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

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XJC XK XK P K =XK= IX iC djk: Z HC IX 1C X 0 0 Senior Class Propliecij, 19 OR THREE hours I had been studying Vir- gil. I had seen Aeneas go to the cave of the Cumean Sybil. I had heard him ask her concern- ing his future and the city which he was to found. Slowly the clock chimed the hour of midnight. My Virgil book slipped unheeded to the floor and with a weary sigh 1 closed my eyes leaving Aeneas watching his descendants pass before him. How I envied the mighty Trojan with his privilege of looking into the future. Still pondering upon this I fell asleep and so great an impression had my studying and my envy made upon my mind that they followed me into my dreams. 1 stood by a huge, black cave, the abode of the Cumean Sybil. I entered and was confronted by the Sybil herself. “What would you have?” she croaked. Speak! who’s past, present or future would you know? Without a moment’s hesitation I replied: I would see the class of 1 9 1 9 in the year 1 934.’’ The Sybil turned to a tall, veiled figure, which I hadn’t noticed before. “Show her the class of 1 91 9 of Clearwater High School fifteen years from now,’’ the old hag com- manded. 3 Hardly had the command left the Sybil’s lips when I was lifted as though I were a feather and with my guide I sailed out of the cave on the air. “Close your eyes,’’ said the spirit, and do not open them ’till 1 give the signal. What was that sound, haunting and wonderful? Crooning sweetly as a mother s lullaby it rose, then softly it died away on the stillness. A great clap- ping of hands followed and the spirit and 1 stopped At a word from my guide I opened my eyes. I was in an immense opera house. On one of the exquisitely tapestried boxes I saw the arms ot the royal family of England. From that box boquets were being tossed to the stage. There, receiving all this homage and praise, stood a young wonder. In her hand was a rare, old cremond. As she turn- ed toward me I, with a cry of joy, recognized my old chum, Ida Seals. No sooner had I recognized Ida than I was whisked out of the building. Again I opened my eyes. I was in circus tent and the manager was talking. “Our most famous merry-maker. Re- nowned from one end of the earth to the other. No sooner had he finished than in came a clown. And what a clown ! Every glance and movement X 0 o 0 0 X MK= =XK= = iK= DUC Z KZ XK XK X K K j IOKZZXK