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High Life
February 27, 1953
^et and preserve the history of our
r school.
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old individuals together under
high standards.
'Separate the worthwhile from
^ the worthless and promote
the highest interest of stu
dents, teachers, and school.
Oscar the A uto blows his top
and he’s not a convertible!
Oscar the auto has lost faith in the whole
human race.
Oh, not that he doesn’t worship his owner
and master, Teenage Tom—quite the con
trary! Why, Oscar the auto had rather carry
Tom over the muddy streets of his town
than to drink gasoline when his tank is
empty. Or he’d gladly climb a steep hill in
low if only Tom would bid him so. Oh, Os
car loves Tom, the considerate young man
who gives him a home in his garage and
new spark plugs at regular intervals and
weekly loving pats with the car wax. No,
Oscar still races his motor for Tom, but he
is disappointed in the change in Tom’s at
titude.
It all happened this way: Oscar was nap
ping contently in the shade of a pine tree in
the parking lot when a clanging bell dis
turbed his slumber. He opened one bright
headlight and happily perked up when he
saw Tom’s gang racing toward him, with
Tom in the lead. As usual, the boys were
going to eat lunch in, on, or around Oscar,
and he didn’t mind at all. Bracing himself,
he waited for the lunch period to end. He
was so engrossed in a conversation about
Tom’s cousin’s girlfriend’s boyfriend that
he was startled by the lunch bell again. Ap
parently the boys weren’t expecting it
either, so they threw down their bottles,
left-over sandwiches, and papers, and
rushed into the building.
Now Oscar noticed the debris which lay
before him, and he was shocked that Tom
would leave him in such a degrading en
vironment. Then he was amazed that so few
boys could leave such a big mess. Next he
was apalled at the bits of broken glass which
lay threateningly near his already-patched
tires. Later he shuddered to think of the
thoughtlessness—no, the carelessness—no,
the NERVE of those young whippersnappers
to clutter up his own front yard with such
trash! Why, no one ever heard of an auto
bile leaving his worn-out inner-tubes or
shredded seat covers for someone else to
throw away.
When Tom came back and urged Oscar to
scratch off toward home, Oscar longed to
reprimand him for his misdemeanor, but
Tom wouldn’t listen. He only heard the
long, sickening hiss of air that determinedly
gushed from Oscar’s back tire. He only saw
a deep gash in the tire made by a long sliver
of glass. He could only think of the money
he didn’t have to replace Oscar’s tire and
of the blankety-blank jerk who left a broken
milk bottle in the parking lot.
Now Oscar sits in Tom’s garage, down
cast and lopsided, as he tries to restore his
belief in that creature called Man.
HIGH LIFE
Publishwi Semi-Monthly by tl»e Students of
Greensboro Senior Hiffh School
Greimsboro, N. C.
Founded by the Class
TOSfel 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 Martha Moore
Associate Editor Martha Jester
Feature Editors Joan Osborne
Lois Duncan
Sports Editors Fred Marshall
Don Williamson
Giris' Sports Editors ...... Joanne Gourley
Cordelia Goodnight
Exchange Editor Patsy Eways
Business Manager Fullam Cashion
Circulation Manager Patsy Eways
Art Editor Fran Hosley
Photographer . David Carter
Proofreaders Jane Eager, Barbara Still
Make-Up Editor Marilyn Neerman
Reporters Dick Frank, Don Morrison
Alfred Williams, Dan Haley
Adviser Miss Paula R. Abernethy
Finaneial Adviser Mr. A. P. Routh
A garbage dump or a parking lot?
Merci Beaucoup Carter s Corner
High Life wishes to thank;
The Student Council for placing the
suggestion box in the main hall.
The School maintenance department
for filling in the holes in the parking
lot.
Mr. Johnson for adding a note of mod
ern sophistication to the school sta
tionery.
Miss Moore for taking time out of her
busy schedule to average Torchlight
grades.
Les Freres for sponsoring a much-
Les Fleres for sponsoring a much-
needed and inspiring Better Lan
guage Week.
Miss Herring’s patience with senior
term paper authors.
The student body for behaving like
adults at an assembly program.
An Unfinished Chapter
They told us it would be like this.
Yes, they warned us that in the
middle of a bleak winter we would
wake with a start to realize that
our high school lives were almost
over. They reminded us of the
responsibilities that would fall upon
our proud shoulders as seniors of
GHS. They even whispered that we
would enjoy this last year more
than any of the other twelve short
months of our very short lives. Re
member? They told us all this and
more. “The time will come when
. . .’’ This we’ve heard.
But when they told us what would
happen, they forgot to tell us how
to act. Mother forgot to tell us
what to say when a boy tried for a
goodnight kiss on that first blind
date. Pop neglected to let us in on
the secret of refusing a drink or
a smoke without losing face and
favor. That sophomore home-room
teacher stopped her fascinating pre
dictions of high school glory before
she told us how to keep our heads
above water and how to become a
part of GHS. Last year’s senior did
not tell us how to act when Mr.
Routh gives us that grave hand
shake and that precious bit of paper
which stands for tears, laughs,
heartaches, and honors that he did
predict. No, they forgot to tell us
what to do, or feel, or think. And
bless them, they’ve left at the end
of each picture of what is to be the
sweet mystery of what we will do,
just as they made our first baby
clothes, with room to grow. They’ve
whetted our appetites and minds
and imaginations with an intriguing
foretaste of the future, and they’ve
placed before us the courage, the
understanding, and what more im
portant, the beautiful example of
how to face the minor and major
arcs of life’s never - ending, ever-
glorious circle. But—
They didn’t tell us what to do.
Now for some food. Food — gotta
have food! Five hot dogs, pease. Wait
your turn, buddy. Ouch! Get off my
feet, MARION HOLLY. Quit pushing!
Gimme a iimeade. Why, BOB LYON!
Fancy meeting you down there. Hey,
take your toot ofta muh hand. Don’t
push, bub. Gimme a coke — look out
somebody’s on fire — and a pack uh —
pay up, sister — scuse me — didn’t mean
ta spill milk shake down your back —
hey — who put chewing gum in my hair
— ohhhhhhh! I shoulda stayed in bed.
Ahhhhh, at last, I’ve got my cold
clammy dog and a cuppa ice with some
syrup in it. Now where can I sit down?
Boy! Ah I in luck! There’s an empty
booth. Two broken toes and three short
thundering stampedes later, I find my
self wedged in a booth. Ahhhh—nothing
like a soggy ol’ dog to “humor” the
appetite. Getcha elbow outta muh eye—.
Wonder what I’m sittin’ on — Why, PAT
JOYCE! I didn’t know you cared
Gee, but this weiner is small. Better eat
it while t can — “Ouch! Help! Lemme
out!” hollers some simple sophomore.
“What’s the matter with him?” I asked
MARY HENRIE ARTHUR. “Oh, I think
somebody bit his finger,” she said. Hey
— where’s muh dog? Why who’s this
beside me? Goodness — it’s NANCY
HOCKETT! She seems to be in a trance
as usual. What’s she mumbling ’bout
this time? Hmmmmm — Something ’bout
Your Opinion
by Duncan ^n* Osborne
After the bitter conflict of another
election has somewhat subsided do
you think the vote should be ’ ex
tended to 18-year-olds?
I am already “draft age, and in my
opinion I should be voting age.” If you’re
old enough to fight, I believe that you
should be old enough to vote. I feel
sure that we of high school age know
more, or just as much, about the affairs,
of the world than some of our parents
Jini Tunstall.
Although fellows are eligible for draft
at 18, little effort is required to register
If the voting age were lowered, most
folks would find neither the time nor
have enough interest to study each can
didate’s qualifications.
Larry Emerson
I think the voting age should be low
ered from 21 to 18. At 18, one’s country
calls on you f^or many services. This^
of course, requires adult thinking
and reasoning — doesn’t voting?
Barbara Rosser
By David Carter
Gossip. That means you too, TATE
PICKETT. But please be careful. Don’t
over exert yourself!
I’ve mentioned lunchtime several
times before, but it’s still a “highly
sensitized” topic of discussion. Agreed?
Well, anyway, after being knocked out
of class, dragged down the stairs, and
thrown out in the parking lot, I finally
gather my senses together. Now where
is some simple soul other than GEORGE
EGERTON who is willing to pile about
fifteen people in his car? Ahhhhhh —
there’s a crowd over there. Looks like
they’re getting in somebody’s carl May
be I can pile in too. I still don’t see the
cad, but I do see JACK KING, DAVID
LAMBETH, BETTY CARSON, JULIA
ANN HOLLOWELL, GLORIA GIL
MORE, CAROLYN BOONE, BURDETT
SHOPS, EDDIE FITCHETT, MIRANDA
GODWIN, FRAN HOSLEY, GLORIA
McQUEEN, BOB PEARLMAN, BAR
BARA KENNERLY, SUSIE CHAMBLEE,
getting in something. Ohhhh — there’s
the car. Oh-oh. It’s JIM BYNUM’S Aus
tin. After stuffing JACK in the trunk,
I finally managed to squeeze in through
the trap door in the top. And we’re off!!
Two stripped gears, one broken window,
three springs, one axle, 22 lost books,
and a half tank of gas later, we arrive
at the top of the hill. Now comes the
problem of unloading. Easily solved!
Just open the -doors. They’ll fal out!
Whupps — don’t forget JACK in the
trunk.
I don’t think so, because I know a.
number of young men who-are able to
fight for their country but don’t know
enough about the government to vote
on it.
Chuck Doggett
Yes, it should be lowered. If a boy is.
old enough to give his life for his coun
try, he’s old enough to vote.
Tot Wagner
I do not think that the voting age
should be lowered because a person of
18 is not mature and can be easily in
fluenced by older people. A person of
21 can better understand the political
situation.
Charles Highfill
If the young people of the United
States are old enough to _^protect their
country on foreign fronts, they should
certainly have a voice in their govern
ment at home.
Jay Royal
It should be lowered because we are
better qualified to vote at 18 than our
parents were at 21.
Virginia Williams
With the advanced educational pro
grams in the public schools, the people
18 years of age are mentally prepared
and ready to make an intelligent decision
as to their country’s leaders.
Bob Beall
As a whole, the 18 year olds of today
are much more mature than those of 15
years ago, and they take much more
interest in the government.
Betty Martin
Eighteen-year-olds have the right to
bear arms ,to fight, and to die for the
United States; therefore, they should
have the right to vote.
John Sauvajot
Most 18-year-olds are keenly inter
ested in and aware of our country’s
elections. If the privilege of voting were
given to them, this interest would be
kept alive.
Maxine Wells
I think we should be allowed to vote;
if we vote intelligently, not emotionally*
Bill Ellis
RICK. Hey, where’s muh coke? S'cuse
me. ANN FULLTON, but would you
mind standin’ up a minute? Oh-ho!
There it is. ANN, you shouldn’t sit on
other people's cokes. Ahhhhh — I
better, now that I’ve had sumpthin’ to
eat. Carry me back to school, JAMES.
Well, maybe it’s not all that bad, but
it’s rough, I clue you.
See ya’ later.