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

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Virgil sometimes in spite of her studious disposi- tion. Here’s luck to you, Edna. About Christmas time Homer White, of Ohio, realizing the uselessness of freezing to death up there, decided to seek the “Sunny Southland.” We gladly welcomed him into our class and al- though we have not known him as long as the others, he has found a place in the friendship of every member. He has an inclination toward athletics, and plays baseball much more enthusi- astically than he tackles the problems of higher algebra. We are glad the Land of Flowers has had such an attraction for you, Homer, other- wise we might not have been honored by your presence in our class. Since there may be a few individuals in the world who do not know Blanche Cordier I will undertake to tell them a little about her. There are few girls who could have added as much life and individuality to the class as she has. She is one who never depends on other’s opinions, and although she is from Missouri she never has to be shown. She came to us in our Sophomore year and has since then been greatly admired and loved by all. Her delightful music is ever restful and inspiring, and oh, those ‘‘art creations” which her fingers can produce. But let us not discour- age her by laughing, for she really is a great car- toonist. When we have all separated we shall al- ways think of Blanche with the tenderest recol- lections. . Paris had his Helen, and so have we. Helen — the dignity and gaiety of the class at the same time. Several years ago “this little Ch ase” start- ed her career as a schoolgirl in Memphis, Tennes- see. There she gained as much knowledge as seemed possible, and then came to Clearwater to seek new heights to scale, new fields to conquer. Since then she has been one of the brightest and surest students of her class. Those who have known her but slightly have felt her charm and those whose privilege it has been to know her in- timately have been enriched thereby, for her friendship is more to be desired than rubies and much fine gold. May the fates ever smile on you Helen with showers of good luck. Why should I attempt to chronicle the minor details of the class history when such an import- ant personage as the Class President appears on the scene? I am not quite sure that I am capable of tackling such a deep subject. Victor Manget joined our ranks in the Sopho- more year. His Latin was wonderful and all the Cicero Class sat up and took notice of the

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Ah, indeed it was — a year never to be forgotten. We might travel far and wide, searching in vain for one more brilliant, truer to her class, or more loyal to her school. Lora’s favorite quotation is, . “Serve yourself, if you would be well served.” She was never known to waste a moment of her time; she believes in getting all that can be gotten out of school. With all her brilliancy and learn- ing she is one of the jolliest “little pieces” in our class, and with her wonderful brain and matchless beauty we can hardly perdict how great she may some day become. There was once a little brown-eyed girl with curly hair — in fact, there were several of them — but none like Laura Nelson. She has been with us all thru our course, and it is hard to imagine how we could have possibly done without her. She has been very studious and won much honor by her “stick-to-it-tive-ness.” Domestic Science has been especially inviting to Laura ; we wonder why? It is no wonder that she has made good in this department, for she is one of the daintiest little creatures imaginable, and her deft fingers can produce the most wonderful pieces of work- manship. Laura’s rarity and charms are greatly admired by us all and she will linger with us, as we go thru life, a beautiful memory. But this history would not be complete without recording the life and works of Mary Evans — she that entrancer and charmer of Man. For seven years she has attended Clearwater public schools and has invariably been a faithful student and steady worker. Now as the sad time approaches when we must part, we can not but wonder where we will find our dark-eyed b eauty in years to come. Whether it will be upon the suffragette platform, winning many people to her convic- tions, or charming some one person — the Colonel — with those wonderful ways, I cannot say. However, to whatever duty the fates may call her, she has the love and best wishes of her class. It is hard to say what we would have done without Edna Sheridan, for surely without her our school life would have been dull. She is so cheerful and good-natured that the darkest day does not drive the cheerfulness from her nature. Twelve years ago she entered school here, then a delicate looking vision, with her fair face and luxuriant brown curls. In all these years she has been the same sunny-natured girl. Nor does she fail to study — she believes if a lesson is worth studying at all it is worth getting well. But I mustn’t fail to tell you that she loves to “cut”

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new student from Atlanta. He has been a dili- gent student and hard and long has he striven for the laurel wreath which fate has promised shall be his. With such a genius in our midst, is it any wonder that the world has been so changed and reformed thru our far-reaching influence? But now as the time approaches when we shall separate and leave our school there is sadness in our midst. We shall not only be deprived of our student friends but also the Faculty, all of whom have taken the deepest interest in us. And now as we are about to leave this pleasant school life and enter life’s great school, we raise one long, loud shout in praise of our beloved Alma Mater. “The Class of ’ 1 6 now reminds us We can make our lives sublime; And departing leave behind us, Foot-prints on the sands of time. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.” —ida McMullen, i6.