Mattituck High School - Reflector Yearbook (Mattituck, NY)

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Class History In spite of all the efforts of President Wilson, Lloyd George, Clemenceau and Orlando, we hear of wars and rumors of war. Records will always, no doubt, contain accounts of battles, trenches, man- euvers and other arts of the great and terrible Mars. In view of this fact we do not think it out of place to represent our class as a company engaged in warfare. Four years ago we heard the call of our country for voluteers to assist in conquering the enemy Ig- norance;. With hearts that knew no misgiving we assembled at the noted cantonment Mattituck Union. The first of September we commenced an extended march which was hidden for a long time bv the heavy Fog of Conceit. The following June the Peaks of Learning became visible and occasionally signal lights from the City of Intelligence brightened the dark skies. We trudged forward until the beautiful city was in view. Then we saw the Cathedral of Character en- trenched agaihst bomb and shell; and the Spires of Genius glistened in the Sun of Wisdom. There was still, however, a wild, wierd no-man’s land between us and our first objective. We dug in and for over two months we were busy repelling raids and getting ready for the work of the following year. Again September with its goldenrod and Spence- rian Chimes signaled a new move. Now the first line trenches of Indulgence fell rapidly although we lost a number of men taken prisoners by the retreating enemy. Back of this line was the stronghold of Des- pair. Again our losses were quite heavy. However we mastered the forces of our foes, and in an incredibly short time had passed their second line, named after one of their famous generals, Von Hinder Obstacles.

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9 ------ IT spoken his “Forty Singing Seamen”, “Sherwood”, “The Highwayman”, “The old Skeptic”, and “A Night at St. Helena” have been read and greatly appreciated. His “Avenue of the Allies” has made his fame per- manent. The following stanza is from this poem: This is the song of the wind as it came Tossing the flags of the nations to flame: I am the breath of God. I am His laughter. I am His Liberty. That is my name.” So it descended, at night, in the city, So it went lavishing beauty and pitv. Lighting t he lordliest street of the world With half of the banners that earth has unfurled' Over the lamps they are brighter than stars, Laughing aloud on its way to the wars, Proud in America, sweeping along Heath and destruction like notes in a song. Leaping to battle as man to his mate. Joyous as God when he moved to create, Never was voice of a nation so. glorious. Glad of its cause and afire with its fate! Never did eagle in( mightier pinion Tower to the height of a brighter dominion. Kindling the hope of the prophets to flame, Calling aloud in the deep as it came, “Cleave me a way for an army with banners. I am His Liberty. That is my name.” Flora A. Binns.

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Beyond, there was a high mountain called by the authorities Hill No. 13, but named Mount Endeavor by the natives. The cavalry could not climb it so some turned back, but others came on afoot. Just before our attack on Regents we were halted for a Review by our superior officers. Some of us were reprimanded, some court-martialed and a few even discharged with- out honors. The following Autumn, under a new generalship, we were given a new allowance of clothing and food. His stragedy was to deceive the enemy into massing its resources behind the sub-marine bases of Calm and Indifference. By a sudden movement we advanced our tanks and batteries under cover of the darkness before Doubt’s Ferry, situated on a vulnerable point overlooking Reckless River. The contest was fierce and uncertain; but finally the enemy struck their colors. The River was swollen and it seemed for a time as though its floods might sweep us away; but Major General Experience piloted us safely over. The next year’s campaign was not encouraging. The Province of Knowledge appeared farther away than we had imagined. To add to other misfortunes the weather became too hot for future operations and the whole company was sized with a desire to give the battle over to the Junior and Sophomore Re- serves. Our superior officers took in the situation, martialed us for another Review, and decided to muster us out with honorable discharge. Hazel G. Tuthill. The Lord made the Irish, The Lord made the Dutch, The Lord made the Juniors, But—He didn’t make much.