Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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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

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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

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• 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