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

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WaHwaHtp. See “Tell us all about it,” I said, “It is so unexpected. “Well, we eloped.” she said. We knew that some of the others were suspecting as much, hut we managed to fool them. “How romantic, exclaimed Elsie as we left Hazel and her husband. To think that we have travelled all over to find excitement and Hazel found it right at home, l et's try what she did. “All right, if you get the chance, I said. Marcella Gii.i.espey. Twenty-Nine

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WaHwaHt See “Yes, 1 think she has, I said, “she is giving most of her time to society now.” Oh. how is I’earl? asked Ibbis, “How 1 would love to see her. “She is a wonderful primary teacher. 1 said, “but that does not keep her from spreading joy around Winter Haven. From Denver we went to Chicago; we went to a certain address that Elsie hap| ened to have in her purse. There we found Henry engaged in drawing cartoons for the comic section of the Chicago I ribune. What fun it was to watch him draw all kinds of fun on a piece of paj er. It reminded us of our high school days when little sheets of paper used to float around the room with funny little pictures on them. While there we noticed in the paper that Harold G. Haskell, the noted chemist, had discovered some new chemical process, but I can t explain it for 1 didn't understand it at all. Henry brought to my mind his old pal. Ellsworth, so 1 asked Henry about him. “Oh, he has become the sole owner of the business now, he said. “Of the manufacturing of Stacomb?” I asked laughing. “Do you rememlier the fun we used to have alxmt that? I ll say, exclaimed Henry, “but I’ll bet Wicker doesn’t think it’s fun now; it's work for him. We had travelled and travelled and thought we had seen about everything in the United States but we couldn't resist stopping in the mountains of North Carolina for a brief stay. It was in August and we were hunting a cool place in the mountains. We had heard that Florence Jefferies was running a large and beautiful boarding house in Hendersonville so we hunted her up at once knowing that we would receive every comfort with her. She didn't seem to have changed a bit except that she was a little taller than when we had last seen her. She told us that Katherine Sheldon was the dean in a girl's school near there. That night Elsie and I looked over the list of classmates and found that we had either seen or heard about all of them except Hazel, but we thought we would see her when we reached home for she had been away tii school. Just as we were leaving the next morning we ran into a young couple coming up the steps. We apologized and then the girl looked up; who do you suppose it was? W hy, Hazel, just the one we wanted to see. “Why, Hazel Newman, exclaimed Elsie, “what in the world are you doing here?” “Don't call her Hazel Newman for die has changed her name,” laughingly remarked the handsome young man at her side. Twenty-Eight

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