March 1, 1965
A Tribute To
In the fine Whirlie tradition, the
1965 Grimsley basketball team has
won a berth in the State 4-A Play
offs for the tenth year in succes
sion. This year, the Whirlies fin
ished the season with a 12-2 Central
Conference record, which landed
them their second straight Central
4-A Championship flag. Each year
the stars of that particular season
fade away as new ones prepare to
shine as the cycle continues to ro
tate. The coach, however, never
leaves for a new alma mater. He is
a stable one. Coach Bob Jamieson
has been a Whirlie athletic coach
for thirty years. In reality, the tri
bute to the Whirlies is actually an
honor which the coach is most de
serving. Basketball, as well as foot
ball and baseball, is only a game,
but to coach Jamieson, it is much
more than just a job. May this be
one tradition that will continue as
the years bring new seasons and
For years, the Whirlies under
Coach Bob Jamieson have buiit up
a fear and terror in all its opposi
tion throughout the state. Teams
have learned to respect us with the
highest of values. Over the past ten
years, Whirlie basketball teams
have received over 160 wins, while
losing only 50. Also in the ten
tournaments, they have finished no
ess than third, eight of the ten
years. No other team can match
such a fantastic record, and it will
be many more years before anyone
can dream of it coming true.
Yes, the Whirlies have set a high,
upstanding tradition for everyone
to try to aim for. As the Whirlie
team enters this year’s State Tour
nament, they can hold their heads
high, for they know that all of
G^imsey is extremely proud of
them. Congratulations again, Coach
Bob, and all other Whirlie athletes,
for a job that was done well.
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With Grimsley*s 1800 students crowding its halls everyday^ why must
people observe those drinking water only to exaggerate the problem of
blocked halls? The parking lot congestion has been solved. Is it asking
too much to help releave the unnecessary crowds which congregate
around this facility?
Seattle-ite Faces Changes
Finds Whirlies Fascinating
By Jan Petrehn
They say “the right thing to do” is to make new students feel at
home ... I never, really realized how important that is . . . until I was
the new student. From Seattle, Washington I came—over 3,000 miles from
the Pacific Northwest to the Piedmont region of the East Coast.
One thinks of this grand ol’ United States as one big happy place
were everything runs in unison . . . which is true to a certain extent. How
ever, one usually fails to realize that here are changes that appear in a
3,000 mile span. But I did . . . only because I had the opportunity to be
come a southerner and to really experience the changes and the differences.
To be more specific ... I am seeing first hand how a northern alma
mater dffers from a southern school. And lucky you . . . you don’t have
to move an inch to start realizing those differences ’cuz you get to sit back
and chuckle with me as I remember that first horrible week . . . five be
wildering days in January.
I had read my student handbook cover to cover and was on the look
out for the “up” stairs sign as I climbed the steps to my class in 314. And
as the hords of students trampled over me going in the opposite direction,
I knew I’d found the “down” stairs, much to my dismay. AU in all, my
first day went well as I was only late in finding six of my classes (I’m never
late for lunch).
. Trying to look as much like a true Whirlie as I could, I found myself
donned in two-tone knee socks and a band aid slapped across my face in
honor of “Pulversize Page Day” or something like that.
But all along. I’d been very aware of the most noticable difference in
peope here and there ... I had the accent, not “yall.” When my tsring
teacher assigned a typing manuscript due Monday week I found myself
blundering helplessly to her desk to ask when the thing was due (as if I
hadn’t heard). Ah ha! ’Tis a week from Moinday ... so they told me.
So it went, day by day . . . the process of getting to know yall and
Realizing that a “foreigner” from the north can expect anything most in
trying to interpret the southern drawl.
■10 be perfectly honest though. Grimsley is great! Never have I gone
to a school where there seems to be a club for EVERY member of the
human race. It’s great to be able to chant the “Eeny meeny miney mo”
lyrics over a list of clubs one’s interested in.
It is interesting to note that the new fad dance in Washington—^the
jerk—is an “already established rage” here in North Carolina. And, back
in Washingon, everyone wears saddle shoes . . . the latest fad; meanwhile,
the girls have found the shoulder bag to be the greatest.
On a sadder note, I am becoming increasingly aware of this new (to
me, anyway) grading system. Six report cards a year? Horrors! I had
enough trouble preparing my folks for the shock on a quartery basis back
in Seattle ... oh, the joys of moving-
1 guess the one class 1 won’t have to worry about though, will be his
tory. Never have I seen a state or area so very alive with history . . . the
old mansions . . . the preserved battlegrounds . . . the stately courthouses
and Capitol buildings . . . it’s fascinating!!! N. C. has 175 years of history
as compared to young Washington state’s 75 years.
See . . . there are a few differences and changes a new student must
learn to accept ... as humorous as trying to find a class or as bewildering
as learning to speak Spanish with a southern drawl.
No matter how small or how grave the difference is, it is quickly
overlooked when one Realizes that kids are the same everywhere. The
friendly smile and the helping hand is far from uncommon here in Greens
boro. For this reason. I’ve already come to call it home. For this reason,
I already “feel” like a real Whirlie with a great deal of pride for Grimsley
Senior High School.
I found Journeyman Jones in a
cellar under 43rd street. Rather it
looked like a cellar. When I tripped
over a table and two bearded be
ings in the dim light, I realized
that it was some sort of leisure
establishment. It could be called a
romantic supper club, but it is not
romantic. Jones takes care of that.
It could be called a coffee house,
except there is no coffee, because
no one can look at the Journey
man for very long without some
thing stronger to drink. At any
rate, if one is fond of damp caves
or old morgues, he can relax there.
I sat down and the biggest ray you
ever saw came to take my order.
He suggested the Swiss cheese on
rye and brought it to me on an old
Lawrence Welk album-cover.
Pretty soon Journeyman Jones
got up and negotiated his way to a
rickety stool at the front of the
room. 1 couldn’t see him throuh the
dark (the iUuminating candle had
gone out from lack of oxygen) but
I heard a rough ‘off and realized
that Jones had missed the stool and
sat down on a corpulent bohemian.
After a few racous twangings, I
knew that Jones had brought his
guitar, which sounds almost as bad
as a stalactied corpus. He began;
Oh. the pops are sweeter
And the taste is new
They’re shot with sugar
Through and through
Kel-logs -su-ugar corn pops
A tse-tse fly had landed on mv
cheek so 1 slapped it with one hand.
Jones evidently thought that this
retaliation was appalause, for he
I don’t give a (wham)
About a greenback dollar.
He quit abruptly to grap a penny
which someone had thrown under
the stool. Not wishing to hear more,
I pushed a pair of holey sneakers
off the table and made my way ov
er to the Journeyman. He had
grown a one-sided mustache which
looked to have been stolen some
how. “Journeyman,” 1 said, “What
are you doing here?”
“It is my life’s work,” he replied.
“Yes, man, I am an artist. My uncle,
you know, cleaned up at Carnegie
Hall, and I want to be just like
“He was the janitor,” I said, and
out of the comer of my eye I saw
a monstrous furry form. It was the
headwaiter bringing some choco
late ice cream on a garbagecan lid.
My dessert, 1 suppose. It was time
A Hole Of
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