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

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pile DitC 3IIC IX K= As I was wondering who I could possibly know in China I found a rather extensive mission house, where no great wonder, Victor Logan was having his hands full, doing the great many things that are required of a missionary. Then again came the rocking, rocking of a boat and as 1 opened my eyes in a New York hospital I heard the eminent physician, Robert Boyd say cooly as he turned away, “Oh she’ll pull through alright. Outside of a few broken bones, a smashed head and a general shake up she is O. K. She can stand that easy with the iron constitution she ac- quired while working on the annual staff at C H - S ” MILDRED WYATT, T8. N £xk xk X K X K XK XK XK XK X1C

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R. R. is coming and we want him to put a spur into our town.” ‘‘Who is the President?” I asked. ‘‘The Right Honorable George Johnson, of course!” 1 thought of going to the celebration but to my unspeakable horror I found that I was still in my banquet gown. I looked around to find some place to get suitable attire, but 1 always got my gowns in Paris, so what was 1 to do? Instead of an an- swer to my question I heard the swish, swish of water against the sides of a boat and I was on a great liner entering the port of Liverpool. The captain, how he thundered out his orders and how he managed his ship! But who is the captain? None other than Julian Zimmerman. Then came Paris and the question, ‘‘Where did my agent get my clothes?” As I was strolling down one of the boulevards my eyes fell upon some dainty feminine creations. Slipping into the shop, that, certainly was the most E’lite in Paris, and whom do you suppose I saw? Verna Whittington, as was perfectly natural for she always had a knack of showing clothes ad- vantagiously. Back I went to England where I stopped among well kept grounds and extensive buildings that be- yond a doubt was a school for girls. Passing sev- eral groups of students I heard many remarks of satisfaction and happiness. As I neared the main entrance I was about to reach the conclusion that here was a model school. Upon entering the hall 1 saw printed on one of the office doors the words, ‘‘Miss Mary Shank, President.” I knew then that the school was a model. On into Scotland I went, where I suddenly came upon the grounds of an old castle. Far away across the prfectly kept lawn I saw a couple strol- ling leisurely along. They did not interest me until 1 saw the gentleman quite naturally remove his monacle and it was Waller Smith. Oh, Waller, you have improved greatly in the ease with which you manage your monacle since the days you used to practice so laborously with a piece of twisted wire in study hall! I had wandered far and was standing, admiring the beautiful scenery when some one near me called out, ‘‘Won’t you please move to one side a little? I can’t get a straight line with you standing there.” I moved, and there was Gavin Douglas. He was surveying the old Douglas estate, and he re- told the bit of familiar Scotch history that had taken place on this very spot. What a contrast were those dirty little Chinese streets with the bracing air of Scottish Highlands! XIC XK X

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ZHkZ Dil C- HKZ Tlie Senior- SENIORS, pondering upon an appropriate vly way in which to entertain the Juniors, hit upon the plan of the Tacky Party. So, on Novem- ber 23rd the whole Junior class, attended by the Faculty, arrived at seven thirty, the specified time. Oh, the costumes! There are not enough words to describe them. Mildred, as Miss Cynthia Perkins, received the guests. We then passed around light refreshments of all-day suckers, chewing-gum, peanuts and ice-water punch. The crowd divided into three groups and played “Up Jinks” and the school shook with the laughter of the participants. Then we all lined up for “Cross Questions and Silly Answers.” Miss Rich and Mildred did not join in the fun but judging from the sounds of uncontrol- lable laughter which came from their corners, they enjoyed it as much as the players. Candy was passed around and the boys and girls matched pieces to find partners for supper. This time we served sandwiches and orange juice, the Domestic Science room furnishing the granite dishes for the beverage. After supper prizes were awarded to the tack- Junior Party iest boy and the tackiest girl. Mr. Lunder and Ida Seals were the lucky ones. The prizes were bottles of exquisite (?) Cologne. Then we played “Snake.” This game, I be- lieve, gave the Juniors the idea that we Seniors were not as dignified as we made out we were, for they treated us from then on as equals, not as superiors. The evening was finished with a game of “Wink’ um.” We had in order to let the Juniors know how to act without having to undergo the embarrassment of being openly reproved, put up signs all over the room upon which were written pretty plain hints. Upon one was, “No Winking Allowed.” Now this sign made it very uncomfort- able for us; here we had proposed a game that would force our guests either to disregard our signs or to stay out of the game. One of our fellow students hit upon a wise plan. He removed the sign, unseen by the Juniors, and unhindered by this hint, they enjoyed the game immensely. It did the students good to see Mr. Breeden wink at the girls. Mr. Breeden being the last person one would ex-