Mattituck High School - Reflector Yearbook (Mattituck, NY)

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CLASS SONG 1919 Words by “Ben Ives”. Music by “Estelle Vreeland”. There’s a pleasant little seat in old Mattituck school Where I’ve passed many happy hours away, A sitting and a sighing beside the window clear, Where spreads away the charming view. Chorus: O, my dear old school we are going far away And we’ll he pining all the day, For we’re going from the scenes of our youthful hours. Since the lessons now are finished and the books are worn out too, Then we’ll take our little kit bags And we’ll drift far away in the sweet bye and bye, While our comrades sweetly bid “adieu”. NOT THE KIND OF ECONOMICS OUR JUNIORS PRACTISE Our last months gas bill was a bird. Said Marjorie to her beau The young man rose for whse was he, And turned the gas down low. Miss Brown in English IV: “Why is ‘Hamlet’ called a ‘Romantic Tragedy’, Hope?” Hope: “Because it’s a love story.” Miss Boice: “Well, Cecil, I see you have a new oc- cupation.” Cecil: “What’s that?” Miss Boice: “Talk- ing to the girls.

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Sf DAY AT M. H. S. Old M. H. S. now dear to us Has seen her students flutter and fuss When January or June draws near; And some come very near to fear As they think of the counts that will be lost If a certain passing mark is not crossed. But some with never a thought or glance Waste the noontime hour with song and dance And when the day for quarterlies comes They hurriedly study picking the crumbs Of knowledge they should have garnered before, Eagerly striving for marks as of yore. Before the piano went into the gym They spent most noons like those of him Who passed at the top in both class and exam, And with care reasoned out the syntax of poenam, Which in other than Caesar is hard to relate Except for Miss Boice who in dreams can translate. The last period after lunch Miss Brown teaches quite some bunch For of all the classes through the live long day The best is the government of the U. S. A. But the best time of all since at nine we met Is after three thirty when all we may forget. N. B. HEARD IN LATIN II CLASS “Lyndon, give the principal parls of the verbs meaning, to skate, also failio.” Lyndon: “Skato, slipere, falli bumptus,—oh!” Failio, failire, flunki, suspendusi.

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WEBSTERS Hope—That which is expected by Lyndon. Hazel—A peculiar nut which is usually found in Brazil but this one in Mattituck. Millicent—Not in common use. We hope it will be found in the next edition of Websters. THE SUCCESSION Mr. Hughes was hearing a class in civics and asked this question: “If the President, Vice President, and all the members of the cabinet died who would officiate ? ’ The class thought for some time trying in vain to recall who came next in succession. David Bader at last had a happy inspiration and he answered: “The Undertaker.” Upon entering Miss Stisser’s room you are first given the “once over” by VERA RULAND the Chief inspector of the Sophomore Class. Then you are nearly blown out of the room by a draft caused by the blowing of CARLL GRATHWOHL relating one of his imaginary rides of the night before which as usual doesn’t amount to much. While he is relating those coincidences NORMA just sits and casts those eyes. But there is one who is oblivious of this. It is studious BLAIR who has his nose buried in a “Caesar Book”. Now, stop!—look!—and listen for CLARA BOND is going to render us a solo entitled,—“The Rose of No Man’s Land.” Above this loud clamor is heard the shrill giggling of JENNIE GRAY laughing at one of her own jokes the point of which no one else can see. Oh! but we have forgotten ALICE WOLFE. But she is just “O”! Signed—DADDY LONGLEGS.