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

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Leaving her at last in time to catch my train out of the City, I called a taxi and to my astonishment found the driver to be none other than my old class mate, Bill Musselywhite. I inquired of him about his old friend Eugent Gatewood, and heard that Eugene had become the enthusiastic leader of one of the largest I. W. W. bands in the Middle West. Boarding my train, I sat down by a tall, imposing looking woman wearing a severely tailored suit, sailor hat and nose spectacle who immediately began talking on the subject of politics. Catching every now and then a familiar gesture and accent, | inquired the name of my companion. The answer came like a flash. “I am the Hon. Lucile Moore, A) Bagi gl sD) ee snceny eee I am a congressman and a reformer. I have accomplished much good in the world. At present, I am conducting a werld wide campaign against Coca-Cola as a stimulant.” Just then I awoke with a start. I gazed wonderingly about me and realizing that that had just been a dream, I sank peacefully into a restful and dreamless sleep. —Daisy Teall ’22. EN Wis YY aD MN) le Twenty Two

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Class Song The school days of our life, Are the sweetest days of all the days to us. Each sweet year like a river flows, And passes in the afterglow. The task of the day and the lessons prepared, Are the joys of each girl and boy. Oh, our hearts grow weak, As we think of adieus. The school days are the best to us. The teachers so dear and the schoolmates so true, To think we must leave them all. Each thought of the past, is a thought that will last, Of memories so sweet and pure. The Junior's picnics and the teacher's parties, Have added very much to this life. Oh, the best times of all are the times that we call, Good times at the Wadesboro High School. Twenty Four