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

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is emor=5umor |Dnttp O NE of the great events of the year was the party which the Class of ’20 gave the Junior Class at the “Dunedin Dodge”. Special guests who were invited were the Faculty, Mr. and Mrs. J. I. Reece and the Palmetto base ball team, who stayed over after playing the C. H. S. team in the afternoon. When the guests arrived they found the large room beautifully decorated with palms and roses. Everyone was introduced to every one else and then several games were played. Several love affairs immediately loomed near in the offing and for the benefit of all con- cerned it was decided to have some music on the subject (music hath charms to soothe the savage breast). Then more games were played and last but not least, the refreshments were served; (for further information see the Kitchen Police force). Immediately after the refreshments were served Mr. Reece gave a short but much enjoyed talk. Tt was then made known that the Palmetto boys were leaving and the girls made a rush for the door, then came back with “rosy cheek stained by salty tear”, because of this unforeseen catastrophe. All things must come to an end and so did our “Senior-Junior” party and about 12 o’clock everyone headed for home and pleasant dreams. JASPER CROWLEY, 20. Thirty-

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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

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ILafit Mill anli Cestamcnt of ttje Class of ’20 E, the Class of ’20 of the Clearwater High School, Clear- water, Florida, realizing that the sun is setting in the west upon our school life, the happiest days of our youth, do make our last will and testament, and bequeath the below-mention- ed effects as hereby stated : Je, Marie Smith, will and bequeath my shyness to Wayman Becker. Je, Leland Booth, will my tardy excuses to Goette Fussell, hoping ' they will prove satisfactory to his teachers. Je, Lucy Hartley, bequeath my good disposition to Olivia Mc- Kenzie. Je, Emory Pendarvis, do will and bequeath my desk in book- keeping, also its contents, to Margaret Jacobs, and may she form a fondness as great as I have for said articles. Je, Frederic Hubbard, do hereby will and bequeath my vocal ability to William Smythe. Je, Georgia Jackson, do bequeath my good grades in history, and fondness for same to Elvira Bolles. Je, Frank Williamson, will and bequeath my rank in athletics to Edgar Gardner. Je, Thelma Nall, bequeath my vanity case to Elbert O ' Berry, and will my curling irons to Merwyn Crowe, hoping they will prove successful. Je, Niles Ray, do hereby will and bequeath the secretaryship of most everything in school to Ronald Douglas. Je, Birdie Tucker, will my fondness for the boys to Marjorie Cordier. Je, Daniel McMullen, will and bequeath my ability for heart- breaking to Ezra Young. Je, Eva Mae Hughey, bequeath my giggle to Rudolph Morton. Je, Jasper Crowley, do will and bequeath my dignity to Lois Wyncoop. Thirty-two