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High Life
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December 19, i%i
Christmas 1951
Well, it’s Christmas again. Time to start
saving the oF green stuff for the boy or girl
friend’s present. What can you give Marge
so she won’t be mad? You wonder if John
ny will give you that darlin’ bracelet. Moth
er and Dad will just have to get that new
coat for you.
Yes, sir! Christmas was made just for
you. But what does Christmas mean? What
is it all about? Besides getting out of school
for a week or two, what is in it for you?
First, let us tell you that this Christmas
1951 may well be the last you will see. Read
the daily newspapers. What do the head
lines say? Russia Vetoes Peace Move . . .
Government Scandal Revealed . . . Atom
Bomb Threat . . . The seriousness of the
world situation should reach you then and
bring you out of the pink clouds of euphon
ious passiveness.
You say that Russia won’t dare bother
us. Ha! We wonder what the Koreans said
about it before, what the Czechs said about
it before, and so on.
You say that the government is corrupt
because the leaders are dishonest. We won
der whom your father and mother voted
for in the last election—or did they vote
at aU? The grass roots are just as tainted
as the leaf.
You say the atomic bomb won’t be used
on us. It’s too barbaric. We wonder what
the citizens of Japan thought in 1945 be
fore the atomic mushroom, grown from
human decadence, blossomed over their
cities.
You say wait a minute. We should not
put a damper on the gay holiday spirit.
But. . .
How many times during this Christmas
holiday season will you think upon the real
meaning of Christmas? Will you think of
that night 2,000 years ago—or will you
wonder how the Rose Bowl will turn out?
Will your thoughts turn to that Child of
Bethlehem—or will they be of presents
and earthly things? Will you think of the
promise renewed, the covenant restored,
when Christ was born of Mary—or will you
think of how much that present Joe gave
cost? Will your musing remember that
God again forgave erring mankind and
gave him the greatest Christmas present
ever, Jesus Christ—or will you remember
that little present Jean gave you last year?
But you say that was 2,000 years ago!.
Yes. But the answer remains the same to
day as it was that evening long ago. Sure,
it’s a terrible time we live in. It could be
a lot worse. It could be a heck of a lot
worse. You’ve got shoes on your feet, food
in your stomach, clothes on your limbs,
and a hope in your heart for something
better someday.
Sometime during the coming vacation,
bend your proud knee in prayer and lower
your arrogant heart in supplication and
thank God in His heaven for your blessings.
Ask Him to give you and the world guid
ance for the future, on this Christmas 1951.
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appointed in September of 1951 to HCU VCIS VrcIIla
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act as controllers of
were to direct the streams of hu
manity that flow over the halls and
help keep down the commotion and
noise that is so prevalent during
the changing of the various classes
here at Senior.
Alas, however, not all the young
men who were appointed to these
important duties have tried to car
ry out, to the best of their abilities,
the job given them.
They cause as much commotion
in the haUs as does anybody, and
when they leave the classes a few
minutes early (they are allowed to
do so to enable them to reach their
post) they seem bent on just mak
ing enough noise to wake the dead.
When they finally reach their post,
if they ever get there at all, they
take the attitude of the-more-mix-
up-the-better type. As for those
that don’t get to their post, you
will find them in groups of two or
three with their posteriors propped
against some warm radiator pay
ing no attention to their job.
Of course, there are a few, a very
scattered few, who do the job as
they are expected to do. We con
gratulate you and just hope and
pray that the other erring members
of the traffic squad wiU take heed
of you and follow your example.
Have you ever wondered what teachers
carried in those huge bags (pocketbooka)
that they carried? Yes, I thought so . . .
Well, we have tried to pick out a few
teachers that we would consider to car
ry an average amount of “junk.” After
reading the following you will notice
that women do carry more than men . . .
I guess you already knew that, though.
Does any of the following surprise you?
Miss Tuttle was asked what she had
in her pocket. Her reply amounted to
the fact that she’d just cleaned it out.
Golly, wonder what else she could get
in there besides: chewing gum, a nail
file, car keys, quite a few paid receipts,
a handkerchief, “oodles” of change ’n’
money, football ticket stubs, a driver's
license, a secret compartment, a letter
stamped “free” from her best boy friend,
a check book which she says is carried
merely for effect, extra glasses, a tooth
brush, some Life Savers which she real
ly needs, two sets of car keys, four pen
cils, a public library card, two Harry’s
Flowers checks, a bank deposit sUp,
toothpicks, a compact, comb, lipstick, and
some matches. Who said that Miss Tut
tle didn’t have just about a little of every
thing?
Merry Christmas to you all, and
the best possible New Year!
H. FERRELL, Editor.
G. WILLIAMSON, Feature Editor.
Premature Decorations
HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of
Greensboro Senior High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class
of 1921
Revived by the Spring |
Journalism Class
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 Henry Ferrell
Associate Editor Steve Leonard
Feature Editor . . ^ Gay Williamson
Sports Editors . Dick Ledbetter, Bill Whedbee
Girls Sports Editors Joanne Gourley.Lois Pond
Exchange Editor Barbara Barrier
Business Manager Beverly Shoff
Circulation Manager Grey Egerton
Art Editor Bobby Gladwell
Photographer Andrew McGlamery
Proo/reader Joyce Strother
Make-Up Editor Martha Moore
Reporters—Patrician Eways, Janet Frederick
Anne Fordham, Ann Fulton. Marion Osborne'
Jane Pike, Mary Lee Wells, Jack Carter.
Adviser _ Sam J. Underwood
Art Adviser Mrs. Grace Faver
Financial Adviser Mr. A. P. Routh
Winter is upon us, and the trees
are bedecked in solemn shrouds of
white — paper, that is. You have,
no doubt, noticed the “graceful”
streamers of paper that roll from
the blue and find their way to the
trees at the rear of the adminis
tration building. This spot seems
to have a magnetic attraction for
that well-known substance that is
used for writing, printing, and other
purposes.
The source of this poor quality
parchment is apparently the boys’
washrooms. If the guilty parties
wiU critically observe the uncouth
appearance that this discarded ma
terial presents to the student body,
perhaps this spot will soon be free
of debris.
Mr. Routh turned his wallet inside out,
revealing not quite so much stuff. He
had an extra set of car keys, also one
for his front door, his wife’s picture,
some Carolina football tickets, a Rotary
Club Directory, a laundry ticket, some
blank checks, a driver’s license, two com
plimentary Zesto tickets, some “dirty”
calling cards, a wonderful picture of the
high school, a Youth Center membership
a $2.00 bill with no corners off
card,
Cum Laudef
It seems that Senior is blessed
with hosts of talented people who
just have to express their pent-up
abilities by volunteering for every
thing that even smells of glory.
We think it is fine for them to
do so, but in taking the many varied
opportunities, do they leave them
selves open to critics? What we
mean to say is that in doing the
jobs’ they aUow their time to be
used up in too many things and as
a result they do no one job as well
which is supposed to be very lucky, and
quite a few other membership card’s for
several organizations.
Mrs. Hodden, when asked what she had
in her pocketbook, stated that she hadn’t
taken out a thing ... Do you believe her?
She had some emory boards, three hand
kerchiefs. two pencils, glasses, two rub
ber bands, an address book, a memo
randum, stubs to Carolina-Georgia game
a book on weight and its ups and downs!
a hotel bill, a menu, a picture from the
newspaper, a memorandum for a Sunday
School devotion, eight bobby pins, one
safety pin, one match, some free Zesto
tickets, a bill fold, a check book, foun
tain pen, and a makeup kit. She said
she’d showed me enough already, so I
didn’t even get to see in her makeup kit
Goodne®, I didn’t know that bags would
hold quite so much, did you? Oh, I just
had a call from Mrs. Hodden . ’ she’s
found some more stuff in her pocketbook
There were
Christmas in Other
Lands
Christmas, despite the many
which it has undergone in the course
of centuries, is still the most popular
festival in the modern world. Most of
us at Senior High do not
reaize that
other countries celebrated Christmas
long before the United States came into
existence. Let us look at the customs
and Christmas celebrations in other lands
and compare them with our own.
Our neighbor Mexico starts celebra-
tion of Christmas nine days in advance
of Christmas. In the towns and villages
whole families visit with each other dur
ing the Christmas season, and brother
hood and friendliness is accentuated.
In Holland, the children look forward
to a visit from Saint Nicholas, who r^
wards them for being good the previous
year. The Dutch children fill their shoes
with hay which Saint Nicholas’ white
horse eats, and in turn fills the shoes
with goodies and presents. Christmas
morning finds the children up before
daybreak, examining the presents which
Saint Nicholas has left behind for them.
In France, particularly in Paris, huge
crowds gather in the cafes and night
clubs to celebrate Christmas. At mid
night, mass is held at most churches and
Christmas carols are sung by one and all.
After the church service, the congrega
tion is invited to the home of some mem
ber of the congregation for Reveillon
(supper after midnight) which plays a
big part in the French celebration.
In Finland, the children of the house
sleep on clean straw on Christmas Eve.
This is an old custom that is reminis
cent of the Christ Child who slept on
straw in a manger.
Santa Claus is replaced by Julenissen
in Denmark. This character is in reality
a miniature Santa Claus, who lives in
the attics of homes and watches over the
household all through the year. He leaves
the attic only on Christmas Eve to dis
tribute the children’s presents.
In Czechoslovakia, Svanty Mikulal de
scends to earth from Heaven on a gold
en chain. He is conducted to earth by
a white-clad angel and a black-hooded
evil spirit. If the children have been
good, he discharges the angel to dis
tribute presents; if not, the evil spirit
is always lurking in the background to
whip the bad children. Needless to say,
the angel does most of the work.
Most of these customs and traditions
seem strange to us here in the United
States, but we must remember that these
traditions were practiced long before
Columbus discovered America, and our
own Santa Claus probably seems just
as strange to them.
Ya Know Somethin'?
some car and school keys,
an express ticket for a film, and $4 00
in money which was collected from adult
classes . . . Yes, that’s aU!
nn not taken
on all the other ones.
Hey you! I’s got sump-thin I wants
to ask ya. Don’t you think we’s had
simply wonda-ful assembly programs this
here yer? They’se really got it, eh what?
I’s a been talkin’ to a bunch o’ people
and they’s really a difference of opinion
as to which a ones or one was the best
liked. O’ coarse, we all look forward to
the Christmas pageant each a yer ’cause
it really puts us in the spirit of Christ
mas and ’specially it brings to mind the
real meining of this holy season.
As I’s said before, I’s asks lots 6’ peO'
pie which assembly they likes the best.
Several were mentioned, but as a rule
they’s no good! The pantomimes, which
have been a given several times, seem
to be ’bout tops with ever’body.
The band and orchestra programs are
realie tops too! You’ve a noticed that
yow-self when you hear those applauses.
They’s not only just a git ’em ta play
mo’ encores either so that we kin git out
of two minutes mo’ of a class.
You’s ’ll have to uh-gree with me that
we’ve had some good speakers too. Not
only are the jokes good, but also, if y^
just think of what they say.
I knows that we’s gonna keep on hav
ing good assembly programs due to the
high efforts of our “veep”!
Until the next year, I bid you adieu!
by Gay Williamson