Gainesville High School - Hurricane Yearbook (Gainesville, FL)

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Senior Class History Oh Pearl! what's your hurry? VVait a minute and we will all go together. I turned to see who was calling me. There came Yeteva and Lizzie. Why, no hurry at all. I'll go on though and get my books. You wait at the next corner for me. NYill you? On my return, whom should I see but Lucille, Eva, and Berniece, all talking of the bright prospects of the day. NYe had not gone far when a Green little maiden approached and asked the way to the Gainesville High School. Were going there now. Come along with us, said a chorus of voices. After talking awhile we discovered her name was Lula May Green and that she was to be one of our number. VVe arrived on the school grounds a little early. Very impatiently we awaited the familiar ring of the school-bell. XYhile waiting we heard a merry whistle in the distance and turning to see from what source it came, we saw Jimmie coming toward us. Ours was a happy little crowd, made merrier by a host of others, all prepared to enter the promised land. The first thing to attract our attention was the Cassels. Not the loftiness thereof, but the sure founda- tion! Each morning we made a pleasant but a profit- able visit to the Cassels, and in troublous times they were our only protection. Next we entered the fields of Algebra, English, Latin, and English History. A few thought the Science field more attractive. Of course there were more trees and flowers, but the bugs were there, too. Sometimes the road seemed long and tiresome, but our guides were always faithful, encouraging us with words of cheer. Soon we had outgrown the name Freshmen and changed it to Sophomore Our explorations were still quite favorable, but Caesar led us into the quick- sands. While struggling to extricate ourselves, we were amazed by the appearance of a bright star. This new star proved to be Katie Bellah, who thought it best to shed her brightness in the field of Science. Not long after this another maiden joined our company. Her name was Eleanor. Taking in the situation at once, pleasure has been her motto ever since. But notwithstanding all this, her bril- liancy has not been suppressed. There was no delay in organizing a Sophomore basketball team. It became the champion team of the Gainesville High School, and though the class as a whole was not athletic, each succeeding year the captain of the team has been a member of our class. At last the long lane of Algebra turned into Geometry and Caesar left us in the care of Cicero. Though he was always quarreling he never caused a single disturbance with the juniors. By leading us to more substantial places, he made us determined never to leave the fields of Latin until Virgil should bid us a formal farewell. When the gates of Physics were unlocked we tripped in, looking from one side to the other to make

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Senior Poem Gainesville High School4 Senior Class. A group that by the skin of their teeth did pass! In number this class is an even dozeng Now our special, she makes a baker's dozen. Each one has a special trait ol' his own, So through this poem each one shall be known. Vivacious Lulu comes first to my mind. In History class, her Virgil you'll find, Latin demands so much time and attention. Little we get of our own invention, Except Olga, who deserves honorable mention. High School boys are unfortunately fewg lt's a pleasure to us to know we have two. Great investigators are lf red and Jimmie, our boysg Here's hoping they'll receive their share of life's joys. Sweet and serene is Berniece our musician, 'Cause she's a favorite in any position. Happy-goelucky, laughing Yeteva, Our smartest one, and the gay deceiver. Our class can boast of an artist too. Lively Eva, the prettiest. they say, and we know Some of our girls have appetites alarming, Especially lileanor, although she is charming. Never does Katie join in the feast, Indeed she is GOOD, to say the least. Our special Lucille has a note like a bird, Rich music it is, when her voice is heard. Chums, always together, happy as larks, Lizzie and Pearl-who make good marks, And last but not least is this poet OJ-Nit! She knows that brevity is the soul of wit, S0 she will sign her name and quit. 'tis trite -lXlANIllC li. GIBISONS.

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sure we were not on dangerous grounds. XYe were terrified by the thunder and lightning, after which the rainbow appeared more beautiful. The light never hurt our eyes, but once we were shocked by electricity. Some days music would fill the ain Harmony and discord were mixed together. On our departure from the Physictal? Fields, we felt quite experienced. XYe also became acquainted with the great American writers. In all of our Junior experiences, we were accom- panied by Mamie Gibbons, who burnt the midnight oil night after night. Promotion comes not from the North, nor South, the East nor the VVest. but directly from headquarters. Ours came in due time, and on October 7th, eleven of us entered the Senior class at once. When we reached the door, two strangers were awaiting admittance. They were Olga and Fred, two illustrious graduates from the Lamosophian Institute of Micanopy, Florida. Thirteen members of the class of Nineteen Thirteen. Thirteen, that unfortunate number, yet to us as to our great president, XVilson, fortunate, and if the Fates smile on us in like manner, like him, we are destined to rise. Per aspera ad astra. Already Fortune favors us by granting all of the privileges of Seniors. A splendid class, the guides say. Never better material has entered the land of knowledge, but one great fault-they are lacking in class spirit, but why is this so when the other classes have set such a good example? Our answer is that history does not always repeat itself, and we are among those who follow their own instruction. We soon settled down to work. The first thing we did was to organize the class. Yeteva Rogers was chosen president, Lula May Green, secretary, and Berniece DeLand, treasurer. The great problem before us was, NVhat can this class do to make itself memorable? VVhy not begin an annual? It would secure for us a lasting reputation. At once we went to work. For days in succession, an interesting class meeting would be held at recess. Dif- ferent committees were appointed and a splendid staff chosen. All of our time has not been taken up in the Annual. Some time was spent in keeping up with the wanderings of Aeneas, but at times, like the beloved Creusa, we were unable to follow in the footsteps of the renowned hero. We have stumbled over the logs of Trig. We have become better acquainted with the great heroes of American History, together with the great writers of English Literature. The long discuse sions in Civics were always interesting, but Bookkeepv ing was altogether Dutch We have come to the border of this vast land. Our explorations are ended. The last class meeting has been held. So ends the history of the class of Nineteen Thirteen.