Drexel High School - Cavalcade Yearbook (Drexel, NC)

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Classes SENIOR SUPERLATIVES Most Athletic— HELEN LANE LEWIS SMALL Cutest— SUDIE SIGMON PAUL RAMSEY Wittiest— BETTY BOWMAN RUSSELL COLEMAN BURKE TRANSIT COMPANY Page Sixteen

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Classes SENIOR SUPERLATIVES Most Popular— BETTY SUE BAKER HAL HARRIS Best Looking— LILA COOPER MAX BRYANT Best All Around— BETTY WALTERS IRWIN McNEELY COMPLIMENTS OF BRINKLEY LUMBER COMPANY, VALDESE, N. C. Page Fifteen

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Classes PROPHESY Hoop!—My foot slipped; oh! my head— gosh, I feel funny. Where am I? What town is this? I must be twenty years older. What does this sign say? “The City of Drexel. Population 65,000. Welcome, vis- itors. Signed: Bill Williams, Mayor.” I must have been away a long time. Drexel has surely changed. Imagine Bill Williams being the Mayor. What beautiful streets! I think I'll walk down this one and see how Drexel has changed. My, what a big theater! Wonder what’s playing? Oh, here it says, “The Dance of the Dragon Fly,” starring Beatrice Shuford and Emmette Deal, with Betty Sue Baker’s All-Girl Band. I'd like to see that, but I haven’t time. There’s somewhere I must go—can't remember where. That’s a large factory over there. It looks like a hosiery mill. The sign says— Robert Franklin’s Drop Stitch Hosiery. I believe I’ll take a look around. Here’s the office! Look at all the girls—why, there’s Peggy Bradshaw and Jolene Miller pound- ing typewriters—am sure they are the head typist. What’s in this department—- First Aid Room and there is Margaret Piercy. I hear machines; over there they are. I bet I know who is the mechanic. Yes, there he is—Russell Coleman, I was right. Got to go—can't waste any more time. Better catch a taxi. Here’s one—“Flet- cher’s Blue Streak.” Rides smooth, too. Better get out here at this grocery store. The name is Hal’s S.S.S. Market”. That means Steal ’em, Sooth ’em, Sell ’em Market. Look at all the pedestrians. There is Bil- ly Hubbard carrying a brief case—he must be a lawyer. It’s getting late and I must move on. Who’s that trying to shake everyone's hand? Why, it’s Max Bryant. He must be campaigning for Governor. I think I’ll cross this street. Better wait as here comes a truck. It’s Ramsey’s Rip ’em. Flip ’em, Gype ’em Dry Cleaners”. Who’s the policeman on the corner? It’s Jimmie Bass—makes a fine policeman. Bet he weighs three hundred pounds. What’s this? Another saloon! Oh, a Beauty Salon. Helen Lane, Lila Cooper and Zeta Lee Whisenant—Face Lifters and Mud Pack- ers. Better Move on; time’s a-wasting. Here’s a candy kitchen. Proprietor — Betty June Walters. Look at that big sign —“Smith’s Sign Company — slogans “Eu- logies and Epitaphs—Z. Smith”. Another sign! Custom built funerals — Mourners furnished after pocketbook examination. Gladys Whitener—Mortician. What’s that odor? Must be a doctor’s office. It is—Dr. Irwin McNeely, M.D.B.S. Bones Set while you wait. I’d better go in— maybe he can help me. Pretty nurses! Per- ry Lee Gurley and Betty Bowman. This is no place for me. Where’s the door? Boy, that was a close one! Where’s all that racket coming from? I believe I hear Azalee Stamey and Myrtle Bradshaw. Must be an athletic field close by. Yes, there it is. I’ll peep thru this crack; yes, there’s Azalee pitching and Myrtle catching. Must be a big game— there's a large crowd. Who’s the man walk- ing across the grounds?— Boots” Small— acts as if he’s boss of this athletic club— probably is. Who's this coming up the street? Why, it’s Sudie and Herbert. What’s this in my pocket? A check, by Jove! I'd better step over to the bank and cash it. Why here’s Betty Shuffler and Edwyna Russell in cages. Good place for those girls! Better—O--------h my head! Where am I? I hear a bell ringing. That’s the tardy bell. I'll be late for class and Mrs. Russell will say, “Bristol Baker, where have you been?” Page Seventeen WALDENSIAN HOSIERY MILLS PILOT FULL FASHION MILLS