Page Tivo HIGH LIFE December 3, 1937 HIGH LIFE Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of Greensboro Senior Pligh School Greensboro, North Carolina Founded by Class of 1921 Onternatict^ Printed 'by McCulloch and Swain Editor-in-CMef—Miriam Sewell. Associate Editor—Marty Cockfield. Business Manager—Cassie Kernodle. Circulation Manager—L. M. Clymer. Sports Editor—Worth Holder. Copy Editor—iLaura Spence. Hs60. Cojry Editor—Jean Berbert. Feature Editor—Paul Pearson. Exchange Editor—Jean Yates. Faculty Advisers—^Mrs. Betts, Mr. HuckS', Miss Pike, Miss Sledge, Miss Moser. Reporters — Lois Baldwin, Nelle Bookout, Bob Byrd, Janet Camp bell, Doris Carr, Miargaret Crntch- fleld, Priscilla Guthrie, Laura Jane Liles, Martha Minhinnette, Rae Schumann, H. B. Sewell, Jean Welhorn, Mildred Yost, and Vir ginia Barefoot. The Purpose of High Life Is to G et and presierve the history of O'ur school. 'old mdividuals together under high standards. separate the ivorthivhile from the worthless and promote the highest interest of students, teachers, and school. cheaters ! ’ ’ and save ourselves from undue criticism, which will surely be directed upon us if this practice is continued. Birds of America John James Audubon was one of the greatest naturalists and bird painters in America. Ilis original publicationss of birds are worth thousands of dollars, but now a book has been published with a complete selection of Audubon’s works, and we are fortunate to have a copy in our library. It is a marvelous collection for one man to have made, and it contains a few misrepresentations. —^ o— Have You Read It? What Price Cheating? Is cheating worth the price one Since National Book Week was cele brated this month. High Life chose this time to inaugurate a new column— thumb nail book reviews. The book sketch this week was selected because the author, Emil Ludwig, spoke at Woman’s College recently, and, there fore, the subject is of current interest. The 'Nile, by Emil Ludwig; The Viking Press, New York, 1937. $5. Many legends and stories have grown up about this mysterious river. As we follow the course of the Nile, whose origin is in a land of wild beauty, we visualize the past and its numerous historic figures. The story of the primi tive tribes living along the river runs parallel with the tale of rulers of Egypt and Europe. Therefore, one meets ele phants, cannibals, nineteenth century explorers, and British bridge-builders, as well as Cleopatra, Napoleon, Caesar, and Antony in the pages of this fasci nating tale. The life-story of a river that moves primarily through space, :i.,s well as through time, is begun, not with the pyramids at the mouth, which is the ! usual order of its history, but with the niTerraTTsNi t JEeNour ceM ^ ” However, it is the beautiful language has to pay? Is making an excel lent grade in English or mathe matics by dishonest work worth the loss of self-repect and the respect of your fellow students — and eventually that of your teachers ? You ask, ^'^What is real cheat ing?” Of course everyone con demns open cheating on tests and class work, but not everyone thinks of the person who copies your homework, because he was too sleepy to do it last night, as being a cheat. Not everyone condemns the and easy stjde, in which all Mr. Lud wig's books are written and which is repeated in this story, that really at tract the reader. The book will be re membered not as a factual history of a river, but as a biography of the Nile and its people through the years. Poet’s Corner boy or girl who ‘Morrows” your notebook the night before it is due to be handed in and does the work, in a half hour’s copying, that you have probably worked over for sev eral nights. Nevertheless, the person who does this is just as much of a cheat as the one who is openly dishonest on tests and he loses the esteem of his fellow classmates just as quickly. It is difficult to refuse to “lend” your work when a friend asks for it, but if we, the students of Greensboro Senior High School, are to live up to the standards set for us in the past, we must conduct a campaign against cheating in every form—wm must learn to re fuse to uphold the other fellow in his dishonest work; for that is what we really are doing when we are unable to refuse to assist, or to do a fellow student’s work for him. Now that the Social Standards conference has so successfully car ried out its theme, “Behave Your self,” let us adopt another motto, “Down with cheating — and COURTSHIP I threw a kiss one day to a daisy, And she smiled; back at me! Cold chills of delight tickled my stalk, And my hair roots wriggled with glee. I longed to whisper sweet nothings In her snowy, white-petaled ear; So I picked up a tune from the breezes, And murmured it to my dear. Oh, that was a happy courtship On a beautiful day in June, But the frost soon took her away. And ended it all too soon. Nancy O’Brien. ELAINE (The following poem was ivritten in Miss Wall’s English 5 class, which re cently completed a unit on Tennyson’s “Idylls of the King.”) Poor Elaine—so pure and sweet— Threw her love at Lancelot’s feet; Lancelot turned it down for fear Of his wicked love for Guinevere. Poor Elaine—with broken heart— Decided death would be her part; Thus the maid of Astolot Died, thinking only of Lancelot. Lancelot, knowing, merely mused O’er the love he had so abused; And continued with what to him was dear— His wicked love for Guinevere. Paul Wilson. Mother: “Johnny, why do I find your hand in the cookie jar?” Johnny: “I don’t know, mother, un less it’s because you wear rubber heels.” ALQllg mTUR-E TMILS Conservation of Christinas Green Did you know that holly, cedar, and winter berries will soon be extinct if WC' continue to use them for Christ mas decorations? Only the female holly tree produces berries, and these tr^ees are cut down in enormous numbers every Christmas. The cedars are also used every 3mar. Thej" are slow growers, and are not very large in number. If we continue to use them, they will soon be depleted, Why not use the pine? It makes just as lovely a Christmas tree. These trees are more numerous, and grow very fast. Feeding the Birds Oh boy! Did you enjoy your food on Thanksgiving daj^? However, did you think about the birds? They have a hard time securing their food this cold weather. Throw out some bread crumbs or hang up a inece of suet, and 3mu will have as much fun out of watching the different species eat as thej'' wdll have eating the food. Set up a feeding station around, your home, and you wdll soon liave a familj^ of birds. Red-breasted Nuthatch Members of the nature study class observed several Eed-breasted Nut hatches wdiich are migrating from the north Avhere they nest. This bird is rarely seen here; hence, as beginners in bird study, we consider ourselves fortunate in having seen them. This bird is most useful because it controls the insects that would destroy our forests. Open Forum Dear Editor: Are we the students of this High Scdiool taking life too easy? Are we seriously finding fault with the way -nnv " DPt uro.spmt DON’T CHEAT Each -time vou cheat ini EX'^^A5 it ^e'comc'S' easier to cheat NE’ST time until IM SCt^OOL Cd HABiT BECOMES 50 'rlVED -rUAT NOU CAtaRV 'T tU(?U LiPE. (M BUjiNJeS’S' Flash! Mr. and Mrs. G.H.S.! All Students at Large! day situation? Students, we are the ones who wdll be chosen to go to war. Are we going to allow ourselves to be dragged into isoinething w^hich does not concern us? Are we not satisfied with our present homes and schools? Whj- .should we be blown to bits by gunfire because some foreign country wmnts in its back yard another country’s land? Let’s all help in a movement to pro mote a peaceful nation. BROADUS TROXLER. POETIC ARITHMETIC The problem ivork which the student is asked to do in a business course of arithmetic should accuratelj" refiect the sort of calculating that is done in business today. Since time immemorial, puzzle problems have furnished news paper editorial -writers and comic striii artists wdth a vast amount of material. And it is a fact that any number of problems which apeared in arithmetic books long ago in the elementary school are ivell calculated to create laughter. But thej' were no laughing matter to the children! The gem found below was found in one of the chapters of the old book, “Mercantile Arithmetic”: Mr. J. Staulej’ .Johnson has been talking wd,h Ilabana. Cuba, India and .Joplin, Mb., through his personal ama teur radio hookup. He says tliat he has been trying to contact an exiled Indian prince who, he has heard, has a radio set. As .vet he hasn’t had much luck—'just talking with the commoners, 3mu know’—but here’s hoping 1 Also, tw’o G. 11. S. radio students, David Abbott and Herbert Clark, have been contacting the outside world by meaiLS of radio and telephone equip ment. David ha.s talked with Iraq, Asia, over the telephone just as you and I would talk, except, of course, w’e wouldn't be talking with Asia ; and Herbert has contacted Australia—he didn’t S'- ' ^ poke; maj’be.it Now that ’Thanksgiving and football season are over, and eversmne in .school is settling down for his long classroom naps until those blessed Christmas holidays arrive, and the w’eatherman is predicting colder wdnds, w'e are wondering who will be the first to drag out that dowclj'-looking coon- skin cap Ed Langston left to the school when he graduated last June. A recent oral pop quiz put to about 7)0 people in the school reveals that chocolate ice cream is the favorite food of most of those questioned. One of the strongest addicts of this delicacy. Miss Sara IMims, mentioned incidentally that she liked hers “smothered under gobs of w hipped cream’’-—a hint to cer tain genlleinen of the faculty. w'as Lnc;,;u (■ T.sn’t science wonderful? I’ll be back in a flash with a flash— next time. “When first the marriage knot was tied Betwixt my wife and me. My age did hers as far exceed As three times three do three; But after ten and half ten jmars. We man and wife had been. Our ages then appeared to be As eight is to sixteen. Nowq Tyro, skilled in numbers, sajp What Avere our ages oh the wedding day?” The ansAver, also in rhymed form, goes like this: “Sir, fort^’-five years jmu had been. Your bride no more than just fifteen.” ■—The EoAA'e Budget. “Noaa', in ease anything should go Avrong Avith this experiment,” said the professor of chemistry, “Ave and the laboratoiy Avill all be bloAAui sky high. NoAAg come a little closer, boys in order that you may folloAv me.” LIKE A GOLDFISH ON A WASHBOARD “A ship lost at sea” might just as Avcil describe mj' feelings three Aveeks ago Avhen I entered G. H. S. for the first time in all my life. I rode to school, and before I reached my desti nation, I found myself Avondering if I AA'ere leaving all hints of civilization. Later, after entering the school, I Avas so skittish that if anyone had said “scat,” I Avould have jumped straight in the air, and on landing Avould not have stopped running until I Avas three miles aAva.v—if then. Once in the office, I settled doAvn to Avait for Mr. Routh, Avhoni I did not see until nearly II o’clock. In the meantime my heart reached out to Miss Hyams Avho conA’ersed Avifh me and also gave me a handbook and the latest edi tion of High Life which I pretended to read ; but all the Avhile I Avas really euAying her for her poise. Mr. Routh, I found, Avas all the things I expected a principal to be— only he Avas much more pleasant. Ar ranging my schedule, he took me around, introducing me to my teachers. Before the ordeal Ava.s oA^er, I Avas cer tain that I would “get along.” My being from Charlotte must have interested many students, for I Avas SAvamped Avith questions about different people and places there. At lunch I AAuis ushered into a croAA'd that aauis so sociable that I couldn’t imagine the loneliness I had felt a feAv hours be fore. Yet, eA-ery time I changed classes and found myself being pushed along Avith an utterly strange group, I had a longing to craAA'l into a hole and pull the sod over me. Noaa', I am perfectly at home. I feel at ease—as though I belonged here. I OAve my more recent opinion of G. H. S. to the many students wTio have made me one of them. By a NeAV Student. li'iiw 11 I HP* ■ ■III III iHiiiBinn j»-'- m-'. ' Just trom sneer personal observa tion AAm Avould imagine that Jane Mur ray uses more notebook paper than anybodj' in school. And it isn’t all for school Avork, either. (Hoav in the Avorld can you think of so many to Avrite to, Jane?) Choicest neAvs bit of the Aveek: Miss Louise Smirh, Avell-knoAA’'n faculty mem ber, Avas secretary of the first G. IT. S. Student Council. And Avho should come tripping down the hall the other day, all garbed in a certain Guilford collegiate’s short coat, than Mitzi SeAA’ell. It is a sort of mutual exchange, Ave learned. He thinks her green corduroy beer jacket is just too, too duckjL lYho remembers Avhen Elma Dean used to sing on the Junior Radio Hour . . . Catherine Paris Avas the best run ner in the sixth grade at Ay cock School, except for Ed Gehrke, her arch rival. . . . Edgar Harvej' Avas Judge of the court at Central Junior High. . . . Harold Ginsberg sang tenor in the Aycock School Glee Club. . . . Mr. Hucks had no mustache? FOOTBALL BOYS ON HONOR ROLL Your reporter realizes that there are exceptions to all rules, but has decided that the familiar expression “football pla^’ers are dumb” Avill liaA'e to be veri fied, for G. IT. S. football stars (at least) are hot scatter-brained. During the first six AA'eeks report period, three football plaj'ers of this school made an average of 90 or better. They are Charles “Ilardrock” Hipp, Perrine Bil- yeu, and James MWlfe. It’s up to you, gridiron boys; are jmu going to keep this record up, or are you going to go hack on us? Professor: “You have noAV been in my serA’ice tAventy-fiA’e years, I believe, Mary.” Faithful Domestic (expectantly): “Yes, sir.’ Professor: “Well, as a reward for your faithful services, I have decided to name after you the neiv species of beetle I have just discovered.”

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