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

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THE ECHO 13 SENIOR ADVICE—(Continued) Grace Phillips—Age will creep on you all too soon, Gracie. You’d bet- ter get that hair cut. Jack Miller—We’ve tried to spare your feelings so far, Goldilocks, but we’ve decided that you are just plain lazy. Nuff sed. Howard Crutchley—A dignified gentleman should know better than to he beguiled by a mere Freshman. Next year try a Senior, or at least a mem- ber of the faculty. Esther Bishop—Pull yourself together, Bish! Hildreth Rogers—One of these days surprise us and appear in long pants.. Mary Flock—You’re such a shark, there must be something fishy about you. Frances Ellis—We must give you credit for speed, Frances; none of the rest of us managed to get hold of a bus driver in Washington, much less carry on a correspondence with him. Freddie Elliston—It’s alright to be happy, Freddie, but that continued grin of yours is getting to be rather stale. Why not get a new one? Harris Dimon—Listen, Harris, it doesn’t pay to be too stingy. Why not give some one a break in that car of yours. Margaret Hubbard—You’re such a chatterbox, Margaret, we seriously think you ought to get a bell and hang it around your neck, so that whenever anyone hears it ring, he can do the disappearing act. Frank Woiewoda—We advice you to change that walk of yours. It’s too much like that of an enraged bull. Alice Gray—You know, Alice, it’s awfully boring to view that express- ionless countenance of yours Why not brighten up a bit? Chester Napiorski—Wake up, Ski. It’s time you learned to control those flaming blushes in History Class! John Lind—There really isn’t any reason why you couldn’t get in the Kindergarten Orchestra. It won’t cut down on your beauty sleep like the others. Talulah Ashman—Why not frown once in a while just to show us you can? Lucille Monsell—Pipe down, Lucille, or that breeziness will carry you away.

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12 THE ECHO Senior Advice For three years, we, the illustrious class of ’31, have suffered with un- excelled stoicism the presence of those depraved and utterly unconscious im- beciles, the Juniors, only through anticipation of this night. Now at last we are about to reap the reward for such patience by releasing the results of our pent-up exasperation. May every Junior who fails to heed this coun- sel be denied forever the supreme glory of becoming a Senior! Eddie Malmrose—You’ve gone too long unhampered by an attachment for the fairer sex. Get a girl, Swede; it’s being done even in the best so- ciety. Vera Nugent—Perhaps those babyish ways of yours were cute once, but you’re growing up now, Bebe. Try being yourself for a change. Mahala Cooke—Straight hair may be a sign of sophistication, but we think a permanent wave would render you true to type. Dorothy Hedges—We admit the possibility of your becoming a prima donna. However, we advise indefinite study in Europe if you want our ap- proval. Distance lends enchantment, you know. Doris Havens—Why not take a few lessons from Gene Tunney, Dot? Your methods in boxing could be improved upon. Betty Jessup—You know, Betty, glasses really aren’t such a disgrace, but if you will refuse to wear them, you might get some invisible ones. Alice Robinson—College men are attractive, but they’re around so lit- tle of the time. We advise you, Alice, to get a resident boy friend. Raymond Moore—We advise you to get a classified directory of all the girls in High School so that the next time there’s a dance you won’t have so much difficulty in deciding which ones to ask. Kathryn Ward—It’s an accepted fact that men don’t like masterful women, especially on the dance floor. Don’t you think you’d better curb that erratic stride of yours, even though you do take such pride in it? Jack Doering—Why not give Marion a break? Perhaps you haven’t noticed it, but she’s trying hard to make you, aren’t you Marion? Ellen Van Brunt—Why not assert your rights, Ellen? Surely you know Lefty well enough by this time to teach him some other song besides “I Can’t Get Enough of You” (especially at dances). Francis Raynor—Have you ever thought of trying “Evening in Paris” or “Seventeen,” so that you won’t offend our delicate nostrils with that dis- gusting cigarette odor? Eddie Blumenkranz—Why not lay off Miss Dieckman, Eddie? You know she’s a married woman now! Elizabeth Smith and Alice Roche—We’ve noticed your weekly prome- nades. Why not get a kiddy car or at least an Austin? Nellie Bennett—It’s about time you grew up, Nellie, and controlled that girlish giggle. Next year you’ll be a Senior and you know Seniors are always dignified.

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14 THEECHO SENIOR ADVICE—(Continued) Mildred Pavelec—Three’s a crowd, Mildred. Resist temptation and leave Aggie and Slavic alone. Helen Zavestaske—We advise you to visit Woolworth’s. Powder puffs are only a nickel and they have combs, too. Genevieve Bruzdoski—You won’t gain any experience traveling around with infants. Why not pick some one your age to play with? Zigmund Z.—We’ve heard you’re an awful speed maniac. Try a horse and see if you can fool the police that way. Walter Cosgrove—Aren’t you just a little tired, Cozzy, of the tune “Moonbeam, Kiss Her For Me,” after some of those picked-up dates of yours? Edith Wood—This is the third year you’ve been in High School, Edith, and we haven’t heard a sound out of you yet. Snap out of it. You’ll be old before you realize it. Chick Maran—Our advice to you, Chick, is to get a bus and then you’ll have room for every one on those noon hour excursions. Jack Sabine—Is it pull, Jack, that lets you pester the teachers the way you do and get away with it? Try to forget that your father’s principal. Edna Nokes—Come down off your high horse, Edna. You’ve been dig- nified so long we’d really like to see you cut up for a change. Elizabeth Brodie—We’re really glad to see you’ve broken loose from Punya’s harem. Keep it up. Albert Sachleben—Do things, Albert. If you only knew how much a Senior’s success depends on his ability to keep in the public eye, you’d snap out of it. Albert Martin—Now, Albert, do you really get such a kick out of caddying? You Juniors ought to grow up.