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HIGH LIFE
December 20, 1929
HIGH LIFE
I'ublished Weekly, Except Holidays, by the Students of the Greensboro
Ilii^h School, Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of ’21
Charter
Member
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 Olivia 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 Keruodle Elizabeth Wills
Anna 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 Ellzaoeth Yates
Elizabeth Sparger Edna Lewis Martha Shuford
Nancy Hudson Carey Sloan Nathan Lipscomb
Advisers
Mrs. Alma G. Coltrane Miss Nell Chilton Mr. Byron Haworth
My Name’s Jimmie;
I’ll take all ya
gimme
sweet-
God bless the master of this house,
Likewise the mistress too;
And all the little children
That round the table go.
—Old Devonshire Carol.
Christmas Awakening
With the advance of the Christmas holidays the true meaning of
tliese happy times begins to dawn upon us. Christmas is not essentially
a time for ‘ ‘ Cain Raising, ’ ’ there should be an undercurrent of serious
ness behind all our Yuletide activities. A thought of thanksgiving for
the holy love which God has lavished upon us in all His immortal gen-
erousness.
The charitable spirit which is so apparent at this time flowers into
a worthwhile regard for those who are less fortunate than ourselves.
The happiness in our own homes is extended to others whom it is in our
power to help, and God from His Heaven smiles dwon on a world which
has been made beautiful and happy by the combined forces of Nature
and Mankind.
So many Christmases in recent years have been passed in grief
and unhappiness. Turning back a decade or so, we find the youth of
our country in the mud and murk of the trenches in Prance during the
World War, boys of little more than our own high school age,* but now
the world is again at peace and the Yuletide season should be a festive
one .for everyone.
If it is within our power to make someone happy at this time; the
glory of this simple deed will increase our own enjoyment and make us
feel as if we have helped to make life here just a little more like our
Creator first intended it to he.
Peace on Earth!
December 25 is Christ’s birthday! The day on which all Christians
commemorate his birth by a spirit of gift.
America is supposed to be the most Christian nation! Therefore
there should be a more lovely appreciation of our Christ in this country
than in any other in the world. All people of whatever religion observe
this holiday because of the nature of its theme—that of giving being
more pleasant than receiving.
“Peace on earth, good will to men,’’ carol our musicians at this
season, and so sang the angels years ago. ■ What does our nation shout
today—no World Court, no League of Nations—no world peace—
rather armament, warships, military training of youth? is this proof
that this is a Christian nation? Is this evidence that we believe in
Christ? Are we Christ-like? Or are we sadly mis-named?
The golden rule itself is the platform of the so-ealled Christian
people. With its practice a world of i)eaee would perforce be the ulti
mate goal. Such a winning campaign would perfect Hie relationship of
the nations.
Everywhere one hears this: “In you, the youth of today, lies the
destiny of peace for tomorrow! Make it your own and keep it. ’’
Wlietlier Cliristian of one denomination or not Christian at all, we
can u.se that golden rule of “doing unto others as we would be done to’’
and proitiote the growth of n universal peace. If every nation had no
arms, no battleships, no means of war, no war would he waged.
it’s up to us, students of the United States to stand for and push
forward a peace that will be w'orld-wide—let’s start now 1 h''olks, every
chance we get let’s live; “Peace on earth, good will towards men!’’
All of these requests are numbered.
Take the numbers and place them with
the corresponding ones in the second
section of this JIMMIE AFFAIR if
there's a desire to know the who and
what.
As for the who:
1. Miss Ida Belle Moore, the winsome
little brunette of the faculty.
2. W. H. Coltrane, stalwart coach of
G. H. S.—teaches history, too, but you’d
never know it—no insinuation.
3. E. R. Phillips, the peck-peck peck
ing man.
4. Mrs. A. F. Comer, our beloved
school mama—guardian of the rce-box!
5. Miss Lottie Morgan, “busy-body”
of the school.
6. Miss Amy Caldwell, noted for her
use of pens.
7. Miss Fannie Starr Mitchell, who i
second only to Saint Peter in receiving.
8. Miss Sara Lesley, lover of Vergil
9. C. W. Phillips, local boss.
10. Miss Mary Morrow, math enthusi
ast.
11. Miss Estelle Mitchell,
toothed lady.
12. Stanley Johnson, ladies' man.
13. Grady Miller, the musician of our
faculty.
14. Jo Causey, once hockey coach—
now and then a French teacher.
15. Mrs. W. E. Braswell, mother and
teacher.
Of course curiosity is a mighty thing.
The whole faculty wants. They told
High Life so. Like one gets a prize
at a store opening or something, these
above get in this column, ’cause a re
porter grabbed their names out of the
basket first—one by one, too.
Now as to the what;
1. A rich husband, heavily under
scored it was written by her own fair
hand. Who’d blame her?
2. Lots of luck when he goes hunting
—that’s what he wants. Who’d blame
him?
3. Such a string of ’em—just look;
yo-yo, hammer and saw, cow-boy suit,
pair green socks, speckled handkerchief,
new necktie and a few other things.
4. “What would make me happy
Christmas would be that everybody
here at Senior High School come down
and eat at the cafeteria and have our
cafeteria the brightest and happiest
spot of the whole place.” Isn’t that like
her.
5. Good weather. Pleasie order it
We will.
6. “A fountain pen that will write,
will not leak, nor need filling every
fifteen minutes.” She would—Eh,
What?
7. An umbrella, and I’ve got to have
one. She’s planning to be “singing in
the rain.”
8. Now for the best or biggest order
of all. Here it is: I want very little
for Christmas, just $1,500 for the Veri
gilian Pilgrimage and Aeneid Cruise in
celebration of the Bunillenium Vergil-
ianum.
9. Three days of eating and sleeping
and nothing else—a simple order and
he needs it—I mean the sleep—oh, no—
I don’t mean—I don’t know what 1
mean. Anyway take it—I mean fill it—
Oh, heck.
10. Necklace of crystal beads and a
subscription to a good magazine. Hope
she gets it.
11. A 5-lb. box of Schraft’s Choco
lates! ’Nough said!
12. “Plenty of good cats and plenty of
guests.” Now isn’t that like him!
13. Your good wishes!
14. Books—fict—poems and fiction.
That’s what she had, but she meant fic
tion first ’cause that’s what she put
first.
15. “Am willing to risk Santa Claus
with the selection.” How many are?
That’s why this comes last—it was so
unusual.
Note: Believe it or not, every teach
er sent us a list of her yuletide de
sires. These are samples.
“Peace on earth.
Good will toward men,”
STATION P-U-B-L-I-C EDITOR
ANNOUNCER
Editing a newspaper can be tlie most
fun in the world—in other words work
is often made a pleasure by those who
wish it so. Nevertheless there are the
hectic times^i If you don't believe it
ask everybody who helped work on
High Life for the December 0 issue.
There were numerous mistakes when
the iiaper finally came from the press.
Many of these were absolutely unavoid
able. Some of course, could have been
prevented. Nevertheless a paper can’t
weep over spilt milk, but it is the
policy of all good papers to annoimce
corrected material in future publica
tions. So with High Life !
Two mistakes in that fatal issue out
shined the rest. Miss Laura Tillett’s
Shakespeare class was ommitted from
the article on siiecial courses of
G. H. S.
A box on the sixirt page was sadly
lacking.
Here’s hoping there'll never he an
other such paper circulated on the
globe.
Greensboro merchants promote our
high school to a remarkable degree.
We appreciate their co-operation thor
oughly.
Mr. E. F, Ilarllee, who made it pos
sible for our senior class to work at
Meyer’s store and thereby gain inval
uable experience and aid in publishing
the Reflector, accept our sincere thinks.
The whole student body wants to shake
hands with you through High Life.
And to all of you people who con
tributed prizes for the contest which
the school paper promoted—many
thanks.
And all of us who want to see the
school publications bettered and all the
activities and any other decisions made
let’s broadcast them here where we can
talk them over. In the meantime-d
iet’s sign off by wishing everybody a
merry, merry Christmas and a happy
New Year I
A REAL CHRISTMAS
It was Christmas Eve night,
Such a perfect one
With the snow falling hurriedly down.
It had covered the earth
With its blanket of white,
Without making the slightest sound.
I sat in my favorite rocker
With the parlor lamp turned low.
I built castles bright
By the dim firelight
As I watched the embers glow.
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Just then I heard a faint rap.
I was sure ’twas an old friend of mine
Who had come to invite me to dinner
the next day.
Or give me a drink of new wine.
With a step that was light I sprang to
the door
To welcome a dear friend of old.
But,' oh! such a shock;
I am sure that I frowned
On this old man shivering with cold.
My feelings just then would be hard to
describe,
As I met the old man at the door;
But I only hope this—
When you’re comfortably blessed,
-That you’ll come face to face with the
poor.
With his head bowed low,
A faint smije on his lips,
The old man feebly said,
“Kind mister, I*m awfully hungry and
cold,
Please give me some food and a bed.”
THIS
They are worse than children, if you
ask me.
Who’s they?
These teachers. ^ Why one of them
says she won’t tell what she wants for
Christmas—that is for publication un
less High Life promises to fork up said
want! Ho-IIo-Hopc she doesn’t think
we care that much about whether or
not we get that bit o’ gosip. That’s
not sarcasm now understand—just
facts.
That night I learned from experience.
There is more pleasure in being kind
To the poor and needy, hungry and
cold,
Than greeting old friends of mine.
MAUDE TALLEY.
LETTER TO SANTA CLAUS
Dear vSanty:
I want to know .something. Do you
have n white heard? My grandpa’s is
black. And look—Are you twins? The
reason I ask, is I saw you twice in
about a minute,, once ringing a little
hell, and the other time pulling at your
whiskers. You had also changed your
face, aiy(l must have greatly reduced,
because in one case you were very fat
and in the other you were tall and slim.
Do you stuff .yourself with pillows?
My uncle says you do. Remember, I
want you to bring me 021 ice cream
cones and 501 hot dogs.
Troolie,
JIMMIE.