Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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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

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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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Dhe REFLECTOR stares. Miss Pickard, however, demanded, “Hettie, go wash your face, and don’t ever come to my class again with such a mask on your face.” Today our fairer sex was noticeably paler. April 13, 1926. The thirteenth was surely unlucky for one of the gang (name omitted by request). Miss Jeffries displayed her much-feared disposition to sarcasm when she discovered that only one person in the class knew the principal parts of the verb to be.” She complimented the learned one and asked her to display her knowledge. The much-praised student recited, Sum, esse, fui.” January 30, 1927. Well, we ' re Juniors at last. We’re feeling our superiority in everything we do, especially planning the Junior-Senior banquet. We’re making a lot of money selling magazines under Emma’s bossing,—but my, a banquet is hard work. February 27, 1927. Carl Lane and Rose got into trouble again today. Those inseparables were given the wrong invitations to the Junior-Senior. A month later they got the wrong reports, and now Miss Hodges looks at Carl Lane and says Rose,” and so scares Rose to death. May 2, 1927. Katherine Nowell was the victim of a tragedy this morning. When she was tripping gaily down the hall, a Senior rushed out of the door beside her. Alas! poor Catherine was thrust right through the glass in the door. This was the mystery—how did she reach high enough to hit the glass—as well as a miracle—she wasn ' t even scratched. September 10, 1928. We have finally come to the greatest year of our career. Everyone refers to us as dignified Seniors.” Jimmy Webb has resigned, so Annette Donavant is President of our fifty-one. and Miss Blackmon and Miss Searcy are to be advisers. October 5, 1928. Margaret fell down the Publication steps today, and when John Foster tried to catch her, he too fell—on top of Margaret. They giggled so we couldn’t discover whether they were hurt or not. November 1, 1928. Our masquerade at Fisher’s cabin last night was more fun. Miss Black¬ mon was a precious Dutch girl, even if she did have to jump out of her shoes to run the relay. Alvin Schwab was one of the prettiest girls there, and Catherine Murray made a stunning Confederate soldier. November 7, 1928. Gee, but were proud. Bill Tranter’s been made an Eagle Scout, and Margaret Britton, Mary Quill, and Edwinna made Torchlight—you know Rat,” Emmy,” and Jimmy already belonged. 20