May 27, 1932
Published Bi-monthly, Except Holidays, by the Students of Greensboro
High School, Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
May 27 Marks 113 Anniversary
Of Birth of Julia Ward Howe
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
Acting Editor-in-Chicf Carl Jeffress
Business Manager Leah Louise. Baach
Assistant Easiness Manager , Herbert Montgomery
-- Editors Edwin Gambrell, Paige Holder
t7i^2 Editors Cynthia Pipkin, Sherman Hines
Editor Kathryn Ginsberg
Mary Hearne Milton
Lelah Nell Masters
Mary Jane Clarida
Mrs. Alma G. Coltrane
Mary Margaret Bates
Because of her advantages when
young and because she grasped oppor
tunity as a girl, Julia Ward Howe is
now honored as the author of one of
this country’s greatest patriotic songs,
“Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Today,
May 27, marks the 113 anniversary of
her birth in New York City. Julia
Ward was the oldest daughter of a rich
and loving father. Her home was in a
fashionable part of the city, at that
time called the Bowling Green. Al
though the family was rich, Julia and
her sisters had few of the pleasures
which children have today. She was
only allowed out of doors when the big
yellow coach took the family for a ride.
Each summer was spent at Newport,
Rhode Island, but even then the sun was
not allowed to touch her skin, for it was
deemed too delicate.
While her brothers and sisters were
playing she was reading Shakespeare,
Byron, and other writers or enjoying
her music or lessons. Languages were
her chief subject of study as she loved
their musical sound. She mastered
Italian, French, and German as a girl,
Spanish later, and at fifty, Greek.
When twenty-four Miss Ward and Dr.
Samuel Gridley Howe, a noble-hearted
man who worked for the blind, deaf,
dumb slaves, were married.
Each believed that life should be lived
for others. Their lives together were
busy, happy times. Mrs. Howe con
tinued with her studies, poetry writ
ing, plays, essays and added to this her
work with her husband, which was work
on his newspaper, “Commonwealth,” and
any kind of anti-slavery work. Her
time was crowded with labor, but each
afternoon a time was set apart for her
When the Civil War broke out, Mrs.
Howe helped in every way she could.
One day after a trip to Washington,
she passed soldiers. She and her friends
started singing “John Brown.” She
wished to make up some words to this
tune. Early the next morning she awoke
with words foi%iing themselves in her
mind. She sat down in the early dawn
and wrote that stirring song “Battle
Hymn of the Republic.” ,
Although Julia Ward Howe is re
membered for this hymn, she wrote
many books of poetry, her lectures were
heard far and wide; she wrote in behalf
of the social reforms and gave many
interesting talks to children.
She passed her talent on to her chil
dren and each one of them is a dis
(Ch a rter fM em b er)
Clear Field Ahead, Seniors!
Has graduation from high school ever occurred to you as being a
sad event ? It means being separated from the friends with whom you
have associated since your first day at school, from the teachers who
have been important factors in your school life, and from the familiar
buildings to which you have grown accustomed. There will be new
adventures and experiences, but your former place in high school can
never be regained, even through frequent visits.
One more curtain falls; one more phase of life is closed for you
after graduation. After this period of preparation, the serious climb
and struggle for the reality to come is begun. Some fail, others meet
the realization of a once vague dream. ‘ ‘ The high soul gropes the high
way; the low soul gropes the low way,” but, seniors, there’s a clear field
ahead of each of you, and here’s hoping you make the best of it!
In September, 1928, approximately 250 freshmen entered Barn B
at the old Greensboro high school. The beadsmith had collected his
beads from many sources, having a unique string of entirely different
ones. The string has been broken several times since he first com
pleted it four years ago. The beads have scattered. Tonight the string
will break for the last time. The beads will scatter, and the,beadsmith
will not take the time or trouble to pick them up. Tonight 168 of them
Bach semester some beads fell back; a few perhaps forged ahead
by taking extra work and by going to summer school; others withdrew
from the community. Tonight they separate; tomorrow they will go
their various ways.
The Other Side of Education
Education is primarily the training which everyone needs to be
come a good citizen. The phrase good citizen refers to those who take
an active and helpful part in community life. Such a person needs
more than mere ‘Headin’, writin’, and ’rithmetie.” These are essen
tial,^ but the other side of education is equally important. The extra
curricular activities of high school supply this phase of training for
citizenship. The most outstanding are music, dramatics, public speak
ing, athletics, journalism, and such practical sciences as mechanical
drawing, home economics, and woodworking. All of these are necessary
for a complete, well-rounded education.
Many students fail to appreciate the value of this side of school.
Training in body is as necessary as mental training. The study of the
arts and sciences is equally important. A well-balanced selection cover
ing as varied a field as possible makes the difference between a one
sided crank and a broad-minded, intelligent citizen.
Remember this, and don’t limit your school life to actual brain-
Can One Live Without Music?
Is music one of the frills of public education? That is the vital
question before the state board of appropriation. Should we discon
tinue our orchestras, bands and glee clubs? No, music, like variety, is
the spice of life.
Music is one of the treasured arts of the ages. We should be proud
of the fact that it is so well represented in our school. We should be
ready to defy any one who calls it “an unnecessary expense.” It de
velops some intangible thing that no other agent has the ability to do.
It creates in one a desire for the finer things of life, and after all, is not
the purpose of school to build character, rather than to drill hard
facts into one’s head?
Aside from the reflected glory that the school obtains from its
talented pupils, many students are afforded the opportunity to develop
their talents which otherwise would be impossible.
Students enrolled in music in the public high schools in, this
country in 1915 totaled 367,188. This number had grown to 544,764
in 1922 or a gain of 50 per cent in seven years. Figures are not avail
able for the present enrollment, but the increase since 1922 must be
even greater than for the period mentioned. The figures give some idea
of the popularity of music in the high schools.
Music in the high schools encourage loyalty and helps to foster the
Greensboro high school is situated so as to require some method of
transportation for the students. The city cannot afford free buses, even
for all the students who live'two miles from school. This necessitates
either the students themselves driving their ovm cars, the parents tak
ing their time to bring the students to school, or students riding the
When one has to buy lunch at school, the extra cost of transporta
tion is an extra item in the family budget. One can hardly eat less
than ten cents worth of food at lunch and feel comfortable; the bus fare
is four tokens for twenty-five cents which adds up to one dollar and
fifty cents for two weeks transportation.
In the museum case at the left end of
the library Miss Wall has had some
lovely prints on display. The originals
of these were seen by Miss Caldwell
on her trip to Europe last summer, and
the copies were brought back by her.
Among them are: Boy with the Apple
by Greuze, Angel Heads by Reynolds,
The Broken Pitcher by Greuze, Ma
donna by Botticelli, and many others.
These prints are done in lovely color
ings that are found only in the Euro
Many pupils have been using the
Readers’ Guide and have found much
help. We still wonder, however, if
everyone knows just exactly what the
Readers’ Guide is and how to use it.
The Readers’ Guide is: first, an index
by author and subject to articles in
the important magazines in the li
brary ; second, a key to a vast amount
of current information not yet to be
found in books.
The Readers’ Guide is published once
a month except June and July. Every
three years a large volume is issued
containing entries for the three years
How to use the Readers’ Guide:
1. Each entry is made under the sub
ject, the author, and title and reference.
2. Look for which ever of these you
know. 3. Copy the information given
and go to the librarian for the back
copies of magazines which contain the
To the Seniors:,
Each year as commencement ap
proaches I always take time to« look
back over the year. There has always
been a great number of fine things that
I can store away as my own treasures.
This year has been no exception. I have
many happy remembrances beeausei you
folks measured up to what we, as the
faculty group, wanted you to do.
I am saying to you, by this method,
that the services we have rendered'have,
been gladly given and the only thing
we ask of you is that as you go out
from high school, into college or into
adult life, that you continue to meas
ure. up t the very highest standards that
you can set for yourself.
We are proud of you; we shall miss
you; and we tell you goob-bye, happy
that you have accomplished, but sad
dened because you will not be with us
any more. C. W. PHILLIPS,
THE LIBRARIAN’S NIGHTMARE
“Do you know,” Mrs. Hardeastle said,
as she moved close to David Copperfield,
“it’s a shame, the way they treat me
around here. Why, I am scarred be
yond recognition. I looked into my
mirror the other day, and I didn’t even
“Yes,” said David Copperfield pausing
to hitch up his short oxford trousers,
“it is a shame! I don’t feel well at all
these last few months. I thinks it’s
because so many of my pages have been
torn out, and pencil marks do disagree
with my liver.”
David paused as he noticed some one
climbing up the shelves.
“Why, hello, Robinson Crusoe, how
are you these days? I thought you were
going over to your island this week
“Well,” said Robinson folding his
thatch umbrella, “I’m not going for the
week-end; I’m going to stay!^’
“Yep! That’s just what I’m going to
A sudden light came into the rather
mercenary eyes of Mrs. Hardeastle. She
had an idea.
“I know,” she said, “let’s all go!”
“Let’s,” said David, “nobody around
here appreciates us.”
“Books,” he shouted, “we are going to
strike, will you join? We are tired of
being maltreated. Come on!”
Just as David sent out the alarm, Mr.
and Mrs. Encyclopedia came struggling
up the shelves.
“Do you know,” panted Mrs. Encyclo
pedia, “that I have never completely
recovered from my last operation. Why,
since they took out my appendix I have
not been the same woman. Last week
Dr. Student cut off my right leg. I am
sure that I shall never recover!”
“There, there, Agatha,” said her hus
band, “that’s all right. We’ll leave at
once. At once!”
“That’s just what we’ll do,” said David.
“Come on, come on, anybody! Every
body, let’s go!”
Suddenly the library was filled with
a mass of seething, moving books.
“Wake up. Miss Wall,” came the voice
of the landlady, “it’s time to get up
and go to school. Wake up.”
Dear Fellow Students:
I appreciate 'very much the privilege
of writing this note to you. The stu
dent government has made few laws
this year, and the ones we. have made
have benefited the entire school and not
just a few of our students. We have
tried to be a constructive organization
rather than a group looking for trouble.
You have made our work very pleas
ant, for the most part, by the' co-opera
tion and interest you have displayed
throughout the entire year. Our task
The Goodwill Student Council is his
tory now, but I pray that we have left
deeds of fellowship and goodwill that
will make this council live forever.
The future for student government in
Greensboro high school looks great to
me. You stand by it and back it in
every way you can, because it is some
thing that belongs to you. Don’t criti
cize your leaders; you contribute your
part and I know they will do their best.
I hope the student government next
■year will profit by the mistakes made
by the Goodwill Council. There is
much work to be done. Our wish to
you is Godspeed and may all of the
success in the world be yours.
Retiring President of the Student Body.
I hope that next year during my
term in office I may show you just how
much I appreciate this great honor you
have conferred upon me. I am very
proud to think that I have been chosen
to succeed such a capable leader as
I wish to compliment Jack on his
achievements, for I think he has given
the student government a wider range
of contact through his Goodwill Stu
dent Council. I intend to continue the
Goodwill Student Council to the very
best of my ability and try to show you
that the council is the directing power
of your suggestions and ideas, and that
all the projects sponsored by it are for
your protection and benefit.
I intend to direct the council in the
revising of our constitution and will
heartily appreciate your suggestions.
Through committees I hope to keep you
posted on the activities of the council
so that you may know just what your
governing body is doing.
I fully believe that with your hearty
co-operation w’e can have a very suc
cessful year, so with faculty co-opera
tion assured I ask you all to work with
us for a better term in 1933 and ’34.
FRANK PITTMAN, President,
By PHYLLIS HAGEDORN
Three brown girls
twirled about and stamped three pairs
in red slippers with yellow heels.
Three gaudy skirts,
flaunting vermillion and fiame-colored
rolled and whirled about three brown
Three fiery hearts
throbbed feverishly in a wild frenzy,
rebelling at the mad' hysteria of dis
BLACK SMITH MUSIC
By HELEN BRIMMER
Soft secret tones.
Flickering embers burst forth in gor
Hammers falling—sparks flying every
Happy children—gleefully fleeing from
darting bits of light—
Hors.es led into the abode of flying
Blows falling on massive anvils.
Quick movements, a few whines of pain.
And out into the air again.
Slow, laborious trotting.
Clanging, jangling music.
The blacksmYth forge—a place of won
By BILL VENNING
Dawn of seasons,
I love you so.
Spring time, with your birds and trees
And warmth of perfumed winds
That bring so fresh, sweet scents
Of flowers bursting forth in bloom.
Teach me how to create beauty.
Breathing half the loveliness of yours.
By ELSTON FIFE
Let my sword go, you hussy.
There is blood that will not fade;
I have nothing but that’s fussy
I’ve a name that’s to be made.
I’m not one to beg and borrow,
I’m not one to over stay.
I’ll go whistling as I came, tomorrow.
I’ll go struggling on my way.
Bar-keep, here’s my silver penny.
Let who will come drink it down;
I’ll go crawling back to Jenny,
I’m not one to act the clown.
See, the sun is dropping slowly.
Look, the travelers come from far.
But I’m not one to feel so lowly.
Devil take the morning star.
The home stretch for the 1932 school
year is here. So far, for some of our
students, this year has been a pleasant
and profitable one, for others it has
been only a waste of time. There is no
sympathy for a student who attends
school and accomplishes hardly any
thing. Students who are too lazy to
put forth their best efforts in school
should not be allowed to attend. They
are only taking the advantages and op
portunities of other stuffents; it is not
quite fair. JOflN BROWN.
By ELSTON FIFE
In passionless accents
I have heaped praise
Upon worthless people.
In untold agony
I have lied to others.
True to me.
But I am happy
All others go.
I’m happy only when I’m free.
By JOHN ADEMY
Outgrowth of evil grounds;
Enemifes of innocent green blades of
Rising high above the rest.
You are not wanted
In my little fence-corner patch.
Overlapping the stalks of maize
That flap their narrow yellow wings
Under the summer sun.
Hiding the red of strawberries.
Choking their growth.
Carrying prickly thorns
That pierce the plants
As bayonets once stabbed
The flesh of man—
You should ever be taunted for your
You spring not in my path—
You choke not my ambitions.
My earth is a clear earth—
No baneful growth
Destroys my new seeds
When You Teach—Smile!
Great Falls, Mont., (ABS)—A sense
of humor is the most important trait
in the make-up of the ideal teacher, 25
senior members of an English class at
Great Falls high school have agreed.
Next comes smartness, the class de
cided. And the teacher must not nag.
But if he must reprimand indents, let
him reprimand them in private!
GOD PLANTED A GARDEN
By JOHN ADEMY
A little patch of crimson hue
Amidst the lone blades—
A tiny block of roses bloom;
Their splendor never fades.
I dig and kill the harmful weeds
That climb above their head.
They, too, shall spring and look at God
Who gave them green and red.
A garden sweet of scent and dew
Is greeting human hearts.
The garden God has sowed for me
Has pierced my soul like darts.
So grow and flourish, too, my men.
And plant your flowers true.
Enrich your tribes with loyal souls;
Let sinners be but few.
These Boys Can Cook
Danville, Va., (ABS)—Boys in
George Washington high school, Dan
ville, can cook, and they modestly ad
mit it. Here’s a list of their specialties.
They can boil water, roast weiners,
heat *canned pork and beans, broil
steak, fry batter cakes, prepare chili
con came, chop suey, cream, pota
toes, cream cauliflower, bake biscuits,
make rice pudding, and even prepare
Hi, Abner! Crops in Yet?
Santa Clara, Calif., (AGS)—Bonnets,
overalls, galluses, and working jaws
helped make the annual Hick Day cele
bration at Santa Clara Union high
school a barrel of fun. Students came
to school wearing all sorts of get-ups,
and everybody—girls as well as boys—
chewed to their hearts’ content. They
chewed not tobacco but gum—th,e ban
was lifted for the day.
Lo, the Poor Model
Cleveland, Ohio, (ABS)—Each mem
ber of the Art V class at Collinwood
high school here is required to pose for
three consecutive days while other stu
dents sketch him. The model on duty
must wear the same clothes each day.
He poses only 20 minutes with a 5-min
ute rest interval, but modeling, says
Frank Nabor, art teacher, is a far
Earder task than drawing.
Room 2: Myra Bishop, silver two;
Estelle Hayes, silver two; Hazel Walker,
Room 4: Bill Vineort, bronze three.
Room 5: Edith Weaver, silver two;
Aubrey Haynes, bronze one.
Room 6: Jane Cheek, two bronze;
Mervine Garrett, two silver; Guy Phil
lips, one silver.
Room 8. Juanita Coble, two bronze;
Elmore Holt, two silver; Alvin Mei-
bhom, two silver; Loetta Willis, two
Room 10: Frances Sowell, bronze two.
Room 12: Reuben Brown, two bronze;
Jeannette Bennett, one bronze; Eliza
beth Drum, one bronze; Virginia Drum,
Room 14: Frances Gray, one bronze.
Room 16: Alice Russell, two bronze.
Room 20: Margot O’Brien, one bronze;
Jessie Douglas, one bronze; Pete Sa-
crinity, one silver.
Room 21: Alwilda McLean, two bronze.
Room 27: Beverly Burgess, one bronze.
Room 100: May Martin, one bronze;
Hardy Root, one bronze. '
Room 102: Rebecca Price, two bronze;
Ldslie Ricketts, two bronze; Virginia
Nowell, one bronze; Jane Rectzel, one
Room 103: Bernard Waynick, two
Room 106: Edna Bray, two silver;
Charles Carroll, two bronze; Ruth Hill,
twenty-one silver; Matilda McClung,
two bronze; Maurice Polk, nine silver;
Jasper Seabolt, nine silver; Filmore
Wilson, nine silver; Ed Gambrell, two
silver; Charline Yow, two bronze; Ber
nard Cantrell, one bronze.
Room 200: Dave Levine, two gold;
Ed Meibohm, six gold; Janet O’Brien,
six gold; Grace Martin, six gold; Henry
Nau, two silver; Sarah Boyles, one
Room 202: Mary Barker, two bronze;
Marie Hedgepeth, two silver.
Room 203: Mary Helen King, ten
silver; Louise Burnette, four bronze;
Albert Boyles, one silver; Margaret
Cann, ten silver; Mack Kernodle, two
silver; Rex Metz, five silver; Louise
Ryan, nine silver; Prances Truitt, six
silver; Wayne Kernodle, one bronze;
Howard Cooke, one bronze; James Car
michael, one bronze; Ruth Jones, one
bronze; Clyde Smith, one bronze.
Room 204: Anna Atkinson, six gold;
Randolph Covington, two bronze; Mar
garet Huggins, one silver; Maria Sellars,
two silver; Mary Seales, six gold; Boot-
sie Swift, six gold; , Margaret Wagner,
two gold; Edward Hartsook, one bronze;
Margaret Knight, one bronze; Leonard
Nanzetta, one bronze; Eda Walters, one
Room 206: Rose Fender, two bronze;
Cornelia Gorrell, one gold; Cynthia Pip
kin, two silver; Archibald Seales, six
gold; Elizabeth Whaley, two gold;
Amelia Block, one bronze; Dick Cann,
one bronze; Rebecca Jeffress, one
Room 300: Jane Baxter, six silver;
Agnes Willcox, one bronze; Dot Lane,
Boom 301: Talmadge Smith, two silver.
Room 302: Hope Burchell, two silver;
Harold Hinshaw, two bronze; Helen
Pease, one bronze.
Room 303: Juanita Cox, one silver;
Phillip Hammond, two bronze; Juanita
Pickard, two gold.
Room 305: Helen Short, two gold;
Charles Sharpe, two gold; Carolyn
Hines, four bronze; Lile McGinnis, one
bronze; Sherman Hines, one bronze;
Denis Sneed, one bronze.
Room 306: Charles McNeill, two
bronze; Miriam Mason, one bronze.
Room 317: Irene Phrydas, two bronze.
May the Grass Grow Green!
Independence, Mo., (ABS)—Football
players from Sedalia, meeting the Wil
liam Chrisman high school team here
last fall, complained bitterly at having
to play on a muddy field. This fall
they will have no cause for grumbling.
The field is now being sodded by 100
volunteers, two boys being responsible
for each plot of 100 square yards. The
school board has agreed to take care
of the field during the summer.