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High Life
February 8, m2
3n iHemoriam
Last issue of High Life paid tribute to
our friend and printer, Mr. Warren Mc
Culloch.
For twenty years Mr. McCulloch gave of
his capable talents in helping High Life
to publish a high school newspaper that
has been recognized as worthy of its read
ing public. Our Senior High journalism
students have visited the plant and found
inspiration and encouragement from our
departed friend.
Therefore, we feel witn his passing a per
sonal loss and in a larger sense a challenge
to carry on the publication.
Free ? ? ? ?
‘Give Us Light!”
Have you noticed that the incoming soph
omores have begun to develop bat-like
profiles and characteristics? Well, don’t
laugh. Look in the mirror. You have done
the same thing.
There is no need to worry, however, be
cause it is nature’s way of arming you
against the everlasting darkness of our
halls. Yes, you stumble in these caverns
of learning without a glimmer of physical
light. You feel your way from class to class
and the age-old cry is “Give me some light!”
Seriously, there is a definite need of in
creased lighting facilities here at Senior.
On overcast days there is no illumination
at all on the treacherous steps of the Main
and Science buildings. Some day somebody
may be hurt.
The problem could be greatly improved
with higher wattage bulbs in the existing
electrical outlets and by providing more of
the necessary outlets.
A Short Epistle . . .
There has recently been a considerable
amount of criticism arising over the system
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
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 Henry Ferrell
Associate Editor Steve Leonard
Feature Editor Janet Frederick
Sports Editor Dick Ledbetter
Girls* Sports Editors
Lois Pond, Barbara Barrier
Exchange Editor Mary Lee’ Wells
Business Manager Beverly Shoff
Circulation Manager Bill Whedbee
Art Editor Bobby Gladwell
Photographer Andrew McGlamery
Proofreaders Patsy Eways, Ann Fullton
Make-up Editor Martha Moore
Reporters. .. .Anne Fordham, Marion Osborne,
Jane Pike, Grey Egerton, Gay Willamson,
Joyce Strother.
Adviser Sam J .Underwood
Art Adviser Mrs. Grace Faver
Financiol Adviser Mr. A. P. Routh
The price of an education comes high
nowadays, and the irony of it is that it is
supposedly “free.” Costs of everything have
risen to unprecendented hieght and maybe
it is right that we should be charged
$150.00 to $200.00 per year for a secondary
school education. But we’re still told that
it is “free.”
Th cost of this and that amounts to a
sum both preposterous and magnificent. It
is necessary that a school needs a dollar
and a half for this science course and fifty
cents for that subscription.
The high taxes that parents pay can not
be stretched to cover this enormous price
of higher education, and as a result the
student is called upon to support this load
. . . Pencils cost . . . Books cost . . . Fees
. . . cost . . . Even sports cost. . . These ex-
pensises go somewhere, and it would be
interesting to see a public statement of the
school’s financial status so interested people
could make a comparative analysis of hog
Ms tax money is spent.
But really, all we want is for the people
that claim “Free Education” to admit edu
cation is free provided you can afford it.. .
utilized to register the honor roll
students at the end of last semester.
A new system was inaugurated
which we trust will shortly be re
pealed or greatly amended. This
new system was contrived with the
hope that the signing up of the in
telligentsia would be considerably
speedy. But alas! Several of the
major registrar’s positions became
severe stopgaps and thus the entire
system was thrown into bedlam
The largest and most troublesome
spot was that occupied by the reg
istrar of the Language Department.
There, and also in the signing up of
the English-hungry students, was a
major amount of noise and con
fusion and a minor amount of reg
istering. Perhaps the only bit of
sunshine on the cloudy scheme was
the surprising warmth of the audi
torium, where the waiting scholars
sat while the more fortunate ones
whose names began with “A” or
“Z” were sent scurrying to the
thronging mass in the Cafeteria
Building.
IT WAS CONFOOZIN’ BUT CER
TAINLY NOT AMOOZIN’.
Man or ... ?
I would rather be a mouse than a
man. It would not have to be an ex
tremely large or small or handsome
mouse; just any little, old rat will
do. A little, unpretentious mouse
can do in seconds what movie heroes
and males in general have been try
ing to do for centuries. Mice are ex
tremely peaceful beings. No law
has ever been passed to conscript
young, eighteen-year-old mice for
warfare against cats or any other
aggressor. No mouse has even ap
plied for a patent for an atomic
mousetrap or any device to destroy
their feUow members of “mouse-
dom.” There are gray mice and
white mice and brown nuce, but
there are certainly no red mice. And
mink coats are unheard of where
mice congregate, even in Washing
ton. With the world as it is today,
it is a lucky one who can honestly
answer the ageless question with:
“Me? Why I’m a mouse.”
Dave Wright
Thanks!
As High Life enters its second
semester of the school year, we of
the staff want to express our ap
preciation to all those at GHS who
have made the distribution of the
paper possible. To the administra
tion, we say “Thanks.” To the co
operative members of the faculty we
say, “We wish there were more
teachers like you.”
Your Opinion
By GREY EGERTON
The Opinion Column this week is as
usual on a very touchy subject. The
topic happens to be the parking lot j
have heard more different ideas on what
to do about this problem child than there
are sands on the beach. Everybody wants
to get into the act. Here are a fe*
who did.
Shucks & Nubbins
Well, here we are in the romantic
month of February. Let’s see what
dangerous tidbits have been uncovered
since last we met.
Tommy Fesperman has the worst time
keeping up with his new girl friend. Just
because she’s not home when he calls,,
does he let that stop him? Definitely
not. More power to you, Tommy.
Have you seen Freddie Rouse with
her new rear-view mirror recently? (This
one I don’t understand.)
The members of the G.W.I. club are the
proud possessors of brand new club pins!
You’re bound to have seen at least ten
or twenty every day for the past few
weeks. Just a note to the boys, they are
NOT fraternity pins. This statement was
made upon request of the girls of the
club.
A certain young man named Jack re
cently moved here from Georgia. He’s
in homeroom 200 (Please pardon this
plug for the old Alma Mata.) You might
just happen to stroll by sometime, girls.
There’s music in the air. If you don’t
believe it just ask Nancy Haithcock what
she’s been serenaded about recently. La-
da-de-DE.
The Journalism class was honored
the other day by a visit from none other
than the notorious (is that the right
word?) Bob Williams.
Wanted: By Grey Egerton and Stevie
Leonard, the key to the second floor boy’s
washroom (?)
From the looks of things here at Senior,
Cupid will really have a bang-up time
this St. Valentine’s Day. Here are some
famous romances, some old, some new,
that ought to keep the postman mighty
busy:
1. Mary Lee Wells and Bill Whedbee.
2. Nancy Parker and Archie Andrews.
3. Lila A. Tice and Jimmy Tunstall.
4. Henrietta Reid and B. G. Campbell.
5. Pat Gregg and Fred Ayers.
6. Frances Waldrop and Charlie Wolfe.
7. Dottie Crews and Eddie Yost.
8. Nancy Beeson and Jim Melvin.
9. Virginia Ann Redhead and Jimmie
Armstrong.
10. Shirley Jonhanesen and Tot
Wagner.
H. Barbara Kennerly and Jere Woltz.
12. Betty Bell and Jimmy Betts.
13. Joyce Strother and John Hodgkin.
14. Janet Davis and Jack Coleman.
15. Pat Turner and Bobby Clark.
16. Patty Vaughn and Johnny Comer.
17. Jane Fryman and David Wright.
18. Anna Neese Huffine and Sonny
Bishop.
19. Martha Joyner and Tommy Steele.
20. Jane Pike and Pedab Martin.
21. Betty Metrides and Chuck Doggett.
22. Martha Jester and Benny Craven.
I think that our parking lot is a good
thing. In spite of the improvements
needed, it has its good points. Where else
in Greensboro can one find a place to
park without having to contribute to the
accursed one armed bandits.? When one’s
father accuses one of having Guilford
Battleground mud on the family car, it
would be hard to think of a better excuse
than the high school parking lot. There
is really very little difference in the com
position of Battleground mud and high
school mud. Both stick to the auto
mobile tires. This little fact has saved
the lives of many boys in the past and
probably will save many more in the fu
ture. Brother Aesop tells us that it is
not good sense to kill the goose that lays
the golden eggs, therefore, on this as
sumption, it would be very destructive
to lave the parking lot.
There is an old proverb which says,
“Every silver cloud has its black linings."
This is true in the case of the parking
lot. Although it gives the boys a good
excuse for their fathers, it is very hard
to get in and out of, due to this very
mud which befriends so many of us boys.
This is a plea to those of you who object
to the con(h.tion of the parking lot, and
have started a movement to pave it, to
cease such actions for who knows, the life
you save may be your own.
Annie Mouse.
I think the parking lot is one of the
most important parts of Greensboro
High School. In my opinion, there are
two major advantages of the parking lot,
It helps to relieve what would be a pretty
bad traffic jam every morning at about
8:30 in front of the school; also, its near
ness to the two main buildings makes
it very convenient to those who get to
school at 8:44.53 a.m.
Then there are the thrills that no
stock car race in the South can furnish.
Every day at twelve and one o’clock,
speed is the password. Two or three hun
dred students pile into about twenty cars
and are off in a cloud of dust for un
known destinations.
The parking lot is the incentive for in
vention. For instance, Gordon “Head"
Williams was so anxious to be the first
one to leave the parking lot after school
that he invented an automatic car starter
that starts his car at exactly 3:30, so
that when Gordon reaches his car at
3:30.01, it is already started and ready
to go. Boys, you might as well give up
trying to beat him, for with this little
. gadget, he can’t lose.
Another inventor, Frank Grove, has
come up with automatic oars that row
his Cadillac through the deepest pud
dles.
Should we repair the parking lot by
filling up the holes and mud-holes? I
say, no. Necessity is the mother of in
vention. Why, then, kill off the incentive
to invent new and better things by de
stroying the need for them?
Bain Alexander.
I have had very little experience in the
doings of our parking lot, but that was
enough! As I approached two trees, they
seemed to move closer together, untih
by the time I reached them, I noul
hardly squeeze the car through. By sheer
luck, and not by my own good driving'
I finally maneuvered the car through the
seemingly impassable space, and heade
toward the yet-distant road. But, alas,
I forgot that irrigation ditch that was so
conveniently located right in my
We pulled the eai; out of the ditch, an
started across the swamp for the
behind the school. I finally reached the
intersection at Westover Terrace aud
waited patiently for the other cars u
zoom by so I could pull out.
I think it would be very nice if soms
civic-minded group woud fill in the holos
and remove a few trees from our par^'
ing lot. Rose Waynic^