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

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Well, the final lesson has ended, exams are over at last, The marks have all been given, and we’ve cither Hunked or passed. Now we’ll rest, and how we need it—stop work for a month or two, ’ 1 ill next September and college bring new work for us to do. The years have been short and happy—we hope they’ve been well spent, We worked and labored together, each on diploma bent. Along the pathway some joys, and along the pathway some tears, But there’s many a pleasant mem’ry to carry us through the years. At last we’ve come to Commencement—the dreaded and longed-for day, When each shall receive a diploma, then go a separate way. The way which lies before us will have some joys, some strife— ’Tis one that’s old, yet ever new—the name of that way is “Life.” May we carry on this journey the lessons we have learned— Truth, courage, honesty, and knowledge, too, well earned— With these may we go forth, confident and full of cheer, To accomplish every duty which comes with each passing year. Virginia Futcraft. ’25. Page Iwenty-liuo

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Long live the Class of ’25! May we always be as happy as we have been these four years. We entered good old W. H. H. S. as freshmen, a band of thirty-six, in ’21. This was a great moment in our lives, as we were now elevated above the masses in the grades. It is needless to say we were unafraid, for we were under the staunch reign of Rowena Nichols. We all bravely started in with Latin, and many of us attacked algebra with the ferocity of a higher upperclassman. We indulged in many class parties—the boys timidly asking for dates, the girls shyly accepting. Although it was a hard year, we made the climb, and Helen, our oustanding star, won the McLaughlin Medal, so you see we were a smart class. On May 19 we put away our books for one glorious vacation. The next, our sophomore year, was one happy, carefree year. We were under the supervision of Miss Norton, who watched over us with a steadfast eve. During this year the Cox twins ( ?) and Jean Davis joined our happy throng. Joe Keefe was our worthy president, who, with a clear voice, gave orders which we meekly obeyed. We did not lack our social hops—as we had learned to dance now. How we looked down upon the freshies in true scorn! Ah, the next year—juniors! How we did toil over our books! Rut do not think that we labored unceasingly—ah, no—we had a Valentine Fete; also we gave the seniors the annual banquet at the Florence Villa hotel. During the year Mary Pearl came to stay with us; also Edwin, who became our president the later part of the year. The success of the Valentine Fete established our business ability, and thus fostered the idea of the annual for the coming year. How proudly we entered the building as seniors on the first day of September, 1924. Who could help but recognize us now? We organized and made Joe our president. As seniors we could not let the opportunity go by of having an annual. To insure ourselves financially, we had a Senior Circus, Valentine Fete, and Senior Play, making each a success. To think this year is the end of this happy companionship! It is almost over. Our happy high school days, full of fun and study, pleasure and work, are nearing an end; but here’s hoping that our future days will be as happy as those spent in the dear old W. H. H. S. Margaret Sens’, ’25. Page tuenty-one

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For a long time I had heard of the fame of Madame Fiordispina, the noted seeress; therefore, when 1 was traveling in Bagdad, 1 decided to visit her and find out the fate of my classmates. When I arrived at her establishment, I was led into an oriental and mystic room. ’I he predominant feature here was a large crystal ball, which gave a bright, yet mysterious, note to the room. Madame Fiordispina merely motioned me to a chair in front of the ball. Quite dazed, I sat down, all the while gazing excitedly in the crystal. Suddenly there appeared in the ball a lovely little modern bungalow. An attractive woman was in the rose garden gathering flowers. Looking closer, I recognized my old classmate, Margaret Senn. From the blissful expression on her face, I knew her dream had come true, and that the fortunate man was Sam Jackson. Gradually the scene faded, and an electric sign appeared: “Beauty Parlor—Eflie Deese, Hazel Jackson.” I thought, as 1 looked at this sign, that if Kffie and Hazel could help beautify the world, they had not lived in vain. The ball slowly revolved, and 1 saw an airplane with three people in it. I recognized the pilot as Kenneth Reckcr, and the passengers as Betty and Wyatt. From their conversation, I learned that Kenneth was taking the happy pair on their honeymoon to Mars, where Ernest Trueman had developed an Oldsmar subdivision. The next scene was at Columbia University. In the throng, all in the mad pursuit for knowledge, I saw Lillian Gill, Jeannetta Harrison, Raymond Converse, and Car-son Sinclair. They were fitting themselves to educate “Young America.” In contrast to this prosaic scene a beautiful roof garden appeared. Charming women and handsome men, all on pleasure bent, were there. I was fortunate in seeing the main feature of the evening, an aesthetic dance by the Cox sisters, who were no others than Sally and A. K. They had danced into the hearts of the people of America and Europe. This picture of frivolity was replaced by one of a quieter nature—that of a large hospital. In one of the wards an attractive girl was reading poetry to a handsome man. From the adoring glance which she bestowed on him, I knew that he was a newly acquired husband. The girl I recognized as Lila Thornhill, and her husband as one of the “around the world fliers.” He had been slightly injured on one of his daring flights to Paris. Anxious to see the book that Lila was reading, I looked closer and saw that it was “Love Lyrics,” by Viola Tison. The door opened, and the nurse, whose smile would make any patient want to live longer, entered. 1 felt sure that Page tuenly-t iree