Page Two
High Life
January 14,
‘Hi-Yo Silver’^
A galloping stampede, the familiar “Hi-Yo,
Silver, ” and everyone clamors down to lunch!
Such is the Wild West saga that is portrayed
not once but twice daily each Monday through
Friday at G. H. S.
We were eating out the other night, and
to our surprise we found that in a restaurant
everyone doesn’t scramble to a table, nor do
they yell across the dining room to friends,
nor do they dirty up the table — heavens!
what a difference from the scene at dear old
G. H. S.! We leave our trays on the tables,
making the place look like an abandoned pool
parlor, rve throw trash on the floor, and we
run “on the scene of battle” like a team of
defensive apes trying to establish a beach
head on the fortress of “me first”! We really
hadn’t stopped to think about it before — but
holy cooks, we ’re kinda glad we did!
Now it seems more funny than serious, but
somehow or other, the teachers at school seem
of the teachers cried in agony that she would
not to see any humor in the situation. One
have to start riding the banisters from the
third floor if she were to get any lunch — due
to the malignant situation — and surely the
banisters wouldn’t hold up long — even if
she did!
Well, we wouldn’t like to ruin a teacher’s
figure, or a banister either; we don’t like to
keep all the teachers in a dangerous mood
around lunch time, either — do we ?
On page 466 of the “ How To Remedy Such
Situations,” it plainly states the following
recipe for curing the situation:
“1. Take trays back to window.
“2. Keep trash off tables and floor.
“3. Gallop slower ‘to and from camp’.”
We’re going to try to follow that recipe
right today and we need, of course, your help.
So remember when you start to gallop to the
mess hall, muffle the “Hi-Yo Silver” and
slow down . . . Don’t forget to put your tray
back . . . and for maid’s sake, keep the trash
in the trash can. Thanks!
T. N.
The Purpose of High Life Is To
G et and preserve the history
of our school.
H old individuals together under
high standards.
S eparate the loorthwhile from the
worthless and promote the highest
interest of students, teachers,
and school.
HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of
Greensboro Senior High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class
of 1921
Revived by tbe 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.
Co-Editors — Julia Ann Deleft, Alice Hardin
Feature Editor Tom Neal
Sports Editor Gordon Battle
Girls' Sports Editor Yvonne Schweistris
Exchange Editor Joan Klein
Photographer Charles Mansfield
Cartoonist Erie Curtis
Art Editor Burt Wade
Business Manager Treva Adams
Circulation Manager Richard Clemmons
Proofreader Betty McCraw
Copy Editor Ann Rudd
Reporters—Barbara Hutton, Jerry Somers, Lad
die Landau, Charlie Thacker, Beverly Baylor,
Anne Russell, Ann Townsend, Richard Clem
mons, Jody Wilkinson, Betty Jean Pox>e, Eliz
abeth McCulloch, Jackie McDaniel.
Adviser Mr. Sam J. Underwood
Art Adviser , Mrs. Grace Paver
Financial Adviser Mr. A. P. Routh
JANUARY 14, 1949
Weather forecast for today: fair and colder.
Jupiter Mystifies
Weatherman
“ ‘Dernedest’ mess I ever saw,” one
disgruntled G.H.S.’r exclaimed. Of
course, lie was speaking of our fine
North Carolina weather! Such are
the thoughts of quite a few North
Carolina residents — not only us at
O.H.S. It isn’t such a problem as
it is freakish—but at any rate, we
don’t seem to know what’s coming off!
One day we expect snow and what do
we get? No, not snow—RAIN! Should
we expect rain and drap our raincoats
from the hall closet, why, it would
be fitting and proper — at least it
would be possible and probable — to
have a sunny, springish day. Now, of
course, we aren’t complaining about
having warm, sunny days in the grip
of winter, but, after all, the girls are
anxious to display their “n6w fur
coats,” and we would like to know
what to expect from Jupiter, who is
the ruler of the gods; we’re still
anxious.
One bright fellow suggested that
we shoot the weatherman, but we feel
that even this solution does not ade
quately remedy the prevailing circum
stances.
Does anyone have a suggestion, or
should we just leave it up to Jupiter’s
discretion.
Personality Sketches
Yes, believe it or not, my name is BAR
BARA HUTTON. Sure, I get kidded a
lot about it, because that’s also the name
of the B. H. with all the money. I’ve
alw'ays lived in Greensboro, but when I
am older I hope to travel quite a bit.
Before coming to Senior, I attended Cen
tral Junior High. “Yea, Central!”
My favorite pastime is the movies, with
skating and, yes, talking rating next. In
cidentally, once I am on the telephone
no one in my family can get me away
from it. My pet hate is homework, and
I’ve been exercising that hate rather vig
orously lately.
My favorite books are mysteries and
lately I have cultivated a great liking
for jazz music. I guess most of my friends
know why. As of yet, I have no nick
name ; but I surely wish I did.
My name is JOE ATTAYEK but I am
better known around these here parts as
Roy Acuff. I was born in Greensboro on
November 9, 1930, in a local hospital. I
started school at the unusual age of six,
and as time passes along, I find myself
here at Senior. I have been at Senior for
three years, and love it more and more
as the days gCK by. I plan to graduate in
January, 1950, and enter Wake Forest.
I have no favorite song and no particular
• likes with the exception of sports and
“Flash.”
ROSALIND FORDHAM is my name.
I, by the way, am a sophomore very much
interested in writing. My ambition is
'•to become a good journalist. I should
like to attend Northwestern University
and study journalism there.
My favorite subjects are English and
Journalism. My hobby is keeping scrap
books. I am also interested in swimming.
DISC AND DAT
By Elizabeth McCulloch
Nineteen and forty-eight slowly wander
ed into 49. Another year is passed! The
new year holds many surprises in store
for us, just as the record shops have
many new platters for our turntables.
Since the old year is past, lets put it
on the shelf and thumb through the
pages of the new year.
We read on the first page that “But
tons and Bows” is still tops. Page two
reads: the tune “My Darling, My Darling”
is moving out among the best sellers. Jo
Stafford and Gordon MacRae team to do
this disc which is really a bright inter
pretation of a swell ballad. The Star-
lighters lend their voices to the record
ing. Platter-mate is a romatic ditty en
titled “Girls Were Made To Take Care
of Boys,” from the movie “One Sunday
Afternoon.”
Page three goes in this manner: “The
Money Song” and its flipover “That Cer
tain Party” are becoming favorites. Dean
Martin and Jerry Lewis, who team up on
this platter, now have a contract with
Capitol records.
In the middle of the book, we read that
“Lavendar Blue (Dilly Dilly)” is truly
fitted to the swing and sway treatment of
Sammy Kaye. With its perky rhythm,
this bright and breezy ballad from Walt
Disney’s movie “So Dear To My Heart”
has as its couplet an oldie “Down Among
the Sheltering Palms.”
In the hack of the book we read some
thing shocking. One of Arthur Godfrey’s
newest releases (remember “Too Fat
Polka”) pairs “The Goggle-Eye-Ghee”
with “When I Lost You.” The former is
a delightful tune about two little fishes
who meet at the bottom of the deep blue
sea. Incidently, the goggle-eye-ghee is
the boy fish, while the giggle-eye-goo is
the girl fish.
I leave you now with wishes for a
very Happy New Year.
College Day
A new experiment in planning for
college educations proved to be a big
success yesterday when representa
tives from numerous North Carolina
colleges met to discuss with students,
various problems confronting them.
Such problems as entrance credits,
school life and other phases of college
activities were explained to the stu
dents, and in some eases to their par
ents who came over to the school to
talk with the representatives.
Much credit is due to both the plan
ners and participants for the fine
work and cooperation shown in the
final product of the new “Day.”
Much more work went into the final
stage of development than would meet
the eye. There are summaries to be
gotten, letters to he written, cards to
be lettered, as well as many other
minor but important details, which,
of course, could not he done without
the wonderful help of all who contrib
uted to make the day the success that
it was.
Thanks, then, to everyone who
helped!
Bev^s Brevities
By Beverly Baylor
“WHAT A HOLIDAY!”
. . . exclaimed just about every student at
Senior High when asked by your reporter
about their Christmas vacation.
Greensboro must be a great place to
spend Christmas, judging from the number
of people who stayed here instead of
celebrating elsewhere. Of course, Joan
Klein had to be different and take off to
New York. She had a good reason, though-
just ask her—and ask her to show you all
those souvenirs she brought back.
The holidays got off to a merry start
with the school dance on the nineteenth-
the Carolinians furnishing the music. The
decorations were the best I have erer
seen. Orchids to the student council for
a great job! Several alumnae were spotted
mingling around the danCe floor, and the
faculty was also well-represented. If a
prize had been offered for the cutest dress,
it surely would have gone to Joanne Free
man, who was radiant in her black strap
less trimmed in red, and bustled in black
lace. Katherine Foster’s dress was a
striking contrast in white taffeta, and
she would have probably copped second
place.
Next on the social calendar was the Les
Soeur’s progressive dinner on December
20. Beginning at Beverly Chalk’s and
Emily Ann Dee’s houses for cocktails
(tomato juice), next on to Henrietta Beil’s
for salad, then on to Julia Ann Doggett’s
for the main course, and ending at Judy
Brown’s for dessert. Those that didn’t
kick up their heels at the Carolina Club
danced stayed over at Judy’s until about
twelve.
Just as I predicted, the D.D.T. dance
was a sure-fire success! December 22nd
was the night that such a crowd as I
have never before seen, swarmed into
the Greensboro Country Club causing it
to fairly burst at the seems. A four piece
band provided the music for dancing from
nine until one, if you could find the room
to dance.
Marilyn Mateer, in spite of her recent
accident, looked as pretty as ever in
emerald green satin, with a little goid
lame cape, and Fay Millican, home for
thq holidays from Sullins, wore an orchid
net dress that was her own creation.
Many a curfew hour was extended for
the breakfast that Ennis and Pete Quinn
gave at their house following the dance
for the club members and their dates, but
everybody finally got home about three
o’clock that morning.
On December 18, the Y-Teens had their
annual dance at the Y.W.C.A. with Paul
Bell furnishing music, and from what I’ve
heard, the Y-Teens really put on the dog,
and had a wonderful dance, with beauti
ful decorations and all!
Things slowed down a bit after the
Youth Center had its dance on December
25th due to the fact that school started
again on the 28th, and there certainly
were a lot of sleepy, ’worn-out-looking
students making their w’eary way around
the halls and classes at Senior. There
was also the largest array of angora and
cashmere sweaters around here that has
ever been seen before. It seems that this
year’s style was for the boys and girls to
give each other sweaters for Christmas.
Of course, there were exceptions. For
instance, Mildred Hedrick recived u
engagement ring from her one and only,
and do you suppose Wayland Moore
struck gold—and diamonds? He must
have from the looks of that gorgeous
watch he presented Mary Lane Clement.
'Well, Christmas comes and Christmas
goes, and now all we have to look for
ward to is exam week. Oh, so you’re not
looking forward to exam week? In that
case, don’t do so much trucking at night,
and maybe you can get your hauling done
in the daytime. In other words, study
hard and pass those all-important exams!
Adios everybody, and Happy New Year!
JOKES
Did you hear about the man who stayed
up all night to see where the sun went
when it went dov^n. Finally it dawned
on him.
Overheard in the telephone booth’
“Number heck, I want my peanuts.”