Thursdaij, May 21, 1925
Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greensboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Editor-in-CJiief Lois Dorset!
Associate Editor Elizabeth Stone
Associate Editor Alfred Dixon
Junior A ssociate Editor — Helen Felder
Junior 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
Scoop Editor Claude Mclver
Typist Editor Virginia Bain
Typist Editor Bernice Henley
Typist Editor Walter Smalley
Typist Editor Beatrice Williams
Business Manager Byron Sharpe
Asst. Btisiness Mgr. P. B. Whittington
Circulation Manager Martha Broadhurst
Pactdty Head Miss Inabelle Coleman
Faculty Adviser Mr. W. R. Wunsch
Faculty Adviser Miss Geraldine Kelly
Faculty Adviser Miss Mary Wheeler
You have fought a good fight,
you have finished your course, you
have kept the faith, High Life edi
tors. We thank you for your un
tiring efforts. You have been most
THE LAST WEEKS OF SCHOOL
In a short number of weeks the work
for this year will be over, and we will
have finished another chapter in our
high school life.
But will we have the secret satisfac
tion of having made this chapter a com
plete one? When, in future years, we
look back upon this period of our life,
Muli we smile at the memory of honest
achievement, or will we start and blush
with that guilty feeling which comes to
people when they remember something
they are ashamed of and makes them
turn hastily to more pleasant memories?
Many have made excellent records up
until this time; others have loafed on
the job and their work has reflected
their lack of application. But these last
few weeks of the year will determine for
all whether it has been a success or a
Success is something that is not al
ways correctly judged by the eyes of
the world, which see only the outward
evidences, outward results of the mental
and moral achievement. And yet, there
are cases when these visible signs are
lacking, and still an overwhelming suc
cess has been made. It is safe to say
that if you do your best in every field
you enter; if you fight to conquer all
your weaknesses and never give up; if
you boldly face the crises that come in
your life, and do the brave thing and
June and Commencement go hand in
hand; and as things about us respond
to the rich warmth of the sun, the June-
bug and honey-bee humming their way
in a sleepy monotone through the scented
summer atmosphere, our minds instinc
tively turn to Commencement and the
many friends who are leaving us to go
forth into a new world.
Therefore it is fitting that, aside from
the ceremony and excitement of the Com
mencement season, the true significance
of Commencement be soberly considered.
The word itself conveys the idea of a
beginning, a starting out upon the sea
of life, entering a new field of human
endeavor and development, literally com
mencing to hold the position of respon
sibility among the men and women in
the world. Like the launching of a
graceful, well-equipped vessel into a rest
less sea, so at Commencement the youth
of today is launched into the seething
waters of a complex social order, some
to be quickly warped and bent, while
others are destined to weather the fury
of every storm. There is only pity for
the former. There is pride and prayer
for the latter.
At such an important period in one’s
life it is well that the individual formu
late certain basic principles to serve as
an ever-present compass, accurate and
true, by which his life may be guided.
We have passed through a period of
training, and for years others have strug
gled to instill these principles into our
character. Passing through the Spring
time of life like tender shoots whose
growth has been trained by a careful
gardener, we go into life’s Summer sea
son (and what time is more proper than
early June for this transition?) and be
come matured plants, able to stand alone,
offering the finest of their upright lives
for the betterment of humanity.
Henry E. Biggs, Jr.
The school year will be over very soon,
and the period beloved by boys and girls
the world over, called vacation, will be-
n. Just think—three whole months in
which to do almost what we please! The
question of “What are we going to do
with our summer?” arises. Some of us
have no idea; others have arranged to
spend it in a profitable way; but no
matter what our plans are now, all of
us have the thought of pleasure upper
most in our minds.
To have pleasure uppermost in our
minds is all very well, but we should
realize that a summer spent wholly for
pleasure would bring us small returns,
and so try in our pursuit of enjoyment
to find something deeper and stronger
that will last all of our lives.
To form a new friendship might be
our something deeper; to cultivate a love
for reading good books might be our
something stronger; to help others might
be our something that would last all of
our lives. So as our vacation begins, let
us go out from school, not with the idea
of idling away the whole summer, but of
making it count for very much in our
lives now and in the years to come.
:li Mclsts Cn “Hi”
By HELEN ELISE FELDER
We quite agree with the fellow who , forward to see the damage. ^ ^ ^
“Can it be my dog?” wondered Fred
said that he’d rather belong to the Eta
Beta Pi than to anv other fraternity he Sparger.
Is it ‘Basil’?” thought
hope it’s ‘Jane’,
We wish to compliment the “Midnight g^^xter” wickedly.
Sun” on its quite unique and original | did I tell him to
Though we had thought (.j.jgd Bernard Shaw remorsefully. “He
of “Noonday Moon,” we now give way taken me at my word.”
in favor of the Editor’s selection as the cease your fear, kind readers. It
better of the two.
“High Lights” has found a pal in
“Spotlights.” Hail, Felon Helder !
was only the capriciousness of the train
and not a vicissitude of Fate.
To all brides-to-be we recommend as
excellent Cooper’s novel, “The Pilot.”
With the exception of two short weeks,
the high school life of the Seniors is
through. We hate to leave. We’d like to
turn back till the year that we were just
happy-go-lucky Juniors. But since Father
Time won’t stop for us, we’re leaving to
go out into “the wide, wide world.”
Don’t think that we’ll ever forget you.
Even if we didn’t have each of your
names in our annuals, we’ll always keep
a tender spots in our hearts for every
thing connected with you and G. H. S.
We promise to drop in to see you often,
and to keep up with all your grand ac
complishments through High Life.
So, goodbye! Please don’t forget us—
the Class of ’25.
the right thing, like a real man or
real woman, when the hour of reflection
comes you can smile to yourself with
that inward feeling of satisfaction, which
knows no equal, and say, “I have won!”
However, no achievement can be a suc
cess unless it has been made complete.
No matter what the honors you have
won this year, no matter how hard you
have fought to prove yourself, if you
slacken up during these remaining weeks
all that brilliant effort will be wasted.
Of course, nobody can ever take from
you the credit of these achievements;
but still, when you look retrospectively
at the year as a whole, with a bitter feel
ing of regret you will realize that it is
incomplete — something ragged, uneven,
like a partly finished building.
To those who have written into the
pages of their lives a record of failure
for the early part of the year, these few
weeks offer a last chance for success.
One who thus rises from the mire and
makes this last month one of consistent,
sturdy effort, while he never can erase
the disgrace of his former record, will
nevertheless have reached a plane far
higher than that of the student who suc
ceeded till the very last and then made
a failure; for he will have won victory
out of defeat, and the other with every
chance of success will have failed mis
erably. Carlton Wilder.
VALE, O SENIORS!
The patron saint of G. H. S. is by
turns sad and joyous these days. Joy
ous because the good old school will soon
have sent out into the world some one
hundred and twenty-five splendid speci
mens of fine young American manhood
and womanhood. Sad because the part
ing of the ways has nearly arrived, when
the close associations of the last four
years will be broken forever.
The under-classmen extend to you
their everlasting gratitude. Class of ’25,
for the goal you have set up for them
by your brilliant achievements; a goal
which will call for the best that is in
them to attain. You have inspired them
to great deeds in the future. Your ac
complishments will be long remembered
and your lustrous glory will remain un
dimmed through the long years to come.
As you go out into the widely diversi
fied walks of life. Seniors, may you carry
on until your bodies sink into the oblivion
which awaits all earthly things with the
same lofty ideals and earnest purposes
which have characterized you as a class.
It’s a hard thing to do—this bidding
you farewell. When we realize that per
haps never again in life may the paths
of some of us cross, a feeling of great
loss overwhelms us. When we of the
under-classes come back next year and
miss your familiar faces, realizing that
never again will you pass with us through
these portals as schoolmates, then we
shall keenly appreciate our loss.
DIGNIFIED YOURS TRULY
Now, Mr. Freshman, I’m a Senior and
I ought to know! Yes, sir 1 High school
life is full of fun, but there are also
trials and pains—yes panes sometimes
broken by snowballs. Now, of course,
when I was a Freshman I took lessons
easy and teachers hard, and I was always
careful not to perambulate near a Soph
It was during my Freshman year that
I met up with a teacher named Grogan—
I don’t know whether she’s any kin to
Jiggs’ friend or not. When I first saw
her I thought she was a scarecrow—but
I thought different when I started tak
ing math. She turned out to be a scare
crow all right, but not the kind I was
figuring on. And to show you how Miss
Grogan liked our class, she has followed
us right along for four years, and now
she’s one of the dignified bunch.
Oh, yes, I took Latin. I got along fine
until I hit Caesar’s Gallic Wars. While
struggling through one of his battles I
got badly wounded—nearly drowned with
a C and almost got a D, and that’s
death, you know—so I surrendered.
Yes, you have to be pretty rich to be
a Senior. There’s always some use for
your money. It’s a regular blackboard
affair when it comes to chalking up the
money paid to Ed Young for the annual.
He ought to make bill collecting his voca
tion, because he can always come around
when you are out of change.
Now, of course, Freshie, this may all
sound kind of aw, there goes that
bloomin’ bell! I’ve got to go in and
G. H. S. ranks high, students. Mr.
Rankin has written that this school is
one of the few high schools to have five
credits in the athletic “say-so” of the
state. These credits are counted by the
number of championship series partici
pated in. Greensboro High is
Miss Wine says she thinks she’ll have
to get a job on the police force if the
general babbling keeps up in her classes.
Ave, Miss Wine—first policewoman of
the city! Hail to the pathfinder for
If you have heard the compliments
afloat lately you probably wonder why on
earth you never discovered these good
right at yourselves. However, it’s the
Marguerite Harrison was recently
elected president and Dorothy Lea sec
retary of the Girls’ Athletic Association.
These two girls are fully capable of all
that is expected of them, and we wish
them luck. Go to it, girls; we’re with
Those of you Seniors who have stud
ied Virgil probably have scoffed at Aene
as’s weakness in weeping upon seeing his
cold Trojan friends pictured upon the
walls of Dido’s temple. However, if
Aeneas cried upon meeting his comrades,
what will you. Seniors, do when you part
elections that have made everyone delve
into other people’s characters and put
forward the best in them. Students, this
state should not exist. “Find the best
in everyone every day,” should be our
It seems that a certain club in town
should be named “Friends” instead of
“Civitans.” At least, G. H. S. feels that
Flush! The clock is striking! Hark,
ye Seniors! ’Tis the eleventh hour!
“Who is he?” an awed group of stu
dents whispers to one another.
“Can it be Rudolph Valentino?” is the
The wave of curiosity is carried from
them to still others till the school is per
vaded by the spicy aroma of mystery.
Lo 1 Miss Kelly comes forward:
“Meet Mr. , students,” she says;
‘he is a true Spaniard.’
We wonder if the word
nated from the Latin word, Pigmalion.
Pigmalion was the greedy brother of
Awake! ’Tis your last chance to make
good. If you have not made as good
marks as you might have, set yourselves
to it and bring them up. Hurry; for
there is but one more hour of high school
life: and one hour can tick away mighty
write an English theme, so I’ll be seeing
you. Walter Smalley.
We certainly hope Mr. Julius Witten
will not miss his calling. He is as dex
terous a waiter as one could desire; and
the cafe will be fortunate which secures
him, even at an exorbitant wage.
This summer will be an excellent time
for developing literary ideas. Don’t for
get, students; next year there will be a
literary magazine at G. H. S., and it
will need your support.
Now that the school term is drawing
to a close and its last issue of High Life
is out, the editor of this column would
like to thank the whole school for its
kind and hearty support, friendly criti
cisms, and genial attitude exhibited to
ward her and her work.
GETTING TO SCHOOL ON TIME
“Where there is a will there is a way”
—but who would accuse anyone of being
willing to get up in the morning? Get
ting up is like studying; it’s hard for
anyone to do. But it has to be done
if you want to get to school on time.
Before getting up, be sure to wake up.
There are a lot of people who practice
somnambulism all through the day.
After you get up don’t waste time.
There is no use of starting a family quar
rel over a lost shoe. After you dress,
wash yourself in cold water—and don’t
drop the soap and step on it. Of course,
leaving the soap out, it is all right to
“step on it.”
When you eat your breakfast chew
your food well. Don’t eat too fast and
get choked. It will only mean lost time
After you have eaten, get all necessary
business over with. Maybe by this time
you are ready to start on your trouble
some journey to school. Grab your scat
tered books and start out.
If you are successful enough to dodge
all automobiles and members of the op
posite sex you will likely reach the school
just before the last bell rings.
This might apply to Arthur Davant
and his friend purp if it were changed
around a little. However, Arthur’s lit
tle friend did not follow—it scampered
ahead to lead the way:
“Mary had a little lamb;
Its fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.”
The other day Miss Beckwith was ex
plaining to her classes what a “proem”
“It’s a short poem used as a preface
to a volume of poetry. ‘Pro’ is Latin
for ‘before,’ you see,” she said.
“Yes’m—pro-em, before-em,” piped a
So we bid you farewell. Seniors, and
may as great success attend your every
endeavor in life as has crowned your
efforts in G. H. S. Among our fond
est recollections will always be the mem
ories of these happy associations with
you. Glenn Holder.
The Hi-Y Clubs have engineered one
of the finest spirits G. H. S. has ever
known. They have promoted “Father
and Son Week,” “Mother and Son Ban
quet,” “Cum Clean” movement, “Go to
College and Stay in School Campaign,
and many other noteworthy acts.
a little miss was hop-
in a lively dance as she
yelled vociferously. “That hurts !”
“You surely don’t think I’m playing
with you, Margaret?” said Miss Tillett as
she wielded the switch around the little
“No’m,” the child screamed, “I don’t
think—I know !”
WHAT THEY SAY
The Twig, Meredith College, Raleigh,
The play I wrote you about was given
Saturday night, and it was awfully good.
State, Carolina, and Wake Forest cer
tainly did their best to make a man out
of one girl. She had on a Carolina belt,
bounded on the North by Wake Forest
trousers and sox, and on the South by
a State shirt and pipe, the latter of
which lent atmosphere not only figura
tively, but literally.
Winston-Salem is to be congratulated
on installing student government in her
school. If she follows Greensboro’s ex
ample she will not be disappointed. Stu
dent government is a valuable addition
to any high school.
Roosevelt News, Roosevelt High, Seat
Did you smile last week? That week
was smile week and according to drug
store advertisements you must clean your
teeth regularly, for beautiful teeth make
beautiful smiles. Smile for seven days,
clean your teeth for seven days, then quit
and follow the crowd in observing some
other kind of week.
The Rambler, Charlotte High School,
Charlotte, N. C.
A love triangle often results in a
wreck-tangle. Prove this by jiroportion.
A loud shrill blast of a whistle sound
ed. People rushed to the railroad track
from every direction, screaming and
shouting. Who had been killed? Cer
tainly somebody was dead; for that whis
tle was the usual signal for such. School
boys and schoolgirls frantically pushed
Paper o’ Pep, Waterloo High School,
The reguar Monday afternoon glee
club practice will not be held Wednes
day night as usual, but Tuesday instead
of Thursday, as was announced last Fri