Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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“Beautiful Elsie poses for one of the greatest artists in his masterpiece “The lovely Rose.” “Emily’s husband, or in other words, the prize clam digger, is a worthy man, and dear Emily has been blessed with four pair of twins, all honorable children.” Johnson spoke, “Not out of Ipswich did Ethelinda stray. She now pours tea in the Coburn Home.” “George is well employed. A fine sal- ary ho draws, giving lessons on reducing fat.” Georgia has had her voice cultivated, and now sings in the finest operas, and is known as “The Nightingale.” “T’was a terrible deed to kill the man Gladys loved out of wretched jealousy. Now she resides in the county house.” “After teaching five years Hildred’s name suddenly changes. Noav she is Noble for life.” “Alas” moaned Milton, drawing out his kerchief, “the never sarcastic Tozer ias left us. In his place reigns the musical Lucy Sturgis.” “Many were the notes bright-eyed Mar- garet wrote in class. But alas — they were not about my noted works. Of him they were, of a fine wife she makes.” ‘ The ever-loving-to-boss Myrtle, ’ ’ sighed Shakespeare, “lias fulfilled her greatest desire, and her ever-in-terror hus- band’s name rhymes with ‘lame’.” “Samuel has the gravest duty of them all, digging in yonder cemetery.” “As President of Manning faithfully King reigned. Noav Wilson’s place lie is taking in Washington.” “Doavii on a farm hi Maine bright haired Susie dAvells, aivaiting her absent sailor.” “I see Thelma at the age of fifty mar- rying a professor fifteen years her se- nior.” Milton smiles. “Once I longed for the life ever pious William lives; the life of a hermit with no friends but his geese.” Suddenly the spirits vanish, the light- ning and thunder cease and as of yore only the lapping waves and groaning pine trees break the silence of the night. ’ ’ LUCY BAILEY, ’19. AD ASTRA PER ASPERA To the stars through bolts and bars! Aim high ! Yes, high, higher than the tal- lest tree top, higher even than mountain peaks ! Aim for the loftiest object within your vision. “Hitch your Avagon to a star.” If your ideal is placed at such a height, the bolts and bars Avhich obstruct your Avay Avill melt into nothingness and all difficulties will be surmounted. “These perturbations, this perpetual jar Of earthly wants and aspirations high Come from the influence of an unseen star, An undiscovered planet in our sky.” Plodding along in our daily grind and rising no higher causes unrest and a feel- ing of unAvonthiness. We feel like a caged bird, who beats Avith patient steady toil against the bars of his prison until he suc- ceeds in breaking his bonds. This dis- turbance is occasioned by flashes of the ideal Ave hold securely hidden in our hearts, the ideal which urges us to rise above ourseKes, to burst our bars and struggle to gain the heights. When this strange influence is felt it brightens and illuminates our whole horizon. This striving to rise high is illustrated best in nature. The trees stretch their branches heavenAAiard as if to reach the very sky. The flowers, even the very smallest, hold their tiny heads erect as if proud of their place on earth. Even the 10

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meat of the nation, and reconstruction work will be taken up with new vigor. The immigration question, likewise, demands our immediate attention. Should we be overrun with Japanese under the present draft of the “League of Nations ? ’ ’ Would any foreign element invade our country in such numbers as to produce discomfort ? Should we lose our national independence under a League of Nations? These are a few of the questions that must be dealt with as Americans have always dealt with important situations in the past. Let us listen to the still small voice of duty in this critical period of our national history. Let all of us make national prob- lems and difficulties our own. Let every appeal of our national government sink down deep into the heart of every Amer- ican. Let our motto be “Onward” to ev- erything that is pure and good, so that those who have died in past wars and in this present conflict for the freedom of the world, shall not have died in vain, and that this nation founded on the pu- rest and noblest of principles and main- tained by the purest and noblest of men, shall forever stand for freedom, justice, and Democracy. Class Essay— SPENCER W. KING, ’19. CLASS PROPHECY It was one o’clock when I returned that night. Funny I should have kept such a late hour, no doubt I had been studying. Everything was dark, fearfully dark ! In the distance I could hear the groaning pine trees; behind me the sad lapping waves. A peal of thunder suddenly roared across the heavens. Then a flash of light- ning illumined the world. Whose forms were those on yonder rocks ? I stared, but all grew dark as of yore. Could it be, was it possible? I waited for another flash of lightning. Yes, it was they. My dear old friends : Burke, Johnson, Milton and Shakespeare. I called. With eyes accus- tomed to the unshadowed night they came. “Ah” I cried “Dear friends—” “Go, I pray” cried Shakespeare in a ghastly voice. “Yonder lightning will strike thee! Anything we grant thee if thou goest, thou child of the Muses.” I pondered. “Dear, worthy friends,” I cried sudden- ly. “Only this I ask you. Tell me of my beloved classmates.” Shakespeare turned to his companions. All nodded gravely. Burke began in his steady, straightfor- ward voice : “Heartlessly Althea has turned down her suitors. Five committed suicide, three have gone insane. He who won the much desired prize was an admiral in the navy. ’ ’ “All over the tvorld Austin is renowmed and loved : Caverly the worlds greatest violinist.” “Bessie has been married but — ah — I see her seeking a divorce in the high court of New York.” Milton interrupted — ■ 1 He who made the famous remark, “Don’t be so foolish,” now a grave, studious preacher in yonder Rowley resides.” “Golden crowmed Clarice sought a be- autiful youth. Alas — she failed ! Hov r she dwells in a poppy red house in Dan- vers. ’ ’ “Every joy Cora know r s, for on a light fantastic toe she trips.” “I see Jew ett as the world’s greatest ac- tor, acting in the greatest tragedy ever produced in the sun blessed Rome.” Shakespeare wdiispered : “Fair haired Edith, the most studious of them all, has had three husbands and five sons.” ‘ ‘ Blue eyed Ella longed to be a teacher. Long was the longing, for a teacher she still remains.” 9

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Common down-trodden gi asses rise Up to their full height. So it should be with ns, let us raise up o ur heads and reach for the stars! “We have two lives about us Two worlds in which we dwell Within us and without us Alternate Heaven and Hell : — W ithout, the somber Real, Within, our hearts of hearts, The beautiful Ideal.” Our star is our ideal, a vision perfect of that which we wish to attain. It appears to us without a single soar or blemish. Ideals have always formed a high place in American history. It was the ideal of religious freedom which induced the Pil - grims to leave their native land. It was the great ideal of Democracy for which our boys left home to traverse 3,000 miles of water to a foreign land. Now that Autocracy has been crushed and Dem- ocracy is reigning supreme it remains for the individuals of this country to build up those ideals which shall make them worthy of the country in which they live. We are forming our ideals now. Ideals are subject to change, not a radical change but a gradual development in proportion to our expansion of body and mind. When we were children we had strange ideas which were termed fancies, but they were the foundation of our ideals, for it would be impossible for us to have high ideals had we not been inspired by childish fan- cies. As mankind’s ideals have advanced with civilization, so a child’s ideals devel- op with age and training. Let us keep ever before us these ennobling lines writ- ten by Oliver Wendell Holmes : ‘‘Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s un- resting sea. ’ ’ One of the most beautiful ideals we may have is that which inspires us to be- come the ideal man or woman, and the ideal is one who is true to the best that is in him. But whatever the ideal, let us place it high! Then if we have faith in our star and if we have the ability to work for it, success will be ours. Who can accomplish anything worth while in life without be- lieving in it with his whole heart and soul, and working for it with courage and strength ? With unwavering, rock-like faith and continual, incessant toil we must press onward through all impediments that obstruct our way, we must scale the heights and reach the stars. Nothing shall turn us from our ideal. It shall remain ‘ ‘ Constant as the northern star, O f whose true-fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.” We, the class of 1919, wish to express our gratitude to those who have helped to give us our ideals. To the teachers, parents, school committee, and friends we express our deepest, and most heartfelt “thank you.” To-night is the last time we shall meet together as a class, it may be the last time we Shall all be together. For four years, four happy industrious years we have met in the class room. We have shared our joys and sorrows and now we must part. In a few moments we shall receive our diplomas, the keys that open one of the bars which obstruct our upward course. Now, as we are about to say “good-bye,” 11