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Vage Two high life HIGH LIFE Published Bi-monthly. Except Ilolicbiys. by the Students of Greensboro High School, Greensboro, X. C. Founded by the Glass of '21 Charter Member March 1925 Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post OBlce, Greensboro, X. C. STAFF IMiior-in^ChUi Constance Blackwood Aasidtunt Editor-in-Chi'f •• Edith Latham Ugitor 1 Fillmore Wilson ^Jl>ta(/eI■ Leah Louise Baach Assistant business .l/a««;/cn -- Lewis Ginsberg SPECIAL EDITORS Sports Editors Evelyn Strader, Paige Holder Typinv Editors Cynthia Pipkin, Margaret Knight 4if Editors Garl Carlson, Howell Overton Feature Editor -loyve Heritage Exchanye Editor ^Kathryn Ginsberg ASSISTANT EDITORS Beverlv Burgess Lane Barksdale Harriet Heath Quentin Dixon TYPISTS Eda Walters Carolyne Hay I’owell Banner Barbara Witherspoon REP.ORTERS Marguerite LeEort Edward Cone Robert Ricks Mary Rucker Phyllis llagedorn Elyn Fowler William Venning Miriam Robinson .Tack Nowlin Ruth Harris Edwin Gambrell Helen Crutchfield Elizabetli Cravtn Herbert Montgomery James t'anuidnud Robert Saunders Elizabeth Whaley FACFLTY ADVISER Mrs. Alma G. Coitrane .ifembir of the Americuu Hoy Muyuiine Feature Serrice (Ch a rtcr f Member) JjwTHe Owl's Nest November—Armistice and Thanksgiving November brings thoughts of Peace and Gratitude to all true Americans; thoughts of peace from the Annistice signed on November 11, 1918, when peace was made among nations. November is the month of harvests, the month in which our fore fathers, the Pilgrims gave thanks to God for bringing them safely to the new land and giving them a bountiful harvest. Today we have much to be thankful for. Many people do not have so much as they have had, but however small may be one’s supply of this world’s goods, some one else’s supply is still smaller. November is the month of shooting stars, scientifically speaking. November is a month of Community Drives for helpfulness, encourage ment, co-operation, and a month of historical events for America. Make November the month of shooting stars for G. II. S. Are we trying to co-operate with the, faculty, with our classmates, and our friends ? Are we going to help and encourage the less fortunate 1 Begin Planning a Career Now No one expects us to read the future. We can, however, get some idea of what our future is going to he like by analyzing our likes and dislikes, abilities and inabilities, so that we can find out what it is that suits us best in the line of work. First of all, do not get the idea that you are not especially suited to one type of vocation. Practically everyone has the ability to do something especially well, and there are probably no exceptions to this rule in G. H. S. After one has found out what type of career to follow, the thing to do is to prepare to meet the problems and situations, good or bad, which are likely to arise in one’s work. In Commemoration of Peace On the eleventh of November, 1918, fourteen years ago'millions of soldiers and home folks were relieved of the nervous strain caused by the horrors of war. Soldiers in the trenches thought of coming home to friends and loved ones. People at home were hoping and praying that their own loved ones were among the fortunate ones to come back alive. Millions of men were crippled and injured for life; towns, cities, and even nations were almost entirely demolished. Think of it; men were fighting like wild animals in the jungle, white men, each struggling for the other’s life, men supposed to be civilized but who were far removed from civilized ideas. Now, these men who were engaged in war send a prayer heavenward to God thank ing Him for the peeace which was restored by the signing of the Armistice. Here's a Good Investment Although the students activity fee has some faults, it also has many virtues, In the first place an activity card is a good investment. There are very few students who wouldn’t spend two dollars and a half for high school activities in the course of a year. If the student would only invest his two dollars and half in an ac tivity card, he could go to all of the activities at the same cost. Some stu dents find it hard to get two dollars and a half at one time, but if they wi.sh to receive the publications and attend the activities it will save them money in the long run. Stay Until the End Life is like a game. It must be played hard in order to win. Some people are easily discouraged, 9thers are determined, to stick it out. Determination is necessary for success in school work. A C or a Z> on a report card will not discourage a person with the grit and pluck of a winner. It will make him try the harder the next month, One of the wisest sayings of all time is, “A winner never quits, and a quitter never wins. Create Interest—It’s Stimulating Generally speaking, a person who is enthusiastic over a certain project can accomplish that project twice as well and in a much shorter time than a person who has no personal interest in it. True, it is difficult to become enthusiastic over something which does not interest one. The remedy for this is to create interest. Analyze whatever you are about to undertake, and find out what there is in it which you can use to advantage. We are always interested in things which we believe will help us. To excell in any field, one must be enthusiastic about one’s work. Almost invariably, the students who are enthusiastic over any one or all branches of school work are the ones who make the best records and are the most popular. Support Your Football Team Give our team support, Greensboro needs more support. The boys and girls who come out to cheer and see the games should not only come out to see the games but also bring their parents with them. Now that we have the business men of Greensboro helping the boys, it looks as if they are taking more interest in the game. All the boys at present are taking a great interest in football. Let’s keep up the spirit and back the team. I do not have much space this time, I I am forced to write a whole lot. He, eh. The column shall be different. It shall be very serious. It shall be very quaint. It shall be very extraordi nary. But while I am waiting for the future I shall do as those students who are always futurefalsifying tales to there teachers about what they are go ing to do next month. Please take care of those milk bot tles—we want our free sand witches and bannans and eppies. Here’s a nite letter which came in this morning; Dear U. Writit: I am. pleased with all that goes on around me. I love the school, its stu dents and its faculty. How can you write the silly things that you doT A GIRL. Dear Little Girl: Have you a curl in the middle of your four heads—when you are good are you very, very good or are you horrid? You are right in all that you say. But I have a sore throught and am inclined to say sore things. I consider it quite compliment that you read my column. You are so very 8impie(y) accommodat ing. I am very sorry that I do not soot you—that seems to be my fault. Your letter is the first student letter that I have realy received, all of the others have been written by the Sophomores. However, do not take it that I do not appreciate this noble institution and all that is in it. Yet if a thing is not )ith criticizing it is not worth any le's while. Thanks for the letter. I. WEITIT. (I wish to apologize to you, M. W, for the play.) Ladies and gentlemen,, the famous Hu Nan code has suddenly beeom# infamous. Thus we start a i nown as the Lulu Alan code for the feeble-minded. Figure it out— T’nod eb a oohyllab hcliz yeht e A Keirtapztoons \ I like cartoons Of Kcirtapzoon.s But I hate to sniz Like a dratted Hcliz by a Ballyhoo Zilch. Studens: The school is possessed with a mania—known as Zhilch (Zilch) fever. The teachers have it, the students have it, everybody has it. It speeds on at a rapid rate, taking possession of the minds of our most famous. Eddie Cone is a charter member. Hilliqrd Ciain is a Zilch, but he has not been allowed to real Bona Zilch. He is one of those Ballyhoo Zilohes. I, 1. Writit, am Plotz. What shall we do—how shall ? stop it? Why, some of the members of the famous old family of Pltz’s are becoming Zilches. What SHALL we do? All of the Benbows are Zilches. But Stoodents I beg of you to become a Plotz—yes, my stoodents, won’t you be one of those good old Plotzes? We have a family background. If you must be a high hat at least be a stylish one. The Zilch family split up ages ago into two branches. One is that of the Bona Zilches who publish the famous but horrid book called Bona’s. The other branch aids in the publishing of that elegant Magazine—Ballyhoo. Thus they get their name Ballyhoo. WAR ON THE ZILCHES EXTERMIATE THE ZILCHES! ZILCH IS THE LOWEST FORM OF ANIMAL LIFE And if you don’t know what a Zilch ia, ask anyone. The Zilch society must bo utterly mopped out. They deadly enemies of all society. Why some of them even have the audacity to get on the honor roll. Ask the who owns one. TALES OP THE KOHINUR Introduction Under the cool green leaves. Under the sweet-scented flowers, In the balmy breezes. In the luscious fruity odors, In the white marble palace, By the rippling waters. By the warm, blue waters. Of northern India, India—India— The magic, magic land, The land where the red, red rubies glow. Lived the mighty ruler, The handsome, brown-skinned ruler, The good Sultan Baber, A tall majestic man. Story One In the kingdom of this good Sultain, there lived many brown-skinned men, wandering lazily in the idle influencing sunshine, sleeping peacefully under the 5ol, stirring tropical winds of 'Twas a happy land, this heaven ly resting-place. And the subjects en joyed their little kingdom, hidden and covered under the cool greenness of northern India. One tepid, tranquillizing day, while the lotus blossoms lent their sweet rich- to the winds, Sultan Baber lay in the laziness of the sun, counting his colorful, sparkling gems as they daz zled in the rays of opalescence, lay un der the spreading kesara tree, lay lis- tning to the gossip of the bees as they buzzed among the gaudiy irises, and the water girls came bringing him that fresh, crystalline liquid, and the fruit maidens fetched him ripe, yellow ba- •hich he munched with all the signs of enjoyment; and the boys bearing large porcelain platters, dates that one tasted, then smiled hap pily at the satisfaction of his taste organs. In the midst of all this splendor there came a messenger from afar, from the rich shores of Bengal, bearing gift for Baber from his wealthy brother of the city country. He knelt at the feet of the Sultan, and with arms out- folded he gave unto Baber a small ket covered i^the soft, silky whiteness of Cashmire goat fur. The king opened the box, and all around beheld therein a precious jewel, so magnificent, usual, and shining with such brilliance that all shut their eyes for fear of blindness. It so radiated and sparkled with light that everyone- marveled at its brilliancy. Good Baber was pleased unto delight; his very bones were thrilled, for noth ing so filled him with happiness as an addition to his brilliant mass of gems. So great was his gratitude that turn he sent riches—ah, such riches; there were bananas, mellow with ripe ness, bo-bo’s, rivaling the sun with their yellowness, palm fans, ivories equal to the snow in whitenes, turbans flosy with a silky redness—all he sent lavishly hack to Bengal, back to his brother. The unusualness of this gem spread afar, and people came in massive hordes, came from the jungle’s depts, came to gaze upon the “rival, of the came with gifts of admittance to see the great shimmering diamond. So fine was this glittering beauty that thou sands turned homeward, their mouths gaped in wonder. There came rich •hants bearing wares that almost tempt ed the Sultain into a trade; he saw the elous shining silks of China, and smelled the tasty coffees from Jav! j luring indeed, but none could equal the possession of so rare an oddi ty as his recently-obtained gift. Upon the four and twentieth night after the arrival of this present from the city country, while the moonbeams sifted themselves through the pray of tree foliage, there came into the cham ber' of the good SnltaJi, creepily erawl- r the silken damask, a snake of immense length, and with a head so big and flat that one might have thought that the cushion of the good Baber’s divan was being suspended in the dark ness on the end of a black, flexible stick; but such was not the case, for quickly this evil reptile coiled itself about the ruler and plunged its deadly fangs into his head. Baber awoke and tried to free himself, but it was to no avoil; and slowly his body was envel oped with a paining numbness that placed him in the hands of death. L_ Hear Ye Dear Editor: Why can’t we Have mor- the football games' music at. There is uo .ful- mission »i- the h.-inil. ” “ me- the,' ,vo,.Hlh-t inWil l"”"'" ” Cnii-t somothlnB he done iiliout thm- A MODERN YOUTH’S VIEW ON WAR Inexperienced, you say? Well, rather— And, like all youth, I fancy myself cynical and bitter And rather pride myself upon my cyn icism. You laugh? Then laugh! I don’t mind. For I say to myself— ‘They are but laughing at hidden talent,” And so, in my ignorance. Knowing only what I have heard or read, I give my views upon The war, the great war— The World War— And fancy them of some importance. Silly, you say? Perhaps it is—to you— But of much importance to mo— And what have I to say? Only this—I wonder if all The tales of glory And romances that we hear about are true? If it was to the boys, a brave sacrifice? Yes, they were fighting for an ideal. But did they know it? I think not. From what an_old soldier told me, They hated it, loathed it, despised it— Their very souls revolted at the.mud, and the blood, and the grime— , They didn’t know what it was all about They only knew that they marched— just endlessly marched— Until they despised Hie very thought of it. To them war was the embodiment of everything they hated— Making them cynical and bitter. They wished to God they would b' killed— Why? To escape, the scream of the shells, tho gas, and the sight of the' mangled bodies, and the twisted souls of their comrades. Inexperienced, do you say? Surely, else why should I seek to lekrn? —Phyllis Morrah. SIX MONTHS ON A WASTE BASKET , LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT By LILY SMITH I was a tiny child With ways wild A-takin’ Latin two. I talked a lot Aiid would often plot While takin’ Latin two. When I was bad A paddle was had By Lily of Latin two. The year was >29 But I wasn’t divine An’ nigh flunked Latin two. It got to the place '■ ■VV’here a smack in the face No good would do This Lily of Latin two. So the teacher says Whenever she prays Lord bless Lily of Latin two. Alas, no blessing eanre And Lily was a shame To the students of Tjatin two. (A question) The teacher’d ask it (No answer) Well sit on the baskit Thus sat Lily of Latin two. Dear Editor; I never thought that a dime could d(, so much until I bought a volume of poetry and literature composed bj the sc-hbol children of Greensboro, eii- titled, ■••New Wings.’’ When I bought le book, I bad no idea of the fine rticles that it contained. Personally . think that each student in the Greens boro schools should not let this won derful opportunity pass them up. The poetry and literature are con tributions from school children from the first grade up to the students in high school. “New Wings," is not com- pos-d of childish stuff as most people would think, but it has a dash of niod- rn ideals through the entire book and am sure that any student with any t-liool spirit at all could afford to do without two packs of chewing gum and buy this wonderful little book. It will dime well spent. A STUDENT. •ear Editor: Why 'an^t Ihe study hall pupils go ,) the library al the beginning of the period instead of waiting five or ten minutes after the bell has rung.' It is necessary for the pupils who haven’t rcfewuice books at lionie to prepare their assignments during study, and ten minutes taken off the time means one lesson incomplete, Can't a slop he put to this? AN EARNEST STUDENT. Dear Editor: Why is it that students can’t bring their family car to school without it being “messed” up by some of the black sheep of our flock. During lunch period they write upon some of the cars wi chalk and pencil. The chalk makes mess and it is impossible to erase the pencil marks. They should realize that it is no fun to drive a ear with objec- tional words and phrases written upon it. (Signed) PERPLEXED. As dawn lent itself to the support of a new day, it found the entire palace in a subdued hub-hub; women wept, throwing themselves into emotional spasms: men looked grim. All were hugged with sadness; their Sultan, the. good Baber, was gone unto death. I.ANE BARKSDALE. For a year and a day She reclined that way— Poor Lily of Latin two. Then came the Exam of Txitin two And Lily Plunked as bad Lilys do- Poor Lily of Latin two. She weeped and she sobbed, She had her hair bobbed— Little Lily of Latin two. And she took Latin over In a field of clover— This Lily of Latin two. When punished for a bona She was sent to the corner— This Lily of Latin two. (Notice we leave the reader standing in the air. To be continued in the next issue.) The columnist thinks that a more liumoroua slant on “this depression" should be published. Here’s v ■fiidye thinks about it: “Things would be better if employers would try as hard to eliminate the slicing of wages as they do the slicing of golf balls." WAR’S PURPOSE We fight for fame— To spread our name Throughout the world so wide. We fight for lands— To keep our hands From honest toil and deed. We fight for right— The shining light In all our world affairs. But “Peace” is not A w.orldly lot, And dies from want of thought. —Beverly Burgess. THEIR SIDE OF IT They fought—and died. And never thought of dying. They gave their all. And asked for nothing in return. They went through hell, That people they didn’t know Might'live—and prosper. Brave lads! I wonder what their thoughts were as they went down— broken, twisted, crushed, distorted, and writhing— Did they—at the end regret? O, God—surely not. They who had lived, thought, and fought—like Americans— I can't believe that when they faced eternity—they broke faith— You alone were there to judge— But in my heart I know that the end—like life to them was just an adventure, and that their death was but their doom— And when they stood upon the threshold of life eternal— Their faces were still smiling— their heads still high—- and their heart still courageous. O, youth of America—we bow in silent reverence to your valor, your bravery, and now in the silence of the peace, for which you died we can finally say— Sleep* ye well upon the ground, your final resting place— For God is with you. And on earth at last all is well— All is well. —Phyllis Morrah, A DOLLAR One day my father said to me, “Here, take this dollar and beware Ijest you go spend it carelessly.” So I built castles in the air Of all the lovely things I’d buy With it, for surely I could spend It all on candy oj some high Priced article, or maybe lend It to a friend for cent a day. Oh, yes—and ice cream would be fine; All others spent theirs in their way. But not quite half, as well as mine. I thought of it both day and night. And planned it all, of course—and then It went to town to spend it tight Away—I lost it in the end. HOPE BURCHELL. Tlie president of the student body and the “Good Will Student Council” wish to express their appreciation to David Finke, Bob Andrew, Miss Trow bridge and her home economics class, and Bob England and his high school orchestra for contributing their part toward the success of the North Carolina Student Council Con gress held in Greeijsboro October 23 and 24. Book Reviews ‘Fix Bayonets,” by Captain Thoma- i of the United States Marines, gives excellent and accurate picture of the various battles of the World War. The book consists of a series of sto ries, each taking up different charac ters and a different battle. The main characters are all marines, who were considered among the hardest fighters the side of the allies. They re ceived very heavy losses. The Senegalese, negro soldiers in tho French army, were also famous for the fierceness of thoir fighting, They often fought side by side -with the marines, and both types of soldiers had great respect for each other’s ability. The fighting, as described by Captain Thomason, consisted mainly of shelling, machine-gunning, and hand to hand fighting with bayonets. The latter type was most feared by the Germans, and they could stand for only a short time against a bayonet attack, “Buds,” a book of short stories and poems by the Creative EngRsh 11 class of last spring, has already gained recog nition and applause. This book is filled with clever and amusing stories and poems. It can be highly recommended. “St. Joan,” by George Bernard Shaw, is a famous play concerning the life of the Maid d’Orleans as a soldier. This play gives a strong and entirely dif ferent conception of Joan d’Arc. The preface and epilogue do much to add to the realism of the play. Many critics agree that this is tho best work of Shaw. Tt is well worth reading. “The Wanderer of Liverpool” is the latest book of verse by John Masefield, poet laureate of England. “The Wan derer of Liverpool” contains all the strength^and beauty of description that is usually found in the works of Ma.se- field as well as a slight difference in meter and rhythm. Most people wil! enjoy this book. November 6, I93i . 4m MEPHISTOFHELIAN MACARONI By THE AUTHOR Have done with parenthetical pas sages. To arms! To arms! surprised at you all, Not one chuckle did I hear. The trouble is, you lazy things don’t know how hard it i» to be humorous with a toothache. Yes, that’s my favorite ache. Isn’t this cute? “Nothing is impossi. hie,” quacked Napoleon sternly as he waddled away To Marshall Ney To get some hay To' feed the day. Now to discuss the title, “Mephisto- ■ phelian Macaroni:” “Mephistophelian” as denoting cynicism. Macaroni is mfic- aroni. But how, you say, can macaroni be cynical? That confounded Professor Hoodlum had to put his mouth into this and I tried to stop him, but he will have his say or bust, so: Salutations, my dear adolescents; we shall perpetrate our treatise instantane ously upon that most estimable of sub jects, namely, macaroni. (I think that the Author, the inconceivable nin compoop, tried to expostulate and ex pound upon this subject, which is. by all rights and regulations, inherently ,). I am pleased to note that the editor has displayed such excellent critical judgment as to discard the Au- attempt and bestow laurels upon my own creation. ‘Now, macaroni is, in the last analy- a highly spiritual and effervescent type of phenomena whieJi can exist only when surrounded with the most effica cious and inexhaustibly inordinate, hy- pothetieal hypocrisies; and consequent- Iv its ethereal inundations fluctuate in such an extraordinarily • scintillatiug, idiosyncratic, aenemic posifeion, that ^ four out of five have pyhorrea. This condition inevitably takes heavy effect upon the price of bananas in Australia; and, since the banana is an avowed, cousin of the macaroni family, it degen eration simply establishes-a monopoly of prehistoric, histrioric—oooh—oooooo- oh—oh!”•** The Author was fortunate in securing an interview with Sir Hay, who has charge of the eats at Camelot. The fol lowing is just what he said to me, says he: “Forsooth, and wist ye that when ye clocks smite two, the whole bloomin’ tounde table wants the.ir victuals, and, so God me help. Hay is the boy to let them have it. Whilst Arthur’s sweet knights dress their arms, forsooth, Sir Hay dresseth a passing fair chicken, Me- thihks my liege lord, Arthur, was pass ing glad of ye soupe Hay made himself yesterday. An’ I wist not what we would do an’ Lancelot had not heen such an noble knight. He sendeth all • the best parts of his enemies here for soupe. Yea, but of late the olde dear hath sent some tough meat, the which must be because he is getting into Irish land. “Wist ye yon bloomin’ Irishmen are toughe birds and passing hard to chew. It grieveth me sore to think that our lord, Arthur, must have more of such sore indigestion, Yea, it grieveth me passing sore, but Lancelot simply had to go to Ireland to slay a family of those red-headed well, an’ but he must go, for an Irishman of that family stepped on his toe. You know, a knave hight Lulu, stepped on Lancelot’s tie of yore. Ah! My! but that was good soupe. But I iiius tdepart, fair sir. Methinks my nag neigheth, and ’tis well nigh two smites o’ the clock.” A SALUTE TO THE EDITOR An editorial is certainly a criticism, for it reeks of the editor, and editors are critics—cold-blooded, hard-boiled manuscripts that they arc very apt to slam doors. And yet, we must admit that editors receive their daily punish ment. That’s not liard to guess. Just imagine an editor trying to read this and you’ll get my point. To come back to our subject, the edi torial is the editor’s twin brother, The editor is bound to let off steam every once in awhile, and don’t expect me to present a little allegory alongside of Doctor Doohickey has recently made a startling and radical discovery which he has confided only to myself.*'*** I here make it publio: The .discovery is oneerned with a spineless space gob bler. Biologists thinks it to be related to the goofus, crab—but one thing is- certain—it wouldn’t take five minutes to eat all the words of a whole news paper, as it is I bet the creature merely nips at this column. See how effective it is! Say, that’s only a sample. I could get it to do away with this whole column in no time.—Goodbye! Excuse me, please, I’m not through yet. Someone handed in this elegant ode, 80 here P print it. TO A GARBAGE-MAN I am a worker. I am a cog in this great Blind machine Of civilization. All day long I horses Over the burning pavement. All day long I work and sweat. And wrestle with odious, rotten foods, Potato peelings, and cruel tin cans. And at night I coax my weary horses Up the long, bumpy ro'hd, Into the wild glories of the sunset, To the dumps. Note***: At this point the professor’s bugs gave out and an attack of dys- pepia ensued. Note **••; Not me, of course. Note*****: Professor Hoodlum is fairly green with envy. TO AN ADVENTURER Until spring He lives content amid his friends. And then off. Conquering worlds again. J, I. J- ■ my steaming the twin-brother stuff. You see. I’m • somewhat of an editor myself. If 1 express myself, it’s an essay; but the poor editor’s child is branded with a scarlet “Editorial.” Have a heart— editors are human. Think .before you hand in a painful effort. It’s a hard life. So, Mr. Editor, I salute ;