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HIGH LIFE
January 20, 193 3
Prognostications
Some Superlatives In Familiar Poses
I see Lane Barksdale ten years
hence. Ah! he is chasing butterflies.
Yes, this is what Lane is coming to.
He will be the leading botanist at
Elon college. During the time he’s
not chasing butterflies, the butterflies
will chase him.
What’s this I see—ah, ’tis Mary Mar
garet Bates. I see crowds of sinners
being converted. Yes, dear children,
Mary will be a great evalgelist.
I see—I think its James Bishop—
yes, it is dear James. James will be
the world’s most perfect weather prog
nosticator.
Now I see Hilliard Clein and Ed
ward Cone. They are working to
gether. Both hnve white sheets wrap
ped about their bodies. Yes, they will
be joint chemist professors at Colum
bia. The theories they will bring
forth will dazzle old Einstein himself.
Ah! they are arguing. Hilliard says
that 2x3y is a right formula to use
but Ed disagrees, but we’ll let them
alone to settle it themselves.
Things grow black. What’s this I
see? No, it can’t be—but, yes, it is,
it’s fish, thousands of them. Hark!
what's this? Ah! ’tis our dear friend
Arthur Cooke. Who would ever think
that in 10 years dear little Arthur
would be a deep sea diver?
Now I see a great hospital. Wnite
cloaked nurses are walking silently
about the great halls. Well, do my eyes
deceive me? There’s Rebecca Coble,
Juanita Cox, Ruth Davis and Edith
Essex. Yes, they’re all nurses. My,
my, how sweet they look as they trip
hither and yon tending the sick and
weary. Hark! Who’s this? Well, this
is a surprise. It’s our old friend,
Thomas Cox, who is destined to be a
great surgeon.
Now. who’s this I see? Well, well,
if it isn’t Charlie Elder (bless his
heart!) He has on khaki pants. No,
he’s not a soldier; he’s a building
contractor. Charlie will build some of
the finest buildings in North Carolina.
Now I see Edna Falkner and Lile
McGinnis. I can’t see much—you see
Edna’s been on a diet. In five years
they will be America’s leading avia
tors. They’ll make Amelia Earhart
turn green with envy.
Hush! What’s this I see? I see a
huge audience. I hear singing. Here
we are in the Metropolitan opera
house in New York. A young baritone
is making his debut. He is being
loudly acclitimed. 'r es, iis iiOiic other
than Hardy Root, that promising
young playwright, who will fool
everyone and become a singer. Why
well bless my heart; there’s little
Evelyn Hadden. Well ’Im a son-of-
a-gun if she isn’t playing opposite
Hardy. She will be the Galli-Curci
of 1940.
Well, well, what’s this? Why Helen
Crutchfield, shame on you! Yes,
friends, sweet little Helen, that versa
tile girl of 1933, will become the Edna
St. Vincent Millay of 1950. I see her
now as she searches for an inspira
tion to write a poem on the spring
time. The title of the poem is
“Would that I were a bird in the
Spring.’’ Tish!
Now what’s this I see? Hot dog! It’s
a beauty contest. My! My! look at
the beautiful girls. Gosh, you ought
to see those bathing suits. Well, for
the love o’Mike guess who’s the winner
of the contest. None other than that
sweet little Louise Greene herself, i
Atta girl, Louise!
Now Tm inside the Metro-Goldwyn-
Mayer studio at Hollywood. Who s
that temperamental actress stamping
her foot because Clark Gable doesn’t
make love the way h should? You're
right, it’s none other than beautiful
Dorothy Hodgin herself.
Now I see Vance McClintock. What’s
that in front of him. It’s a micro
phone. O golly, I was afraid of that
—he’s a radio announcer.
Now I see Anna Samet. She’s
bouncing about a wax covered floor
like a rubber ball. Yes in five years
Anna will be the assistant instructor
at the Acme School of Dancing.
Dallas Ozment will spend his entire
life- trying to have the 18th amend
ment reinstated. That will be a hard
job, old boy.
Now I see Julanne Klutz. Julanne
will marry a millionaire and spend
most of her time in Europe.
Now there comes into view Juanita
Pickard and Miriam Robinson. They
are both private secretaries. Neither
are married, but from looks in their
bosses’ eyes something tells me it
won’t be long.
I see Elizabeth McAdoo as she dashes
hither and thither playing basketball.
She will return to G. H. S. as the
girls physical ed instructor.
I see millions of people. Tm now
in the great city of New York. Bless
my soul, there’s Louise Straughan.
She’s struggling for existence in this
cold-blooded city. But don’t you wor
ry, Louise, you’re destined to become
one of the best bookkeepers that ever
hit Wall street.
Now get ready for a long journey.
Here we are in Egypt. Who’s that
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1. Johnson Hayes, best dressed, most conceited, best looking; 2. Charles Elder, nicest boy most athletic, most popular; 3. M. C. Stewart, laziest; 4. Julanne Klutz, best dressed girl; 5. Hal Over-
ton, cutest boy, sweetest boy, most representative; 6. Hilliard Clein, biggest talker; 7. Sherman Hines, most reserved; 8. Edna Faulkner, most dignified; 9. Helen Crutchfield, biggest flirt; 10.
Jess Waynick, biggest bluff; 11. Lile McGinnis, nicest girl; 12. Dot Hodgin, cutest girl, sweetest, prettiest, most popular, most charming, most attractive; 13. Charles Benbow, wittiest; 14. Ed
ward Cone, most intellectual, most gifted, most versatile; 15. George Underwood, best sport.
Confessions of
A Senior
Statistics
You’ve all heard of the ten little
Indian boys and what happened to
each. Well, we were seventy dignified
seniors; one got married, and then
there were sixty-nine; two dropped
out, and then there were sixty-seven.
Sixty-seven dignified seniors wearing
their caps and gowns. A very unusual
fact is that there are more boys than
girls. Thirty-six are boys, and thirty-
one girls.
Out of our number there are two
sets of twins and a brother and a
sister.
Hubert Rochelle with his six feet
two stands highest in statue, and
Eleanor Whitesell four feet nine inches
is smallest.
There are two who go by the name
Charles, two Eleanors, three Dorothys,
three Helens, two Juanitas, two Rob
erts, and two Louises, three go by in
itials, and one by a double name.
We have a Bishop and an Elder,
seme Roaches, the desirable kind,
however, two Cookes, and some Bates.
We have also an Underwood, a Couch
and an Essex.
Eleven of our number are Torch
light members, three are members of
Quill and Scroll, and six wear gold
stars.
MARY MARGARET BATES.
young man v/ith that funny white hat
on searching among the pyramids? It
is Phillip Hammond who will become
a great archeologist.
Dorothy Walker is destined to be
come president of the Pittsburgh La
dies Aid Society.
Eleanor Watson and Eleanor Whil-
sell will be chorus girls in George
White’s show of 1938. My! My! what
time will do.
A. W. Greeson will be the greatest
radio operator on the seven seas. He
will work on the largest steamship on
the Atlantic.
I see a football game. It is between
Elon and Guilford. The crowd is
yelling for Lawrence Wilson to make
a touchdown for dear old Elon. Law
rence grits his teeth and makes the
touchdown.
Two years later Lawrence will be
come the head coach at Duke.
Hot dog! Here we are in the Mad
ison Square Garden. The boxing-
match for the world’s championship
IS in progress. It’s between Hubert
Rochelle and Jack Sharkey. Hubert
wins by a foul in the seventh round.
Now I hear the roar of an airplane.
It grows louder and louder. Who’s
that young fellow in the cockpit? By
jove! It’s none other than Jess Way-
nick. Some day Jess wili be a high
flyer for the Northwestern Airmail.
Ah! I hear red hot jazz—an or
chestra, tis Guy Lombardo. But
hark! I believe—yes, it is—Charies
Baxter is in this orchestra. Alas!
Poor Charles! He has been demoted
from England’s famous Englishmen to
Guy Lombardo.
I I see cheering crowds again—it’s a
j National Democratic Convention and
I Charles D. Benbow III making a hu
morous speech. Yes—Charles will take
CALENDAR MERRY-GO-ROUND
May ’u-ly, not around doing nothing
but be like A’gust of wind that sends
April showers, and be on the March
to a more prosperous year.
G. H. S. wishes good luck to the
graduates of this January and next
June classes, and may February, the
first month of your life out in the
world, bring joy to you and to the
sophomores who enter Senior high for
their first time the twenty-third of
this raonth. A hearty w'eJeome g‘
out to them from the members of this
school. To all who return in Septem
ber and to those who enter then for
first time, best wishes are extended
through October, November, and all
the way through life.
May the next December find every
one better off than he is now and
leally glad that he lived in 1933.
18 Post-Graduates
James Bishop, Rebecca Coble, Ed
Cone, Arthur Cooke, Ruth Davis,
Charles Elder, Evelyn Haddon, Doro
thy Hodgin, Hardy Root, Jess Way-
nick, Charles Benbow, I. L. Ferree,
Johnson Hayes, Wallace Truitt, Wil
liam Truitt, Mary Margaret Bates,
Helen Cooke, and Lile McGinnis will
return to Senior high for post grad
uate work.
the place of Will Rogers in American
humor.
Now I see an ocean liner—one of
the largest afloat—and for the love of
Pete, look who’s in charge of the culin
ary department. Our red-topped
friend, Percy Bostick. Yes, he is only
a sea cook, but on a large scale.
I see a small room in the attic of a
large house in Paris. In this room is
the promising young artist. Bob Cole.
So help us! He is eating bread and
cheese for his dinner. Don’t mind
this. Bob, for soon you will become as
famous as Raphael himself.
I see machines working furiously in
a tremendous newspaper building. I
also see our good friend, I. L. Feree,
sitting at a desk, smoking a big black
cigar. Yes, some day I. L. will be the
editor-in-chief of the New York
Times. It will be a hard road, old
chap, but stick to it.
A court room presents itself. On
the bench is a handsome young man,
Johnson J. Hayes, Jr., who will be the
judge of the Greensboro juvenile
court until he is made a Federal
Judge some years later.
A cute boyish face shows itself. A
look of grim determination is upon
this face. He is struggling with a dif
ficult task. ’Tis Hal Overton attempt
ing to draw a picture of the famous
chemistry prof., Hilliard Clein. Even
his superb abilities are being worked
hard, but he succeeds due to his hard
labor.
I see a young man with a whistle. I
believe—yes, it is—Holt Neese. He is
the physical director of the Y. M. C.
A. What a hard time he is having
with the younger generation, who do
not appreciate him in the least.
The scene changes to an operating
Senior Superlatives
Biggest flirt
Helen Crutchfield
Best dressed girl ..
.... Julanne Klutz
Best dressed boy ..
... Johnson Hayes
Prettiest girl
Dot Hodgin
Handsomest boy ...
... Johnson Hayes
Cutest girl
Dot Hodgin
Wittiest
.. Charles Benbow
vT. C Stf^vart
Most populai' girl .
Dot Hodgin
Most popular boy .
Charles Elder
Best sport
George Underwood
Most athletic
.... Charles Elder
Most dignified ....
... Edna "Paulkner
Most attractiv-5 ...
Dot Hodgin
Most representative
Hal Overton
Most versatile
Ed Cone
Sweetest girl .....
Dot Hodgin
Sweetest boy
Hal Overton
Cutest boy
Hal Overton
Nicest girl
.... Lile McGinnis
Nicest boy
Charles Elder
Most gifted
Edward Cone
Most dependable .Mary MargaretBates
Most charming ...
Dot Hodgin
Most individual ...
Percy Bostick
Most promisir-.g ...
Hardy Root
Most reserved
... Sherman Hines
Biggest talker ....
Hilliard Clein
Most intellectual ..
Ed Cone
Most eccentric ....
. Miriam Robinson
Biggest bluff
Jess Waynick
Most conceited ...
... Johnson Hayes
SENIORS LEAVE ORIGINAL SONG
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT
room. Here we see our good-natured
George Underwood. He is a famous
surgeon, and a great aid to humanity.
I also see a stenographer at work.
Not a bad looking one, either. She is
continually pecking on an Underwood
—in the office and out. Poor George!
M. C. Stewart will run a large
hardware store which will open at one
o’clock and close at two so that M. C.
may find a little time to rest between
the busy hour of the day.
Oh, my! see a dark cloud. No,
tis not a storm—but a bit of trouble
seems to be brewing somewhere. Ah!
I see the Truitt twins who have each
been joined recently in matrimony
with the Roach twins.
I see colored lights and dancing
forms. Ah, ha! ’Tis plainer now. It
is the Follies of 1937—and on the
front row of dancers I see Lucille
Couch and Irene McCurry—and so
help me—Helen Short. Yes, our quiet
serene Helen has changed a great deal,
and joined the Follies with Lucille and
Irene.
Now I see a small cottage with roses
entwining the porch. The kind of
home young loving couples dream
about. On the inside is a young
housewife busily preparing dinner.
Her name is—Oh, shucks! Her pres
ent name fades from mind, but her
maiden name was Helen Cooke. Yes,
our Helen will marry in a few years
and live happily ever after.
I see a large group of people. They
are walking about greeting each other
cordially. It is a State Teachers Con
vention meeting at the Greensboro
high school. Among the throng are
some new faces. Besides Mr. Phillips,
Miss Grogan, Miss Tillett, Mr. Blair,
and Mr. Johnson, we see Caroline
The senior class, as usual, leaves be
hind them an original class song. It
was v/ritten by Hardy Root, and put
to music by Edward Cone. Following
are the words:
I
The time has come when we must
leave
The school we love so well;
Our hearts withijn us joy and grieve;
Our thoughts xre hard to tell.
We hate to leave our friends behind.
For we have oft been told—
Despite the hardship, toil, and grind.
We’ll love the purple-gold.
/
So fare-ye-well, dear G. H. S.,
A parting tear for you;
The thoughts of you we will always
bless.
And to you we’ll be true.
—HARDY ROOT.
Hines, an English teacher, Robert Ban
croft, economics instructor, and Maude
Hamil as the home ec teacher.
Wait! What’s this I see? Children,
children, everywhere! They are hav
ing the time of their lives running
around and shouting. I also see Doro
thy Little and Olivia Bancroft among
them. They are (the children) cud
dling close to their beloved teachers.
Yes, Dorothy and Olivia are destined to
become teachers in an active kinder
garten.
Now I am in the Paramount stu
dios in California. A strong hand
some young chap is enacting a violent
love scene with a beautiful young girl.
I can’t see his face well yet; I think
it is—yes, it is our fair (his hair has
become remarkably blond since his
high school days) Blackwell Mutt Jor
dan.
I see a Model T. Ford—now prac
tically extinct except in museums—
chugging up Elm street. At the wheel
sits Glenn Dickerson, praying that it
will hold up until he finds a job. Keep
looking, Glenn, and you will succeed.
Winfred Marsh will become a fa
mous basketball player and will re
turn to help the teams of the Purple
and Gold win for the honor of Greens
boro high school.
I can see Harold Reele in his offi
cial capacity as Sheriff of Guilford
County. He is now bringing in three
men whom he captured single handed.
He is also tasting their booze—just to
make sure that it really is booze and
not beer.
Dennis Sneed is destined to become
the secretary of a large corporation
but will lose his job during the de
pression of 1960. Never mind this—
take what you have and buy York
Shire Stock, and you will become rich
again.
Franklin Ossie York will be the
owner of the largest shoe factory in
the world. His stock will make or
break many people.
As far ahead as I can see Sherman
Hines and David Kearns are in col
lege, and I cannot tell whether they
are students or profs.
ARTHUR COOKE,
HARDY ROOT,
We, the January Graduating Class
of 1933 of the senior high school,
Greensboro, North Carolina, being
temporarily mentally deranged and in
a state of broken health from long
years of overstudy, do hereby declare
this to be our last will and testament
and do declare any other such docu
ment said to have been drawn up by
us as null and void.
Article 1. To the patient members
of the faculty we leave the memory
of our excellent grades and outstand
ing work of the past four or six years
and the privilege of saying when we
shall have become successful, “1
taught him in high school.’’
Article 2. To the Junior Class we
leave our senior dignity, privileges,
and responsibilities in the ho]3e that
they may stand firmly in the shoes of
their predecessors.
Article 3. To the Sophom.cre Class
we leave our good examples in the way
of scholarship, sportsmanship, and the
old G. H. S. spirit.
Article 4. To the individual mem
bers of the faculty the bequests are
as follows;
Item 1. Julianne Klutz leaves her
calm and serene manner during an
English test to Miss Laura Tillett.
Item 2. Hilliard Clein leaves his
ability to work math to Miss lone
Grogan since she tries so hard.
Item 3. Edward Cone leaves his de
bating sense to Mr. James A. Far
thing.
Item 4. Jess Waynick leaves his
knowledge of history and chemical
warfare to Miss Mary Ellen Blackmon.
Item 5. Lane Barksdale leaves his
interest in birds and orchids to Mrs.
Nellie D. Blackburn that she may be
come interested in things of nature.
Item 6. Phillip Hammond leaves
his sense of humor to Mrs. Scott for
merly Virginia Hollingsworth.
Article 5. Individual bequests to
lowly members of the student-body as
follows:
Item 1. Percy Bostic leaves his in
dividuality and red hair to Robert
Frew, who has need of both.
Item 2. Johnson Hayes and Black-
well Jordan leave their combined good
looks and sartorial perfection to Jim
my Applewhite, for whom they feel
sorry.
Item 3. Hardy Root leaves his
voice and retiring nature to shy little
Lewis Ginsberg.
Item 4. Frank York leaves his abil
ity to bluff and get by to Frank Pitt
man.
Item 5. Dorothy Hodgin leaves her
sweet ways to the three girls from
High Point, who may divide them
equally.
Item 6. Hubert Rochelle and Win
fred Marsh leave their small feet and
low stature to little Ike Fesmire and
J. B. Payne.
Item 7. M. C. Stewart leaves his
energetic spirits to the next senior
president, A. C. Holt.
Item 8. Irene McCurry leaves her
dancing feet to J. C. Lane and Sadie
For four years we sixty-nine mem
bers of the mid-term graduating class
have gazed with envious eyes on the
aignified seniors of successive semes
ters who have had the good fortune to
graduate.
Each class has been outstanding.
Each has carried with it superior stu
dents. In fact with each graduation v-e
have wondered what the school would
do without iJiis student to edit Home-
spun cr that student to sing the opera
lead or the other st'^dent for presi
dent of the student body. We have
learned, after watching eight classes
advance beyond the portals of G. H.
S. that no person is sO' important that
the school will suffer if he leaves
There is always someone to take his
place, and cftimes his place is filled
'oy a person far more capable than ne
was.
When we take stock, however, we
find that our class contains very few
outstanding students. It’s just a group
cf average persons v/ith a sprinkling
cf genius here and a dab of “not so
bright’’ student there.
There’s one thing about a senior
class that the juniors and sophomores
will understand in a few semesters.
There is an unconscious spirit of good-
fellowship and co-operation that lies
beneath every senior activity. Per
haps the realization it’s their last few
months in high school that causes the
seniors to lose their carefree ways and
become more sympathetic with one
another.
Certainly were dignified. Why
shouldn’t we be? It’s the privilege of
everj^ senior to be as sophisticated as
he pleases and to snoot as many
sophomores as he likes. However,
here’s a secret: Many, many times,
the dignified seniors have an over
powering impulse to turn handsprings
in the halls, and when the lunch bell
rings he would give anything to be a
sophomore and run to the cafeteria,
instead of having to walk in a stately
manner and be last in line.
Scon we will be freshmen again.
Soon we will gaze with envious eyes
on the seniors in college. Soon we will
be looked down on as we now look
down on those below us. So forgive us
our conceited looks and our snooty
ways. After all, we were merely fol
lowing a tradition—we are not really
that way.
HARDY ROOT.
WHAT IF—
Marjorie were a cake instead of
Pye,
Harry were a mountain instead of
a Hill,
Elston were a drum instead of a
Fife,
Hardy were a stem instead of a Root,
Miriam were a carpenter instead of
a Mason,
Caroline were a moon instead of a
Starr,
Mary Helen were a queen instead
of a King,
Elmer were a robin instead of a
Wrenn,
Charles were dull instead of Sharpe,
Margaret were slender instead of
Stout,
Betty were a Ford instead of a
Chrysler,
Elvira were a grape instead of a
Berry,
Virginia were old instead of Young,
Felton were a room instead of a Hall,
Charlie were a baker instead of a
Miller,
Ogburn were a fork instead of a
Spoon,
Robert were a butcher instead of a
Baker,
Alice were green instea,d of Blue,
Agnes were a maid instead of a
Butler?
WE NOMINATE FOR OBLIVION
By Willie Wabble
Girls that have henna rinses—ama
teur musicians—lady killers and social
hounds—people with no sense of hu
mor—sophomores who think they are
upper classmen—sophisticated juniors
—those who interfere with other’s love
affairs—boys that make love over a
telephone—juniors that say “Just wait
till I’m a senior’’—social clicks.
Berkervitz, who may perhaps be able
to master a new step.
Item 9. Edna Faulkner and Sher
man Hines leave their dignity and re
served manner to Maurine Moore and
Gerry Bonkemeyer.
Item iO. Charles Elder leaves his
way with the women to that erst
while Romeo, Sid Ogburn.
Item 11. Lawrence Wilson and Den
nis Snead leave their athletic prowess
to “Runt” Wrenn in order that he may
develop into a man some day.
Item 12. Helen Crutchfield leaves
her sweet disposition to the members
of the High Life Staff.
Item 13. Louise Greene leaves her
timid bashfulness to be used by Van
MacNair.
In witness whereof we do hereunto
set our hands and seals this eleventh
day of January, 1933.
Witness: THE JANUARY CLASS
OF 1933.
HELEN CRUTCHFIELD, Testator.