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

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To ALL WHom THIS ‘MAY CONCERN: We, the Class of 1945, thought to be of unsound body and mind, but having fooled the faculty to the extent that they now dismiss us from our years of hard study, mixed with our mischief, joys, and fun in Wadesboro High School, do hereby make, execute, and publish our last will and testament. To Mr. Lewis, our superintendent, we leave our gratitude for his kind help. To Mr. Terrell, we leave our deepest appreciation for being the only person able to make us feel superior. Our hopes that in his “new office’ he will not be bothered by. “loafers” and by people wanting to go somewhere, goes along with this. To Miss Sturgis, our understanding senior ad- visor, we leave our thanks for all she has done for us and our hope that she will not forget the Class OIE “Alby. To the faculty we leave our regrets that we have not been a model class. To the Junior Class we leave the privilege of following in our footsteps. I, Richard Clark, do leave my place as president of the Monogram Club and president of the ‘“4- Club” to Shine Huntley. I, Caroline Gulledge, do leave my hopes that the next editor of the “Student Prints” can keep secret the Senior of the Month and the writer of Kampus Kat and Princess Prints. I, Peggy Hardison, do leave my business ability to Rose Marsh. I, Milly Williamson, do leave my ability to “run” the senior class to the president of the Class of ’46. I, Elaine Bennett, do leave my gift of gab to any- one who will make an announcement in the senior class every morning. My position as President of the “Foo Club” goes with this. I, Sara Lou Timmons, do leave my sophistication to Louise Anderson. I, Juanita Johnson, do leave my long red hair to Margaret Ann Wingate. I, Billy Muldrow, do leave my height to Bob Lampley. I, Bill Surratt, do leave my love to Sammy Bos- well. I, Mary Frances Lowe, do leave the fun and headaches of getting out an annual to the next editor. I, Joe Winfree, do leave my willingness to chauf- feur the senior girls to Frank Baker. I, Thelma Caudle, do leave my interest in men to Betty Ruth Gaddy. {{ MARGARET TUCKER Testator We, Ruth and Marty Smith, do leave our ability to get along with each other to all brothers and sisters who fuss incessantly. I, Bill Lewis, do leave my friendly “Hello, How’re you?” to Harold Edwards. I, Chapman Hill, do leave my good sportsmanship to Spence Lowe. I, Earl Henry, do leave my romantic ways to Herbert Coggin. I, Bill Beck do leave my knowledge of clothes and my way with women to Fulton Tucker. I, Roxie McQuage do leave my ambition to the laziest girl in the Class of ’46. I, Bill Tice, do leave my position on the football team to any backfielder who can make the Shrine team. We, Rebecca Marsh and Christine Hanna, do leave our good friendship to Tanner Allen and Bob- bie Long. I, Thomas Wall, do leave my curfew hour to Jack Anderson. I, Homer Stogner, do leave my happy-go-lucky manner to Walter ‘Mitchell. I, Edna Gray Henley, do leave my pacifist per- sonality to Barbara Covington. I, Inda Hildreth, do leave my big blue eyes and my dimples to Mary Lou Streater. I, Cora Hildred, do leave my quiet manner to Lula Stanback. I, Margaret Tucker, having no special talent, do leave my love and best wishes for all those who follow us in Wadesboro High School, “advancing in their strife for success.” In witness whereof, we, the said Class of 1945 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 five. THE CLASS OF 1945 Page Twenty-T wo

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. . ONAN BRWHN — ee ee | SEARS ARIES teh ae og Od ae SIN) Gab session!! Caught!! Whatcha see?? High ‘n Mighty Seniors!! What's up? School's out!! Dignified (?) Seniors! Strength of Hercules!! What's so funny?? Buddies. Frances, “E” and “Stinky.” Posin’!! On the job!!! Day dreaming!! Hi, Inda. Come 1:00—Lunchtime!! Smile for the birdie!! ail: aV4, 53) Bunk ‘n Mary! Marty's (little)? sister. Who could them be?? The great Chopin II. Watch out, Bill. It’s spilling!!! Unembraceable, isn’t it, “E’’? Starring that famous “Winfree” car!! Out back!! Who's them?? Junior gents!! Maybe. Who's hungry?? Call the “County Home.” Quick!!! Pals!! Bill and his gal. Sammie Dora! Don’t shoot!! I give up. Page Twenty-One

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ELAINE BENNETT Prophet This is the year 1955 and many strange changes have taken place in the last ten years. This is now truly a world of science. The car has been done away and everyone is riding in helicopters. As I sit in my office overlooking Grand Central Station, I see swarms of people buzzing in and out. I begin to wonder about the Class of ’45 under the guiding hand of Miss Sturgis. As I see a helicopter fly pass my window, I decide to go back to Wadesboro and see my old classmates. I open a door on to the roof of my building, walk out, get into my helicopter, and begin my journey southward to my Alma Mater. As I park my helicopter on the main drag in Wadesboro, a large electric sign catches my eye. It reads “It Could Never Be Worse” starring Mar- garet “Lana Turner” Smith and Bill “Alan Ladd” Lewis. It seems Marty and Bill have really made a name for themselves in the world of acting. The “Do-Reet” Theater where this is being shown is run by none other than Charles Adcock and the ticket girl is that pretty little Inda Hildreth. After all these years Charles and Inda are still together. I walk on down the street and there stands the large professional building. I see a sign reading Dr. Richard Covington, Chiropractor, and Dr. John Williamson, Chiropodist. It seems Dick and John have as their nurses Mildred Williamson and Juanita Johnson. Rumor has it ‘Play-Boy” Bert Thomas, the town’s leading attorney, visits there quite often to see Milly. Next to the professional building stands “Hardi- son and Stogner Dress Shop.” Peggy runs the shop, while Homer does the designing. The creations of Paris were never so lovely and the models never so beautiful. I am surprised to see that so many of these models are from the Class of 745. The girls employed here are Edna Gray Henley, Ruth Smith, Rebecca Marsh, and Sadie McLaurin. Cass Prophecy I hear a band in the blue. I turn to see a large building with lights around it, reading “The Ritzy Bitzy Club.” I walk in and am amazed to see the band is being lead by that well known trumpet player Bill Beck. Bill has as his pianist that ador- able blond Sara Lou Thompson. But Lou isn’t the only pretty blond here, I see another in front of the band. Yes, I think Bill must really like blonds for his voealist is Roxie ‘‘Blondie’ McQuage. The “Ritzy Bitzy” is being run by Earl Henry. Earl seems to spend most of his time dancing with his secretary Julia Burr. I walk out of the night club feeling very tired and sleepy, and decide to resume my adventures the next day. I spend the night at the “Wall-Rat” Hotel owned by Tom Wall and Bill Surratt. Bill and Tom have as their hotel guest that famous poet Bill “Longfellow” Muldrow. Bill kept every- one awake reciting his best loved poem, ‘The Smoky Mountains.” The next morning I resumed my sight seeing tour. Around the corner from the hotel is a neat little office. On the door is a sign reading “All but the Lonely Hearts.” This Lonely Hearts’? Bu- reau is being run by Thelma Caudle, Louise Cran- ford, and Cora Hillard. It seems Joe Winfree carries on correspondence with all of them. I see a cafeteria across the street and I decide to go in and eat. The cafeteria is run by Esther ‘Milton. Esther tells me she has two hostesses that I know, Alma Henry and Mary Jordon. Alma also tells me they are having the “Swing Bowl” football game this afternoon in the W.H.S. Stadium, Vale vs. Yarvard. I am amazed to find that the coa ches of the two challenging teams are friends of mine, Coach Richard Clark of Vale and Coach Bill Tice of Yarvard. I learn that that dra- matic sports announcer Chapman Hill is to announce the game. Before the game “Chap” is gcine to give the profile of two great Coaches “Rich” and “Rab.” I come out into the sunlight once more and I see before me a building I have never seen before. It is the new library building, “The Students’ Resort,” used only by W.H.S. students, founded by Christine Hanna. Here any student is able to get a short writeup of any book for a book report. “Crip” has as her most capable assistant, Martha Ruth Kendall. All at once I hear some one scream in my ear, “Extra! Extra!” Buy your “Gossiping Observer!!” I turn to see a small lad selling papers, and buy one. On the front page I see in large letters Editor-in-Chief: Caroline Gulledge; Associate Edi- tor: Mary France Lowe. It seems “C. G.” and (Continued on page 55) Page Twenty-Three