Friday, March 26, 1926
Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greexsboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the
Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
M A X AGE JIE X r
Dick Burroughs . . . Editor-in-Chief
Clyde Conrad - D.s-.vf. Editor-in-Chief
John M. Brown I,ouise Thacker
Sadie Sharp Jack Kleemeir
Ed Turner . Cartoon
Elizabeth Campbell Fannie Rockwell
Elizabeth Rockwell Hilda Smith
Sarah Ferguson Helen Miles
Margaret Pender Margaret Blaylock
Russell Whittemore Charles Root
James Stuart Marian Geoghegan
Mary I^ee Underwood Ruth Lewis
Katherine Xowell Margaret Brittani
Mary Ixe Causey
Mrs. Kenneth Brim Miss Mary Wheeler
Miss Elizabeth Jefferies
Mrs. Mary S. Ashford
High aims from high characters, and
great objects bring out great minds.
—Oirls’ Weekly, Nashville, Tenn.
People do not lack strength: they
lack will.—Pine Whispers. Winston-
Salem, N. C.
I>et another praise thee, and not thine
own mouth; a stranger, and not thine
Fools learn from wise men, but wise
men learn much from fools. — Kind
Words, Nashville, Tenn.
Gastonia may have had a better foot
ball team than we, but out newspaper
and magazine surely came out on top.
If one falls in love and feels inclined
to write poetry Miss Wheeler will be
glad -to get the poems.
It we keep on old “Sophs” we may
also get a trip to New York (when we
Thanks “Bobby”, “Lindsay I.ou” gave
us a grand start. Look at us now.
Whom do we appreciate? Joseph M.
Fifteen rahs for “His Majesty the
Queen”—Captain George Pease of the
Varsity Football Team of Columbia
Thanks to Mr. Waterman for the
fountain pens by which we may become
There is one man in America who
has a vision for the high school press.
A dreamer, but a doer also. That's Mr.
At Easter time the dead world is
granted a new lease of life by God. For
long months the world has been dead,
buried under the snow and ice, while
the cold winds howl mournfully over it.
Then comes Easter, God’s herald of a
new life of sunshine, warmth, green
grasses, blooming flowers, and budding
Nature and human nature are alike.
Both take on a new life. The trees bud
in beautiful colors as the sap flows
l'.r.;ugli the boughs thereby reflecting
d'.e new life of nature. Humans also
sliow forth beautiful colors as they find
the new life of Jesus Christ. Their
faces are kindly, beaming with joy and
goodwill to U'.eir fellow-men; thej' see
tlie work of Christ in everything.
Some wise fellow once made the re
mark that the hand of God was in
everything. It was the truest thing ever
. aid. At Eaester time, God sends His
angels down from Heaven at night while
.11 are asleeji to paint the trees and flow
ers in colors never equaled by men, and
if we would listen closely we would hear
a prayer of gratitude among the whis
pering boughs carried away on the wings
oi the wind up into Heaven.
.'Vt Easter time the human inhabi-
vaius of the earth dress in their most
oeautiful colors, and go to church to
pray to God and thank him for Llieir
Redeemer, and for the blessings He has
Oestowed upon them.
Christ appreciates man for remember
ing Him thus. He loves the beauty that
He lias put in the common-place things
of nature; He loves the colorful adorn
ments and raiment in which the people
nave bedecked themselves in honor of
ihis day commemorating His sacrifice
and victory that brought, to the heart
of man, peace; but He loves most of all
ihose hearts clothed in that beauty of
lioliness, peace and Christlikeness as they
pray their simple prayers of love and
appreciation, for, “Man looketh on the
outward ajipearance, but the Lord look-
etli on the heart.”
Easter is the oldest holiday the
world has. It was first observed as the
oegmmng of spring and a large ceiebra-
cion was held every year. The people
rejoiced and banqueted for many days.
jLIso this holiday was a signal for the
Lime to sow grain and plant seeds.
Later the Jews observed this time as
Lhe "Passover Feast”. It is still ob-
ocrved by them today.
All of the Christian world observes
Lsaster as the resurrection of Jesus
Ciirist. In the ancient Church the cele-
oration lasted eight or nine days. This
was the greatest festival of the year;
the fasting of Lent was over, and the
people could eat plentifully and joy
the word “Easter is probably de
rived from the Anglo-Saxon- word
ti,astre, a goddess of spring and light,
rvc tliis season the celebrations were
held in honor of lier. ihe Church de
cided to call the resurrection of Christ
"Easter', because the resurrection oc
curred about the same time as the old
For several years the Church did not
Know exactly what time to observe
v.asier; therefore, at a meeting held at
A ice, France, it was decided that blaster
oliould come on the first Sunday after the
iirst full moon after the twenty-first of
March (the twenty-first of March is
the Vernal Equinox) ?
A number of customs have been hand
ed down from generation to generation
which are now connected with Easter
as much as the more reverential side.
Among some of the better known cus
toms are: the hare bringing brightly col
ored eggs to the children, the hare com
ing as a sign of warm weather; and the
dyeing of eggs, signifying the resurrec
tion. Formerly on Easter day when two
people met, one said, “He is risen,” and
the other replied, “He is risen indeed.”
Spring fever! AVbat an expression,!
when one is just recovering from the
shrivery breath of winter and begin
ning to feel the warm essence of spring
creep into his being, filling him with the
ambition to do bigger and higher things
during the coming year; when one is
.triving with his might and main to up-
liold the right as he sees it. The balmy,
quiet air of spring fills one with
thankfulness that he is able and willing
o do anything to help his fellow mor
al ;. The buds are peejiing from the
trees and seem to nod a bright assur
ance to a world breaking from the icy
grip of winter; the birds blend their
notes to the sounds of an awakening-
“No,” one is inclined to say, as he gazes
at ihe beautiful green landscapes and
die azure sky above, “there is no such
filing as spring fever.”
How we looked up to the Sojihomores
when we were but Freshmen. Now we
are the much-desired class and feel very
important for we have the position in
our barn that the Seniors occupy in
file main building. We can not help
feeling our importance, when we are
even chosen to be in jilays with Juniors
and Seniors, and other such things. Ah,
lie school fully realizes that were it not
for us, the system would fall flat I
We have just come from the baby class
and are entering the grown-up one. No
longer will upper-lassmen look at us
as if we were so many worms, and say,
■‘Freshmen,” “Baby,” “Go back to your
nursery, honey,” and the like. The peo-
-fie that said such things a short while
ago, and hardly disigned to look upon
us, even speak to us now.
We of course sympathize with the
Freshmen, for but a short while ago
we were going through their many
trials and tribulations; such as, getting
periods mixed, going to wrong rooms,
a.nd the like. Now that we are Sopho
mores we must help the Freshmen out.
Though we are only Sophomores
And stay in Barn C,
We feel as big as Seniors
And are as happy as can be--
When we meet an upper-classman
In room or in the hall.
We “holler” out, “Hi, there,”
And we are not bashful at all.
If the Seniors feel important
Like they own all G. H. S.,
Just wait ’till we’re Seniors
Will we feel important? well I guess!
Joseph M. Murphy
High school publications have ad
vanced in the past few years from per
haps a score of dull, uninteresting little
papers to a point where practically every
.own of any size in the country has a
high school newspaper or magazine, or
bolh. Not only haves they increasea
many fold in number, but their quality
has become such that newspaper and
magazine men all over the country, in
cluding the foremost editors and pub
lishers of the day, have praised them in
the highest of terms.
To one man perhaps more than to any
other is this progress to be attributed
Joseph M. Murphy, secretary of the Co
lumbia Interscholaslic Press Association,
has, through the Association and the
School Review, which it publishes, great
ly stimulated interest in high school pub
lications all over the country. He has
given a large portion of his time and
By Clydi: Coxkad
Morning hush and springtime fragrance—Sabbath sun dispels night’s gloom,
Mary with her jar of incense hurries to her Savior’s tomb.
There a white robed angel on the rock he’s rolled away.
Tells that I^ife has been crowned victor and o’er tomb and death holds sway.
‘Fear not,” says he, “Fear not, -woman. He is risen from the dead.
Go and tell the -world the message that the tomb is not his bed.”
energy to the Association and its work,
from which he has received not a bit
of material reward. His only compen
sation has been spiritual.
Mr. Murphy is an instructor at Blun
ter College, .ind at the same time is tak
ing a post-graduate course at Columbia
University. He is one of those men who
are cax^able of dreaming great things,
and through his limitless energy^ and his
own hard work, of making these dreams
'two years ago he had a vision for the
jiossibfiities of high school iiublications
and of the great field that was open to
hem. Acting solely on his own initia
tive, he founded the C. I. P. A., and
since lias be-en tlie jirincijial factor in
its phenomenal growth. Through it his
vision has been realized and is taking on
greater projiortions with each passing
Mr. Murphy is one of the only too
small class of men to whom the satis
faction of having helped yiromote some
great work is of far more imiiortance
than material gain. Whatever the future
may hold for high school jiublications
(and today their prospects look brighter
chan ever before) a large amount of
their success will be due to the founda
tion already laid by Jose^ih M. Murphy.
A PIECE OF PAPER
Say, have you heard the news?”
“No, what is it?”
“I’ll say, that is good.”
“What are you grinning about?”
These were the comments and exclama
tions from the sixth period lunchers. Mr.
Phillips came out of the new building
with a yellow' sliji and broke the news to
a small group laughing in front. What
news? The news, that High Llfe and
Homespun won first place in the na
tional contest of school publications, of
course. This news spread like light
ning and wfithin ten minutes everyone in
school knew it.
As Homespun is our first magazine we
are exceedingly proud of the faithful
staff. We are also proud of High Llfe.
though this is not the first time it has
been prize-winner, for last year it was
awarded second place.
Now, everyone in G. H. S., lets give
three cheers for both staffs, and their
The Parent-Teacher meetings, held
once a month in the high school, reap
great benefits for the parents. Here
they become acquainted with the teach
ers and school authorities. A natural
interest is aroused in this way, and
lasting friendshijis are often formed be
tween the parents and teachers.
The student does not always realize
that he should keep his parents informed
of his progress in school. Only by these
meetings are the parents enabled to learn
such things from an interested teacher,
for truly no one is more interested in
the work of rhe student tiian the teacher.
Occasionally misunderstandings exist
between the school authorities and par
ents through inattention on the jiart of
the child. At these meetings such mis
understandings are freely discussed and
Here the parents become enthusiastic
as to banquets, jilays, athletics, labora
tory work in science, cooking, dramatics,
the teachers, club activities and the gen
eral welfare of the students. Then do
the school activities go sailing along.
Last of all, but not least, comes that
undying interest in the student’s work
that is here instilled in the hearts of the
parents. When the hand that guides the
child is sjiurred onward by interest, the
child will attain bigger and better things
throughout his school work.
The flakes of snow fell gracefully from
the sky on March 11 and covered G. H.
S.’s campus with a white blanket. A
stranger appeared on the campus with
a straw hat and no overcoat while every
one else was luxuriously bound up in
winter clothing. Some had the nerve to
scorn him while others pitied him, as
for myself, 1 would have gladly given
him my coat he looked so cold and lonely.
As the sun came out later in the day, I
seemed to see tears streaming down from
those poor beady eyes. Maybe the tears
were a sign of thankfulness and glad
ness, or maybe sorrow, who knows?
For three days this stranger stuck
faithfully by, but finally welted away
under the jeers of the boys and bright
rays of the sun, for he was only a snow
man, you see.