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

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mobile constructed of new materials produced by the super-chemist, Walter Mangum. I was amazed when, with the life and activity of the big city coming into view, I noticed a surprising lack of slums. This was due, as I later learned, to a slum-clearance project headed by social workers James Treadaway, Kathryn Niven, and Emma Smith. As the vision changed again, I found myself in the heart of the business district in the offices of the industrial magnate, Bud Brower. Bud, who was methodically engaged in chewing what looked to be a fifty-cent cigar, was in conference along with his secretary, Edith Odom, with two interior decorators who had arrived to refurnish his offices. These two turned out to be the famous team, Atkinson and Sauls (Mae and Ellender ). Not far from here was the super-exclusive dress shop of Sadie Bowman and Lou Hardison, where modern creations were designed by Teen Dunlap and modeled by a group of girls includ- ing Sister and Louise Huntley. My last stop in the city was at a modern, well-equipped Y. W. C. A., where six graduates of W. H. S. were leaders and directors in the various activities. Nell McIntosh and Dorothy Lewis were coaching a championship basketball team in the physical education department, Elizabeth Chewning and Ethel Scarboro were instructing a group in home economics, and Mary Fannie Lineberry and Mary Jane Carter were directing a recreational program. This completed a check on my former class- mates. As I left the room, I realized that my train had already left, but I did not regret the time spent with the magic crystal, for I left a little wiser and more than a little proud of the achievements of those whom I could call my friends. ; BEVERLY Rose, Prophet. 1—Customary situation come eleven ayem. 2—Dunno what she’s doin’ but she’s doin’ it! 3—Ho-hum! Ain't life wonderful?!! 4—Dignified seniors 5—G've in, Rookie, they've got y’ cornered. 6—Hey! Ducks on that!! 7—Aw, shucks . . . don’t be bashful! Page Twenty

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rile WAYS + 194 05+ CLASS Ko MORRISON BROWN MASCOTS ELOISE MARSHALL CLASS PROPHECY The very name held a fascination for me— Madame Zuski, Crystal Gazer. Indeed, I was so attracted that before long I found myself entering the narrow doorway over which the sign with these words hung. In an effort to occupy myself until my train was due, I would have my fortune told. However, even as I was ushered into the dimly-lighted room where I made out an old woman seated before a crystal ball, a new plan formulated in my mind. Through the magic crystal, I would attempt to renew acquaintances with my friends and class- mates of that world-famous center of learning and activity, Wadesboro High School. When I explained by mission to the old woman, she nodded and mumbled a few words to her magic crystal ball. Then, before me on the surface of the ball, I saw appearing a vision of the old home town, Wadesboro. The scene soon narrowed down to the swanky, new Fritz- Ritz Hotel, owned by Fritzie Mills, where the new king of swing, Percy Beacham and his orchestra, featuring Lib Williamson at the piano, was packing ’em in. Close scrutiny revealed that the success of this hotel was largely due to the efforts of the hostess, Mary Evelyn Morris, and the Chief Bell Hop and Personnel Director, J. Mack Coley. The picture changed to one of a large build- ing near the center of town, where I found Harvey Leavitt the managing editor of the big daily, The Daily Jabber, with Bob Huntley and Leaky “Scoop” Wyatt occupying the positions of star reporters. Daily features of this paper were a society column by Corneille Caraway and a column on accredited ways and means of solving the problems of the heart by Flora Ann Brock. Next, into view came the old school-house itself. Here, serving as a truant-catching prin- cipal, was none other than Jerry Ingram, while effective by performing the almost impossible task of imparting knowledge to the younger generation were Frances Gray and Ruth Waddell. The last place in Wadesboro that I visited through the crystal was the interior of the new hospital, where I perceived three uniformed nurses apparently engaged in a free-for-all. Imagine my surprise when, as the vision became clearer, I discovered that the three were none other than Virginia Dunlap, Nancy Gathings, and Patsy Teal, fighting for possession of the new masculine patient located in room 47! Also located here were Edna Gilmore and Joyce Atkinson, who were ably filling the positions of laboratory technician and dietitian. At this point, the scene shifted towards a thriving metropolis, pausing long enough, how- ever, for me to look in on a huge experimental farm not far out of town, where Jimmy Burns, Alvin Bates, and Jack Shaver were startling the agricultural worid with their amazing dis- coveries. On the outskirts of the city, I saw a large plant where R. IJ. Ballard and Charlie Pigg were directing the assembly of a new type of auto- Page Nineteen

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT I, Alva M. Beacham, of the County of Anson and State of North Carolina, representing the senior class of 1940 of Wadesboro High School, on this eighth day of June, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and forty, considering myself to be of sound, but crammed, mind and memory, realizing that my days are numbered in this our Alma Mater and possessing the knowl- edge that the time when I shall pass into a higher field of learning is near at hand, do hereby make and declare this to be my last will and testament. I. To the very lenient and understanding faculty I leave the peace of mind which, I am sure, will follow the passing of the seniors’ homely countenances into the worlds beyond. II. To Miss Holder I leave all the happi- ness in the world as part payment for all the jams she has helped the seniors through. III. To the boys who congregate back of the building at recess I leave my last pack of cigarettes with the sincere hope that it stops the wave of “duck” shooting and bumming for a while, at least. IV. To Mr. Cartier I leave one soft pedal to aid him in making the band play pianissimo in- stead of triple forte. V. To Lee Hendley I leave Fred Mills’ voice. Maybe it will make his continuous loud- mouthed chatter a little easier on the ears. VI. To Evalyn Allen I leave Mack Coley’s height so she can look up to the men instead of down on them. VII. To Harvey Matheson I leave Bob Hunt- ley’s speed with the women. VITL. Lo PP. De Lyon) leavesiNubsa Roses physique plus his cuteness and heart-breaking personality. IX. To Margaret Haire I leave C. B. Press- ler in all his handsome glory. X. To Lucy Mitchell I leave May Robson Morris’s knowledge of histrionics. XI. To Frances Allen I leave Lib William- son’s sure-fire method of giving the men heart trouble. + 1—Oh! Aren't they beautiful! 2—May Day! How typically Southern! 3—Tch! Tch! Such cute pipple!! 4—Hurry up ‘n snap th’ thing . . . I’m gonna fall! 5—More May Day... 6—Press forward!!! 7—Oh, | remember that one ... 150 yards! 8—Senior play .. . just before... 9—My starrrrs! Some jobs!! 10—More diginfied seniors . . . tch! tch! Page Twenty-one