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

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Senior Farewell $ $ We are Seniors, friends and classmates, And “adieu,” we soon must say; But our hearts are ever loyal, To the crimson and the gray. You say we count the hours till, That great Commencement Day? Yes! But as the time draws nearer, Swifter goes each passing day. Four years we’ve toiled together, Plodding onward toward success, Always mindful of our object, “Do your best for ,C. H. S.” We have tried and struggled onward, Some of us may work in vain, But we’ll help to crown with laurels, Those, who honors shall obtain. We do not like the day of parting, When we’ll draw one lonesome sigh, And say farewell to dear old classmates, And depart from Clearwater High. We must not forget that others, Juniors, Sophomores, Freshmen, all, Will most too soon be Seniors, And our parting they’ll recall. Let us make our farewell, classmates, Not a sad one, but be gay. That we ever will be mindful. Of the Crimson and the Gray. So farewell, dear High School classmates, As we’re tried, so may you try, To honor and respect the name Of old Clearwater High. —LAURA THOMAS. Twenty-four

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year and determined to do our best the two remaining years. Among the missing was one who had been with us for a long time. Illness caused her absence and Monna’s death was a great sorrow to us all. Among the many successful social events of this year was the Junior-Senior Hallow’een Frolic, given at the home of Miss Amelia Tucker. Need I speak of it. You can imagine the splendid success it proved. We, the Juniors, entertained the Seniors ’mid garlands of old rose and silver at the Sea Ora Lodge with a formal reception. Naturally it proved a success for the class of ’22 presided as hostess ! On September 12, 1921, we answered the call of books and came once more for the last time, to be enrolled as students of the C. H. S. We then occupied the seats at the west side of the Assembly, and our class showed up fine as we launched forth in our Senior year. Basket Ball season brought out loyal Senior players and rooters. Both teams were practically composed of Seniors and brought much honor to the Class of ’22 and to the High School. Our social events started off with a “jump” by the Juniors giving the Seniors a masquerade party at the home of Elizabeth Cornwell. The evening was spent in playing “kid” games and refreshments of cheese wafers, fruit salad and punch were served. We surprised the school by giving a “Mock” Christmas tree and presents were given to the Faculty, Juniors and the presidents of the other two classes. To the Freshman President, Ruth Mighell, was given a bottle of milk with a large green ribbon tied around it, and the Sophomore President, Palma Hamilton, received a pair of specta- cles. Various other presents were received. In January, we gave the Juniors a party at the Community House which seemied to be enjoyed by all present. We were royally entertained by the Juniors with a reception at the Sunset Point Tavern, April 28th, and w’hat a menu ! It certainly was devoured by all present. This winds up our history as C. H. S. students. No matter how full our lives may become as the years quickly pass by, the events of the four years at Clearwater High will always be a cherished memory. —MILDRED GOULD, ’22. Twenty- three

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Senior Oracle $ s $ There on the table lay a book, bound in the forbidding colors of death, black, and the title though short conveyed to my mind unpleas- ant memories and dire forebodings. Yes, tomorrow would tell the tale — pass in Physics and graduate, or fail and flunk. The clock stared at me as I looked up, as if it was thinking that eleven p. m. was pretty late for a fellow to be staying up who expected a hard test the next day. But I had to study or failure was a foregone con- clusion, so I resigned myself to fate, wearily picked up the book and settled back in the chair for another hour’s study. I was working along trying to salt down enough knowledge to pass tomorrow’s quiz, when my thoughts began to turn toward my school pals. One more week and we should separate, scattering to the uttermost parts of the earth. Where would we be, and what would each of us be doing in five years? Thoughts of the old school days, Physics and the future chased themselves around in my mind. I turned a page and yawned, for I was sleepy. Suddenly my flesh began to creep, for the page that 1 had just turned began slowly and evenly to turn back again and there stood a tiny little man with a cheery, sophisticated countenance. He gave me a reassuring smile and said, “I have just received a thought — telegram from you wishing for my presence that you might learn what the future held in store for your companions.” I struggled to speak and he noticing it said, “No, don’t try to talk, for if you do I will depart and then you will have no knowledge of the future. I am the only spirit tha t can tell the future. The king of spirits appointed me and every year I tell one of every graduating class the future of his comrades.” Being very proud of the honor bestowed upon me, I resolved to keep silent and hear the future. “To get down to business (and he was a very business-like little fellow), I believe you desire to see your companions as they will be five years from now. Now pick me up and place me in your pocket, for we are going on a journey.” I quickly placed him in my pocket, his head just reaching over the top. Immediately we were in a large auditorium, where Willie Lou, dean of the college was talking to a crowd of attentive girls. Next the spirit conducted me to a large office where Vida Hudson held the Twenty-five