November 19, 1937
Published Semi-Monthly by
the Students of Greensboro
Senior Pligh School
Greensboro, North Carolina
Founded by Class of 1921
Printed 'by McCulloch and Swain
Associate Editor—Marty Cockfield.
Business Manager—Cassie Kernodle.
Girculation Manager—L. M. Clymer.
Sports Editor—Worth Holder.
Copy Editor—iLaura Spence.
As.s-o. Copy Editor—Jean Berbert.
Feature Editor—Paul Pearson.
Exchange Editor—Jean Yates.
Faculty Advisers—^Mrs. Betts, Mr.
H'ucks, Miss Pike, Miss Sledge,
Reporters — Lois Baldwin, Nolle
Bookout, Bob Byrd, Janet Camp
bell, Doris Carr, M;argaret Crutch
field, I'riscilla Guthrie, Laura
Jane Liles, Martha Miuhinnette,
Rae Schumann, H. B. Sewell, Jean
Welborn, Mildred Yo-st, and Yir-
The Purpose of High Life Is to
et and preserve the history of
old individuals together under
' eparate the ivorthwhile from the
ivorthless and promote the
highest interest of students,
teachers, and school.
^ „ . ——-—^
“The little red schoolhouse is better
than the little-read student.” — Boston
dentally. On the other hand, there
are a great many more times when
one tears them intentionally.
Just because a picture or an
article happens to strike one’s
fancy, that is no reason for its not
striking someone else’s as well.
Suppress your desire for that
article or picture and give someone
else the pleasure of reading or see
It is extremely annoying to find
a torn spot in the middle of an
article you are reading; so do not
be the little pest who must tear a
hole in a newspaper or magazine.
Besides, remember those papers
and magazines cost the school some
Are You Guilty
Students! where are your table
manners'? Do you leave them in
English or Drench every day at
lunch time ? Why not bring them
along with you when you come to
The cafeteria committee, under
the capable leadership of Lavinia
Ellett and the faculty supervision
of Miss Louise Smith, has worked
out a very efficient system wffiereby
all offenders are given tickets and
sentenced to go to the detention
hall after school.
This committee doesn’t correct
you for its pleasure, but for your
own good. Therefore, if you are
one of the guilty mob that insists
on breaking into the lunch lines,
leaving trays on the tables, and tak
ing food out of the building, why
not turn over a new leaf tomorrow
and make our school cafeteria the
best in the state ?
“Words are pegs to hang ideas on.’
Henry Ward Beecher.
Cynics and philosophers in gen
eral condemn the human race as a
group of ungrateful tyrants; how
ever, WT do not like to believe that
this is true. Instead, we like to
think that tve are aware of our
blessings and opportunitie. How
can we better prove that we are
aw^are of them than by the spirit in
which we receive Thanksgiving
Day? Can we not show by our ac
tions that our minds rest more on
spiritual things than on gorging
our stomachs? Can we not prove
to the cynic that people have shorn
themselves of barbarism and have
attained to a high, civilized plane
of living? Can we not be big
enough to overcome worldly pride
and vanity by kneeling to God and
thanking Him for life, peace, hap
piness, security, and even the
privations and sorrows that help
to strengthen our characters? We
believe we can; so we are bearing
these thoughts in mind as we await
The American School of the Air pre-
-sents every Monday afternoon, from
2:30 to 3 :30, a program designed as a
supplementary aid to education, in the
classrooms of the country, over the
Columbia Broadcasting system.
Ijistening to these programs has be
come a regular feature of the daily
curriculum of schools throughout the
nation. A movement is now under way
to secure for the .students of G. II. S.
the privilege of hearing these programs,
which will include from time to time
such interesting and instructive pro
grams as “Interview on Critical Writ
ing,” to be given by John Farrar; a
scientific program on “Why Do Leaves
Turn Red in Autumn?”; a vocational
program on “Who Can Give Ls Sound
Vocational Guidance?”; and many
others of varying interest to both the
students and faculty of the schools.
The president of the Columbia Broad
casting system has said: “It is a
tribute . . . that the programs have
gained such wide acceptance and are
considered today a valuable adjunct to
Vandalism in Library
Why are we all born with a de
structive trait in us, and why are
so few of us taught to control it?
The library seems to be the most
tempting spot in the school in
which to destroy. We mean the
tearing of magazines and news
papers. There are, of course,
times when one tears things acci-
In the few minutes of respite that
sometimes comes to the defeated, ye
gossiper crouches in a corner and trem
blingly prepares to dash off this epistle.
It seems yours truly had the indiscre
tion last week to tell a host of Carolina-
ites (Worth Holder, Pinky Sewell,
etc.) that she was rooting for the
Dukes to win the Duke-Carolina foot
ball classic—all with the result that
ever since 5 p. m., Saturday, November
13, she has been petted and stormed
with “I told you so's’’ and practical
jokes and all that sort of hullaballoo.
And after a week of it, we (my Duke
colleagues and I) must admit we are
feeling about as big as a minute, but—
ouch! somebody just slugged me over
the head with a Carolina pennant.
Hence, maybe we had better ramble
olf into something less conducive to dis
putations confabulation (why can't I
think of words like that in English
Has anyone ever noticed the striking
resemblance between Anne Schenck
and Annis Hines? In a fog,they could
pass for each other.
By the way, Charlie Baker, the
gentleman with whom you saw Jane
Webb yesterday and the day before,
etc., has had a mad on ye gossiper ever
since she wrote that apology to Mr.
Aycock, concerning a front page case
of mistaken identity in High Life, and
didn't include litrle Charles in the
amends. Therefore, ive Inive gleaned
our brain (?) and finally pulled out
this niftj’ little rhyme, which we hope
will soothe the poor fellow’s ruffled
A grand old guy is Captain Baker,
Our gridiron team he doesn’t forsaker;
His football playing is sho' nuft' jaker.
He even rates as a touchdown, maker.
Now, Baker, my friend, we deserve a
forgive on that.
Who was that brawny somebody who
knocked us for such a loop in
the hall the other day on the Avay to
innch? We'd lik^to remind him he
needn’t chase the cafeteria so hard. It
is going to remain where it is for some
time to come.
We used to think this school was a
center of learning and culture, but our
bright illusion was dramatically shat
tered the last of last week in “joinal-
ism’’ when L. M. Clymer, special honor
roll student, in answer to the question,
“How can any news story be compared
to a work of Homer?’’ piped up,
Then there’s that line that might ap
ply to so many people in this school.
“The.v say there are those better than
I, but I’ll have to get out my glasses.”
And so we snugl.y take our leave.
WE WANT news:
The High Life staff is trying to get
the name of every student in school
into the paper at least once this year,
and twice if possible, in connection
with some worthwhile event. The Na
tional School Ih-ess Association has re
cently offered this idea in the sugges
tions for contests. Therefore, if anyone
has lost an eyelash, bit a toe-nail,
washed his ears (feet'll do), passed a
French test, called a doctor, flirted with
a teacher, had his face lifted, pulled a
tooth, stumped his toe, slept in history,
memorized the constitution, arched his
mustache, shaved his eye-brows, worn
a wig, invented something, flunked
something, killed something, saved
something, thought something, done
something, read something, told some
thing, eaten something, taken some
thing, given something, sold something,
or bought something, please get in
touch with someone on the staff imme
diately. We want news!
Thanksgiving Day—There—and Here
Miss Harbison’s English classes ob
served ait week by making original
drawings and giving orations.
Five motion pictures have been
ordered for \he home occnomic classes.
MR. TURKEY SPEAKING
“Oh, so you want to know about my
name, eh? Well, I’ll tell you, but it
must be kept secret, for if it got out
my good reputation would be ruined.
My official title is meleagris gallopavo,
but please don’t tell anyone. I’d much
rather you mention that my ‘handle,’
name to you, is just plain IMr. Turkey,
and that I acquired it because of my
call note, ‘turk, turk.’
“You also asked about my ancestors,
and so I shall attempt to tell you what
I know. Through my family tree, which
has its roots in America, I have traced
my ancestry back to the time of Colum
bus. By doing that, I uncovered the
appelhitions of several of my forbears,
whose names have gone down in his
tory. One of the most illustrious of
that group was Grampa Gobbles. He
once attended a banquet at the White
House, gracing the position of honor.
Another one of my famous predecessors
was Colonel ITnfeather. He, his cousins,
and some Spaniards set sail across the
‘Big Pond.’ The Spaniards reached the
“But here, while I've been talking to
you. Thanksgiving Inis crept on us; so
therefore, I must be off, ere I pass the
way of my worthy forefathers.”
Airs. Beatrice Hall, school librarian,
now has an assistant. Miss Sydney
Holmes. Aliss Holmes came to Greens
boro from Lexington, N. C., where she
was in charge of the library of the ele
mentary school and taught the third
The new librarian will stay at the
high school only part of her time, as
she is the head of the twelve grammar
school libraries in the city school .sys
She attended Converse colle.ge and
obtained her Library Science degree
after three years of summer school
work at the University of North Caro
This week the school library had
added to its shelves, 350 new books.
The books have been in the school for
some time, but had not been catalogued
until this week. The names of the
greater part of the books will be added
to the parallel reading lists.
On IMonday, November S, the library
assistants' club held open house for the
teachers. A very interesting contest on
North Carolina writers was staged. Re
freshments were served by member,s of
Let's lift our hearts in one accord.
And offer thanks to our dear Lord,
For all our blessings, one by one.
Refreshing rains-—the warmth of sun..>
For all the work of art in fall.
When nature dons her amtumn
xA frosty morn, a cooling breeze.
The comfort of the shelt’ring trees.
The spruce, the pine, the leafy fir.
The che.stnut in its sticky burr.
The pumpkin, and the apple red.
The pompons in the flower bed.
The frisky squirrel, gay and pert.
The timid fawn, with eyes alert,
For pretW bunny cotton-tail.
For hunters’ joj"—the graceful quail.
For football games, and happy throngs.
For lusty j’ells and cheerful songs.
For all the thrills of marching bands,
For moonlight nights and holding
Because of these a day was set.
Reminding those who might forget.
So celebrate, be happy, gay,
But offer thanks. Thanksgiving Day.
Evening walks the world of beauty—
Flecked with shadows filtering down-
xVnd the drowsy chirp of crickets—
Is the only foreign sound.
“It goes against the grain, but I’ll
do .it,” said the farmer as he got into
the threshing machine.—The Tower.
JEAN BERBERT IS NAMED
ASSOCIATE COPY EDITOR
Jean Herbert ha.s recently been ap
pointed associate copy editor of the
High Life staff’.
Jean, nvho is secretary of Quill and
Scroll and an honor roll student, has
been a valuable member of the ad
vanced journalism class for two semes
ters. Her responsibilities are to assist
Laura Spence, copy editor, in checking
the punctuation, construction, and co
herence of the news articles written for
The wind is laughing oh the hill;
But now it’s changed; it’s very still.
I'erhaps the tree,s refused to sway.
Until tomorrow, another day.
The wind is laughing on the hill,
Aly heart is caught in sway;
Of late my heart with cares was filled.
But the wind blew them all away.
“It says here that they have found,
a sheep in the Himalaya Alountains
that can run 40 miles an hour.”
“Well, it would take a lamb like that
to follow Alary nowadays.”—technique.
Distinguished men are hard to find
in a crowd because they usually look so