Mattituck High School - Reflector Yearbook (Mattituck, NY)

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magazine a success financially are representative Suffolk County people. They have helped make Eastern Long Island what it is and these fair fields and beautiful waters are better known everywhere because of what they have planned and done. We suggest that all our friends co-operate with them not onlv in social affairs, but in business matters. —S Last year’s magazine was a War number. This year, peace seems assured to us. Moreover most of our brave boys who were then defending us abroad on land and sea are home again. In regard to the World War Veterans we say: “Cheers for the living, tears for the dead!” —S SALUTATORY We, the class of 1919, wish to take this opportunity of extending to you our greetings. We also desire to thank our teachers, the school officials and all others, who have had our interest at heart. It seems but yesterday when we first entered the doors of our school. Smilingly she extended her wel- come; painstakingly she has guided us; sadly we bid her farewell and trust that the ideals for which she has stood will be attained in life by us. Three Poems of the Great World War Many immortal stories, songs, and poems have been composed during the World War. From this countless number three shine forth like stars in a dark sky and will be known the world over forever. They are “In Flanders Field”, by McCrae; “Girl of Mine’’, by Durkee, and ‘‘Avenue of the Allies” by Noyes. Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, soldier, phvsi-

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'Published by the Students of the ‘Matthuch High School June, 1919 M. Hope Duryee, Editor Alice Silkworth, Assistant Editor Lyndon Tuthill, Business Manager EDITORIALS For some time the question had been what to call our magazine. Many names were suggested for it but all were rejected so we decided it should be named ‘IT’. —D Sometimes one is apt to think of loyalty as some- thing pertaining simply to our flag or to our country at large. We believe it goes further and should enter all places and every home. Loyal citizens are the home builders and faithful workers. We feel that there must be a spirit of mutual helpfulness and that each must be interested in the advancement of all. How often we hear the expression, “A chain is no stronger than its weakest link.” Similarly the stand- ing and stability of a town is no greater than its most backward and worthless individuals. We plead that the worthy efforts made by so many of our people h supported even more loyally in the future so that our faith in God be strengthened; that our country may continue to have the services of stalwart men and noble women; that the charm and sanctity of our homes be made secure forever. —S Our Friends should read the list of advertisers. The men and women who have helped us to make this

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cian and poet died of pneumonia in France 1918. He was a graduate of the University of Toronto and had been later associated with John Hopkins. He became a member of the Royal College of Physicians, London, and of the Association of American Physicians. Dur- ing the Boer War he received the Queen’s Medal with three clasps for his campaign there. His poem was written amidst the fire and blood of the Battle of Ypres. He had his headquarters in a hole dug in the ground, and often men, who had been shot, would roll down into this dug out. During lulls he watched his comrades burying their dead until the crosses, row on row, grew into a large cemetery. Again and again, between the crashes of the artillery the song of the lark could be heard. From these circumstances grew the immortal lines: In Flanders Field the poppies blow Between the crosses, row and row. That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow. Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Field. Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders Field. Another Canadian Major, A. A. Durkee, wrote “Girl of Mine.’, He left his home in August 1914 for oversea duty. As he left the house his little daughter