Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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THE GIFT OF A FRIEND. A friend of mine was in town tihe other day. He is stricken with that very seri- ous malady known as “Girlitus.” One of the characteristic symptoms of this disease, is extreme curiosity in re- spect to the girl population of the town which one visits. At the time my friend was visiting me I was not so wise as I am now. Consequently, I let that poor, strick- en friend of mine go to town, on a Satur- day afternoon, with no person to guard him against the temptation of his disease. That poor, misguided, stricken gentle- man went astray, and of course, the main attraction was in dresses. The High School ball team was valiantly trying to hold its own, that afternoon at the ball grounds, and the feminine support was strong. Little did the lady rooters suspect that directly opposite them was this specimen of girl sickness, for he had followed the crowd, and had eagerly planted himself in a grand stand seat so far as our High School beauties were concerned. I came home from work that night and unsuspectingly asked Iioav the game came out. It was all my fault, I should have known better, but I was new to the di- sease, and had never seen it before. God help me ! I don’t ever want to see it again. His answer as to the result of the game was very hazy, but Great Gats! I had opened the spigot so far as questions were concerned, for he asked me about each girl in the senior class. It seems he had sat beside George Mayes, and George had pointed them out to him one by one. It was a case of, “Let George do it,” and George had done it, and had done it brown. You can’t treat your guests always as you would like to, otherwise I should have tried to break my trusty bat upon his head. For the next hour the conversation be- tween us had two forms of sentences, ex- planatory ones from myself and wholly interrogative from him. This did not end the episode however, for on the morning he left he brought a student’s bag full of small packages to me, and asked me to give the package to the person whose name was marked upon it. Aloud I said, “Certainly,” inwardly I said to myself, “You poor fool.” To-night I am going to give you these things he left. Georgia Reed is full of fun so let her brighten up the corners with the contents of this small box. Thelma Damon may powder her way through life, by using this little puff. Aunt Amelia’s quart of powder may give out, but there is lots more where this came from. Althea Hayes as Mrs. B. did not even have as good a biscuit as this in the pan- try. I hope Gladys Brown’s friend in Kit- tery, Me., will not wait until the hands of this wrist watch go around before com- ing to see her. Perhaps Hildred Davis can get a little closer to Douglas than she did in the play if they walk together under this parasol. Myrtle Goddit likes autos of all kinds, even Jimmie’s flivver, so I will give her a regular car. Margaret Reilly is hoping to get a slightly better ring than this from John Conley, I think. Anyway that’s the way it looks from the outside. Clara Dawson has got to bring a num- ber of packages for those “awful boys,” so I have taken pity on her and my friend is giving her a string bag. We all know that Lucy Sturgis is music - ,6

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sie Chapman, the meek; Elsie Jones, the slow and stately : Edith Spyut, the scholar : Marion Phillips, the easy-going ; Emily Hobart, the ready tongue ; and Ella O’Brien. Ella is popular, no matter where, for she charms all with her winning ways. But Ella was nothing compared with Peg Iieilly. Peg is stout, and big, and husky, and can marshall us all in straight array, and if HE didn’t obey, all ishe’d say was : “You just wait ! I ’m sore on you ! ’ ’ Last but not least, comes Lucy Sturgis, the last remnant of this singularly fated group of mortals. Lucy is rambuncious and can easily stir up a fight, but for all that, she’s worth knowing and helps one with all her might. Now, after four years of agony, which we have endured like martyrs at the stake, William Tucker— Here ’s to the doctor ’s only son, Whose giving medicine has not yet begun. (Bottle of medicine) Cleon Johnson — To Cleon I’ll give this little lass, Who resembles someone in the Junior Class. (Doll dressed up like Cleola) Chester Anthony — To you I’ll give this funny face, Jake, Exactly like the ones you used to make. (Funny face) George Mayes — Here’s to George Mayes who just loves to shimmy, A partner which he can call Minnie. (Doll) Austin Caverly — Austin Caverly, big and strong, we are once more to be auctioned off to someone in this great world, only now, we stand twenty-seven, instead of ninety- seven. We have undergone all that was most distasteful to us, but now we are leaving with genius unsurpassed which we hold up to our fellow-brethren, the juni- ors. We advise them to make the best of the many advantages offered by the school, -and to uphold their teachers in every way possible. We leave to them the Senior Room, whose desks they will find well marked, and though after all our suf- ferings, we are weak, wabbly creatures, (some have termed us “insects”) still we, the remaining twenty-seven stand united for the good of the school, and as a shin- ing light to all who may look upon us. GEORGIA REID, ’19. To you I’ll present this little song. (Song — “Everything is peaches down in Georgia.”) Douglass Jewett — Douglass, the hero will win a great name, And will surely possess dramatic fame, Here’s a little powder and a little paint, To make him look just what he aint. (Powder and Paint) Samuel Gordon — Sam, Sam the gardener’s son, Stole some chalk and away he run, But Miss Cole was in her seat, And thus poor Sam was beat. (Small box of chalk) Spencer King — I’ll present this little mule at last, To the President of our Senior Class. (Mule) Presentation of Gifts — CLARICE M. DAVISON, ’19. 5

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ally inclined, but we pity the neighbors when she starts on this fife. The mighty brained Valedictorian will surely need this small pencil to write her valued thoughts. Jane the cook certainly raised the dust on the Town Hall stage so that even the curtain came down after her. My friend hopes that we will all beware when Cora starts in with this mammoth broom. Bessie Chapman is a long distance from everybody, so as all women like to talk I have pitied her and seen that her present was a talking ma chine. E. Tucker’s highest aspirations seem to come in plain gold from the medical school. I hope this band will console her for the time. Marion Phillips is often seen walking on Central Street. May she put what she is after in this ponderous basket. Every country girl is brought in close connection Avith the chickens, but Susie Dewar’s flock is incomplete without a rooster. Ella 0 ’Brien is very busy fishing in the stream of life. I hope she succeeds in landing what she hooks, but I am afraid this line will not be strong enough. Elsie Jones has a hard time trying to find room for her face in the school mir- rors, so I have found one for her very own. Emily Hobart enjoys military affairs, but the best I could do was to find a sailor for her. CLEON JOHNSON, ’19. Presentation of Class G-ifts. AFTER THE WHIRLWIND THE STILL SMALL VOICE At last the whirlwind is over and once more peace reigns over the earth. Once more the supreme hand of justice has lent guidance to the righteous. Once more it has been proved that might is not right. Now once again the sun can rise and set on nations whose main purpose is not to kill, but to lend a helping hand to the civilization of mankind, wjhieh is ever surging ahead, in its evolutionary course. Mankind is once again looking forward to something better, something higher, is working to attain some more lofty ideal. But at what a terrific cost have these great achievements been accomplished ! Not only financially and socially were they dearly purchased, but also at the ex- pense of a vast river of human lives. Let us slowly and sadly turn back the pages of history, so that we can more fully re- alize and understand the circumstances and conditions under which these achieve- ments Avere made, so that our imagination will paint life-like pictures of these past situations and add neAV vigor and life to our patriotism and devotion. On the 4th of July, 1776, fifty-six men signed the declaration which separated us from the bonds and shackles of England and made us a free and independanit na- tion. A nation that might govern itself according to principles of justice and lib- erty, a nation that might govern itself ac- cording to its OAvn inspirations and ideals, and not according to the Avishes of a croAvned head three thousand miles aAvay! Thus, the founders of this nation were seeking justice, liberty, and self govern- ment. How our imagination thrills us when Ave think of Paul Revere and his famous ride and The Boston Tea Party, Avhioh marked the resentment of a people to unjust taxation; “taxation Avithout rep- resentation.” These and similar events marked the beginning of the Revolution. The war was Avaged, and seven years later Ave emerged victorious, a new na- tion on God’s earth, one destined to be- 7