Southold High School - Snuffbox Yearbook (Southold, NY)

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r THE SUBSTITUTE Carrots sank down in the luxurious seats of the car with a contented sigh. Was he not the luckiest boy imaginable? Here he was with the Podunk “All Star” Baseball team which was on the way to play the Benton “Sluggers.” Captain Brown was the best guy in the world, for had he not allowed Carrots to come along to carry the bats, and even hinted at a chance to play as the two regular substitutes had missed the train? Arriving at Benton the boys went directly to the athletic field. There Carrots sat on the players’ bench watching the team practice, and waited impatiently for the game to start. In the first four innings of the game both teams played good baseball, neither allowing the other to score. However, in the Page Tzvelve

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ARBOR DAY As has been the custom for a great many years, Arbor Day was observed at Southold High School this year, the day selected being May 25. Fitting exercises were held in the afternoon, with a varied and pleasing program furnished by the school children. A feature of this year’s exercises was a talk on “Birds,” given by Mrs. Minnie Terry Smith, as the contribution of the Parent-Teachers Association to the pro-gram. It has been the custom to plant, each year on Arbor Day, some tree or vine about the school grounds. However, since there is some grading and other landscape work to be done when the new building is finished, the planting of this year’s shrub was postponed. The observance of Arbor Day, with the interest it awakens in the minds of the pupils, in the things of Nature, and the needs and methods of conserving them, can scarcely be too greatly stressed. D. R. ESSAY CONTEST For several years, Southold High School has participated in the annual essay contest, held under the auspices of the Daughters of the Revolution. The preparation for and the writing of the essays is taken up in the English classes. The essays, indentified by numbers instead of by names, are then judged by a committee selected for the purpose. A silver medal is awarded to the winner from each grade in every school that has entered the contest. The subject selected for the essays this year was “Our Flag”. The seventh and eighth grades and first and second year high school students wrote essays, which were then sent to the committee to be judged. The winners from Southold High School are: Sophomore Class—Marion Robinson; Freshman Class— Flora Albertson; Eighth Grade—Harry Weygand; Seventh Grade—Helen Dickerson. This yearly contest is of great benefit to the pupil. With each essay that he writes, he advances a big step on the road to self-expression, and learns new words and phrases that are a valuable asset in both written and oral English. The topics invariably historical and patriotic, make the pupil better acquainted with those persons and events that have made a nation for him, and, by teaching him all this, help to promote a real, true spirit of patriotism. Page Eleven

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first half of the fifth the “All Stars” went on a batting streak and three runs were scored before the side was retired. Not to be out-done, the “Sluggers” sent two men across “home” in their half of the inning. Also in the following inning the Benton team scored two runs, holding the “Stars” without a further tally. When this happened, Carrots nearly went wild with excitement and dismay. He implored Brown and his men to, “come through and beat this bunch of farmers.” But thus the score stood, 4-3, until the eighth inning, when the Benton team added another mark to their credit. It was in this inning there happened something that affected the team and their bat-boy a great deal more than the rest. With two out, a Benton man poled out a long fly to deep center. As the center-fielder caught the ball, he stumbled and turned his ankle, but retained the ball. He had to be assisted to the bench so great was the pain. The team returned to baseball. The ninth inning had begun and the last chance to win the game was at hand. Captain Brown was the first man up. He hit the first ball pitched for a clean single. The next boy up laid down a bunt, which the pitcher messed badly, allowing both men to gain their bases. Two men on base and no outs! A sacrifice hit advanced both men a base. A hit now would tie the score. A little pop fly was the best the batter could do. Two men out. The bright beginning did not look so good. “Batter up! Next man!” impatiently called the umpire. “Who’s up?” called Brown from third base. “What, Redmond? But he was hurt.” There was but one thing to do. It was Redmond, the center-fielder’s turn to bat and he was unable. Carrots must go to bat for him. It was with a sinking heart that the boy went to the plate. But when he faced the pitcher the nervousness vanished. It was his chance. He must make good for the team’s sake. The sub. had never before faced a real pitcher. He had played baseball since he could remember and had been the hero of more than one back-lot game. There was one kind of ball Carrots knew all about, the straight ball. It came over the heart of the plate. The boy felt the tingling impact of bat and ball. Like a rabbit he set out for first, nor did he stop there. When he neared third, he was motioned on with the accompanying cry, “Die, you Indian, and hit the dust.” The boy slid and felt the ball thump his back. He rolled over and gazed upward. The umpire motioned with a gesture that said all that the boy wished to know. He, Carrots, had made the winning run for his home team. Page Thirteen