Rye Neck High School - Scraps Yearbook (Mamaroneck, NY)

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EDITORIAL STAFF se as Editorsfinfchief 'Judson Benjamin ' Herbert R. Houghton, jr. ar wk A Assistant Editors School Notes ....,....,...,....., Q ...,.,,,.....,................ James Fee Everett Houghton Athletics .,,..,.... 4 ,.,...,..................... Edith Meyer f George Ockershauscn Essays, .................,...........,.,....,,....,.....,...., Glemana Parker Business -Managers ...,.........., Albert Langvforthy A John Donnelly- Typists ........., ......i.....,.. G lemana Parker i Gertrude Guthrie I EDITORIAL 4' - T' Respectfuly dedicated to the memories: of' the past. Is that a fitting epithet to 'be written oaths page 'following the last chap' ter of schoollife, with a grand flourish, 'the cover tackedon, and-the book tucked in 'the archives of youth? Or should there be write' ten oh the page: continued? Life isa book, -not a set of multifhued pamphlets. 'It' has a' plot, it has continuity. Afteri the first page 'is a second, and after that -another, and many more, but all the pages are part of the same book. ' '- I These few days remaining may be the last that this graduating class may see fof Rye Neck. But it cannot be forgotten, for it -is an integral part of the formative period during which each personality has been' fitted' for the final- plunge into independence and worldliness. It is a center about which ref volves all'other youthful activities., - a V. The Senior Class of '30 presents Scraps, with a little fatherly pride, respectfully dedi- cated, thefinal product of its editorialhlaf bors. We have produced three previous numbers, and altho we did not realize our ambition toput out' an eight -page paper, we feel that we have been successful insofar as literary value is concerned. I I We are including two innovations: individf ual pictures -of the Senior Glass and a sec' tion devoted? to the underclassmeng We hope our -effort at underclass fraternalism is appref ciated. ' Q. I , Judson Benjamin I I EDITORIAL why do we auf L'scRAPs ? why do we have a paper at all? It uses up much valuable time and takes a lot of trouble to put out. ' But it's worth it! Not one of the minutes we spend on it is wasted. Every one is counted in 'experience and pleasure+pleasf ure derived from a thing done, not perhaps tor perfection, but toiithe best of our ability, and that is what counts. ' This year we have outfdone all previous Senior classes in the history of Rye Neck High School by editing four edtions of SCRAPS of which,.we printed two ourf selves. The first appeared as a travel numf ber, including poems and articles on travel. The secondiwas. given over 'principally to school notes. Much praise was heard over our third edition,,especially, which was def voted -almost entirely .N to deseriptionsrof the most interesting historic spots of Westchesf ter County. .. . . iAnd now we come tolTlHE 'SGRiAPS 'of the year, the June year book which you are now reading. Our last effort has been made and it isin your hands. Do you like it? V Herbert R. Houghton, jr 5- , , .' . , .i . ,wtf COMING or THE :SPRING ' ' How desolate a wi.nt'ry day V 'Neath leaden clouds of snow, For such a time you scare can say Or hear a friend's, Hello! The windows, every one, tight shut, The doors call 'double barred, Make match for Mother Nature's crust, The earth, so' cold: and hard. A A But, when Erst signs of 'Spring appear, The world is changed a-new, A And voices, sounding loud with cheer, A Break forth to welcome you. I . What! once was bare and-barrentsoil, Is feathered now witlrgreen, And mysteriesof bloom and leaf I Have burst from buds unseens. 7 Oh, where now, Winter, is thy realm? You have :not left a thing To interrupt that great advance, The coming of,the Spring! . - Herl:iert1R.-Houghton, Jr: Page Four

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SCRAPS VOL. VIII. MAMARONECK, N. Y. Edited by the Senior Class JUNE, 1930, No 4 Seventyffive cents a copy REMINISCENCE I rest in my chair and close my eyes At the end of a weary day, And memory seeing the empty thoughts Throngs in and fills the way. My halls resound with joyous cries I Of song and laughter shrillgs My windows open on phantom views I And I rent and drink my fill. ' Rejoice my heart at memories treat I Before you wake to say, 'Tis the fleeing dreams of a lotusland f-v:V , That was your yesterday. ' 4 Victoria iMa,xweAII E vw., f X A HARMONY IN PINK AND WHITSHAQ' I woke this morning To see lilacs, piled pink and white, Above our garden gateg Sweet alyssum flowers Edged our garden pathsg And slim white birches, A H Clothed in filmy green chiffons, Shut me in this happy garden. I looked up thrilled to see A shower of pinkftipped apple blossoms Half obscuring an azure sky. Every poignant thrilling scent Makes my heart swell afnew with Ioveg Love for lilaes, pink and whiteg Love for pinkfmisted garden gatesg Love for dewy petalled apple blossoms, And love for birches, slim and white. Yearning for nature, Harmonies in pink and white. Edith Meyer Ev IN THE SPRING Apology to Willialxi Martin, author The Apple Blossoms Have you ever walked along ' In the Spring, in the Spring? And heard the birds' sweet song L , -' In the Spring! Have you felt your blood a-tingling Q'Xnd,the carliby odors mingling, With perfumes of blossoms ling'ring Inlithe Spring? Tilaveyqu inhadfe' your pace go slower ' Inwthe Spring, in the Spring? Touadmire a rare wild flower 'fTIn the Spring! Qnpperhaps to see a robin K his pert, brown head afbobbin' O'er the worm that he is gobblin', ' 'In the Spring? Have you ever heard a brook In the Spring, in the Spring? From some unnoticed nook In the Spring! Have you seen the trees all feathery And the grass beneath all heathery With the colors blending cleverly In the Spring? If you've passed along the way In the Spring, in the Spring? And have failed to feel quite gay In the Spring! Then to me you're not quite human If o'er troubles you keep moonin' And be blind to nature's bloomin' In the Spring. Clemana Page Three

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Essays ON HICCUPS Bacon has defined his essays as certain brief notes, not vulgar but of a kind where' of men shall find much in experience and little in books. Even you have had experif ence with hiccups., Don't dare deny it. In this article I shall endeavor to expound my own personal theory of -hiccups, their na' ture, source and circumstance-as attained through practical .experience. A hiccup, as found in the dictionary, is a short, catching sound due to spasmodic conf traction of the diaphragm and windfpipef' It is more than this, it is ga curse to mankind. Biologists, mathematicians, chemists and doc' tors have failedtin their duty to humanityg for search where you may there is no work which treats on this great-and serious subject of hiccups. They comewhen they will and leave when they may. You either turn blue in the face trying to swallow nine gulps of water without breathing, fone usually gets to about the eighth.-and chokesj waiting for some kind- friend to surprise you with- a fine thump on the back. -,I think this is to thump the diaphragm andfwindpipe back into proper working condition. If neither of these works, the best cure, is to just hiccup away until thehiccups are tired of hiccupping. This malady is usually followed with a queer inner feeling of giddinessior embarrassment, all dependent onthe time 'and place in which they occur. A H ' I But hold! Do not flatteryourself on being' the only one who gets hiccups-dogs have themg but as they are quitepincapableof say' ing oops or excuse,me ,after each one, they usually crawl underpthe table to enjoy them in solitude. Closely related to the hiccup is that catch' ing of the breath which follows a good cry. This also has been attained through pracf tical experienceg but along with the new sen' sation, there comes-a feeling of satisfaction or self pity, rather than of giddiness or embarf rassment. Like the dog's hiccups, it is usually enjoyed by oneself-but not under'a -table. Now the lesson to be learned from this little, discussion, gentle reader, is never to op' pose the Fates. Julius Caesar and other great men did it. and received death as their ref ward. They all suffered from hiccups, but failed to take a lesson fromvthemg for strange things may happen-just as hiccups dog let them have their own wayfjust as the hicf cups do-and maybe, perhaps, they too will pass away-just as the hiccups do. Victoria Maxwell , POETS AND SLUGGARDS He sat there sunning himself, in the new born virility of an early summer sun. He was seated upon the green-sward, his back rested against a habitation of the strangest' sort-constructed of every conceivable mate' rial that might be found upon a virgin mounf tainsideg oddfshaped stone, twigs, limbs, and hacked logs, stuffed in between with green moss and gray, weatherfyvorn! grass ,of last year. thin stackgrose ,incongruouslyat a rakish angle from the. thatchedjroof, from which trickled a .straggling line of smoke, undisturbed by air currents, . One hand of the man rested .upon the tousled. neck of his dog, which seemed as content to drowse in the warmth, contem- plating lazily in the pleasant lassitude., as His gun lay across his lap,,its worn contrasting dully with the carefully .oiled brilliance of the barrel. It was pleasant to sit thus, to thinkof nothing, and content with- everything. Now there are several reasons Awhy a man should wish to be alone. As this one was: for companions his affectionate dog, as tousled as himself g his gun, which he treated with the passionate care as one would her nrstfborng and the.tall, rugged trees, now silent, save for an occasional sleepy twitter. .The urge of the hermit may drive a man into the wilderness: quitting his fellow men for some ideal which has -inspired him with terror of the world's wickedness. But this man, was he a hermit? After all, a hermit is, in a way, a sort of fanatic. But there is not the fire of an unhealthy ambition for salvaf tion by his withdrawal -from his -sinful brothers in his eyes., lndeedfhis- eyes are calm, and filled merely with the agreeable philosophy induced by the languor of late spring. , 'A A . Page Five