Winter Haven High School - Wha Hwa Hta See Yearbook (Winter Haven, FL)

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W a H w a Ht e e iPaq LYDA LERA THORNHILL Philomathcan, T9-’20-’2i; G. A. A.. ’20-'2!-'22; Glee Club, ,i9-'20-'21-’22; Le Ccrcle Francais, ’22; Winona. ’22. “Pains of love are sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.” HAROLD CHESTER WORDEN Philomathcan, 'ig-M-'n; B. A. A., 1 ’20-’2i-'22; Glee Club, ’2t-'22; President Le Cercle Francais, ’22; Tennis Club, j ’22; Treasurer Criterion. ’22 ; Social Ed- j itor Wa Hwa Hta See. ’22. v “What! will the Line stretch out to the crack of doom? FLORENCE IONE WILLARD Philomathean. ’i9-’20: G. A. A.. '20: Glee Club. ’ig-'20-'2i; Secretary Philomathean. ’21; Manager G. A. A., '21; Gass President, '2i-’22; Criterion, '22; Vice-president Glee Club, '22: Cheerleader G. A. A.. '22 ; Tennis Club. '22: Le Cercle Francais. ’22; Editor-in-Chief of Wa Hwa Hta See. ’22. Let us do or die.” WffilS Twenty-three

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WaH Wft 1921 Ht See NEWELL BENJAMIN THORNHILL Philomathean, ’i9-’20- 2i; Glee Club, ’22: B. A. A.. 22; Winona, '22. “It is tlu mind that makes the body rich.” BLANCHE YOW RAY Philomathean. i9-'20- 2i; Glee Club. ,i()-,2o-,2i-,22; (i. A. A., ’20-’2i- 22; Basket Ball. 20; Criterion. ’22; l e Cercle Francais, 22: Tennis Club. '22; Athletic E(fitor of Wa Hwa Hta See. 22. “Though this he madness, yet there’s method in it.” RAYMOND CLAYTON WAY Virden High School, Virden, 111.. iq; Excelsior, ’20-’2i : B. A. A.. 2i- 22: Criterion. ’22; Le Cercle Francais, ’22. “Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.” ETHEL VIOLET SMITH Lake Hamilton Junior High. Lake Hamilton. Fla.. 19: Excelsior. 20- 2I; (dee Club. '22: Le Cercle Francais. ’22; Winona. ’22: Assistant Art Editor of Wa Hwa Hta See. ’22. “Of manners gentle and affections mild.” Twenty-two

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WaHwaHt See Vs A 192% Morning beams are lightly touching All the earth to life and song; Softest breezes kiss the waters, Hurrying tiny waves along. Nearer, in more sheltered places, Where the blithe winds leave the lake. Shines the perfect, clear reflection, Points the path the day will take! And so clearly, o’er the waters Softly peals the echoing chime; Sounds the clarion call of service. As the goal of coming time. And we see the future nearing. With its years of work and play— Hearts within us burn, while fearing. Longing to begin the fray! As we stand with feet uncertain On the threshold of tomorrow. Fain we’d draw aside the curtain, View the future joy or sorrow— Will the even Ik as perfect As the morn has seemed to say? Or will clouds bedim the heavens. Darkening our onward way? Little destiny is shown us; Little can we tell or see— Yet I feel and yet I know it “As we make it. it shall be!” Ethel Smith. Twenty-four