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

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THE ECHO 9 Salutatory Members of the Board, Faculty, Parents and Friends: It is with deep regret that we realize that tonight we are making the last appearance of our High School career. Our search for knowledge to fit us better for the battles of life has been beset by many obstacles and disappointments, but we have finally reached the goal we set for ourselves four years ago. In deep appreciation of your efforts to help us reach this goal and for the interest which you have shown in our success, we, the Class of '31, extend to you, tonight, a sincere welcome. WALLACE ALDRICH. Valedictory “May we do our duty in that state of life unto which it shall please God to call us.” As we, the class of 1931, stand here tonight we have reached not the end but the Commencement of our lives. It is pleasant to be able to look back upon the past and at the same time to see the future dawning bright before us. For four short years we have traveled together. Now we have come to the crossroads, where each one must choose his own way and do his duty as he sees it. We have been well prepared for our struggle with the hardships of life and as our last act as students in this High School, we wish to thank all those who have helped us so willingly. Mr. Sabine, we wish to thank you for the time and effort you have spent in helping us to go to Washington, a trip long looked forward to and much enjoyed by all. We wish to thank our friends and the townspeople who made this trip possible. We also extend our hearty thanks to the members of the Board of Education. And finally, we wish to thank the members of the faculty of the High School who have done their work so ably and have put forth every effort to make us better men and women. We are very enthusiastic at the prospect of going out into the world. But are naturally somewhat sad at leaving our school and our friends behind. Yet it is with a feeling of pride that we extend to all our heartfelt thanks and sincere farewell. ELSIE PUGSLEY.

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8 THE ECHO Editorial High School—ah! what memories those words invoke—joyful, sad, beautiful, stirring. Gradually, slowly, almost imperceptibly, the years have rolled by, the four years of our high school life. Consciously, sometimes unconsciously, we have watched them slip away, each year preceded by new feelings, some of pain and sorrow, some of joy and happiness. Now, as we stand on the brink of the precipice of life, we pause and look back. The feelings that rise and swell within us, that surge and mingle together, are feelings of regret and wonder, regret at parting, wonder at having the school so entwined within our hearts. We realize now, as never before, what care- free spirits those old walls harbored, what unhampered thoughts they lodged. Ah! how glorious are the years of unspoiled schoolhood days. Soon, too soon, they vanish and disappear. Only the memory remains. Then an un- dercurrent of longing sweeps through us, the longing to snatch at and pro- long the days already passed. The thought vanishes almost with its birth, and a new one arises. We are possessed now with a keen desire of going forth into the world, meeting new feats with the strength of old ones, accom- plishing our tiny bit in life’s complex program. The future looms before us not freighted with Herculean impossibilities and burdened with dread-in- spiring fears, but more like some vague indefinite wave whose receding bil- lows eventually will be crested. Our Gibraltar Rock, our hope, lies founded on the four years we’ve spent in S. H. S., four years crowned with complete and utter happiness, the guide to our unknown future. R. F.

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THE ECHO An Attempt to Explain Before you turn another page, oh readers of this book, Before you take another peek at what you want to look, We Seniors want to thank you very sincerely, For all the help you’ve given us so generously. We hope that you’ll enjoy the bit, That is to be enjoyed, And that you’ll not take sore offense At what so long we’ve been employed. We’ve tried to scatter here and there, Some scraps of truth, some thoughts of care; We’ve also tried to mingle in Some lines wre fear no praise will win! But all was done in jest and fun, To rouse no anger in anyone! And so, dear readers of this book, We bid you now—go on and look!