Published Bi-monthly, Except Holidays, by the Students of Greensboro
High School, Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
April 15, 1932
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
Acting Editor-iii-GIiicf C-’arl Jeffress
Editor Fillmore Wilson
ButsineHs Manaoer - - Leah Louise Baach
Assistant Business l/anager - —.—Herbert Montgomery
Elizabeth Whaley Beverly Burgess
Gladys Draper Fay Holder
S/iorfs Editors Edwin Gambrell, Paige Holder
Typing Editors Cj-nthia Pipkin, Sherman Hines
Art Editor Howell Overton
Exchange Editor Kathryn Ginsberg
Bootsie Swift Margaret Knight
Elizabeth Yates Billy Sink “Red” Whitt
.Toyce Heritage Burton Thompson Helen Pritchett
Edward Cone Lelah Nell Masters Hardy Root
Rosemary Kuhn Martha Coons Mary Margaret Bates
Miriam Robinson Helen Brimmer Phyllis llageuorn
Jack Nowlin John Brown Dick Nance
Mary Hearne Milton Mary Jane Clarida Elston Fife
Frances Sowell Bill Wharton
Mrs. Alma G. Coltrane
Why Not Have a Hobby
The importance of a hobby is greater than most people think for
number of reasons. The two most outstanding reasons why every
boy and girl should have a hobby are: its more fun than work or play,
because its a combination of both, and it develops in us perseverance
A hobby is a good thing because it enables us to enter many na
tional, state, and city competitions. If onr hobby is a popular one, like
stamp-collecting, it enables us to make friends, and inspires competi
tion among ourselves and others. Best of all, however, a hobby gives
us something to think about. "We can make plans and undertake
projects concerning our hobby. Onr attention is distracted from things
which will probably do us harm, and are certainly not very much fun,
although they may furnish a “thrill.”
The types and classes of hobbies are almost innumerable. They in
clude indoor pursuits, such as collecting, wood-working, and model
building, and outdoor pursuits, which include all kinds of athletics and
other sports. If we want to have a hobby, there should be no difficulty
in making a choice.
So, if you do not already liave a hobby, try to spend a certain
amount of your time on something in which you are especially inter
ested. Don’t, however, ride your hobby too hard, because if you let it
take your time up and thought, other things which should receive
attention are likely to suffer.
Every normal person has certain standards of conduct which he
hesitates to violate. Sometimes external forces and circumstances over
come these barriers of conscience, and we do things of which we are
very ranch ashamed.
There are two kinds of standards: those which others lay down for
us, and those which we make for ourselves. The latter are by far the
most important. We have a natural resentment to rules imposed on
us by others, but our own conscience tells us clearly enough whether
a certain action is right or wrong. Consequently, we should always
make it a point to live up to our own standards of conduct. If we
do what we think is right, the possibilities of unfortunate mistakes are
The only reason we have written laws and rules is that some things
seem all right to us, but ap harmful to others, and because there are
some people who lack moral stability enough to make their own stand
ards and stick to them. If this were not true, laws would be perfect.
Since it is true, the thing to do is to decide on our own code of ethics
and stick to it. This is the only w'ay to achieve “success that is great,
and wisdom that is genius.”
a Biskop, one silver; Bs-
e silver; Hazel Walker,
1 Russel, one
Dr. Thomas Hume
The people of North Carolina will probably remember Dr. Thomas
Hume for his work in the University of North Carolina longer than
anything else in his life. At this university he worked faithfully for
twelve years. He was professor of the English language and of litera
ture. Whenever he wrote the word “literature,” he always capitalized
it. This was because he thought of the word not as a chance profession,
but as a religious faith. The beauty he found in it was not the senti
mentalism of a cnlt; it was the gift of God to him. Not one of his
youths at the university failed to take out into his life something of the
divine fire that inspired Dr. Hume. Dr. Hume was a teacher whose
personality was sparkling with sudden facts of surprise and seintillant
with keen enthusiasm. As he was impulsive, v’e know him to be the
most spontaneous of instructors. It may well be said of Dr. Hume
that he could, sometimes, by a gesture, show his pupils the mainspring
of the emotions of the characters of Shakespeare. A fairyland inhabited
by Shakespeare, Keats, and Milton was often visited by Dr. Hume’s
pupils, the pupils being led by Dr, Hume.
It is noticeable that during the sixteen years which he served this
state, that he worked almost alone. Alone in the largest department
in the nniversity. Day and night he gave himself to active instruc
tions. In addition to his regular work, he organized Shakespeare clubs
in the state, lectured in summer schools and preached in churches.
This work was a pure joy to Dr. Hume and not a burden.
An excellent pattern for our lives is the noble life of one we
greatly love and honor—Dr. Thomas Hume.
America is a democratic country, and tolerance is one of the first
requirements of a democratic people. Intolerance of religions, races,
and all the other things which are inclined to separate a nation have
been gone from America ever since our country took its place in the
world as a nation.
Tolerance, however, just like any other virtue, must begin with
the individual. If we expect our faults and shortcomings, which all of
us have, to be tolerated by others, we must learn to sympathize with
those of our associates.
This is especially true in our dealings with people who have
authority over us. Even though we may be right, we should take the
other person’s decisions cheerfully. Everyone can’t be a “bos
Some of us have to take orders. Perhaps the person with authority
doesn’t fill the position so well as someone else could, but modern organ
izations are such complicated machines that all the parts can’t run
smoothly all the time.
So let’s learn to take things which we can’t help more cheerfully,
and try to make our own conduct as nearly irreproachable as possible.
“A promise is worth as much as the person who makes it.” A
broken promise indicates the gradual weakening of one’s moral
strength. It is the means of losing self-respect and the respect of
others. A broken promise does not hurt the person nearly so much to
whom it was made as the person who makes it. A broken promise sig
nifies weakness of will, lack of determination, want of perseverance,
and often lack of ability to perform that which was promised,
A promise is the seal of a man’s character. Whether he is strong
or weak is determined by the strength of that seal. One should put
into his character something which no one can take from him: the
reputation of keeping his word, the respect of those to whom he gives it.
Be self-reliant. Mould into yourself that which is admired by
everyone. Put into your character some of the idealism that marks the
trustworthy, outstanding personalities whom we all admire. Does the
trademark of your name and life measure up to the standard of all good
telle Hayes, oi
Room 4—Bill Vinson,
Clinton Bentow, one
Keene, one bronze; Li
bronze; Floyd New, one bronze.
Room 5—James Cornette,
bronze; Billy Sink, one bronze
Weaver, one silver.
Room 6—Jane Cheek, one bronze;
Mervine Garrett, one silver; Vivian Mc
Laughlin, one bronze; Guy Phillips,
four bronze; Claude Thompson, one sil-
Room 8—Juanita Coble, one bronze;
Elmore Holt, one bronze; Alvin Mei-
hohm, one silver; Loetta Willis, one
Room 12—Reuben Brown, one bronze;
John Bennett, one bronze.
Room 16—Alice Ruth Russell, one
bronze; Rachel Taylor, one bronze.
Room 20—Margot O’Brien, one
bronze; Jessie Douglas, one bronze;
Pete Saerinty, one silver.
Room 21—Alwilda McLean, oi
bronze; Evelyn Kernodle, one bronze.
Room 23—Louise Goodwin, o:
bronze; Rebecca Price, one bronzt
lie Ricketts, one bronze.'
Room 103—Bernard Waynick,
Room 106—Edna Brag, one silver;
Charles Carroll, one bronze; Ruth Hill,
twenty silver; Matilda McClung, one
bronze; Mauriee Polk, eight silver;
Florence Robinson, one silver; Jasper
Seabolt, eight silver; Filmore Wilson,
eight silver; Edwin Gambrell, one sil
ver; Charline Yow, one bronze.
Room 220—A. C. Bonkemeyer; Dave
Levine, one gold; Edgar Meibohm, five
gold; Bill Venning, one gold; Leah
Baach, one silver; Bonnie Cagle,
bronze; Janet O’Brien, five gold; Grace
Martin, five gold; Henry Ni
Room 201—Geraldine Bonkemeyei
one bronze; Annie Lee Chandler, one
silver; Jane Clegg, live silver; Phyllis
Hagedorn, nine silver; Hortense Jones,
one bronze; Kathleen- Mclver,
bronze; Jean Watt, one bronze; Moses
Way, one bronze; Eva Mae Ziglar, oni
silver; Ruth Gardner, nine silver.
Room 202—Mary Barker, one bronze
Marie Hedgepeth, four bronze.
Room 203—Mary Helen King, nine
silver; J..ouise Burnette, three bronze
Albert Boyles, four bronze; Margaret
Gann, nine silver; Mack Kernodle,
silver; Rex Metz, four sih’er; Louise
Ryan, eight silver; Frances Truitt, fivf
Room 204—Anna Atkinson, five gold
Randolph Covington, one bronze; Mar
garett Huggins, four silver; Maria Sel
lars, one silver; Mary Leigh Scales
five gold; Bootsie Swift, five gold; Mar
garet Wagner, one gold.
Room 206—Rose Fender, one bro
Cornelia Gorrell, four silver; Cynthia
Pipkin, one silver; Archibald Scales,
five gold; Elizabeth Whaley, one gold;
Harry Wicker, one bronze.
Room 300—Jane Baxter, five silver;
J.aek Guill, four bronze; Ihelah Nell
Masters, one bronze; Jane York, one
Room 301—Talmadge Smith, one sil-
The seniors think the Public Service
ought to give them a commission be
cause they burn the midnight oil
their term papbrs.
A crest of God’s most lovely tints
Hangs drooping o’er a rain-washed sky.
Colors that hold such golden glints,
As artists catch in passing by.
I met him at a girl friend’s house.
And for him there I fell;
I tried to hide my feelings.
But I knew that he could tell.
I saw him there quite often.
And our friendship seemed to grow.
Although he seemed to like me
Well, I really couldn’t know.
His kind eyes seemed to worship me.
And I revelled in fun;
He tried to voice his feelings.
But the words just wouldn’t come.
If you see any of the seniors fitting
about don’t tliink they’re trying to be
cute and giddy like the sophomores;
just remember they’re pratcieing how
to be nymphs.
He tried and tried to tell me,
So the poor thing just gave up;
'was a bitter disappointment,
’Cause I loved that little pup.
—Trma Lee Graves.
If anyone asks you to buy anything,
buy it by all means, because it’s bound
to be for High Life, Homespun, Torch
light, or something. The point, though,
Nobody thought boys would ever
come to school on Saturday, but when
there is a Girl Reserve Conferences on,
the boys just come over to welcome all
the little femmes.
Here’s a secret: Nate Lipscomb and
‘Red” Riley were back of the audito-
•ium crying the other day. Of course
every one thought it was the best girl
story, but Nate and Red can’t be in the
nymph dance, and they are taking it so
Elyn Fowler, Virginia Carter, Marjo
rie Edwards, and Betty Chrysler spent
week-end at Meredith College.
In Memory of
Mr. Charles Ireland
Perhaps we never realize a man’s
greatness until he Is dead. Mr. Chas.
H. Ireland, a man of rounded life
and full splendid character, an old
and distinguished gentleman, is dead.
He gave much of his time to activi
ties of his community and his state.
It is with true sorrow and regret
that we note the passing of a great
hearted man and a member of the
Tlie lilmariuii is collecting worth
while pictures appearing in newspapers
and magazines. These are now
ranged at the left side of the main
library door, and may be taken out by
pupils when desired. They are classi
fied ’ as follows; biography, actors,
authors, essayists, inventors, and states
men : description and travel, England,
Scotland, and United States, characters
ill fiction, Dickens; historic events in
United States, European; contemiwrary
painters and paintings, Dutch Ameri
can, English, and German.
The library has a number of book
“on reserve” at all times. These may
be taken out after school and brought
back before school the following morn
ing. Student assistants do not put
books “pn reserve”. All requests for
putting books “on reserve” should be
made to Miss Rebecca Wall, librarian.
There stands a thin and blackened d
Against the dull grey sky—
And beneath his feet are ashes.
And in his hand is mine.
—J, 1. ,
SOLILOQUY ON MUSIC
(With Apologies to Shakespeare)
To sjng or not to sing,—that is the
Whether ’tis harder on the ear-drums
The slurs and croonings of outrageous
Or to cut off the radio and study one’s
And by studying rid them? To sharp;
and by singing to say we
THE TIDES OF MALVERN, by Francis
Tlie music, and the thousand shocking
That ear is heir to, ’tis a suggestion
Devoutly to be absorbed. To sharp; to
To fl.it: perchance to be natural,—aye
there’s the discord,
For in that lost chord what notes may
When we have listened to the motal
Must give us pause. There’s the noise
That makes calamity of life so sweet;
For who would hear the discords and
din of the band.
The glee club’s harmony, the orchestra’s
The pangs of discorded tunes, Mr.
The banging of keys, and the spurns
That impatient teachers display,
When they themselves might try to
With the club? Who would tenors bear.
To grunt and choke under a big bass.
But that the dread of some soprano in
The unchanged voices from those swan
iweet tones come forth, puzzles
And makes one rather bear those runts
Than fly to the altos that we know not
The goddess of heaven
Lifting with her finger tips
The misty veils of night
And nicely dusting the polished sun.
And adjusting the wiggling clouds
To their places
For another day.
-J. I. J.
Thus music does not make fools of us
And thus the beauty of the harmony
Is covered o’er with the theory of voices.
And musicians of great calm and thought,
With those aspirations the glee club
And loses the name of music.
A MILL ON THE CREEK
Long before you get there, from atop
the nearest hill,
You can hear the gentle creaking of the
ancient flour mill,
As it grinds yellow corn meal into fine,
The kind old miller’s sleeping in the
sunshine where he sits.
Then slowly down the w-ood trough the
yellow corn husk slides.
As it scratches its long fingers on the
time-worn wooden sides.
The machinery's mellow clicking and
the clamp, clamp of the drill.
Make everything so peaceful, ’round the
gray old flour mill.
— Henry Barnes.
There is no land for miles and miles,
There's only green-black sea.
The sky is half a deep grey peano.
Yet autumn’s come to me.
I saw her in flashing fish.
And she was in the moon last night.
And I was very sure today.
For I heard wings in flight.
Seafarers, you he
Like no other men—
Your hearts are not your own.
They are held imprisoned amid misty
And strange green and gold fish at the
bottom of the sea.
Your bodies, your souls cry out
For broad horizons, ever fresh, ever
Cry out for new days, fresh seas,
For strange ports and strange scenes.
Perhaps your bodies could live on
Without the sea, but—
And yellow caps.
And black boots.
Against a background
I have been defiant, too.
I’ve told a filthy world to go to hell-
I’ve laughed at silly white-robed gods—
I’ve stood atop altars and shrugged.
But somehow, one day I fell
Upon my knees.
I was still;
There was peace.
Then in the hush I knew
That I, not man, had worshipped silly
Room 302—Hope Burchel!, one silver;
Harold Hinshaw, one bronze.
Room 303—Hme Barksdale, one gold;
Mary Batgs, one bronze; Edward Cone,
one gold; Juanita Cox, four bronze;
Thomas Cook, one bronze ; Helen Crutch
field, one gold; Phillip Hammond, one
silver; Dorothy Hodgin, one bronze;
Juanita Pickard, one gold.
Room 305—Helen Short, one gold;
Charles Sharpe, one gold; Carolyn
Hines, three bronze.
Room 306—Charles McNeill, one
Room 317—Irene Phrydas, one bronze.
THE LIBRARY PEST
Of all the classes of W'orms, the li
brary cutworm is, in my opinion, the
most degraded and harmful. When we
see pictures and articles cut from ex
pensive encyclopedias and magazines in
the library, we may know that the cut
worm has been at work, eating his way
through the pages, taking whatever he
desires, no matter what the damage
may be, and leaving gaping holes where
were beautiful illustrations. •
It seems to me to be as necessary for
a disinfectant to be invented for this
sort of worm as it was to invent insect
powder for harmful insects. The cut
worm’s relatives, the earthworm, the
book worm, and others must surely re
gard this criminal relative through wary
monocles; and if they don’t, I am
sure they should, for it is the greatest
enemy to our libraries.
n the dusk I cried,
not pleasant to find yourself a
“The War of the Worlds,” by H. G.
Wells, is a book which tells how the
people from Mars came down and tried
to conquer the earth with their scien
tific inventions of war. The hero of
the book lives in a little town in
land, near which the first load of Mar
He goes through scores of adven
tures with these monsters, escaping
death many times by a narrow margin.
In the end, it is discovered that there
are evidently no bacteria on Mars, for
on the arrival of the Martians on earth,
destructive bacteria immediately set to
work upon them, eventually causing
their extermination from this planet,
much to the relief of the population.
Ob, I know bo won't make the best
president, but Johnnie Jones and just
about everybody else is voting for him,
will, too.” How often those words
greet one’s ears! How gre.at should w(
deplore the fact Jhat some people
should so lack the initiative as to feel
Inclined to follow blindly another’
choice. This is not only true at elec
tions, but every day we see examples
of hei'dmindedness. Stop beim
exact facsimile of the “crowd,” have
tlie courage of your Own convictions,
lait otlier people follow.
You should be the one in a thousand
•not the thousandth one.
Looking back upon the seemingly
endless volumes I have read, I find no
I enjoyed so much as “The Tides of
Malvern.” As a history it is most in
teresting; as a novel it is very ahsorb-
This is a wonderful combination
and a rare one. It is not often that
me finds a book of this type that is
Malvern, the family homestead of the
Sheldons, is a typical low-country man-
, First graced by the interesting
Gilbert Sheldon, the old house never
lost its charm. This book portrays the
many generations of Sheldons that lived
there for one hundred and forty seven
years. You read ahsorbedly, enchanted
by the dual personalities and august
aristocracy of the changing genera
tions But, though the generations
change, the reader finds ever present
the superb character of Gilbert Sheldon.
The most sought after man of Charles
ton for fifty-four years, his was the
dominating personality, the moon which
influenced for all time “The Tides of
THE BROWNINGS, a Biography by
“All the world loves a love story”—
especially when it is the true story of
two of the best loved poets of the past
years. In his new book, “The Brown
ings, a Victorian Iffyl,” David Loth re
tells the love story of Robert Brown
ing and Elizabeth Barrett. Mr. Loth’s
recounting of the Barrett-Browning ro
mance is most sympathetic and divert
ing. It is delightful.
Confronted by'the most improbable
and difficult circumstances. Browning
met by correspondence Elizabeth Bar
rett, an invalid poet. Finally, he was al
lowed to call upon her in person—they
fell in love and were married—although
Mr. Barrett disapproved violently. On
a lovely day in September the poets
eloped, going to Italy, the land of sun
shine, where Browning wrote his famous
lines, “Open my heart and you will see
graved inside of it, Italy.” Through
their years together the same love pre
dominated and today is known as the
most perfect love story of the ages.
Fashions will change each year, but the
wonder of that romance is as fresh and
vibrant today as it was yesterday, and
will be tomorrow. ^
“Grand Hotel” is one of the greatest
of modern books, by Vicki Baum. It
is the strange life in a large hotel.
Through it we learn of this different
type people who are in and out of the
hotels daily. We learn of their mo
tives, which often are very dishonest.
Vickc Baun, in this strange story, re
veals the loves and hates of men and
women who rival each other in worldly
One would well benefit by the read
ing of “Grand Hotel,” a really modern
Why do students pay so much atten
tion to their hair, lips, and noses aud
never bother about their hands? Of all
the things that make up wealth, health
is the most important. At school we
pick up books, typewriters, i)enclls and
pens, push oi)en doors and handle
lockers that approximately 1,476 pupils
have handled before us. All of these
are germ laden. Some of us e\'en go
to lunch without washing our hands!
Some students bite their finger nails;
the swallowing of the nails is harmful
even It the filth and germs are not.
Aren't these conditions repulsive to our
sense of cleanliness? Washing hands
Is the first step to good health.
is indeed amazing to note the r
her of ants, bugs and other animals
that find their way into our respective
class rooms. You can well imagine how
annoying it is to find one’s self lit-
terally surrounded by said insects. It
is no unusual occurrence to feel some
thing wriggling on your back, or
scratching on your arm—but, do not be
alarmed—it is only another member of
this “pest family.”
It seems rather odd that high school
boys can not resist bringing such toys
to school (but toys would be preferable
to BUGS). Dear Editor, we plead that
the animal lovers please leave their
bug-friends at home.
A PEST HATER.
At last! At last! we have had the
most wonderful pleasure of having an
entertaining moving picture. The pic
ture itself was intensely interesting
with a good love story and a moral be
hind it all. Now, everything will be
0. K, if we can just have some more
of these pictures.
TO THE FOG
Pearled curtain at dawn,
Give me a sparkling new day.
SAINT JOAN, by G. B. Shaw is a play
in six scenes and an epilogue. It
conveys in a realistic manner the chief
facts of Joan of Arc’s startling career,
her leadership of the French armies to
victory, her coronation of the Dauphin,
her trial and execution, and finally her
canonization in 1920. The play gives
the most human picture of the maid of
Orleans that I have ever read. She
jokes with the soldiers; she pouts at in
juries to her pride; she displays vanity
at times: yet she is clearly a noble and
This play gives one a better and truer
understanding of the Inquisition. After
reading it, one sees that the judges in
it were not inhuman and cruel mon
sters who delighted in tortures and exe
cutions to satisfy their lust for blood,
but that they were men who thought
they were carrying out the will of God.
Their narrow-minded but sincere beliefs
are clearly portrayed in this book.
George Bernard Shaw’s delightful
style' makes “Saint Joan” very pleasant
reading. Shaw has the power to make
the distant seem near, and the past to
seem like the present. He is often
witty; his epigrams especially are fine.
He has a beautiful sense of the poetic
and artistic. His characterizations are
exceptionally well drawn,
“The Wanderer,” by Alvin-Fournier,
is a very interesting book about French
The story takes place between 1890
and 1900. Mystery plays only a minor
part in the development of the plot.
The descriptions of French customs,
landscapes, and of the characters, how
ever, make the book attractive and in
The hero is Augustin Maulnes. The
narrator Francois Ceurel, takes part in
the most important incidents of the
The story is rather tragic, as the
hero, after searching for years for his
sweetheart, finds her and marries, but
soon afterward runs away. His wife,
Yvonne de Calais, dies at the birth of
her daughter. In the end Maulines re
turns and finds his daughter. The
plot of the story contains many inter
esting incidents, all woven around the
hero’s wanderings through France.
“Books are the souls of authors
which live forever.”