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

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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