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

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Next Year “Tats “Sime LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT To All Whom This May Concern: We, the seniors of 1949, of Wadesboro High School, being of sane mind and sound body to hereby execute this last will and testament in the following manner: To Mr. Wildermuth, our kind-hearted and thoughtful superintendent, we leave our gratitude for his special efforts to lend support in all our undertakings. To Mr. Shelton, our loyal principal, we leave our sincere appreciation for all the problems he has helped us solve. To Miss Sturgis, our beloved teacher, we leave our love for the excellent job she has done in the last year of our high school life. To the faculty, we leave our deep and genuine appreciation for their hard work a nd enduring patience. To the class of 1950, we leave the honor of following in our footsteps; also the privilege of occupying the front seats in chapel. To the class of 1951, we leave all the headaches of planning the Junior-Senior Banquets. To the class of 1952, we leave all our hopes for a successful high school life. The following seniors have bequeathed the following traits: I, Dwight Stephenson, do leave my ability to preside over the Senior Class to the president of the Class of 1950. We, Esther Covington and Becky Allen, do leave Norwood and all its boys to Amelia Hildreth. I, Eloise Hasty, do leave my jolliness and also my boisterous laughter to Ruth Treadaway. I, Addie Milks, do leave my slenderness to Lois Turner. I, Doris Scott, do leave Med Northcutt to any girl who can get him. I, Eloise Horne, do leave my quiet ways to Jo Alyce Lackey. I, Margaret McRae, do leave Mvetnore oughness in work to Clyde Wright. I, Agnes Gilmore, do leave my senior dignity to Margaret Moore. I, Allelia Gray, do leave my business- like ways to Lib Faulkner. ELSIE MOORE Testator I, Julia Ross Teal, do leave my winning personality to Faye Stogner. I, Cora Lee Sellars, do leave my ability to be the first engaged senior to Ruth Wright. I, Caroline Taylor, do leave my musical ability to Claudia Marsh. I, Tillie Kelly, do leave my love for sailors to Vonnette Melton. I, J. C. Carter, do leave my interest in women to Don Trexler. I, Betty Rose Short, do leave my ability to talk incessantly and mostly about noth- ing to Mildred Starling. We, Christine Tarleton, Willie Horne, and Lois Hildreth, do leave our giggling ways to Jessie McRae and Delores Short. I, Herbert Ingram, do leave my ability to sing solos in homeroom to Dick Roper. We, William Almond, Lee Roy Bowers, and Paul Sessions, do leave our quiet man- ners to Douglas Britt, Buddy Rogers, and Joe Harkey. We, Mary Elinor Covington, and Betty Jane Coggin, do leave our places on the basketball team to Sara Elizabeth Moore and Carole Gray. I, Charles Gathings, do leave my execu- tive ability to next year’s president of Student Council. I, Sylvia Farris, do leave my ability to walk in every morning just as the last bell rings to Fetzer Mills. I, Dorothy Lookabill, do leave my flirty ways to Willie Mae Gaddy. We, Joyce Brower and Emmy Lou Lewis, do leave our secrets to any person that has as many as we have. I, Maxine Henley, do leave my friendly smiles to Helen Howard. We, Doris Ann Talent and Vera Sings, do leave our love for out-of-town boys to Barbara Russell. | (Continued on Page 50) Page 24

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PHIL ROBINSON Historian On September 5, 1937, we the class of 1949, entered the portals of the Wadesboro Public Schools. This was an event of great importance to us. Miss Mary Plunkett, Mrs. Lee Ashcraft, Mrs. Joe Liles, and Miss Anne L. Massemore quieted our mothers enough to obtain owr names. For us school began. The first few weeks were filled with the hard tasks of getting ad- justed to our new surroundings—then we settled down to work. Eight years of grammar school rolled by under the capable guidance of Mrs. W. L. McKinnon, Mrs. Chase Baughn, Miss Elizabeth Webb, Miss Julia Cameron, Miss Geneva Neil, Mrs. Elinor Gray, Miss Fan- nie Dunlap, Miss Barbara Weir, Miss Alice Lampley, Miss Pauline Pinkston, Mrs. H. E. Allen, Mr. Louis Fogleman, Miss Nora Boggan, Mrs. W. W. Bennett, Mrs. W. J. Gulledge, Mrs. Winkie Daniels, Mrs. Mac Henderson, and Miss Mary Mitchell. Those eight years introduced the three R’s along with history, geography, and spelling. Our outside activities that we remember par- ticularly were our chapel programs, our dancing the minuet for Jr.-Sr., and our part in the May Day exercise when we were in the seventh grade. All this ter- minated in our eighth grade graduation exercises. The valedictorian was Margaret McRae. Frances Dawking was Salutator- ian. In 1945 we entered our second and final step at Wadesboro—we became freshmen in Wadesboro High. The events followed one another so rap- idly that it is difficult to enumerate them and give to each its place of importance. All high school experiences were not rose colored. We remember some rather pain- ful experiences; such as, detention hall, laps on the football field or in the gym, “lime as Told CIS tre IS BOIRY being last in lunch line, and examinations. W.N. Hix, J. Ray Shelton, Mrs. George Craig, Mrs. L. A. Weddington, Miss Fran- ces Moore, B. P. Robinson, Mrs. Thomas Wall, Prof. Al Paling, Mrs. Elsie Carriker, Mrs. B. P. Robinson, W. L. Wildermuth, Miss Carrie Sturgis, Miss Hermine Cara- way, Mrs. Sam Milton, Miss Mary Alice Turner and Miss Norma Smoak were our instructors for the first two years in high school. Under these, we learned to change classes (quietly), to branch out in our sub- ject matter and in other school activities. Many of our class members took part in the special activities of the school such as the annual and the newspaper. Many of us had our names to appear on the football, basketball, and baseball rosters for the first time. Our Junior year was one of our busiest years. Under the capable guidance of Miss Hermine Caraway, W. L. Wildermuth, Mrs. Thomas Wall, J. Ray Shelton, Miss Edna Gieseking, Douglas Hall, Miss Carrie Sturgis, Miss Mary Alice Turner, Mrs. Charles Little, Miss Anne Carter, and Mrs. Sam Harrell we learned what such sub- jects as geometry, chemistry, and glee club had to offer. During this year many of our class members were well known as football, basketball, and baseball players, as well as cheerleaders. Hank Wall, Phil Robinson, and Dick Liles participated in football and basketball. Dick Liles and Lee Roy Bowers played baseball. Betty Jane Coggin and Betty Rose Short played basketball for the girls. Caroline served as cheerleader. Our class sold over $1,000 worth of magazine subscriptions to earn money for Junior Senior banquet; for this the Curtis Publishing Company awarded the class a bronze plaque. The Junior- Senior Banquet was held at the Country Club, while we were juniors, for the first time in history of the W.H.S. The theme of the banquet was that of a night club. The name of it was “The Club Jr.-Sr.” Music was furnished by “The Carolinians” of Chapel Hill. Our Junior play was entitled ““Bound To Marry.” The cast included: Caroline Tay- lor, Mary Agnes Allen, Eloise Hasty, Helen Stewart, Paul Sessions, Dwight Stephenson, Dick Liles, Margaret McRae, (Continued on Page 50) Page 23

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Dick LILES Prophet Well, next year this time I'll probably be hungry, out of a job, and down-heart- ed, but I did enjoy my four years in office. I never will forget four years ago when I started out on my political career. When the Honorable Dixie Repdem was elected to the presidency in 1960, I was selected as his personal secretary. Ole Dixie began his “illustrious” term by giving me the longest list of things to do you ever saw. Just as soon as the old bird got into of- fice, he began to “‘revolutionize’’ America. He must have thought he could do it in a day, for my work intimated such. As I glanced down the list it occurred to me that it would take more work and much more brains than I had to finish the job. I Had to look to someone for help, and the first thing that struck the ’ole noggin was my . high school classmates. I began to wonder what and when and where my friends were. I knew that at least one of my old pals could fill each of the jobs that had been alloted me, and yes, the class of 1949 of Wadesboro High School came to the rescue. The first thing on the list was a doctor. Yep, ’ole Dix wanted a personal medicine man, so I began to dig him up one. I hop- ped into my ’49 Ford (which is an an- tique now), and ran over to Johns Hopkins. There I found none other than Dr. Becky Allen, a brain (not brainy) surgeon. After Becky promised to fill the position Dixie offered, she told me how she became a brain surgeon. While in college, it seems that she un- derwent an operation on her brain and when the ordeal was over she discovered that it (her brain) worked better so she decided to devote the rest of her life to brain surgery. She promised also to bring with her, two swell nurses and also class- “leme Wil Fell Bh ORT EGyeO Rai E GlZASS OF ‘49 WHS mates of ours, Mary Hloise Horne and Elsie Moore. For my next assignment I needed a carpenter and an interior decorator. Hon. Dixie wanted a balcony or something added to the White House, so I returned to Wadesboro to find one. It sure was wonderful to be home again, but every- thing had changed so! As I walked by the theater I recognized Auldon Lovett, who was owner of a chain of theaters and sound technician expert at M-G-M on the side. Auldon had a fine setup and while standing there talking he called attention to the feature on then. It starred three of our classmates: Allelia Gray and Agnes Gilmore, two beautuous glamour gals, fighting over Georgeous Charles Kiser pronounced Kiss—yea. I glanced in the boxoffice and found that his chief execu- tive in the ticket office was Emmy Lewis. Further on down the street, I noticed a huge modernistic structure with a sign that read, “CARS, Inc.” It turned out that Jack Pegram and William Almond owned and ran it. They bought, sold, and traded old, new, and repaired cars. They talked me into trading for a new job so I turned over my ’49 model for a newer model. While there they took me into their office and I met more of my classmates. Taking care of the books, etc., were Lows Hildreth, Willie Horne, and Vera Sings. As I walked from Shorty and Jack’s place, I noticed a huge neon sign, “WADE- 100,000 Watts—We house the Golden Voice of Radio, Dwight Stephenson.” I hurriedly entered the huge marble struc- ture and after much red tape I met Mr. Stephenson. He was the president and manager of the new station. Dwight told me many things about our old pals. He has a few working for him. Bill Coving- ton was the chief engineer of the powerful station, Sylvia Farris was his “first lady” vocalist and Ray Stiles, the Ernest Tubbs of WADE. Dwight told me about his famous two hour Sunday television show which starred a complete cast of our class. He said he was lucky enough to procure Caroline Taylor and Herbert Ingram, two musical artists of stage and screen, to play and sing and the rest of his cast (Continued on Page 50) Page 26