Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Class Characters: Class Vote: — Class Athlete Best Looking Boy Most Popular Girl Prettiest Girl Most Popular Boy Class Clown Class Nut Class Baby Class Solon Class Musician Class Pest Class Man-Hater Class Saint Class Artist Class Author Class Woman-Hater Class Vamp Class Sport Class Blusher Class Bluffer Class Wit Class Cook Class Slang Slinger Class Flower Class Colors Class Mascot Leo Dondero William Burke Nancy Homans Ruth Brown James Burke Albert Spyut Jonathan Hall Hollis Hamilton Dorothy Shaw Julius Bean Albert Spyut Dorothy Shaw Anita Daniels Jonathan Hall Nancy Homans Robert Kent Nancy Homans Elsie Marr Paul Raupach James Burke Roseltha Witham Ruth Gilday Beatrice Tufts Evelyn Bamford Yellow Rose Lavender and Gold Ape WHAT THE POETS THINK ABOUT THE CLASS OF 1923. Evelyn Bamford — ' ‘0, w ad some Power the giftie gie us to see oursels as ithers see us” Julius Bean — “A merrier man Within the limits of becoming mirth I never spent an hour’s talk withal.” Ruth Brown — “A form more fair, a face more sweet Ne’er hath it been my lot to meet.” Helen Bruce — “Think me not unkind and rude.” James Burke — “For if he will, he will, you may depend on’t And if he won’t, he won’t so there’s an end on’t”. William Burke — “Thy friendly and jovial face gleams round and red as the harvest moon.” Bernice Connor — “Brows saintly calm and lips devout Knew every change of scowl and pout.” Anita Daniels — “She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought.” 8

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“ ’Tis the Middle of the Night by the Castle Clock.” “ Tis the middle of the night by the Castle Clock” and the echo of each stroke gives to the weird scene an evil note. The great old Norman castle with its square battlements and towers looms black against a pale moonlit sky across which ragged wisps of clouds are driven by a rising wind, which whistles weirdly through large clumps of cypress trees surrounding the castle. Huge black masses piling up in the west and distant rumbles of thunder give promise of the close approach of a storm. The castle sleeps — every window is black — but wait ! in the long French door leading onto the terrace appears a flickering light. It is extinguished for a moment and appears again for a in- stant before it once more disappears. The door is flung open and a dim white figure glides swiftly across the terrace, down a short flight of stone steps into the dim recesses of the gar- den. A gasp — and then the jagged flash of lightning reveals a young girl in flowing white draperies, clasping in her lily white hands two small objects, while a look of joy and relief crosses her beautiful features framed in masses of blond curls. Only for a breathless moment does she stand thus and then she whirls and with a bound reaches the terrace and the welcome of the open door. Not a moment too soon for, as if waiting only until she is safe inside, the clouds seem to empty themselves in the first wild moments of the tempest. But, safe within the shelter of the castle hall the flapper daughter of the family still clasps in her lily white hands her treasured lip-stick and rouge, — safe from the seizure of her father, who would surely have seen them on the garden bench during his early morning walk next day. Nancy Homans ’23 7

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Leo Dondero — “Short of stature he was, but strongly built and athletic, Broad in the shoulders, deep-chested, with muscles and sinews of iron.” Ruth Gilday — “Of lively look all griefe for to repell with right good grace.” Phyllis Girard — “Those happy smiles That played on her ripe lip.” Jonathan Hall — “Sand home my long stray’d eyes to me Which oh ! too long have dwelt on thee.” Arnold Hamilton — “For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every art.” Hollis Hamilton — “He speaketh not; and yet there lies A conversation in his eyes.” Nancy Homans — “Soul of the age ! Th’ applause! delight! the wonder of our stage.” Robert Kent — “Who would be rather a great monster than a well proportioned man.” Elsie Manzer — “Art thou pale for weariness?” Elsie Marr — “Skilled in the ogle of a roguish eye.” Olive Pace — “Her eyes as stars of twilight fair Like twilight too, her dusky hair.” George Porter — “Of his stature he was of even length. And wonderly deliver and great of strength.” Paul Raupach — “When you have nothing to say, speak with silent eloquence.” Helen Rogers — “Still to be neat, still to be drest As you were going to a feast. Still to be powdered, still perfum’d.” Catherine Ryan — “Who laughs to scorn the wisdom of the schools And thinks the first of poets the first of fools.” Dorothy Shaw — “In the chimney of memory regard me as a brick.” Albert Spyut — “Fair haired, pure eyed, with delicate complexion. Having the dew of his youth and beauty thereof.” Beatrice Tufts — “A woman tropical, intense In thought and act, in soul and sense. She blended in a like degree The vixen and the devotee.” Roseltha Witham — “Fair was she to behold That maid of eighteen summers.” Althea Whittier — “A mistress moderately fair And good as guardian angels are.” 9