Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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The Senior year has been full of events, -which, are so near to us that they can hardlye bbioallbd iftistory. Each member of MSeoatetgsidsasn ri«ei{(i (MO T hi ' if ot in ' . class Mn i fig) o o H ough feno f o We i dhghiln o jgalvefil )cl M« . ' to MybiMfiew feet! «§GfevitrsnMlgoitol 1 f $afr@f t0ry. He hlscmf vor ridymircte 1 ) ofuptftassktm dressing fob JiSe salad 1 t dfch e ' banquet . But Miss HaiesiIdays nb dH’ She wants Prussic Acid. Personally, we think corrosive sub- lojuaatd btildidieav yitasty. Miss Narkun hncLMass Bassotrsay they’d love the olives t t ’Bwrirlthiwhite lead, they’d look so pretty £. ' rf fo rr Miss Russell, and Hodgkins are now con- jufl atingn hmo, amare in all moods and Arises r v Miss Savory has been indulging in fishchg and has made several good catches. Mass ‘Scales and Miss Atkinson have been iuDeditating their orations, and Ralph has bsren meditating poetry, with occasional lapses ’ into deer-hunting. Witham and Whittier have been demonstrating that the South side can be defeated by the High Sfchbol nine times out of every ten. Miss BanrieiLHas finally decided to be J. P.- Mor- gans private secretary, and Miss Reddy ingoing to be Rockefeller’s. Miss Chapman i wohdering when the center of population will move out to Pine Swamp, and the Tfrwh Hall adorn Turkey Hill. But, alas, Clio thinks it is compromising to 1 be talking to a good-looking young man like me for such a long time, so I shall Have to slip her two bits, and make way for the Prophet. You have heard the past and present, now listen to the future. Howard Doughty — -1921. CLASS PROPHECY It was at the Pilgrim Tercentenary that this strange, weird message came to me. I had spent a jolly evening with some friends and had just returned to my room. Sud- denly an irresistible longing to see that far-famed Rock came to me. Slowly and captiously I started forth. I kept in the shadows and finally managed to creep past t-M guard. After much hard work, I en- tered the enclosure that held the Rock. ttelRo lfAvh n tt misty -cloud enveloped me. iLwtk ifftS this cloud I perceived fatoUttak dteW eldser. -With cMi£]ftf| 0 (t i rfphsy i ‘We re toy historical friends Columbus, Washington, Lincoln, and Roosevelt. They formed a ring around me. Then Columbus, tapping the edge of the Rock, called fdbmy atten- 9iH b a: slow chant all four repeated to- gether : “AhT We have come! We have come once more. Each year we come. The destiny of all good citizens is known to us. Come, brother (turning to me), come with us and we will show you your classmates as they will look fifteen years hence.” I felt that I w r as moving through space and I knew that the journey had started. Suddenly we stopped in front of a massive brick mansion. Columbus pointed to it and slowly began to speak. “Anna has defied the armorous glances of many suitors and is now tutoring for that wealthy family. She is doomed to be an old ma — er — an elderly spinster the rest of her life.” We started on again, but Columbus con- tinued to speak : “Tall, vamping, dancing Ardace is still vamping and breaking the hearts of her countless followers. ’ ’ There was a pause. Suddenly Columbus pointed into the distance. There I could see a pretty, vine-covered bungalow, On the porch sat Catherine Caldwell, feeding tiny chickens tfet v£re manning about her. She had a smile on her face and I knew she was ‘happy, t was aroused once more by Columbus: t ‘ Fred it still putting tacks in chairs. He is a chair repairer.” Silence followed this assertion. Ahead of us lay the National Capital. Peeping through a window, I saw a mammoth re- ception in progress. I turned for an ex- planation. “Emma’s father is now a national Sena- tor and Emma is a Washington belle.” I looked once more and in a corner stood Emma in a fancy evening gown. She was easily the prettiest girl there. Washington took up the tale as we moved northward. “Gardner starred in the dramatic club at college. He is now acting for the Rowley Film Corporation. He is sure of success. Gertrude Chapman is now employed by a large business house as a stenographer and typist.” Just as he told me this last piece of news we reached New York City. After moving down the main thoroughfare for a short time we reached a large university. There

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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.

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I saw Gerald Houghton. His hear was disheveled and he looked very excited. Washington explained : “Illustrious Gerald is hailed the world over as a second Einstein. He is doing the impossible.” We entered a first-class dining room on exclusive Fifth Avenue. A waitress came to take our order. It was Esther Bisson! She failed to recognize me and I was glad. Esther was a waitress ! Shortly after, we left the dining room. As we walked slowly down the avenue, we passed a fashion shop. Looking at the door I saw the names Scales Atkinson, and within I saw two of my former classmates, busily engaged in selling finery to the exclusive set of New York. We started forth again and took a train for Boston. After we were comfortably seated, I saw a newspaper in the hands of an elderly gentleman ahead of me. My curiosity was awakened. I glanced over his shoulder at the comic sheet and read the author ’s name. It was Lawrence King. “Yes, he is known as the second ‘Bud’ Fisher,” said Washington as he touched me with his elbow. Lincoln interrupted here. “You remember Howard Doughty? He is keeping up the reputation of Ipswich. He is engaged in the clam-digging busi- ness. ’ ’• At this moment a tall, stately lady en- tered, followed by seven children. Lincoln spoke again. “Ruby’s lack of faithfulness to you was shown in the mock trial. She is now selling tickets at the Ipswich Opera House.” Roosevelt interrupted, “Billy Hayes has changed. He is now a pious, reverend priest. His new name is Cardinal Hayes.” Again I felt myself moving through space. Washington’s voice came o me, “There are still two others we haven’t visited, but it is too late now. On Green Street, Ipswich, Muriel is practicing elocu- tion, with Richard as an attentive audi- ence.” The cloud cleared away and the figures began to disappear. I called but they were gone and I was alone on Plymouth Rock. Richard H. Ralph — 1921. PRESENTATION OF GIFTS TO GIRLS One warm, sultry day recently, I fell asleep, completely overcome by the difficul- ties presented in Milton’s “Lycidas. ” My slumbers were by no means peaceful and unbroken, as those of an innocent child should be. The duty of finding suitable gifts for the young ladies of my class had been, for some time, oppressing my mind and troubling my slumbers. Burke, Shakespeare, and Johnson, likewise, haunted my dream. On this particular occasion, Burke ap- peared first and addressed me in his broad Irish brogue. I shrank back in awe, as I always do at the mere mention of his name, but I listened with respect. “Richard, my boy,” he said, “since you have devoted so much of your valuable time to a thorough study of my works, I feel it my duty to help you. Since you are to present gifts to the young ladies of your class, the first question is what those gifts should be. Therefore, for Miss Earley, with all due respect to her, I suggest this cabbage. I do this, because in the mock tr’ Q: he was sentenced, I am informed, to cook for the rest of her life, boiled dinners for her deserting husband. To Miss Sav- ory these fortune telling cards may be ac- ceptable. To Miss Narkun, Miss Haley, and Miss Scotton, I think these jitneys should be given, in order that their daily trips from Rowley may be made easier. For Miss Russell I have this hoe. I under- stand that she is interested in farmeretting, and doubtless she will be able to make good use of this little tool. Gradually Burke faded away, and John- son’s huge form came rolling into view. Again I shrank back, but I gave him my respectful attention. “For Miss Reddy,” he began, “ I have this dog. May it be a reminder of the happy hours she spent with the ‘beast’ when she was ‘beauty’ at the County Fair. To Miss Martel this contract to sing for five years in the ‘Rowley Grand Opera’ may prove acceptable. To Miss Chapman I suggest that you give this recommenda- tion for a busniess position.” Next came Shakespeare, dismissing John- son with a ‘ ‘ Hence ! Home, ye idle crea- ture, get ye home ! ’ ’ For Miss Scales and Miss Atkinson, at his suggestion, I selected these chains which symbolize the bond of