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HIGH LIFE
April 8, 1927
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HIGH LIFE
Tublished Bi-Weekly by the Students ol
i The Greensboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of '21
Charter
Member
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March
1925
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the
Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
Staff for Freshman Issue of
High Life
Ediior-in-Chief .... Leila George Cram
'Business Manager .... Harold Steed
Ass't Bus. Mgr. . . Leonard Fauleoner
■ ‘ Associate Editors
Margaret Kernodle Irene Dorsett
Elizabeth Sockwell Grace Curtis
8po7't Editors
Jack Ferguson Jane Stockard
Art Editors
Bob Gerard Clay Turner
Reporters
Douglas Cartlaud Gwendolyn Head
Kate Wilkins Lenora Walker
Faculty Adviser
. Miss Mae Bush
COPIED CLIPPINGS
-Students, observe this—boost your
orchestra and give them their just due.
Orange and Black, Gilbert, Minn.
Now that spring is here don’t let;
dO'wn on your studies. Here is your
chance to" come to the fore scholastical-
,Iy while the others are becoming sub
jected to this laziness. Let’s not be
satistied'with just passing. Keep up
that record.—Orange and Black, Gil
bert, Minn.
Ilotheadedly honest people may stir
up a hornet’s nest to no purpose, but
that’s forgiven. It’s only the hypocrites
..who are despised forever.—Orange and
White, Orlando, Fla.
The world deals good-naturedly with
good-iiatured people.—William Make
peace Thackeray, Al-8o-Hi, Elmira,
N. Y. , ,
The athlete who carries his school’s
athletic reputation on his shoulders
carries also a great responsibility. His
is the torch of Honesty to hold high;
his, the lami) of Sportsmanship.—
Mount Airy High Spots, Mount Airy.
Success lies, not in achieving what
you aim at, but in aiming at what you
ought to achieve, and pressing forward,
sure of achievement, here or hereafter.
—Horton.
Ideals are like stars; you will not
succeed in touching them with your
hands, but, like the seafaring man on
the desert of waters, you choose them
as your guides, and follo\ving them, you
reach your destiny.—Garl Schurz, in
Smile-A-While, Glenmora, Louisiana,
TIDBITS
Evidences of Spring: Red, blue, and
green skeeters; easter-egg-yellow dress
es; display of purple and white and
gold in stores; and general tendency
to be lax in duties and work at G. H. S.
The school authorities are getting
too attentive—^they’ve even put a sand-
pile in Mr. Sherrill’s yard for the fresh
men.
The freshman wishes he was a senior,
and the senior would gladly exchange
places with him when the time comes
to measure for caps and gowns—sign
your full name for the annual.
Green Things
Spring has arrived I iVmong the first
signs of spring is the pianter. Here in
G. H. S. the seasons must be mixed for
twice a year, no matter whether it's
fall or winter, a new crop is planted.
Just two months ago we sowed nearly
two hundred freshmen. A car load
of grammar seeds were scattered here
last fall.
The funniest part of it is that Mr.
Charlie and Miss Fannie Starr don’t
seem to realize the difference in sea
sons. The very idea of planting such
tender sprouts as they did at the time
of our last big snow!
We are really hot-house plants, but
they let us out every fifty minutes for
a little fresh air.
We have a great opportunity for
growing. Planted in fertile soil, get
ting plenty of fresh air, plenty of food,
and rain, we are going to be the green
est green greens that ever grew, and,
planted so deep, we are bound to grow
upward.
Thank You!
We, the freshman class, wish to ex
press our sincere thanks for this chance
to show our journalistic talent. The
freshmen have been delighted with this
opportunity to display things of class
interest, and have worked with unusual
vigor to produce a readable issue. Es
pecially are we grateful to Betty Brown,
editor-in-chief, who has made it possi
ble for us to show our “nose for news;’’
Mrs. M. S. Ashford, who has labored
greatly in helping us make up the
paper, and Miss Mae Bush, the fresh
man faculty adviser. We hope that we
shall prove worthy of the confidence
bestowed upon us.
Are We Ready?
It is with great expectations that the
students of Greensboro High School
await the erection of a new high school
building. For years we have been hop
ing for one, and at last it is in sight!
Could we take care of it if we had
one? It seems that we can not care
for the one we have. Look at the
walls, marks, holes, ink splashes, pic
tures, verses, and numerous other
things. Look at the grounds, with the
banks trampled and papers strewn
around. It seems that no one cares.
Look at the chairs in the auditorium,
broken, scratched and dislodged from
the floor.
We need a new building badly; this
one is not only overcrowded, but is
getting old. It leaks. It hasn’t proper
lighting, nor the best of ventilation, but
how can a new building be considered
when we treat this one the way we do?
We may think we are ready for a new
building, but are we?
The Easter Season
Although the single day called Eas
ter is many days ahead, still there is a
feeling, a general tendency of new birth
in the world even now. The birds have
come from their winter haunts, flowers
have awakened, and youth is alive to
the outside world and its opportunities
once more. All nature echoes that
“Spring is come.”
’Tis the season of joy anew, of life
again, of spirits awakened, which are
not merely confined to the one morning
called Easter.
A FEW THINGS WE WOULD LIKE
TO SEE
A new board walk.
A school clock that would keep the
correct time.
Less “D's” and more “A’s.”
Nobody late to class.
Steps guaranteed to catch anyone
who falls.
Everyone getting a half holiday.
Note—We would like an elevator in
the new building.
If we dared, we would ask for a
new high .school.
EARLY IMPRESSIONS
Miss Mitchell said the schedules
were all right, but I haven’t gotten in
the right place yet. Just then I went
blundering into a French class full of
seniors thinking it was Latin 1.
“You’re no worse off than I,” came
the complaint of one of my friends.
“Somehow or other, I got mixed up in
a bunch of those stuck-up sophomores
and if looks could kill, whew! I’d be in
my grave now.”
“I’ve got Miss LeRoy for Science and
she told us right off the but what a
vacuum is. Said Ernest Hunt’s head
was a good example.”
“I’m afraid these poor boys in our
class are going to get killed, but they
need it.”
“Somebody tell me where A2 is. I'm
absolutely lost.”
“You know they tell me that the5^
have barns and chicken houses over
here. I don’t see why they couldn’t
just as well buy milk and eggs.”
“I’m hungry. I went in the lunch
room and a sophomore told me to sit
down and wait a minutes, that some
one would come and wait on me. I did,
but everybody must have been busy,
because nobody came. I didn’t get any
lunch.”
A MODEL FRESHMAN
Irene Dorsett’s enthusiasm.
Mildred Thompson’s hair.
Meredith AVatt’s heighth.
“Lib” Sockwell’s brain,
Ann Carson’s lips.
Florence Younger’s eyes.
Jane Stockard’s good sportmanship.
Clara Applewhite’s voice.
Kate Wilkins’ complexion.
Martha Abercrombie’s popularity.
SARAH’S VANITY
(With apologies to “Mary Had a Little
Lamb”)
Sarah had a vanity,
IVith powder white as snow.
And everywhere that Sarah went
That vanity did go.
It went to school with her one day.
That vanity did go.
In Sarah’s hands it did not stay.
But the faces of girls did show.
The teacher saw its powder white
On girls at school that day;
She saw one girl use its powder light.
And took it right away.
Sarah has no vanity.
But soon she’ll get another;
She’ll use it just as steadily;
Tw’ill be as good as the other.
THE MARCH WINDS
The March wind doth blow.
And we shall go slow.
And what shall Miss Hall do then?
Poor thing.
She’ll sit in the barn
And keep herself warm.
And give us Latin on the string.
Poor thing.
The March wind doth blow.
And now we all know.
What the high-browed senior will say.
Poor thing.
He’ll laugh and say.
That he’ll be up and away
By the end of May,
Poor thing.
LITTLE BUT LOUD
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OPEN OPINIONS
Dear Editor:
The Student Council made a rule that
all pupils should go up the right steps
and down the left ones in the new
building. We are beginning to see the
wisdom of this law. Some of our stu
dents are cheerfully abiding by the
regulation, but others still continue to
disobey. Why shouldn’t we as students
of G. H. S. co-operate with our council
in their efforts to improve our present
conditions?
Thelma Oakes.
win. He is doing his level be^t to help
them with their practicing.
Everyone in the band has condenee
in it. If they win it will add apother
fame to the Greensboro High Scjipolv,
A Freshman.
Dear Editor:
I do not think that the dramatic and
debating clubs are appreciated as much I
as they should be. The boys and girls
who go out for athletics receive “G’s”
for their work. I think that the stu
dents taking part in plays and debates
afford just as much pleasure to the
public as athletes do. They also work
as hard and spend as much time prac
ticing. I think that a plan should be
worked out giving the students who are
in plays and debates points towards re
ceiving a “G,” or some other recogni
tion.
Mabel Block.
A WORD TO THE TEACHERS
“Teach the seniors rare.
Teach the juniors fair.
But teach us growing freshmen
With your best of care.”
A freshman named Bill
Went up a hill
To see what he could see.
And on a bench.
Studying her French,
Was a flapper wffio said, “Oui, Oui.”
Dear Editor:
Since the beginning of the Open Opin
ion column, the student body has re
sponded most enthusiastically to the
idea. Nevertheless, the open opinions
do not do as much good as they should.
They are pi-obably read by the whole
student body, but they affect very few.
What is the use of having an opinion
column if the students do not take heed
to the advice given them? I would like
to suggest that the students put into
practice the thoughts received from the
open opinion section.
A Student.
Dear Editor:
The pupils of G. 11. S. have, a bad
habit of leaving waste paper in the
desks where they have classes., Waste
baskets are provided for the disposal
of waste paper. Pupils who have, the
habit of going to the cafetei’ian and
loading their pockets with candy, be
tween periods, usually eat these things
on the sly, and stuff the papers In the
desks. It is distressing when a pupil
returns to his session room after class
and find liis desk littered with candy-
wrappers, small cardboard boxes, and
the like. It seems as if the pupils
might take more pride in their class
rooms. I believe a few suggestions from
the teachers u-ould stop this unneces
sary conduct.
James Strickland.
Dear Editor:
I think that being late for classes
could be done away with if teachers
would not wait until after the bell
rings to make assignments. It could
also be avoided if the pupils would go
straight to their next class room and
not stop to have conversation with
friends. Try these two things and see
if it does not improve.
Burt Eldridge.
Dear Editor:
I would like to congratulate the Stu
dent Council in the big improvement
in our traffic congestion. I find, after
watching students while changing
classes, that there is not as much trip
ping, running, etc., as there was a few
weeks ago. Let’s all co-operate with
the Student Council in enforcing the
traffic rules in the new building.
D. P.
Dear Editor:
The high school band had decided
long ago that they want to win the
state band championship.
They are doing everything possible to
win. They are coming to school at 8
o’clock on Tuesdays and Thursdays to
have plenty of practice. Everyone in
the band has the feeling, “We are going
to win.” These words mean a lot to
the band. If they win they will go to
Chicago to play at the national con
test, They are buying sweaters made
of the high school colors.
Mr. Miller has confidence in the abil
ity of the band, and thinks they will
Dear Editor;
I think the amount of noise during
the lunch periods is entirely unneces
sary, especially in front of the new
building. It is very hard to concentrate
on your lessons when there is a great
deal of noise going on outside. I think
that if the students would think before
they shout and talk so loud it would
be more pleasant in the class rooms.
Mary Mitchell.
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TO A PENCIL
I know not where thou art;
I only know thou wert on my desk.
Peaceful and content, a moment back;
And as I turned my hand
To catch a breath, some heartless
wretch
Went south with thee, I know not who
it was.
Nor shall I investigate;
Perchance it were the guy I stole thee
from.
Editor’’s Note.—Now that this is the
last class issue, I want to express our
thanks to the seniors, juniors, sopho
mores, and freshmen for co-operating
with the regular staff in getting out
these issues of High Life. They have
worked most faithfully and the result
of their labor is the last four copies of
the publication.