April 13, 1928
Published Bi-Weekly by the Students of
The Greensboro High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the
Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
Editor Martha Shuford
Manager Mack Heath
Mary Scott Jones Evelyn Knowles
Lillian Zigler Jane Carlton
Sport Editor Charles Shaffer
Art Editor David Morrah
You Will Like These
The Boifs Life of Ahraham Lincoln—
“Up from log cabin to the capital.”
This book tells of the sorrows and
joys, the disappointments and rewards
that made the great man, Lincoln. It
shows one clearly that life is what we
Master Skylark—John Bennet
The story of the interesting adven
tures of a lad of Shakespeare’s time
who is kidnaped and forced to wander
over England singing. He wins for
himself the name of Master Skylark
with his wonderful voice.
The Story of Mataka—Jordan
Those who like true animal stories
without a human being in it should
not fail to read The Story of Mataka.
This is a short, but strange story of
seals. Like all mothers, Mataka’s
thoughts were on her children.
Mary Ann Nau
Mrs. Edith Robinson
Miss Eleanor Hill
Mr. J. H. Johnson
Mrs. Mary S. Ashford
This is the first time the fresh
men of G. H. S. have had a chance
to show what we can do as a class.
We have tried to put onr best in
this issue, and hope we have made
the regular editors feel proud that
we have had the chance. The fresh
men class wish to thank the High
Life staff for this opportunity and
Some great person once said that
life ceased when man became satis
fied, when ambition was overcome
by a smug self-complacency. Surely
life ceases after ideals are gone;
there is only existence. There is no
half-way mark; man must be pro
gressing, or he slips backward.
A freshman starts out in high
school looking forward to the time
he will be a senior; to the time
when he will graduate. After
graduation a memorable occasion
comes; he is a freshman at college.
Yet, a freshman at college regards
with joy and awe the future, when
he will be a senior and graduate.
During his senior days there creeps
into his heart a longing to be in
the outside world; to do some deed;
to make a name for himself!
If only all of us could keep that
spirit, the looking forward spirit.
If we could, ours would be this
world; ours fame and glory.
Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc
A story of the life of France’s hero
ine, Joan of Arc, told in a simple way
by Joan’s secretary. It is an account
of many battles. This book gives an
insight into the Great Trial and how
unjust it was.
Stevenson has pictured in Kidnapped
a thrilling, exciting, and adventurous
story of a boy on a boat. He was
shipwrecked, landed on an island and
finally got to his friends.
Stickeen is an unusual story of a
small, black, wooly dog, who went on
a trip to Alaska. This stubborn but
faithful animal followed Mr. Muir
everywhere, and surprised him with a
total lack of emotion, which was final
ly overcome by perseverance through
great danger and hardship. With his
keen love of nature, Muir has been
able to write a story that is highly at
tractive to people of all ages.
The Blue Bird—^Maeterlinck
Maeterlinck, in the book. The Blue
Bird, has taught a great lesson of
kindness. The little boy and girl went
on a long travel in search of happi
ness and finally found it in their own
Each sister strove to help the other.
The Light That Failed—Kipling
It was a holiday for the little or
phan children. Two little children, a
boy and a girl, ran alone to the beach
to play. They made a promise and
said that they would belong to each
other forever. One lived up to the
promise, but the other failed.
GETTING OUT A PAPER
Getting out a paper is no picnic. If
we print jokes, folks, say we are silly.
If we don’t, they say we are too seri
ous. If we publish a pupil’s opinion,
we are too liberal. If we publish orig
inal matter, they say we lack variety.
Then, again, if we publish things from
other papers, we are too lazy to write.
If we get up news, we are neglecting
our school work. If we don’t print
all contributions, we show partiality;
or, we don’t appreciate them. Again:
if we do print them, the paper is filled
with junk. I wouldn’t be surprised if
someone suggests that I copied this
from another paper.—1(7. R., in The Tin
Horn, Bethel, N. C.
Preside had a Latin book,
But was lazy as can be.
He did not use his Latin book,
And so he got a “D.”
Little Women is about four sisters
and all their troubles and hardships.
Peter and Wendy—Barrie
The book, Peter and Wendy, is
about a boy named Peter Pan who
lived in “Neverland.” He came to
earth and found a girl named ^Yendy.
He took her there to be his playmate.
Rehecca of Sunnyhrook Farm—IYig-
The story of a girl, living with her
aunts near Milton. A lovable type of
a self-reliant American. Her philoso
phy is one of love and kindness
towards all things; she never gives
Harry has a little dog,
Such a cunning fellow,
lYith a very shaggy coat.
Streaked with white and yellow.
Harry’s dog has shining eyes.
And a nose so funny;
Harry wouldn’t sell his dog
For a mint of money.
Harry’s dog will never bark.
Never bite a stranger;
So he’d be of no account
MTiere there’s any danger.
Harry has a little dog.
Such a cunning fellow!
But his dog is made of tvood.
Painted white and yellow.
IN THE LAND OF JUST SUPPOSE
Just imagine one period passing
without Barrington Root speaking out.
Just imagine Mr. Smith not asking
all the questions to 'SYalter Noah and
Just imagine Yerson Reese being
quiet for one period.
Imagine Alice Grubbs without her
Imagine David Morrah not drawing
cartoons during class.
Imagine Clary Holt not arguing.
Imagine the Holt cousins not con
tradicting each other.
Imagine Foy Gaskins without “Os-
cans.” (His pet snake.)
“SING A SONG OF HIGH SCHOOL’
Sing a song of high school.
An armful of books;
Four and twenty freshmen
All huddled in the nooks!
MTien the doors were opened
And the bells began to ring;
lYas that not a dainty welcome
To make the freshmen sing?
The freshman in the lunchroom.
Counting out his money;
lYonders if his twenty cents
lYill buy him bread and honey?
The seniors in the library.
Checking out the books;
lYhen in comes freshie
lYith many wondering looks.
If all the freshmen were seniors.
And all their impudence wit.
And all of their demeanor serious,
lYhat would the old school think?
We are the Freshmen green.
Some are fat; some are lean;
Some intelligent, some so dumb.
Some that are not either one.
A Boy’s Life of Theodore Roosevelt—
This biography of Hagedorn’s is
told in simple English, so that the
young as well as the old can under
stand it. The story is intensely inter
esting with its thrilling experiences
and historic background. Roosevelt
was a frail, delicate boy in his youth,
but a giant in middle age. How did
he gain by his own efforts that most
priceless of all possessions—health?
That is an interesting story; for the
author tells how Roosevelt overcame
all obstacles and became a real man,
and a leader among men. The theme
of this story is that “Where there is
a will, there is a way.”
lYliatever type that we may be
We are going to move like the sea,
Always happy, always gay.
Conquering whatever is in our way.
How many muffins did William
How high is Charles Rankin?
Is George Strater than a ruler?
Does Errington Bra
Flow long is Shelton Hall?
How many hours did Fred Work?
How much grass did Howard More?
Is Calvin John’s son?
Ervin is All-red.
Did they give Harold Justice?
’Tis spring-time, the eastern hills!
Like torrents gush the summer rills,
From a fertile, fruitful seed field.
The planter holds in hand.
Whether it ^yill wend
Straight, strong roots.
Deep, deep in the teeming loam.
He sows, ploughing, planting.
For the full-grown plant.
A GENTLEMAN GOES BY
He may be a freshman.
But I know he is a gentleman
By signs that never fail.
He does not push and crowd along.
But stands by to let you pass.
He thinks of you before himself,
And serves you if he can.
For whether it is in school or home.
The gentleman makes the man.
Fie is a lad who has his way
To make, with little time for play.
I know he is a gentleman by certain
I wish to call attention to the
chapel program that was given last
Wednesday afternoon for the fresh-
ment at the eighth period. This was
called “Nevertheless,” which was a
very interesting and good program.
It was the first program that has
been given to us in a little play form.
I think all of the pupils enjoyed it
very much. I enjoyed it myself, and
the pupils who had part in the pro
ram carried it out very well.
TO EDITORS OF FRESHMAN ISSUE
OF HIGH LIFE
To you folks who are just trying
your wings in journalism I want to
express my best wishes. You folks are
now receiving training that will help
you not only in the remainder of your
high school life but through college and
business and professional life. It is
for that reason that this contribution
you are making to a fine thing like
High Life is to be of value to you as
well as to your school. I think you
will look back on this experiment for
a long, long time and be happy that
you did something on this issue, how
ever small your part was. This is the
kind of work that you do because you
love to do it and that’s why it has
been a success.
May I suggest that you do not stop
now, but let this be the beginning of
your newspaper interest. Maybe some
of you will be representing this paper
in New York some day. I hope you
will remember this, too, that you are
representing by your efforts here over
500 students of the school, or half the
Again congratulations and best
C. W. PHILLIPS.
I think the way to make a great
improvement in the school is to put
some things in it to hang our coats
and hats on. Each day we must keep
them on all day. This is a great dis
advantage to us. They keep us too
warm most of the day. This prevents
us from studying. I hope we will
soon have something to hang our coats
The garden reminds me of a little
town. The beans clinging to their
poles look like ladies exchanging the
latest gossip. The lettuce look like
young ladies, and the tomatoes, babies
holding to their mothers. The straw
berries act like little children playing
hide and seek. The peaches seem as
though they are boys climbing trees. Be
sides these, the stalks of corn are men
standing guard that no harm come to
I am writing this letter to give my
opinion of the chapel programs. They
have been very good so far, but I
think the pupils would enjoy them
much more if we could produce other
plays like the one called “Neverthe
less,” given here a few weeks ago. I
have heard many pupils say that they
enjoyed that program more than any
that has been given so far. It also
teaches them a lesson in English. I
am sure we would all enjoy the cha
pel programs more if they were like
F^or months and months
Great ugly, empty spaces.
Lonesome things in Spring,
That bud and bloom
That lift their eyes to heaven.
That ache with color.
M^hy do you bring
Ecstatic pain to the heart?
Your system of traffic is very good—
that is, when it is carried out. Some
of the pupils observe these laws but
most of them don’t. If there were
some way of checking up on these law
breakers it would improve traffic mat
WHAT I SEE IN A GARDEN
M"hen I look at a garden it reminds
me of many things. It sometimes re
minds me of soldiers; the great corn
stalks and the yellow-gold squash
remind me of the Spanish guarding
their gold. The vines and weeds re
mind me of the pirates because they
are so rough and unkempt. But most
of the time it reminds me of work.
Fair-handed, Spring unhosoms every
Throws out the snowdrop and the cro