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September 30, 1952
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LIBRARY LOAFING
TO BE ELIMINATED
Experience Is a Sad Teacher
The depression has hit us all hard, but it seems to have at least accom
plished One thing. It seems to have driven a little common sense into a few
h.ird heads. Before the depression everyone who could afford it bought and
ate expensive French foods, wore expensive clothes, purchased high-priced
automobiles; to tell the truth, practically everyone had lost his sense of values.
Now, tlie once rich and the always poor eat common everyday food and
wear American made clothes. Who do you see spending a dollar here, when
they can save two cents by trading a block or so down the street? Who do
you see that hasn’t been taught a lesson by this grand old man, De Pression?
Of course friendships have grown sweeter, haughtiness and selfish pride
is vanishing. People have grown considerate, sympathetic, and understand
ing. People know that a depression, the hard cold and cruel enemy of every
one, has put thousands out of work, and has played havoc with the farmers.
Notliing could possibly knock the foundation from under our very feet and
then restore it, gently, completely, and even firmer than ever before except
that mischievous old teacher, Mr. De Pression.
Let us not forget the sad experiences of recent years. Let us keep our
sense of balance and of values, lest Mr. De Pression pay us another and more
lengthy visit.
To eliminate “library loafing," any
one who comes into the library with
out anything to do will be sent out
for a month or more and will be al
lowed to use the library only before
and after school hours.
Three reliable students appointed by
Frank Pittman, president of the stu
dent body, will be stationed at the
doors of the library after each period
to look at the pupils' books as they
go out to see that they have not cut
clippings from any reference books,
taken out any reserve books, or taken
out any books without having them
checked at the desk, Due to these
very things approximately two hun
dred books were lost last year.
“THE GOOD EARTH’’
Among the new books in the library
is Pearl S. Buck’s most famous novel,
“The Good Earth." In this story the
author vividly portrays the daily life
of a Chinese family both in poverty
and in wealth. The theme of “Good
Earth’’ is, as the name implies, the
soil and man's dependency upon it.
Tragedy and horror are Impressed
upon the reader’s mind by Miss Buck’s
description of the life led by Chinese
women.
Pearl S. Buck, author of the day,
and winner of the Pulitzer prize, has
lived all of her life in China except
for a few years of study in America.
No one Is better able to pre.sent the
joys and sorrows of this great mass of
Chinese people than this woman, who
has spent her whole life among them
for the purpose of making their lives
fuller and richer.
Individual Responsibility
In case you luve never stopped to think about it, there is such a thing
as individual responsibility. When wc undertake to do things and do them
well, we call that individual responsibility.
We should try to carry our own burdens and help to carry those of others.
We should set our own standards high, carry out our own noble ideals, com
mand our own sclf-respcct ns well as that of otliers. We should exercise this
right of individual responsibility in our class room, the halls, study halls,
and cafeteria.
Follow The Gleam!
During past semesters there have been a lot of failures. Not as a duty
but as a privilege, every student should put forth his best efforts in his
.studies, for after all, the main object in coming to school is to become more
skilled and better trained.
Let's all join in the battle and show that G. H. S. citizens are following
the gleam.
When the sun sets on high school and rises on the future, if we are not
prepared, then our lives will be a failure. To get the most out of living, one
must learn a lot. So fall in line now and make the torchlight from Senior
high glow so brightly that its beams will rc.ach the four corners of the nation
and siiow to all chat G. M. S. is a real school.
Tlwy IFon
Comes the dawn of .September 26, fourteen, years ago, when thousands
of plucky doughboys crawled stealthily out of the trenches, intent on vic
tory, and the defeat of the Bochc in that terrible struggle ovcrlooming Ar-
gonne forc.st ringing with explosives. Then victory, the Germans are driven
back, the Armistice is signed because every doughboy gritted his teeth—
and won!
/ Go into any church in the city and view a list of the war dead, whether
grand cathedral or tiny church, there arc numerous names, familiar in social
and business realms.
Now at the fourteenth anniversary of that history-making epoch of the
Argonne Drive, wc .stand in memory to the thousands of American citizens
who were blown to bits and plowed through with shrieking shrapnel in the
most awful, and we liope the last, of wars.
Anniversary Of Balboa s Discovery
When B.ilboa, the Spaniard, discovered the Pacific Ocean September 25,
1513. he knew not the full significance of the sight he saw from the PanamT
mountain.
Could not Ballwa’s ignorance of the great South Sea at that time be
compared to the vision most students liavc of the future?
Ballx).! took advantage of his find, explored, and reported the new lands
and sea to the Spani.sh king, who made him governor of Spam’s colonics in
America.
Students, follow Balboa, explore and report your findings, you will be
rewarded.
“THE LAUGHING PIONEER’
By Paul Green
This book, “The Laughing Pioneer,’’
is Paul Green’s first novel, and proves
to be as successful as his plays,
setting is in the South and the char
acters typical of the section. Danny
Lawton, a wanderer, represents the
South of today, while Miss Alice Long,
the heroine, is a character from the
old South,
Danny falls in love with Alice, but
is unable to marry her because of her
tyranical old father. Judge Long fa
vors a marriage between his daughter
and Rorle Armstrong, an elderly
friend, who has faithfully courted her
every Sunday for several years. The
Judge dies suddenly, leaving Miss Alice
alone with Danny. The gossiping
neighbors voice their suspicions and
interfere with the couple, resulting in
a tragedy for all.
RAMBLING THOUGHTS
By Hardy Root
There are sixty-five hundred books
in our library. Enough for each stu
dent to have 5 1-2 volumes.
My secret desire: Some day to be
first in the cafeteria line.
I wonder how many students have
noticed the fan-shaped tree to the
right of the main building. There
couldn’t be a more beautiful tree in
the world.
I nominate Robert Frew as the best
public speaker in school. This in
cludes the debaters.
Talk about going through a period
of depression. I know a certain young
man in high school who has seven
periods of depression every school day.
Something ought to be done about
it. How many times have you bought
buttermilk instead of sweet ? They
ought to be separated!
Mr. Slocum betrays hu'. profession.
Whoever saw an orchestra leader with
his hair slicked down?
The halls between the study and the
library are the trysting places for
many a love-sick heart.
In every one of my classes there is
a picture of some great man who
never takes his eyes off me. Right now
George Washington is giving me ihe
once over. The other day I was tempt
ed to tell the teacher a little fib but
I looked up and saw the picture of
George staring at me and I told the
truth. I stayed in a half hour.
Every year the new sophomores get
smaller and smaller. In a few more
semesters tney won’t be able to reach
the first book-shelf in the library.
TWINS IN SCHOOL
“SUMMER NIGHTS”
By Sylvia Thompson
This newest effort by the scintillat
ing young English author of “Hounds
of Spring," “Chariot Wheels," and
others, is by far her best. The author
has given us a truly wonderful char
acterization of a woman of such mag
nificent strength of character that her
position is unique. Though the story
is really written of the force of life
on her son, I think the author wanted
the character of his mother to dom
inate the book, and it certainly does.
“Summer Nights" is really worth read
ing. Rarely do I come across such a
convincing portrait of a very convinc
ing character.
THE “GREEN PASTURES ”
The "Green Pastures" gives a com
plete and humorous picture of the ne
gro's religious ideas. Heaven is liken
ed to what a negro considers perfect
enjoyment on earth. One scene is a
fish fry. Biblical characters are de
scribed as the swellest person the ne
gro mind can conceive in comparison
with those they envy.
The Lord is shown as the largest of
them all, wearing a white shirt and
bow tie, long Prince Albert coat, black
trousers, and congress gaiters. The
Bible leaves blank the private lives and
habits of the Old Testament charac
ters. So Noah drinks liquor, and the
wicked younger generation rolls dice,
tote pistols, fight, and stay away from
meetings. Of course, all through the
book the Southern negro dialect is
used.
Thirteen sets of twins challenge the
teachers and students of the high
school to correct identification. Some
of them are so nearly alike that it is
almost impossible to identify them.
On the other hand, there are a few
whom one would never imagine toi be
twins but who really are.
The 26 students are: Martha Mary
and Mary Martha Pemberton; Ruth
and Rebecca Thompson; Doc and
Prances Rogers; Myra and Margaret
Roach; Mary and Marion Moore; Carl
and Ed Jeffress; Dick and Jack Kling-
man; Hazel and Haywood Allen;
berta and Roberta Murray; Irene and
Eileen Curry; Wallace and William
Truitt; William and Robert Simmons
Sally and Barbara Paine.
HO HUM!
Ho Hum!
School’s begun now.
Ho Hum!
Halls will hum now.
Ho Hum!
No more fun now,
For ^ou and me.
Ho Hum!
A boring lesson,
Ho Hum!
Thoughts distressin’,
Ho Hum!
Work is pressin’
For you and me.
Ho Hum!
Makes me creepy
Ho Hum!
We all feel weepy,
Ho Hum!
I am sleepy
And so, Ho Hum!
—ERMA LEE GRAVES.
BALLAD OF A SLAUGHTERED
SOPHOMORE
Into the Ibng and empty hall,
'Frightfully ill at ease.
Crept a group of tiny sophomores
Like honey-seeking bees.
MOVIE STAR DOUBLES
FOUND HERE
Joel McCrea, Elston Fife; James
Cagney. L. H. Dunlvant; Greta Gar
bo, Edith Church; Clark Gable, Carl
ton Raper; Joe E. Brown. Bill Brown;
Stan Laurel, Harry Hill; Ramon No-
vorra, Jim Applewhite; Dorothy Lee,
Beverly Burgess; Buck Jones, Buck
PeaH; Tom Mix, Bill Boren; Marlene
Deltrich, Latane Bartlett; George
O’Brien, Bernard Spencer; Kay Pi-an-
Mary Lettie Mebane; Claudette
Colbert, Wilfred Schlosser; Janet Gay-
nor, Margaret Morley; Chico Marx,
Charles McNeil.
They gazed at the lunch room long
ingly,
Hoping like everything
They’d reach It before the others did.
But the bell just wouldn’t ring!
Open Forum
Dear Editor:
What’s wrong with the fountains?
The students go around mopping their
brows, and with tongues dangling
somewhere around the regions known
as their chins.
At lunch time everyone rushes to
get a glass and have a drink of that
wonderful refreshment—water.
But there's still hope that the foun
tains of Senior high will function be
fore the warm days of September are
over. THIRSTY STUDENT.
Dear Editor:
One of the faults of changing classes
has been continued for a long time
apparently without any effort being
made to effect a change. The trouble
that while some of the teachers al
low their classes to be dismissed by the
bell, others seem to believe that it is
best to hold the pupils and give the
command in person. This causes
many tardies.
I suggest that all the members of
the faculty decide whether the bell or
the teacher should dismiss the class.
ALAN BROOKS.
Eiear Editor:
I wish to commend the traffic of
ficers and others who have aided in
regulating traffic jams. I am sure
that the cafeteria line moves much
faster and one is able to get one’s
lunch quicker. Keep up the good
work, officers, and I’m sure the stu
dent body will back you.
MARY JANE CLARIDA.
But just as their hopes were uttered
The dreadful bell rang out.
And by the upper-classmen bold
The sophs were thrown about.
Who never reach the lunch room
Will reach eternal peace.
Because the brutal trample-tramp
Simply will not cease.
And on their little grave we'll place
A truly mournful sign
To make their cruel murderers
For their lost presence pine.
“Oh, hear, ye rushing students—
Beneath this little mound
Lies a poor defenseless sophomore
Who under your feet was ground.”
"Long live your memory, sophomore;
That you fought hard is plain.
Your struggle was so nobly done;
We grieve to see you slain.”
ALWILDA McLEAN.
Dear Editor:
There are a large number of boys
who are not out for football, because
of having to buy shoulder pads and
shoes. The fact of having to buy
your own equipment causes dishon
esty as well as hardship among the
boys. I am asking that you assist in
creating a different attitude. I believe
if this were different G. H. S. would
produce a better team.
J. T. COLEMAN.
THE CHALK LINE
I lead a very active life,
A -very short one, too;
I tell of victory and strife,
And what we’re next to do.
My work has history and math, .
Profound biolc^y,
Tales of joy, of epic,wi’ath.
And funeral elegy.
Often someone’s grabbing me,
And behind his teacher’s back,
Draws something that he shouldn’t be,
Or writes a silly crack.
My life is crammed with varied thrills;
I tell of poverty,
Or daring rides, and gripping spills;
My life is great, you see.
—RAYMOND ZAUBER.
THE BIRD
The bird is dead;
It sings no more
With thrilling notes of glee.
The nest is left
Forsaken now
And in the days to be.
A common bird—
And hundreds more
Will fill the empty space,
And not a soul
Will know or care
About that vacant place.
A little bird,
And yet he had
His part in God’s great plan,
As by his song
A heart made light
- Of careworn, troubled man.
It does not matter if our life
Seems useless in our sight,
We shall not live bur years in vain
If we make one heart feel light.
—VIVIAN BAST.
WHAT DO YOUR HANDS
TELL?
Are your hands soft and white, with
nails manicured, cuticles pushed back,
and finger tips tapering ? Are you the
type who has never done a bit of
work?
Or are yours the short and stubby
kind with nails cut short? Perhaps
yours are the withered hands
which veins stand out. This hand is
the kind and capable one. The hand
that cools the burning brows of fever
ish patients. This is the old-looking
hand that holds the surgeon's knife
steadily and firmly when a single slip
means death. This is the hand that
wipes away the tears from the soriow
stricken.
Do your nails look like claws paint
ed an atrocious red?
There'are trembling hands that try
in vain to light cigarettes. Tliese are
cold, clammy hands. The index and
middle fingers are yellow from con
stant smoking. The nails curve over
the ends of the fingers giving them a
sinister look.
The last pair of hands are those of
the laborer. These hand^-e tanned
and cracked. There, fere callous
places on the palms. The nails are
broken and dirty. The hands -are
large, strong, and hairy, Jjut they are
gentle as they tenderly smooth the
sobbing boy who lays with his head
on the father's knee.
Alumni News
Mary Rucker’s room at W. C. of U.
N. C. is to be a symphony in lavefadar
and green. Nice restful colors to say
the least!
Barbara Witherspoon spent the
week-end at Davidson College.
Eda Walters Is giving the*Women's
College dormitories the cold shoulder
and is gracing only the class build
ings with her presence. This assures
her attendance at the dance this win
ter.
Leah Louise Baach says she has
forgotten all the French she ever
knew. Perhaps old Gaucher isn’t so
ardent when French is concerned!
Joyce Heritage was all decked out in
an intriguing gown of red and white
satin at the dance,
Dave Fincke and Jo Lucas are still
doing their daily dozen where dancing
is concerned.
Sara Hardin is living the life of
ease these days. She spends her time
riding around in her (?) big Hudson. ;
Billy Murphy has. returned from .
Wisconsin where he spent the sum
mer. He will attend W. C. of U.
N. C.
Sid Kelly is expected to go to Car
olina this year. That is, if he ever
gets back from his voyage.
Henry Nau, '32, who is attending
Guilford College, broke a rib during
football practice. The injury isn’t se
rious, Henry says.
Ruth Harris, a mid-term graduate
of G. H. S., is among the freshmen
of W. C. of U. N. C.
Gladys Draper, a June graduate of '
G. H. S., has entered W. C. of U. N. C.
Frank Causey, ’32, left Sunday for I
University of North Carolina.
Richard Robinson and “Red” Riley i
are among the freshmen group at
Guilford College.
Frank Causey is attending the Uni
versity of North Carolina.
Elizabeth Craven is spending her j I
freshman year at Kendall Hall. Pride’s >
Crossing, Mass.
ADVANTAGES OF BEING A
MONKEY
h, to be a monkey, a cute little
monkey,
And swing through the cocoanut
trees,
Flinging the fruits of this tropical
cedar
At most anybody you please!
DUSK ON WEDNESDAY
The tower in the distance is a speck
against the sky.
The sun is sinking in the west and
night is drawing nigh.
A spot up in the heavens a'moving
to and fro;
'Tis a swallow sv coping at the tower
far below.
a the
And now the lights are blinking u
village far away;
The church bell is a'ringing for- the
folks to come and pray;
The birds have - stopped their flying
and the crickets cease to sing,
A night has conquered twilight and
the darkness is in swing.
—HARDY ROOT.