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

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THE ORANGE PEAL 31 a daring lady aeronaut will reach unknown heights. Edna Fredericks as a vampire, disguising herself as a missionary, will meet many a hair-raising ex- perience as she fiercely travels through the jungles of Africa. Henry Bur- nett as a minister, will follow Edna and try to right all the wrong this naughty vamp has done. Here we must pause and mourn, for Boh Smith, connoiseur of feminine charm, wanders the world over and finally loses him- self in an intricate maze of harems. Catherine Corrigan will experience a marvelous thrill as, digging potatoes diligently, she discovers hidden treasure on her farm in Water Mill.” A wedding march! Surely this foretells something of importance. Ah! The Spirit of Love speaks gently: “Esther Street seeks the world over for fortune and returns at last to her early lover, an elderly bachelor now, who has never given up the pursuit of his elusive heart’s fancy—Smith, Smith—'Blacksmith—no, no—Warren Smith. Realizing that Skinny has always been her mother’s girl, I am not surprised to see her still clinging to Ma (Maher). Raymond Green shall win the greatest race of his life, gaining a mighty cheer—oh, no, a little howl (Howell) from the alumni. Ansley, I see a tall fair man (Angel! Who’d ’a thunk it?) But alas, a lass and mo’ lassies come along and out of these, Helen Halsey shall captivate the tall fair one and carry him off in triumph.” Then slowly she vanished, while the witches sat gazing into the fire. Junior-Sensor Debate Contrary to precedent, the Seniors won the annual Junior-Senior debate. The proposition debated was “Resolved, that this Congress should pass the Adjusted Compensation Bill.” The question was defended by the Juniors, represented by Willard French (captain) and Charles Guilloz and opposed by the Seniors, represented by Harry Frank (captain) and Richard Wells. It was a good debate and many consider it better than those of pre- vious years. The Juniors lost, mainly because of their lack of experience (and partly because of their fright for Seniors). Well, better luck next time, Juniors. A Couple of Million On February 21, the Senior Class presented their annual play, entitled, “A Couple of Million.” It didn’t make quite that much for us but we know it was a financial success and we hope and believe it was a dramatic success as well. All the class participated except Harry Frank, who was unfortu- nately obliged to be in the city at that time on account of his eyes. Besides presenting it here, we arranged with the East Hampton Seniors to give it in the Amagansett Community House on a fifty-fifty basis. Ac- cordingly on Saturday, February 23, we journeyed to the Amagansett Com- munity House. Deep gloom and damp rain greeted us there—for the Ama- gansett branch was cut off from the main circuit and there was not a light in the place. That didn’t affect the spirits of the cast, who cheerfully packed up again and took in whatever movie shows, dances, basketball games there happened to be on the (East End of the Island.

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30 THE ORANGE PEAL “Double, double, joy and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. On this night so dark and drear Arise, O Spirits—have no fear. Class of ’24 S. H. S. Has openly to us confessed They would ask the Fates to-night Of their future—dim or bright. So in kettle herbs of Jove, Magic potencies of Love, Herbs of Fame and brews of Wealth, Loyalty and Joy and Health, Boil together well, and wait For the Spirits rising late. Double, double, joy and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble.” Soon the wondrous brew was finished, and out of the pale light of the fire which glowed fitfully beneath the cauldron, arose a vision—the Spirit of Fame. Slowly murmuring, as if gripped in a trance, she spoke forth the Will of the Fates: “I single out of this noble group a few on which to bestow my favors. One bright young man, Harold Archibald Phillips, shall become the famous senator renowned the length of Layton Avenue for his ability to talk much and do little. Harriet Raynor, because of her speed and accuracy, will soon be known as tennis champion of Wooley Street. Ah, here we see a famous artist—Emily Bishop, known the world over for her marvelous hair-dressing establishment on Fifth Avenue. Next I see Lester Fanning starring as Shylock in the “Merchant of Venice” playing at the North Sea Community House. From her hands, a piano player and composer of future fame and from her Vergilian nose a truly great (?) scholar, Helen McAllister will go far, fast and furious and end her life peacefully with a Baby Grand. And here we see a famous singer? Ah, no, only Harry Frank, renowned agent for Singer Sewing Machines. Wait—covered with much dirt and grime in the dis- tance I see one, overwhelmed by a desire to discover a worse principle than those which tortured him in chemistry, Dick Wells trying to prove how many wells make a river.” As she disappeared, the witches droned on, swaying gently. Then arose another spirit—Wealth. She began speaking and the witches ceased their invocation. “Power and sometimes happiness do I bring and as my honored one I choose that dark specimen of manhood, Peter Balnis. In future years, Peter as owner of a poolroom will gain money, money and more money. But will he keep it? That is not for me to say. I bestow my gifts and leave. Anna Hayes as a prize fight manager will be recognized as “Hearty Hayes,” the wealthiest New Yorker known. Helen Bruzdoski—ah, hers was gained by chance. Playing the races and winning poker games has indeed made her rich. “But there—-I am weary. Enough gifts have I lavished to-day.” The next vision rose quickly, blithely, for was not she the Spirit of Adventure and did not she have the power to bestow the great gift of enjoy- ing life? Merrily rose her voice as she proclaimed: “That genius among you in his attempts to reach Mars and other planets will have adventures which none of you shall know—for he’ll tell them in such technical language that you poor mortals will never “get” the story. His worthy colleague in these adventures will be Genevieve Roche, who as

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32 THE ORANGE PEAL The next Thursday we went “down east” again and this time found lights and a crowded hall. We were assured by our East Hampton friends that the play was just as much of a success there as it was here. The credit for this play, we all agree, is rightfully accorded to Mrs. John Peck, who so kindly and splendidly coached us. Our gratitude is also extended to Mr. Stenson and Miss Shipbanker, who erected and painted the extra scenery. Miss Catherine Corrigan and Miss Aleith Pohley were re- sponsible for the pleasing stage effects. The cast was as follows: BEMIS BENNINGTON .... FAY FAIRBANKS........ NOAH JABB ........... MRS. CLAIRE COURTENAY JEREMIAH WISE ....... GENEVIEVE Me GULLY... .STUBBY BURNS........ SAMMIE BELL PORTER SQUIRE PIPER ........ BEVERLY LOMAN ....... PINK ................ A VILLAGER .......... .... HENRY BURNETT .... ESTHER STREET william McAllister GERRETTA SKINNER ... HAROLD PHILLIPS ... EDNA FREDERICKS ....RICHARD WELLS .. helen McAllister .... WILLIAM SMITH LESTER FANNING ..... EMILY BISHOP ..... peter balnis COTTON PICKERS—Helen Halsey, Amanda Ruland, Anna Hayes, Helen Bruzdoski, Ansley Elliston, Genevieve Roche. FREQUENT FRASES OF A FEW Mr. Amner—Yes—yes—oh, yes indeed! Edna F.—Isn’t it fierce? Juanita R.—Er—er—I don’t understand. Harold P.—“Somebody stole my gal.” Nellian Youde—Well, well, well. Mr. Sabine—What’s better than an idea? (No ‘answer) You, dear. Bessie Miller—Now you quit that. Lillian B.—A new boy??? Oh, what’s he like? Miss Tuthill—iNow I want t'his room QUIET. Mickey Me—Without any exaggeration at all YOU make me tired. Lester F.—Has everyone brought his dues? Warren Van Hise—Want a ride? I’m walking. Mrs. Sayre—I’m sorry to have to scold all the time, but—(sniff, sniff) Henry B.—I’m not prepared. Warren Smith—Won’t you go to the show with me? You’re only the seventh gii'l I’ve asked. Dick Foster—Yes, this tie came from Mr. Finchley’s, New York, my own special make. Beezer—-How are you? You’re looking fine! Court S.—Isn’t it disgusting? Esther—Sp! Hsp! Pst! Helen H.—Oh, dear! Skinny—Oh, dear, oh dear, why don’t this car go? Miss Owens—I can’t understand why you can’t keep still when I ask you? iMiss Hudson (to Archie who jumped to his feet when Miss Hudson started to leave the room)—Well, is Mary’s little lamb going to come, too?