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

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LAST WILL and TESTAMENT To All Whom This May Concern: We, the class of 1944, supposedly in sound body and mind, being dismissed from our years of hard labor, mixed with our mischief, joys, and fun, which we have undergone in Wadesboro High School, do hereby make, execute, and publish our last will and testament as follows: To Mr. Lewis, our guiding light during every year, our most sincere appreciation and thanks for all his help. To Mr. Terrell, our ever wise-cracking principal, except when he has a headache, we leave our hopes that we have not run him crazy to the point of typing with two fingers and our wishes that with the aid of his smile, “talking hands,” and “coal- burner,” he can win any prize for which he strives. To Miss Sturgis, our kind senior advisor, our de- sires that she won’t forget the class of ’44 in years to come. To the Juniors we do bequeath our many Senior privileges in hopes that they will enjoy them as much as we did. I, Elizabeth Lockhart, do leave my dimpled smile to Mary Frances Lowe. I, Frank Tucker, do leave my loud sport coats to anyone who will walk to Belk’s and get them. I, Lomie Lou Mills, do leave my ability to get money for ads to the next business manager of the paper so that it may continue to be free. My laugh goes along with this, of course. I, Wofford Lewis, do leave my place as driver of the car to back-seat Billy. I, Frances Ashcraft, do leave my ability to make up non-sensible poems to Caroline Gulledge. I, “Coot” May, do leave my place on the football team to Harold Edwards. I, Bet Crawford, do leave my ability to make extemporaneous speeches to Richard Clark. I, Joe Ross, do leave my love for girls to “Bunk” Hill and Tommy Hart. I, Laura Gene Taft, do leave Bill to all the girls in the rising senior class. I, J. B. Watson, do leave my. height to James Bert Thomas. I, Peggy Pruette, do leave my popularity among students to the teacher giving the hardest exam. JOYCE CARAWAY, Testator I, T. D. Burns, do leave my “flexible bones” to Thomas Wall. I, Dabney Little, do leave my dry wit to Margaret Tucker. I, Bobby Anderson, do leave my hair-tonic bottle to Lloyd Britt. I, Becky Hundley, do leave my ability to “Charles- ton” to Sarah Lou Thompson. IL Roderick Baker, do leave my “bang-up” skill of driving a motorcycle to Dewitt Flack. I, Cornelia Winfree, do leave my continual good humor to Elaine Bennett. I, C. B. Gray, do leave my bass horn to Billy Mul- drow. I, Sara Covington, do leave my infectious laugh to Peggy Hardison. I, Jimmie Smith, do leave my cheery whistle to Billy Surratt. I, Martha Burns, do leave my favorite expression, “T don’t get it,” to Margaret Smith. We, Sylvia Hill and Margaret Mills, do leave our good friendship to Milly Williamson and Juanita Johnson. I, Margaret Martin, do leave my soft ball “swing” to Inda Hildreth. We, Ada Ruth Pruitt, Laura Talent and Margaret Terry, do leave our good times in study-hall to Agnes Crawford, Lula Stanback and Rosa Little. I, Joyce Caraway, do leave my hopes that the guys and gals who follow us in Wadesboro High School will miss me as much as I shall miss them and that their high school years will be as pleasant as mine were. In witness whereof we, the said Class of 1944, do to this last will and testament, set our seal this day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and forty-four. Page Twenty-two Bry, w — 4 on a {sae —— Janae . enero = eee { of se :