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Whirlies, Whims, & Whispers
WANDERING WHIRLIE: No more
Sophs have drowned in Okeefenokee
swamp, but there have been a few who
got stuuck in the Grove gravel . . ,
Looking back to the Greensboro-Fayette-
ville football game and the Whiriie-
Bulldog game in the State 4-A Basket
ball Semi-finals last spring, one can
safely say Coach Jamieson’s half-time
pep talks beat the Easterners every
time . . . Just because we’re an old
school shouldn’t make everyone feel
that they have to come over here and
paint us up . . .One soph overheard:
“I’ve had my picture taken everyday
for two weeks. Maybe I should hold a
press conference” . . . When certain
fair maidens wearing “Christmasy”
hosiery pass an illustrious traffic squad,
one noble cop always omits an “UM-
gawah” . . . How did we get from the
Purple Whirls to the Whirliebird? (Per
haps we couldn’t find a mascot when
we were Purple Whirls!)
GRIT FROM GEORGE GRIMSLEY’S
GROTTS: Add things that ought to get
together: Smith, Page and the Mets
. . . G.G., as untruthful as ever, says
he saw in his Crystal ball that Page
isn’t afraid to play us ... A poem:
There was a cute little Pirate ship
on the sea.
Until on a stormy day it met up
with a Western Whirlie
Who with little effort handed it a
right-socker
And now that pirate ship rests in
Davey Jone’s locker.
AT THE PARKING LOT: Families:
people who go out to lunch even when
it’s hurricaning . . . Sorta lonesome
out here without those cows we had
before this was converted from a pas
ture to a parking lot . . . That must be
a soph fresh out of a Driver’s Training;
she’s been at the exit looking to left
and right for five-minutes . . . There
goes that car again; They’re riding the
waves at 45 mph. Bet there’s not a lot
in town that’s as much fun as this one.
THINGS I REMEMBER ABOUT BE
ING A SOPH: Failing Driver’s Training
thrice.
LOST AND FOUND: “Instead of
Open House after the Page game, why
not have a roller skating party on our
new parking lot.” WONDERING LIT
TLE BOY BLUE: Dear me! Where
could I have been when they passed
that law? The one requiring the traffic
squad to take Junior Life Saving. Oh,
yeah . . It must have been while I was
at the Conventioin to Make Wading
Pools on the sidewalk between the
Main and Science Buildings.
HERE’S HOPING: The Whirlies over
come the Devil November 13.
HIGH LIFE
Published Semi-Monthly by the Students
of Grimsley Senior High School
Greensboro, N. C.
flNTEpJ*Tl'ONro
Founded by the
aass of 1921
Revived by the
Spring Journalism
Class of 1937
Second Class Postage Paid
Greensboro, N. C.
Editor-in-Chief
Managing Editor
Jane Turpin
John Giles
Business Manager Ann McSwain
Advertising Manager .... Diane Robertson
News Editor Fran Upchurch
Feature Editor Sue Billman
Sports Editor Paula Main
Photographer - Ralph Beaver
Cartoonist ....- Kitty Keesee
Exchange Editor Judy Lavine
High Life
November 9, 1964
It may seem like utter disregard for the traditional records of GHS
to make these coming facts public, but much more than reputation is at
stake. We are being confronted with a disgusting problem that needs some
answer. This problem is simply that a large number of our books from
the library are being stolen and have been stolen by our students.
Book theft, by all means, is not uncommon in public school libraries.
These “sticky finger” thieves are present in elementary school, junior
high, high school, and perhaps even college. All libraries have to deal
with this problem.
If this kind of activity on any level can be referred to as being normal,
then this high school’s problem is by all means abnormal. Somewhere
around three per cent of all the volumes on the shelves fall victim to
this neaky culprit. (Note; the library contains 10,000 volumes and aver
ages about 300 lost each year)
What is so alarming is that this figure does not decrease in size, but
it increases. However, culprit, beware! This damage is not necessaril/
done to the individual or to the school. We, the student body are the
ones who suffer and most of us will do all we can to see that you are pun
ished. Books stolen will be replaced with the annual income granted to
the library each year, but we cannot expand our volumes if we have to
continually keep replacing books that are lost or stolen. It can also be
said that many books that are lost are not replacable. This is because they
are out of print.
Culprit, take another beware! Colleges have been reported to have said
that they will not tolerate such losses. As a result, they have developed
a plan which makes browsing impossible. In some colleges, every book
checked from the library must be called for individually and obtained
from the shelves by staff workers. So culprit, if you haven’t been caught
yet, you will be if you don’t change your disgusting habit. If the crime
rate rises, it might be an idea for the GHS library to adopt this. But do
we actually want to abide by such a rule of this type? Of course not, but
we all will unless this malicious stealing stops.
So, culprit, sticky fingers, or whatever you wish to be called, get with
it and become wise. Have you ever listened to the yell, “Cheer up Pieruts,
the worst is yet to come?” Well, remember that everytime you enter the
library. Only replace the word PIERUT with YOURSELF. If you don’t
think then, chances are you probably never will.
Just Plain Dirt
There was once a time when Grimsley students could look out across
an expanse of dull, brown dirt (or deep, oozing mud when it happened
to rain) included within the triangle between the Main building, the Home
Economics building, and the Science building. Then, within the matter of
a few months, what appeared to the beholder’s disbelieving eye but a patch
of green-growing stuff struggling to take its place in the world. Gone!
Gone was the desert land which had been so much a tradition of GHS. Gone
were the sand storms which sporalled to the sky with every gust of March
wind! Gone were the fox holes which sent careless victims sprawling across
the ground! (Et tu Brute!)
It was Grass that had done this terrible deed; Grass had ruined dear
old Alma Mater’s image. Ah, but did you think that the Grass Hater’s of
America would stand back and watch such a catastrophe befall their be
loved abode? A committee was formed and went right to work to alleviate
the problem. Students took every chance to travel across the roped-off
area. Involved in what appeared to be a wild pagan dance, they literally
stamped out every blade of grass with their navy-blue Weejuns. Another
force of the GHA stood along the sidewalk bordering the newly-planted
area inhaling smoke from assorted cigarettes, cigars, and tipparellos, and
blowing the fumes out over the grass attempting to smother them. Then
they threw their burning matches on the grass in an effort to bum them
out.
The deed is almost finished. The little green blades are dying one by
one. If the GHA continues its good work, the area will be reduced again
to its natural state-dirt, just plain dirt.
LETTERS
TO THE
EDITOR
Dear Editor,
To begin with, we would like to com
pliment you on your original and ar
tistic presentation of this year’s su
perlatives. We think that the seniors
made intelligent choices for these hon
ored positions.
But really—does it seem fair? There
are so many students worthy of titles
who were left out. This certainly isn’t
in agreement with Senior’s highly dem
ocratic spirit. But what solution is there
for this disdainful dilema?
Perhaps we should rreate new superl
atives to fill this awful vacancy. But
wait—you say. Where can we ever get
new ideas? Well, by looking at life
around us, Martha and I have come up
with a list of New Superlatives. (We’ll
let you supply the names!)
Most likely to eat in the cafeteria.
Most likely to twist at a “sock-hop”.
Most likely to go to a “sock-hop”, pe
riod.
Most likely to get kicked out of school.
Most likely to wear red and white on
the day of the Page game.
Most likely to ask what the assignment
is at the end of the class when the
teacher has forgotten to give one.
Most likely to actually pay any atten
tion to the “up” and “down” signs.
Most likely to work in the clinic be
cause they want to be a nurse.
Most likely to be a 5 year man.
Most likely to lose their licence before
they’re 21.
Most likely to never get their license
at all.
Most likely to wear a topless bathing
suit.
Biggest ears
Most likely to be secretly married.
Most likely not to be secretly married.
Most likely to wear mittens to school.
Most likely to park in the right parking
space.
Most likely to be a failure.
Crookedess nose
Biggest charm bracelet
Most likely to eat dill pickles with a
fork.
Most likely to watch L. Welk.
Most likely to remember how to do the
Bunny Hop.
Most likely to take family life and not
really need the credits.
Runniest nose
Most fake villager sweaters
Coolest colored motorcycle
Most likely to be seen at Q-Ball every
Friday night.
Most likely to be seen at Q-Ball every
Monday-Friday morning.
Most likely to prefer the Beatles over
Johnny Mathis.
Most likely to know the plot of the
last Drive-In movie they saw.
Most likely to watch SKY KING.
Most likely to chew BAZOOKA when
they could get SWELL.
Most likely to waste their time reading
this dumb letter.
Sincerely,
' Mary Lelle Smith >
Martha Smith
Dear Junior Class,
In a few days the Junior Class play
will show the results of many weeks
efforts on the part of Grimsley's
eleventh-graders.
From what I have heard that it will
be one of the best ever to be put on.
Since I am a Junior I feel proud
that so much enthusiasm has been
shown by our Junior Class officers, the
cast, and all of the committees. It is
up to the rest of us Juniors to keep
on gaining support and selling tickets
right up to the last minute before cur
tain time.
A Junior,
Charleen Pjron