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Fage Two HIGH LIFE January 16, las, HIGH LIFE Published Weekly, Except Holidays, by the Students of the Greensboro High School. Greensboro, N. C. Founded by the Class of '21 Chabteb Meubeb Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post Office, Greensboro, N. C. STAFF Bditor-inrChicf — Olivia Branch Editor - — Goldie Goss Uutincan Mmumcr - Wyatt McNairy Aasiatant Uitalncsa Majinyer James Doubles SPECIAL EDITORS Bporta Editor — - - — Ernest White Tupina Editor Ballard May Art Editors Lynwood Burnette, David Morrah Feature Editor Grace Hobbs Exchange Editor - - Frances Kernodle ASSISTANT EDITORS Frank Abernathy Otis Phillips Madeline Wilhelm Henry Bngley TYPISTS Mary Butler Lee Vanstory Katherine Davis REPORTERS Flltnore Wilson Cynthia Pipkin Eleanor Watson Marguerite Le Fort Edith Latham Joyce Heritage Ruby Blalock -Tuck Brown FACULTY ADVISERS Mrs. Alma G. Coltrane Mr. Byron A. Haworth Miss Katherine Pike Graduation When graduation nears, there is always a feeling of hesitancy about leaving G. 11. S. Some may think that the fact that their college life is beginning should overwhelm the reactions to the fact that you arc leaving a place that will always stay in a graduating senior’s mind. However, all the good times and all the sly pranks and all the jokes that have been expected during the past four or more years prove to be a binding tie to high scliool. The other students of this institution will miss you. There will be no one to do all the work and no one to look up to, unless it is the next class and they it always seems so young and inexperienced that one can hardly realize that they are seniors. Your place will he hard to fill and nil will miss your guiding knowledge. However, the college days are to be looked forward to. Soon you will forget old G. H, S, and almost all the things tliat had happened there when you were a high school student. Now that you have completed a difficult course of your years under direct leadership, you are ready to start on the third lap of your life. This will he hard and probably some will fall by fJie way side. There will he no direct leadership, no favoritism, no one tliat helps you. Yon will lie on your own hook, and may the training that yon received in G. H. S. be helpful to you in your hoped-for success. If you think you have worked hard and long in high school, you will be astounded by the difference of collide life. It is much harder, and every thing depends on the type of character that you have been making for the past several years in your old high school days. Remember that to whatever college you go, you represent the cream of G, II. S. and you should bear this charge faithfully and diligently. The Past and the Future The new year. 1931, has arrived for G. H. S. 1930 has been a very successful year. In the literary activities, 0. H. S. has discovered extraordinary talent during the past season. Everyone seems to have worked hard and done his best. That is the past. The near future, next semester, will be what we make it; no more and no less. We can keep up the good work, and eipial our record for the past few months. Still bettor, we can work harder, and open up broader fields of outside activities. We can make our clubs more successful. We can improve our athletic activities by going out for the various teams, and supporting those who are success ful enougli to get on the teams. Tlien, also, it is possible for us to quit. We can lay down on the job, and let our difTeront organizations fall to pieces. Hut, as years of successful high school life sliow, G. II. S, students are not likely to be quitters, so the hopes’ for the new year are high, and the plans for activities more numerous than ever. It is our duty and our privilege to see that these plans are suecossfully carried out. Benjamin Franklin lienjamin Frankln, great pliilosophor, author, and scientist, was horn in January. All through his life tliis groat diplomat and inventor displayed a remarkahlo thoroughness in everything he did. When he assumed a ta.sk, ho worked until tlio task completed. He was thorough in his oonvietions, Ins actions, and in liis speech, It was this ehareter- tcrisfic wkicli enabled liim lo obtain military aid from Fi'nnee for his country during the Revolution. True, his responsibility was such as to demand tliorouglmess, but even the smallest undertaking cannot be successfully comj)letcd witliout tliis same characteristic. For exnmjile, in higli school, it is the student who does not stop until his outside as.sigumenl is done, wlio reeeives the "A” at the end of the month. Likewise, in nihloties, it is the hoy or girl who attends practice regularly, and carries out orders uinjuestioningly and ex- jilicity. who make the first team. Also, after one has gone out into the world, thoroughness is aKsolutely neecssary for either social or financial sncces.s. Using What IFe Have Learned The honor system of Greensboro liigh'school is approaching the crisis of its young life. Thi^ erisis'is examination time and it is ap proaching very quickly. During examination week the students are subject to a severe test not only in history, English, and other school subjects, but they are put to a test of eluinietcr—on their honor. For two mouths we have talked it up and have tried and have not tried, to uphold this system that we brouglit on ourselves, No. that exami nations are gradually inairing. everyone sliould he preparing for them. Tlie person who is honest and fails has accomplished more than the person who is dishonest and pns'ses even tliough he may not realize it now. The disgrace that is eonueeted with failing through honesty is not lialf as bad nor as lasting as the disgrace that comes with being caught while elieatiug. Wlien the final grades are made out. we should feel that no matter wliat they arc. we know tliat tliey repi-esent what we have learned iiiul tlint they earned honestly. That feeling cannot he secured unless the rules of our honor system are obeyed. We’re in a jolly >uld you like? Oh, ho, Dear Public., mood today. What w Some humor? We ain’t got no h Something interesting? We aln’ nothing intereating. Something to till up space? O. K. “Hey, there, assistant editor, shoot in some of that there poetry. We got to satisfy our customers, ain’t “O. K., Chief. Cornin’ right There once was a traveling salesman Who lived in a town far away— “Say, what’s the idea? Don't you know that’ll be censored? Try this Mary sold her little lamb And bought a little Ford, But soon she had to hock the car To pay her room and board. And here’s the moral to this tale: “If you’d avoid a jam, It’s quite all right to sell a sheep. But never sell a lamb.” A COLUMNIST’S POST MORTEM The columnist walked lightly up t ye well-known pearly gates and rapped for admittance. “Who’s there?” asked Saint Pete “James Note.” “Aren’t you Ed Note’s brother?” “Yes.” “Well, I think you’re at the wrong place. What's your occupation “I was a columnist.” “Oh, oh. I’m sure you’re at the wrong Where am I supposed to be?’ 'We’re not allowed to monti ne of the place up here, but there, you can take that elevator marked 'Down Only,” and tell the operator to let you off at Hades.” 'Thank you, kind sir.” 'Oh, don’t mention it.” 'Hello, Mr. Elevator man.” 'Check. What’s your occupation?” ‘Column writer.” ‘The old man’ll be glad to see you. They’re forming a columnist’s club down 'Ooh, goody.. I always was fond club sandwiches.” “Well, here we are.. Satan, this is James Note.” “Ah, I’m glad to see you. I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while. “How do you do, Satan? I’ve heard quite a lot about you.” ‘Yes, I dare say. I’m pretty well known among newspaper 'Gosh, It’s hot down here. Say, what : you handing me that red flannel underwear for?” )h, everybody wears them h Just a quaint old Hadean custom.' 'But why are all these tacks sewed In them?” There is a tack to represent each pointless Joke that you told in your column.” “Golly, when my brother Ed gets his they’ll look like a suit of armor.” Satin drew back in surprise. “What did you say that for?” he thundered. “Don't you know we never tell the truth in Hades? Well, you cant’ stay here. I’ll write you an admit card. This’ll let you in Heaven. Now, git.” “Y-yes, sir, Mr. Devil, Goodbye.” If you can go to sleep on class And loaf from day to day. And never flunk or fall to pass, And always make an “A". If you don’t do but half the stuff That you’re supposed to get, . And still get good grades, that’s enough— You’re just a teacher's pot. The rattlesnake’s a funny beast— When any one draws near him. He coils up ill a knot, and gets So quiet you cannot hear him. Then, if you get too close to him or common safety’.s sake. He sounds his little heep-boep liorn So you’ll no chances take. Beneath his shiny ,8enly skin • (Altliough we’re often told That rattlesnakes are tricky things) There beats a heart of gold, 0, every time, you see one, friend, He sure to kill the ‘critter” If e'er you’d like to see the gold. Or ever watch it glitter. PAVORITE SAYINGS OP THE GREAT 1. “Pardon this lU'rsona! reforouco.” (With Georgia accent.) 2. “Don’t bother those papers.” 3. “Don't bother me now, please. I’m busy.” “All right, you ‘Ikeys’ hack there. Get quiet.” “Yqu two boys onn get your books and report to the office. No alibis about not being able to come back this'' afternoon, now,’ MATCH THE TEACHERS WITH THE AMOVE QITOTATIONS 1. Miss Tillett. .3. Mi.'.s Cole, 2. Mr. Blair. 4, Mrs. Coletrane. 5. Mias Grogan. The Sotchman’s Song—“Just a Little Closer.” Hock Shop Song—“Valencia." (Ve lent cha.) Today and the New Tomorrow Mon l‘aul—X. A. Abbott. 287 pp. New York: The Macaulay Company^ $2,50. Mon Paul is the life of John Paul Jones, who was once a slave, a mur derer, a tramp, a master of the seven seas, father of our own navy, iiud a hero of three countries—America, Frnnee, and Russia. This man's career is a perfect example of victory resulting from a small ineideiit. As a result of one blow of u belaying pin upon the skull of one of Jones’ crew, his life was changed. From the time of this liicideut he determined to be more careful and to be more kind. He tried to hard that he succeeded. ■ Although he had been a slave and a murderer, he was a gentleman. He had heen called the natural son of the Earl (if Selkirk. This lie he lived in love, in war. in peace. lie rose and fell with th(‘ lie. Even when he was withered, when lie was 111, and when he was alone, the lie never left him. Then, at length, he died with the lie. John Paul Jones’ private life, one of the most eventful of history, has lieen fold in a most interesting and realistic fashion, While one reads, he could not help sympathizing with the charac ter, seeing his good iwlnts and forgiving his had. This man, whose picture now hangs In the hall of fame, died friendless, alone, imor. It was part of the irony of his strange life that the men w shipped Jones, dead. 'J'he.se men wi the revolutionaries who distrc'ssed and annoyed him in hi.s life. Over his grave they hailed him—this man who wanted to he the son of the Earl of Selkirk—as II warrior of frctHlom, ;i liero of re bellion, “Hide in the Dark” ‘Tliore is in the library a certain book whicb will apj>eal greatly to mystery lovers. The name of it Is "Hide in the Dark,’’ by Frances Hart. The story deahs with thirteen young peojjle, all married with tlic exception of flv They liave come to an old house owned by ii memticr of their club, the March lliire.s, to celebrate Halloween. A shadow is thrown over the party, how- ev(“r. by the absence of a dead friend. Two of the men are constantly quar reling with each other, liut on the sur face appear friendly. The climax of the story comes when one of the quarrelers is murdered dur ing a game of hlde-in-the-dark. Diffi culties follow in trying to untangle the mystery. The murderer escajfes, and the ending, although satisfactory, only gives a hint as to how the episode really ends. Mary Roberts Winehort’s “The Amaz ing Interlude,” a moody novel of the Great War, written by one of the pop ular authors, truly is, as the title in fers, an,amazing interlude. The author makes a worthy attempt to picture the sight of a man and war as a woman see it. She omits the battle scenes themselves but forcefully describes the aftermatli of various attacks. The story centers around a girl, Sara Lee Kennedy, from a small town in America, who, answering an unknown 'hH. goes "over there” to dress minor rounds and make soup for the allied armies. Her fiance back home, not wanting her to go, writes sarcastic let ters to her and she is forced to remem- cr lii min Ids ironic moods. It is bile she is “across” that she learns to know two kinds of love; one of a fiance back home whose love is selfish and of “the bravest men in the Belgian army” whose love is more than un selfish. The good works of a lone girl id the spirit she put in the boys re- ■al the character of Sara Lee. This book is one of the moat interest- g war novels of today. SNOW The clouds are breaking up, and through the rift Appears thu bine of winter sky. The All day has fluttered down in aimless drift Prom leaden sky to sombre earth below. In soft and feuth’ry fold the hare brown land Of January swathed' is. The face Of things is changed as aets»most skill fully planned And nurtured by tlio Imnd of men, the plaee And time of actions can control for They think. In truth tliey alter as the iliile alone they dominate. Then The sky, their sole cxe Tenacious, grim, like : 3 for being so. nv they linger A while. They lire gone. lelt, and then like snow. Help Unemployed The “Wilmington High School News” f Wilmingt(?n, Deleware. is published by a charitable group of students. They have given plays and played football gajnes for the benefit of the unemployed of their city. Detective Song—“I’m Following You.” Cootie Song—“Little White Lies.” (Lice.) Stein Song—“I’m Just Stein by De grees.” Maghee Song—“When You and I 'ere Young, Maghee." Chiropodist Song““My Feet la In our Hands.” History Class Song—“.A Little Quiz Each Morning.” Drinking Song—“Bye Bye, Blues." riElE MM m5) ' lILfflWtdl Hear Ye! Dear Editor: We, the graduating class of Greens boro high school, wish at this time to show in this way our appreciation for session room teacher. Miss Mary Ellen Blackmon. For the past two semesters, she has put our welfare up permost. We are sure that no one anywhere would have been more thoughtful, considerate, and untiring in her efforts to make our last year iij high 'school a joyous and successful one, We would like for her to know that no matter how many other classes she may have, she will have none that loves and appreciates her more. CLASS OF '31. Dear Editor: The present semester is nearing a close, and one is bright tot meditate over the ensuing examinations. Stu dents who during the “working era” have made parasites of themselves will continue to get ffom others all they can and may “get by” for the present. They pass on the information written on their neighbors’ papers. Dishonesty is dishonesty. Nothing can be gained by it in the long run, and the individual who is unfair is the one who suffers in the end. Dear Editor: Much discussion has been carried on among the students of Greensboro high concerning the lunch periods. Some students recommend longer lunch pe riods while others claim another lunch period added to the present schedule •ould remedy the trouble. However, the present lunch period seems to be the best. To lessen the class periods would conflict with the chapel assembly. Another lunch period would force some students to eat at an undesirable time. If the rule of not letting anyone in line should he enforced and the students not take so long iu selecting their food, the present lunch schedule would likely prove more satisfactory. WILLIAM COLLIER. Dear Editor: Another year has passed under the flying heels of Time, and another semes ter will soon be here. I .want to say the' fellows who flunked, don’t get discouraged. Just buckle right down to tlie task before you and try to make ■ next semester’s record so fine that its brightness ''''ill cover up the blots ade by the other semester’s failures. Of course to flunk a course hurts, but if you are of real staff and came here to get an education at any cost, it will hurt so hard that it will make you all ■ more determined to win. 'Nothing tried, nothing gained,” so let’s buck up and see this thing through. Dear Editor; What are we going to do if there are not enough school busses to bring us to school and if the Public Service busses do not run on schedule I have been very fortunate and have not had to ride on a bus but twice this semester. Each time I rode, I caught the Publih Service bus at the corner of home about 8:00 and was at the Jef- son Standard in time to catch the 8:10 bus to school. Each time I had to wait about five minutes on the cold est corner in Greensboro, and after the came, I took a seat and waited 20 e minutes. It was 25 minutes to ‘ when the 8:10 bus left the Jeffer- Square with a long procession of yellow and green husss following. When I catch the 8:10 bus I expect to get to school in time to go to my Inekcr and then have a few minutes for study, But if the busses do not leave the square as scheduled to, I do not have time to do either. This has only happened to me twice, but other high school pupils say it is a daily occurrence. What can be done I it ? A STUDENT. Oh. what does life hold for us guys When we are out of school? We just forget the things we learned— Each theory, every rule. What if we do forget these things When high school days are done? This knowledge wouldn’t do much good— 've had our fun. We can’t remember all we learn In high school anyway. We just absorb a small amount Of knowledge every day. So let us all get happy and Forget what we’ve forgotten; For worry makes our hair turn gray- Our dispositions rotten. Abbot Whitney—"A good man to have around.” A1 Avery—“Cleanliness is next to godliness. We want our towels.' Tom Durham—“Peace, quiet, and tranquillity,” Hassel Griffin—“Music hath charms. Yeah, BO hath watches.” Wistor Lashley—“The big butter and cheese man.” Glen McNairy—“I’m no photogra pher’s son, but I’m well developed.” Needham Pittman—“I didn’t grow big, but I grew loud.” Gorden Smalley—“This big league stuff is lousy.” Mark Stewart—“Silence is golden.” Ernest White—“I can’t spell, but my writing’s terrible.” Thomas Wimhish —“Next window, please.” James Donbles—“When fun and duty come to blows. Just ask him what to do—ho knows.” Harry Mitchell—“I want to own a candy store when I get big,” Lucille Berrier—“I’m a dreamer. Aren’t we all?” Mary Butler—“Catch me if you can.” Helen Crutchfield — "Experience teaches.” Annabelle Dixon—“Silence denotes wisdom,” Annie Laurie Pelder-“I like the akies, the trees, the sea—I’m fond of you, but I love me.” Charlotte Taylor—“I’m happiest when I sing.” Lois Hogan—“Such popularity must ■be deserved.” Emma White Carlton-“E8se quam videri. Please pass the sugar,” Dorothy 0’Connor-“If first you try and don’t succeed, then try, try again.” Elsie Miller—“Einstein is perfectly right.” Bertha Roberts—“Don’t count your ideas before they, hatch.” Florence McNeill-“We have only one life. Why not take it easy?” Lucy Witherspoon—“I admire a man who smokes, a pipe.” Lillian Tye—“Listen, youse guys. We gotta win that game tonight.” Ruby James—“These sugar daddies don't interest me.” Louise Reynolds—“The first four years are the hardest.” El«l„ Noah-"Wl,e., youVe wort to do, do It with a will.” Mr Gooo-oi Sow, lit, jumping,” Fronco, blondes, hut marry brunettes." Quill and Scroll ,„a Blaok,- w.totloo, Iowa. Se.en w.t.tloo jonroalist. woro iniU- Med into the Quill and Sotoll, ,u h„„. ortty .oeiely organlMd ,t ih, lo^ «n..e,„ty Thi. .tg,„iu„i.„ „ “'■‘Meutenl ohown by .lude.t, .. the 4 S-worta”™''i»"»- Senior Farewell Fare ye well, dear seniors, who are now leaving us. We hope we, too, may hold up the high standards you have set before us. We hope that the next group will make as fine a leader as you have. We ourselves hope to be a graduating senior, some day, and hope we may leave with such a perfect record as you have. You are now passing on to seek higher education, to prepare your self for life, and every one wishes you the greatest luck, and skill, and success, in all your worthy under takings. The following are songs of the mid year graduating class; (To the tune of “Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms”) We have come to the parting and though it be sad, Still the mem’ries of'school linger on. All the sorrows and Joys and the fun that we've had, Will remain with us after we're gone. Oh the hearts of old “31" ne’er shall forget All the friends made in old high school days, And our gratitude has on our hearts deeply set An Imprint that shall last for always. (OUT OF THE DUSK TO YOU) Now as we close our year, We'll brush aside a tear— Days that are gone, scl.l linger on And in our mem’ries are dear I’riendships that we have known Into our hearts have grown, \Ye’ll iKirt and stray, each on our way, Sailing on life's deep son. Autobiography of a Pore Student Every one was talking at once—that as funny, why should they all b® talking at the same time, and too, why should they be talking at all? One hundred and thirty-two of them, all talking, One hundred and thirty-two! How had two gotten there? one, two, three, four, five, six rows—h—m—m. These must have been twenty-two in a row. Twenty-two? Oh, well! What of it? Strangely, in front of the room was a whole row of teachers’ desks, occupied by all of my teachers, but they were all Strangely different. Miss Hall had on a tall silk opera hat and a cane in her hand, and Miss Pike's glasses were much too large. She was then occupied in ‘applying a very large “D” on a report card marked “Baker, Robt.” Tom Wyllie, in a black suit, white shoes, white tie, and glasses, said, “Mias Pike, let’s get started, I want to study. 7o!” answered Miss Pike (the other teachers and their desks had disap peared) “We are not going to study today. We have decided to cut the studying to five minutes a day, t®® minutes is too much for you.” A groan escaped the class. 'We wanna study!” yelled Bobby Christler and Tom Wyllie. ‘Be quiet,” bade Miss Pike. “Jo''n> have you your home work?” ‘Yes’m.” ^ , ‘Why, John Sustare, your fourth you’ll kill yourself studying- so nine ■ Robert Baker have you yours?” “No’n- u’ll be “Fine, another ‘A’ for you, yo“ * i the Honor Roll this month.” “Robert! Robert!” Who was callin me? Miss Pike? for she was talking to somebody. 'Robert Baker, if you don’t get uP this minute and study your lessons, i’ll be studying all this afternoon 'Yes’m, I’m cornin’.”