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

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We collected butterflies, wood, soil, frogs and what have you for biology. Some of us were brave and attempted second year Algebra. I said attempted didn't I? We studied Silas Marnern so much we even dreamed about it and could write the WHOLE story without looking in our books. We were proud of the way we put over the Sop- homore-Senior picnic and were proud of the fact that we had revived an old tradition which had ust about passed out of existence. Ah! Then as Juniors we thought we were on top and that being Seniors would only be going down hill-but we have found out that we were wrong. That year we tackled American History as if we were on the football field. That was all right, but it turned out that we were thrown for a loss. That was the year some of our boys help- ed carry our baseball team to victory and the South Florida Championship. As a class we worked exceptionally well. Our Junior play was one of the hits of the season. Our players acted like professionals. We decided upon the theme for our Junior-Senior banquet and started to work. We chose the gypsy theme and carried it out in decor- ations, program, and menu. It was a great success, I guess, because that is what ev- erybody said. At last! We were able to walk out of chapel first, while the rest of them sat in uscooted-down position. We were Seniors! We decided, were undecided, and then redecided about having an annual. We are proud of reviving this old tradition and hope it will never be dropped again. We have worked under a handicap because none of us had ever had any experience with this kind of work, but we were willing to work and profit by our mistakes. The Sophomores really gave us a grand picnic. They had the pavillion decorated up like you read about in books. It sure was scrumptous. They had everything work- ed out ahead of time, even the games were planned and scheduled for a certain time. Most of our school days have been happy even though we did have to get our les- sons-now and then. We have made many friends and found a love for our Alma Mater which will never die. Now our class goes out into real life. If that life can be half as happy and we can have half as many kind friends as in our school lifeg then we will be content and will endeavor to be a success in whatever we attempt. E. M. 1 9 3 3 T wenty-F ive

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CLASS HISTORY Evelyn M elvin- -Historian The Class of '38, the largest class ever graduating from the Winter Haven High School, is proud of its accomplishments. We have worked and fought to restore some of the traditions which had been dropped by the graduating classes for the last several years. No one would ever think it, but it was hard for us to descend from the dictatorial place we had held in ,lunior High to become mere Freshmen in High School. But we were brought down from our perches by the stories the Sophomores, Juniors, and Sen- iors told about what happened to a Freshman on the first day at school. They had had a three months' vacation to gather and tell these stories, and they had made the most of it. Oh, that was an eventful day when all of us young, scared things came quaking up to the High School. We were referred to as rats and treated worse than that by those ferocious Sophomores. We started in with Latin and Algebra, and sur- prised Miss Stevenson by knowing what ego amo tel' meant. That is about all some of us learned. ln Algebra we might not have known how to work out the formula, but we worked out a system of comparing answers, then we kept working until we all got the same answer, if possible. As Freshmen we were unusual. Nearly everyone excelled in one thing or another. Some took up dancing as their pride and joyg even though it did mean breaking on those wonderful awe inspiring Seniors. Even at this early stage some of our number caught on to the art of cutting classes and now that they are Seniors they are giving free demonstrational lessons. A few of our class kept up in their studies and are going to benefit from it now during Commencement, because they will have to give orations on graduation night. A splendid reward for worthy people. As Sophomores, we treated the Freshmen as though they were the scum of the earth. We would swagger into study hall, go back to the tables, and say, Scram Rat. We thought we were big when they obeyed, but we slowly slid away when the F resh- man unfolded himself from the chair and we found out that he was larger than we were. We marched through Gaul with Caesar and all over town with Miss Schell. 1 9 3 3 Twenly-F our

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itll li vl iii d ll 111 1- CLASS WILL We, the class of 1938, in the town of Winter Haven, the county of Polk, and the state of Flor- ida, being in as good mental condition as usual, and in much better temper than usual, do here- by make this our last will and testament, rendering void and of no avail any former wills that may have been previously made by us during a period of temporary optimism. Although, being as psychologically complex as befits a Senior Class, we consist of 79 separ- ate and distinct entities, or what have yon, we are in such complete accord, thinking alike. and sel- dom, that the editorial-now, alas, funeral-- we will be used to denote our collective entity throughout this document. And in this manner do we dispose of our possessions: I, Lowe Starnes, do bequeath my hearty chuckles to Eugene Rutland. I, Luther Reel, leave my cherished palm tree to my brother, James. I, Nell Register, do hereby bestow upon Lillian Wall my attractive walk. We, Mildred Ashley and Carrie McElroy, do leave our Shirley locks to Alice Cobb and Mary Lou Kerse. I. Anna Laura DeHaveu, do will my versatility in coiffeur to Iris Nichols. We, Charles Abel, Bill Beuse, Jimmy Mills-and Ewell Sweet, leave our love for tennis to Tom- my Erwin, Dick Hedrick, Tom Mooty and Wayne Cole. I, Richard Allen, do leave my ability to annoy Mr. Morgan to George Dannals. ' We, Jeanne Russell, Thelma Lancaster, and Louise Coker, will our quiet manner to Jeannette Bozeman, Jane Moore, and Marie Balliett. I, Sonny Murrell, leave my bashful disposition to Raymond Cooney. I, Donald Story, bequeath my loud shirts to Dwight Jacobs. We, Ruth and Naomi Harris do will our office positions to the Cates twins. I, Nixie Irwin, will my black hair to June Vallenkamp. I, Paul Rhode, leave my six foot. three to be evenly divided between David Kober and Corden Dugger. - I, Herbert Viertel, do hereby will my stubble hair to Raymond Seay. I, Carroll Watson, leave my Lynchburg-Oxford accent to Paul Jahns. I, Bert Schulz, leave my baby pink complexion to Putter Reese. I, Mozell May, leave my ability to ask unanswerable questions to Paul Matrox. We, Dolores Grubbs and Elizabeth Collins, leave our positions as cheer leaders to Violet Wilk- inson and Juanita Scott. I, Evelyn Melvin, leave my prissyness to Louisa Ruth Way. We, Betty DeTienne and Alma Anderson, leave our ability to play piano duets to Libby Bal- four and Nancy Warren. I, Raymond Heverly, bequeath my Clarinet and all the noises it makes to Ilene Brown. I, Harry Hylton, bequeath my extraordinary business ability to Harold Munck. I, John Kuder, will my retiring disposition to Billy Dodson. We, Roscoe Pollard and Helen Morrison, leave our perpetual blush to Charles Mitchell and Melva Creel. I, Jerry Lasseter, leave my lack of sophistication to Patty Walker. I, Mark Mooty, will my secretive nature to Byron Cooper. I, David Harman, leave my Mussolini complex to Bernard Jacobson. I, Wilbur Sweet, will my handsome profile to Sister Smith. I, Myron Hylton, leave my skill in cud manipulation to Clarabelle Cow. We, Talmadge Bentley and Dot Bacon, bequeath our terpiscorean art to Sidney Fessenden and Patty Walker. I, John McElvey, bequeath my spirit of cooperation t??J to Miss Feinberg's Class. Twenty-Six