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

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TAPS 9 In fun and rivalry; yea, we spread for the masters A feast, in return for their kindness ne’er forgotten— On the eve of All Hallows, they gamboled with us. We bought a banner of shining silk, Silk blue as the heavens, and silver as the pale moon. We went through the valley of Regents, emerging To sit in the seats of the mighty, which behold, No longer were mighty as in thought we had painted. Money of the realm we collected with toil, And with it did journey into a far country, Seeing strange sights and returning full Of wondrous tales;'—At last leaving these portals To make tales—great or small, none knoweth. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Not marble, nor the gilded monument's of prince» Shall outlast my powerful rhyme. lEDITOR’S NOTE: Ye Gods! Powerful! That isn’t the word for it. It knocked me out for two hours. To the Class of ’24 About the Trip to Washington; If you want to know, Whether it’s proper to test the power of your lungs on the train, ask the Seniors. Whether you should take a sightseeing trip around the city at 6 p. m., ask Nancy, Marion and Elizabeth M. Whether you should find more attractions in the hotel across the way than in your own, ask Cortland and Frank. Whether its nice to go home at 3 a. m., ask Wince. Whether you should pay full fare in the trolley car, ask Alice, Adelaide and Eleanor. Whether it is good etiquette to fall into someone’s arms while on the trolley, ask Adelaide. Whether the best time to clean shoes is at 4 a. m., ask Nancy and Marion. Whether you should make much noise in your hotel room, ask Frances, Greta and Augusta. Whether you should look like a chaperon, ask Mliss Tuthill. Whether you should buy neck supporters before going into the Congressional Library, ask anyone. Practical Physic» Miss Schrader (after buying candy which had not been weighed, but charged for)—When I get home I’ll find out how much you cheated me. E. ManSbergen—JBut you miust rememjber that you live on Hill street, and weight decreases as altitude grows greater.

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8 TAPS will surpass ours. It would be sad indeed if these things were so. What is it to us that we shall be surpassed by some other class? We shall be glad, for it will show that Southampton High is getting better. In our day we have done what we could. “When the sun has sunk to rest In the cradle of the West, In the sky will proudly float The Red and White.” And may it have cause to float more proudly with each succeed- ing year. Class History Backward, turn backward, O Time, Like the hands of a watch in the turning, Backward unto aeons forgotten. To those dim, distant ages When entered this class as Freshmen Into a life filled with things then unknown. Yea, we saw' then the Seniors As creatures of a different race, Haughty and noble, walking with lordly steps On the empyrean heights of Olympus. Now, ourselves attaining the summit, We see, and are made to see By bands of Freshmen, no longer humble As those in the days now departed for ages, The feet of clay, on u'hich understanding, We walk on the mount long desired. As Freshmen and Sophomores we toiled, We labored, we studied, we played. Of us, some walked with Caesar and lived; Some handled contrivances of steel, Cunning machines, by which. letters are written; Some tore their hair in madness to find The values of X and Y, things unknown. Many wept tears and gnawed pencils, Trying to solve theorems, Spinxlike, Egyptian. We sought to speak in the tongues Of nations far distant, of France and of golden Spain. Ones of our class strove for our school On athletic fields, on the stage, in the opera. All these things we did, but as Juniors We surpassed ourselves; we worked as before, But also we did things strange to Juniors aforetime. We struggled with the Seniors, the Lords of Creation,

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10 TAPS Class Statistics of June, 1923 Silence ........ Giantess ...... Dunce ......... Saint .......... Chatterbox Bluff ......... Noise .......... Bashful ........ Faculty Pet . . . Shark .......... Butterfly ..... Class Terror . . V amp ......... Cherub ........ Lamb .......... Delicate Flower Bleached Blond . . . Adelaide Corwiith ....... Bessie Frank ..... Greta Osborne . . . Nancy Campbell ..... Frances Balnis . . . . Augusta Halsey . Trumayne Marshall ..... Clarence Deim . . Winston Jennings ..... Cortland Smith ..... Marion Halsey ...... Mary Sakowicz . Elizabeth Campbell ........ Frank Schug ........ Alice Webb Elizabeth Mansberger . . . . Almira Topping In a parlor were three, My girl, a lamp, and me. Three’s a crowd without doubt. Wasn’t it nice when the lamp went out? Silently, and one by one, In the record books of the teachers, Blossom the little zeros, The forget-me-nots of the pupils. My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank, The height of the contents to see; He lighted a match, to assist him, “Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.” Twenty Freshmen grew up fast Seniors they became at last All were dunces in the lot— Every lesson they forgot. Now they sit in other schools Teaching other little fools. Go put your creed into your deed, Nor speak with double tongue. Little Joe Barnwell (at circus)—Oh, father, see the elephant take up the peanuts wth his vacuum cleaner! Miss Tuthill (while coaching the Senior Play)—Willard, you keep your profile toward the audience too much. I wish you’d change your face onice in a while. I’m tired of it.