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

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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

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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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I, Bobby Butler, leave my position as editor-in-chief of the Blue Devil to Oscar Machin. I, Ted Howell, will my velocipede and all its ailings to Sidney Phillips. I, Charles Miller, bequeath my dislikes for school to Goddard Sherman. I, Carl Palmer, will my knack with cattle to .lane May. We, Peggy Tomlinson and Richard Cox, leave our height and lack of it respectively to Toot- 1e Gilbert and .lames English. I, Richard DeMott, leave my power over women to the male portion of the .lunior Class. I, Don Wasmund, bequeath my philosophical outlook to Dick Hedrick. We, James Mothershed and Eleanor Worth, bequeath our ego amour to Roy Butler and Fay Coburn, who need it. I, Hilda Harris, leave my high soprano voice to Irma Bell Leffers. I, Mary Louise Smith, will my ability to sing also to Irma Bell Leffers. I, Iris Embrey, bequeath my ability as an equestrienne to Carrie Mae Thornhill. We, Laurette Colley and Agnes Dean, leave our skill in languages to .limmy Story and Frank Snively. I, Carolyn Janssen, bequeath my southern drawl to .lune Hawkins. We, Margaret Reed and Edith Scott, leave our utter dependability to Patty Fuller and Mar- jorie Hedrick. I, Marge Kelly, bequeath my Irish wit to Mary Igou. I, Marguarette Vaughn, will my habitual neatness to Mary Martha Smith. I, Alice Yelvington, leave my even disposition to Arthur Macliin. I, Vivian Wilson, leave my place in the theater to Ann Horton. We, Catherine Tillis and Anna Fay McKinney, leave our love for D. 0. to Gladys Snow and Pearlie Craft. I, Alice Rogers, bequeath my ability as advertising manager to Shelly Tucker. We, Hester Merle Summerville and Mildred Lamb, leave our skill in getting out-of-town boy friends to the seventh grade class. I, Janie Ruth Ashley, bequeath my brilliance to Lucille Russell. I, Laura Belle Brannon, will my broadcasting ability to Tizzie Lish. I, .lean Horton, bequeath my conscientious attitude to the chronic tardy boys and girls. I, Margrette Carpenter, bequeath my ability to win contests to Kathryn Baker. I, Rita Costello, will my unceasing flow of words to Mabel Jackson. G We, Mildred .lohns and Vivian Spires leave our apologetic attitudes to Alice Taylor and John arner. I, Elizabeth Johnson, bequeath my skill in the culinary art to ,lean McElroy. I, Oledieth Lewis, bequeath my dogs, cats, billy goats and goldfish to the Speech Class. I, Betty .lane Farley, bequeath my pillow-like voice to be sent to Mr. Rittgers. I, George Byram, having nothing to bequeath, will my good wishes to everyone. We, the Senior Class, give and bequeath freely and without reservation or stipulations, to the .lunior Class, our well-known nerve, whiclt they will need next year. To'our good friends, the Sophomore Class, we, the Senior Class, leave our patience. It will be fotmd useful as the only means by which they can endure the Juniors. To the young and unsophisticated Freshmen, we, the Senior Class, leave our little book entitled, How To Tell The Teachers , a pamphlet compiled by us after four years of arduous study. The legatees will notice this book is not WHAT to tell the teachers hut HOW. It contains specific information as to which teachers can be bluffed, which are easy and which are hard to please and those whom it is impossible to please. Finally, we do hereby name and appoint as the executors of this, our last will and testament, our class advisors, Mrs. Brown, Miss Stewart, and Mr. Scllmitkin. In witness whereof we, the class of 1938, the testator, have set our hand and seal on this 6th day of ,lune in the year of 1938. 1 9 3 3 Twenty-Seven