Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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CLASS CELEBRITIES Class Vote: — Prettiest Girl Best Looking Boy Most Popular Boy Most Popular Girl Clown Nut Baby Class Solon Class Musician Class Pest Class Man-Hater Class Author Rosamond Reilly Ross Whittier Seward Tyler Kathaleen Harrigan Walter Callahan John Clasby Wilfred Dunn Ruth Marr Nicholas Kalaboke Seward Tyler Bernice Narkun Hortense Jewett Dunn-Honorable Mention Class Woman-Hater None (all normal) Class Saint Class Artist Class Cook Class Vamp Class Sport Class Blusher Class Colors Mildred Mackinney Walter Callahan Charlotte Ames Alice Harris John Clasby Myrtle Sheehan Orange and White Class Buffer — Tie between Alcie Harris and Walter Callahan. Katherine Pearce — Honorable Mention. “Seward had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter ’ Walter Callahan — “Good at a fight, but better at a play Godlike in giving but the devil to pay.” John Clasby — “As headstrong as an allegory on the bank of the Nile.” Wilfred Dunn — “You write with ease to show your breeding But easy writing’s cussed hard read- ing.” Kathaleen Harrigan — “Of all the girls that e’er was seen There’s none so fine as ‘Happy’.” Alcie Harris — “Better late than never.” Dorothy Hills — “Type of the wise who soar, but never roam ; True to the kindred points of heaven and home.” Hortense Jewett — “Her glorious fan- cies come from far.” WHAT THE POETS THINK ABOUT THE SENIOR CLASS. “Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite and madden all around the land.” Charlotte Ames — Nicholas Kalaboke — “He was a veray parfit gentil knight.” Mildred Mackinney — “Is she not pass- ing fair?” Ruth Marr — “She moves a goddess and looks a queen.” Bernice Narkun — “Something be- tween a hindrance and a help.” 9

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to the blood-thirsty Huitzilipochtli. At this festival also, the king was to pick out a girl from the priestesses for sacri- fices to the god, in accordance with the old laws. The day of the festival came. All the city of Tollan was gathered at the great plaza. Itzacoatl was there, seated amidst all his court. There, also, was Tizoe, for Quetzitl was to dance. The statue of Huitzilipochtli stood on its altar at the head of the plaza, covered with wreaths. One by one the contests and dances passed. Finally came the dance of the priestesses. This dance was very beautiful for the priestesses were all very lovely young maidens, who carried long garlands of flowers. Of all these dancers the most beautiful and graceful was Quetzitl. Tizoe was very proud of her, so also were her father and mother. Then came the dreaded minute when some young priestess would be named as a sacrifice for Huitzilipochtli. Itza- coatl thought a moment, and then named Quetzitl. Quetzitl trembled and looked toward Tizoe for aid. Tizoe was very pale. However he went to his uncle, Itzacoatl, and begged him to re- lease Quetzitl, promising him many carvings. Xaltocam added his prayers. He pleaded and pleaded all to no pur- pose, although he offered necklaces, bracelets, brooches, and everything that he possessed to ransom his only daugh- ter. But Itzacoatl remained obdurate and Quetzitl was led forth toward the fatal altar. Tizoe, maddened by the choice, rushed to Quetzitl and tried to cut his way to the gate with her in his arms. At the command of Itzacoatl, they were seized and led back to the altar. At the vote of the populace they were married by the high priest of the cruel Huitzil ' po- chtli. Then the law demanded that they must both be sacrificed, Tizoe for in- terfering with a religious rite, and Quet- zitl because, the law read that all the immediate family of a condemned man must die with him. Therefore, Tizoe and Quetzil were sacrificed, and. as they fell on the altar, the eyes of the grim statue were seen to flash fire, and a cruel smile of enjoy- ment was visible on his stony lips. D. Shaw ’23 TOAST TO THE CLASS OF “22.” Let’s drink, oh happy classmates To days now passed by, When we all worked together In dear old Manning High. We’ll ne’er forget these friendships Made in these happy days, And now we’ve come to parting, To parting of the ways. There are mountains high before us, Who wish to climb the heights, The way is clear before us; No path was e’er so bright. The past now lies behind us, Ahead a clear white road, Knapsacks of knowledge shouldered, We assume Life’s burdening load. Take up the staff of a conqueror, Hopes high, the fight begin May God’s true spirit guide us And may the best man win. L’Inconnu 8

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Katherine Pearce — “But to see her was to love her Love but her, and love for ever.” Palmer Perley — “Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit a man, simplicity a child.” Rosamond Reilly — “As merry as the day is long.” Myrtle Sheehan — “The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door.” Beatrice Smith — “She had a face like a benediction.” Seward Tyler — “So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov’d on, with difficulty and labour he.” Esther Webber — “I hold you as a thing enskied and sainted.” Ross Whittier — “None but himself can be his parallel.” 10