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

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22 THE ORANGE PEAL Washington Trip As far back as September, at the opening of school, the Seniors began to look forward to the Washington trip. With the greatest enthusiasm we started forth to procure the necessary “cash.” Candy and “hot dog” sales were the order of the day. Finally, by presenting “A Couple of Million,” ive managed to make “a couple of hundred” more, thanks to the patronage of our friends, the public. Saturday, April 19, was a great day. The majority of the class were up long before six, in order to catch the 7:30 train west. (I think Angel Elliston was up even earlier for she was obliged to mow the lawn before she left.) I will not bore you with a description of Long Island’s wonderful scenery as seen from the L. I. R. R., only I might say that it hasn t changed much in the last 16 years. After Angel Elliston had related to the party the tragic story concerning the death of her last dog, the boys became rather restless so most of us went forward into the smoker, leaving Mr. Sabine with the girls. No, of course we didn’t smoke (?) We watched “Archy” smoke. Just outside of Jamaica, when the train stopped in order to change en- gines, another train, bound east, stopped opposite us and whom should we see but Miss Dessie Cook! We learned later that she spent her vacation in Southampton. Time passed quickly, and soon we arrived in New York. An hour later we found ourselves headed South on the B. 0. The first thing we (the boys, of course) discovered was a “bunch” of girls at one end of the car, so we proceeded to give them a rousing cheer. Later, we found that they were only school teachers. (W'hat a shame!) We made a short stop-over at “Philly,” which we found to be very in- teresting, especially Fairmont Park, which is the largest city park in the country. Bordering upon this park for a few miles is the Schuylkill River, where we saw several rowing shells practising. We also visited Independence Hall, seeing the famous Liberty Bell. At last we arrived in Washington, which we all agree is the finest and most beautiful city that we have ever seen. Unlike most cities, it has no disgusting or disreputable spots where visitors are not wanted. Even the Union R. R. Station, which is larger than the Capitol, is conspicuously beautiful and might even be classed as a work of art. It is made entirely of white granite and its stately arches closely resemble the great triumphal arches of Rome. We were interested to learn that the passenger concourse which we entered upon leaving our train, is the largest room in the world, under one roof. We shall never forget our first impression of Washington as we emerged from the station, just at dusk. A short distance away, rising above a mass of green foliage, was the majestic white dome of the Capitol, upon which hundreds of searchlights were centered. Directly in front of us was the Columbus Memorial and beyond that, as far as the eye could see, at regular intervals, were arc lights whose bright, purplish rays illuminated one of Washington’s broad streets. In the far distance, to the right of the Capitol we saw the Washington Monument towering against the sky and just to the left of that the copper dome of the Congressional Library. During our stay in Washington we saw and visited many stately build- ings, both public and private. It would be difficult to ascertain just what

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THE ORANGE PEAL 21 6:05 a. m.—Groans, wails, groans, wails, groans, etc. 6:30-7:00 a. m.—Slow elevation from reclining to standing posture. 7:15 a. m.—Exhaustive search for meal tickets. Esther, Mickey and Edna finally decide where theirs are. 7:16 a. m.—Seniors take a constitutional down three or four flights of stairs or risk their necks on the elevator. 7:20 a. m.—Mr. Sabine breakfasts with all the girls except a few. 7:20 a. m.—Henry, Si and Dick bribe the waiter for a table next the kitchen door. E., M. and E. appreciate this by smiling broadly at Mr. Sabine. 7:35 a. m.—Waiter is tipped very generously at the boys’ table. Six well-fed individuals arise. 7:37 a. m.—Henry adjourns to his room to write letters (?) or is it to converse with the girls across the hall? 8:30 a. m.—Bus arrives. 8:35 a. m.—Henry tears himself away from writing letters. 8:40-11:30 a. m.—We visit the Mint, where several go insane and have to be led out, the White House, and other points of interest. 11:30 a. m.—Seniors organize for dinner in small, whole numbers. 11:45 a. m.—Mr. Sabine again dines with several young 'ladies. 12:30 p. m.—Gen and Helen buy out Woolworth’s with such great display that all the girls flock there at once. 1:30 p. m.—Bus arrives again. 1:45 p. m.—Reach the limit of our journey on the bus—iboat landing. 1:45-2:05 p. m.—We walk about 100 feet to the boat. 2:05-3:15 p. m.—Seniors make themselves at home, give yells, songs and cheers, and eat. A few descend to the lower deck and try to dance while drinking orange pop. Result—wild dash for the open air, where they remain for the rest of the trip. 3:15 p. m.—We alight, with the idea of calling at Mt. Vernon. 3:30 p. m.—On the spacious lawns we all sit and smile at the “birdie,” except a few who scowl by mistake. 4:15 p. m.—We sail back with the disconcerting knowledge that Bud and Peter are not aboard. 5:00 p. m.—Bud discovered (with Peter) lost in the intricacies of the engine mechanism with Aleith and Helen looking on. 6:00 p. m.—iDinner. 6:30 p. m.—Henry still feels the need of keeping up his correspondence. 6:45 p. m.— Angel’s fur is LOST! With Angel on the point of hysterics it is finally found, wrapped up in her hat (probably so no one else could find it). 7:30 p. m.—We start for the Naval Observatory. 8:00 p. m.—We arrived back where we started from as Mr. Sabine wasn’t very familiar with the streets of Washington. 8:01 p. m.—Start out again with more success. 9:00 p. m.—Seniors are gazing at stars. 9:30 p. m.—'Catherine asks Bud how he liked Saturn but Bud is speech- less. No words in his extensive vocabulary are able to do justice to his feel- ings. 10:00 p. m.—Arrive back at the National Hotel. 10:15 p. m.—Assemble in the Hotel Dancing Hall where the boys display a few new steps. Where in the world did they learn them ? 10:45 p. m.—Toby, Anna and Angel have a regular party. Result—Toby remained in bed next a. m. 12:00 p. m.—Dancing floor cleared. 12:01 a. m.—Occupants of 359 feel starvation slowly creeping in and another trip is made to the corner store, to the evident disapproval of the hall cop. 12:30 a. m.—Thus ends one glorious day in Washington.

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THE ORANGE PEAL 23 was the most interesting object in Washington. “Bud” McAllister, I’m sure, would say the “Electrical Division of the Bureau of Standards,” while “Archy” would undoubtedly maintain that the pool room in the hotel was decidedly more interesting. (However, I am certain that the whole class was greatly impressed with the Lincoln Memorial. Situated high on the bank of the Potomac, this splendid edifice can be seen from one end of the city to the other. And yet, as we approach it and gaze upward at it, how far away does the city seem! A feeling not unlike loneliness comes over us. The beauty of this shrine lies in its simple elegance. As we draw nearer we see through the fluted columns of marble the imposing statue of Abraham Lincoln. Here the very soul of the man seems to find expression. Reverently we remove our hats and awestruck we admire the paintings and the various symbolical emblems. On either side lettered in the stone on the wall, are the two most famous speeches of Lincoln’s, the Second Inaugural and the Gettysburg Address. The memorial is indeed a fitting remembrance for the most loved American, Abi-aham Lincoln. The Class of ’24 feels that the trip to Washington has meant much more to it than a mere vacation. Not only has it been educational but it has also instilled into our hearts a greater love for our country and a desire to make it even better and greater than it now is. Junior Advice There are Rules and Regulations in this school so fine and free And we should all obey them—even you and me. But besides the R. and R. that we’ve mentioned up above, There’s advice that we would give you—as token of our love. Charles Guilloz—(Don’t crack the Juniors up so much—we’re too well ac- quainted with them to believe everything we hear. Edna Elliston—Do be careful what you eat. One of our physicians says that poison ivy isn’t the best diet for a growing girl. Russell Bailey—We advise Si not to get so interested in wild animals such as “Leopards” that he forgets his way about the “Streets” around home. Elizabeth Darby—Don’t treat Warren Smith so badly. It isn’t often that you meet a boy so near your size. James Lynch—We advise Jimmie to flirt less with Maude Burnett and study more out of substantial books—not dime novels. Miss Hudson gets so tired of tearing them up. Bertha Dull—We advise Bertha to take a correspondence course in dancing from Murray. Nellian Youde—To make out a list of the fellows who (she says) call every night, just to satisfy the curiosity of her friends. Elizabeth Jaggar—Don’t study so hard. Roger Stewart—Leave Sag Harbor’s wild women alone. We have plenty in S. H. S. Juanita Ryder—'Let us recommend a book on “How to Dress as a School Girl Should.” Helen Edwards—Get a geometry answer book. They prove useful at times. Isabelle Downey—We advise you to be careful about whispering in certain places. William Platt—Don’t talk to Ansley Elliston so much in Spanish. Fred Norton—The next time you and Charlie Clark go up to Patchogue and give your “Iky and Aby” sketch on Opportunity Night, publish the news. Some of us might like to go and applaud (???) Joseph Fanning—We advise Dodo to publish a book on “Girls and How to Treat Them.” He thinks he knows so much about them.