Page Two
High Life
Hay 25, j
Where Credit Is Due ...
A senior class at eommeneenient tradition
ally look back on their high school days and
sh^ theoretical tears for all they are leaving
behind. They remember parties, ball games,
hugging the radiators on cold mornings, the
noise and confusion on the main floor at lunch
time on a rainy day — they remember cram
ming for exams, class day, graduation night,
and a cute little junior they will probably
never see again. They remember — and in
the midst of their wild and distorted mem
ories, the chaos of the past, certain memories
will have a quiet place reserved where now
and then one may go back to them and graze
in the pastoral significance they have had on
later life.
When we, here at G. H. S., graduate, we
can carry with us such a memory, if we have
wisdom enough to grasp it. That memory is
peraonified in the faculty.
There are others, of course, but one in par
ticular stands but. He is as much a part of
G.H.S. as education itself. We could enu
merate his qualities of character, but they
stand for themselves. He has done much for
G. H. S., and much for high school boys and
girls outside of school through his work with
the Y. M. C. A. and his interest in the Youth
Center.
What he has done for each of us in a quiet,
unpretentious way must not be overlooked as
we come to the dose of the school year.
Of course, we could be speaking only of
Principal A. Paul Routh.
The Time Has Come . ..
Exactly one school week from today, our
seniors will receive their diplomas and leave
us, never to return again as students.
Although graduation is partially a happy,
joyous occasion, there is a definite tinge of
sadness as well. Old times and old friends
are left behind, some of them never to see or
experience again, but only to remember. But
with heads high in defiance to fear and the
high, unknown wall of the future which stands
before them, they will leave, as other senior
classes have left before them, to carve for
themselves a portion of life which will best
represent their ideals.
As the class prepares to leave, amidst the
rush and whirlwind confusion of final exams,
class day exercises, and the thousands of little
things which can never be finished at a time
like this, it is a good time for all of us to look
back over the preceding year. It is a time to
determine what has been accomplished; to
seek out and uncover our failures as well as
our victories.
To our seniors at this time we wish a fond
farewell and the best of luck. They are not
facing an easy prospect, but it is a challenge
we are sure they can meet. We are proud
of them 1
tot OTill anb tE^esftament
HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly by tiie StudenU of
Greensboro Senior High S^tool
Greensbwo, N. C.
Founded by the Class 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, 1879.
Editor-in-Chief David Buckner
Associate Editor Frances Newton
Feature Editor Betty Jean Pope
Bports Editors George Seay, Herbert Jones
Girls Sports Editor Gail Schaflfert
News Editors — David Breedon, Don Hardison
Exchange Editor Joan Klein
Social Editor Jennie Lee M«er
Photographer L__ Lowell Dryjser
Art Editor Bill Hooke
Reporters—ilBxy Durland Sapp, Barbara Wil
son, Bradley Faircloth, Delores Hadaway,
Barbara Dunivant, Paul Patton, Alice
Hardin.
Business Manager Don Prago
Adv-iser Mrs. R. John Holland
Financial Adviser A. P. Routh
MAY 2.^, 1948
We, the Class of 1948, of Greensboro
Senior High School, being about to pass
out of this sphere of education, in full
possession of crammed mind, well-trained
memory, and almost superhuman under
standing, do make and publish this our
last will and testament, hereby revoking
and making void all former wills or prom
ises made by us heretofore.
Item 1: We give and bequeath to the
dear faculty, who have been our instruc
tors in all the wisdom of the ages a sweet
and unbroken succession of restful nights
and peaceful dreams.
Item 2: We give and bequeath to
Greensboro Senior High School, as a
whole, our dear old school song. This
song is to become the p(^session of the
school on condition that it shall ever
be kept in constant use so that it may
not become dull and spiritless through
lack of proper practice and enthusiasm.
Item 3: We give and bequeath to the
Junior Glass all such boys as were not
able to keep pace with such brilliant
girls as compose the majority of our
class, trusting that the Junior girls may
be able to hold firmly to them and steer
them next year through the gates of
eommencemen t.
Item 4: The following may seem but
trifling bequests, but we hope they
may be accepted, not as worthless things
lavishly thrown away because we can no
longer keep them, but invaluable assets
to those who may receive them, and a
continual reminder of the generosity of
heart displayed in our free and full
bestowal:
1st—Andy Bell leaves his jelly-beans to
whoever indulges.
2nd—Dennis Fortune leaves his pick
of pink admit slips to Sid Villines.
3rd—Catherine Dicks leaves her swing
to Mary Lane Clement.
4th—Jim Troxler leaves his place in
the skies to Nancy Bullock.
5th—Marcia Furnas leaves her tennis
ability to Jerry Fletcher.
6th—Barbara Dunivant leaves Jim!
7th—Bob McPheeters leaves his Atomic
bomb to Mr. Bird.
8th—^Helen Latham leaves her baton to
future majorettes.
9th—Bill Ledford leaves his ability
to speak to people to Mervine Squier.
lOtb—Larry Lambeth leaves!
llth^—Nancy Smith leaves her directing
ability to Miss Tuttle.
12th—Lib Dockery leaves her boots and
saddle to Anne Russell.
13tb—Jimmy Alspaugh leaves the plan
ning of the school annual to anybody
strong enough to undertake it.
14th—Frances Newton leaves Betty Jean
Pope all her running speed in getting up
work.
15th—Julian McGee leaves his vitamin
pills to Wright Archer.
16th—Lowell Dryzer leaves his stupid
pants to Sidney Smith.
17th—Joanne Mihgia leaves her silly
questions to Margaret Osborne.
18th—Doug Galyon leaves Anne Rudd
(Much to Ms regret).
19th—Glenna DeWitt leaves her walk
to Julia Ann Doggett, our future Vice-
president.
20th—Polly White leaves her column
in HIGH LIFE to T.
Item 5: To the student body as a whole,
we leave our assorted gum, bottles (perox
ide and otherwise) water pistols and
bombs.
Item 6: Last comes the one thing hard
est for us to part with. To our successors
we must leave our places in the hearts
and thoughts of our Principal and teach
ers. they will love them, unworthy as we
feel they are, even as they have loved
us; they will show them the same tender
kindness and attention that they have
bestowed upon us; they will feel the
same interest in their attempt and suc
cesses : the same sorrow when they fail.
We trust that the Class of 1949 will
appreciate all this as deeply as we have,
that it may be their most precious posses-’
sion, as it has been ours, and the one we
really hate to turn over to them.
Besides these gifts, we leave—not of
necessity but of our own free will—the
tender memories of our pleasant associ
ations together, and a pledge of friend
ship from henceforth and forever.
In witness, whereof, We, the Class of
1948, the testers, have to this our will
set our hands and seal the 26th day of
May, Anno Domini, one thousand nine
hundred and forty-eight.
Signed with
Three-hundred and fifty X’s
By the members of the
Senior Class of ’48
^ropj)ecj>
Pn^fliecy of the Senior dass, as
read dorii^ the Class Day program
this morning, is reproduced below:
Swami: I see Bradley Faircloth. He
and Bill Hunsucker have quit fighting.
Andy: Did they bury the hatchet?
Swami: No, they buried Hunsucker.
Barry: What else can you see, Swami?
Swami: Senator Joe Johnson from
Jamestown, N. C., made the motion on
the floor of the Senate that Jamestown
be made the state capital.
Barry: What happened?
Swami: The motion was thrown out—
followed by Joe Johnson.
Andy: Tell us more about our class
mate, Swami.
Swami: There’s Julian McGee receiving
an honor. He’s been voted Mr. Roadblock
of 1957. I see Tal Henry. Tal is very
much in demand these days. In fact he’s
wanted in eight states. Donnie Prago
qualified for the Master’s Golf Tourna
ment in Augusta last week with a sizzling
59. He is expected to play the second
nine sometime this week.
Barry: How are some of the other
Whirlie Athletes making out in the field
of sports?
Swami: Well, the Greensboro Patriots
have a lot of former Greensboro High
School talent. They are currently leading
the Carolina League with a remarkable
record of 120 wins against no defeats.
Their leading pitcher is none other than
Bill (Fireball) Baxter. He was recently
optioned to the Pats from their farm
club, the Muirs Chapel Red Sox. Charlie
Nelson is having his best year in baseball
with the Pats this year. He has won 42
games and lost none. He has pitched 12
no-hit games so far.
Andy; Are there anymore Greensboro
boys on the team?
Swami: Yes. On first base we have
Young Dennis Fortune. Incidentally, in
the right field bleachers, you find one of
his most ardent admirers, Frances (Fig)
Newton. Bobby Crews is on second base
tonight, but he is also an outstanding
twirler. His father, however, is no longer
on the Police Force. It seems he took
up umpiring immediately after he found
out Bobby was going to pitch. Red Frazier
is making quite a name for himself play
ing short stop for the locals. He boasts
a batting average never before attained
by any other baseball player. His first
year in organized baseball, he hit .999.
He hit 432 home runs, 308 triples, 258
doubles, and 1 single. Barney Cates holds
down the hot corner replacing one of his
neighbors, Vernon “Sheepy” Lamb. Barney
has an amazing fielding record. Out of
1823 chances he has only erred one
ball. He has made 139 unassisted triple
plays. Warren Leonard is the leading
catcher for the Patriots but he is expected
to be farmed to the Proximity Reds next
season to make room for Dick Elkins
who is now graduating from high school.
Barry: What year did you say this
was, Swami?
Swami: 1957. Why?
Barry: Well, I just wondered. He was
29 years old his last birthday.
Andy: How about some of the other
outstanding students, Swami?
Swami: Gub Buckner has just bought
a newspaper.
Andy: Is that a fact? What did he
pay for it?
Swami: Five cents. It was a late edition.
—Lowell Dryzer shot some sensational
pictures of a rare eclipse. Mars and
Saturn swung into line with Venus while
Neptune and Pluto came perpendicular to
earth wffiieh was on the wrong side of the
moon at the time. It happens once every
1,000,900,000,000 years.
Barry: Dryzer must be famous.
Swami: No—he left the film in the
hypo too long and what came out looks
like a Hindoo shoveling charcoal at mid
night—Ah, I see Nancy Goff, and there’s
The last WorJ
By Polly White
this is the last issue of HIGH LIPB
paper always prints a class
the last will and testament and
prophecy^
varioaj
other remembrances that an annual wonii
contain. I am filling my column this tijnj
with jokes and wise cracks, for ^
annual would not be complete without
them.
A gangster rushed into a saloon, shoot
ing right and left and yelling, “All you
dirty skunks get outta here!”
The customer fled in a hail of bullets-
all except an Englishman who stood at
the bar calmly finishing his drink.
“Well?” snapped the gangster, wavinj
his smoking gun,
“Well?” said the Englishman, “there
certainly were a lot of them, weren’t
there ?”
. * * *
Elsa Garrity stopped for a red light asd
failed to drive on when the light turned
green. When the light turned green for
a second time, a traffic officer walked over
to the car and said politely, “What’j
the matter, sister, ain’t we got no colors
you like?”
* « *
Ann Rudd: You have such friendlj
eyes.
Doug Galyon: Gee, thanks.
i?Lnn: Yes, they are always looking at
each other.
« « *
In a crowded movie house a young m
was just about to sit down in one ot a
pair of seats when he was abruptly pusi.
ed off his balance by a woman with her
husband. Before he could recover, the
couple had plunged into the seats. “Sorry
my friend,” said the husband “we beat
you.” “That’s all right,” said the yonni
man. “I hope you and your mother a-
joy the show.”
* * «
Bradley Faircloth: I have to pick np
a girl on the square at six o’clo±.
Don Prago: Who is she?
Bradley: How should I know who)
going to be on the square at six o’clock)
* * *
Hazel Steel: I’m knitting something to
keep Brown happy.
Pat Anderson: Oh, a sweater?
Hazel: No, a bathing suit.
« * *
Most everyone has a pet slang word
or funny exjiression he or she uses more
than any other. They use this expresaioi
when speaking of anything from a hoi
fudge sundae to an algebra exam. The
following are a collection of slang ei-
pressions characteristic of various GHS
students: Ted Thompson: That’s real
great! Fran Pearman: Hang! Dot Bal
linger: My stars! Johnny Story: Heyl
How you? Lynn Goodman: Garden seed
(that’s a new one on me.) Bill Smith:
Dad-burn. Yvonne Schwiestris: My
heavens. Pat Dobson: Oh, Golly! Bobby
Crews: Heck, if I know. Jimmy Baker:
Aint that hateful? Glenna DeWitt;
plumb perty. Harry O’Connor: Forget
it, will ’ya? Gail Schaffert: Aw, gosh!
Spencer Blaylock: Sugar. Hub Johnstoa:
And there they go!
As the cocker spaniel said to the
dacheund—
So long!
June Bliimenthal still in there fightin?
for the Youth Center.—Bill Desanto has
a finger in a nation-wide transportatioD
deal. Yes—^he’s going to thumb across
the country.—Now Aaron Allred has«
vital position in the Business Center of
Greensboro. He’s traffic chief at the
square. Yes, Dennis Fortune saves him
a paper every morning.
Barry: But, what has become of all the
other members of our class.
Swami: Well, let’s see many of the
boys were drafted and they all became
Generals.
Barry: Generals!
Swami: Well—more or less—Then so
many entered matrimony, and they
busy keeping the home going.
Barry: Does that take care of all—
Swami: Well, there still others who
entered higher institutions of learniBf"
and they are still studying, but there
aren’t many of those.