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L Published Bi-monthly, Except Holidays, by the Students of Greensboro High School, Greensboro, N. C. Founded by the Class of ’21 Charter Member HIGH LIFE April 15, 1932 HIGH LIFE March 1925 Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C. Subscription. .75 STAFP' Acting Editor-iii-GIiicf C-’arl Jeffress Editor Fillmore Wilson ButsineHs Manaoer - - Leah Louise Baach Assistant Business l/anager - —.—Herbert Montgomery ASSISTANT EDITORS Elizabeth Whaley Beverly Burgess Gladys Draper Fay Holder SPECIAL EDITORS S/iorfs Editors Edwin Gambrell, Paige Holder Typing Editors Cj-nthia Pipkin, Sherman Hines Art Editor Howell Overton Exchange Editor Kathryn Ginsberg TYPISTS Bootsie Swift Margaret Knight REPORTERS 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 FACULTY ADVISER Mrs. Alma G. Coltrane (Charter^' jMcmber) 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 and initiative. 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. Standards 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 greatly lessened. 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, :wo bronze; ronze; Nina 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. Tolerance 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. Broken Promises “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 tradesmarks? Room 2—My telle Hayes, oi four Rtonze. 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- Edith Room 8—Juanita Coble, one bronze; Elmore Holt, one bronze; Alvin Mei- hohm, one silver; Loetta Willis, one bronze. 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. Room bronze. 100 - Julanno Klutz, 102—Helen Kleemeir, bronze; Rebecca Price, one bronzt lie Ricketts, one bronze.' Room 103—Bernard Waynick, bronze. 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 silver. 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 bronze. Room 301—Talmadge Smith, one sil- PERSONALS The seniors think the Public Service ought to give them a commission be cause they burn the midnight oil their term papbrs. RAINBOW 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. —Margaret Anderson. DISAPPOINTED' LOVE 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, buy it! 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 hard! 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 school board. 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. DEFEAT 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 question; Whether ’tis harder on the ear-drums to suffer The slurs and croonings of outrageous singers, Or to cut off the radio and study one’s lesson. And by studying rid them? To sharp; to flat; and by singing to say we end THE TIDES OF MALVERN, by Francis Griswold. Tlie music, and the thousand shocking voices That ear is heir to, ’tis a suggestion Devoutly to be absorbed. To sharp; to flat; To fl.it: perchance to be natural,—aye there’s the discord, For in that lost chord what notes may come When we have listened to the motal tones 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 melody. The pangs of discorded tunes, Mr. Miller’s delay. The banging of keys, and the spurns That impatient teachers display, When they themselves might try to sing With the club? Who would tenors bear. To grunt and choke under a big bass. But that the dread of some soprano in the club. The unchanged voices from those swan throats iweet tones come forth, puzzles And makes one rather bear those runts we have Than fly to the altos that we know not SUNRISE Sunrise— 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 all; 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 turns away. And loses the name of music. —John Ademy. 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, powdery bits. 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. AT SEA 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 Seafarers, you he Like no other men— Your hearts are not your own. They are held imprisoned amid misty coral. And strange green and gold fish at the bottom of the sea. Your bodies, your souls cry out For broad horizons, ever fresh, ever changing, Cry out for new days, fresh seas, For strange ports and strange scenes. Perhaps your bodies could live on Without the sea, but— Your souls. —Jerry Robinson. RAIN COLOR Rain colors— Gay coats And yellow caps. Red boots And black boots. Blue umbrellas. Black umbrellas Against a background Of rebounding DEFIANCE 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 bronze. 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 fool.) —Jerry Robinson. “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 tians lands. 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. of? Dear Editor: 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. A vSTUDENT. 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 ■eally enjoyable. 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 Malvern.” THE BROWNINGS, a Biography by David Loth. “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 gains. One would well benefit by the read ing of “Grand Hotel,” a really modern novel. De.ar Editor: 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. A SENIOR. Dear Editor: 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. Sincerely, A PEST HATER. Dear Editor: 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. A STUDENT. TO THE FOG Pearled curtain at dawn, Rise rise. Give me a sparkling new day. —Lily Smith. 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 sincere woman. 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 characters. 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 teresting, 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.”