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HIGH LIFE
December 6, 1929
HIGH LIFE
I’liblislicd Weekly, Except Holidays, by the Students of the Greensboro
Ilia'll Scliool, Greensboro, N. (’.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Chabter
Membeb
March
1925
Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C.
STAFF
Managing Editor Margaret Kernodle
Assistant Managing Editor Leila George Cram
Editor Elizabeth Leak
Business Manager : Carl Kellam
Circulation Manager James Strickland
Special Editors
Assignment Editor OliTia Branch
Typing Editor Bernard Money
Art Editor Richard Frazier
Sports Editor Ernest White
Alumni Editor Elizabeth Sockwell
Assistant Editors
W. B. Mayes Grace Hobbs Frances Kernodle Elizabeth Wills
iftina Wills James Strickland Evelyn Garrett Mack Heath
Elizabeth Benbow Douglas Cartland
Typists
Ruth Thompson Mabel Block Hal Hicks Lloyd Thompson
Frances Swift
Reporters
Mary Scarborough Kathleen Wrenn W. M. Paris
Madeline Wilhelm Gladys Holder Guy Hope
Margaret Knight Columbia Gaither Elizabeth Yates
Elizabeth Sparger Edna Lewis Martha Shuford
Nancy Hudson Carey Sloan Nathan Lipscomb
Advisers
Mrs. Alma G. Coltrane Miss Nell Chilton Mr. Byron Haworth
Watch Your Chance
WHICH BIRD IS YOURS?
Opportunity
When at the formal opening of our new school one of our prominent
Greensboro mothers said to her husband, “ If I had had the opportunity
of studying in this Home Economics laboratory, perhaps your digestion
would have suffered less”; he, in reply, said, “And if I had been a
member of the radio class, static wouldn’t have bothered us so. ’ ’
Great educators of today are debating the questi9n of vocational
training or, rather, specialized courses in the high school. Some main
tain that we fail to receive the culture of literature that we should have
if we learn how to earn our daily bread. Others say that we benefit
by the experience and traning of art and trade in our high schools. Be
these as they may there is a vast amount of worth in our present school
system. /
Those fortunate enough to go to college continuing the course of
their high school study gain experience and training of untold value.
Those who do not go to college learn sufficient trade to begin earning
tlieir own living. Then they finish their education in the “school of
good books and university of liard knocks. ’ ’
Special courses added to the regular curriculum of a school provide
education of great worth to the later life of those participating in such
classes as: radio, experimental physics, creative chemistry, nature
study, home economics, art, music, typing, shorthand, bookkeeping, com
mercial arithmetic, creative English, journalism, and Shakespeare.
“Out of the Pepper Box”
The Greensboro high scliool student spirit was duly exemplified in
the final game with Gastonia, wdien a great many of our high school stu
dents, in no wise daunted by tlie steady downpour of piercing hail
and by the biting wind, turned out at the stadium to witness the final
glorious whirl of the Whirlwind. The waning support formerly ex-
hibited by the cheerios and student body took a decided turn for the
better. What causes it; we wonder!
In the first place G. H. S. has finally organized an efficient cheer
leading squad, and the liead cheer-leader has picked capable assistants, j
wlio can, and will, yell as if to burst their throats. Something had to be
done; the crisis was at hand. Three cheers for Coach Belding, who,
althougli he did not turn out a ehampionsliip team, succeeded in
pepping up the student spirit!
In the second place the football boys work one hundred per,cent
better wlien hacked'by a yelling, eager bunch of their schoolmates.
So students enter the basketliall season with the peppiest pep in
town!
The halls of G. H. S. rang with laugh
ter and excitement. Everybody was
signing up for his classes. History,
English, and math were the popular
subjects.
, Next to these came the vqcational
subjects, such as typing, liookkeeping,
shorthand, and commercial arithmetic.
Everybody likes these subjects, 'l.beeause
they know these will pj-epare them for
the future.
Among the pupils registering for
typing, shorthand, and bookkeeping
was a bright, good-looking boy called
Houston Patterson. He was a studious
boy and loved athletics. Being a very
good football player, he was wearing
a big purple and gold sweater with a
beautiful letter “G” on it. After sign
ing up his vocational subjects, he re
turned his card to the office.
A few days later Houston found him
self at the typewriter among other
girls and boys. Day after day the stu
dents learned to move their fingers
lightly over the keys. After the first
grading period, Houston received a B
on typing.
Each day in the busy room he worked
hard trying to improve his speed. After
long days of work he typed 35 words
a minute, a record of which he was
very proud.
During th,e semester Houston became
interested in a very pretty girl who sat
right across from him in class. She was
a good typist and often beat Houston
by writing several words more than he
per minute. Her name was Ann Carl
ton. Often times before class Houston
and Ann would engage in conversa
tion.
One day while working diligently,
the class was called to order. The
teacher announced that a business man
who was very interested in Greensboro
High School had offered the best typist
in the sehoor$100 and a good job.
“Gee,” said Houston, “how I would
like to win that job, and how that $100
would help me.”
Ann longed to receive the prize also
The award would mean a lot to her,
After this announcement the room
buzzed with excitement and comment.
Of course, each pictured himself with
the prize and good job.
Now Houston and Ann both would
graduate in the spring. One night when
he, called on Ann, they began talking
about the award.
Public Discussion
Resolved: That the President of the United States should be elected
for a term of six years. Thus read the query for and against which six
eadi of High Point and Greensboro students presented their points.
An incidental result is that the affirmative won in both cases; incidental,
because the result of an inter-school deliate is vastly overshadowed by
the fact that there has been a debate.
.Debating has not attracted much interest among the student body
of 0. II. prol)ably because of the fact that while people like to watch
other ])eople in various forms of athletic^, each, to a greater or less de
gree. likes to do his own talking.
ilany students who give little thought to the extra-curricular activ
ities should .investigate the opportunities for the interesting and self-
developing programs and discussions offered by the debating eluhs of
the school.
“I can type 45 words a minute now,
Gee, I wish I could win that award!”
said Ann.
“Not you, but me; a $100 would be
great and how a nice a job would fit
in before going to college.”
“But how can we both receive itf”
“Well, I know you will win the prize,
although I wish I could.”
“Houston, don’t you think typing is
reat fun, honestly?”
“Sure, and you’re great, too.”
As time went on, Houston now
thought that he w’ould have to get a
good job or he wouldn’t get to go to
college.
“Oh, how I wish I could win the typ-
i ing aw’ard. It would mean so much to
me,” thought Houston. “Why, I’ve
just got to go to college.”
As the time drew near, a number of
pupils stayed after school to do extra
budgets, and each one took more inter
est in typing. Every day a new record
for the speed test was made. Neither
Ann nor Houston ever broke this. How
ever, their work was neat, correct, and
good, but their fingers did not have the
required speed.
Not long before graduation the last
speed test was given. Houston made
a good score, but Ann lost out. Al
though his was not the best, his paper
was neat and absolutely correct.
Then came the final blow: Houston
Patterson liecame sick and missed a
great deal of school. He was unable
to keep up his lessons. All of his air
castles and dreams fell, and he let the '
typing award slip out of his mind, i
When exam week came, Houston was
just strong enough to return, and take
his final exams. These he passed by
“the skin of his teeth,” but his typing-
test was the lowest. Yet Houston was
glad !ie was able to be up and around.
Then when Houston learned that he
wouldn’t be able to have a job through
the summer, this was the end of every
thing. But he still had Ann and she
was a peach, he thought. He wished
he had enough money to buy her
something nice for graduation, but it
was no use. _ Everything had failed.
Senior week, filled with teas, dances,
and parties, followed. Excitement and
thrills heaped up upon each other.
Houston could attend only a few of the
affairs on account of his health. All
this gala of events came to a glorious
end—graduation night. The band, ad
dresses, praises, diplomas, and awards
all seemed in a whirl to Houston. He
heard'only half that was said. Then
came the awarding t-o the best typist. He
could hear the principal tell how good
student the recipient of the prize
was. Houston had heard him say
something about speed tests not being
everything, illness, neatness, work, and
correctness, an all around good boy. |
“So, it was a boy; that meant that
Ann hadn’t won the prize,” thought
Houston.
“Now, it gives me great pleasure to
present this $100 and a good job to
” said the principal.
Could Houston be hearing a-right?
Yes, he had said “Houston Patterson.”
As if in a dream he walked up and
received the prize while his head was
still whirling. He saw a fight for Ann,
job which would not be too hard on
is health, and, foremost of all, college.
“Gee, Houston, I am so proud of you;
knew you would win it.”
It was Ann.
“Great Caesar’s ghost, I did win it,
didn’t it? Gosh, but I am in a daze,
and not over the prize, either.”
“Why?”
“Ah, gee, Ann, I am crazy about
you! ”
A FRIEND OF CAESAR
Caesar in his bravery and liability
i-itings (that is, he was liable to write
any. lie and call it the truth) did not
know that', he was going to have one
more friend. That friend is the author
of the book they called “Pony.” How
ever. I haven’t been horseback riding
on mine, yet, but about the end of the
semester some folks say that another
pony is going to give me a terrible
kick because I happened to make a D.
Most of the Latin teachers like this
Friend of Caesar on account of (that
would take the accusative case because
I told the teacher I thought it would
be in the ablative) the historical refer
ences it gives, and besides it is easy'to
refer to when a dumb student who
hasn’t got one is reciting.
To the Editor:
The idea you have for this week’s
paper appeals to me very much. If our
school stands out in any sort of a way
over any other school, I think it ia due
in a large measure to the fact that we
have been fortunate enough to offer
worthy students and ambitious students
courses over and above the regular re
quired work. There are those who will
say that a number of courses, listed
elsewhere in this paper, are placed on
the schedules of students because those
courses may be easier. There are
those, also, perhaps, who' would,-want
us to have only required work, and no
opportunity to work in other fields. I
believe, however, that with the so-called'
fundamental subjects as a background
that there is nothing that will add more
to the life of our school and to the
life of the individual members partici
pating than an opportunity to debate,
sing, write, act, draw, etc. I hope the
time will never come when we will be
forced to lessen our interest in the
so-called extra courses or special aetivi-'
ties. C. W. PHILLIPS.
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♦ «
I’ve just sailed from abroad; I don’t
quite get the' idea of this word, but
how I did hit when I reached the bot
tom deck, I mean step or something
(mentioning no names of staff members
that went along with me). Well, that
was one of ^y first non-stop flights
ever took threw the heir an dthat was
not in. a great big heirplane.
Perhaps my juters (or is it jeters?)
fill sorta the way Pm feeling now, but
they oughtn’t to cause they laughed
first. Them what laughs first most
usually laughs last (however), and this
sure was the case this special time be
ing one day last Wednesday afternoon.
I’m still sore! The lady said in the
big show up town after she had just
backroded that boss, “I got sore; I can’t
dance now.” I fills sorta that way my
self, and how I do hypotise with that
red headed lady rider in the mavie
talkin’ picture show.
I’d just like to tell ’fore that big
editor tells mo to quiet this hear riting
and to sign off quick—that the deah
teachers and pupils better watch their
step and not try to do any smart acts
as I done. Cause, if they should, they’ll
sure enough poy for that flight in the ■
inn and maybe recommend it all ways
to the Cockeyed World.
Heres hoping ' that the correctors
won’t not have the hardest of hours
making out these lines of my ritings as
I did have in reedding it after it was
'ote.