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

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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.

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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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Again we crossed the sea, and caught a glimpse of Jamie, who was head of the Florida Lumber Trust, having made a great success in this line. My thoughts turned to Maurice, and my guide, guessing what was in my mind, said: “Now we will have a little excitement.” The shrill sound of the referee’s whistle again thrill me, as in the old school days, and before us were the teams of Pennsylvania and New York, playing for the championship of the United States. The crowd was cheering wildly, for the score was tied, and only one minute before the final whistle. Every man was doing his best, and both teams worked like well oiled machinery. The right guard for Penn State was doing especially fine work, breaking up the play every time the struggled eddied to his end of the floor. The refeiee s whistle shrilled. “Pennsylvania out.” Quickly the right guard snapped the ball back into play, but not too quickly for me to recognize our old C. H. S. star Maurice. From that instant my very soul was in the game forty-five seconds to play. Again the shrill sound. “Foul on Pennsylvania.” The New York forward picked up the ball, and with a gvin on his face, easily sent it through the basket. Pandemonium reigned fifteen seconds to play and New York one point in the lead. Knowing it was a dangerous but only chance, the Pennsylvania center signalled for the right guard to shoot. Up rose the ball at center, the Pennsylvania left guard taking it almost from the centei s hands, he passed it to Maurice, who was running swiftly down the side-line. A guard barred the way, but too late, for the ball rose in a perfect arc and swished gently through the net. A mighty yell lent the air, mingling with the time-keeper’s whistle, and Penn State and Maui ice had won!” My companion became excited and exclaimed: ‘ My time is neail.v up, so I will have to tell you of the rest. I rebelled at this and essayed to speak, but he held up a warning finger and proceeded: “Elna is now a successful teacher of language at Smith College for Women. Ethelbert, having invented a tractor, organized a company and became its head. Olivia has made a phenomenal success as an elocutionist, and is at present traveling with the Redpath Chautauqua. Ralph is a traveling salesman for Goodyear, and is one of their most valued men. Annie Mae has given her lift to the care of oiphan children and is the loved matron of a children’s home. Preston startled the agricultural world a few years back by his wondex-ful discoveries about plant life, and is giving lectures on his work all over the country. Mildred Gould has made a name for herself in the musical world, and goes every year to the largest cities to give recitals. Madeline Lentz is married, and annually visits several of the old