Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 28 of the 1920 volume:

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CUSHMAN FRED WITHAM, 21 LITERARY EDITORS: Ardace Savory, ’21 Hilda Scales, ’21 Julia Doughty, ’22 Sporting Editor, Class Reporters, Maynard Whittier, ’21 Dorothy Hall, ’21 Lucy Lee, ’22 Social Editor, Hortense Jewett, ’22 Dorothy Shaw, ’23 Catherine Caldwell, ’21 Parker Atkinson, ’23 Alumni Editor, Assistant Business Managers, Mary’ Martel, ’21 Richard Ralph, ’21 Exchange Editor, William Hayes, ’22 Nathan Sushelsky, ’21 James Burke, ’22 EDITORIAL In this, the second year of the Tiger’s publication, occurs an event which is a matter of regret to everyone of the pupils and alumni of the High School, and in fact to the whole town. We all know that Mr. Marston this year leaves the Manning High School, of which he has been prin- cipal for a quarter of a century. The scholars at present in the High School and the graduates of twenty-five years are all deeply touched by his retirement, the scholars because they can no longer hear his half-serious, half-humorous lectures in chapel, and the Alumni because they can no longer drop in to visit their principal and talk over old school days with him. All pupils will agree, no matter how much trouble they have gotten into or how many trying quarter hours they have spent in the office, that Mr. Marston has always treated them honestly and justly. Time and time again he said that he would meet us half way and that he would be square with us if we would be square with him. He has not only lived up to this but he has gone beyond it. A great many times he has gone much further than half way. How many of us have been called down to the office for some “ slight indis- cretion,” as he humorously put it, expect- ing some severe punishment, only to be sent away with a reprimand ending with, “We’ll call it square now.” But if Mr. Marston has not been a severe and harsh disciplinarian neither has he been the sort of person who is lax in keeping order and holding the pupils to their work. If any- thing really wrong has happened lie has always meted out a punishment equal to the offense but perfectly just and fair. His punishments, though perhaps seeming too severe, at the time, never rankled in the offender’s mind for lie has always made the wrong-doer see the foolishness and the wickedness of the misdeed and the justice of the punishment. Beside being so fair and honest with his pupils in the matter of discipline he has always wanted to help them in every possible way. He has always been anx- ious that his scholars should get through their work successfully, not simply be- cause he wished the school to make a good showing, but because of his good-will and friendship for every boy and girl in the school. He has never gotten angry at a pupil because his quarter’s work had not been passed or because he hart fallen down in his examinations. His way has been to find out the reason for the failure and then to try to get the pupil to set it right. He has inquired how the lessons were going and has always been ready to help a pupil through a difficult passage in Latin or a knotty problem in Algebra. Most men who have been teachers for twenty or thirty years get stale in their work. They take only a perfunctory in- terest in school activities and sometimes they begin to hate the sight of a school and every boy and girl in it. Mr. Mars- ton has never under any circumstances acted in this way. He has always had a lively interest in the school at every point, in keeping up the standard of ath- letics, in the Glee Club, and in all school affairs. He has never taken part to such an extent that he was thought domineer- ing. lie has kept, rather, in the back- ground, always ready with some wise sug- gestion. Even after twenty-five years of boys and girls lie has never tired of the scholars under him in spite of an occa- sional pupil who has tried to lie to him and deceive him. Besides his good qualities as principal of the High School, as a personal friend he is extremely well liked. His quiet hu- mor, his amusing way of putting things, his helpful suggestions, his personal charm, all make him an extremely pleas- ant person with whom to be acquainted. We in the High School especially know his wit and humor. Perhaps he is fondest of making jokes on himself and the whole school has laughed many times at his ref- erence to his hair, “which” he says, “is conspicuous by its absence. ’ ’ Altogether the scholars of the High School are losing a true friend, a fair and just principal, and a pleasant companion ; and we are all extremely sorry that we shall not see him in the school again next year. H. D. JR. 2 SALUTATORY— OUR PROBLEMS We, the members of the class of 1920, wish most heartily to welcome you all to our commencement exercises. The fact that you are here this evening shows that you are our friends, and as our friends, you will be interested in the problems, the solving of which will determine the suc- cess or failure of our lives. Our chief anxiety is the choosing of a vocation. Fifty years ago such a choice was seldom necessary for most of the girls became housewives and most of the boys took up the life-work of their fath- ers. Today, there is hardly a girl who does not earn her own living at least for a few years and the boy who takes his fath- er’s place is now the exception rather than the rule. Literally scores of possi- bilities invite us — each with its own at- tractions and with its difficulties to be overcome. Some offer small salaries at first but promise rapid advancement ; others tempt us with a large salary, but repel us because they can offer little chance for promotion. Sometimes bril- liant financial prospects demand the sev- ering of home-ties and the forfeiting ol social pleasures and recreation. Again a position, the actual work of which seems in itself less attractive, permits a fuller life outside its bounds, a broader realiza- tion of ideals of usefulness and service. Each must choose for himself thp one for which his peculiar tastes and abilities are best adapted — the one in which he can make the most of his life. The problem is not an easy one and its importance in our lives demands that we bring to its solving the highest effort of which we are cap- able. When an architect is employed to erect some splendid building he uses all his science and his utmost skill — he spends hours and hours— working out the plans for the structure. Chosing a vocation is making the plan for the structure of our Jives, and our success as builders depends largely on the wisdom of our plan. Our first problem, then, is how we can make our lives most advantageous to our- selves. Our second — perhaps even great- er than the first — is how we can best serve our country. She insures us personal safe- ty, and freedom ; she affords numberless opportunities and privileges for our well being and happiness ; for twelve years she has provided us with free schooling that we might be better able to meet our prob- lems. We owe her much and we must pay our debt. When the United States entered the world war, her young men an- swered the call for volunteers with “We owe it to our country. We will pay our debt.” We graduates cannot pay our debt by fighting for our country, but we can pay it by becoming true and loyal citizens, by each giving his utmost effort to the solving of the problems of our gov- ernment. Bolshevism is not the final so- lution for poverty and ignorance nor is war the sanest way to answer interna- tional questions. Strikes will never end the disputes between capital and labor nor will continuously higher prices alone secure us from decreasing production of necessities. A definite foreign policy must ' be determined and immigration regula- ted. The coming generation must solve problems of government such as no na- tion in history has ever met successfully or our civilization must pass away even as have those of Egypt and Persia, of Greece and Rome. We, as future citizens, must solve these problems. Whether we shall succeed is a question to be answered by ourselves, alone, and, for the class, l say, “We can, we will.” Dear classmates, make my answer a 3 true one. May each one of us seek his shall be able to look back on this memor- best approach to Success, and having able parting with joy in our hearts and found it, keep steadily on its path, never pride at having achieved our great end — branching off, nor turning back, until he success. has gained its farthest point. Then we ALICE M. DAVIS, 1920. VALEDICTORY— “NULLA VES No footsteps backward! What better motto could be ours? What could better illustrate our own ideals or those of the country in which we live? Indeed, from the time, three hundred years ago, when our ancestors landed in Plymouth with a firm resolve to found a country which they and their descendants might be proud to call their own, this spirit of progress has been instilled in the hearts of our people. It existed even in those early years of hardship and suffering and remained undaunted through the cruel In- dian massacres .which nearly annihilated the staunch little colonies. Glancing over the pages of history we can note the steady march of progress. From a few scattering settlements in the wilderness we have risen to what we are to-day, a great and powerful nation. Meanwhile the progressive ideal hidden in the recesses of men’s minds began to materialize in the shape of modern inven- tions. Many labor saving machines were in- vented, among them the cotton gin which revolutionized the cotton industry in the south. The steam boat and steam railway came into existence, then theories and facts about electricity were developed one by one and throughout all the intervening years the great men of every period have continued to study, plan and produce many electrical devices. The telegraph, cable and, later, the telephone system have resulted and brought all parts of the world into communication with each other. The progress made in education has TIGIA RETRORSUM” been no less marked. While the desire for religious freedom was the one great motive which led the colonists from the old world to the new, yet they were a peo- ple to whom education ranked second only to religion. Crude little cabins built by the pioneers from roughly hewn logs represented their first attempts, but in less than a century three of the largest colleges of to-day were founded. How- ever, for many years a grammar school education was considered munificent. Only a few were able to afford the advan- tages offered by high school courses and even fewer could bear the expense of a college training. We, the children of to- day, are alloAved the privileges of gram- mar and high school education at the ex- pense of the town and the commonwealth. With the opportunities that are ours, how easy it should be for us to build the house of progress — “To match our spirits to our day And make a joy of duty!” Honored Principal: We, your youngest children, greet you. You, too, are gradu- ating this year from the Manning High School and we feel that we are most for- tunate to have the honor of admitting you to the Class of 1920. We are glad that one of our classmates after a quarter of a century of faithful service here, can al- ready testifiy that he has successfully reached the goal toward which we are struggling. As we grow older and our visions broaden we shall think even more of the noble example which you have al- ways set us and we shall know that our 4 lives have been better for having learned of you. A short time ago, your pupils of former years gathered here to tender their tribute of respect and honor. It is now our privilege to add to theirs our tribute, and may the knowledge of the place which you hold in all our hearts bring you the pleasantest of memories. Classmates: For four long years we have worked together with this common goal in view. Shoulder to shoulder we have pressed forward and now mat our years of preparation are over, we are standing upon the threshold of the world. Our common pathways will soon diverge but let us never delay with lingering steps over the performance of some great task, and may our motto, “Nulla Vestigia Re- trorsum ’ ’ help us to be true to ourselves, our school, our country and our God. MARY E. GORDON, 1920. CLASS HISTORY What a grand day Avas September 1G-. 1917, for the eighty-one of us Avho entered the High School as Freshmen. We had left the Junior High School to pass into a Avalk of life with which we were entirely unacquainted. We felt that we knew al- most eA erything and that Ave were going to have a great many good times. But our anticipations Avere soon proA ed to be false. The Seniors (as Avell as the teach- ers) soon told us that Ave knew nothing and AA r ithin a short time we found out for ourselves that we really didn’t know enough to hurt us. As for ambition, we ahvays had enough of that. We always did our best to prepare to the satisfac- tion of the teachers, or at least, of our- selves, the assigned lessons although we sometimes found them long and difficult. Our Freshman year was the most Aveari- some of all years. We were Freshmen and Avere treated as such by the upper class- men. The Seniors associated with us for the sole purpose of telling us hoAV little Ave knew and Iiqav much Ave thought we kneAv. The Juniors didn’t trouble them- selves to be agreeable. The Sophomores were civil and yet not noticeably sociable. But such is the life of a Freshman. Soon that horrible year Avas ended and Ave Avere given a chance to forget our Freshman trials and tribulations, altho’ they linger- ed in the memory of many. Forty-four Freshmen managed to sur- Auve our first year to become Sophomores. Our life Avas much easier in all respects. Another class had entered to take our place as Freshmen and Ave joined the up- per classmen in ignoring them. At the close of that year Ave lost many of our teachers, among them Mr. Pickup, Avho had a habit of making us write outlines in English, a plan to which every pupil ob- jects. He was calm under all circum- stances and if two questions should hap- pen to be asked of him at the same time he Avould simply reply, “Now, just hold your horses.” Several teachers left in June to be married, but Miss McKay could wait only until the last of May. One of our most beloved teachers was Miss Emerson who also left then, but not for the purpose of getting married though she Avas engaged to our Science teacher, Mr. GoodAA-in. She helped many of us to struggle through that much despised study, Geometry. She had been aAvay from us only a short time when Ave receiv- ed the sad neAA s of her death. Apparently many of our number con- sidered half the high school course enough for only twenty-eight came back the next 5 fall. In the course of our Junior year several things of interest took place. Physical Training was introduced and has managed to exist, without proper instruc- tion or rooms, for two years although .many of us fail to see the reason for it. The boys prefer matching pennies in Room B, the girls arranging their tresses before the mirror, to having “Physical Torture” as it is generally called. Our Junior Prom came that year and was a success financially as well as social- ly. The most important of the new plans was the so-called improvement of changing from one to two sessions. No remarks con- cerning this subject are necessary as it has been discussed by everyone everywhere since it went into effect. The school paper entitled “The Tiger” made its first ap- pearance that year and proved to be very satisfactory. But best of all was our senior year. The sensation was described thus by one of our Freshman teachers. — “A Freshman knows nothing and thinks he knows something. “A Sophomore knows nothing and knows he knows nothing. “A Junior knows something and thinks he knows nothing. “A Senior knows something and knows he knows something.” During these four years each and every one of us has developed some conspicuous characteristics. Raymond Sullivan and Louis Bean have been partners in every- thing. If the majority of the pupils dis- liked a recitation, French grammar, for example, “Ray” and Bean were sure to start a conversation with the teacher which never failed to postpone the dread- ful lesson. Another classmate whom I shall never forget is our beloved valedictorian. Some- times several would find a lesson quite difficult and would think, “Oh well, if we can’t understand it the others can’t.” But as sure as we got in class Mary al- ways had her lesson prepared and nine chances out of ten it was perfect. Warren and Elsie may be classed to- gether in regard to attendance. Elsie didn’t enjoy assembly in the morning so she found a good reason for coming ten or fifteen minutes late. Warren didn’t like any part of the day and he, too, found good excuses though they didn’t always prove acceptable. A recent addition to our class is Beat- rice Connor. “Bea” is always interested in class affairs and is a great help in mak- ing our events a success. Our salutatorian is the class angel. Alice is quiet on all occasions and in class meetings approves of everything, a good trait which others might well copy. Last but not least is Pamelia Gould. When a committee is needed “Pam” is al- ways the first one elected and never fails to do her duty faithfully and success- fully. We leave behind us several honors and duties which we dedicate to the remain- ing classes. To the class of 1921 we leave the long coveted name of Senior with the necessity of upholding at all times and in all places the dignity that belongs to it. The chance of making plans for raising money for graduation, with the kind aid of the other classes, and the great pleas- ure of preparing the annual Senior Play. To the other classes we extend our heartfelt sympathy and sincerest hopes. As our dearly beloved principal is leav- ing us to-night we wish to extend our warmest appreciation for his earnest ef- forts made towards our progress and for his kind assistance always willingly given either along educational lines or in a soc- ial way. CLEOLA DAVIS, 1920. 6 • WHO’S WHO in the SENIOR CLASS NAME NICKNAME APPEARANCE HOBBY Mable Anthony Stickum Haughty Pouting Nathaniel Archer Babe Dark Clerking Louis Bean Baron I-know-it-all Violin cat-wails A 7 arren Brown AV arnie Wobbly Telling whoppers Helen Chapman Chappy Fair No afternoon session Beatrice Connor Bea Sporty Ballet Dancing Alice Davis A1 Angelic Studying Cleola Davis Lola Loving certain people Cleon Alary Gordon Too dignified to have one Learned Translating Virgil Pamelia Gould Pam Willowy Superiority Edna Ilerlihy Eddie Wide Skipping periods Henry Hills Hen Overworked Studying History Franklin Hulbei t Frank Movie hero His pompadour Barbara James,, : Sonny Lovable Gossiping Elsie Alackinpey Else Saintly Eating Alary Nourse, Bill Aleek Keeping quiet Hazel Rogers Bob Cute Ala king eyes Rosamond Scahill Roz Snappy Entertaining Raymond Sullivan Shrimp Alinute Listening to his own voice Bernard Sullivan Bun Worried Football Bernice AVhittier Bunnie Quiet Going to church CLASS SONG Music — “I’ll Love You All Over Again.” Old Manning High School, we say good- bye, You have done your best for us. Although we are leaving, And our hearts are grieving, AVe will be true to your trust. CHORUS. Our class of nineteen twenty Brings tribute and honor to thee, AVe go forth tonight, To make the world bright And staunch little comrades we’ll be; AYhen long days look dark and dreary AA 7 e will watch for the sunshine so bright. And we’ll fight for the truth AVith the spirit of youth So three cheers for our high school to- night. Our high school days are now all over Those four dear years of our life, So singing this token Of our real devotion, Class-mates! we’ll all say good-bye. BEATRICE M. CONNOR, 1920. COUNT BEAUFOIS, THE EXILE. Roux, a once beautiful suburb of Paris, Avas being ravaged and pillaged, by a party of Revolutionists, on a certain Oc- tober morning in 1793. The streets were in great confusion; children were calling for parents; mothers were weeping for lost children, and men were Avildly argu- ing and calling for volunteer leaders. Roux was one of the first small towns to be plundered, because it was here that 7 all the Counts, Marquis and Allies of Louis XVI, had lived. The King had been beheaded only the day before, and the little band of Royalists were unable to find a leader as none of the nobility dared to leave their families. At last a voice rang out, “Beaufois! Where is the Count? He will lead us to victory.” The walls of Count Louis Beaufois’ chateau lay in ruins, but still offered shel- ter from the turmoil, for the Countess and her two small sons, Charles and Jean. It was here that the little band of follow- ers found their chosen leader. “Beau- fois, you are needed; your country calls you,” came a strong voice, ringing through the tumult, to the Count. “Ma fois, ” shuddered the man, “I can- not leave my family to the misery alone ; but yet — ” A picture flashed through his mind of his father’s last blessing as he had sakl. “Be brave, Louis, my son. Fight your battles like a man and, above all, stand by your king.” “Yes,” the Count added hastily, “I’ll go.” Giving a part- ing embrace to his wife and children, he turned to leave them, perhaps forever. “Make haste, mon pere,” cried little Jean, “make haste, lest you be too late.” As the Count gathered his little band of followers the words of his son came ringing in his ears, “Make haste lest you be too late.” AVoifld he be too late? An- other party of Girondists had entered the town. Ah! Yes, Beaufois, too late! The scene in the streets was one of utmost misery, where men slaughtered children and women by the scores. The beautiful o ] d cathedrals and palaces were burning and some were even being torn down on the very heads of the occupants. The Count called on his forces to charge. Where were they? v They had deserted him ! At the sight which they could not endure they had fled in all di- rections, leaving the leader with less than a score of followers. What could they do? Beaufois, who still had the picture of his father before him, roared once more, ‘ Charge ! Down with the villians ! ’ ’ The fight was hand to hand and fist to fist, and before long, the few Royalists were trampled under foot. All but Beau- fois. He was bound, stoned, spit upon, and cursed. “Alas!” he thought, “I could bear these tortures bravely if I cou ] d only know that my wife and chfldren were safe.” But no word of his wife came, and the man, discouraged by his failures to be of service to the country, slept in a corner on a heap of rubbish, where he had been thrown. He was suddenly aAvakened by someone tugging and pull- ing at him. Then he was dragged through street after street, too sore and weak to know what was being done to him. At last the little party, made up of a few guards and Beaufois, reached Paris and the prisoner was taken to the St. Sauver prison, which had been captured at the outbreak of the revolution by the Girondists. The Count passed the step- less night in worry. Before dawn the next day, he was led out to meet his fate at the guilloti ne. As he was led forth, he felt a steady gaze upon him and, turning slightly he met the eyes of an erect, manly ngure. The gaze was fixed searchinglv upon him as if the man tried to recall an instance. Beaufois was sure that he had seen the man before. But where? Ah, his head was in confusion; he cou ] d not understand it all. The tall figure edged nearer as if to have a word with the pris- oner. By some chance little short of a miracle, the man proved to be a long lost friend cf the Count’s, who had come i ) save him. Could he, ah, could he by any means cut loose the prisoner’s bonds? The time had come; the guards who had met at the wine-shop the night before 8 were now more concerned about joviality and fun than about their prisoner. The. tall stranger slipped noiselessly behind the Count and with a small sharp knife cut the bonds quickly. “Make haste, mon ami,” whispered the rescuer, “make haste lest you be too late.” Where had the Count heard similiar words? He tried to remember but only for a moment, while he and his friend hid behind a pile of rubbish in a deserted cel- lar. Late that night they crept out into the darkness, and, as Beaufois was thank- ing the friend, he was suddenly grasped by the arm. He whirled about to face the former Marquis of Roux. “Count Beaufois, ” he thundered, “You are given by the authorities just forty- eight hours to get out of France, compren- nez-vous ? ’ ’ “Jc comprens, ” replied the Count, and, turning silently away in the darkness, he left the two men behind. He could find no trace of his wife and children that night, and the next afternoon he took a trading ship at Havre which was to set sail for New England that night. The exile never knew what became of his farm ily, and he ended his wretched and miser- able life in Bradford, Massachusetts, two short years later. HORTENSE JEWETT, 1922. KARAK. In the Alaskan International Trading Camp in tfayes City, Alaska, a stormy scene was being enacted between a native Eskimo trader and a young man named Lipton, dressed apparently for a long trip on a sledge. “But, man,” said the traveller rather exasperatedly, “Haven’t you anything thing better than this?” “Nothin’,” said the oily trader, spreading his equally oily hands before him in an expressive gesture. “But these are mixed blood. Not one real Eskimo dog in the establishment?” The oily trader would probably have made the same gesture had not an entire- ly white dog of the proper breed entered at that moment. “Ah-h,” said Lipton turning towards him, “How much will you sell this for?” “Karak? Nine hundred — cheap.” Lipton examined the dog’s points and pronounced her a thoroughbred Eskimo sledge dog. “Faithful,” interposed the laconic trad- er., “Faithful? To you? She won’t try to go back to you, will she?” As Karak approached the trader she turned up her lip and snarled, and, sud- denly turning, rubbed against Lipton ’s leg. It was evident she had no love for the native. Lipton took Karak outdoors, tied her with the three half breeds and drove her around a little. She was perfect when it came to teannvork and kept her compan- ions carefully in order when they need- ed it. When Lipton gave her one or two words of admiration, Karak wagged her tail to show she was friendly and jumped lightly on her hind legs leaning against the man. Lipton staggered back, amazed to see that the dog was half a head taller than he. Karak was soon bought from the trader and hitched to the team. Lipton would never have trusted himself to go safely across the frozen waste on the journey which he was undertaking with- out at least one real Eskimo dog, and even with Karak he was dubious. But the 9 need was urgent, and Lipton, used as he was to Iho ways of traders, was neverthe- less inclined to believe the Hayes City trader when he said the half breeds were almost as good as any dog. For two perfect days Lipton travelled, s’ccping, eating, and even exercising in his sledge. When the third day dawned e’ear and cold and Lipton was congratu- lating himself on having the same weath- er throughout the trip, he noticed a strange uneasiness among his dogs. Karak was trying her best to quiet them, nipping here and snapping there, but she only suc- ceeded in exciting them the more. Lipton soon got out to quiet them, just taking a short walk with them to exercise bis stiff- ened limbs. Suddenly the leader jerked away from him and started on a swift trot. Before Lipton had time to grab the reins the others started and in a second they were going so fast that no man cou’d pos- sibly overtake them. At first Lipton tried but soon gave up the attempt and regain- ed Ihe trail, intending to walk to Lincoln Station, the nearest settlement, which was a good half day’s journey in the sledge. When he started everything was perfectly still except for the crunchi ng of his feet on the crusty snow. A wolf bayed in the d stance, then another and another. Then Lipton heard his dogs answer the call. He couM even distinguish Karak ’s deep growling tones. Tie decided it was the wolves which had excited them and thank- ed his stars he was carrying a loaded pis- tol. But a twenty-four hour’s journey over icy ground without food and with uncer- tain weather for the night is without doubt a bad prospect. By nightfall he was weary and hungry, and if he stopped for even a minute the cold penetrated his jacket. Northern lights were flickering across the sky, there was no moon — no stars. Lipton noticed all these things me- chanically. He was beginning to walk mechanically. Once he slipped, twisted his anide and limped painfully on. When- ever he thought of anything he said to himself he was glad the moon would not rise till just before the’ Northern lighls faded, and it would not set till dawn had come. Be had assured himself of that be- fore he started on this trip against which all his friends had advised him. Two hours more he tramped. Suddenly he realized it was growing dark. Looking about him he saw the moon had set and there was no streak of dawn in the East. Then he remembered he had expected to get to Lincoln Station by noon or in the evening at the latest. Still he walked on another hour, off the trail and probably in a circle. Still no sign of dawn. All at once he felt a damp, cold splash on his face and realized it was beginning to snow. Once more he slipped, falling this time with his leg doubled sickeningly un- ed him. The man tried to rise but coidcT not, and was forced to drag himself along as best he could, he did not know where. Soon his mind began to wander ; occasion- ally he would lose utter control of him- self and shriek for help from the echoless, frozen wastes. Then he would be silent again, creeping along in the snow. He thought to himself he would die there and no one would know or care. The oily trader would laugh — spread out bis oily hands. Thorough-bred dogs! “Karak, good Karak!” He imagined the dog had come and Avas licking his benumbed cheeks. The imagination seemed to warm him as he gave up all attempt of moving and lay where he was with the snow si- lent, deathlike, enshrouding him. Start- led he suddenly realized Karak was next to him, bloody, with the reins of the sledge bitten through and flapping about him. She put her strong teeth in Lipton ’s belt and dragged as fast as she could 10 through the everdeepening snow towards Lincoln Station. She knew the way well having made the trip often, and depended, not on any man-made trail, but on her own keen, quivering nostrils. Early the next morning at Lincoln Sta- tion an astonished set of men saw a limp- ing bloody dog drawing a stronglimbed, unconscious man in her teeth, tired and shivering from head to foot. Some of them easily recognized Karak, and Lip-ton, when he recovered, was able to tell the story of his rescue so that another story of a dumb beast’s heroism was added to the list of those already known. JULIA F. DOUGHTY, 1922. MY ENGLISH LESSON ’Twas almost nine o’clock one morning bright ; Most easily might the teacher have dis- cerned With what reluctant minds we to our English turned, How slowly Brown his Math, put out of sight. The room was hushed in peaceful silence rare, When in her sudden ivay the teacher said, “Tomorrow’s lesson,” here rose every head, “Tomorrow’s lesson is to write a poem.” While walking home from school that af- ternoon, 1 lost myself in earnest thought of what My poem should be about, but naught. No hope nor plan could I divine so soon. But taking pen and ink that night, I labored earnestly, although my hopes were dead, And so I wrote this poem which you have read, And that was all that I could write. NATHAN SUSHELSKY, 1921. SUPREME SACRIFICE At the edge of a small wood near the French village of Hugemont, lived a little boy of nine years named Bossuet. He was small for his age, with a dark complexion and dark eyes and he was a cripple. He lived alone at the time in his little cottage. A neighbor came in each day to do his work and prepare his simple meals. In normal times he lived with his father in the cottage but now his father had gone at the call of Napoleon against the Eng- lish to the battle ground of Waterloo. During one of the fiercest battles the soldiers had ever seen, on the day the Eng- lish bombarded the French from the Church, and were answered by tempests of flame, on the day on which the English had effected the worst massacres of the fight, little Bossuet sat on the steps in front of his house and wondered. Where was his father now? Was he fighting des- perately or was he lying dead or dying in some obscure spot? Bossuet was a pas- sionate child. The more he pondered, and thought about his father the more he wanted to see him. Something seemed calling, calling him to his father. Oil the battle field all was quiet except for a shot that rang out now and then either from the gun of the guard or of a 11 spy or prowler. The sun, hesitating on the brink of the horizon, gave one last, blood-reflected glance and slipped behind the hills as if to shut out the horrible scene before it. Within the battered, decrepit walls of Waterloo there was fatigue but no slum- ber ; there was hunger, but no food ; there was thirst but no water; there were dead bodies but no graves ; there were leaders without followers and followers without leaders. It was a terrible night. Except for those who were to sleep forever, there was no rest. In a corner beneath some vines lay a Frenchman, groaning for water, and call- ing for his little lame boy. Yes, it was Bossuet’s father, Combeferre. While he was praying for his child the hand of Providence, or the hand of Fate, (who could tell which?) was guiding Bos- suet on his home-made crutches toward the battle ground. He was small and al- though his crutches were impediments to his progress he soon reached the inside of the ground, guided by that unseen hand. He searched along the walls diligently for his father. He dared not call lest he should be heard and killed as a spy. At last he could go no farther and sinking down in a corner cried softly to himself. But only for a moment, for Bossuet, like all boys, hated tears and he resolutely brushed them away. At this moment his heart stood still with terror. What was that noise? He listened. A shot rang out and all was still again. When Bossuet had quieted his fears he heard again a whisper cry. He fears he he rd again a whispered cry. He drew nearer the sound, and then, his heart failing him, he backed away from it in fear. Suppose it were an Englishman ! The parched cry came again more loud; “Bossuet, come!” Bossuet’s heart leaped and he made his way as quickly as possi- ble to his father’s side. “Water!” Where could he get a drop of water? His father was dying of thirst. Peering through the darkness to which his eyes had now become accustomed he saw indistinctly a soldier lying not ten feet away drinking from a flask. He must get the water. He crept cautiously to- ward the Englishman and stealing upon him quickly snatched it from his hands. The man cried out, a shot came hurtling through the air and struck Bossuet’s de- formed limb. He staggered and fell faint- ing, but still mindful of his purpose, c;-ep f painfully to his father’s side and held the water to his parched lips. The last drops gone, the man breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to em- brace his brave son. At that instant little Bossuet, overcome by pain and faintness, sank forward upon the breast of his par- ent and died quietly. A few years later at the edge of a for- est in Hugomont, in a tiny cottage, there sits alone an old man, in the clothes of a soldier. His snow-white hair falls down upon his shoulders. His ears are grown deaf with listening for his son’s song; his eyes are grown dim with tears and with watching for his child’s bright face. But Providence, or Fate, have given the lame hero a supreme dawn, have drawn him from the supreme shadow of pain into a haven of rest and happiness. So while the old father sits quietly, only waiting the call of that Holy Monarch to summon him, .lot to battle as before, but to a glorious home where no mortal hand can snatch his happiness from hinj. LUCY LEE, 1922. 12 A GHOSTLY EVENING It was our first evening in camp. All the boys were glad to be back. We were telling stories around the fire, though we did not really need the fire as it had been a very warm day. Finally someone told a ghost story and after that all the stories were about ghosts. It was a dark night ; the moon was behind a thick cloud ; the wind blew in gusts foretelling a storm ; the water of the lake beat angrily upon the shore ; the thunder boomed sullenly ; and jagged flashes of lightning stood out against the darkening sky. A particular- ly ghostly story had been told and the younger boys were really frightened. Some of us older boys, too, were begin- ning to get a little shivery. A twig snap- ped near by and our hearts almost stop- ped beating. An owl hooted far off ; in the distance a dog bayed at the moon; and in the heavy darkness we seemed t( feel airy touches on our faces and should- ers. No one spoke but each was thinking of all the ghost stories he had ever hea:u. In spite of the sultry heat we all drew nearer the fire, for it made us feel a little better to have our neighbors close beside us. The laugh of a loon rang out over the lake like the laugh of a tortured soul. Night was closing in and now we could see nothing but a wall of darkness beyond the circle of the fire, and between the peals of thunder we could hear nothing but the beating of the angry waves on the shore. We jumped at every little sound. A harmless rabbit scuttling through the bushes frightened us as if a ghest were coming. Flashes of lightning touched familiar objects with a ghostly light and seemed to intensify the darkness which followed. It was very still, except for the thunder which rumbled and roared a p ter each flash. One of the boys cried out sharply and looking where he pointed we felt our blood freeze and our hair rise. No one dared to move and all were rooted to the spot. We saw something tall, white, wav- ering, thin; and a pair of gleaming, cruel, unnatural, cold eyes. In one spot we could see the gleam of the water through it. It sighed, and again the laugh of the loon rang out over the lake. This time the sound was cold and bloodthirsty. Slowly the ghost wavered first to one side, then to the other. Just then the rain struck, and not waiting to see whether the ghost followed, we bolted for the tents to burrow into our blankets. DOROTHY SHAW, 1923. DUTIES ON THE FARM • k H- h ■ Getting up in the morning early, Almost at break of day, Straining the milk in the dairy, Turning the cows away. Washing the breakfast dishes, Dusting the parlor chairs, Roasting the meat for dinner, Making the beds upstairs. Churning the golden butter, Hunting for eg gs in the hay, Feeding the geese and the poultry, Scarce having time for play. With cheeks as red as roses, And teeth as white as pearls, This little country lassie, Is worth scores of city girls. ESTHER BISSON, 1921. 13 JUNE The month of June is here again Arrayed in shimmering green And as we stroll o’er dusty roads Gay blossoms can be seen A-nodding in the gentle breeze. With faces bright and cheery To welcome each and every one The sprightly and the weary. Within a nest in a treetop high Three birdlets, snug and warm, Are fed by a busy mother bird And kept from every harm. The father bird, in coat of red; Sings sweetly, “Cheer, oh Cheer!” His golden throat sends out the words For one and all to hear. Yes, June is here! Let all be glad And heed the robin’s song; Go smiling through the sunny days, For the right stand true and strong. For sunny days bring sunny smiles And sunny smiles bring cheer. While each and all of us agree June’s the best time of the year. RICHARD RALPH, 1921. DIFFICULTIES IN ENGLISH What shall I write about? Poems aren’t in my line, But I’ll have to write one, Or the teacher’ll give me mine. I don’t want my walking ticket! I want a poem instead ! If I worry much more about it I’ll have a pain in my head! I wait for an inspiration, Which doesn’t seem to come. While I sit and wonder and wonder My lesson should be done ! The trouble that teacher’s causing! If she knew how it bothered us, I wonder if she’d not relent And not cause such a terrible fuss? Well — I’ll just have to face her. And receive my walking card. Why does that English teacher Give lessons so awfully hard? EMMA HALEY, 1921. THE IPSWICH RIVER 0 this is the winding Ipswich river, Flowing slowly down to the sea, Rising up in the Topsfield marshes, Ever widening on its way ’Til it disappears in the roaring sea. At first it is a narrow brook, Winding through the meadows, And through the marshes Then as it speeds on its hastening way Larger it grows Until at length With a final roar and resounding crash Over the dam it surges onto the sharp rocks below. Thence it rushes under stone bridges ’Til reaching the marshes it spreads itself Into creeks and inlets Until it becomes A maze of intricate channels. Flowing slowly along Past the white beach Out to the sea. RICHARD HODGKINS, 1921. 14 LESSONS SOCIAL NEWS We have lessons in the morning, and in the afternoon; We must think while we are eating of the lessons coming soon; We have lessons after supper, which we must then prepare. Does it seem so many lessons can possibly be fair? If we’re going to the movies, we must our English do ; If we’re going to the concert we must read our History through Or there are unknown quantities for which we have to look. How much trouble t ’would have saved us if there ’d never been a book ! If we’re invited to a party, or anything at all There’s that awful Caesar waiting with his legion still in Gaul. If we’re going to the theatre to see our favorite hero To have our conscience easy we must finish up with Nero. The piano may invite us; we may wish to sing a song But unless our French is finished, every- thing is wrong. If we sew, crochet, or knit, or do any- thing but cram We sorrowfully flunk our classes and the quarterly exam. There are lessons, lessons always, as far as I can see And though I’ve finished English there are lessons still for me. So I’ll put this little tirade in my book and out of sight Hoping hard that Mrs. Cushman will think it sounds all right. CATHERINE J. CALDWELL, 1921. The Junior Prom was held May 7 at the Red Men’s Hall. The hall was very prettily decorated in pink and grey, the class colors. The stage and the Matron’s and Punch corners were trimmed in a very effective manner. There were a number of streamers from the center of the hall extending to all the corners. The Matrons were Mrs. J. I. Horton, Mrs. I . Whipple, and Mrs. H. Brown. The Com- mittees in charge Avere : — The Business Committee — Mr. HoAvard Doughty Mr. Richard Ralph Mr. Maynard Whittier. — The Decorating Committee — Miss Ruby Earley Miss Mary Martel Miss Ardace SaA T ory. — The Invitation Committee — Miss Catherine CaldAvell Miss Katherine Reddy Miss Hilda Scales. The Avhole was supervised by the Presid- ent of the Junior Class, Mr. Gardner Brown. EXCHANGE JOKES Great Scott ! If Ivanhoed the bonnie brae And Athelstaned his tunic neAV And Friar Tucked his food aAvay Pray Avhat, oh, what, did Roderick Dhu — The Holten. (Danvers.) What we OAve to Latin. All people died Avho spoke it All people died Avho Avrote it All people die who learn it Blessed dead, they surely earn it. — High School Re Anew (Lowell.) Customer: — “Do you serve fish here?” Waiter: — “Yes sir, sit doAvn, we serve anybody.” 15 THE SENIOR CLASS, MANNING HIGH SCHOOL Town Hall, May 14, 1920. PRESENTS “MR. BOB.” A Comedy in Two Acts. CHARACTERS : Aunt Becky, a lover of cats Mr. Brown, lawyer for Benson Benson Katherine, Aunty Becky’s niece Philip, her nephew, a captain Jenkins, the butler Patty, the maid “Mr. Bob” The play proved a great success and all the cast deserve much praise for their work. Miss Connor and Miss Bean are entitled to special credit. The class pre- sented their coach, Mrs. Cushman, with a wonderful bouquet of roses. The play was later repeated in Rowley with equal success. The usual Memorial Day exercises of the public schools were held May 28. Dur- ing the first part of the morning the lowei grades had their exercises at the Town Hall. At eleven o’clock the High School escorted the soldiers and lower grades back to the school. The High School then held their exercises in the Manning Hall. Gardner Brown, Muriel Russell, Nathan Sushelsky and Rosamond Reilly gave readings, and the school sang several songs. The school was then honored by addresses from two members of the Grand Army and two of the American Legion. The Annual Glee Club Concert was given June 3. The Club was assisted by Miss Dorothy Berry Carpenter, a reader, and Mr. Raphael Del Sordo, a violinist. Cleola Davis Raymond Sullivan Mary Gordon Franklin Hulbert Louis Bean Beatrice Connor Hazel Rogers The Program was arranged in two parts. The first consisted of various songs by the Glee Club, and many selections by Miss Carpenter, among which were “The Pic- nic” from “The Woman Haters”, one of Joseph C. Lincoln’s stories, “A Joy Ride” and Penrod’s “Letter to a Friend.” Mr. Del Sordo contributed several violin solos including “Romance” by Rubinstein, “On the Wings of Song” by Mendelssohn and Sarosipe’s “Habanera”. The last part of the Program was a Cantata, the “Song of Victory”, by the Glee Club as- sisted by Miss Martel, the leader. The entertainment and the following dance was greatly enjoyed by all, and the con- cert proved a great success. = A banquet was given in honor of Mr. Marston, Saturday June 12. Mr. Marston has been principle of this school for twen- ty-five years. All the Alumni were in- vited, and the tables were arranged in the form of a big “M.’ Several men spoke, and all present had a very enjoyable time. Mr. Marston was presented with two ’hun- dred dollars in gold, and fifty dollars in checks. 16 SPORTING NEWS— BASE BALL The base ball team which represents the Manning- High School this season is as good as can be expected from a small high school like ours. The team has shown a marked improvement over the ball team of last year, in all departments of the game, and if this improvement continues, conditions for a fast winning team are faA ' orable in a few years to come. The team was coached by Maynard Jewett, a former High School graduate, and star athlete of the school. But prac- tice was greatly handicapped by lack of time and by the failure of many candi- dates to keep up in their work. The schedule included about fifteen games but as weather conditions were unfavorable the majority of them were cancelled. The following players made the team : G. Brown Capt. Wit ham Gould Dunn Hayes R. Sullivan B. Sullivan Dondero Cunningham Kalaboke M. Whittier R. Whittier Callahan Bean May 12 : Salem 20 Manning 15 Errors in the field were responsible for the large score. May 22 : Newburyport 8 Manning 16 The first success of the season was won by the fast playing of the infield and by Gould’s excellent pitching, only three balls being hit to the outfielders. J une 2 : Manchester 4 Manning 4 Gould pitched a fine game and received good support. The feature of the game was a spectacular catch by R. Sullivan in centerfield. June 9 : Beverly 15 Manning 7 On account of Manchester’s failure to show up, the team played an evening game with Beverly High and was com- pletely outclassed. Okerley, the Beverly pitcher, only allowed two hits. Errors went up to a total of 14 for our boys which showed their need of practice. FIELD DAY, JUNE 16 The first game of the season was played with Dummer Academy, at South By- field. The boys were greatly handicapped because the team was not picked until five minutes before the game and most of the positions were new to the players. The score w r as Dummer 17 Manning 3. The second game was also with Dum- mer at Ipswich. The team had picked up since their first game and played much better ball, Dummer being forced to use three pitchers. Errors in the field were responsible for most of Dummer ’s runs. Cunningham’s batting featured for Man- ning. The score was Dummer 16 Man- ning 12. There was an interesting program of athletic events, some of which w r ere : a quarter mile run; inter-class relay races; a 200 yard dash and a 100 yard dash; broad jump and high jump. The boys -who competed had practiced hard and made a good showing. FOOT BALL All who wish to take part in this sport next fall must be up in their studies for each year of attendance. Conditions are not very bright for a strong team as the boys are too light to compete with other high schools, whose teams outweigh them two to one. 17 GRADUATES OF 1918 Hester Lord has graduated from Kerry Normal. Boston. Margaret Wallace is at the “Aggie”. Yivian Russell is finishing her sophomore year at Mt. Holyoke College. Pauline Prime is at Salem Normal School. Lillian Chisholm, Lillian Richardson, Margaret Ryan, and Esther Hirtle are holding office positions in Rowley, Newburyport, and Salem. Beatrice Mansfield is working at Marble- head. George Gordon is farming at home. Ivan Kent is at the United Shoe Co. Graduates of 1919 ( ora Benedix is at home on a vacation trom Laselle Seminary, Auburndajt. Althea Hayes is at Marycliff Academy. Arlington Heights. Edith Spyut and Lucy Sturgis are attend- ing Burdett. Georgia Reid and Elsie Jones are having a vacation after their first year at Bos- ton University. Austin Caverly and Samuel Gordon have been taking post graduate courses at the Manning High School. Ellen O’Brien, Thelma Damon and Mar- garet Reilly will soon finish their first year at Salem Normal School. Lucy Bailey is in the}, office of John Han- cock ’Co., Boston. Myrtle Goditt has a position in the Ip- swich Mills’ office. Ethelinda and William Tucker are at Middlebury College, Middlebury, Yt. Cleon Johnson is at Amherst “Aggie.” .Spencer King is working in the Ipswich Mills. Mildred Davis is working in the office at the Ipswich Mills. Douglas Jewett is attending Wentworth College, Boston. Chester Anthony is at home. Clarice Davidson is attending the “Ag- o-ie ” EXCHANGES We gratefuly acknowledge the follow, ing exchanges : Review — Lowell. Mass. Molten — Danvers, Mass. Beacon — Boston University. Chronicle — Marblehead, Mass. Early Trainer — Essex County Training School, Lawrence, Mass. What we Think of Others The Beacon— Boston University. Your paper is excellent in all respects. Tt has a fine literary department. We especially enjoyed reading “Mush Yersus Mush.” The poem “World Garden” is exceptionally good. The Early Trainer — Lawrence, Mass. You have excellent material in your paper. Your editorials show very good work. Your jokes are clever. The Review — Lowell, Mass. We are glad to receive your paper. It has some very good ideas in it well worth .copying. Your literary material is excel- lent, especially the story entitled “Brand Mason.” Your “Knocks Department” is certainly a fine thing. The appearance of the paper is somewhat crowded on ac- count of the advertisements on the liter- ary pages. The Holten — Danvers, Mass. Your cover design is very appropriate. The story called “The Ghost of Hazel- tine” is very interesting. The Chronicle— Marblehead, Mass. Your idea in having the paper in news- paper form is very good . You should have more jokes. 18 What Others Think of The Tiger The Review- — Lowell, Mass. Here is a new exchange which we are glad to receive. You have the founda- tions for a good paper, but we should sug- gest some cuts for each department. The Literary section contains some good sto- ries. Where is your Exchange Depart- ment ? NOT WHAT IT SEEMS Did you ever walk on a warm afternoon Or lose your heart in the full of the moon? Did you ever ride in a beaver hat Or chance to go on a bacon bat? Have you ever danced with an orchestra great Or very often made a date Or held the line for a friend of yours Or taken a lantern to do the chores? Did you ever fall for a girlie sweet Or lose your head when on your feet? Have you ever been tripped by the door to the hall Or drunk lemonade after the ball ? Did you ever hear a dogwood bark Or go for a day on a pleasant lark Or taste a complexion of peaches and cream ? Did you ever see moss on an old sunbeam ? Have you ever seen a woodpecker’s peck Or ever run down with your laundry check ? Ever measure a distance with your eye? You haven’t? Well, neither have I! HILDA SCALES, ’21. Brown (in Ancient History) : “The battle of Tours was fought from dawn till dark on a Saturday night in October.’’ Miss Ferguson: “I suppose the Sara- cens fled at moonrise on Sunday morn- ing?” There was a young man of Ipswich Whose name was young Georgie Mc- S witch, He went overseas And came back with some And now all poor George does is itch. A little boy was walking along the street and he kept sniffling. A lady, pas- sing by asked: “Little boy, haven’t you a handkerchief?” “Yes,” he replied but I don’t lend it to strangers.” She was that annoying kind of girl who is continually humming popular songs For the last few weeks it had been war songs, much to the vexation of her broth- er lately returned from France. “Don’t you know the war’s over?” he asked. “Whistle it,” she replied, “and I’ll see if 1 do.” Miss Damon had just assigned the les- son in shorthand. As usual one of the pupils came up and began to argue about it. At last the wearied teacher said, “1 don’t care,, shoot (suit) yourself.” When you leave the old Manning High School (Old) When you’re leaving the old school for good (Hurrah) When troubles and strife have entered your life (Maybe) And you wished you were back there again (Never) When gloom keeps you longing for study (Impossible) As the empty stomach longs for food (Ah!!!) We will answer your call, we’ll forgive you for all (Yes??!) But we’ll never go back there again, (You tell ’em) Author (Unknown) 19 Into the Shorthand class one day, Lucy Lee came prancing in. With her usual happiness And her .face a- grin. Her classmates all seemed anxious Their cheerful friend to greet They lent their full attention Till Lucy took her seat. Lucy still was smiling, but not As mirthfully as before. Expressions of great agony, At times on her face she wore. And when at last the teacher Came in to hear her class, All were happy, very happy, Except one little lass. Miss Damon, when the class was o’er Lucy’s quiet to extol Said, “Miss Lee, you alone did well, Your laughter to control.” All this praise to Lucy Didn’t seem quite fair, So she sadly whispered “K. put a tack in my chair.” Miss Wood (to unprepared French class) : “I find it rather hard to swallow all the excuses.” Pupil: “Perhaps she’ll choke when she hears miriel” The first poetess in Ipswich was Anne Bradstreet ; the last is in the Sophomore, class. Ask Mr. Hodgkins who she is. A teacher I know, named Miss Wood As a friend and a teacher she’s good She’s engaged it is said So 1 guess she will wed I know she could if she would, and she should. Selections from Junior Poems When Bobby’s tummy was nearly full Mother brought out a large cake. Bobby asked never a question But loosed his belt around his stomach. The rhyme was unintentional. The day was blue and so was I ; A drizzlin rain I felt ; The clouds hung heavy in the sky; 1 thought that I would melt. Some weather! Bean entered Spanish recitation late, as usual. Miss Wood — “Bean, we are waiting for you. You are the missing link.” Bean — “Oh no, I am the whole chain!” We all know that Bean is clever at repartee. THE MAGIC OF A SMILE There’s no one in this world who knows How much a smile can do. It quickly cheers the saddest hearts For it penetrates right through. Xo one knows how much a smile Can do on a cloudy day. It drives away all solitude And makes the sunbeams play. Who has not seen how just a smile, To people old and grey, Can make the dear old eyes grow bright And send their clouds away? If you ever see your neighbors Sorely troubled and distressed Some cheery words and smiles from you Will help them do their best. And if you should have a grievance Bear it bravely all the while. Do not waste your time complaining But just simply smile. LUCY LEE, 1922. 20 COMPLIMENTS A. P. LITTLEFIELD Practical Horseshoeing Special Attention to Overreaching and Interfering Hammett St., - - IPSWICH R. W. 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