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Page Two High Life December 17,1954 et and preserve the history of our r school. H old individuals together under high standards. S eparate the worthwhile from the worthless and promote the highest interest of stu dents, teachers, and school. Are Tou Ready? Rush, rush, hurry, hurry, hustle, hustle— buy the tree, get the presents, make the Christmas cookies and candies. Habitually one frantically greets his friends these days with the hurried inquiry of “Are you ready for Christmas?” You may have bought ev erything, made everything, done every thing, and answer compiacently, “Yes, I’m ready.” But are you? Are you ready for the real Christmas? Have you prepared yourself for the realization of the significance of De cember 25? Its meaning should be some thing you don’t have to prepare for, but have all the time. It is a spirit of “peace on earth, good will toward man” not connected with tinsel, glitter, or the commercialized Xmas. This Xmas is just another part of these hurried, space saving days. What does the X say, represent, signify? In math it is nothing but the unknown quantity, a vague, indefinable thing. On the other hand, Christ is the whole part of Christmas, a real living spirit. Right now you may have this spirit, the one of peace and good will. You may not be “ready” on December 25, and Christmas may not be the time the Christmas spirit gets you. It might be April, July, or Septem ber. But when you do get the spirit, it can and shouid iast for 365 days out of every year. HIGH LIFE Published Semi-Monthly by the Students of Greensbvfo 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 Martha Ann Burnet Assistant Editors Lynn Cochrane Donna Oliver Biisiness Manager Mary Louise Shaw Advertising Manager — Barbara Lindley Copy Editor - Eugenia Hickerson Feature Editor - Diane Schwartz News Editor Dick Robinson Boys’ Sports Editor Jerry Father Girls’ Sports Editor Alma Ruth O’Briant Exchange Editor Mary Jane Seawell Reporters Nancy Johnson, Barbara Fjeld Virginia McKinney, Joanne Bloom, Ann Spence. Sylvia Willard, Wanda Slade, Anne Pearce, Josie Ward, Hugh Price. Adviser Miss Peggy Ann Joyner f inancial Adviser — Mr. A. P. Routh Beautiful Girls? Today the first day of May is ex actly four months and fourteen days away, a seeming eternity when mea sured in school hours. Already, however, an event which usually occurs then is being discussed and thought about—mainly the May Day . pageant which Senior High usually celebrates in a grand and glorious manner. It was brought up in a Stu dent Council meeting that perhaps the ceremony was too elaborate for the short-lived spectacie that it was; that too much money was spent on dresses, costumes, and other' equip ment; and that too much time was wasted in practice and planning for the Big Day. The alternate suggestion was made that representatives for the May Court be elected and appear in the figure at the Junior-Senior Prom, doing away with all pomp and ceremony surrounding a GHS May Day. To do away with such a time honored tradition would re quire careful thought and certainly if it came to a show down, the stu dent body should be allowed to vote and decide for themselves. In eny event, however, the May Court, Beauty Court, or what have you should be what the name im plies it to be—a group of girls elected on their physical attractive ness. Too often when the time comes to vote for members of the Court it boiis down to a popularity poll more than a beauty contest. Petty jealou sies and dislikes wili often cause the prettiest girls to be overlooked in favor of a more popular one. If the' students at Senior wish to hold a Popularity Contest, they shouid. It is silly, though, to mask such a con test under the heading of May Court. Certainly the students here want the casual observer to look at their court and think, “My, what a group of pretty girls.” He is not going to know whether the girls are popular or outstanding leaders. If the people in home rooms will look around and select the prettiest girls in their room instead of best known, those chosen could be pre sented to the student body. Here the pupils would get a chance to select the prettiest ones whether they are known or not. May 1 is stiil four months and fourteens days away but the time to start thinking about the prettiest girls is now. IN SYMPATHY On behalf of the students of Greensboro High School, we wish to express deepest sym- p,itli\ lo Miss sjr.i Mims in tlM‘ diMtli (>r her inollii r Script Tease “MERRY CHRISTMAS, JOSHUA” He was a very little newsboy as news boys go. He clutched his burden of Daily’s tightly to his thin body as he hurried down the wet street that was mushy from an old snow. The hole in his orange, knitted cap didn’t matter much because the cap came down over his ears and kept them pretty warm. He didn’t have any mittens on and the only reason his hands weren’t blue with the biting cold was that his skin was such a deep chocolate already. When the dismal, complaining wind that cried haunt Mly between the gaunt buildings tugged at his jacket, he shiv ered, and every now and then he stamp ed his feet hard to make the blood run in them again. He kept forgetting to walk on the heel of his left foot; conse quently, some of the miserable slush had found the hole in his worn shoe and had wormed its way to his sock. He seemed oblivious to the discom forts of his station, and his full lips whistled a tuneless melody as he went along. The, slim fingers of one brown hand were clenched around a precious quarter. He liked to blow short warm breaths into the icy air, for he was fascinated by tne mysterious vapor he prod : t:>l. A brightly lignted window caught his eye, fmd he sto juo>1 to gaze, his great dark eyes devouring an electric train hungrily, his pug nose pressed against the window pane leaving a moist smudge. The sonorous chimes that sounded the hour shattered his reverie, and reluct antly tearing himself from the miracle of the train, he cut down a dim alley as fast as he dared. He was no stranger to alleyways or to the cats that inhabited them. A scrawny beast was atop a gaibage can exploring the possibilities of gaining admittance to its interior. “Po Til kitty cat,” crooned the boy in his soft voice that slurred the words together. He carefully transferred the quarter to his jacket pocket, and extended his hand to smooth the mangy fur. The cat regarded him momentarily with hostile yellow eyes, leaped fro.m the top of the garbage can, and disappeared into the dimness with a flick of its mottled tail. The aroma of donuts frpm a gutter cafe tingled his nostrils as he stepped into the street again. He hesitated, fin gering the quarter. ‘Ah sho’ would like some ob dem donuts,” he said to him self. “Ah done missed mah dinnah sellin’ papahs.” he lingered a moment longer tempted and undecided. Then with a squaring of his bony shoulders, he forced himself to walk away. “Nah suh, boy,” he told himself resolutely, . “yo ain gone spen dis hyar quartah on no donuts. Yo is gone buy yo ma uh Christmas gif wif dis money. Yo ain gone blow dis hard earned money on yousef, nah suh, yo ain!” By filling his mind with visions of the gift he would buy his mother he managed to forget the hunger gnawing at his empty stomach. He turned the iast corner, and the dingy newspaper office loomed out of the murky fog. He skipped a little in elation, and his feet slid out from under him. The newspapers flew from his grasp, and when he went to retrieve them, they were wet and soggy. The man was tired and harried. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and he wanted to go home. He looked at the wet papers and frowned crossly, miss ing the imploring face lifted to his. “Well,” he said, “you’ll have to pay for them, you know. They’re ruined. I’ll let you off easy this time. A quarter ought to do it.” The harsh yellow light glared down like a judgment. The deep eyes filled, and the bottom lip quivered an ingtant before strojig white teeth . stilled it. The small hand fished the quarter out of the threadbare pocket. It clinked against the counter. The man nodded absently, and sensing dismissal, the for lorn figure turned to leave. His hand turned the doorknob. “Oh, Joshua,” said the man. He whirled, hope illuminating his thin face. “Yassah?” “Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, Joshua.” Sally Durham ■ *4.. ■ - '‘'.I! * » ' f ** /
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