Mattituck High School - Reflector Yearbook (Mattituck, NY)

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ATHLETICS On account of the loss of so many of our good athletes because of graduation, war work and positions in other places we have not had the successful season we had the year previous. However, much interest has been shown in play- ground games especially tennis. As this goes to press the contests for tennis championship are being played. The winners are to be awarded a trophy. The members of the Tennis Club appreciate the efficient services of the Club’s officers, Anita McNulty. President and George Duryee, Secretary and Treasurer. Our students took cosiderable interest in the Inter- scholastic Meet held in Riverhead on May twenty- fourth. Carll Grathwohl represented our school at the meeting of Interscholastic delegates held in March. Our baseball team holds much promise for the future. The members are as follows: Jerome Burns, Manager and center field Eugene Lindsay, Captain and pitcher ‘‘Dick” Bassford, catcher Gordon Cox, 1st base James Dunn, 2nd base Stanley Cox, 3rd base Roy Reeve, short stop John Poltex, right field George Tvler, left field C. G. DURING A TENNIS GAME Clara B.: “Stanley, dear, what's the score?” Stanley: ‘“One love.”

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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.

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CLASS PROPHECY It was a night late in January—a cold silvery night. The moon shone upon the snow, streaking it with shadows; and the whole world seemed pervaded by a peaceful quiet. I was within' doors. Turning from my contemplation of this scene without, I crossed and took a chair by the open fireplace. The large room was lighted only by the glow from the burning logs and the pale radiance of the moon. Slowly, as I sat there, dreaming of the years to come, vague shadows seemed to gather ’round me and a heavy drow- siness possessed me. There appeared a stage, brilliant, gorgeous, peopled; and from its midst was wafted to me a song so beautiful it seemed to lift me to a world unknown. Such silvery clearness and such tones of richness,—oh. Hazel G., we will be justly proud of you. Dim grew the vision and another took its place. It seemed to be Fall in the Catskills. All around rose hazy mountains, the whole picture tinged with reds and yellows. And nestling in the midst was a tiny school-house. 1 seemed to pass within and there was our dear Millicent (who had been greatly disappointed in love) teaching with sweetened efficiency a motley brood. I would have stayed to watch and listen, but, forced on, passed out into a grove. Amidst the statelv grandeur of the trees a woman’s figure moved,—noble and beautiful. She seemed to love these trees; but best of all a tall straight Linden, under which she placed a chair and taking pad and pencil began to write what I could see would some day be a pamphlet, if the time were given her,—our Hope for years to come. I smiled and turned, and even as I turned the trees seemed run together, and a room enclosed me. From