Southold High School - Snuffbox Yearbook (Southold, NY)

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THE SNUFF BOX Class Prophecy From the very beginning we were a class, distinctive for our individuality. Consequently, instead of selecting an advanced institution of learning, in which to train ourselves for the world of work, we planned this unique cruise. With our interesting class, of such varied personalities, we could not help but have an amusing, as well as exciting voyage. On the bright, clear morning of the appointed day, the Class of 1935 boarded the good ship “Lollypop” to lift anchor and set sail for no place in particular, to stay for no definite length of time, and to learn as much about nothing as we possibly could. Before we had gone half-way to no place in particular, the trouble makers who had been with us all our high school years, Ralph Hawkins, and Kenneth Tuthill, had started the word around that it was high time we were getting somewhere. Ralph, with his deftness with “'Trig” formulas, managed to captivate the Captain and usurp his position. Kenneth hypnotized the other members of the crew and travellers with his trumpet solos. With everything now under their control we were bound to be nothing short of shipwrecked! Xo sooner thought than done, for with a decided turn of affairs the good ship went down and cast its sailors far and wide upon a raging sea. just how it happened no one will ever know, but Kenneth had managed to save his trumpet and finding it too difficult to compete with any noises whatsoever, the turbulent waters became as a sheet of glass. Many hours later a shivering and bedraggled group gathered on the shore of what must have been “Pitcairn’s Island”. Looking-over the faces, however, proved that a few of the original number were lacking. Upon investigation it was found that Anna decided she would go down and have a look at “Davy Jones ’ and his famous “locker”. While we were trying to locate the others, they appeared further up the shore, apparently having been on a sight-seeing tour. Ralph’s face was radiant because he had discovered that 1 over 1 still equalled 1 ! Donald looked rather delighted, too, because there was not a Gretchen in sight! Ah, one would never recognize the island now. It was rapidly becoming the show-place of no nation in particular. 1 he survivors had quickly begun to erect some sort of shelter, to search for some sort of edibles, and to set up some sort of order. As a bit of observation would reveal. Kathryn had her dental office under a cocoanut tree: Charlie, by much difficult}-, had reached considerable altitude above Kathryn’s office and proved an able assistant in furnishing 17

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THE SNUFF BOX Class J istorg In this a last backward glance, before we make our departure, we Seniors find that in reality these have been four short years, although it seems an age since we were marked merely “another Freshman Class” by our worthy superiors. With the customary Freshman enthusiasm we elected John Ott, Carol Cosden, Inez Myers and Lewis Davison to serve as our class officers. It is interesting to note that all of these class members have left our midst to pursue varied paths, educational and otherwise. As Sophomores we broadened our choice of interests and were represented on baseball, basketball, and track teams. Musically we “tooted our own horns” in the band and orchestra. Before the end ot the year we were beginning to demonstrate more talent than just “another class.” Our entrance into our Junior year was accompanied by the realization that it was now time for us to do more serious thinking and acquire some dignity, that we might be rightfully called, upperclassmen. We fulfilled these requirements by a continued practice of our former good work and by carrying on where the Seniors of ’34 ceased their financial projects. We held a food sale in the latter part of the school year and did our part each day with our candy business. While these did not conspicuously swell our funds for our Washington trip, we felt that we were at last on our way to making our last year a successful one. Our Senior year has been, in many respects, a successful one. We elected and were faithfully served by our class officers, Kathryn McCaffery, Clyde Bailey, Ralph Hawkins, and Margaret Murtagh. The social side of our activities was neglected, however, as we worked diligently to secure sufficient funds to make our trip to the nation’s capital, Washington, possible. Two suppers, two food sales, two magazine compaigns, and finally the dramatic production, “Digging Up the Dirt,” netted us the required pecuniary matter. ith the thought of these several projects comes also the knowledge of how impossible they would have been had it not been for the townspeople, our classmates, and our teachers. How we wish we might express in full our deep gratitude and appreciation to all those who made this wonderful adventure possible, especially to Miss Malone and Mr. Blodgett, who co-operated with us so will-ingly and advised us so wisely on so many occasions. Now with our final reward, Graduation, so near at hand, we turn again to the future. Some of us will enter institutions of higher education ; others will find work here at home, but wherever we may turn, into whatever field we may go, we are sure that these four happy years at S. FI. S. will prove to have been beneficial 16 ones.

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THE SNUFF BOX an improvised anaesthesia known as “cocoanut drops”. “Eddie” and “ Pom” had built an open air eating stand, announced by the sign. “Come Eat Them While They’re Hot”! Frank, of course, was so air-minded that he had to take himself olif to the highest part of the island, where he spent his time studying the nature of the island in its relation to aviation; Kenneth still had his trumpet and knew by the time he returned to some country or other, he would have mastered the intricacies of “A Maiden’s Prayer”. Clyde and Eddie P. established a “port for missing maidens”. Bernice had spent most of her time drawing up the plans for a Girl Scout Camp and showing her fellow companions that you can build a fire with wood, paper, and matches if you have them. In case of any disorder. Ralph had set up a rude law office, where Donald was employed as office boy. In his spare time, the ambitious office boy began the story of his life and experiences under the appropriate title of “Heaven’s My Destination”. Lucy ate very little, said very little, and did very little, for several days, but when we asked her to explain this unusual behavior, she muttered something about lunch-hour, “Chevrolets,” and walking. It was plain to see she was far from us spiritually and nothing but a Chevrolet could bring her back! Mae seemed to thrive on the island life better than any of the rest ol us and we all noticed that she no longer was bothered by any of her usual dizzy spells. Because Helen, Thelma, and Margaret had expected to become teachers some time or other they really spent their time for some advantageous purpose, such as, counting the rocks along the shore, keeping charts of the progress of the rest of the inhabitants, and watching the tide come in and go out. Sophie had made her mark even way down her no place in particular, for she was employed in the law office and incidentally, Ralph found she could dictate a splendid business letter (or otherwise) and Donald found she knew more places on that island to send errand boys than any person he believed existed. Now all this time you probably have been wondering what had happened to our youngest member, Woodrow Jacobs. YOU sec. all his life oody knew lie had the soul of a poet and consequently we saw very little of him, for he was too busy sitting still meditating to take notice of the great work going on about him. After we had been on the island for no particular time, we were, one day. suddenly startled by a gleam of gold on the tranquil blue water. 1 hinking it to be some sort of strange fish, we drew closer, and what do you think ! A clear voice, in honeyed tones, said. Hi, boys! Ibis is a great life; so why doncha come down some time!!!” It was our own Anna, and this knowledge so completely overwhelmed us that we lost all consciousness and were left completely at the mercy of our deep sea divinity and her lesser deities. 18