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

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Hie Se O N FEBRUARY 17, 1919, the Seniors showed their appreciation of the faculty by giving them a really good feast. It seemed to help their feeling wonderfully, for there were no more scowls that day. At 12:30 sharp, every Senior made his way to the domestic science room, where the eats were stored. There was some little trouble in per- suading the boys to wait for the Faculty, but the delinquents soon arrived and everyone went to work very heartily. The girls of the class surely showed their ability as cooks. Olives, sandwiches, ice cream, cake and grapejuice were served, and the ice cream was es- nor Feast pecially acceptable. After the feast Prof. Reece gave a demonstration of his ability as an orator. He made a wonderful speech about everything in gen- eral and nothing in particular. But the lunch period was soon ended and we were sorry for once to see the Faculty leave. Being Seniors, the class was allowed to stay downstairs part of the afternoon and wash dishes. A few boys were not familiar with this task, so they were given am ple opportunities to learn the art. But all good things must come to an end, and the feast finally did, to the sorrow of all. FRED KILGORE, 19.

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xk i k — xk — ■ Mk m Encore!” split the air. 1 looked at the prima donna and could have wept for joy. Before me bowing and smiling as sweetly as she had in C. H. S. days stood Lula May receiving the homage due her. After the storm of applause had ceased a name appeared on the back of the stage in gold letters. “Madamoiselle Fusselle.” Breathless, I waited. I heard some one whisper, “She’s been acknowledg- ed by Paderewski as his successor as world’s great- est pianist and everyone else says that she’s his superior, ”as a young lady walked out on the stage. Oh, that dainty air! Could I ever forget it? She music began. No one can describe it. It rose full and strong until it filled the whole room and one felt the exquisite vibrations. Then slowly it grew softer till it sounded like a soft breeze. As the music ceased and the musician stood to receive her deserv- ed tribute I recognized my old school mate, Lucille Fussel, our wonderful pianist in C. FI. S. days. “To think,” I sighed, “what wonderful homes my old friends must have.” No sooner had the words left my lips than I found myself outside a gorgeous building. A neat- ly engraved sign read: “Bachelor Girl Apartments.” “There,” whispered my guide, “There live your friends.” The strains of a waltz and the sound of many feet gliding over a floor fell tantalizingly on my ears. A worried voice kept saying: “one-two-three- four.” I opened my eyes. I was in an exquisitely ax X K ... -H K I K HK XK furnished room. It was evidently a dancing studio. A tall man, dressed in immaculate attire was trying to teach a young girl how to dance. He was work- ing hard trying to count loud enough to be heard above the chatter of his pupils. The couple whirl- ed and the teacher’s face was turned toward me. I gasped and stared incredulously. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Who would have thought in C. H. S. days that our quietest boy, Fred Kilgore, would ever be a celebrated dancer. Why was everyone so excited? People were running here and there. Suddenly a band began to play, I then realized that a parade was coming. “What is it for?” I asked my guide. “A friend of yours,” the spirit answered. He is a great political leader, the greatest power in the Senate, a man feared and respected by the whole world. Look upon him and see if you do not rec- ognize your school mate.” I looked and there, bowing and smiling, stood Paul Bolles. I wasn’t very much surprised for Paul always had been an expert bluffer. Again I stood in the Sybil’s cave. My tour was finished. “But my future,” I wailed!” May I not see my own future?” “Nay,” croaked the Sybil, “that I may not tell you. But I promise you it will be to your liking.” There my dream ended. ARDYS POPPLER, ’19.

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Last Will and Testament of tlie Class of 19 E, 1 HE Senior class of ’19, being of sound mind and memory, but having been told that on May 9th, we will cease to exist, we desire to make our last will and testament and bequeath the following effects in the way, so stated below: Item: Edwin Rousseau wills and bequeaths his dignity and sarcasm to Merle McKisson, hoping that future teachers will appreciate the gift. Item: Lois Freeman wills and bequeaths her ability as a brilliant student to David Duncan. Item: Paul Bolles wills and bequeaths his desk in Geometry room by Marguerite to Niles Ray. Item: Edith Compton wills and bequeaths her curls and charming ways to Emma Smallwood. Item: Everad Mann wills and bequeaths his affections for a certain Sophomore girl to Merle McKisson. Item: Lula May Beckett wills and bequeaths her giggles to Jesse Grant. Item: George Selby wills and bequeaths his ability for heart-breaking to D. T. McMullen. Item: Ardys Poppler wills and bequeaths what is left of her stick candy to Inez Breckenridge, on condition that it is not to be dropped on the floor any more during chapel period. Item: Fred Kilgore wills and bequeaths his sweet glances and lovely airs to Frank Williamson. Item: Lucile Fussell wills and bequeaths her love of Physics to Frederick Hubbard. Item: Ida Seals wills and bequeaths her slen- derness to Mamie Ella Osbourne. Item: The entire Senior class wills and be queaths their privileges (?), dignity, and the Sen- ior row to the coming Senior Classes. We hope that by these gifts the High School will profit. Signed and acknowledged by the class of 1919 of Clearwater High School, as their last will and testament, this 3rd day of April, A. D. 1919. IDA SEALS, ’19.