Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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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.

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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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REFLECTOR The Diary of the Children Who Lived in the Shoe Edited by RUTH LONG February 5, 1925. High School! The aim of our grammar school life has at last been reached. The school paid us an unusual compliment by giving us the new building. Those terrible Seniors are insulted because they weren’t given this honor, so they’ve named our precious haven the nursery. We came from different schools, dear diary, but we are all dumb together. February 15, 1925. Today we elected Johnny Foster President. The girls, who outnumber the boys so, elected him because he ' s so cute. Miss Wheeler lifted him up on a chair so he could be seen, and some of us almost fell in love with him— one girl really did. February 30, 1925. We have at least one achievement to our credit: before we joined this Club of Education, all the boys went down the south steps and the girls down the north. This meant nothing in our young lives, so down the boys ' steps we went. We thought it queer that we saw only boys, who always snickered, but we kept right on going. Finally, all the girls followed. We know ’twas because they feared we’d come hither their boy friends. September 6, 1925. When Carl Lane Browne went for her admit card, Miss Killingsworth asked, Where are you going? When Carl Lane said, Why, nowhere, the dean replied, I think you ' re going home to put on a dress. You see Carl Lane hasn’t learned yet that she must be a girl, and mustn ' t wear knickers to school. October 1 1, 1925. Mary Quill Omohundro has a terrible time trying to make her famous name understood. She’s formed the habit of pronouncing it before and after. Now Miss Sumner will have more time to repeat the assignment for Fred Merritt. February 1, 1 926. Poor Margaret Little. Yesterday she was accosted by a dignified Senior and unmercifully paddled. When she screamingly insisted that she was a Sophmore, the only answer was, Aw, go on: you cant fool us with that baby face. March 2, 1926. Hettie York’s dignity was completely demolished yesterday in Science II. She thought she looked supremely beautiful when she received so many 19