Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Miss Damon asking when we should eat. After lunch Miss Harris and Miss Smith tried to get out without paying their checks, but a stout ugly looking Chinaman stepped up and barred the exit quite effectually. Miss Marr nearly got lost in the laby- rinthine mazes of the secret stairway in the House of Seven Gables and Miss Damon was about to send in an emer- gency call for the Salem Police Depart- ment when we heard a welcome and familiar voice from the top of the chim- ney. “Hurry, it’s nearly six o’clock. We’ll miss our train and I’ll never be able to get my studying done.” We knew then that our lost was found. On the whole our past history has been a happy one and I’m sure our friends join me in wishing each mem- ber of the class a happy future. Kathaleen Harrigan. PRESENTATION OF GIRLS’ GIFTS Teachers, friends, and fellow stu- dents : I have before me a very perilous task, a task which must be done each year on class day, that of, we might say, displeasing the girls, for no one likes to be made fun of. Yet I do not feel that any will hold a grudge against me, for they are such jolly good sports, dgn’t you know. The first girl to whom I shall give a present is Miss Charlotte Ames. In choosing her present I tried to get some- thing that would be useful in the future. We all know that Miss Ames slides into her seat one half second before the tardy bell rings, puffing like a steam engine. This present ought to help get her to her place of duty on time in the future. (Small aeroplane.) The second is Miss Ruth Marr, elected unanimously the wise bird of the class. She may be wise but here is something which will hold her spell bound. (Dic- tionary.) The third is Miss Rosamond Reilly, elected the prettiest girl in the class. I shall give h er a modern fountain of youth, quite appropriate for a pretty girl. (Vanity case.) The fourth is Miss Dorothy Hills. This present is designed to make Miss Hills sharp in shorthand. Dose: One tack in a little water after each meal. (Box of tacks.) The fifth is Miss Esther Webber, the great piano player of the class. The best I could get for her was a piece of music, but listen to the name, “When I wait on the corner for Freddie.” The sixth is Miss Mildred Mackinney, the class angel. Here is something very appropriate for an angel, a small pair of wings which may be discarded when her own have acquired their full growth. The seventh is Miss Katherine Pierce. She is sweet and good so I must give her something for a re-Ward, a “Nicholl.” The eighth is Miss Bernice Narkun. Since Miss Narkun made such a hit with white hair in the senior play, I think she should always have becoming snowy locks. This barrel of flour will enable her to look impressive and beautiful from now on. The ninth is Miss Catherine Ryan. As she is usually laughing I will give her something that will tickle her to death. (Feather.) The tenth is Miss Myrtle Sheehan, the class blusher. See her blush now. That she may retain her rosy complex- ion, that her blush may never fade, I have chosen for her a box of vermilion colored rouge. Apply freely when nec- essary. Miss Alcie Harris is the eleventh. She is also the class vamp.” Now as “vamps” like to see themselves reflected, 25

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material never burns.” And well do I remember the numer- ous occasions on which Miss Narkun, who perhaps was burdened with a few pounds more of avoirdupois than the rest of us, expressed her desire that the town install elevators in the school, that the pupils might accomplish the journey between Room I and the hall with less expenditure of time and effort. It wasn’t Mr. Marston’s fault if the day wasn’t well begun for he always greeted us in the morning with “Good day for work girls and boys; concen- trate, and you will succeed,” even though it was raining pitchforks outside or though the mercury registered ninety in the shade. We had no class dues to pay that year and the socials were few and far between. In our sophomore year we shone both dramatically and musically. We ga e “The Merchant of Venice” in the hall, under the direction of Mrs. Cushman, and, in spite of the fact that Tyler got the lines considerably twisted saying, “the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with plaster,” instead of “the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of brigh L gold,” and Perley got the sign on his sleeve upside down so that it could not be read, the seniors said it was a comedv worth seeing. Our class had been di- vided that year and unfortunately for the commercial division, or for Perley, the latter was the only boy in Division I. Miss Mann was in charge of the col- lege division and Miss Ferguson of the Commercial. At the end of our sopho- more year Mr. Marston left, much to the sorrow of everyone in school, but we were pleased to see Mr. Wh ' pole sitting in the principal’s office at the be- ginning of our next year. In our Junior year we awoke to the fact that we were upper classmen and the seniors to our surprise welcomed us as such, and we realized as we had never before that they were just human be- ings like ourselves. We had a very suc- cessful “prom” financially and other- wise. Class dues were paid promptly at which you will not wonder when you are told that Ruth Marr was the treas- urer. Miss Blodgett certainly proved to be a wonderful home room teacher as she was always ready to give a helping hand in all our school activities. As for athletics we could not have been better, and at hockey we were always the win- ners. Alas, our senior year reached, our highest ambition, and the four years seem now like very short ones. Miss Allen has been our home room teacher, and she will agree with me when I say that we have had a year never to be for- gotten. We opened the year with a class meeting to elect officers. Whittier was chosen President, Kathaleen Harrigan Vice-President, Ruth Marr Treasurer, and Bernice Narkun Secretary. Our Senior Play was given on the 27th of January and it was in every way a com- plete success with the exception of a serious omission, due to a most becom- ing modesty on Callahan’s part, in not letting his charming costume be seen longer by the audience. Our presiden thas been very busy calling class meetings and one almost ended in a “free for all.” Mr. Tyler wanted a rose for the class flower, and Miss Marr a daisy. A daisy was finally chosen much to Tyler’s disgust. Evi- dently he does not sympathize with Wordsworth’s similes regarding the “unassuming Common-place.” The Commercial division spent a day in visiting the educational districts of Salem. The first object of interest was the Superior court which was in session from 10 A. M. to 1 P. M., during which time Miss Smith wrote continually to 24

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nere is a present for reflection. (Mir- ror.) The twelfth is Miss Phoebe Plortense Jewett. I shall give her something for her Porter to carry around for her. (Small trunk.) fflffl The thirteenth is Miss Beatrice Smith. Realizing the propensity of Beas (bees) for collecting sweets and their fondness lor the same, I have secured for her something sweet. (A bar of chocolate.) The last is the most popular girl in he class, I might add the noisiest. We should all like to see such a popular girl make a great success. I shall give her a present that should greatly assist her n making a rattling success. (Small pair of dice.) John Clasby. PRESENTATION OF BOYS’ GIFTS Gifts that have been given to the boys of graduating classes in former years nave been obtained in many strange ways, through the inspiration of poets, historians, explorers, and even birds and animals, but I am sure you will agree with me, that the gifts to the boys of 1922 came to them in a very peculiar way. One morning about three weeks be- tore the close of school, I went down to che Chemistry laboratory to make up some experiments that I had lost. On my bench I found a small bottle marked M. H. S., and filled with an orange and white powder. Although I hunted all through my Chemistry book I could not find out what M. H. S. stood for. I picked up the bottle to examine the contents, when lo ! on my bench I found a tiny orange and white booklet. Being naturally a very curious person, I im- mediately opened the booklet to see what it contained, and to my surprise I found it to be a Chemistry Manual, con- taining one experiment, “The Prepara- tion and Properites of an Unknown Sub- stance.” Upon looking it over I found written in a small cramped hand, “For a Senior Girl Only.” What could all this mean? Uncertain whether or not I should try this experiment, I finally decided to do so and to see what would happen. The experiment called for a glass bot- tle, 25 cc of M. H. S. and 25 cc of water. The preparation of the substance was very simple: M. H. S. is put into a bottle, and the water is poured over it. I did this and as soon as the water came in contact with the powder, a dense cloud of white smoke filled the room. Bewildered I stood gazing at the smoke as it disappeared, and I was finally brought to my senses by a small squeaky voice shouting, “Hey you, wake up.” I looked around the room to see where the voice came from, but there was no human being in sight. I even went to the door to see if some one was trying to frighten me, but no, there was not a person around. I returned to my bench and stood listening in order that I might hear the mysterious voice if it spoke, when I felt something tugging at the sleeve of my dress. I looked down on my bench, and there, perched on the edge of the bottle was a little wizened up old man, clad in an orange coat and white breeches, and shaking with laugh- ter. When he saw that I was looking at him, he stopped laughing and said, “Good morning, don’t you think I’m a nice young man?” Without giving me a chance to reply he continued in his squeaky voice, “I suppose you are won- dering who I am. Keep quiet for a few minutes and I’ll tell you. Well, I’m the kind old benefactor of the Class of 1922. I’ ve helped your class since it came to this high school, and I know every boy and girl in your class better than he 26