Southold High School - Snuffbox Yearbook (Southold, NY)

Page 33 text:

ABOUT THE FRESHIES Eleven little Freshies sitting in a row One of them named Flora, another Joe. Now we haven’t the space nor we haven’t the time To name each one of the other nine. These are just examples of the Freshies in our school And I’m certain each of the others is just as big a fool. R.A.D. ORIGINAL STORIES FROM THE GRADES MY PET DOG Once I had a dog whose name was Rover. One day my grandfather’s cows were lost in the woods. My grandfather took Rover and went to hunt for them. He had just started for home when Rover ran into the woods. My grandfather followed. There were the cows eating grass by a little brook. My grandfather gave Rover a lot of dog biscuits that night for helping him find the cows. Lloyd Dickerson Grade 3. THE FIRST LESSON Once upon a time there were three little puppies who lived with their mother in Farmer Jones barn. The mother seems very fussy about how clean the house is. She even has a broom. She is giving them their lessons in catching mice. She sees a mouse and lets it get a little way off, then she takes a big jump and pounces upon it. One of the puppies seems very much delighted because his mother has said if they behaved very well she would divide the mouse that has just been caught between them. An imaginative story written by Anne Thompson. It was written after looking at the picture “The First Lesson.” A FUNNY MISTAKE One morning Bobbie awoke very tired. He had been to the movies the night before. He woke up about half past eight. Then he thought, I have to go to school. He jumped up Page Twenty-nine

Page 32 text:

FRESHMAN CLASS NOTES In January, after Regents, the Freshmen of the South'old High School held a meeting for the purpose of organizing their class. The following officers were elected: President, Marguerite Ehrhardt; Vice-President, Flora Albertson; Treasurer, Helen Sterling; Secretary, Helen Koke. There are now thirteen members in our class, only two of whom are boys; but “live wires” they are. We hope our class continues to keep this number of members until we graduate in ’27. We know it will! At our second meeting, which was held about two weeks after the first, we discussed the buying of pins or rings. The mapority desired pins, so pins were ordered. As yet they have not been received. ‘ However, we are still eagerly awaiting their arrival. We certainly will be proud to wear a pin that bears S. H. S. One member of our class, Marguerite Ehrhardt, played on the Basketball team all winter as right guard. James Cogan is playing on the Baseball team this spring. Next year, with our new auditorium, the Freshman Class expects to do many things. We intend to have full swing of assembly some mornings. We hope, also, to give at least one play during the winter. When we’re “Sophs” we’ll shine—wait and see! F. A. Page Tzventy-eight

Page 34 text:

and got dressed in such a hurry that he put his blouse on wrong side out. But after a while he was dressed. Then he wondered why his mother hadn’t called him. He went down stairs in a great rush and said, “Mother, why didn’t you call me? I’ll be late.” “Late for what?” asked his mother. “Why late for school,” said Bobbie. “Why dear child,” said his mother, “I thought it was Saturday so I let you sleep. But hurry and eat your breakfast and I will take you in the car.” So he hurried and ate his breakfast and his mother took him to school. When he got there, no one was on the playground so he thought he was late. He ran in and tried to open the door but it was locked. He hurried back, but his mother had gone. Then he walked home and looked at the calendar and saw—what do you think? It was Saturday. Then he said, “Such a hurry for nothing.” So he had all day to play in. Pauline Albertson Grade 4. I owned up last week to a grasshopper mind, But as for a mind without color, I’m glad I haven’t been cursed with that kind; Could anything really be duller? Whenever a hunch makes its way to my head, It sets the machinery a-flutter. How lucky, when all has been done and said, To think that I don’t have to stutter. Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast. Perhaps that accounts for brass bands on dog collars. If you want to be informed, buy a paper. Even a paper of pins will give you points. Breathes there the boy with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, “I hope my teacher's sick in bed.” Lyle—“How much is the “Vision of Miles Standish?1 Mr. B.—“I never knew he had a vision.” A gentleman is a comical sort of animal ; springs from another sort of creature they call ancestors; and in common with toads and other vermin, has a thing called feelings.— Stevenson. Page Thirty