North Carolina Newspapers

Page Two HIGH LIFE HIGH LIFE PubllBhed Weekly, Eicejit Holidays, by the Students of the Greensboro High School, Greensboro, N. C. Founded by the Class of ’21 Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C. STAFF Editor-iTtrChief Olivia Branch Editor Goldie Goss Business Manager James Doubles Assistant Business Manager Wyatt McNairy Circulation Manager Ballard May SPECIAL EDITORS Sports Editor Ernest White Typing Editor i John Dunlvant Art Editors Lynwood Burnette, David Morrah Feature Editor Grace Hobbs Alumni Editor Margaret Rue Exchange Editor Frances Kemodle ASSISTANT EDITORS Henry Bagley TYPISTS Katherine Davis Filmore Wilson Marguerite Le Fort REPORTERS Walter King Elizabeth Benbow FACULTY ADVISERS Strong for High Life High Life and Homespun were entered in Class A at the press con vention held at Lexington, Virginia. To be eligible for class A, the school must have an enrollment of one thousand and fifty students or more. At the Southern Interseholastic Press Association meeting High Life won first place in this class. We consider this quite an achievement for High Life and its boost ers. To bring home a cup signifying that our paper is better than any class a high school paper in the South, from a journalistic point of view, more than makes up for the time and work which has gone into the making of High Life. Winning first place in the Southern Convention is good—but win ning first place in Columbia Scholastic Press Convention is better, and it is our goal. We believe we can make it if we do not stint on the time and labor. Shall We Have a Quill and Scroll? The question comes to mind as to why we of G. H, S. do not have some sort of honor society, towards which those interested in writing and working on the high school publications might aspire to belong. We have a general honor society, Torchlight; The Golden Masquers, a recently organized unit of the Dramatics Club, is the highest status those working in Dramatics may hope to attain in the high school. We have both Boys’ and Girls’ Monogram clubs, which those of exceptional athletic ability may join, but little attention is paid to the would-be writers whose attempted masterpieces may be read in Homespun and High Life. A High Life adviser, has for sometime attempted to interest the students in organizing a chapter of the national high school literary society, Quill and Scroll, here in high school. The plan has, however, repeatedly fallen through from lack of proper support on the part of the students. Everything points in its favor; our publications are of the highest type and have won many prizes at the various conventions which our representatives have attended. Not only that, but exceptional interest is taken in both by the students. There is little or no expense in the starting of a chapter, a single fee of two dollars per member takes care of the pin and other costs of organization. The best thing to do, we think, if Quill and Scroll is to come to Greensboro high school, is for the students interested in writing to get behind the movement and give it every support within their power. We’ll put it over by enthusiasm if nothing else ! Let’s have some opinions on the matter! Can’t we hear frorri a few of you? Howdy, folks. Here we are back the job again writing so that you will have something to take your tni your studies for a while, and to finish this darn column so we can go show. Don’t go away yet. We ain’t going to write no poetry right now. Just stick around and we’ll try to keep you awake If you ain’t all ready t gone. We’n a bad bumor, by crackie. wrapped up in thought this morning that we put on shoes that weren’t mates, shaved with toothpaste, and left our lunch money at home. Then, as if that weren’t enough, we threw math book out the window in place of OUT chewing gum. And we’are third floor, too. This column is. just driving us nuts. We’ve been pecking ■ay at this typewriter so much that dream ‘qwertyuiopasdfgbjklzxcvbnm,. Why, if anybody even mentions apl»abet soup we’ll go crazy. We c. rite much this time because were checking the college yesterday and strained our eyes. Thanks for Your Having Faith In Us Greensboro high school is fortunate in having the parents of the students just as interested in the school as the students themselves are. Some instances have occurred which has proven that the parents are not only interested and ready to help when called upon, but that they have the utmost faith in the high school. They feel that they can trust us. When the delegates of High Life and Homespun needed a means of transportation the parents of one of the delegates were glad to let us use their car. They have interest and faith in us and we in turn care enough that we are careful not to misplace or disregard this trust. To know the citizens of Greensboro feel this way about us is one of the greatest compliments that we can receive and we thank them with the hopes that we may always merit this attitude. LIVES OF GREAT MEN Pretzeloniua Frulingslied was born little town in Berlin, Germany., I parents, being of Russian descent, called him ‘Joe’ for short. Joe suprised his parents one day by playing on the linoleum.. They knew ce that he would be a great some day, so Paw Frulingslied rushed down to the hock shop at and bought a rare old Stradifferous violin for three dollars and ninety-eight cents. Of course little Joe was delighted, and practiced for ten days the first week he had it. In due time, he was a mt ter of the violin. He came to t United States and rented a room in . attic where he could starve in peace. Then our hero got his chance. A big department store owner happened to pass by his retreat. Wondering what the whining, squeaking noise wi investigated, and saw Joe standing by the window rendering Qualm’s immortal To a Wild Cow.’ When the last pensive strain had drifted away in the cold, clear bleakness of that June night, the man was almost overcome with emotion. “At last I have found the solution to my problem,’’ he cried passionately. Our hero was astonished at this and asked the man what that had to do with the price of bananas. “I own a dtpartmont store. Business has not been so good for the last few months. My rival across the street has taken all my trade away. I have idea, and I’ll pay you well if you will Watch Our Grass Grow On looking over our grounds we see that they are in very good condition. We wish to congratulate the student body on the way it has co-operated in keeping off the lawns, so that in time they will be as beautiful as our buildings. When the grass does come up, it will add much 'to the general appearance of our plant. If we look closely at some of the smooth, naked places in the rear of the main building, we will be able to see little patches of green, . That is our grass. Try to preserve it, and soon, all around the school will be a soft, green blanket of grass. If there is anything that adds to the appearance of a school, it is a well-kept, green lawn. So keep up the good work, and we’ll' soon have something to show for it! help me.’ Notwithstanding the fact that Joe very fond of spinach, he readily accepted the offer. Early the next morning he came down I the store and asked the merchant what part of his establishment he should play in. You don’t understand, want you to play in front of my rival’ store across the streetl’’ “Oh, no. You don’t understand, ant you to play in front of my rival’ store across the street.’’ Joe played across the street. The idea worked like a charm. All the customers went to the store of Joe’s employer to buy their goods. Joe is now worth many millions of dollars in gold, silver, currency, and ex. perience. The rival merchant bribed him to stop playing so he could get his customers back. And that is how Pretz- elonius FruIingSlied became a success. Go To Asheville Halloween Everyone should be planning early to go to the football game at Asheville October 31. This will be about the biggest high school grid feature of the season. There has always been a been, but friendly rivalry between the two schools. The few of us still over here who attended the Asheville game about three years ago when we won the Western Championship, wouldn’t miss it this year for anything. We had a special train then, and every body had a fine time. The Asheville people literally gave us the keys to the city. We can have a special train this year if enough students will go. Those who go w’ill get a holiday of course. The found trip wlil cost very little. Let’s all get together and put this over big. THINGS WE FOUND OUT: Why Ben Avery starts to school early when he rides in his Ford. Who Santa Claus is. Where the back spacer is on this type writer. Dear Ed Note: I am a young girl in my teens. I am writing you to find out if I should trust Dot Dicks with the secrets of my heart. I have thought the question over se riously, but am still in doubt as to the wisdom of it. KITTY. Dear Kitty: You certainly showed common sense when you consulted me. Miss Dicks and I went to different Schools together, and I can say with authority that her judg ment iu such matters can be equaled by that of only one other person. As my modesty forbids me to disclose this per- ! identity, you will have to be i tent with Miss Dicks’ advice. When one cannot get the very best, it is always best to get the next best. ED NOTE. Here’s another one of them there poems: When winter comes and brings its bitter chill— With sleet and snow and frozen slip pery streets The open fireplace beckons us again; Our big stuffed chair invites us, and entreats. We sigh, and get our old tobacco pouch. And reverently our favorite pipe we light Then stretch out in the chair that beckons us And go to sleep and snore with all our might. Dot Dicks’ Words of Wisdom Dear Mias Dicks, Here I am a young widow of twenty. I have been married, but am now di vorced. I am too young not to be mar ried a second time, but uo one wants to marry a married woman. I had rather die than be single the rest of my life. What do you advise me to dof Sincerely yours, NOT WANTED. Dear Not Wanted: For several years I have given advice to young girls and boys from sixteen to twenty, telling them not to enter the matrimonial world too soon or too often. A girl of sixteen or seven may be head over heels in love with a boy, but the chances arc that in two or three years, when she is old and matured enough to get married, her outlook on life is changed, and she interested in a different type of m altogether. She probably doesn’t ev admire the man she was in love with at sixteen. Therefore, I advise you to stay single until you can decide for yourself what want to do, as babies are rather hard to i)acify after they have gotten into trouble on some one eUe’s advice. Best wishes, DOT DICKS. Dear Miss Dicks; • am a young hard-working girl. ! a job at a rayon factory sewing purple buttons on purple shirts (polo shirts) and I am in love with a foot ball player at Greensboro high school. I met him at the beginning of the foot ball season and had a date with him the last night he was from under train ing restrictions. I can not see him in the day time on account of my job and an not see me at night because of the football training rules. I feel that I must see him because he is such a darling, so big and so strong. What I do? HUDDLE. Dear Miss Huddle: Between your lover's training rules and your job you are finding little time to cuddle and coo! There are but two things which you can do; one is quit job so that you may see the big strong fellow in the day time. Tfie other is forget this football hero. If you do the latter I know he and the coach too will appreciate it, because he seems to be so big and strong which practically says he is a good player. DOT DICKS. Hear Ye! Dear Misw Dicks I am going with a football star. He practices with me by putting me in the baclcfield or making a flying tackle at my neck. lie seems to like tackles at the waist and neck most. He seems that he likes me yet he_ does not show- affectionate way as I would like. Does he really like me or is he just using me as the “dummy”? REGUSTED. Dear Regusted: I believe your football man really likes you, for every time he comes to see you at night, he is breaking train- lie must love you but he does not know how to show it except by having an alibi for putting his arm about you by a tackle. He will be a devoted friend throughout j’our school and so" ^’telop the real cial life. DOT DICKS. Dear Miss Dicks: My case is a peculiar one. I am a sophomore iu high school. I have a Ford touring, which I use to come to school in. It is black with yellow wheels and is really an attractive bus. My girl objects riding to and from school in It. If she really loved me as I love her 1 believe she would ride even if I drove a wagon. Will you please advise me what to do In a case like this? JACK. Dear .lack; Your case is very unusual, and ou are just a young sophomore I be lieve that you and ber are both too •oung to have a steady love affair un- you are contemplating marriage. The (luestiou would be “If she is the right kind of girl for you and are you good enough for her?” But continue to ride iu your Ford touring and fail r# by for her for a few mornings, then go back and you will receive a •arm welcome as though you drove a larger auto. Try this scheme and I think you will have great results. DOT DICKS. Dear Editor: I’d like to say something about the traffic eongestiou over here after school. This is bad enough in good weather. It on rainy days it is ten times worse. When some student’s parents come after them, they pull up to the corner, and blow the horn, and wait for the stu dent to decide to come down the walk; meanwhile, the people who bring their cars over here on the morning and park trying to get out and can’t because •hole line of ears has pulled up be hind the first one, which is holding everything up. It’s a wonder that any body ever gets away. is ail caused by the thoughtless- of a few people. If every one treated the other fellow like he himself ould like to be treated, everything would be all right. Of course, this would be too good to be true, but : there some way to get every one to use a little more consideration? It certain ly would relieve the traffic congestion. A STUDENT. To the Sophomores: To belong to the Torchlight Society is one of the highest honors conferred in high school. This club is a chapter of the national honor society, and rep resents the very finest and best in high school. It ought to be the aim of every student to qualify for this honor. For membership one must be outstanding in four qualities: Scholarship, leadership, character, and service. Each is as im portant as the other; no one can stand alone. It is these four qualities that Out the Publication Room Way About Wednesday or so (that’s the deadline, or last day that the printer ill accept copy) we invariably find our page looking like a bride, all white, and that, my dears, is the blank space. Sometimes w eave just as surprised to find the space there as you would be the paper was released that way and grab some reiwrter by rue eoilar and tell him (very gently) that a funny column of seven hundred words must handed to ye editgr within the half- hour. Maybe the—er—I mean ye (that's one point we keep forgetting, •ou know, about this ye and we stuff) editor does get the column within three four hours, well the stuff is so funny you see ye editor with tears flowing from both eyes down his white beard on to the nice copy that turned out to be so sad. (Note; Ye editor's tears were caused by the fact that he was forced to run the column in order to avoid running blank space.) And that ought to explain this column. the time to begin, sophomorea, and you are the ones who have the long est chance. Develop your character; make your scholarship your best, hold your place among your fellow-men; strive to be of service. Develop your self into a better person—be your best. Near the end of your high school •, the beginning of your senior term, you will be rewarded. It is not too early to begin. Do not say “There plenty of time.” There is time, but use it to advantage. A SENIOR. You no, tother day I wua piddlin’ round in that big rume where that black banner with them crazy looking faces wus (is) ’n I jest sorta wondered wasted awl that gold puttin’ them faces on that black cloth. One mouth turns up ‘n tother’s turns down .‘n awl I kin figure—that ruins the whole biz, cause you can’t look at the one with his mouth down long nuff to see the point fore the ither one with his mouth up ruins the whole thing. I’d 'ave asked Mr. Johnson bout it maid some suggestion, but then I kan keep closed sometimes, specially since I’m a senior. AHEM Well, to go on with my piddlin’ I saw the wind mill (if you no whut I mean) awl stuck up in won uv the pigion boles of that big desk ’n I aorta wanted to read it, but the spellii^’ wus awful. do luv good spellin’, specially since I’ a senior, so I jest let it lay there, started lookin' at sum of the exchanges. Now therees where the rub comes Them exchanges sure are good reading matter for the study hawl. Now I’ ■ fond uv poems, specially hive poems, since I do luve sentimentalism (that’s a good word), so I reads ’n mem orizes this: (Now this wus an exchange when I read it so now it’s an exchange n exchange (Shhhhhhhhh)—NOW— Dear Editor: Greensboro high school has one of the best equipped libraries in the state. In it can be found almost any book a stu dent desires. However, due to the c lessness or laziness, many students treat their fellow students unfairly by not replacing the books they use their proper place after they have used the ibooks. When a student is forced to go around all the tables to hunt book some student has not returned, it keeps him delayed in his school work. It even holds the entir^ school back, it also spoils the appearance of our library. The only remedy for this condition for the students to co-operate and keep the library as it should be. Come students! and let’s do this. WILLIAM COLLIER. Dear Editor: Week after week the locks on the bicycles in the bicycle shed continne to mysteriously disappear from their rightful places and the owners of the missing property find themselves in the same position, as they were in the be ginning. For a high school boy to carry off property that doesn’t belong to him bad enough, but for us to sit quietly back and watch the proceeding is still worse. Breaking locks is a penitentiary crime and I believe that our school, or perhaps student council, could do much towards helping a person whose char acter is so weak. A STUDENT. THE BLUSHING BRIDE AHEM (merely clearing my throat) ‘They tell of the blushing bride.” (Here place the fingers in the lapel uv le coat, and the left foot forward wad uv blow gum) “Who to the altar goes, Down the aisles of the church.” (wave the arms dramitacally) Between the friend-filled rows” (here you might weep a little and get sentimental) “There’s Billy whom she motored with” (Poo-Poo-Pa-Doooooooooooooooo) And Bob, with whom she swam” (wild gestures) . There’s Jack she used to golf with him” ' (millionaire) “And Steve who called her ‘Lamb’ ” (poor boy, it’s hard on him) “There’s Ted the football man she owned. And Dan of tennis days There’s Herbert too, and blonde Eugene: ” (ah, a blond in the picture) They took her to the plays” (millionaires too) ‘And there is Harry, high school beau. With whom she used to mush. No wonder seh’s a blushing bride, Ye Gods, she ought to blush 1 THE END This Is Not for Publication THAT TRIP TO KING'S MOUNTAIN When in the course of human events it becomes necessary to ride on a train with a hunch of National Guards, dras tic moves must be made. On the way to King’s Mountain the other day some history teachers from our illustrious institution sallied forth to the battlefield. Upon arriving at the station they carefully inspected the reg ular train and found no one especially interesting, so they east their lot with the soldier boys. Picture four meek little teachers loose among a trainload of rough boys like the National Guards. Somehow ! have always wondered how history teachers would get along outside of school. It seems as if the.v proved themselves worthy, because when the train got to Charlotte the conductor of fered to let them off to change trains, but no. The soldiers rose up in arms— and the teachers stayed put. On the way back they got on the same train again—by^mistake, of course, and a rather enjoyable trip (they ought to have had). One of these Euglish teachers said that just a few had to go with the Na tional Guards. The general public seems to think that she was jealous. But any how she told ua about the soldier boys at King’s Mountain. They had a favorite trick it seems of walking up to a lady and saying, “Lady is that your dawg?” Whereupon the lady in question would turn around; but no dawg was in sight. Followed by loud guffaws from the sol diers, the trick moved on to the next victim. She also told me that the sol diers leaned out the windows and held up the train trying to get some of the King’s Mountain gals to kiss ’em good bye. Then the train moved on. I won der—You know you can’t tell about teachers. PETE JONES. midnight and the clock struck^ ‘faux pas’,” wll we knew— Tho it was not a coocoo clock. The thing had gone coo coo We tinkered with the doggone thing And took out all the wheels; And now instead of striking three A bel! now softly peals. And here’s the almost sure result. When some dumb novice delves Among the inn’ards of a clock— We ring that bell ourselves. 'd hate to be a hurricane, They're always in a hurry, Just twisting ‘round and tearing down taking people worry. And r Dear Editor: In the morning and at lunch it is al most impossible to quench one’s thirst without involving a lot of red tape. Since it is against the rules for one to enter the halls during the said periods, I would suggest that a fountain be in stalled between the Science building aud the Administration buildings. AUSTIN LOVIN. Ah Hal I fooled you! That wus jest the end uv my poem. The exchange uv the exchange, ’n now I begin my expos tulations on the sentimentalization uv bnkes. Now bukes are funny things, awl sewed up on won side with a lot uv writing in ’em. Books also are nice. You should never rite OPEN AWL NITE a Biology book if Miss Bullard is nean. Shhhhhhhhhhhhbhh. Be good to ’em and youll learn a lot. I did AHEM! Now, doggonit. They’re yelling for me to give this here column (that’s whut they cawl it, but it’s nothin’ but a buke to me—rong kind) to the typist, so yours till the permanent waves meat the deep blue sea. ni be seein’ ye By the way, take awl yer problems to Dot Dicks. Don’t come crawling and sobbing around me, A former journalism student gives i a recipe for hatching up these stories and features Mrs. Coltrane requires the class to have every Thursday: “You can think of lots of things while you take a cold shower,” he says. ’d rather be a tester in A mattress factory. Then I could sleep and dream away Into eternity. We Wonder I time when ‘ If there is ever not followed by ‘ Why a certain teacher loves to make new rules and regulations when she 'Dies in study hall on Friday! If there are still people who believe Santa Claus I When a certain new green roadster first began to be parked in front of a certain house on West Market Street? How Henry Bagley thinks up such cute things to go in his column in “High Life. How “It really began.” If there are people who don’t wonder about things. What the moon thinks of all the things it sees! Why the publication room of “High Life” cannot have lights when the edi- tors stay over here at the school ’till dark I