Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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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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hate to leave school this year. We all wonder why. During such crucial periods as hair- dressing, skipping periods, and gradually, year by year, becoming Seniors, we needed a navigator, and we found an able one in Myrtle Goditt. Myrtle has been greatly interested in the sea for some time past, and has studied expensively all the differ- ent elements, of the Atlantic Ocean, in particular. “There’s no doubt about it,” says Myr- tle, “the sea’s a great place.” We have often wondered which part of it she meant, whether it was Davy Jones’ locker, or something up above. So — after a great deal of investigation on the part of the class detective, namely Spen King, also our honorable class president, we decided it must be something up above. Spen is slow, but Spen is sure, and at last he re- ported that her interest was mainly in ships. No further investigation was need- ed on Spen’s part. As I have said before, we have dimin- ished during the four years, but we have also added on. Bill and Ethelinda Tucker were part of our addition. Now — Ethelin- da is sweet and charming, rather slow in movement, but as for Bill you couldn’t get a speedier. Bill is handsome, strong, and the biggest flirt you ever saw. As Bill says : ‘ ‘ Classes may come, and classes may go, but I go on forever!” Pie’s right. But Bill isn’t in it with Cleon. Cleon is our greatest addition. We couldn’t have got a better. Though he is long and lanky, he’s the flower of a girl’s heart. Cleon, in a description of himself just said : ‘ Life is one darned thing after another. As you see it.” (meaning himself.) But for out and out deviltry there ’s none better than Clara Davison. Her lessons were nothing her appearance little more, but for a jolly good fellow, — she’s there! Clara would grin, and laugh, and smile, look at the pictures on the wall, and when Clara was kicked out she didn’t care, for Gladys Brown stood by and did her share. Of course, in a class like ours, there’s al- ways one in a class by himself and in our case, it’s Chester Anthony. “Simple” he’s called, and it fits to a “T.” He looks sim- ple, he acts simple, he talks simple, and he’s simple all over. He’s the best of flirts, and particularly fond of the Rowley school teachers. He can win everytime, but when it comes to conversation, all Jake can say is : “Oh, how I hate to get up in the morn- ing.” Pie admits he’s rather lazy, especially in English, and his exact counterpart is Douglas Jewett. Douglas has always been a great charmer with the ladies, but that didn’t hinder him from breaking windows and throwing erasers. It’s very funny how really childish the Seniors are!!!??? But even Cleon has put an eraser through one of the glass doors, so Douglas needn’t worry, and as for Aut Oaverly, he’s bro- ken half a dozen, but then, Aut’s one of our star hockey players, and he’s strong on arguing, so he always manages to slide out. “Slippery Slim” number three. But as everyone knows, even in a poor miserable bunch like we are, there is al- ways; an angel, and in our midst we have a pair of the largest white wings imagin- able on our small and adorable Thelma Damon. Thelma is curly-haired, gentle, and sweet, and the leader of fashion in sweaters. In direct contrast to Thelma is Susie Dewar, the class pepper box. Susie doesn’t care what she says. Out it comes and that ’s the end of it. There are some in our class who are demure and shy. They’ve said very little but they’ve thought much and all stood back and done their best. They are Bes- 4

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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