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Page Two High Life February 27, 194S A Task for American Youth A large and important task has fallen on the shoulders of the youth of America. Our brothers, sisters, fathers and friends fought and died that we might live in the right kind of world and that the citizens of the world would be free. Our loved ones did not want to fight but it became necessary for them to defend the rights and privileges of the human race by going to the battlefields. It is our duty to hold and cherish the things they fought for—hold, cherish and protect them not only for America but for the world. We must do this so that we, as well as our chil dren and their children for generations to come may live without the fear of war and without the strife, hunger, hatred and agony that go hand in hand with war. Our Thanks! ‘I’d Rather Shoot Pretty Girls” By Lowell Dryzer “That’s .where all my money goes,” stated: Lowell Dryzer, when asked about his hobby. He tells us that he first got an incentive for photography while going ito a summer camp up in Maine. That was two years ago and since then he spent over $600 for equipment. His first camera cost only $2.00 and the latest one is a $265 model. He thought this camera was infallible, buit one finally learns that the human elements are the most important of your camera. Lowell prefers, to 'shoot pretty girls and sports. A portable studio is in the base ment when unexpected customers arrive. He has his camera with him at all times and hopes to get a big picture that will be syndicated. Not long ago he placed third in a “human interest” contest by sending a copy of the Lab picture that appeared in High Life. The Purpose of High Life Is To and preserve the history f of our school. H old individuals together under high standards. Separate the worthwhile from the r worthless and promote the highest interest of students, teachers, and school. HIGH LIFE Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of Greensboro Senior High ^hool Greensboro, N. C. Founded by the Qass of 1921 Revived by the Spring Journalism Class of 1937 Entered as second-class matter March 30, 1940, at the post’ office at Greensboro, N. C., under the Act of March 3, 3879. Editor-in-Gliief David Buckner Associate Editor Frances Newton Feature Editor Betty Jean Pope Sports Editors George Seay, Herbert Jones Girls Sports Editor Gail Schaffert News Editors — David Breedon, Don Hardison Exchange Editor : Joan Klein Social Editor Jennie Lee Moser Photographer Lowell Dryzer Art Editor Bill Hooke Reporters—'Slavy Durland Sapp, Barbara Wil son, Bradley Faircloth, Delores Hadaway, Barbara Dunivant, Paul Patton, Alice Hardin. Business Manager Don Prago Adviser Mrs. R. John Holland Financial Adviser A. P. Routh FEBRUARY 27, 1948 .V SC#,. hVBRi,'*'.'' ATTEND eROWff'ftMS iisi'^roUT: PE&.20 ATTEN GAME The members of the High Life staff sin cerely thank Mr. Norris Hadaway for his cooperation in the ‘‘Miss Front Page” con test and for the use of the Carolina theatre. On Double Dating Leave us face it: double dating with your best friend is much fun, but double dating of certain kinds can prove confusing—especially the kind that happened last Friday night with the Greensboro-High Point basketball game—the most looked-forward-to game, if not the most important, and the crowning of Miss Front Page—the climax of the competition between 22 of the school’s most outstanding girls as selected by various school organiza tions, occurring on the sme evening. Because of all that rough weather some time back, both aetiviti>es were postponed and, it was found out at the last minute, postponed to the same night. It would seem as if such a calamity had happened before because there is, in the office, a large calendar marked “School Calendar” on which are set down time, place, etc., of the school extracurricular activities! Dates from now on out are printed elsewhere in this paper in hopes of preventing those “day before the night after” blues that were so evident around the High Life room and the gym last Thursday. The‘8:45’ A Short-Short Story By Don Hardison THE OLD MAN buried his withered face in the ink-fresh, early morning edi tion of the “Herald” and patiently await ed the arrival of the 8:45 express. A dull, gnawing pain took hoild of his chest and hung on, its sharp fingers grasping tighter and tighter about his heart; the same cold, death-like hand took hold precisely ais it had done a thousand times before as he sat there on the same green bench by the tracks, waiting for the 8 ;45. THE BEST PHYSICIANS in the coun try had told him long before that there was no hope, that it was impossible for -him to drag by another year. They had given him a long, detailed report, filled to the line with a long string of scientif ic terms that meant nothing to the old man, something about “hereditary tuber culosis.” Not a chance in a million. But something, somehow, made him go on, refuse to give in. Perhaps it was the memory of a good, full life. He had no complaints. Maybe The doctors were all wrong. But then there was that dull, thumping pain in his chest . . . The old man glanced up from the paper when he heard the roar of steel wheels on steel rails, and he knew that the 8:45 was on time; just as it always had been. Grasping his briar cane in insensible fingers, he arose somewhat giddily and moved nearer the singing rails to watch the 8 :45 come through; come through in a deafening roar of escaping steam and clanging metal just as it had come through a thousand times before . . . There was something about the 8:45 express that the old man could not ex plain. The staring faces at the w’indow: faces of a hundred unknown people; each face a world in itself,-but never the same world twice. The old man loved that train more than anything else 'in the world. More even than life . . . THE 8:45 was coming through the yards now, coming through the yards like a bolt of lightning. The old man moved closer to see . . . THE FIREMAN shouted, so did the track man; the engineer threw’ a lever marked “emergency”; a gasp of awe went up from the crowd by the tracks; and steel wheels sci-eamed frantically on steel rails. Strictly Ad Lib February Fever It isn't quite time for Spring Fever, But iisn’T it always true That no matter which month comes around It brings some fever to you? February Fever has descended I'l>ou the* halls of dear old G.H.S. And the battlecry of. the students Is “Oh, please, don’t give us a test!” “We just haven’t felt like doing The homework you gave us last night,” Brings the pity of the teacher And she finally says, “All right.” Do you know’ the reason she weakened; Why she put the test on the shelf? Why, of course! I knew’ you would guess it; She has February Fever herself. —Doris Jean Walker "Pre-Spring Fever’ By Polly White Ah, yes! SPRING, wonderful SPRING is just around the corner. Only a few more days and “it” W’ill be here. As the trees and flowers begin to bud and bloom 80 do romances at G.H.S. Suddenly that tall, gawky, peroxided pest in the locker next to you becomes a strong handsome lad w’’ho wouldn’t be^“so” bad to date after all, or that giggly little chatterbox in the lunch line is rather attractive even though she can blow a bigger bubble than you with her “DOUBLE-TROUBLE- BUBBLE GUM.” Maybe you have noticed some of tJ bug bitten couples (love bug, that is) strolling aimlessly about the gTonnds at lunch time or seen them making “goo- goo” eyes on class. Here are a few bud ding” romances at G.H.S. Raymond Anderson and Barbara Cari. isle Faye Miliican and Bill Lester Bobby Holt and Sallie Gray Hicks Chigger Qualls and' Ashley Holland Shay Newnam and J. M. Self Julian McGee and Joanne Freeman Gilbert Turner and Elizabeth Hepler Anne Rudd and Doug Galyon VVayland Moore and Marilyn Jenkins While mentioning the new couples it only fair that we go back and mention some of the old couples; or steadies, who have been going together for quite f time. Some of them have graduated, leaving behind “that one and only.'’ But though they’re gone they’re not forgotten. Jean Irving and Joe Breedon Joanne Jlingia and Nolly Vereen Sarah Swain and Norman Hardin Nancy Cockman and Bill Taylor Bobbie Jean Shaw and Otis Crawford Doris Hendrix and Ed Coble Aaron Allred and Helen Mae Sarles Betty Hendrix and Rick Hornaday Sue Baxter and Ted Leonard Marie Carter and Rick Kidd Barbara Kent and Dave Fillippeli Rebecca Hudson and Bob Harrell Bill DeSamo and Marian Overby Helen Latham and Johnny Ritch Jean Sharp and Chester Rose THEM’S ORDERS Coach: “And remember, fellows, football develops individuality, honor, character N and courage. Now get in there and break every doggone bone in those guy’s bodies.” By CARL BAXTER I heard a very impressive concert last Sunday night by a little publicized band at Chapel Hill. Most of you have prob ably never heard,of Johnny Satterfield, but I think he is a composer, arranger, and instrumentalist who is unparalleled in the South. Mr. Satterfield presented an original suite; several originals by Frank Justice, who is doing his graduate work in music at New’ York University: and a few of his beautifully written standards. Several of his men are Greensboro high school graduates, eight of them to be exact. If you had heard the band as I did, I’m sure you would have been as* pleased with our former students as I was. The personnel consists of four trumpets, three trombones, five saxes, and three rhythm, including leader-pianist Satterfield. The band’s approach to the styling of popular music is moldeil predominately around Duke Ellington. You never, how ever hear anything whatsoever that is copied directly from Ellington, for Satter field possesses a cleverness surpassed only by Ellington in this school of musical endeaver. Nelson I^enton’s drumming was superb throughout the program, just as was Sat terfield’s piano. The brass and reeds were well in Tune, and as tight and precise as any you could ever hope to find out of “big time.” I sincerely hope that the people of this vicinity will recognize ti-uly great talent when they hear it, and give a fine band a good break. THANKS In a tight-fisted^ mid-western congre gation, the hat w’as passed around one Sunday and was returned absolutely empty. The pastor cast his eyes heaven ward and .said reverently, “I thank Thee, O Lord, that I got my hat back.” Girls, this is Leap Year and it’s legal to snag that unwary male, but caution Look Before You Leap. You Can’t Tell a Book By Its Cover By .TEKRY CRAWFORD “iloby Dick”—Bob Dick. “Little Men”—Bill Burnette. “Little Women”—Pat Anderson ; Lucile Collins. “A Tale of Two Cities”—Greensb and High Point. “The Bobbsey Twins”—John and R; ard Clements. “The Enchanted Cottage”—Wedd House. “Six Feet Six”—“Lennie” Guys. “The Magnificent Idler”—Horace M’ “Hunger Fighters”—Jim Finison s Irving Osborne. “MacArthnr of Bataan”—Miss Me thur. “Danger is My Business”—The Wri “David Cooperfield”—David Clodfel (well, its almost the same) “No More Trumpets”—Bob Rich ( plays the same cornet). “The Romantic Comedians” — Ba Lambeth and Frank Klages. “Mr. Crew’s Career”—Bob’s? (Basl ball). “Holiday”—We wish. .
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