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

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18 THE ORANGE PEAL “Quiet he, but we don’t care; Quiet dispositions wear, And sometimes, sudden as can be, Forsooth, why all this drollery?” That’s Bob. WILLIAM SMITH (alias “Bob”) Quiet and retiring until aroused, he’s a fast friend of all of us. With remarkable ability displayed, he puts things through— not over. Operetta ’22, ’23; Football ’23, ’24; School Orchestra ’22, ’23, ’24; Junior Play; Senior Play; Track Team ’23. “She is pretty to walk with, witty to talk with and pleasant to think on. ESTHER BURLING STREET (alias “Es,” “Streeter”) Witty, good humored and agreeable with a remarkable ability for creating a good time and a congenial atmosphere, she is a “stylish,” “smilish” girl well liked by everyone. Operetta ’22, ’23, ’24; Soccer ’23; Par- rish Speaking Contest 23, 24, Piesident Sophomore Class ’23; Senior Play. “You come late—yet you come.” RICHARD M. WELLS (alias “Rich,” alias “Dick,” alias “Stubby”) The most jolly fun, with an over-develop- ed sense of humor, a love for music and saxophones, he is a teaser of his friends and a despair to his teachers—our own Richard Wells. Operetta ’24; School Orchestra ’23, ’24; Junior-Senior Debate ’23, ’24; Triangular Debate ’24; Secretary A. A. ’24; Senior Play; Editor “Red and White” ’23-’24.

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THE ORANGE PEAL 17 “If you would not so quiet ibe We easier might fathom thee. How silently her days pass by, What think you fellows, is she shy?” GENEVIEVE MARY ROCHE (alias “Gen,” alias “Dimples”) A keen quick mind, the most appreciative listener to everything; jolly, never cross; says little, thinks much (maybe). Senior Play; Winner Mental Arithmetic Contest ’20. “Her hair was not more sunny than her smile.” AMANDA H. RULAND (alias “Toby”) A small and dainty miss is she, very fond of violins and violinists. Keen witted and terribly cute. Senior Play; Orchestra ’23; Parrish Speaking Contest ’24; Soccer; Operetta ’22, ’23. “She had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade and a hand to execute.” GERRETTA W. SKINNER Of congenial disposition, sense of humor, and a ready wit, “Skinny” is an object for all those who like to tease. She has nice broad shoulders to put your responsibilities on, too. Vice President Juniors ’23; Editor Red and White ’23-’23; Parrish Speaking Con- test ’22, ’23.

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THE ORANGE PEAL 19 “Fleet was he as an eagle’s wing.” RAYMOND GREENE Quiet, funny fellow, somewhat superior to the rest of us. Being so silent as a rule you wouldn’t think he is much given to howls (Howell’s) but he is. We appreciate him at his par value. School Orchestra ’21, ’22, ’23, ’24; medal winner Track ’22, ’23, ’24; Track representa- tive at Schenectady ’23; Cornell ’24; Foot- ball ’22, ’23. The Editor Looks Back Of course it’s all very well for beautiful people to be photographed, people who can raise their eyes towards the vaulted arch of heaven (the rafters in reality) and by sheer transformation of character assume an “I can hear the angels’ wings” expression. It’s all very well, too, for people with Roman noses to strike Vergilian poses, or for people with noble, broad foreheads to put a nonchalant forefinger to their heads and look philosophical. But why should just plain, ordinary people be photographed? They usually don’t like their pictures themselves and neither do their friends. It’s a work of art, in short, that somehow misses its mark. Let me portray for you the throes through which the victim passes. He enters the chair. He leaves it with the feeling of comfort that is brought to an aching tooth when the owner mounts the dentist’s chair. But in detail— the photographer arranges his limbs in what he considers a real life-like and pleasing pose. Really he, the posee, has never imagined a condition so awk- ward and unnatural. Then a strange man whom he may or may not have seen before, tells him to look pleasant and wiggles his fingers to get attention. If you’re real small he wiggles his ears. Some do anyway. But you just can’t smile for your smiles mean something. They don’t come at the beck and call of anyone, or anything. Finally you hear a click and your frozen features begin to relax and with a feeling of a crisis passed you breathe again. The next degree is waiting for the proofs. To your consternation they seem to resemble anyone but yourself. For the first time you realize that you are quite different from your mirrored reflection. Your nose turns up a little, your chin recedes and your ears are too large. Here, yoiir friends come in. You hope they’ll say it’s a poor likeness, but they’re bound to say it’s good, and one will surely say, “How it flatters you!” Oh, hum. You finally compromise and have the least bad one developed. That explains, probably, why some people wait until the last minute before they have their pictures taken. Having given you this deep and humane insight into the tortures of having your photograph taken, we feel that we may fearlessly ask for your friendly perusal and discreet comment of the foregoing.