Wendell High School - Yearbook (Wendell, NC)

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T BAND Front row (left to right) Jimmy Buchanan, Elmo Bunn, Le ' Roy Clark, Harry Pearce, Roy Watson, Carlton Satterfield, Travis Rhodes, and Billy Britt. Second row (left to right) Westray Brantley — drum major, N. G. Dean, Bill Johnson, Martha Mattox, Roberta Martin, Marguerite Hester, Susie Hester, Randolph Puckett, and Ruth Hinnant. Between (left to right) Albert Wells, Donald W. Alphin, and Richard Brantley. Third row (left to right) Allen MacDonald, Bill Conoley, Donald W. Thomas, Bill Roberts, Lynwood Jones, Bill Anderson, Ernest An- derson, Jr., and Herbert Ramsey. Back row (left to right) Lesley Pearce, Mr. McDuffie — director, and Danny Horton. GIRLS’ GLEE CLUB Front row (left to right) Lyda Mae Faison, Mary Charlotte Todd, and Roberta Martin. Second row (left to right) Lorraine Herndon, Renda Roberson, Norma Liles, Maxine Knott, Martha Mattox, Gladys Yancey , Helen Mattox, and Ethel Hinnant. Back row (left to right) Inez Perry, Mary Frances Todd, Evelyn Thomas, Loree Strickland, Susie Hester, and Jeannette Mattox. Center back — Mr. H. T. Mc- Duffie — director.

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CLASS PROPHECY OF 1937 By Frances Cash Ten years from today I see a great throng gathered in the lobby of the Hotel Plaza in New York City, and soon I see none other than Susie Hester and her orchestra with Norma Liles as vocalist — the country’s best orches- tra. I see for you, Danny Horton, and several others a brilliant future in Washington, D. C. I see you, President of the United States ; W. H. Medlin, Secretary of State ; and beside you I see Lyda Mae Faison as your very at- tractive private secretary. Outside, your chauffeur, Marshall Liles, awaits you. I see you, Mildred Mason, as head nurse of a baby clinic in Richmond, Va. Miss Rjgsbee, after having abandoned your career as a famous Hollywood designist, I see you married and living happily over in Wakefield, N. C. And in Los Angeles, I see you, Mildred Vaughan, as you land at the airport after having broken the air-speed record. We are not surprised, Miss Yancey, that after two years of teaching history and several years of studying music, you are proclaimed the best singer in Radio City. Clarence Jeffreys, you have risen to fame as a base- ball player — even more so than Lou Gehrig. Ethel Hinnant, over at Columbia University you very capably fill the librarian’s position and there are rumors that a certain professor there — must I tell you more ? Mary Alice Weathers, you should be happy over in Red Springs as secretary and wife of one of the prom- inent business men there. Roberta Martin, I see a brilliant future for you as a writer. Your life will be happier than most writers and your name will go down in history beside Louisa M. Al- cott’s. As publisher of “The Dixie”, the South’s best maga- zine, Matred Bunch, I see success and happiness for you. And for you Evelyn Thomas a brilliant success as the owner of a chain of “Fairy Touch” beauty parlors, in which I see Fannie Mae Painter, the manager. Iva Finch, you cannot but enjoy your profession as a famous dietitian at the Hotel Roosevelt in New York City, and your companionship with Annie Laura Wilson, the stenographer there. Miss Perry, I see you in a beautiful little bungalow at Fort Bragg as wife of one of the commanders of the U. S. Army. Etherlene Carter, you shall continue to prove loyal to humanity and the education of your state, for you shall be engaged as one of the head nurses at the University of North Carolina Infirmary. Mildred Dean, I see you traveling about over the country as a stenographer, managing the affairs of Susie Hester and her orchestra. Gazing farther South to Miami, I witness there in a popular Dance Hall a sign stating that you have become manager of “The Dance Inn”, Hilliard Anderson.