Clearwater High School - Aqua Clara Yearbook (Clearwater, FL)

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new student from Atlanta. He has been a dili- gent student and hard and long has he striven for the laurel wreath which fate has promised shall be his. With such a genius in our midst, is it any wonder that the world has been so changed and reformed thru our far-reaching influence? But now as the time approaches when we shall separate and leave our school there is sadness in our midst. We shall not only be deprived of our student friends but also the Faculty, all of whom have taken the deepest interest in us. And now as we are about to leave this pleasant school life and enter life’s great school, we raise one long, loud shout in praise of our beloved Alma Mater. “The Class of ’ 1 6 now reminds us We can make our lives sublime; And departing leave behind us, Foot-prints on the sands of time. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.” —ida McMullen, i6.

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Virgil sometimes in spite of her studious disposi- tion. Here’s luck to you, Edna. About Christmas time Homer White, of Ohio, realizing the uselessness of freezing to death up there, decided to seek the “Sunny Southland.” We gladly welcomed him into our class and al- though we have not known him as long as the others, he has found a place in the friendship of every member. He has an inclination toward athletics, and plays baseball much more enthusi- astically than he tackles the problems of higher algebra. We are glad the Land of Flowers has had such an attraction for you, Homer, other- wise we might not have been honored by your presence in our class. Since there may be a few individuals in the world who do not know Blanche Cordier I will undertake to tell them a little about her. There are few girls who could have added as much life and individuality to the class as she has. She is one who never depends on other’s opinions, and although she is from Missouri she never has to be shown. She came to us in our Sophomore year and has since then been greatly admired and loved by all. Her delightful music is ever restful and inspiring, and oh, those ‘‘art creations” which her fingers can produce. But let us not discour- age her by laughing, for she really is a great car- toonist. When we have all separated we shall al- ways think of Blanche with the tenderest recol- lections. . Paris had his Helen, and so have we. Helen — the dignity and gaiety of the class at the same time. Several years ago “this little Ch ase” start- ed her career as a schoolgirl in Memphis, Tennes- see. There she gained as much knowledge as seemed possible, and then came to Clearwater to seek new heights to scale, new fields to conquer. Since then she has been one of the brightest and surest students of her class. Those who have known her but slightly have felt her charm and those whose privilege it has been to know her in- timately have been enriched thereby, for her friendship is more to be desired than rubies and much fine gold. May the fates ever smile on you Helen with showers of good luck. Why should I attempt to chronicle the minor details of the class history when such an import- ant personage as the Class President appears on the scene? I am not quite sure that I am capable of tackling such a deep subject. Victor Manget joined our ranks in the Sopho- more year. His Latin was wonderful and all the Cicero Class sat up and took notice of the

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Senior-Tffuttior Iftallowe’en, flatly N Friday morning, October 30, 1913, Prof. Reece called a meeting of the Junior Class and informed them that their con- duct was not to be endured, and as they were be- yond his control he would call in some one to talk to them. The Seniors, unnoticed, had come in, and Victor Manget, their president, surprised the trembling Juniors by inviting them to a mask Hallowe’en party to be held Saturday night on the Hansen lawn on South Fort Harrison Avenue. The invitation was then extended to the Faculty. From 7:30 to 8:00 o’clock the guests came, dressed in various amusing costumes, which were set off to advantage by the light from a large bon- fire and numerous Japanese lanterns. The first half hour was spent in guessing “who was who, and why.” Mr. Smith, who was not masked, was surrounded by unknown friends and tried in vain to secure some clew by which to identify them. When the bon-fire had burned to coals all gathered around to roast marsh-mallows. When the masks were removed it was found that many grave mistakes had been made in the guessing. While still around the fire the “stunt ball” was produced and the first stunt paper unrolled, called for Mr. Smith to stand on his head. This he would have done with grace and pleasure had his feet not been too heavy. Many other stunts were performed by the students. One of the most interesting of all was Mr. Reece’s story of how he fell in love with Mrs. Reece, told in his interest- ing and characteristic way. After this the jolly crowd gathered around a large tub and “bobbed for apples.” Then all went to “Madam Rice’s” fortune tent and listened to many queer fates. While the guests were discussing their fortunes and misfortunes, refreshments, consisting of punch and cake, were served to them by the Junior girls. Instead of dispersing immediately, under the able leadership of Sergeant Smith and his aid-de- camp, “Peanut,” the company marched down Fort Harrison Ave. and thru Harbor Oaks to see that various members of the company arrived safely home. —HELEN CHASE, ’16.