Mattituck High School - Reflector Yearbook (Mattituck, NY)

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In After Days In after days, when our school friends have long been parted, We shall often recall the days when first we started. We shall look back with tender yearning, To those weary days of learning; The tiring lessons that we had to do; To us they seemed far from few. Life’s mysterious veil shall soon be drawn between: We shall of times like to bring back what we have seen: We’ll recall the words that once were spoken, The tender threads shall soon be broken Which have bound us to those happy days beyond recall. In the future years we know Fate's dim curtain will fall But Hope should make a rainbow of our fears For we see fast approaching years Time shall point the path of duty to be done; And although for us it may not seem like fun, We shall answer to the test And shall always do our best. Wherever Fate may take us Whatever it may make us: Remember of the past Will make us to the last Although our lives may be clouded with much sadness Glad of the knowledge we acquired in M. H. S. E. M. H. Page Twenty-one

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WASHINGTON TRIP At last the long looked for day arrived. It was a pleasant April morning when the Senior Class under the leadership of Principal Wood of Sag Harbor left New York for Philadelphia. After a brief stay in the “Quaker City” they passed on to Wash- ington the city of their dreams, the goal of two years planning To tell of the Capital’s many interesting sights and the Capitol’s grandeur would fill this entire book. We will not tire you with those tales. In fact, one half never could be told (?) so we will conclude this article and say as Priscilla might have said “See for yourselves, next year Juniors.” Page Twenty

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The Fate of a Sheet of Paper The world is wrapped in darkness. Thet ime is midnight; the scene, a printing office. The characters are a sheet of paper and a small picture. Both of these articles are in a desk drawer where they have been placed but a short time ago. The picture has settled down for a good night’s rest but the paper cannot sleep. Thoughts keep coming to his mind, making sleep impossible. Paper feels that something terrible is about to happen. He looks at his friend, the picture, and sees that he is sound asleep. Paper decides that he too will go to sleep and once more tries, but no, he cannot. Thoughts will persist in coming to his mind. Finally, when sleep does come, it takes the form of a night, mare. An object seems to lean over him and say, “Awakenj Make use of your last moments, for your end is near; yes, very near. Thou shalt ne’er again see light of day. Before many hours thou shalt be but dust and ashes. Not only thee, but thousands of others shall perish this night. But do not grieve. Rejoice, for part of you shall be saved, that part which cannot die! Your soul shall soar skyward, where never again will you suffer pain or fear. But I must take wing and warn other souls who are less fortunate than thee. Fare-thee-well!” As the last words are uttered, a flutter of wings is heard and then silence. Paper awakens with a start as a light flashes on his eyes. “What has happened?” he wonders. “What do I see?” Then he remembers his dream and wonders if he has been asleep or if it is really true. Then he hears a noise of loud voices and the ringing of a bell. He remembers Mr. Picture, his friend of the evening before. He speaks to him but there is no answer, for Mr. Picture is beyond hearing. The smoke has already suffocated him. Paper makes one last effort to rouse him, then he too sinks back and is gone, as the flames now have surrounded him on all sides. A little later his soul flies skyward, in the form of a scrap of paper. Though people see it go, they do not know that it is the soul of a sheet of paper upon which once was written part of that which was intended to have been put in our school magazine. Page Twenty-two