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

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Last Will aud “ estameut To All Whom This May Concern: We, the seniors of 1943 of Wadesboro High School, being of unsound mind and body, and having succeeded in deceiving the faculty with our apparent intelligence, declare our- selves legally able to make this last and only will and testament, and do hereby bequeath, give, donate, present, grant, offer, and be- stow the following: To Mr. Lewis, our thoughtful superintend- ent, we leave our appreciation for his sup- port through our high school life. To Mr. Wildermuth, our loyal principal, we leave our gratitude for all he has done for us. To Miss Holder, our beloved teacher, we leave all our love for her faithful guidance over the last year of our high school life. To the faculty, our heartfelt thanks for all the help that they have tried to give us— and our humble apologies for being so far from a model class. To the class of 1944, we leave the honor of dusting the front rows in chapel, and the privilege of using the front steps at recess. To the class of 1945, we leave all the head- aches of being a junior and the direction of the junior-senior banquet. To the class of 1946, we leave all our hopes for a great high school life. The following seniors have bequeathed the following traits with hopes that the bene- ficiaries will receive full benefit from and use Class Testator Helen Coit Redfearn to good advantage all things bequeathed them. I, Vallie Lowe, do bequeath my ability to preside over the senior class to the presi- dent of the class of 1944. I, Rebecca Jones, do bequeath my size to Dabney Little. I, Betty Latham, do bequeath my infec- tious laugh to anyone who can successfully imitate it. I, Nappy Winfree, do bequeath my role of sheik of the class to Bobby Anderson. I, Annabel Allen, do bequeath my quietness to Lomie Lou Mills. I, Ernest Gulledge, do bequeath my disin- terest in women to Frank Tucker. I, Virginia McKinnon, do bequeath my ability to get things done to Peggy Pruette. I, Alice Brower, do bequeath my ability to run the office to Cornelia Winfree. I, Emma Gathings, do bequeath my ability to argue teachers out of lessons to Margaret Terry. I, John Kiker, do bequeath my airplane building ability to T. D. Burns. I, Jay Mills, do bequeath my ability to ex- ecute to the next president of the Student Council. I, Helen Coit Redfearn, do bequeath my ability to talk incessantly and mostly about nothing to Laura Talent. | (Continued on Page 58) es are = = : soe es Se Fee ee as : SF ae sant Pan meee ee TO

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EW EAEY “Comes Spring.” Old Faithfuls. Out of the night. Beauty on parade. Meet the Queen. “Red Rover, Red Rover . . “Have some??” Posin’. ©} 00 ADOT BRWNY 10. ink, 12. 13. 14, INS 16. 7. 18. On the march!’ Over the fence. “At - - ten - - - tion!!” SOI KemOne:” SBE ey ee Oy Shay 4 Take me out to the ball game. (You name it!!) Well???? “Pull over, please!’’ “Interesting, no doubt!” “Having trouble??” leseashardaiitewecirise Emmia‘ses ala “The Same Old Story.” Tigers in action. Ah! What a place!! “Ready? Catch!” We won!!!

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Class Prophet Sheffield Liles Here I am, traveling half a mile above what I would have called in my school days, the “world of tomorrow.” As I look across the sky, I see the air traffic seething with all types of aircraft, including numerous auto- planes similar to the one I am flying. Be- low me, large, modernistic buildings seem- ingly reach skyward, like searching fingers, toward the fleeting aircraft. Runways built above the outskirts of the cities make the earth below like a vague pattern of cobwebs. Suddenly I wonder about the construction of this miraculous world of today. Now I re- member vividly. This baffling world of to- day is being constructed by men and women who were the puzzled girls and boys of yes- terday—men and women like, and including, my cherished schoolmates of °43. Those schoolmates have played a great part in build- ing this democracy into a dynamic, modern- istic nation. I wonder where they are now; I wonder what they are still dog toward the development of this nation. But wait, T’ll find out. My starting autoplane carries me with breathtaking speed westward to the island of Catalina, California. Upon my arrival, I taxi onto a small runway of the Hill In- stitute of Female Fliers. Caroline Hill, su- pervisor of instruction, welcomes me into a class where the H. I. F. F.’s are receiving ex- pert instruction in the arts of the airways. In Cass Prophecy an adjoining building there is a renowned experimental aircraft station. Two familiar faces greet me. Here are two more members of the ’43 class—John Kiker and James Hart, who are adding their inventions to the many astonishing ones of today. In fact, I dis- cover that this particular model of auto- plane in which I am traveling was perfected by them. I find, too, that Harry Treadaway and Edgar Gathings have made the head- lines by assuming the sometimes precarious task of testing the inventions made at the station ! I reluctantly leave the island and start to- ward Los Angeles. The famed movie colony of Hollywood quickly comes into view. I land my autoplane, fold the wings, and drive onto a highway. My destination is a nearby, famed theatre where a sparkling musical comedy, “Frankie and Johnny” is being pre- viewed. Upon arriving there, I find that our own Betty Latham and “Pic” Stanback are playing the leading roles. In this comedy, Betty makes a name for herself as a vocal- ist as well as a comedienne, by her hilarious rendition of the title song. We schoolmates will remember having heard her similar ren- dition of that song back in ’43. The new heart-throb of the movies, “Pic” Stanback, is, as usual, thrilling many by his perform- ance. Also billed in this picture is the nat- ionally famous comedy team of Watson and (Continued on Page 53)