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Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greensboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Editor-m-Chief Lois Dorset!
Associate Editor Elizabeth Stone
Associate Editor Alfred Dixon
Junior Associate Editor Helen Felder
Jtinior Associate Editor Georgia Stewart
Jr. Assoc. Editor Charlotte Van Noppen
Athletic Editor —- Virginia Jackson
Athletic Editor Elizabeth Darling
Athletic Editor — Clarence Stone
Alumni Editor Virginia McClamroch
Literary Editor Martha Broadhurst
Exchange Editor ... Virginia Jackson
Assignment Editor Helen Forbis
Assignment Editor Moyer Sink
Scoop Editor J. D. McNairy
Typist Editor Virginia Bain
Typist Editor Bernice Henley
Typist Editor Walter Smalley
Typist Editor Beatrice Williams
Business Manager I. Byron Sharpe
Asst. Business Mgr.P. B. Whittington
Circulation Manager Martha Broadhurst
Facidly Head Miss Inabelle Coleman
Faculty Adviser Mr. W. R. Wunsch
Faculty Adviser Miss Geraldine Kelly
Faculty Adviser Miss Mary Wheeler
At last we’re here. After many toils
and wearisome journeys we have reached
High School, our goal and the height of
our ambition. Seniors, Juniors, and
Sophomores, stand back and permit the
entry of this new bunch of kicking, frisky
The Freshmen have started to work
and are determined to make the very
best of their opportunities; in fact, many
of them have already gone out for and
even conquered some varsity honors.
However, be it lessons, dramatics, club
work or athletics, the Freshmen of
Greensboro High School have resolved to
do their best, so that eventually they
may successfully take over the reins of
Sophomores, Juniors, and, lastly, Seniors.
Not, perhaps, by leaps and bounds, but,
like the sapling in the forest, as it first
ajipears on earth’s broad surface, among
mighty trees of all varieties, in the tiny
form of a mere twig, so the Freshman
Class slowly ajiproaches the time when
it will be in the limelight of well-earned
advancement in the High School. As
the twig slowly but surely advances in
cultivation, so are the Freshmen pro
gressing, being educated into the activi
ties of old G. H. S. The twig grows and
grows, gradually becoming a shrub; here
and there branches spring out until fin
ally the tree, no longer a sapling, is one
great mass of leaves and limbs, and
broadening out, becomes one of the most
fervent prides of nature—her very own.
So indeed, and how remarkably similar
is the progress of the Freshmen—advanc
ing to the time when the honors as Soph
omores will be bestowed upon them. Here
and there one or two of their numbers
branch out into some new school activity.
Then, after a year in this field of ad
venture, they enter into a still more in
teresting period of responsibility—this is
their year as Juniors. Finally they break
into the last stage of development when
they become good old glorious Seniors,
the pride of the school.
And so. Freshmen, it’s up to you to
show your teachers, coaches, and these
future alumni that the Freshman Class
is really equal to the test. It’s up to
you to carry on those standards so earn
estly fought for by those who have gone
before you, and it’s up to you to show
the people of Greensboro—of North Car
olina, the grand old State—that the one
time Freshman Class shall be known for
its glorious, final and everlasting record
at the end of 1928.
All men seek happiness. To some it
seems a radiant bubble—a bubble that
bursts in their clutching hands. How
often do they find wretchedness in dis
guise ! They roam the seven seas in
search of it. They find honor and wealth.
They possess all; they possess nothing.
“Earth gets its price for what earth gives
us,” and that x^rice must inevitably be
Xiaid. Sometimes the x^rice is health,
sometimes a clear conscience, a pure soul.
It is the idle chasing of bright bubbles,
false x^leasures, Eutopian dreams, which
eventually ends in dissatisfaction and dis
Herein lies the secret of true haxix^i-
ness—that thrill of duty done that comes
after rendering service to your fellow-
men. It is within reach of everyone.
Whether you dwell in mansions or call
an humble cottage home, real hax:)piness
awaits your beck and call. Service ren
dered others is true hax^piness, and mak
ing others haxipy is the real joy of life.
For “It is more blessed to give than to
“If solid happiness we p>rize,
Within our hearts this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam.”
A word to those who would go forth
in search of true happiness; a word to
the Senior, who will soon be a Freshman
again, a mere beginner in one of the
most x^romising x^eriods of life, that of a
college man; and to the Freshman who
has before him an open road made bright
THE SPIRIT OF G. H. S.
School spirit is an intangible sort of
thing. It is not easily defined, and de-
Xiends uxion the co-operation of both stu
dents and teachers alike. It is that mys
terious something that welds us together
Such is the spirit of G. H. S. It stands
as a symbol of co-ox^eration between fac
ulty and students; it creates good feel
ing and mutual interest among all. It
can be likened unto the great sxiirit of
America, which changes aliens into citi
zens and transforms Russians, Italians,
and the x^eoxile of other foreign countries
into Americans. Not many months ago
several hundred so-called “aliens,” the
Freshmen of Lindsay Street, crossed the
Xiortals of Central High School. They
formed an abstract part of G. H. S.;
they had already established customs and
habits of their own, separate and dis
tinct from those of Central High School.
But what is the situation today? De
cidedly different. The sx:)irit of G. H. S.
has forced its way into the heart of every
Freshman. It has x^ermeated the very
soul of every student. No longer is the
cry of Lindsay heard. No longer is the
provincial spirit felt, for a bigger, bright
er, broader spirit now holds sway. The
Xmrxiose of the Freshman class of 1924
is to press onward toward the goal set
by those who have gone before. Ux^per-
classmen, yours is a brilliant record of
achievement. Still, we dare hope to sur-
We are all for one, the glory of G.H.S.
The Freshmen have caught the spirit—
that spirit which binds together, brings
co-operation out of selfish wrangling, and
chamxiions of honor, courage, and justice.
High Life acknowledges with pleasure
the following letter from Miss Jane Sum-
merell, now of the faculty of Winthrop
College, S. C., but formerly a beloved
teacher in Greensboro High School:
“To the Editors of High Life:
“I wish I could tell you how much I
enjoy the school paper. Although I
struggle with homesickness when I read
it, and sometimes question your kindness
in sending it, still I would not miss a
copy. More competent judges than I
am have praised it; but I dare to say
that it is the best high school paper I
have ever seen. In each issue it seems
that you are striving to make your best
better. I notice an improvement in jour
nalistic style during these last months,
and the Sophomores in their issue quite
outdid themselves in this respect. Where
did you Sophomores acquire such skill
in handling the ‘lead’?
“With my best wishes for the staff and
for G. H. S., I am,
“Always, your friend,
WATCH US GROW
“Train up a child in the way he should
go, and when he is old he will not depart
This, we are positive, was Mr. Ed
wards’ motive in turning over the new
“nursery” to the Class of ’28. He knew
(and we are glad he did know) that
small children must have very special
attention and the best of care. The lusty
little infant of ’28 is no exception, there
fore a special “home” was built for it,
and expert nurses to watch it (and see
that it didn’t mark ux3 books, walls, etc.)
were secured. It’was fast pining away
in the grim walls of Lindsay, so Seniors,
don’t begrudge it this chance for recu
Children naturally cannot associate
with “grown-ups,” so this baby has sep
arate chapel and clubs; but, to make up
for this, Mr. Edwards arranged with the
railroad to run choo-choos iqi and down
the track—choo-choos that make as much
noise as they x^ossibly can and delight
the heart of the Class of ’28. Some other
attractions are shoveling coal, x^utting in
hooks and shades, and tearing down
This class (and you couldn’t tell it by
looking at them—has high ideals—very
high at that, and under such wonderful
care grows more and more like a Mellins
“Watch Us Grow” is a slogan of this
Class of ’28 (’28 if they don’t add an
other year before then) and it’s growing,
and while it’s growing, it’s going down
in the x^ages of history as the greatest,
biggest, best Freshman Class the Greens
boro High School ever, EVER had!
Youth stands at the crossroads of the
Future on the Journey of Life. It is the
Hour of Decision. In the distance is
heard the low muttering of the Thunder
of Temptation; in the sky the jagged
Lightning of Lure is seen. On his right
is Oxiportunity at the gateway of Suc
cess; on his left is B'olly at the gateway
of Discontent. Will he choose the beck
oning Oxiportunity or enticing Folly?
Let us watch closely in the magic crystal
of Fate! The road to Success and Hax^-
piness is rough, devious, and dangerously
beset by Temxitation, but in the end at
the twilight of life, Haxipiness may be
reached. The road of Folly is gay, af
fording a so-called joy, but in the Hour
of Death, Folly claims her toll.
Youth, Youth, in the Morning of Life,
weigh and consider your fate!
Where, oh where are the grave Alumni?
Far away—and afar.
They’re sailing on through the azure sky,
Their wagons hitched to a star.
I called in vain, “Come home again.
And attend the Freshmen’s Edition!”
Some patted my head hut most of them
radio’s out of commission!”
Isabel Cone says: “Goucher is grand
and I’m crazy about it, but I surely do
miss good old G. H. S. and everybody
there. Some of my best times were had
right there in the old ‘Spring Street
Flax McAlister was here for the Easter
holidays. She says Randolph-Macon can’t
be beat. Flax was editor-in-chief of
High Life last year and she knows all
the “ins and outs” of the game.
We enjoyed a short visit during the
Easter holidays from some of our last
year’s students. Those most in evidence
were Roger Haller and Hoyt Pritchett.
Hoyt is at Carolina and out for track,
while Roger is doing fine work at Wash
ington and Lee.
Paul Causey, who was editor of High
Life in ’22, has been doing fine work at
Davidson. He made the intercollegiate
Spanish debating team in 1923-24 and
was Student Assistant in German and
vice-president of the Spanish Club in
Jimmie Hendrix is taking a B.S. 1
course at Davidson and is prexiaring to
study medicine at Penn State next year.
He made three letters in football and
one in track, was x^resident of the stu
dent body for 1924-25, and belongs to
the Kappa Sigma fraternity.
Thursday, April 23, 1925
Arthur Gray, Clement Penn, and Char
lie Harrison all made Pi Kappa Alpha.
Tyree Dillard made the Freshman debat
ing team and is out for track, while Dan
Oden is out for baseball. Our boys at
Davidson are making a record.
Hey diddle diddle, Joe plays the fiddle.
While Maddry blows the big horn.
The children laugh
To hear such chaff,
Or wish they’d never been born.
Cry, Seniors, cry!
Stick your fingers in your eye.
Freshmen babes have gone to sleep
In the rooms you’d like to keep.
Hush, Seniors, hush!
Don’t go by in such a rush.
Freshynen babes will wake and cry.
Then you’ll wish that you could die.
Look, Seniors, look!
Freshynen babes can use a book.
For your laurels watch with care.
Freshmen babes may beat you fair.
If a Freshie meets a Senior,
Cornin’ through the hall.
If the Senior says, “Hi, Freshie!’
Need the Freshie bawl?
Every Freshie has his trials;
If you don’t agree,
Come take a walk and take a peep
Into the Nursery!
Among the train of Senior swains
There’s a look of self-content,
And for the Fresh they hold a look
Of genuine contempt!
Every Freshie has his trials;
Why doleful should we be?
We’ll skip the rope and play, tra-la!
While happy we may be!
I have a little teacher, xvho goes in and
out with me,
The Seniors say that she’s my nurse, but
why I cannot see.
Every tim,e I turn around, she’s right
there by m,y side;
I often wish she had a beau to take her
out to ride.
She’ll always notice when I’m late,—
She doesn’t seem to care
If often after school I have
To break a date with Pierre.
At last my teacher’s caught a beau.
And now she never sees
If I’m a minute late; and so
I do just as I please.
The Freshman Class is a lucky class.
And a lucky class are we;
They gave us the place the Seniors want.
And a happy class are xoe.
The Seniors, they are ftdl of grunts.
The Freshmen full of laughter.
For the School Board gave the Freshman
The home the Seniors were after.
Little Miss Pep
Sat on the step,
Powdering her shiny nose;
Along came Mr. Ed.—
Though nothing was said.
From his cold look she froze.
Jimmy studies his lessons,
Alvin has all the fun;
Jimmy gets all the x'L’s
While lazy Alvin gets none.
Freshie be nimble,
Freshie be quick,
Freshie beware of that Senior stick!
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Writing his xveekly them.e;
He thought of his teacher,
And said, “Could I reach her.
She’d think she’d been nabbed by a team.
Mary had a tea-hound;
His pants were very wide.
And everywhere that Mary went
The hound was by her side.
He followed her to Miss Gillis’ room;
’Twas danger without a doubt;
The children laughed at the funny sight.
And Miss Gillis kicked him out.
MYSELF AND I
As I Walked by myself,
I talked to myself.
Myself said unto me,
“Why go to school.
You crazy fool,
x4.nd study geometry?”
I answered myself.
And said to myself.
In the selfsame repartee,
“I go to school
Because I’m a fool—
That’s reason enough for me.”
For fresh news ax^x^ly to the “Nursery.
High School stock now above x^ar—
Quoted two weeks ago at 25 cents for
half-holiday; rose last week to 25 cents
per x^eriod. Next week????
Miss Bullard’s science classes have
been sent to the laundry! Columbia
treats ’em white.
The Girls’ Council has been “Over the
Tea Cuxis” again. We think it has a
Daugther-Dad banquet brewing.
The Juniors remark that there is talk
concerning the new rooms in the cafe
teria being oxoen to offensive soup drink
ers. We hope they are not hitting at us.
Miss Zolloman gave us an interesting
talk on the “Art of Clothing.” We wish
the next time she would tell us the “Art
of x^rex^taring hard lessons easily.”
Old G. H. S.’s clock was doing double
work a coux^le of days last week by ring
ing two bells for changing classes. Evi
dently spring fever has not affected it
Several members of the
Girls’ Glee Club have recently suffered
an attack of acute indigestion. Upon
diagnosing the case it was found to be
due to the fact that they bought a light
lunch from the cafeteria to be eaten dur
ing the class x^eriod. Entering the class
room they came face to face with unex
pected comxiany, Mr. Edwards and Mr.
Archer. As it is not etiquette to eat be
fore company the lunch vanished as if
by magic—hence the uncomfortable re
SOME FACTS GLEANED FROM
FRESHMAN TEST PAPERS
Q.—What is the chief exxDort of
A.—The chief exxiort of France is
Q.—When should you brush your teeth?
A.—You should brush your teeth when
you have nothing else to do.
Q.—What are the three classes of food?
A.—Breakfast, dinner and supper.
Q-—What grade of instruction was giv
en in the schools which were established
Q-—Use the word “humanize” in a sen
A.—The dog has almost human eyes.
Q-—What mark of honor was given to
our dead soldiers on November 11th?
A.—Each was given a bonus of $50.
Q-—Correct this sentence: “The toast
was drank in silence.”
A.—The toast was ate in silence.
Q.—What is the difference between a
Bachelor of Arts and a Master of Arts?
A.—A Bachelor is one who has been
trying for a long time.
Q-—How should burns be treated?
A.—Burns should be treated with very
Q--^Give the outcome of Thermopylae,
Salamis, and Plataea.
A.—Thermopylae was killed, Salamis
was ostracized, and Plataea had to flee’
for his life.
And this remark came back on a pu
pil’s paper, written by a pencil of the
reddest hue: “Be careful in crossing your
‘ts’ and dotting your ‘eyes’.”