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Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of tbe Greensboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Chabter
Member
March
1925
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
JUNIOR STAFF
Editor-in-Chief
Managing Editor Bill Latnam
Business Manager Eugene Curtis
Associate Editors
Mary Leet Underwood Edward Michaels Mary Long Benbow
Albert Lindy Ella Mae Barbour
Assistant Editors
Bill Tranter Lottie Wall Elizabeth Wood Louis Brooks
Art Editor
William Troxell
Typists
Nancee Hay Virginia Shelton Elizabeth Bray Ruth McQuaige
Theresa Marks Etiole Kirkman
Reporters
Linda Gorrell Ruth Laughlin Emma Mims Orane Postlewait
Virginia Wade Joe Coyle Claire Hartsook Catherine Lambe
Kate Woodburn Lee Smith Bill Spradlin Ruth Mendenhall
Conally Guerrant Frances Sullivan
Faculty Advisers
Miss Nell Chilton Miss Julia Searcy Mr. C. W. Phillips Miss Amy Caldwell
♦V-
A Strong Cable
It has been said that habit is a cable, a thread of which we weave
each day, till at length we cannot break it if we would. This we admit
is true in the case of courtesy. If v^e have not yet arrayed ourselves
with the best possible manners, it is a late time to start, but ‘‘better
late than never.”
Upon being introduced to some one we make an impression—an
everlasting one. To one who has been reared in a home of culture,
good manners go hand in hand with life. The more unfortunate
youth must seek to acquire ease in manners.
By habit our character is made. If we intend to mould our characters
into strength and beauty, it is necessary that we make an early
beginning. While our characters are still in the moulding, we can
endeavor whole-heartedly to attain that which is coveted by many
—good manners.
I Marching On
In conversing with teachers and in scanning previous records in
High Life, we find within the past eight years Greensboro High has
improved in many ways. There are no outward signs, such as a new
building, the promise of 1920, or an athletic field; but in interest and
advancement the school has not been lacking.
In 1920 there were no publications at G. H. S. It was in that year
that High Life was founded, and four years later Homespun made its
appearance. This semester a creative English class has been offered
the students, and from now on will be a regular course. Two journalism
classes are now open to those interested in journalistic work. In these
we consider invaluable steps have been taken.
For the first time in several years the debaters of this school won
the Aycock Memorial cup in 1927. We would attribute this attainment
to the constant willingness of the debating coaches and the faithful
work of the candidates.
In 1922 a student government was organized with certain power
vested in the Student Council. Since then it has grown in organization
and in purpose. This year handbooks have been published by the
council and have been valuable guides to the new students especially.
The council now plans to reorganize, using a preferred method of
organization as pointed out at the Charlotte state-wide student
government convention.
A mere session room was the only library Greensboro High had in
1925. This could hardly accommodate and satisfy the needs of the
students. Today we have a library that ranks among the first in
the state.
We can hardly realize the possibilities that lie within one day, much
less a year. Yet when we scan records of the past years we can see
that much has been attained. There is still more waiting the rising
classes. The seniors will have a small part, but a great part is assigned
to us. We have records to make.
Ye Faithful
Another year draws to a close. We may look back and see that
many plans have failed, while some have been accomplished. Shall
we not make next year count for more?
This is our junior year. We should by this time realize the things
in life that are worthwhile. “What we are to be we are now becom
ing. ’ ’ The things we do and what we think are stamping an everlasting
impression upon our lives. If we are to serve humanity we must
prepare ourselves now. If we’re capable, we’ll soon find our places
in the world, for real worth always finds its true place at length.
Since 1925 the music department of
Greensboro High has staged a light
opera as a culmination of each year’s
work. “The Belle of Barcelona’’ was
the first of such performances, and last
year “The Pirates of Penzance’’ proved
as entertaining as the previous one.
This year the music department, spon
soring the “Purple and Gold Review,”
proposes to present the “Mikado,” a
Japanese opera in two acts, by Gilbert
and Sullivan.
Through such productions the direc
tors can more definitely discern the
talents and abilities of the music-loving
students. Greensboro High is not the
only school which is attempting such
work. Danville High is undertaking a
like production in order to secure funds
for athletics.
In 1855 eight operas by Gilbert and
Sullivan had been produced. Gilbert,
who in his earliest days had contended
that “it may be funny to sit down in
a pork pie, but you don’t have to sit
down in a pork pie in order to be
funny,” had abundantly proved his
point.
But now, in the early days of 1885 it
was rumored that Gilbert and Sullivan
had tired of nonsense and were about
to produce a serious piece. On the
opening night of “The Mikado” the au
dience was apprehensive, but the first
ten minutes reassured them. At the ap
pointment of Ko-Ko as Lord High Exe
cutioner because
“Who’s next to be decapitated
Cannot cut off another head
Until he’s cut his own off,”
the bans settled back contentedly in
their seats.
Gilbert says that a Japanese exe
cutioner’s sword which hung on the
wall of his library first gave him the
notion of “The Mikado.” No doubt, too,
his imagination had been fired by the
fact that a colony of Japanese had re
cently settled in Knightsbridge, a sec
tion of London, and having retained
their picturesque native costumes, had
been the observed of all observers.
Shortly before his deathdn 1911 Gil
bert was asked to write a version of
“The Mikado” for children. And the
delightful retelling of the story proved
to be his last literary work.
Wise. CiRAC\cS
vPuM'B-Be.wu
MY APPETITE
When I sit down to eat at the table
around home my brothers start run
ning to the kitchen to see if there is
any more grub. They are all afraid
my erroneous appetite will do away
with everything. That’s what one of
’em said anywajq and another said I
ate superfluously.
But when they use these big words
on me I think they mean my appetite
is getting poor. So I light in and get
some more to eat. The other half
dozen or two dozen and a half brothers
don‘t say anything because they’re
looking out for a great futurity. Even
if they don’t get indigestion from
over-eating.
But I get mine when it comes to
sleeping, because I’ll have to stand up
in a corner all night. I do this to
grow tall, although I haven’t ever
started on account of my indigestion.
Then the next day I’ll have to sleep in
school, as all my teachers can testify.
“If you don’t see the joke, laugh the
first time anyway. Then you won’t
have to read it over again and yet
see there isn’t any joke at all.”
There are always class officers.
Every one, though, cannot be selected
to fill offices of importance and respon
sibility. The president alone cannot
accomplish much but with co-operative
classmates his every goal can be at
tained.
We have not chosen those with the
highest honors and best known among
us, but we desire to mention those who
always are dependable and co-operative
in every step we take.
“The keen spirit seizes the prompt
occasion,” we consider characteristic of
Elizabeth Bray. In her high school ca
reer Elizabeth has taken part in the
varied activities of school life. This is
true not only in athletics, but in class
work, too. Before the semester ends
she will be wear a monogram for at
tainment in athletics. At present she
wears a star, significant of honorarj'
class work.
“As constant as the stars,” seems
significant of Margaret Murchison.
We've found this true every since Mar
garet entered G. H. S. In everj' task
assigned she hasjiiot been wanting, but
alwaj’s her fidelity is like the “rays of
heaven shining through.”
Of Nancee Hay we would say with
Lowell, “You have a wise sincerity.”
Through her three years of high school
Nancee has proven her true worth. In
every phase of work she lends her
hearty support and loyal co-operation.
. JUNIORS WIN AGAIN
High Life is indebted to Thelma
Floyd, junior in 1920, for its name.
When it was decided to have the paper,
the editorial staff offered a year's sub
scription to the person sulmiitting the
best name. As the staff felt that High
Life was such an appropriate one, it
decided to give the winner a subscrip
tion for two years.
We found this fact in the first issue
of High Life. If time had permitted,
we could doubtless have found more
juniors of renown.
TRIALS OF AN EDITOR
Typographical errors and mistakes
often seem extraordinarily funny to the
great reading public, but in the office
where they occur they seem more like
tragedies. An editor, in an elaborate
report of a Jewish wedding, once said
that the happy pair were followed
closely down the aisle by the officiating
rabbit. That seemed very funny to the
light-minded, but it did not seem funny
to him, especially when the bride's
father came to see him about it.
Errors are seemingly unavoidable. At
least we find it true in gathering ma
terial for print. When a name is mis
spelled or omitted we considau it ■ a
similar tragedy, even if the slighted
one does not seek vengeance. So we
ask that in reading High Life you may
not think lightly of the errors but know
that we have attempted to give the
correct facts.
The eleventh hour of the average
high school student is spent in many
different ways, but it is a matter of
speculation whether it is always spent
all work and no play makes Johnny a
in the most profitable way. Of course
dull boy, but the opposite is also true.
Why not give some of our teachers a
surprise and change some of our bad
habits by cultivating worthwhile ones?
—The Dormont Hi-Life, PittsMrgh, Pa.
Junior Jingles
As this is the “alpha” of our edi
torial attempts, we feel that we should
first make a confession and then ex
press our hope. Our confession,
frankly, is this: We really don’t know
what it’s all about.
Not knowing the ropes, we must
prate along for a while expressing our
opinions as best we can. Perhaps we’ll
please you; perhaps we will not; but
we hope we'll give you something to
think about until we get used to this
sort of thing. Now we only have time
enough to express our hopes for the
future.
It’s our earnest desire that, when we
reach the “omega,” we shall have added
something, however small, to the good
work done by our predecessors. The
example they have set has been a most
excellent one and, realizing this to be
true, we are aware that our goal is a
high one. The attainment of our goal
will be a distinction we shall always
treasure.
From “hello” to “good-bye,” “alpha”
to “omega,” we ask that all you who
may read this page will criticise, sym
pathize, and compliment us as you feel
we deserve.
JOLLY JUNIORS
Oh, we are Jolly Juniors
Of dear old G. H .S.,
And we study, study, study.
Along with all the rest.
Oh, the Seniors recite with dignity,
And the Freshmen recite so shy.
And the Sophs recite with timidity,
But when ire recite, the praises fly.
The Seniors think they are the stuff.
Us Juniors know it, more or less.
The Sophs get by with great big bluff.
And the Freshies think about their
dress.
We knew we’d pass our English,
But oh, how sad to state.
We didn’t quite get by with it,
We just made sixty-eight.
HAIL! HAIL!
Juniors, Juniors,
That’s our name.
Join our line
And “play the game.”
IGNORANCE IS BLISS
What ?—Junior-Senior.
When?—Can’t tell.
Where?—A secret.
The seniors, our acknowledged su
periors, are supposed to know a little
about everything. We seriously doubt
the truth of this statement. We’ll
admit they know something, but not
everything. They are lacking in
knowledge of the Junior-Senior and we
refuse to divulge any of the facts.
Don't think, though, that it’s an April
fool. Y e’re working, so “it won’t be
long now.”
EASTER
“The air is like a butterfly
Y"ith frail, blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.”
The world awaits the first touch of
spring, whether it be the bluebird or
flower. YTth the new birth of Mother
Nature s children we are confident that
spring has come. Much more are we
assured of this fact when the heart is
thrilled and vibrating with the knowl
edge that the sleeping earth awakes.
More evident is the fact when the
earth looks hapiiy and seems to sing
“Happy Easter Time.”
His name was YTllie Y^ood,
Her name was Susie Glue,
He pressed her to his heart and said,
“My dear, I'm stuck on vou.”
There’s Work to Be Done
Y^hen the final test has been written,
And there’s no more home work as
signed,
Y hen the last reports have been given.
And school has been left behind.
Ye shall rest, and, faith, we shall
need it;
Just sleep for a month or two.
Till the coming of September
Shall put us to work anew.
—The Orange and White, Orlando, Fla.