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

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6 THE PARTING SHOT Editorial In one of our meetings, the question of a class memorial arose, and natux-ally the first thing that appealed to us was to give a play, a precedent long ago established by former classes. Many objections to this arose and were discussed at length until we finally decided to br«ak the custom, and print a book to defray the necessary expenses. As a result we have this pamphlet. In it we have endeavored to put such remembrances as will be pleasant in after years. We do not give it to you with apology, but with a hearty desire for your approval. Be- yond the memories which remain, this book w ill be the principal connect- ing link between the members of our class and between them and their high school days. Of necessity then, this volume should be a record of the pleasant incidents which have fallen to our share. We now place it at your mercy, hoping that all jokes will be received in the same spirit that they are given. EMMA BELLOWS. Salutatory We, the Class of 1914, extend to you, our friends, a most hearty wel- come to our last exercises as Seniors of Southampton High School. It is a source of pride to us to feel that the efforts of four long years of hard study have been successful. We have just gone through one of the hardest weeks ox our lives, and regents examinations are “has beens”; nut, now, with hearts llight and minds free from care, we shall endeavor to make this, the last afternoon that we spend here together, an enjoyable one in oi'der that we may, in after lxfe, look back to it with pride and pleasure. We are glad you are to spend this hour with us, and beg that you do not take offence at any of the things which may be said by us, but re- ceivc them as they arc given, in a good natured and friendly spirit. To- day neither principal nor teachers can reprimand us for our actions. It is our day, that of the class of 1914, and we cordially invite you to share it with us. BERNARD HIRSCHFELD. Miss Turnbull: “Leland, you were absent yesterday.” Leland: “1 know it.”

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THE PARTING SHOT 5 HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY Prof. J. G. Peck Miss Alice Turnbull Miss Della Smith Miss Mary Gambell Mr. D. E. Wilson Miss Edith Corser Miss Mabel Zimmer Miss Irene Harsha SENIOR CLASS Bernard Hirschfeld, President Helen Whitman, Vice-President Jeannette Leek, Secretary and Treasurer Geraldine Jennings Viola Edwards Mary Halsey Marcia Griffin Emma Bellows George Baird Alan Hildreth Paul Nugent Milton Hirschfeld Kenneth Havens Frances Fitzpatrick IjCViST+i.

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THE PARTING SHOT The Class History of 1914 Today, as you gaze upon these sedate, self-satisfied and perfectly com- posed Seniors, it will perhaps he hard to realize that four years ago the majority of them entered the Southampton High as fearful of teachers and the coming routine as any set of freshies. The first few days were spent in disposing of money for books, learning our doom as to classes and teachers, and (last but by no means least, in falling on the floor. The following weeks were little different from those of any first year in High school, and then as always the vacations loomed up as bright spots on the horizon. As graduation day drew near, we watched with jealous and longing eyes the preparations made to honor the graduates of 1910. On the night of the exercises we sat in our humble seats, and, open mouthed drank in all, vaguely grasping the fact that we too, some day should be similar objects of envy. The next fall we assembled again, and after the usual helter-skelter first day, settled down to work. The responsibilities of our Sophomore year sat heavily upon us. We soon lost these however, and became as carefree as any freshie. This light heartedness and light headedness followed us through all—even when we awoke to find ourselves Juniors. Not until Spring burst forth and with it preparations for Commencement, were we brought suddenly to earth. This hard dot was ours through the in- strumentality of the Seniors. Much there was to be done, and some one must do it. Who should it be? Why, the Juniors, of course! Since it was impossible to refuse, although it sadly hurt our pride, to say noth- ing of our fingers, to twist stems about to form their motto, we trim- med for Glass Day. Was it not, then, most unkind, after all our loving devotion, for these same Seniors on the afternoon of Class Day, to “knock” us so hard that we scarcely recovered in time to return to school next fall. We reentered school with much the same spirit as the rest of the pupils, but we were not destined to rest in quiet and peace. Our teachers lost no time in impressing upon our minds that we were Seniors, and must conduct ourselves as such in both work and demeanor. We must have been rather hard to impress for throughout the year we have been continually reminded of this same fact both in English and history classes. One dreai-y afternoon in the middle of the year the members of the Senior Class were summoned to a small room. Here our Principal awaited us; when the last one had found a seat, he broke the news—we must or- ganize! After giving us much valuable advice, telling us of a prize of- fered for the best essay by a Senior on Colonial Architecture, and of a proposed trip to Washington, and after directing the election of a chair- man, he left us to our own devices. Such a calm! At last our chairman spoke,—a president should be elected. The nomination was prompt, and the ayes unanimous. Our trouble came when we attempted to secure a secretary. We were overwhelmed with work; we scarcely could see our way through our required duties. How then should we be able to perform these added tasks? It was no more than naturali that the sweet and