Mattituck High School - Reflector Yearbook (Mattituck, NY)

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A UTILITARIAN Aunt (at the breakfast table): “You always ought to use your napkin, Georgie.” Georgie: “I am usin’ it, Auntie, I’ve got the dog tied to the leg of the table with it.” Lyndon (after studying Caesar): “Weren’t there crude automobiles in Caesar’s time?” Hope: “Why do you ask?” Lyndon: ‘‘Well, here it says, the Rhone was crossed by Fords!” Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The sad.lest are these. “You’ve flunked again!” Miss Brown: “Take the sentence: He slipped and fell! Is that a simple or complex idea?” George: “That’s according to the point of view you take.” Sing a song of Jesse, Charming in his looks. But Vera’s always happy, You can see it in her looks. Hope (after attending Physics class for twenty weeks): Well, the only subject, I don’t like is Physics, and I hate that. Miss Boice: I never could learn the Physics de- finitions when I was in High School. Hope: Oh! are there definitions in Physics?

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DISCOVERIES Dust is mud with the juice squeezed out. The moon is the only lighting system that never made money. A delta is a river with its mouth full of mud. A caterpillar is an upholstered worm. The laboratory isn’t heated because the furnace operator lacks elbow grease. The 1919 Freshmen are “nuts.” A civil suit is a suit a soldier puts on after he has been discharged from the army. 1 he Lieutenant Governor is a man who assists the Governor after his death. The school time is ten minutes behind the railroad time because the railroad refuses to run their time ac- cording to the school time. WANTED ADS anted by Lyndon 1 uthill: Box of high class stationary, good pen, and a bottle of Waterman’s foun- tain pen ink, also a second class mail box or a reliable mail carrier. Wanted—by Hope Duryea: Energy. Wanted—by Gertrude Cooper: A daily newspaper. Wanted—by Clara Bond: A fellow with lots of money. Wanted—by (?): A ticket to Port Jefferson.

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VALEDICTORY MIL LICENT TUTHILL Teachers and Classmates: We stand here to-night to receive our long coveted honor. As we look back over the past four years, our path seems not without its thorns. But we are giad to have had this thorny way for now we can realize it was not all in vain. That our aim was high, not low, which is crime is shown by our determination and that we have not failed has been left for you to judge. But the time has come and as we pass on, there comes a feeling of joy mingled with sorrow. Our high school days are ended; our class has graduated: to-morrow we shall enter into wider duties of life for— e hear a voice you cannot hear Which says we must not stav. W e see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons us away. SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT Shi ps that pass in the night and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another. Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. A few years ago a small book appeared with these lines as its theme. Beatrice Harraden was the author and this was considered by some her best book, but