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

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14 TAPS BESSIE FRANK— “A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men.” The real name of this person is Eliza- beth, but we didn’t put it down because nobody would have known it—we our- selves didn’t until a month agO'—anyhow, it’s too big and dignified a name for a small piece of humanity like this. Who ever saw Bessie when she was really angry, spitting and sputtering like “Sophy,” for instance? No one. Who ever saw her laugh with her pencil at her mouth? We did! Who says so? Everybody! She is another of our numerous brilliant stud- ents. Here’s hoping your “dainty little feet” carry you far! MiARY AUGUSTA HALSEY—“And there came a fair maid from a distant land!” We’re not as well acquainted with Au- gusta as with most of the other 23-ers, since she just started to come to our finishing school in January. Therefore, readers, we’re sorry to disappoint you. No, absolutely not. We cannot publish any scandal concerning h,er. Keep on reading, though; there are others to come whose slates are not so clean. Gusta is still another in our galaxy of academic stars, and moreover, her piano-playing is like the famed “music of the spheres.” Here’s to a demure good sport. (By the way, her dwelling is in Sagaponack, if that knowledge will help you out.) MARION ELEANOR HALSEY — “Like a circle ending never Does her tongue run on forever.” This beauty is variously referred to as Mary-Anne, Nela and Spika—0 yes, and as “my little dark-eyed girl.” Then too, she is an ex-Water Mill-ite, so her abilities are explained. She is one of the firm o “Nance and Nela,” a partnership some- times, or rather very many times, on the verge of dissolution, but having wjthin it an efTi|cient self-healing element. In English class she shines by means of her poetry and romantic prose, and in the Senior Room by ready speech. Ihe Class of ’23 hopes that there will never be a time when you cannot say “I’m glad that I’m glad that I’m glad...........”

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TAPS 13 ADELAIDE EOiSTEiR GORWITH— “Silenice is of the gods, Only the monkeys chatter.” Who knows not Skipper and Patricia Puddlejumiper? What fire is th|ere, O Catiline, what game, at which she has not been present? How many times has she not sworn at thee, or confounded the race and doings of the magna numina of the Aeneid? How mjany questions has she not asked in Spanish class? In what mischief have not her fiery locks been seen? But let us speak no evil of the great'. She was our President when we were Juniors and she worked hard for us. Now she is ou Vice-President. She is warranted good natured, human, full of fun, and full of pep, so Viva! Viva Adelaide! RUTH LOUISE CULVER—“Hail to thee, blithe spirit!” What do we see herewith? All together now! One, two, three! A pretty picture! Whose is it? Ruth Culver’s! How do we know? We’ve seen her before! Yes, so have we, truth to tell. She is one of the famous three, the Culver kids, as we all knowi She decided, a very short time ago, to graduate in 1923, so we hustled her off to have her picture taken so that you might enjoy it. Wasn’t that kind of us? Good luck, Ruth. CLARENCE CARLTON DEIM, of Wa- ter Mill— “M uch study is a weariness o fthe flesh: Let the world slide.” Friends, Romans, countrymen! Behold the vacant space where his picture should have been! Sad, sad, is it to see the blank that should have been so fair. Never- theless, let us commend him for his kind- ness, for he says that he did not have it taken so we might not have to endure the humiliation of comparing his classical fea- tures with our deformed ones. He is a silver-tongued orator, a wondrous debator (by the way, doesn’t he exercise his talents in the Senior Room, while teasing “Sophy”?) and ;an ardent (aah-dent, should I say?) student of Latin. He is badly bitten by the, at present, ubiquitous radio bug. Amlong his other accomplish- ments Rocky is a runner, and not as bad at basket ball as he might be. Sir, may you lose some few faults, and gain many honors, so fulfilling yourself.

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TAPS 15 WINSTON BURNETT JENNINGS— “W'hat thou art we know not.” This smiling orb is a son of Water Mill and is one of the star athletes of S. H. S. Oh, and lately he has developed a taste of romantic moonlight. Altogether, he seems quite heavenly, don’t you think? Winston is now a polished man of the world, very different from the shy, wild thing of the woods that came here years ago. He is no dunce at studies, as witness his success- ful battles with Caeser, Cicero, Geometry and various other foes of the High School mind’s ease. We hope you make as many goals in the game of life as you have in football— not to mention points in basketball. ELIZABETH MARIE MANSBERGEF —“I laugh, for hope hath a happy plaice with me.” Reader, you are wrong! This is not a reproduction of one of the fair ladies of a Van Dyke painting; it is our own Lizzie, the famous Ima Lemon, writer of songs to the tune of the “Sheik,” and a well known character in these halls of learning. A year or so ago she had a serious heart attack, but we are glad to say she has recovered. One black mystery is attached to her, however. Hsst! What became of the souvenir you bought at the drug store in Washington? Not a woid or the jig is up, perfessor! We wish you all success, Elizabeth; in- deed we do. MILDRED TRUMAYNE MARSHALL— “She worketh diligently and knoweth not vain idleness.” Trumayne is a very quiet and indus- trious citizen of our community, doing all that she is supposed to do without the noise and ostentation of the rest of us. She is musically inclined, too, we hear, and may have other talents of which we know nothing. May you profit by them Classmate.