Southold High School - Snuffbox Yearbook (Southold, NY)

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THE SNUFF BOX Paddy Locker recovered the ball and held the runner at third. Aitch signalled for a squeeze play to Brownie, who was demonstrating the best manner of dusting off home plate with a toothbursh. I’m going to watch this play,” remarked Benny Benedict to a bystander. I never did quite understand it.” The play was successful, but Benny seemed somewhat disappointed. The score was now 1-1. Cy appeared slightly nervous. Take your wind-up,” called Petey, as she held up her mitt for a target. Mrs. Symonds threw an alarm clock at Petey. Fake it yourself. I’m tired of carrying it.” Aitch Pedersen, jumping down from the deck, gave the umpire a sweet smile and was given a walk by him. Cy was enraged at thi procedure and vowed revenge. She drew an ancient hen s egg from her pocket and made a perfect pitch. Fowl!” cried the judge, right for once, as he scented an odor of sulphur. Both sides made home runs, leaving the score 10-10. The remainder of the game will be played as soon as the diamond is in condition. Eau de Cologne is sprayed daily on the field, and the game will be resumed ere long. CLASS MOTTO Factum Fieri Facturum Bene Est This Latin phrase, which we have chosen for our motto, may be interpreted, Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well.” An act which, in our eyes, would seem, when consumated, to benefit humanity or compass a constructive measure, ought to be performed with utmost care and prudence, so that the full benefit of the accomplishment may be realized. If the desire is hard to win one may be certain it is worthwhile, for the price of precious things is high and the work we must do to attain them is trying. The deed, when accomplished, will surely prove worthy of commendation if we’ve performed it well and our valiance in the struggle will yield its glorious results. Worthy undertakings help to create self-reliance and courage besides teaching us to appreciate the good and beautiful. The Seniors, in their course through High School, have ardently tried to enact worthwhile deeds and later in life, when we have some act to do this motto will sing in our hearts, urging us to bring it to a triumphant conclusion: Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well.” 24

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THE SNUFF BOX Washington! That glorious, sparkling city so far away was like to some lustrous star, whose radiance and brilliance defied our imagination and thrilled us with divine pleasure. What a red letter day the seventh of April would be for the Class of ’31, for on that date our dream, for the fulfillment of which we had waited four long years, was to come true! April 7—But alas! on this date, the heavens did not seem elated, for instead of their being sunshiny and blue they were windy and storm-tossed, sending mammoth tear-drops to visit nearby station platforms, where members of the Senior Class were eagerly awaiting the cheery whistle of the early morning steam puffer. At the metropolis of Philadelphia, we all hopped gaily off the train —I say gaily,” for wouldn’t you, if you’d been riding for five hours steady and had had nothing to look at but cards, suitcases and flying landscapes? Our dinner at the Majestic Hotel was consumed with relish and filled with supreme silence, for, strange enough, it seemed that we all had lost the art of talking and eating simultaneously—still dreaming of Washington, I suppose. In the afternoon we were taken on a sightseeing tour, in which very interesting historic places met our view, including Christ Church and the place where our national flag was born —in the story above the quaintest little store you ever saw. The triumph of our tour was the visit to Independence Hall, where we left our trademarks—now don’t get excited, we didn’t do an infamous act by writing our names in its guest book, did we? It was truly glorious to lay reverent hands upon the bell which rang out the message that America was henceforth to be a free country, and to walk into the chamber whose floors had proudly borne the steps of Hamilton, Washington and Franklin! Our first glimpse of Washington was at night, through windows splashed with raindrops, but that did not daunt us a trifle, for we had plenty of sunshine inside the bus between Larry Carroll and George 26