Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Months wore on until June. Margery was as happy as the birds, as she sat and sewed by the window in her little room, watching for the little white sail to come in sight. The sea and wind had been fierce and cruel. The white sail never came back again. Margery, when she finishes this dream, always wakes up with a heavy sigh. Her tea kettle is boiling, and she gets up and busies herself about her supper. Poor. Margery still sits by her lonely hearth, alone, without a relative in the world. ANNANARKUN, ’21. Danvers, Massachusetts, June 6, 1919. My dear Nephew, At last I reckon my remaining days numbered, and at the advice of Doctor Marblehead, I am going to make out my will. My boy, although you v T ere quite a young scamp last summer when you were here on your vacation, and called me “Old ball top” in spite of my old age, I — By the w ay, I am using some new hair tonic and my hair is growing in quite fast. As I v ' as saying, how w r ell I remember how you teased all my animals. Many times you tied the pigs’ legs together with string and left them in agony in the pen. How often you put tin cans on the cow- s’ tails and left them helpless in the pasture ! Like a picture painted before my eyes I can dee you over yonder in the fields looking for snakes and other pests with which to torment me. Regardless of the past and your ill treatment towards me and all mine, I By the w ay, do you remember the old white cow that you painted green when you were here? Well, she got first prize at the Fair last month. Well, young man, in spite of all the foolish names which you applied to me, and the w r reck you made of my life, I got married last w r eek to Lizzy Patch, the old school ma’am, which makes her, therefore, sole heiress to my fortunes. With as much love as ever, I remain Uncle Josh. CORA H. BENEDIX, ’19. 18 Green Street, Ipswich, Mass., June 6, 1919. Dear Miss Blank, I am so glad to hear that you have got a Ford ! I have tw T o very good reasons for being glad. First, because you can ride, and second, because I, as a pedestrian, can make fun of said Ford. From what I hear about the matter, a Ford is an unmixed pleasure. It never rattles, squeaks, jounces, bounces, pitches, tosses or bursts its tires. The state road is now in wonderful condition for Fords. It is being repaired in three hundred and thirty-four places between here and Bos- ton. An automobile always gets stuck in the mud, but a Ford, never. A Ford is also beautiful as well as use- ful. Its shiny black sides glow with a brilliant radiance. Tt’s brass work sends out the gleam of gold. As Keats says, “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” Yours most sincerely, H. N. DOUGHTY, Jr. Ipswdch, Mass., March 30, 1916. Dearest Althea, I have just heard of your great loss. Let me extend my greatest sympathy to you and the rest of your family, I always did like that cat, and he was such a good mouser. 22 Your loving friend, LUCY BAILEY, ’19.

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laugh which was forced, and did not come from the heart. He laughed because he was so very angry. He was almost driven mad by the letter which told him of the danger that so many young men’s lives were in. He laughed because he tri- umphed. A few ' months later he went through his mill to see his slaves at work. Yes, his slaves. They earned every cent they re- ceived. The conditions under which they were working v r ere indescribable. They were shut in like rats. The sun had tried its best to throw a stream of light through the dirty windows, but it was im- possible. Mr. Stone walked through his mill, now and then he let forth a cry at one of the employees for looking at him or perhaps for not working as hard as usual because of his lack of physical strength. ‘ ‘Fire ! Fire !” cried a man. “It can not be possible !” exclaimed Mr. Stone. The men ran to and fro as if mad. Be- fore many minutes smoke appeared in every direction. ‘ 1 Save me!” cried the money-maker. No one heard him. He was left help- less. For once in his long life money left his mind. The flames were rapidly eating up the Leather Mill. The sparks iseemed to cry out “Revenge! Revenge!’’ Mr. Stone’s large fur coat soon became the victim of {he flames, and before many minutes the great money-man was in the hands of re- venge. As his life was gradually leaving him his only wish was, that he had in- stalled the proper conveniences in the mill, but it was now too late. “Wake up, sir, wake up, you are dreaming,” cried James. “What!” exclaimed Stone, “can it be possible ! ’ ’ “Yes, you v r ere dreaming,” said James, who trembled for fear that lie would re- ceive a good scolding because his master had had a bad dream. “Oh, James,” said Stone, “call this firm up immediately and tell them to put fire-escapes in my mill and also other im- provements.” James did as he was told, thinking his master had gone mad. No, it ivas true. Mr. Stone had received his lesson through a dream. He was re- born and started life over again with a new conscience and with new 7 ideals. CORA H. BENEDIX, ’19. MARGERY MOORE. Margery Moore is a poor, bent wrinkled old woman, without a relative in the world. Day by day she sits alone by her hearth and patiently knits and dreams of her happy and sad by-gone days. She dreams about herself when she was young. Nobody would ever think that this wrinkled old woman was ever young. Her mother and father petted their youngest child, her brother and sister kindly smiled on her, and young Will Grey, the neigh- bor’s son, was her ardent admirer. She dreams of all the different parties, entertainments, church suppers, and husk- ing bees she attended with him. She was very pretty, proud, and gay in those days. She remembers the first time she met Will. It Avas at a husking bee of one of her chums. ITowr bashful Will was when he asked her if he could walk home with her ! Will Grey was a fisherman. He left his childhood home and joined a colony of fishermen on Cape Ann. From here he was to go to sea. It was a bright spring day when Will sailed for the distant bay. Margery went to the wharf with him. After the boat started she went home and sat by the window in her little room and watched the white sail out of sight. 21

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CLASS NOTES. X Pupil to Callahan: “Do you like Miss Wood?” Callahan: “She is delightful when you know her but I don’t know her.’’ There was a young lad named Bean, His “loves’’ few and far between; But neverless, He must surely confess He is “gone” on ihis so called queen. (I wonder who she can be. He often visits the Senior room) COMMON EXPRESSION IN SCHOOL. Miss Marsh: “Go right along and read it as if you knew it. It is really a beau- tiful passage.” Miss Cole: “I’ve explained it over and over and now you don’t understand.” Miss Wood — “Have you prepared your French today or merely looked it over ? ’ ’ Miss Rowell — “Now what is the trouble? they’re very simple.” Mr. Marston — “I saw five people look at the person who is crossing the floor. ’ ’ Ques. Why is a Ford like a school- room? Ans. Because the crank’s in front and the nuts are in back. Miss Rowell : Callahan, put your eyes on your book.” Callahan: “I can ' t, my nose is in the way.” Miss Rielly: “Miss Lockwood, the bob- bin is gone to this machine.” Miss Lockwood: “Perhaps it has run out.” Brown will make a famous French scholar. His favorite manner of display- ing his knowledge is this: “Miss Wood, I didn’t get that far.” Miss Cole, reading some of Chaucer as a sample of old English. “I will read some more some day.” One of her pupils fervently, “No thanks.” Mr. Marston — “There seems to be a lit- tle party in the back of the room. Come at 3.30 in Room 1 and I will gladly chaperon you.” Some people are SO obliging. If all classes would follow our class I am sure the stupid and slackers would be no more, for we are : J oily U nited N oble I deal 0 bliging R ighteous S tudious Once upon a time there was a very rich man whose wealth consisted mainly of a valuable diamond which he kept sewed in his turban. This man was very selfish and never gave anything to the poor. One day he was going down to his boat to take a sail. A beggar asked him for alms but was roughly refused. Soon af- terwards the rich man was out sailing on the lake when his turban, with the valu- able diamond in it, blew off. The next day the beggar was eating a fish which he caught in the lake, when he was choked by something hard. Joy to the beggar! What do you suppose it was? A fish bone! 23