Southold High School - Snuffbox Yearbook (Southold, NY)

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THE SNUFF BOX The Washington Trip After years of anticipation and weeks of preparation, the cherished Washington trip assumed proportions of actuality on April 30, when nineteen anxious Seniors boarded the train at their respective stations. After the preliminary count was taken, the group attempted to he calm in appearance although inwardly experiencing the thrill and excitement so natural to the situation. ithin a comparatively brief time the students of three other schools, Kiverhead, East I slip and Smithtown, were added to our group. While speeding past strange landscapes, card games and gossip divided our attention. At noon we arrived in the City of Brotherly Love, where our ever increasing appetites were temporarily appeased. Later, led by a capable guide, we visited the historic Christ Church, Independence Hall and Fairmount Park. In mid-afternoon we found ourselves again on the train ready to make the last and what seemed to be the longest stretch of our J At last we reached Washington! Quickly we boarded the waiting buses in which we were taken to the Lee House. Nightfall transformed the city into a spectacle of lights and its beauty made us anxious for the dawning of a new day, when we were to begin our sightseeing tours. Wednesday. May 1. After too few hours of sleep, we were crowded into our buses to be driven to the Washington Monument. Once there, most of us, scorning the elevator, began the ascent by foot We were justly rewarded by a splendid view ot the entire city. Then we visited the Capitol. Pan-American Union and the Bureau of Printing and Engraving. ' In the afternoon we went to Mount Vernon, where we were impressed by the beauty of Washington’s former home and the simplicity of his final resting place. On our return trip to V aslungton we visited Arlington National Cemetery, the Lincoln Memorial and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. That evening we went to the Congressional Library, whcie we saw the original copy of the Declaration of Independence and many other interesting documents. . . , , „ . oe Thursday, May 2. Many of us visited the Franciscan Monastery. where we were impressed by the beautiful altars, hrom there we went to the Washington Cathedral, which has not yet been C0,111n the afternoon we went to the Naval Academy at Annapolis, where we visited the chapel, gymnasium and a training ship It was our misfortune, however, not to be able to witness the daily dnll- Friday, May 3. At about nine o’clock our faithful guides were waiting for us to climb into our buses to make the trip to the V lute House. Here we were admitted to several rooms usually closed to 19

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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

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THE SNUFF BOX the public. Our next stop was at the Smithsonian Institute. I he afternoon was ours to use as we desired, shopping , sightseeing or resting. I his was our last night here in this great city, and we were royally honored by a dance given for us at the Lee House. The evening flew by swiftly, and exhausted as we were, it was with reluctance we ceased our celebrating. Saturday, May 4. 1 lie day started somewhat gloomily, appro- priately so. for this was the day we were to begin our journey homeward. Enroute to the train several of the Embassies and the Zoo were pointed out to us. A few minutes iater we were aboard our train ready to depart for home. We shall always cherish the memories of our Washington trip, and shall never be able to thank Mr. Blodgett and Miss Malone enough for their co-operation in making the trip a success. M. M., ’35. A BACKWARD GLANCE I have to go to school! 1 he cry voiced by the majority of students who are yet held by the bonds of elementary educational institutions. It is not a cry emitted in the “Hello, everybody” intonation of Kate Smith, as she brings the moon over the mountain, but is more apt to be patterned after the “Is everybody happy” wail of the maestro, led Lewis. In any of its classifications, however, it is the rebellion of youth against confinement in the four walls of a school room and fulfillment of the requirements of daily assignments. hour years at high school mean hard work, but after all it is just a step harder than the work you accomplished while in grammar school. It means, too, an opportunity to labor with new subjects. to make new friends, and to have a variety of teachers. You can play basketball in the gym, you can pull grasshoppers apart in the laboratory, you can relieve your lungs of superfluous wind in the high school band, you can make trouble in general for the teachers. or you can just go to school. So, you see. after four years in a good high school, you should have acquired an education capable of offering you a position on a slightly higher plane. It will be many moons before I forget my first day at high school. In the first place I was coming from a three room school, where I had had the same teacher for three vears. In the second Place I was overwhelmed by the magnitude of the Study Hall, and the multitude of girls who were present there on that first day Finally a Junior girl, apparently touched by my helpless expression, walked up to where I stood in the doorway, took my hand and led 20