Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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♦■HI Vhe REFLECTOR Vale Years pass. The time has come at last To lay aside our youthful task, To leave behind these memoried walls, To answer now to newer calls. Lessons learned, and friendships firm The years to come shall truly test; But bound in loyalty our hearts Still pledge to our ideals their best. Beginnings made within these halls Foundations are for years to be, Ours now to make and shape alone The vision we so clearly see. Emma Griffin. 17

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James Edgar Webb + REf L A pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck.” Torchlight Society ' 28-’29; Secretary-Treas¬ urer Monogram Club ' 28; President Semester VII ' 28; Hi-Y ’26- ' 28: Varsity Football ' 27- ' 28: Basketball ' 28; Baseball ’27- ' 28. Sam Wyrick Books; ' tis a dull and endless strife.” Band ' 2 62 8 ; Orchestra ’26-’28; Kiltie Club ' 25. Hettie York My heart is ever at your service.” Dramatic Club ' 26: Glee Club ' 25- ' 26; Hiking Club ' 25. 16

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♦4S- Vhe REFLECTOR G. H. S. Mother Goose Tim, Tim, the nice cake eater, Had a girl and tried to cheek her; She socked him in his eyes of blue; Poor Tim, she got the best of you. I had a little Ford, They called her Lib Macbeth, I lent her to the football team Who drove her half to death. They cranked her, they choked her, They drove her through the mire. I would not lend my Lizzie now To any football squire. See. see, what do I see? A “D mark where an A should be. History is vexation, English is as bad: The Rule of Commas puzzles me, And poems drive me mad. Hey, diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The orchestra ' s playing a tune. We want something jazzy, Peppy and sassy, But Listz and Chopin Are our doom. Katherine with pep went up the step To learn herself some Latin, The class-room marm Had broken her arm. So the studes were all a-chattin ' . Harris Ogburn and his lady fair were walking late one Sunday; The coach came along and sent him home. So they continued their date on Monday. Peas porridge hot, Peas porridge cold, Soup, soup every day So I ' m told. Some like it hot, Some like it cold, But who likes it every day, Hot or cold? Hark, hark, Their cheer leaders did bark When Winston came into town; Oh, it ' s all O. K., we ll win today.” But thirteen to nought brought them down. Bye, Baby Bunting, A senior gone a-hunting To get himself a sheep skin To tie up all his knowledge in.