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High Life
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Incipimus Novam Vitam
These things you shall remember, Senior: WAY
You’ll remember the weather that gave
the red brick buildings their personalities
on various months of the year—The winds
that whipped over the brown grass of the
lawn in December, or the cold between
the science building and the main in Feb
ruary, or the wetness in March under the
walkways, always wetter than the rain
outside—The fall and the spring—The oc
casional snows and the boring rains of
winter that splashed all over you when you
ran for the buses or the car in the parking
lot—The cold football games and the rainy
basketball ones.
Scenes and sounds will come back, too
—The endless noise and confusion of
changing classes, or the loud silence, of the
auditorium after assembly—The band
playing the Alma Mater and the National
Anthem before the football games—The
scratch of tires in the parking lot at sec
ond lunch period and three-thirty—You’ll
remember the fellow driving the lawn
mower past your first period class in the
spring, or the hundreds of black boards
erased by your particular teachers, or the
Latin test paper with a 69—Other things,
too—The dances at the Youth Center, the
gossip at club meetings, or the May Queen.
You’ll remember people—Whenever
you go to a basketball game you’ll recall
Larry’s funny hookshot, or you will see
Sammy in your mind’s eye, grabbing the
ball and going for two points, . . . the sea
of faces in the auditorium when you were
in that play or sang with the choir, or the
bus driver taking your fare after school,
or how funny it was to see a sophomore
opening a locker—You’ll get a thrill when
you remember the standing ovation that
Lane and Bob received when they stepped
down as 'Veep and President, or Brandon
waiting at three-thirty with the orange
buses to take you home—You’ll remember
Coach sending you in at that third quarter
in the Charlotte game with instructions
to Bill, or the teacher who gave you a
warning report.
You’ll remember special people, too—
The trees in the front lawn will help you
recall that fifteen or twenty minutes of the
lunch period when you and that someone
walked through them, and you can never
forget the funny hat Mr. Hazleman had
on at the Thanksgiving game, or the or
chids that wonderful boy sent you for the
Les Soeurs dance, or that girl that caused
you to break up, and that blonde boy in
study hall whose name you never did know.
Then you’ll remember other little things
and big things—The chapel programs, the
dull ones and the interesting ones, the side
walks and the paths, or the running for
the bus at one o’clock if you were a D. 0.
or D. E. student, and how good a shower
felt after a basketball game, or the way
st)ikes sound on a cement floor after
baseball practice. You will recall the but
terflies—the math ones and the language
ones, and the way they affected you on
test days—the endless lines of sophomores,
|WOITOBIUW^
“LAST STAND”
HIGH LIFE
PublishtMl Semi-Monthly by the Students of
Greensboro Senior High School
Greensboro, N. C.
Founded by tlie Class
of 1921
ReTived 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
Btisincss Manager Beverly Shoff
Circulation Manager Bill Whedbee
Art Editor Bobby Gladwell
Photographer David Carter
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
Financial Adviser Mr. A. P. Routh
or how hot a band uniform is, or
Miss Tuttle’s glasses—and you’ll
remember the way it feels to get a
proof of the year book back, or win
a first place at the Dramatics’ fes
tival, or beat High Point, or how
far it is to the third floor, and how
short it is to the stage to get your
diploma.
You’ll remember these. Seniors,
and much more, and how you could
feel yourself maturing—gradually
—You will remember, but don’t re
live, for if you do, you’ll never see
the future’s bright sunrise, or hear
opportunity ringing your doorbell.
You’re through with high school,
but don’t be through living. You’ll
keep old friends and memories, but
you’ll find new ones—Yes, you’ll
remember, Senior, but still look
ahead and keep on growing up.
H. C. F.
Ave Atque Vale
This issue of High Life marks
the last one of the school year of
1951-1952. When it reaches your
hands the High Life as you knew
it will be no more. A new staff will
have been chosen and even a new
advisor. (Mr. Sam Underwood will
not return next school year). So
the whole fabric of High Life will
be new next year.
Last fall the present staff was as
raw and inexperienced as the pro
verbial sophomore. But, through
patience from our advisor and you,
we strove to make it a paper rep
resenting YOU, the student body—
for 'the High Life is a student
publication. We have learned how
to make each “next issue” better.
High Life had no stated editorial
policy, for we believed (and still
do) that a paper of the type High
Life tries to be should be flexible
and open to all sides of a question.
We have made some people
mad—we have made some people
smile. If a newspaper is to have a
personality, it is bound to arouse
somebody’s ire. For if everyone
was pleased, there would be no
need for it.
High Life has been outspoken in
several “hot” questions here at
school. We made a stand and stood
by it, and in doing so we tried to
represent the mafority of public
opinion most of the time. But
sometimes we took the minority’s
side too, believing that it should
have a voice also.
But any way you look at it, we
of the High Life staff had fun and
learned not only journalism, but
the make-up of our fellow students,
and we thank you for letting us
have it in our care this past year.
What / Want from
High School
All I ask of my high-school educa
tion is to give me an understanding of
life as it is today, and to teach me
the basic things that I will need in
order to be a success in whatever walk
of life my future takes me. I want to
be able to read and know what I’m
reading about, talk and know what I’m
talking about, live and know why I’m
living! I want to understand what our
GOSSIP
The following information was com
piled from a poll taken from a few
members of the Senior class. The ques
tion asked was “What I will enjoy leav
ing behind the most when I graduate
from G.H.S.,, Here are the various re
plies;
Patsy Eanes: The Sophomores.
Barbara Beavers: Those Monday tests.
Billy Rhodes: English classes and
giggling lasses.
Dick Ledbetter; Homework!
Bill Whedbee; Strawberries and
bruises.
Mary Lee Wells: The cornet section.
Gay Williamson: My stupidity!
Henry Ferrell: High Life.
Steve Leonard: “I only hope that
I shall leave.”
Joyce Strother. Everything about the
place!
Emily Sowerby: “Orationes Ciceronis.”
Dottie Dillard: Cicero!
Valerie Yow: The school.
Christine Hill: “Teenie.”
Shay Harris: Her math books.
Nancy Haithcock: Mr. Luttrell’s lab
checks.
Kay Latta and Freddie Rouse: Their
maiden names.
Peggy Lamb: Fourth period English
with Miss Tuttle’s “nest of robins.”
Harvey Smith: My peroxided hair.
Janet Davis: Mr. Luttfell’s tube of
Unquentine.
Franklin Davis: Mr. Frederickson and
History.
Oakley Frosy: Sam J.’s pop tests,
Sam J.’s weekly themes, and Sam J.
Gene Frederick: That certain area on
the south end of the second floor of
the main building.
Grey Egerton: Posts in the parking
lot.
Archie Andrews: Solid Geometry
class—if I pass.
Moody Burt; Broken Physics equip
ment.
Bennie Craven: Women!
Elizabeth Sparger; Chemistry.
Bill Jackson: Leaves the school to
burn down.
Gene Douglas; The “Y” swimming
pool.
Sara Ann Hickerson: College algebra.
De Armon Hunter: 34’s on Physics
tests.
Carolyn Welch: Peanut butter and
raisin sandwiches.
Tommy Fesperman: Leaves that in
dustrious, hardworking, traffic squad.
country stands for and how to keep
it that way.
I know my high-school career won’t
feed, clothe, and house me when I
graduate. But I would like it to help
me keep away from the evils of our
land such as crime, poverty, and in
security. I’m not asking it to work
miracles for me—I’m just asking it to
give me the power to attain a clean,
happy, and enjoyable life.
I want my education also to give me
the power of enjoying the cultures of
our land. I want to be able to appreciate
our great novelists, playwrights, and
poets of the past and present.
Last, but not least, I want my educa
tion to help me live as a good American
should live in this great country of
ours—in a friendly, helpful, and intelli
gent way.
Robert Dobrowolski
Nashua, N. H.
Your Opinion
By * BABS*^ BARRIER
At last the time has come for the
Seniors to receive their diplomas. Some
of the underclassmen can’t possibly
understand how the school will carry
on without them; they are wondering
what about Seniors they will miss most
Here is what some of them have to say
I think I will ‘miss most of all the
wonderful experience that I have had
as being a member of the choir. Of
course, anything you do is going to take
some time especially homework; but
I will never regret the many hours
I spent trying to learn the music for
The State Festival. And will never for
get that wonderful man—Dr. Lara
Hoggard. Yes, I will miss the teachers
who have been so patient and under
standing with my problems and trou
bles. Just take all of the advice they
can give you.
I will just miss everything about
G. H. S.
Janice Aydelette
The thought of leaving Senior is one
that I have been trying to avoid for a
long time. Now, with graduation so
near, I feel that even though Fm leav
ing, I’ll take with me memories that
can never be erased from my mind.
I’ll miss the long registration lines
and the confusion at the beginning of
each semester, the new sophomore faces
that wonder through the halls every fall,
the football games and the open houses
afterwards, the wonderful assembly pro
grams each Tuesday, and even the un
forgettable homework and daily tests
that are piled so unmercifully on seniors.
But most of all, I hate to think of my
work on the annual being completely
over. Through pictures and copy I have
grown to really know Senior. Each of
the activities has held a special meaning.
The association with all the wonderful
people and the knowledge and exper
ience that I’ve gained is something that
I will always remember as the high
light of my Senior High days.
Betty Jane Davis
After three short (very, very short)
years, I am faced with the ordeal of
Graduation. There are points which
make it hard to leave, but they are
narrowly outnumbered by the opposi
tion. I shall miss many of the good times
I have had here.
I will especially miss High School
Athletics. The football practices, with
all the griping; sweating; and wonder
ing why you ever went out anyway; the
out-of-town trips with the singing, jok
ing, and talking; the games, knowing
the school is backing you; all will remain
a fond memory.
Most of all, I will miss standing around
shooting the breeze with generally
everybody about politics, life, war, and
Interstellar space.
I will miss the period between 8:45
and 9:00 when most of my homework
was feverishly done (as is just about
everyone’s); the weird discussions the
class has had in Journalism. I will miss
getting the “Annual,” assemblies, our
dear lockers, and the many little things
that have made my High School years
so wonderfully awful.
“Sick” Ledbetter
What will I miss about this school?
There are so many things about Senior
that make it more than a factory for
learning things from books. I shall miss
the relaxing break in Tuesday routine—
our entertaining assembly programs. I
shall miss the friendly “Helios” as I
walk down the halls. There are things
I shall miss in a different way—P^P
tests and coming to school on Monday
mornings. Life will seem strange with
out having to study frantically at home
room period. Most of all, I shall miss
something known by everyone here—
our school spirit. The “We’re with
win or lose” spirit that prevails at Senior
will always be remembered as one
the bright spots of my school career.
I will be very glad to receive my
ploma, and I am looking forward
college life. However, when September
comes, I think I would like the oppor
tunity to relive my high school years-
Barbara Beavers