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

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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.

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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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20 THE ORANGE PEAL SUGGESTED BY NUMBERS 1. Pete Balnis and Bob Smith. 2. A whole lot of couples. How many of them will be one? 3. Miss Schrader’s Virgil class. 4. The time that whisperers are dismissed. 5. The “Bunch” of the Seniors. Do you know them? 6. About the number of people in the Patchogue cheering section. We beat that. 7. When you are supposed to have acquired your use of reason. How many geometry people have ? Ask Mr. Sabine. 8. What Lillian Bennett did to the refreshments. 9. After which we are late. Ask a certain Hist. C student. 10. The age Dodo Fanning acts sometimes. 11. Time all Frosh should be in bed. 12. Time all Seniors go to bed. 13. Issy Eisner was born under that number. He sees “pretty green stars” all the time. That’s why he thinks he’s bright. 14. The room inclosing the lawbreaker (speeder). 15. The age Frenchy claims. 16. Ask the girls. 17. Beginning of “Fool’s Age” in boys. 18. When we ought to graduate. 19. The oldest Senior. Thus ends the important numbers. One Day in Washington 12:00 (a. m. or p. m. ?)—Lights glow brightly through the transoms of rooms enclosing well known Seniors in Washington. Hall cop wonders if these people sleep with their lights on when away from home. Determines to consult the cook as to why they sleep so badly. (Frequent “pops” like corks coming out of bottles, then gurgles, then giggles and quickly squelched explosions, followed by ominous quiet spells.) 12:15 a. m.—Si locked out of his room, patrols the halls in night shirt, vest, high hat and water pitcher. 12:20 a. m.—.Bob has just started an interesting dream about climbing the North Pole after Peter, when he suddenly finds a lump of ice in his bed. Thorough investigation at once begun with much enthusiasm and flying mis- siles. How did it end? ’Nuff said—the hall cop! 12:45 a. m.—Occupants of 345 have an honest-to-goodness panic when a flying ( ?) hits their shade and causes it to fly violently to the top. Imagine the scene brilliantly illuminated with electric lights followed as quickly as possible, however, by total darkness. 1:00 a. m.—359 feels a craving for nourishment, it now being 5 hours since they were fed last. A hasty visit is made to the store on the corner. 1:15 a. m.—Pangs of hunger allayed, all settle down for the night. (Everybody?) 1:25 a. m.—Mickey appears quite worn out after the long walk. (Those trolleys are so slow!) 1:25 a. m.—Dick appears, also exhausted. 2:00 a. m.—Most of us succumb to sleep. 6:00 a. m.—Mr. Sabine makes daily rounds to enlighten us that it’s morning. (We don’t believe it.)