Southampton High School - Sea Spray Yearbook (Southampton, NY)

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THE PARTING SHOT 13 P stands for Paul with his Cadillac car. With Alan and his Hupp he is now on a par. Q stands for quizzes, those hard monthly tests. When we all knuckle down and strive to do best. R stands for Ralph who captained the team And took them to Good Ground Mr. Peck said ’twas imean. S stands for Saturday, the day we love best. The only one in the week when we have a good rest ( ?) T stands for Tisnower, who cried “innocent.” On freeing Joan she was certainly bent. U stands for all of us—happy are we, With plenty of spirit, and fancy free V stands for Viola, a nice Senior girl. To know what to say puts my head in a whirl. W stands for West Neck—its quite a place. I could tell of our fun there if I had more space. X stands for unknown quantities phew! Just look around; You’ll see quite a few. stands for yells that the freshmen do. If they don’t know a better one, they just say “Bo.” Z stands for Miss Zimmer, not least but last. Many lectures has she given in this year just past. When I was working as assistant in a large butcher shop in New York, I received a letter from the President of Southampton College, asking me to look up the members of the graduating class of 1914, and request each one to make a donation toward building a new dormitory. Much to my sur- prise the letter was signed Bernard Hirschfeld, M. A., L. L. D., Ph. D. I wondered how he knew where I was, but the mystery was explained when he said that, upon hearing I was practicing surgery he wrote to the (medical college from which I was graduated, and so found out my whereabouts. Immediately I called up Marcia Griffin, with whom I was still intimate, and who had recently given up her position as head of an institution for the perfect bringing up of children in order to lead a suffragette hike across the continent. I thought the voice of the operator who responded sounded familiar but could not place it, so I asked Marcia to assist my memory. “Oh, that is Kenneth Havens,” she replied, “you know he always liked electricity. He used to live in the laboratory with Mr. Wilson.” I knew Marcia had kept in touch with the affairs of the day more than I and, when she mentioned Milton Hirschfeld, I eagerly asked, “What do you know of him?” “Well,” she said, “he has just been sent to England as special ambassador to argue the English government into reducing its navy. I aim sure he will succeed, aren’t you? I never knew him to give up in an argument.” She did not know of any of ‘the others so proposed that we get a di- rectory, and see whether any were in the city. This we did and soon found GEORGE BAIRD. Prophecy

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12 THE PARTING SHOT The days seem all too few. The larger tasks of broader life Upon our path are seen. Oh! be the future ever bright To you, our class ’14. And once again farewefll we say To all we’re leaving here To you, dear old Southampton High, For whom we’ll ever cheer. To teachers, school mates gathered ’round; To all that school days mean. Our hearts shall keep while life shall last, Our dear old class ’14. GERALDINE JENNINGS. School Alphabet A stands for Alan with plenty of wit. His Hupp with Jeannette has made quite a hit. B stands for Bernard, our prexy sedate (?). Who threw pillows at Wash- ington early and late. C stands for Miss Corser, a teacher cf history, To all of her classes she is still quite a mystery. D stands for Dorothy, calm and serene. Who has never been known to do anything mean. E stands for Emma, a doctor to be; But I hope very much that she won’t doctor me. F stands for Frances who, though small in size. Won for our school the first Parrish prize. G stands for Geraldine, who’s fond of star gazing. In all our trips south, she found nothing amazing. H stands for Helen, our vice-president true. Who has shown to us clearly what study can do. I stands for Inez who taUks a “big heap.” We sometimes wonder if she stops in her sleep. J stands for Jeannette with a swing built for two. I won’t say any more— I think that will do. K stands for Kenneth whose affinities dwell in Brooklyn and Quogue and Sag Harbor as well. L stands for “Lab.”, “Doc” Wilson’s domain. Where everyone goes with pleasure or pain. M stands for me, who am quaking with fear. When I think what I’ll get for the things I’ve told here. N stands for Newman, who was once so demure. Who for thinking of girls now needs a sure cure. 0 is the expression we many-times hear. When classes are called and lessons not clear.

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14 THE PARTING SHOT Baird, George—Head of New York City post-office. We were surprised to find him in such a position, and decided to have an interview with him. On the way to his home we bought a daily paper, and the first thing that met our eyes was a picture of Helen Whitman. On reading the accompanying article we found that she had recently been appointed interpreter of Asiatic languages at San Francisco. There was a long account of her achievements in deciphering the characters on an ancient Korean stone. We were not surprised to find that Helen was as studious as ever. While we were making our way through Five Points, the car was sud- denly held up by a great commotion in the street. Immediately everyone rushed out to see what the trouble was; and then to our amazement we saw Mary Halsey in police-woman’s uniform, a badge on her coat and a club in her hand, dragging a husky fellow out of a saloon. There were a number of toughs and a dozen or so policewomen but Mary was chief. Mary was to march in the next suffrage parade, so Marcia said. On our arrival at Baird’s private residence, we were ushered into a beauti- ful reception room where we waited for the head of the house. In a little while he, with his wife at his side and two small boys behind, came in. I looked at them, then at Marcia. Marcia was staring in amazement with ..er mouth open and her eyes as big as saucers. She at length turned and said to me. “Who would have thought that George Baird and Jeannette Leek were destined to be man and wife? I guess Alan anxT Kenneth sat up and took notice.” We had a very pleasant visit with the happy family, and talked about old times. Jeannette and George showed us all over their lovely home. On the wall in one corner of the (library, we noticed a large picture of Alan Hildreth. Immediately we wanted to know where he was. Jeannette blushed and took hold of George’s arm while he explained. He said that after the quarrel Alan went out west, and tried to forget his past experiences. He bought a hundred acre farm in Utah, and took up the quiet life of a farmer. It was not long before he was persuaded to become a Mormon and then Dan Cupid began work. Alan now had six wives, and bright prospects for an- other. Jeannette remarked that some people’s ideas change as they get cider. A short time after this Marcia was looking at some photographs on the table, and saw one of Paul Nugent. She asked where he was. “Paul,” said Jeannette, “is making a great success of life. He is raising dogs in a small town up-.State and has named everyone Genevieve. He has Genevieve 1, Genevieve 2, Genevieve 23 and I don’t know how many others. I think Genevieve 58U is his favorite. You know Cornell is a great college for nature study and he took an extra course in dog raising.” “That reminds me of something that happened the other day,” said George, “I was in Ithaca and passed a tin peddler’s wagon. It was well decked out with shining tin. On the back were hung dish-pans, on the top, wash-boilers and tea kettles, and on the sides all kinds of pans, covers, etc. My attention was drawn to it because the driver was everlastingly whip- ping a thin scrawny horse. When I took a second look, whom did I see as the offender but Arthur Newman, the would-be mechanical engineer. We had a pleasant talk during which he said that he had recently sold Paul Nugent a wagon load of tin troughs for feeding dogs. His business was a prosper- ous one, and he seemed happy and contented.”