Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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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

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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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Mr. Marston in hall, lecturing a pupil : ‘‘The way of the wicked is never easy.” Callahan under his breath, “I notice that you have no bed of roses in this school.” A Junior enters, writes on the black- board in the Sophomore class. “Junior Sandwich Sale. All come and bring your money. ’ ’ Witham: “Miss Marsh, Do you think I ought to pay five cents for two of those sandwiches ? Aren’t Junior Sandwiches small ones? Brown, “The smaller the sandwiches, the smaller the Dr’s bill.” Brown, speakng of the Roman Army, “Miss Marsh, what comes after a cap- tain?” Miss Marsh in surprise: “Why, don’t you know that Brown? “Class what is it?” Class in chorus, “Major, of course.” Brown, “Oh yes, I used to know it all once, but I forgot it.” i 24