Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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PRESENTATION OF GIFTS TO BOYS I was sitting, sadly thinking That the time was drawing near, When our school years would be ended, And my classmates, loved and dear, Would be scattered hither, thither, In office, school, and college, And the whole world would be profiting By our stored-up fund of knowledge. A happy thought came to me then, That before the time to part, The girls through me could give the boys Some gifts, straight from the heart. Then I thought, “What could we give them? What would each one prize? Must it be small and tiny? Or of tremendous size?” To give Richard Ralph a doughnut, And Gardner Brown a tart, And Lawrence King a biscuit, Would break Howard Doughty’s heart. How could we plan this matter? I thought of this and that, And then I had a big idea, I’d ask my yellow cat. “Now Toolie dear,” I said to him, “What shall these tokens be?” He answered, wise as Solomon, “Well, now, let me see. There’s Gardner Brown, he’s handsome, strong, And gifted beyond telling; He only needs a little hoop To keep his head from swelling. And Billy would a-wooing go, He is an ardent swain; To get to Wenham quickly then, Give him a choo-choo train. Lawrence is a tiny tot, But his mark he’s got to make; So to start him on his road to fame Raise him up on a yeast cake. You reach a man’s heart through his stomach, Is a saying the wise men make; So that’s why it would be a pleasure For you to give Howard a cake. Maynard Whittier, fond of drawing, Would like crayons, that’s plain to see; But a little book for engagements, Of more use to Maynard will be. A jitney to Ralph should be given For himself and the girl he likes best, And so from that hugging and spooning, The Rowley passengers then can rest. Now this gift should be given to Nathan, For he is Class Baby you see, And what without his bottle Yould life to a baby be? Witham likes to play hockey and ball And would like to join the Red Sox, But we ’ll give him this little token, To show tacks should be kept in a box. Now you could give Richard a rattle Or you could give him a rose Or you could give him a hanky To wipe his dear little nose. But all these are rather trivial And might make Richard feel mean, So just give him a little w r ash cloth To keep his ears and neck clean.” Then Toolie stopped perplexed and said, “This Houghton I don’t know T , And so I’ll leave to you, my dear, The last gift to bestow.” So I give to you, Houghton, Knowing well you will hold it dear, The honor of 1921, To guard for us year after year. Catherine Caldwell — 1921. SOCIAL NEWS Memorial Day exercises were held in the Hall on Friday, May 27. The pupils es- corted the Grand Army and members of the American Legion from the Town Hall to the Manning Hall in a very creditable manner. The program opened with the singing of ‘ ‘ Columbia the Gem of the Ocean” by the school chorus. This was followed by a recitation by Alcie Harris, 1 ‘ The Bivouac of the Dead. ’ ’ The 1 - Gettys- burg Address” was delivered by Nathan Sushelsky. Interesting addresses were giv- en by the commander of the Grand Army, Mr. Charles W. Bamford, and by Mr. Lu- ther Waite. The exercises closed with the singing of the ‘ ‘ Star Spangled Banner. ’ ’ In “The Pioneers,” a short pageant giv- en Class Day, the part of the Pioneer Man was taken by Fred Witham, the Pioneer Woman by Ruby Earley; Powers of the Forest, Esther Bisson, Emma Haley; Pow- ers of the River, Ardace Savory, Hilda Scales ; Spirit of the Wilderness, Mary Martel; Mist Maidens, Katherine Reddy, Irene Atkinson ; Fever, Anna Narkun ; Fa- mine, Gertrude Chapman ; Death, Maynard Whittier.

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who has yielded to them. Freedom, there- fore, freedom from all overpowering habits is the first essential of true culture. Education is likewise essential to the cultivated man. He cannot deal effect- ively with the present, nor can he plan successfully for the future unless he knows the past. From his study of history he learns the most successful manner of deal- ing with perplexing problems. His study of literature reveals to him the human soul, its ambitions, its sufferings, and its ideals. Indeed, education is the very foundation of culture. It is largely by the light of one’s educa- tion that he regulates his conduct. From isolated facts and experiences he arranges a system of values, a philosophy by which to direct his life. The cultivated man must appreciate the relative importance of everything in life. Then can he choose his friends because of their true worth. Then will he be able to place himself in the posi- tion of those w ' ho are to be affected by his acts. If he has a true sense of proportion, trifles will not vex him. He will see the value of honor, he will be considerate of the old and weak, and he will be courteous, sympathetic, and reverent. Reverence is, indeed, essential to culture. Every cultivated man should know the “Bible,” use its valuable teachings, and feel the influence of an unseen power in his life. Our minds are now like fertile soil. In them have been planted the seeds of true culture: The desire for greater freedom from enslaving habits, the ambition to at- tain a broader education, and the ideal of developing a true sense of proportion. May the soil yield an abundant harvest! Gardner Brown — 1921. NON EST YIVERE SED YALERE VITA Not merely to exist but to amount to something is life ! Every one agrees with us, Classmates, yet how few realize the full significance of our motto ! Like us, others are striving to rise above themselves, to amount to something in the truest sense. Yet what do we all mean by amount, to something ? Who sets the standard of true worth? Shall we strive to emulate the man who has reached a high social position in life, or the man who is a financial suc- cess? Is the man truly worth while, the genius who, through sudden inspiration, has rendered a great service to the world, or is he the earnest, . steady worker who does humble duties well ? Friends and Classmates, let us acknowledge our in- competence to judge one another. True worth can be estimated only by a personal test. We can not know how much time and effort a man’s seeming success has cost him. Of two men who have be- come presidents of equally important banks, one may have inherited his position, while the other was struggling through pov- erty and lack of education to attain his. Therefore, arbitrary standards of material accomplishments can not weigh true worth. Nor can we judge ourselves fairly, un- less we have developed lofty standards of judgment and are honest with ourselves. We must be as severe in condemning our own faults as we would be in condemning similar faults in others. If we do not deliberately close our eyes to the truth con- cerning ourselves, we can see it. Others may be deceived by appearances, but the truth concerning ourselves is ever at our command. In order to make our lives amount to something, we must depend upon ourselves and make the most of every opportunity, “For whatever success is, it won’t come your way Unless you keep coaxing it on, If you just leave off trying, you’ll wake up. one day To find that your chances have gone.” We must do our best on every occasion, whether we are cleaning streets or guiding a nation. We all know the story of Abraham Lin- coln. An ambitious clerk in a country store, he spent his few spare moments in study and finally became one of the most honored and beloved Presidents of the United States. Through his strength of character he gave the death blow to slavery, which threatened the cherished democrac y of our land. Florence Nightingale, founder of the Red Cross, is another who loved humanity. She dedicated her life to something worth while, to the glorious work of saving the lives of her fellow-men. Her memory is honored by all who know her noble work.

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The heroic Joan of Arc, likewise, sacri- ficed her most precious possession, her life, for her country, May these and other noble characters guide us in all we undertake and help to raise our standard of true worth. May we be inspired by their un- selfishness, thicw willingness to sacrifice everything for an ideal ! Every normal person has a chance to make something of his life, but to some Pate has been more kind than to others. We, for example, have a start in life which many do not have. We have a foundation on which to build, we have the elements of an education, and our path in life is not so rocky as it would otherwise be. Our high school education is a step in the direction of that wisdom for which we all aim and which can give us a broader and deeper understanding of true worth. “Happy is. the man that findeth wisdom And the man that getteth understanding, For the gaining of it is better than the gaining of silver, And the profit thereof, than fine gold. She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her, And happy is everyone that retaineth her.” We, the Class of 1921, shall never forget the great debt which we owe to our parents, to our School Committee, Superintendent, Principal, Teachers, and Friends, who have co-operated in giving us our education. In behalf of my Class I wish to express our most sincere thanks to one and all. Classmates, by making our lives amount to something, we can best repay those who have done so much for us. May we show our appreciation to them by keeping always in mind our class motto, “Non est Vivere sed Valere yita-” Hilda Scales — 1921. CLASS HISTORY I suppose to do up this thing in proper style, I should follow traditions and invoke the muse of history. I spent three-quarters of an hour looking for her, and I found that the name of the dame is Clio. Clio, who looks a great deal like Miss Caldwell when that young lady, in righteous wrath, demands from some naughty little boy, Hodgkins or Brown for instance, her beau- tiful vamp comb studded with diamonds from the Rhine — Clio bent and whispered in my ear. It seems that in the year of our Lord 191 , a certain Freshman class gathered beneath the roof of this gorgeous assembly hall. The class contained members from all the country side. There were some from that infinitesimal molecule, Rowley; some from Ipswich Village, one of our suburbs; and some from an outlying town called Hamilton. The first class meeting was held one rainy afternoon, and the vote for class President stood thus: Ilaj es 16, Hodgkins 11. There were 16 boys and 11 girls voting. If Clio is not mistaken that was the first year in which a certain gentleman told us that ‘ ‘ Dudge-ball hiss ferry gut for ze breesing. 1-2-3-4. ” It was in the Sophomore year that the bench first came into use as an instrument of torture. Here Clio winked at the other muses in a very unmuseful manner and asked me if I remembered who first occu- pied that bench. Me miserum! I should say I did remember who occupied that bench first. The spinal curvature hasn’t gone away yet. In the Junior year everybody burst into so-called music, and Captain Cross-bones was the result. Miss Martel was the charm- ing senora, and she fainted a most beautiful faint. It was a perfect parabola, and un- fortunately for those behind, who happened to be brother King and myself, it gathered speed as it went. Mr. Whipple says that a person merely standing still and holding up two tons does not do work, but 0 my, O my ! Then the curtain went up a second time with Mary still reclining in our arms. I’ll call on brother King to testify that he could not lift his arms for three days afterwards. However, Mary’s voice and gown made up for it. The end of the Junior year was marked for four or five of us by examinations in Beverly. All I can remember of that eventful period was the frightful indiges- tion caused by a hot-dog consumed in haste at Salem. Seems to me I do dimly remem- ber Sushelsky’s temporary loss of mind at Salem. It seems he did try to persuade the fair check lady at the hash house that he had eaten only 25 doughnuts: but she counted 32 holes, and so he lost. Hodgkins tried to get away without paying her at all, but that was a dismal failure.