Southold High School - Snuffbox Yearbook (Southold, NY)

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THE SNUFF BOX mates that Science is right—that sleep is not only enjoyable, but necessary. Wednesday, April 3. In spite of sleepy protests, we were ready for the first sight-seeing trip at 8:30. It seems as if we traveled every street in Washington from end to end. Then we went to Arlington Cemetery and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. The next stop was at the Lincoln Memorial, where our stay was lengthened by a wait for some of the stragglers, who under the spell of the spring-like day, had wandered off. After satisfying our appetites and resting our weary legs a bit, we were hustled to the dock to get a boat down the Potomac to Mount Vernon. Here we explored the spacious grounds, peeked in here and there, and had our pictures taken to prove that we’d been there. The trip back on the river was very beautiful, although the peaceful calm was somewhat disturbed by Starry’s snores, Alice’s chatter, and Possum’s tales of his conquests among fair damsels. Nevertheless we reached the Hamilton in time for food before the theatre. Thursday, April 4 Another bus ride. Today we saw the most important public buildings; the new National Museum, with its relics and curios; the Bureau of Engraving, where they print millions of dollars with no fuss at all; the Pan-American Building, with its beautiful nooks; the Capitol, with its interminable corridors to aggravate the blisters made by my new shoes; the White House; the Treasury Building, and others. One of our biggest thrills came when we saw L.indy s plane in the Smithsonian. Loath as we were to leave, we were reminded that bus and dinner wait for no man. Thursday afternoon We had a nice choice of attractions, but most of us went to the Franciscan Monastery, a trip we wouldn't have missed for anything. The beauty and quiet that prevailed in the grounds was most welcome and restful. Our only disappointment came when we learned that the beautiful music emanating from the organ was made by the tuner. Friday, April 5, a. in. We’re getting more acclimated. Starry’s appetite is still unabated. Possum’s air of man about town” is becoming more natural. Milt’s surliness is disappearing. Art, our hero, is as debonair as ever, and the rest have taken on a cosmopolitan complex. Our first trip was to the Washington Monument. The lift took us up in short time, and we walked down the 900 steps in the shaft. The Red Cross Building and the Corcoran Art Gallery completed our wanderings for the morning. 26

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THE SNUFF BOX DIARY ON THE WASHINGTON TRIP Tuesday, April 2 At last we’re here! Tired but happy we’ve reached Washington around which most of our thoughts have centered for some months. What a thrill our first view of the Capitol, gleaming magically in the distance gave us as we pulled into the station. After leaving the train at the Union Station (somewhat larger and more impressive than the one at Southold) we were met and piloted to our hotel, the Hamilton, where we are very comfortable. What appetites we had acquired after a day’s travel! Great quantities of food were necessary to satisfy us that first evening. After dinner we went to the Congressional Library where we feasted our eyes upon some of the many beautiful and historic objects; the Declaration of Independence among them, encased in its marble shrine. Oh yes, on the way to Washington, we stopped in Philadelphia, where we enjoyed a sight-seeing trip around the city. We saw many things of interest, including the Liberty Bell, and the meeting place of the first Continental Congress. And now for some sleep, if I can only persuade my niosy room- 25

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THE SNUFF BOX Friday, p. m. Four of our members took the air” and viewed Washington from the clouds. The rest were stirred into belated activities shopping, postcard writing, and the like. Our trip to the Great Falls of the Potomac proved to be another interesting expedition. One more night and then home! Saturday, April 6 Back to Southold after a tedious journey. Now that we’re back, it’s almost like a dream. But tired as we are, how we would like to repeat the trip! The Class of ’29 will never forget its Washington Trip and the wonderful sights of that city. Our thanks to Miss Malone and to Mr. Blodgett! A SHAKESPERIAN DREAM To be, or not to be, that is the question!” Like Hamlet, I once made the suggestion. As out I walked, I met a dog And raised my arm to strike it; When I heard a voice exclaiming, Hold!” I answered, As You Like It.” As on I walked, a loving pair I met; I soon discovered it was Romeo and Juliet.” Two Gentlemen from Verona” dressed in their best Caught a good drenching out in A tempest.” They sat by my fire, hung their coats on a nail, While I related to them A Winter’s Tale.” They stayed until the Twelfth Night,” Until the storm had ceased its terrors; They made Much Ado About Nothing,” Which proved A Comedy of Errors.” Then came Othello” and Iago,” too, Which brought to my mind the Taming of the Shrew Like Richard, the Third,” I awoke, And strange everything did seem; At last I realized my situation— It was only A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” 27