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

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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

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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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position of office manager. In the same city Winnie held sway over the eighth-graders. “Next,” said the spirit, “You will see one who is loved by my world.” The scene faded and we found ourselves in the Mayo Brothers Hospital, and there was Mildred Spotts ministering to the patients. “The next visit will interest you,” said the spirit, and before us came the scene of a girl’s basketball game, and who should be the coach of the winning side but Metta, the star of C. H. S. The spirit spoke hurriedly, “Someone is calling me and I will leave you at a con- cert till I return.” So speaking he disappeared, and the sound of music came to my ears. There was a wonderful band, so large that it completely filled the great stage, and the entire audience was listen- ing with evident delight. The selection ended, the leader turned and bowed amid hearty applause, and the one whom I recognized was none other than Edwin Pemberton. “We must hurry,” said a familiar voice, “For I have been called to show another the future of his class.” My little friend was again in my pocket and we were outside in the street. A handsome woman passed, and although her face was strangely famliliar, I did not recognize her until a passerby remarked to his companion, “There goes Miss Rawls, who is considered one of the best Y. W. C. A. workers in America.” “I know you are wondering about Amelia Tucker,” said my com- panion, and there before our eyes was a magnificent library with our own Peg head librarian.” I heard the sound of a well-known voice, and looking up saw Arlos explaining a problem in Calculus to a crowd of wondering college students. Next we came to the crowded streets of New York and the spirit directed me to a newsstand where my gaze fell upon a copy of the New York Sun. There on the front page was the headline, “Miss Louise Schenck will be at the Metropolitan Opera tonight with her troupe.” Just below was a notice to the effect that Miss Laura Thomas, who had written so many interesting poems and essays was again at work after a short illness. “Paris, next stop,” gaily said the spirit, and leaving New York we found ourselves in the busiest section of that great city. My attention was attracted by a sign painted on the window, “MISS WYNKOOP, Designer. The place was filled with people and seemed to be doing a fine business. While we were standing there Lois came out, looking much the same as in the old days of ’22. “Another long jump,” said my comrade, and at a gay house party in South America, we found Janie Miller and Janie Humphreys. Soon John and Candler came in from the day’s work, for they were superintending the building of a railway, and the girls were there on a vacation.