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

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Last Wil and. Jestament We, the Senior Class of 1946, sadly aware of the fact that our days in Wadesboro High School are num- bered, presumedly being of sound mind and body, do hereby make, execute, and publish this, our last will and testament. To Mr. Terrell, our superintendent, who with his never ending sense of humor, has so patiently borne the trials and tribulations which come from having such a class as we, do leave our sincere thanks for his genu- ine interest in our welfare. To Mr. Robinson, our principal, we leave the large number of permits he has so graciously written for our many trips to town and our gratitude for his help in our undertakings. To Miss Sturgis, our friend and advisor, we leave our fondest love and appreciation for her guiding hand during our Senior year. To the faculty members we leave the peace of mind which inevitably follows our departure. To the Junior Class we bequeath our beloved home- room—may you treat it kindly; and our front steps privilege—may you keep it your privilege. To the Sophomore Class we leave the many problems which will comfort you with next year’s Junior-Senior. To the Freshman Class we leave our hopes that yours will be a great Class of 49. The following Seniors have unselfishly relinquished the following traits: I, Sarah Gray, do leave to Louise Anderson my cheery smile and sweet disposition. I, “Captain” Burris, do leave my hearty laugh to G. E. Knowles. I, Louise Moore, do leave my ability to take short- hand to Jeanette Long. I, “Bunk” Hill, do leave my varied assortment of lines to Neale Kelly. I, Lula Stanback, do leave to the next Hi-Ways’ business manager the headaches which come with find- ing all the bottles left in the gym after each basketball game. I, Mary Lou Streater, do leave my punctuality to Betty Ann Wall. We, Catherine Watkins and Margaret Ann Wingate, do leave our studious minds to Betty Ruth Gaddy and Ann Lindsey. I, Charles Horne, do leave my height to Tommy Johnson so he may look up to women instead of down on them. I, Clifton Harkey, do leave to Jimmy Clark, and any other “sleepy heads,’ my favorite sleeping place in the library. I, Lou Huntley, do leave my naturally blonde hair to Dora Mae Bates. We, Barbara Covington, Frances Davis, and Lula Stanback, do leave our places in the Senior Class and our never ending giggles to Agnes Crawford and Rosa Little. I, Betty Lou Martin, do leave my job at Roses to anyone who wants it. I, Ernest Wallace, do leave my size to Dervis Thomas. FRANCES DAVIS TESTATOR I, Jack Anderson, do leave my desire for an “‘ideal girl” to Bill Hough. I, Lois Paxton, do leave my reputation of being the first engaged Senior to the Junior girl who can do as well. I, “Shorty” Baker, do leave my ability to find a “Secluded spot”? to H. M. Maples. I, Harold Edwards, do leave to ‘‘Hook” Coggin my love for “out-of-town” women. I, “Mog” Griffin, do leave my vast and unending supply of corny jokes to Brookie Craft. I, Mary James, do leave to Lu Overton my puzzled expressions at any questions asked. I, Fulton Tucker, do leave Lois Jean to the Senior boys of next year. I, Rose Marsh, do leave my knack for asking dumb questions to Rosa Little. I, Jerry Lee, do leave the names and addresses of all the boys I have collected during my life time to “Bobbie” Odom. We, Peggy Lewis and Joyce Stafford, do leave our contagious laughter to Carol Dean Jenrette, and Louise Covington. I, “Sammie” Boswell, do leave my way of chewing gum to Billie Jean Greene. I, Estelle Brower, do leave my love for men to Frances Burns. I, Anna Jane Ingram, do leave my job of keeping the lunch line quiet to the Student Council member who can knock the students down and make them be- have. I, Jack Mangum, do leave my little brother, Bobby, and my car for the girls to fight over. I, Donald Gray, do leave to Jimmy Ferguson my book, “How To Win Friends and Influence People.” I, Davis Gaddy, do leave my quiet manner to ‘‘Coot” Huntley. I, Mamie Thompson, do leave my nimble fingers to Dora Mae Bate. I, Bill Treadaway, do leave my A. P. O. address to all the girls in High School. I, Walter Mitchell, do leave my ability to make extemporaneous speeches to Bill Taft. I, Joyce Stafford, do leave my ability to draw to Cherrie Pratt. I, Frances Davis, leaving my love and best wishes for all those we leave behind, do hereby set my hand and seal on this the thirty-first day of May, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and forty- six. THE CLaAss OF 1946. Page Twenty

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MARY LOU STREATER PROPHET After my recent tour of this country, I find it very difficult for me to step back into the daily routine of work here in my office. My mind continuously wan- ders back over the interesting and exciting sites and experiences that filled that one short month that I shall never forget. I was amazed to find that the mem- bers of the Class of 746 have become so distinguished in the various fields of life. I can easily recall the day that I started to board my plane at the Washington airport. I glanced into the cockpit and recognized Bobby Blackwelder to be one of the pilots. As I started walking down the aisle of the plane, whom should I run into other than Margaret Griffin and Harold Edwards. We immediate- ly found seats together and began our ‘Gosh, it’s good to see you” conversation. I later found out that Harold has become a very outstanding lawyer and that ‘‘Mog”’ is his secretary. He was en route to Chicago to investigate the mysterious case of “Frisky” Davis, one of Power’s Models, who had recently dis- appeared. The time came too soon for us to depart and I was traveling alone once more. My next stop was New York. I spent the night in the “Sleepytime Hotel,” a very modern hotel owned and operated by Jack Mangum. Jack informed me that Sarah Gray was to make her debut at Metropolitan Opera House the fol- lowing week. As I crossed the lobby, I saw Estelle Brower operating the switch board. The “Skyroom” was located on the top floor of the ‘‘Sleepytime,” and I was amazed to find ‘Bunk’ Hill and his orchestra playing there. Before I left, Truette Burris, the vo- calist, sang “Stardust,” which brought to mind our class song. The next morning while waiting for my plane, I read an article in a newspaper about an unknown element that had been discovered by Lula Stanback. It seems that Lula has done outstanding work in the scientific field. In California, I visited one of my old friends, Anna Jane Ingram, who has become a brain specialist in the “Getwell” hospital in Los Angeles. Margaret Ann Page (lass Prophecy. Wingate and Catherine Watkins are nurses and Geraldine Lee is a dietitian in the same hospital. While shopping, Anna took me to the “Thompson Shoppe,’ Mamie Ella Thompson’s noted dress shop that is connected with Betty Lou Martin’s “Hat Shoppe.” Before leaving California, I stopped in Hollywood and saw “Lou” Huntley. She is gradually climbing to the top in her motion picture career. Co-starring with her in her latest picture ‘Come To Baby” produced by Earnest Wallace, is today’s Clark Gable, Bill Tread- away. “Lou” told me that Frances Boswell was her very capable hair dresser. Jack Anderson is also cimbing in the movie world as a dancer. I also managed to speak with the noted playwright, Walter Mitchell, for a few minutes. I traveled by train through the state of Texas, and I was much impressed by Clifton Harkey’s huge and lovely ranch that is used as the setting for many mo- tion pictures. Mary John James was on the same train with me. I learned much about several of my other classmates through her. Mary John and Peggy Lewis are head of a Kindergarten in Louisiana; Mrs. Lois (Paxton) Maness, is a dress designer; and Louise Moore is a commercial teacher there. My last and most interesting stop, of course, was Wadesboro, Passing through the business section, I saw the “Three B’s,”’ a very up-to-date clothing store own- ed by Fulton Tucker, and ‘“‘Baker’s Streamline Co.” (“Shorty” Baker had just invented the newest and fastest type of automobile, the “STREAMLINE”’). I saw one of the most exciting football games played in the Wadesboro Stadium. Donald Gray was the sports’ announcer and gave a very accurate account of the “A-Right 4 Play” that was used very often by the vic- torious team, coached by “Shine” Huntley. I spent my last day visiting at dear ole W. H. S. and found many of her old students among the fac- ulty members. As I entered the building, Rose Marsh, the commercial teacher, and Barbara Covington, the public school music teacher, greeted me. Joyce Staf- ford is the art teacher, and Davis Gaddy and Charles Horne are head of the “Shop.”’ I passed by the Senior homeroom—a nd as I stood looking in, I could vaguely see every member of the class of ’46 in his usual place and our beloved advisor, Miss Sturgis, who did much to prepare us for our long journey ahead. And now, ten years later, I can truly say—‘We have missed our Alma Mater and our friends, and we’re still praying that some day—we’ll meet again. But until that day, all of us will continue to strive to do our best.” Mary Lov SrtreaTer, Prophet Twenty-One