall to debate
out which was better. It tangled her up
so much that, when a bee came buzzing
by, she stopped her and begged her to
bring her some food. After some honey
and nectar had been daintily partaken
of, she started out again.
French, Latin and German classes
took up her time for the next hour or
two and convinced her that she was very
welcome at the school. In the Spanish
class she met up with her counterpart,
and consequently was overjoyed to find
a kindred spirit in the teacher. About
to enter a chemistry “lab,” she heard
someone yell, “Yow! Chlorine gas!” and
then felt the floor shake as someone fell
with a thud, so she retreated in short
order from the dangerous territory.
She was trying to decide where to go
next when she saw some girls powdering
their noses and discussing clothes. Here
she gave up completely.
“This isn’t my job at all!” she cried.
“Call for Dame Fashion.” And nothing
has been heard from her since.
I hold the world but as the world,
A stage where every man must play a
STATE CHAMPION ONE-YEAIl TYPIST
Miss Virginia Bain, champion one-year typist of North Carolina, win
ner of two gold medals and a silver loving cup given as awards in the re
cent state contest held in Winston-Salem.
THE SENIOR RESOLUTION
The seniors were highly honored this
fall. Mr. Edwards, realizing how im
portant they felt with all their new priv
ileges, decided he would give them some
thing to do to prove whether they were
as big as they felt. He wanted a quiet,
orderly chapel and asked the seniors to
get him one—so to speak. This class had
never failed in anything and they knew,
of course, that they could put this over.
We remember the program presented
early in the fall by the senior class; it
made a lasting impression on our minds.
The three sides of life were discussed:
the mental, physical, and spiritual. Just
as engines must have every part proper
ly adjusted before it can run smoothly
and safely, so a life must have these
three well developed sides. We have
every opportunity for the development
of all three here in our school if we
would only take advantage of them. Our
chapel programs are the means of our
spiritual development; and if they are
to have the desired effect we must have
a quiet, orderly chapel. This is what
we were told and we all, deep in our
hearts, decided that we would make our
chapel periods worth while by being
It is hard to tell a person that he has
failed; but sometimes we have to do
the unpleasant things whether we want
to or not. You know—I know—we all
know—that we were on the verge of
failing this time. There is always time
to turn back and begin again. We are
going to take the opportunity offered us.
We intend to climb now and not slide
Every senior has given his word that
he will be quiet in chapel and a senior’s
word is like steel: it cannot be broken.
After the seniors had given their
pledges, a resolution was drawn up which
was to be presented to every junior ses
sion room. The resolution read thus:
1. In order to make the chapel period
more quiet and more reverent, we the
Senior class hereby resolve to enter chap
el without talking and in as reverent an
attitude as possible.
2. The Senior class does hereby ask
the co-operation and support of the mem
bers of room in carrying out the
3. We, the members of room , do
hereby agree to follow the Senior class
in supporting the above law for securing
order and reverence in chapel.
Session Room Teacher
This was accepted unanimously by
every session room and now we are sat
isfied, for the promises of the boys and
girls of G. H. S. cannot be broken.
You have heard of our debaters, and
our athletes, but have you heard of our
typist? It seems strange to say that
one person could win two gold medals
and a loving cup, all in only fifteen min
utes time, but this is what happened.
In the Annual State Typewriting Con
test which was held in Winston-Salem
last May, Miss Virginia Bain, of Greens
boro High School, was awarded the gold
medal offered by the State to the one-
year student making the best record in
both speed and accuracy on any type
writer. The Durham branch of the L. C.
Smith Typewriter Company offered a
gold medal also to the one-year student
making the best record on an L. C. Smith
typewriter. She claimed this medal also.
In other words, Virginia is the champion
one-year writer of the state of North
Carolina, and has received for this honor
two beautiful gold medals—all her own.
But this is not all. One day last week
she very unconcernedly walked into the
school room with a beautiful engraved
loving-cup bearing her own name. This
was a surprise honor bestowed upon her
by the home office of the L. C. Smith
Typewriter Company, Syracuse, N. Y.,
and was presented to her by Mr. Knick
erbocker of the Richmond office and Mr.
Barker of the Greensboro office. An
official presentation was made before the
Commercial Club by Mr. Pultz, head of
the commercial department. We are
anxious to know what next she is going
Since Virginia’s older sister, Avho ac
companied her to Winston, claims half
her honor for having cared for her while
there, and Miss Scott claims half for
having taught her, there isn’t “much”
left for Virginia to claim, but we are
proud of her just the same and wish her
further success in her typing.
Now when the joyous season’s here,
iVith all its bright and glorious cheer.
Give thanks to Him who made it so.
And reverently to harvest go.
Be thankful not for crops alone,
But raise to Him upon the throne
More thanks that in His gracimis love
We live, and breathe, and daily move.
Tools were made and born were hands
Every farmer understands.
—Wm. Blake, in Proverbs.
High Lights On “Hi”
Edited by Helex" Felder
The seniors have taken up a very com
mendable project. The “quiet chapel”
program they have countenanced de
serves mention here, certainly, and we’re
proud to give it. These seniors are an
industrious class, loyal to the traditions
of the school, and ready to do anything
worth while. They must not bear the
brunt of it alone, either; so take notice—
the rest of you!
In going over the lot of old and new
pictures for the movies, we came upon
several comedies used as burlesques on
the magnificent productions of the screen.
Just try your wits and see if you can’t
place these: “The Sea Squawk,” “The
Pest of the Storm Country,” “Mud and
Sand,” “The Shriek,” “The Sneak of
Araby,” “Two Wagons Both Covered,”
“The Uncovered Wagon,” “Rob ’em
Good,” “The Ten Amendments.”
We wouldn’t be a bit surprised to see
soon comedies with these names: “Rose
Eat Her,” “Under Two Bags,” “The Lit
tle Old New Cork,” “When Knighthood
Was in Flour,” “The Call of the Guile,”
“The Vanity Fair,” “Dorothy Vernon
Had ’em All,” “Abraham Lick
‘Feet of Hay,” “The Fortieth Floor.”
Oak Ridge certainly must consider it
something of great—very great—moment
to beat Greensboro at football, for there
were “some big doin’s” after the victory
on Saturday, November 1. Sixty cadets
attended the “grand jambouree” to which
numerous girls here were invited. The
dance was given at the O. Henry hotel
and was one of the main social functions
of the year.
My, my! Girls, weren’t those little
cadets too cute for anything? Quite dis
tinguished-looking, too! They didn’t
have any chance to get bored here—there
was too much pep in the football and
too much attraction in the girls.
Miss Beckwith and Miss Grogan re
cently left their classes in charge of stu
dents for a day while they attended a
teachers’ convention. The day before it
happened. Miss Beckwith was greeted
with all smiles on announcing to the
classes her approaching departure.
“Why, I believe you’re glad to get me'
aAvay,” she exclaimed.
“Oh, no,” she Avas assured, “Ave’re just
glad that you’re to haAm a nice trip.”
There is a contest noA^^ going on in
relation to student government. In fact,
it deals Avith essays on the subject. There
is a magnificent prize of $10 offered.
All Avho are interested might see the bul
letin board or either Arthur Davant.
My, my!‘ But there certainly A\'as a
grand rush for front seats during the
taking of the group pictures lately. And
it Avas all occasioned by the photogra
pher’s simple remark, “All the good-
looking ones get in front.”
It seems that the girls of this school
haAm been more industrious than the
boys, judging by the past two months’
grades. HoAvever, the boys are improv
ing steadily and may be able to catch
up if they'll buckle doAvn to it and trjA
If Miss KillingSAvorth should upset
bottle of gold paint on her desk, do yc
think she Avould Gildersleve?
We Avould like to congratulate
CaldAvell school on its ncAV joaper. I
an excellent publication and certa
deserAms the notice of evmn Amteran ne
papers. Pansy Dinkelbiher is editor
chief, John Foster business manager.
Miss Alice Whipple, faculty adviser,
“‘Hitch your Avagon to a star” and let
it be a shooting star at that. Leap from
the bronze one to the siRmr and thence
to the gold, and see Iioaa’ you feel. The
rapidity Avith Avhich you do this depends
on your OAvn self. Y'ou may he just a
satellite of the stars or you may be a
real star itself; but, for goodness’ sake,
haA'e the ambition to be something!
With the approach of Avinter we at
least haAm one thing to be thankful fer
tile pear season is OAmr. Noav if it just
does not snoAv soon, our expert marks
men Avill haA'e to seek some other occu