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

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28 THE ORANGE PEAL The Maid and the Middy The annual operetta presented by the students of the Southampton High School was given on January 18th of this year. The success of the operetta was due to the untiring efforts of Miss Ruth A. Jennings, assisted by Mr. H. F. Sabine and Miss Alice L. Hudson. The operetta banquet (given each year as a result of the operetta) was held at the Hampton Manor on March 25th. Everyone had a splendid time, in fact, we believe it was the best and most enjoyable banquet ever held. The cast of the operetta was as follows: BILLY (The Middy attached to “The Dreadnaught”) ..ABNER BENNETT DAWSON (A Retired Farmer) .................... EUGENE BALDWIN THE COUNT (A Spanish Gentleman) ...............HENRY BURNETT EVANS (Master of Ceremonies, Lakeville Boat Club).. RICHARD FOSTER FITZ (Of the House Committee, Lakeville Boat Club)... .HARRY FRANK CAPTAIN DASHER (In Command of “The Dreadnaught”) ....................................... RUSSELL BAILEY BOUNDER (Of the Lakeville Boat Club, Champion Oarsman) ....................................... HAROLD PHILLIPS YOUNG SLIMSON (Also of the L. B. C. “The Great Unknown”) ....................................... RICHARD WELLS ATTENDANT (of L. B. C.) ...................... LESTER FANNING VALERIE VANE (The Maid) ..................................EDNA ELLISTON MRS. GAILY (An Attractive Widow) ............. ELEANOR GALOW ALICE (Friend of Valerie) .................... LILLY PETERSON MAUD (Friend of Valerie) ................... HELEN McALLISTER PHILLIS (Friend of Valerie) ................... ESTHER STREET ANITA (The Mysterious Cause of the Trouble) .........????????? MAIDS—Emily Bishop, Edna Fredericks, Gerretta Skinner, Helen Schwenk, Catherine Corrigan. SUMMER HOURS-DANCERS—Dancer, Elizabeth White; Bessie Eisner, Arlene Bechtel, Elaine Terry, Thelma Squires. LIBERTY BATTALION—Catherine Corrigan, Edna Fredericks, Lilly Peter- son, Esther Street, Eleanor Galow, Emily Bishop, Lester Fanning, Warren Van Hise, Courtland Smith, Isador Eisner, Henry Ford- ham, Leonard Hawkins. MIDDIES—Willard French, William Fordham, Edward Foster, Michael Micari, Herbert McCarthy, Arthur Herbert, Edward Whitman, Gregory Morse. YOUNG MEN—Isador Eisner, Lester Fanning, Henry Fordham, Warren Van Hise, Ernest Youde, Leonard Hawkins, Courtland Smith, Richard Wells. “I’ve been on this train seven years,” said our conductor friend of the Long Island Railroad, proudly. “Is that so,” said Miss Hudson. “Where did you get on?”

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THE ORANGE PEAL 27 To WILLIAM PLATT, a book on “Sensational Style in English,” contain- ing beautiful phrases like “in the lap of luxury,” etc. To ELIZABETH JAGGER, a Vergil translation so she’ll be able to trans- late at short notice next year and thus manage to keep Miss Shrader’s good will until she’s safely out of High School. To DAISY McLEAN, a cute little fan because we hear she’s fond of “Fanning.” To JOE PHILLIPS, a few more years’ extension to his ticket in the East Quogue bus. To PEG RYlDER, a larger pair of feet so she’ll have a little better “understanding” in some of her classes. To KATHRli N McALLISTER, a little black dye to quench that fiery symbol. Seniors should be more subdued. To ELIZABETH DARBY, a real picture of Warren Smith. (Note—How did we get it?) To HE'LEN ROCHE, a tape measure so she can measure little Tommy R. from time to time to see if he’s growing any. She can’t get married til) he grows up, naturally. In general: To DICK POWDER—We know you’re roly poly yourself, Dick, so why do you want to change Aleith ? She’s Pohley now. However, we leave you permission. To our beloved Teachers: MISS OWENS, a megaphone to broadcast her orders to all parts of Senior Room and a big stick to enforce them when made. (We’re leaving so we don’t care). MR. AMNER, a pull with the “cops” on this end of the Island so people won’t be able to spoil his reputation by saying he’s getting “fast.” MISS SCHRADER, a real wreath of laurels like the martyrs of old used to wear, because we Seniors feel it more than justified. MISS TUTHILL—If you call your little dog that you love so dearly, “Uzz,” whatever will you call your husband? We suggest that you call him “Huzz,” so he’ll match and feel he’s liked as much as the dog. Also a speedometer so she can slow down to the school children. To MR. SABINE are extended our most sincere thanks and heartiest appreciation for all he has done for us throughout High School and most especially in our Senior year. To iMISS SCHiENKEL, permission from Mr. Sabine to go out with several small boys. MISS HUDSON, a doctor’s certificate. Maybe she’ll get more “patients” (patience). MRS. SAYRE—A little more avoirdupois so that when compelled, as she says, to “sit down on ‘Hist. B’,” they’ll stay down. Never talk about your ancestors. That’s taking unfair advantage of them. They never talked about you. “Let me kiss those tears away, sweetheart,” he asked tenderly. She fell into his arms and he was very busy for a few minutes. But the tears flowed on. “Can nothing stop them?” he asked breathlessly. “No,” she murmured. “It’s hay fever, but go on with the treatment.”

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THE ORANGE PEAL 29 Editor’s Mail Box Dear Editor: Kindly omit my picture as I do not wish to appear among the common herd. Dear Editor: What are you going to say about us? Dear Juniors: Not what we wish. What we would like DICK WELLS. TWENTY-TWO JUNIORS, to say is better left unsaid. Dear Editor: THE EDITOR. Won’t you please give Edna a hard knock? about me. Dear Lillian: She’s been telling tales LILLIAN. We are sincerely sorry but we are unable to comply with your request. We’ve mislaid the hammer. THE KNOCKER. Dear Editor: Beware! If you do not wish to die an ignominous death! Do not under any circumstances destroy my dignity and hurt my feelings in your book. A brick will await you. TRUTHFUL WILLARD. My dear Willard, Thank you for the information. We will soon be making a collection of bricks and intend to build a new gym with those promised. All contributions gratefully accepted. THE EDITOR. Dear Editor: Won’t you say only nice things about me this year and cut out the unkind knocks ? GENE S. Dear Gene: If you’ll please tell us what the nice things are. We can’t seem to find them all. Besides, we don’t want to spoil Class Day. ‘ THE EDITOR. Class Prophecy It was a dull, gloomy day in the Cave of the Winds, but the keepers of the “Witches’ Cauldron” felt no chill or depression for it was the day on which they had decided to forecast the fortunes of the Class of ’24, S. H. S. The three witches, Hysteria, Mysteria and Wysteria, huddled around the huge cauldron, filling it with magic herbs while they murmured incantations.