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

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Senior Claste Jfuture S 1 wandered in the woodland, Where the flower-fairies dwell One came near and whispered to me That a secret she would tell. She led me to a mossy bank Beside a lovely, sparkling pool, It was there I learned the futures Of the Seniors of our school. She gently waved her wand before me And, behold, it came to pass, I saw before me everyone Of the nineteen twenty class. Like old “Coxey’s Army” marching, Frank Williamson far in the lead, lie was president of the Seniors — Those were good old days indeed. Thelma Nall was close beside him Oh ! I thought it would be so For they seemed to chum together In the days of long ago. Then Jasper Crowley came before me, With a Bible in his hand; He was going to some far country To convert that sinful land. I did not tell the fairy How he acted while in school, Nor that Georgia Jackson helped him When he learned the golden rule. Lucy Hartly now is clerking, Selling hosiery by the pair, You would know her when you see her By the way she wears her hair. Howard Moore ' s a traveling salesman, Fords he’s selling by the score, He can talk of carburators And of the cylinder’s perfect bore. Again that magic wand was waved, And I saw away out West, Staid Leland Booth upon a ranch, With wife and children blest.

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There were very few social activities this year, but one that we will always remember was the party at San Sara Hall. Again our class was well represented in athletics. Five men from our class are sporting “Letters” which were won last year. Four students from our class were on the Annual staff and six play- ed in the orchestra. If we had been taken out of school it would have been almost impossible to carry on the various activities in which the school participated. The year 1919-1920 finds us dignified Seniors. We have lost from and added to our group until now twenty-four of us will bid adieu to dear old Clearwater High together. The Friday evening that school closed for the Christmas holi- days, the Juniors gave a party for the Seniors and Faculty. Every one was present with flying colors, even Santa Claus was there with a present for everyone. We will all remember this e vent with pleasure. As our graduation day draws near, we realize that our high school career will soon be over. We are sad when we think of the many good times that are gone, and the many friends with whom we must part. We think of all our mistakes and how much better we could do, if we had our school life to live over again. But, after all, we have not done so badly. And we are proud when we think of all the hardships through which we have passed that we might be high school graduates. We hope and believe that our four years of hard work at dear old C. H. S. has fitted us to make this old world a better place in which to live. SARA NELSON, 20. Ircenty-seven

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1 hen I heard a bugle sounding — Saw “Old Glory” wave on high, Merle McKisson — a brave young soldier, Soon came briskly marching by. Emory — devoted mother, To her children loves to tell, Of the day she graduated And to loved classmates said farewell. Wesley looked so very gallant As he gave a stern command I was just about to greet him When the fairy raised her hand. Then I saw another picture Dear to all on earth who roam Elizabeth — a lovely wife, Contented in her happy home. The world I’m sure will lose Jeanette As a famed player on the stage, For the ring that’s on her finger Proves to all that she’s engaged. Sara Nelson long was roaming Over fields so green and wide ; Some young farmer must have wooed her And won her for his fair young bride. Now the fairy waved more swiftly And my vision seemed to flee To the great and restless city Where I found our own “D. T.” Here we also saw Harold Jacob In a big old office chair, He was president of the company, And had made his way with care. All at once, I heard some music, Low and sweet — then loud and sharp ; In a music hall I spied her — Marguerite Woodell with a harp. Marie, a long time, has been busy Teaching school in Tarpon Springs; She’s been teaching French and English And a lot of other things. Lois Sutton’s raising poultry In a far off western state ; She has never yet been married But, out there, she’ll meet her fate.