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HIGH LIFE
May 39, 1942
?iNTtBHa,TIO?r^
HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly
by the Students of
Greeiislioi’o Senior High
School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class of 1921
Uevived by the Spring Jounuilism Class of 1937
Filtered as second-class niatler March 30, 10-10,
nt the post otiice at Greensboro, N. C., under the
Act of March 3, 1875).
EDITOUIAL
Paul Miller
Ffdturr Klilor Uaohacl Wliitesule
Copy pj'ilitov Uutli Winterllng
Malcc-dp Ftlilm- Dorothy Parker
AHSiHdint Maicc-Vp Editor Shannon Schumann
AnHistonl Mahe-Vp Editor Dobby Dloyd
Jlradliiiv Editor Margaret Wilkerson
ittports Editor Earle Holliday
a.(si,vnin SporlH Editor Neil Beard
•Sports Assislont Garland Wolfe
Edshion Editor Mell Alexander
Proof Reader Betty Clement
iSUiff Pholoyrapher Jrwin Smallwood
BEPOIITERS
Daisy Belle Anderson, Herbert Hattaway, Sylvia John-
nUSINESS STAFF
Businc.ss Manager Betty Routh
liookkeeper . . (eannette Stei>henson
('nt Mundger Mary Kathryn Chambers
EdV.hangc Director David Evans
Typists—Mary Crutchfield, Mary Louise Bowden, Lorraine
Springer, Doris Smith.
/Iduiscrs Mrs, Olive Betts. Miss Lillian Secrest
Eijinncidl Adniscr Miss Dorothy McNairy
(Member ( ^ e$t ^1921 ^ )I94I“42)
G
The Purpose of High Life Is To
et and preserve the history
of our school.
H
old individuols together under
high standards.
S eparate the worUnuhile from the
worthless and promote the highest
interest of students, teachers,
and school.
A Last Word .. .
"With tills, tlie oi^litociitli issue of lIiGn Life, T
011(1 my respousiliility as oditor-iu-cliief of this pub
lication.
Since f teas in a. ])ositi()u this year to know our
school and out* student body better than ever be
fore. I think I have learned something that I only
wisli this city and tiiis state knew. I have wit
nessed and re])orted the activities of as fine a stu
dent. hotly and as fine a school as 1 know.
Don't Fool Yourself
Many of you. just like myself at timCvS. have
knocked our scliool. have talked against it, and
have felt asliaincd to associate yourselves with it.
Hnt h't’s don’t fool oiirstdves. We like our .school!
We like onr student body I We like onr teachers!
-All of yon—big or little, athlete or scholar, student
(tomieil jHTsident or caftderia waitc'r—all deep in
yourselves liave a sincere and strong feeding for
our scliool!
Ami I ask you. on this 27th day of Slay, 1942,
why slioiildn't you luive lliat feeling? Why should
you not teel proud of your school, your fellow
students? The answer is—you sliould. Seniors,
take a look at our old liouie before you haive. Take
just one look! You know that for beauty, for the
ae.tual apia-aranee of onr ('ampus, none like it ean
be found.
Facts Don't Lie
Tlien look at the long list of aehievements of our
students, in (wery field of activity—in inusie, in
art. in journalism, in dediating. in football, in ten
nis. in golf, in seienee, in mathematiOvS—our stu
dent body—tlio very boys and girls with whom
you liave associated for the past three years—have
aeliievial high ranks in all these fi(‘]ds of work.
M'( have a scliool ami a student body that is
indeed worthy of a. high opinion in tlie eyes of
this city ami this state.
'It is time tliat these unjust reports about us are
Imslied. It is time tiiat the so-ealk‘d “black spots,"
which some claim we hc'ar. he wipi'd from our
fae(‘s.
Now is tlie time to lu'gin. Those of us who are
graduating know flie trutli. All we eaii do now is
to l(*ave our eampus knowing it and t(41ing others
everywhere who we are and wiiat we are like. On
the siioulders of our juniors who remain lies the
la-sk of fighting long ami hard and jireserving our
ideals and jiroving to the world the strength of
our eharaeter. —Paul Miller
Although many variert opinions have been
cxjiresscd on the subject of the aefiveness
ami etnciency of onr stmh'iit council, pure
fact alone jiroves that this Icgisliitive group
has (lone things.
T'ndcr the able guidance of !Mrs. Estelle
Le Gwin and the leader.ship of five officers,
this organization d(?v(*lopo(i something that
its prc'dece.ssors failed to accompli.sh—the
planting of tlie seed from which grew regu
lar dances and a senior prom. This action,
though not its greatest one, alone stands as
a singular triumiih in vi(‘w of previous at
tempts and failures.
if this aecompli.^^hment does not furnish
sufficient proof to .support the forementioned
contention, niori* follows. A new and untried
system of jiroeuring candidates for the coun-
I'il was invoked. This in itself was a gamble
b(‘canse of nnmerons obstacles which wore
(•(‘rtain to iirise.
How(‘Vcr, with careful planning and good
execution, tlie nominating convention was a
tremendous success. A more spirited elec
tion resulted because every student knew
exactly what was taking place and conse-
(piently took more interest in voting. There
fore. this writer maintains that Greensboro
high school has a council that is not afraid
to try something new in order to improve
(ho .school.
Moreover, (his conm-il lias taken a further
step in promoting a better school by feting
our victorious as well as viimiuished athletic
teams. This. too. shows the varied scoiie of
undertakings carried out by this group.
Teen Age Problems
Tills summer V will stand for a victory
vacation. Altliough gas Jiiul tires will be
practically extinct, you can have an exciting
lime anyway. Here are just a few sugges
tions of ways for teen-age Americans to
enjoy the next three months.
First, of eonrse, there are picnics, hikes
and liicycle parties. Something new in “pic
nics at home" is this idea: Invite the crowd
—compk'te with bathing suits—over and just
before spreading supper on th(‘ lawn, cool all
with a “sui*e-to-be-fnn'’ w(*rting under the
garden hose. This will break the ice and
•serve tis a “victory'' swim.
Tops in hikes is the “piteh-a-penny'' walk.
Everyone will want to go, so he sure and let
the entire gang^ in on the fun. Issue invita
tions written on cards in the shape of a
penny and l»earing the following informa
tion: jilaee, time, dress and Innehes.
Then on the day of the hike, when the
gang has assembled and everyone is retidy
to go—begin with the person whose last name
begins with A and let him be the one to
start the hike moving. lie pitches a penny,
calling heads for the right and tails for the
left, and proceeds according to the way the
penny lies. Fefore each pitching, the pitcher
will (h'cide the distance to be traveled before
the next pitching.
Add fun and variety to the distance by
using such (U'eisions as: go as many blocks
as the tirst numlier on the license plate of
tb(' next green ear yon si'c; or. go until you
meet a baby ou a kiddie car: or. the third
bald lu'ad you see: or. to the next red barn.
Determim^ the number of limes yon will
change pitcluu-s. and before yon know it,
you’ll arrive at some nn.^eheduled place
where there's sure to be an ideal spot to
siiread a lunelu'on and have an all-round
swell time.
Any Gas Today?
Says
Rationer To Rationee
“Any gas today.
Gas to run me
From now till one day
Six weeks from now.
Here comes the rationing man—"
So goes the new version of (he popular
refrain, "Any Houds Today.'' As the lines
of weary drivers crowd the walks of Senior
high school and till (he streets for two blocks
nj) Westover terrace, both rationers and ra-
lioiiees pray for (he good old days of horse
and buggy.
Hesioged by (jnostions fixmi prosiH'ctive
ration card owners, the weary, bleary-eyed
faculty of Greensboro high school feebly
filled ont (hec'ards. Aching lingers and tired
(^y('s are their nnvard for this work, not
time, time-and-a-half or donble-time wages
for overtime work, But these teachers know
that if Guilford county isn't thoroughly
"gasless,” it isn't their fault.
am Mill
anit
tCeStament
A few excerpts from the senior class last
will, testament and prophecy, written by
Bennie Lowe and Helen Marks, and present
ed at class day, arc given below.
From the valley of death rode the four hun
dred ;
Tliey'd spent years of pain and had blun
dered and blundered.
They finally left with tears and sighs,
Midst cheering of teachers, and mournful
goodbyes.
Beneath the folds of voluminous robes,
Tlu'y pulled strange shapes, squares and
globes.
Each had within its hidden heart
A gift from those who now must part.
L. raschal, his divine chassis
lycaves to all the junior lassies,
Wliile Morris Prince, shaved, no less,
Begs from Emily Sills a tress.
We tried to wrest from M. J. Cooper
The ring she sports—they say it's super,
But she just couldn't do without it—
We begged, we pleaded ; we failed—we pouted.
Jlartha Sholar, her curves leaves
To one not needful—Frances Kives.
l*olIy Armfield, just commenced,
Heaves V. Peoples all her scents.
The kind, most rare indeed,
Bob Perry leaves to all who need,
ilartha Lowry, who can't stop sinnin’,
lA'aves her wrongs to N. Clendenin.
Shorn of her jokes—some collection !
She heaves them to M. Holmes’ dissection!
(Stop crowdin', she'll tell 'em quick enough.)
While ilarilyn Younce, who claims she’s
needy,
Wlu'u it conies to glamour—we think she’s
greedy,
She gets from Engstrum—who won't miss it,
A face like that—who wouldn't kiss it?
Helen Marks and Jack Elam
Leave criminal records, they won't need ’em.
To those girls who must go swimming
’N find it leads to jail—what women!
Shannon Schumann, in her last will,
Leaves Dan Wagoner acting skill:
For next year’s actors, large or small,
She also k'aves Dan to lead them all.
Prophecy
Scriptease
Well, this is it . . . the very last one . . .
the final issue of High Life for the school
term of 1941-19-12 ... a “Last of the Mohi
cans” issue . . . for the juniors, a forecast of
their senior year . . . the seniors come and
the seniors go, but the paper, and the corny
humor goes on . . .
The term is over,
Time’s a-runniiig;
This column’s through
With this year’s punning.
R. W.
•
Signs of the Times
Budding young genii bring mysterious black
boxes to school, tiny glass objects hidden
secretly under coats, and weird chemical
concoctions in back pockets. Pausing in a
dark corner, the furtive figure quietly opens
the little black box and hides its contents
in a pocket. Then he tip-toes out the door,,
dodges behind a large shrub. Suddenly a
small group of students are scared half silly
by the barking command of the hidden lad.
“Hold it!”
With quaking hearts, the little huddle turns
toward the sound, frozen motionless, with
mouths open and eyes shut. “Click!”
Then the students relax from the strain
of it all and begin to pursue little Johnny.
After all, who wants a picture with every
mouth wide open?
•
Aftermath
They bent his nose,
They broke his back;
He'd taken them “candid”
With his kodak!
R. W.
•
Bright Brief
Teacher: “Johnny, use the word ‘after-
math’ in a sentence.”
Johnny (after long silence) : “I go to Eng
lish aftermath.”
•
Money, Money, Money
Probably the richest plutocrats in school
these days are the home room treasurers,
who have collected, among other things, mon
ey for invitations and cards, $1.75 for caps
and gowns, money for senior pictures, the
senior luncheon, and money for this and
money for that. But this feeling of wealth
lasts but for a brief time, however, for the
money must be turned in. Oh, well, they
say, easy come, easy go.
•
These plutocrats
Can’t top us fellows;
We’ve (uriiel into
“Kid Rockefellers.”
Look not mournfully into the past,
But beware, your future’s coming fast.
It may be your fortune, it may be your fate.
It may bo oven your life at stake.
The crystal now clears, and 1 can see
Visions of graduates loom before me.
A housewife here, an old maid there,
A soldier's liius a sailor’s air.
A shadow forms, 'tis Father Time.
I’ardoii. .1. Anthony, the mistake is mine,
I see you're through your education,
And 'bout the riglit type for "A” classifica
tion.
To be or not to be. is Connie to be?
(Regarding .lohnny's fate? We'll wait and
see.)
Give me liberty, give me right.
Quotes James Dobbins to Miss Pike.
Don't fret. James, the future holds
Xo teachers, but sergeants with weary souls.
My crystal now shows me a worried face,
Sapp is in doubt about the good place.
He stuli(‘s and (‘agerly waits to make
The honor roll beyond the gate.
Nothing else can I seem to find.
Ah. yes. there's a maiden fair,
Why. it's Peggy Clemkmin and her air.
Now I see a zoot suit with a drape shape
And a super drip iu a droopy cape;
Why. it's David Pinkney, without work.
Commonly known as Jarvis the Jerk.
Lynda. Lynda, these are the words
The high school boys told the birds.
But. Lynda. d(‘ar. you'll surely win
A handsome loon, or a worker's pin.
Again I look in the crystal ball.
She's throwing pan cakes far and wide—
Now calm yourself. DeBoe. subside.
Now I see (he tall "Skinny” Brown
I’itching on other pitching ground.
Wliiteside'll scout and she will roam
To find half-wits to complete her home.
And now, O Simiors. there yon are,
I hope your future's up to par:
Mind your manners and keep your mirth,
And you'll be known around the earth.
R. W.
Cliapel Hill Epic
How many G. II. S.-ites heard how the
local baseball squad was forced to turn to
swimming in order to get to the game and
to the (lances while at Chapel Hill for the
state tilt? But wet or dry. the mud-diggers
did some swell baseball playing. Congratu
lations. fellows, that's one good way to end
a season!
•
Ca’liiia dance.
Song and wimmen;
Baseball team
Resorts to swiinniin’!
•
Summertime
A happy senior strolls along the campus
walk, reveling in the bliss of spring, and
graduation, and diplomas, and cups and
awards, and life in general. Suddenly he
stops. The smile slips from his face as the
words of his teacher echo in his ears, “Gradu
ation exercises, Friday, May 20 . . . summer
school begins Monday, June 1 . . .”
And the hapjiy senior is happy no more,
for ho has remembered that defect in credits
on his record : “Jones. John Percy—31
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Detiit and Credit
Speaking of credits, John (“The Swan”)
Taylor was most unhappy over his SIV2
credits. Then one day he had a happy
thought. He rounded up report cards, school
records and transcripts. He chased teachers
and principals. But he won. He found that
half-credit, for John learned that being a
first-class boy scout gave him the elusive
digit.
The Last of the Himior
This^ is the last humor column for this
year. The final “Scriptease” for the class of
3tH2. X’ext year, new names and a new pen
■will brighten this column. To the new author,
and the readers, here’s hoping for more, and
perhaps, less corny humor.
—Rachael Whiteside