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HIGH LIFE
Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greensboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Charter
Member
March
1925
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Entered as Second-Class Matter at tbe
Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
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Asst. Bus. Mgr. and Circulation Mgr.
Ed Davant
Associate Editors
Beverly Moore Louis Brooks
Henry Biggs Carlton lYilder
Sport Editors
Paul Wimbisfi Finley Atkisson
Clyde Norcom Margaret Britton
James Clements
Alumni Editor .... Frances IVilliams
Exchange Editor . . Mary Lynn Carlson
Cartoonist Ed Turner
Humor Editor Graham Todd
Typists
Jule Squires Glenn Hackney
Reporters
John M. Brown Nell Thurman
Nancy Clements Helen Shuford
J. D. McNairy Jack Kleemeier
Helen IMiles
Faculty Advisers
Mrs. Mary S. Ashford
Mess Edith Hammond
Miss Mary Harreli,
COPIED CLIPPINGS
fi'hen let’s pack up our grouches and
unpack our smiles. Nobody minds the
smell of moth balls, and they keep bet
ter out of storage anyhow.—Shreveport
m-Lif.
Sins of commission do not interest us
here, but those of omission press
heavily upon our consciousness.—■
Shreveport Hi-Lit.
If you want to get a policeman’s goat
just steal his billy.—C. H. S. Chatter,
Davidsonian.
Bestow honor on some and it leads
to self-betterment; in others it inspires
a selfish desire for more honor.—Forth
Central News, Spokane, Wash.
If you -would be beautiful, think
beauty. Drink in the beauties of na
ture. Saturate your soul with beauty,
and some of it will work out in your
tace.—The Echo, Salisbury High School.
TIDBITS
Isn’t the Christmas influence won
derful? Even the little devils turned
to angels for the occasion. Oh, “chucks,”
laugh!
The Junior-Senior seems to have been
quite a fete. The reports deem it quite
a swell affair.
Our principal was dissipating last
week. He was all dressed up and one
girl told him he certainly did look
pretty!
This may look like a funny paper,
but it really isn’t. We’re just getting
rash and spending lots of our thousand
for cuts.
HIGH LIFE
8. And there ■were in the same coun
try shepherds abiding in the field, keep
ing watch over their flock by night.
9. And, lo, the angel of the Lord
came to them, and the glory of the Lord
cam,e upon them, and the glory of the
Lord shone round about them; and
they tverc sore afraid.
10. And the angel said unto them.
Fear not; for, behold, I bring you good
tidings of great joy, which shall be to
all people.
11. For unto you is born this day in
the city of David a Saviour, which is
Christ the Lord.
12. And tlTis shall be a sign unto you;
Ye shall find the babe tcrapped in
sivaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
13. And suddenly there was with the
angel a multitude of the heavenly host
praising God and saying,
14. Glory to God in the highest, and
on earth peace, good toill toward men.
—Luke 2 ;8-14.
The Act of Giving
First in our thought at this Christ
mas season is the giving and receiv
ing of gifts. This is a beautiful cus
tom and brings much happiness. Un
fortunately, a great many people wholly
misunderstand the real art of giving,
and thus cheapen the spirit which
should characterize the birthday of
Christ. To give in the right way re
quires tact and understanding. The
value of a gift depends not on its size
or money value, but on the way it is
given and the spirit behind it. One gift
recorded in the Bible is only a widow’s
mite, but the love behind it made it
more than all other gifts. We have all
experienced the thrill that comes from
unselfish giving and the consciousness
of having made someone happy.
There is no more beautiful and true
expression of real giving than that
which Lowell gives us in his “Yision
of Sir Launfall” :
“Not what we give, but what Ave share,
For the gift Avithout this given is bare;
Who gives himself Avith his alms feeds
three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and
Christmas Is Here
’Tis Christmas time.
And in every clime
The people rejoice Avith singing.
And every ear
Is strained to hear
The message the bells are bringing.
So let us be gay
On Christmas day,
^Ind think not of sorroAvs gone by,
Close past histories.
Unfold neAV mysteries
Of peace that AA'ill not die.
Ruth Simpson.
A Necessary Ingredient
me.
Christmas
SnoAA’-AA’liite hills against the gray.
Peasants, kneeling Ioav to pray.
Silent lamp-lightet villages
Gleaming along the siioaaa way.
Dainty Avreaths and candles gleam
In the city street;
Happy voices everyAvhere
Echoing clear and SAveet.
Some of these gifts AA’ere quite char
acteristic; they caused many good
laughs. Santa Claus doesn’t realize
hoAv much joy he brought.
SilA’er stars are shining bright.
Giving forth a holy light.
Telling us of Christmas night.
And the birth of Jesus Christ.
Ernest Scarboro.
Y^ou can ahvays find somebody who
knoAvs more than you do; if you don’t
believe it, ask somebody.
The Spirit of Christmas
A striking fact Avas brought out by
a local minister in a recent sermon, a
fact AAdiich is all too true, and a thing
Avhich, if it continues, Avill eventually
destroy the beauty and significance of
that most loved festival—Christmas. It
is an ingongruous thing, but the fact
remains that the Spirit of Christ is
more than often left out of the cele
bration of His birhday.
In place of The Man of Calvary Ave
liaA^-e subsituted a mythological figure,
Avho in himself is in every respect ap
propriate, but Avho, if permitted to dis
place Christ, is an intruder. In a Avay
the Spirit of Jesus and the Spirit of
Santa Claus are identical. They are
both symbolic of generosity and good
felloAvship, both represent a Avholesome
joy.
HoAvever, if the Spirit of Santa Claus
represent pleasure of a corrupt nature,
or generosity because it brings a return
greater than the output, it then becomes
a thing distinctly removed from the
Spirit of Christ, the true Spirit of
Christmas, which in reality is naught
but commemoration of the birth of the
Savior, Who came, taught, and gave
His life that others might more fully
enjoy life.
There has come to our attention re
cently a lack of something AAfliich Ave
believe to be of incalculable value in
all branches of activity in Avhich a plu
rality of people are engaged. It is a
thing Avithout Avhich team Avork is im
possible, a thing indispensable to mod
ern cmlization—Sportsmanship.
When tAA'o of our great Northern col
leges clashed on the gridiron this fall
they displayed such a lack of sports
manship that they afteiuvards seA’ered
relations of years’ standing. A defi
ciency in the same invaluable element
Avas shOAA’ii Avhen the spectators at a
game plaj ed at one of the local negro
institutions threatened the life of the
referee, avIio, according to a capable
Avitness, rendered a just decision. The
same chaotic spirit entered into one
game played betAveen the locals and a
neighboi ing school, though with much
less serious results.
It is this thing, this lack of sports
manship, this disregard for the rights
and ability of others, Avhich, Avhether on
the gridiron, in the journalistic field, or
in any other branch of activity, makes
co-operation impossible, brings about a
feeling of hatred among those AVho
should be on the most amicable terms,
and generally retards progress and
achievement.
December 22, 1926
Hastily Hebe
The men whom Ave call “able” are con
stantly on the alert, looking for hard
‘ things to accomplish.
Because there are men who realize
the importance of sportsmanship, who
know that it is a necessary requisite
of modern social and business relations,
a tri-city banquet was held last
Wednesday to discuss these problems,
and to strive to bring about a better
relation betAA-ieen them.
'fi’Avas Christmas eve at flA'e o’clock;
JTie bell Avas still as night,
fi’he children they had left the school
’The day before, that’s right.
’filie spirit of the Christmas-time
Descended from above,
And every stone and portrait
Felt life, and lived and loved.
The picture of the Indian boy
That hangs beside the clock
Was made to live so that he might
Each door and AvindoAV lock.
When safely shut Avithin the Avails
■ Of dear old G. H. S.
Such jollying those people made^
ITie kind you’d never guess.
A small fir tree from the teacherage
yard
Was cut and brought right in.
By Hebe Avho at any time
Could make herself not seen.
The tree Avas dressed in colors bright,
And “play-like” gifts Avere round it
laid
When someone voiced a sentiment.
“Let's sing and dance some iioat,”
she said.
When suddenly a tinkling bell
Without Avas heard; also
The patting of the reindeer feet
That touched the roof through
SnOAAL
They bounded dOAvn to the furnace
room
To see Avhat they had heard,
And to their sheer amazement
There came Santa’s sooty beard.
“Heigh-ho, my lads and lassies,”
He shouted in gleeful mirth.
“Do you recall that on this day
Our Christ did bless the earth?”
“In a little manger in Bethlehem
He lay on the first Christmas Day,
All Avrapped in sAvaddling clothes
And for His head the hay.
“And the Avise men from the East
did come
The Christ-Child there to see.
And gifts they brought Him so
His servants they might be.
“So the gift idea Avas started
With the birth of Him
Who Avas a gift to the AAmrld Llimself,
That salvation He might bring.
“Through all these years the custom
Has come doAvn from man to
man.
The custom that at Christmas-time
To giA-e Avhate’er you can.
“It‘s the quality of the gift,
Not the quantity that counts,
But only this: AA’hat spirit in the
GiA^er’s heart surmounts.
“So that to no small boy or girl
I’ll disappointment bring,
I ask you iioaa' to join me.
And AATiit to dance and sing.”
“Yes, gladly'- aaTII Ave go to leave
At every house and home
SAveet joys and toys and Christmai
cheer
That Avith Christmas inornim
come.”
And out-of-doors they filed in \
To fill old Santa’s sleigh;
The reindeer through the sn(
prance
As they AA’ent on their Avay.
~B. E
Miss Tillett happened to be i
me one day and I saAV the aboV(
on a stack of her papers. Thai
I visited her session room and s
it for the public. Since it tells
of my^ Christmas experiences,
not relate anything more. Bu
AA ant to AA'ish each and CA’ery
a very Merry Christmas and a
NeAV Year!
tiastily,