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

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Lila would not want to trust this handsome husband to any nurse except her friend, (Jrace Cunningham. My surmise was correct. Again the ball revolved, and a typical artist’s studio, rather Bohemian in its atmosphere, appeared. In this room were two more of my classmates, Jean Davis and Helen Liesgang. Jean had just finished her chef d’oeuvre, and as a reward had been admitted to the Academy of Arts. Helen was using her wonderful musical talent and was now playing at one of the largest broadcasting stations in the world. This interesting picture vanished and a street in a hurrying, bustling city came into view. A great crowd of people was going in the Eldo Auditorium to hear the famous Robert Holmes lecture on the subject, “Men Have More Brains Than Women.” 1 smiled knowingly and turned my attention to a book store. In the window there was an attractive display of the season’s best books. Imagine my astonishment when I saw here a book written by Elsa Strack entitled, “How to Reduce Without Weary Exercise, L'nnecessary Diet, or Patent Medicine.” As this street disappeared, I remembered that all these wonderful buildings had been planned by Alfred Hills, now a famous architect. Alfred’s plans had been executed by (Jerald Jester, the noted contractor. The next picture made me homesick, as it was the governor’s mansion in Florida. In the beautiful morning room were Virginia Flitcraft, now governor of Florida, and Ruth Richards, her private secretary. Neither looked as if the affairs of state weighed heavily upon them. Following this was a scene in a bachelor's apartments. Of course 1 knew that the bachelor was Edwin Beasley. He now lived in ease and contentment, having won fame and fortune from his scientific discovery that “one may prolong life and happiness for many, many years, by avoiding all love affairs.” After this glimpse of single blessedness, was a picture of a directors’ meeting. Looking at the men seated around the table, I recognized several of the powerful magnates of Wall Street. To my surprise and pleasure, 1 saw that the most prominent one was Joe Keefe, our class president. Joe was directing these great financiers with as much case as he had directed the members of the Class of ’25. The picture faded. The spell was broken. I had glimpsed the future of all my classmates. I breathed a sigh of satisfaction as I realized what a truly wonderful class it was—out of all the members, not one failure. Mary Pearl Moores, ’25. Page twenty-four

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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

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WA Class Will E, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and 1 wenty-Five, of Winter Haven High School, town of Winter Haven, County of Polk, State of Florida, by reason of the incessant proddings of our intellect by th? unmerciful teachers for four years, are reduced to a state of feebleness. As a result, we are at times deprived of our proper reasoning powers. Thus, realizing that our end is near, and that those who have looked to us for guidance for four years will be thrown into a state of remorse and demoralization because of our sad and silent departure, we do make this, our last will and testament, hereby annulling all others by us heretofore made. First—It is our will that all our unjust and unpaid debts be given to the seniors of nineteen hundred and twenty-six, to be duly paid by them. Also to the seniors of nineteen hundred and twenty-six we leave our lofty position, our devotion to duty, and full permission to give the annual Valentine Fete, these gifts to be handed down in turn to their successors. To the sophomores, our sister class, we give our class colors, said colors being red and white; red, a symbol of loyalty to Winter Haven High School, and white for the purity of our ideals. These colors, and the ideals for which they stand, we have kept and cherished throughout our high school days. To the freshmen we hereby leave our class pep and spirit, on condition that the combination wins the first football game of the ensuing term. Second—I, Grace Cunningham, do bequeath my desk full of valuable notes, and also the ancient chewing gum in reservation underneath, to Marjorie Adams. Third—I, Robert Holmes, sole proprietor of the hot-air system of the Winter Haven High School, do hereby appoint as my successor, Samuel Jackson. Fourth—After due consideration, I, Sallie Cox, leave my title, “Baby of the Class,” to Julia Ellen Norton. Fifth—I, Ruth Richards, leave to Jack Igou my perfect conduct in history class and my unquestionable absences from school. Sixth—After careful observations of the various fashions that are displayed daily at school, I, Lila Thornhill, hereby leave my style to Joe Ellis. Sri’enth—My carefully composed physics notebook. I, Effie Decse, do leave to some unfortunate physics pupil, who must be as unselfish with it as I now am. Eighth—I, Lillian Gill, leave my tennis managership to Dulce McCoy, on condition that she take an active part in the tennis tournament of nineteen hundred and twenty-six; otherwise, this is bequeathed to Mildred Swearingen. Ninth—To some long-winded junior, I, Anna Katherine Cox, bequeath my position as cheer leader, and my ever prevalent giggle. Patje iiL-enty-fivi