Wadesboro High School - Tiger Tales Hi Ways Yearbook (Wadesboro, NC)

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BON wn On NN 1 em GW PF W co ee oo On a . = — phe SAR ee: Os oo Statistics MIT Emma Smith. Always—Dieting. Ambition—To be skeleton woman in Barnum and Bailey’s circus. Chief fault—Having suitors. Good for—Everything. What she thinks of herself—That she is a flirt. What others think of her—That she is not. Maria Maness. Always—Studying. Greatest Need—To talk more. Ambition—To be a Domestic Science Teacher. What she thinks of herself——She never thinks of herself. What others think of her—That she is true blue. Jerome Sedberry. Always—Helping the teachers. Ambition—To be Postmaster-General. Favorite Hangout—Post Office. Nickname—“‘Pate.” What he thinks of himself—That he is handsome. What the teachers thinks of him—‘‘That he is it.” Lucile Moore. Size—lInfinitesimal. Always—Eating. Ambition—To be neat, neater, neatest. What she thi-ks of herself—That she works harder than Glendale. What others think of her—That she is very lovable. Sarah Redfern. Always—Tardy. Good for—Writingf letters to Rockingham. Ambition—To use her Domestic Science, but not as a school ““ma’am.” Nickname— Joe.” Favorite sport—Visiting the Post-Office . What she thinks of herself—That she has a “grand time.” What others think of her—They know it. Seventeen

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Class History N a beautiful September morning eleven years ago, the ringing of bells proclaimed to twenty or thirty quaking little hearts that their doom was sealed and the hour had come,—the hour which is awaited with fear and trembling by some, anticipation by others. but which is recalled after many years, by hearts torn between the con- flicting emotions of joy and pain, as the first turning point in their lives. And so we timidly put our feet on the first rung of the Ladder of Fame, which “| is builded by every soul as the glorious means of achieving it’s ends. A few of us entered the large room belonging exclusively to the “first graders” with the astonishing conviction that the sweet-faced woman waitnig for us was our executioner instead of the taecher. Others, for some latent cause, wept copiously and clung fast to the maternal skirts; while still others, among them certain masculine members of our class, entered defiantly, hiding trembling hearts under a bold and swaggering exterior, which was secretly much admired by several of the fair sex. Fortunately for our peace of mind, a rather violent thunderstorm was the only dreadful occurence for a few days and soon we began to like school, especially the periods when we drew a-circle on the floor with chalk and played “farmer’s in the dell.” Thus, year after year, we toiled and played until the glorious day for entering High School arrived. How wise and supercilious we felt, how we looked down with a pitying con- tempt on our less fortunate companions still in grammar school. Our freshman and sophomore years were comparatively uneventful, but in our junoir year we suddenly awoke to our responsibilities and joyfully purchased our class rings on an hour’s notice, without the careful and judicious consideration which usually accompanies such an act. This event caused the Seniors to thr ow up their hands in dismay and mourn over the deplorable mental condition of those “flighty Juniors.” Our next act as a class was a surprise party at the river, given in honor of the Seniors, who, we are told, enjoyed it very much, in spite of their dignified ways. On beginning our last year in High School, we found, much to our amazement, that just during the summer vacation all our freshness and ignorance had been suddenly transformed into wisdom and importance. So we curbed our impulsive, restless disopsition, and settled down to become dignified Seniors in reality. Early in the year we organized our class with the motto; “Hitch your wagon to a star” and colors green and white, our very efficient officers are: Lamar Caudle—President, Emma Smith — —Vice-President, Henry McDonald—Secretary, Lucile Moore—Treasurer. As mascot we unani- mously selected Clyde Cates, the little son of our Superintendent, who has truly been our emblem of good luck. Among the entertainments given for us this year, we wish to mention the Junior’s Hallo- ween party and the candy pulling given by several members of the faculty, both of which were very enjoyable, for nothing p!eases us so much as to revel in the delight of parties and picnics. The dinner given by the Home Economics class in honor of the Board was a marked success in every way. Members of the aforesaid board will testify to the culinary ability of the department. It was during this last year that ecrtain small but difficult obstacles began to arise in our hitherto easy path. Part of them were covered with letters of some “dead language,” others were curiously shaped like little angles and arcs. In our struggle with them they have proved no unworthy antagonists, even for Seniors. However, by dint of much memorizing and “midnight crams” we have finally overcome even those. . Now having triumphed over difficulties during all these many years, we at last have reached the last rung of the Ladder, and stand on the pinnacle, victorious, preparing to go out into the world of opportunity and events, each of us take a part in the great Drama of Life. And “When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, we summon up rememberance of things past,’ we pledge Wages to hold most dear in our hearts, the memory of the High School days We have loved so well. ‘ —Glendale Suits, Historian °22 Sixteen

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( (6) 6 1 2: J. 4 5 — Oe ge NDS wn © RS GC NO ND gS — Sac me wh James Tice. Always—Trying to keep his pompadour smoothe. Nickname—“Cicero.” Ambition—To be a civil engineer. What he thinks of himself—He speaks too seldom for us to say. What the girls think of him—That he has “wonderful” eyes. Dozene Covington. Always—Noisy. Ambition—To be an actress. Favorite Expression—‘“That’s kinder cute like.” Favorite Hangout—On the streets. What she thinks of herself—That everybody picks on her. What others think of her—‘Shame to say.” Lamar Caudle. Always—Trying to be cute. Ambition—To “strut his Tuxedo.” Favorite Expression—Tie between, “Oh! you ole pusson,” and “Aint you got Ancestors.” Nickname—‘‘Pete.” Worst Habit—Being selfish. What he thinks of himself—That he has a future. What others thinks of him—That he has a past. EKugent Gatewood. Always—Going hunting. Ambition—He hasn’t any. Favorite Hangout—With Forace at the hot dog stand. Nicknames—“‘Dan” and “Fannie.” Good for—Throwing missles behind the teacher’s back. What he thinks of himself—That he is distinguished looking. What others think of him—That he has too many privileges. Pat Coxe. Always—Happy. Ambition—To be a grand opera singer. Favorite Expression—“Good Night.” What she thinks of herself—That she is fat. What others think of her—That she is lovable. Eighteen