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

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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.

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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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On a corner I saw Archie — He was now a traffic cop, He had just brought in a “flivver” That a “speeder” did not stop. Edith Hendry now holds office; Oh, how wondrous wise is she! None could make a better leader Of the Aid Society. Next I saw a brilliant ball-room, Heard sweet music rise and swell, Butterflies of fashion swarmed there, Of them — Eva Mae — the belle. Frederick ’s now a well-known singer, In every city, East or West; Find his equal — this you cannot — His glorious voice has stood the test. Then, once more, the wand was lifted, And I stood inside a bank, There I saw — Niles Ray, the teller, With monied men he soon will rank. Hazel Moore had never married, Pledged not “for better or for worse”, So she enlisted with the soldiers, And served them as a Red Cross nurse. Then the little fairy whispered, “The far future you have seen, But naught have I revealed to you Of the years that lie between”. Go; bid each one be faithful, In the work he has to do, Unto his friends, his fellow-men, And to himself be true. Make each life grow pure and holy, Keep the soul without a stain, And on Resurrection morning. We all shall surely meet again. So here’s to the far off future, To the years that are past — a tear — And here’s to the twenty-five Seniors Of the nineteen-twenty year. BIRDIE TUCKER, ’20