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Carolinians to serve on the
Board of Trustees; and he
served with distinction as
Moderator of the Pilot Moun-
tain Baptist Association.
We know that Mr. Scales
is a superb administrator,
because he hired me.
He possesses remarkable
powers in arbitration, be-
cause Mrs. Scales has stayed
with him all of these years.
This may, however, have
more to say about her intel-
ligence than his.
He is a true renaissance
man; by that I mean he is
still living in the fifteenth
century.
He is a musician and has
long been a member of the
American Guild of Organ-
ists; he regularly plays Mozart, and Mozart regularly loses.
He is a man of great political insight; he has thrown his full
support to Adlai Stevenson, Eugene McCarthy, George McGov-
ern, and Jimmy Carter.
He likes to travel; he likes to play a game that he calls tennis;
he likes to talk to people—who like to listen…
Finally, and I know you’re glad to hear that word, I know
there are those folks out there who say that had J.R. told me to
jump off Reynolda Hall, I would have; I know that there are
those cynics who claim that if he told me to do it today, I would;
I know that there are those who argue that I think he “walks on
water;” and I know that there are those who believe that I love
him more than any man alive.
Well, I should like to say, here and now, to all of those people
—you are damned well right!
I am depending on the subtlety of my readers to understand
that Lucas’s words capture, endearingly, certain uniquely appeal-
ing qualities in Scales’s personality that no formal eulogy like mine
could possibly have conveyed. They make me smile every time I
read them, and they make me remember fondly the President with
whom I worked for sixteen good years.
Willie Hughes and Betty Scales at the Elizabeth R. Scales
Garden at the President’s house
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