Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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many wandering freshmen were seized and deposited on the ledge under the window by the candy room and the win- dow locked. Several were rescued by Mr. Marston, but they dared not tell which upper classman put them there. Other poor freshmen were locked in the ventilators where only a great com- motion on their part would bring Mr. Marston to the rescue. Oh ! we vowed vengeance on the upper classmen for .;those deeds, but when ever the opportunity came for re- venge, most of us had an important en- gagement in some other part of the building. Our freshman year was the last year with Mr. Marston as principal, but in that one short year we learned to know him very well. I believe it was only the third day of the term that Miss Shaw, Miss Kimball, Spyut and myself were extended a cordial invitation to visit the office at 3.30. Of course, we hadn ' t done anything, it was merely Mr. Mars- ton’s manner of getting acquainted. Ours was a class with such celebrities as Bean, then a budding violinist with a big brother in the upper class to tell Juls just how little he knew. Of course he wouldn’t think of hitting his big brother. The famous strike of the Manning High pupils was staged in November of our freshman year. Although it was unsuccessful, we got our names in the paper. Following the strike came the great play “Captain Crossbones”, and Mr. Tozer gave us an added compliment when he picked most of his pirates from our class. Hall never forgot his ex- perience as pirate and is seriously con- templating taking up the profession after graduation. This year also saw the beginning of class games in ath- letics, a custom that has continued ever since. In our sophomore year we moved into Miss Whittemore’s room where the seats were close together, and you can imagine the result. It was not uncom- mon to see the bench filled entirely with sophomores. Class socials became prominent and many were those held in conjunction with the freshmen. The most important event of our junior year was of course the “Prom”. It was a big success, the net proceeds amounting to $110, which was divided between Porter and myself until we could give it to the class treasurer. Forty dollars was immediately turned over to the treasurer, but the other seventy dollars was almost lost. I had the forty dollars of course. Possibly Porter was thinking of starting a jitney line between Ipswich and Rowley. Our junior class was prominent in athletics having seven of the eleven on the football team and four out of six on the hockey team. Our senior year has been the greatest of all. We held a soviet government meeting and elected J. Burke, president ; Miss Shaw, vice-president ; Miss Brown, secretary and Miss Daniels, treasurer. Of course the senior play was the biggest thing of the year. After several collisions with Hall, Miss Homans de- cided that Johnny had not reached a stage of civilization as advanced as even that of pirate but more nearly resembled a cave man. Nancy should have had shock absorbers. All in all the senior year has been one we shall never forget and we sincerely hope that the next senior class will ap- preciate as much as we have what it means to be a senior and to have been associated for four years with Manning High. William Burke 24

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tunity which presented itself to them. Edward Bok, ex-editor of the “Ladies’ Home Journal” and one of America’s most prominent men, came to. this country with his family, when a boy. Bok went to school for a short time, but as the cost of the family living was raised, he left school and went to work. He took every opportunity to educate himself and to learn everything con- nected with his work in any way. He made his employers notice him, and they, seeing how he tried to progress, helped him to advance until he finally reached the top. Bok was always look- ing for chances to make money outside of his regular work. He noticed that the horse cars, which ran a long dis- tance, were crowded with passengers, hot and dusty, on Saturdays and holi- days. The car stopped in front of Bok’s home, and the conductor went to get a cool drink at the drug store while the passengers remained in the car. Bok filled a pail with cold water, hung some cups on the edge, and went through the car selling it to the passengers. Other boys in the neighborhood had the same opportunity but they did not take it un- til Bok led the way. Bok was then compelled to sell lemonade at a slightly higher price to secure a monopoly. Andrew Carnegie started as a bobbin boy at a salary of one dollar and twenty cents a week. When ha came to America from Scotland, he became a messenger boy for the Ohio telegraph company. By taking every opportunity offered him he rapidly rose until during the Civil War he superintended many of the government railroads and telegraph lines. He kept on rising and finally founded many steel works. Washington’s success as a general was due in a great part to the use he made of his opportunities. As an ex- ample of this — he was driven across the Delaware by the British and re- mained encamped there for some time, waiting to cross again. The Hessian troops were merrymaking on Christmas day. Washington led his men across the river and captured the surprised Hessians. Thus, in business, in life, and in all things, we must seize our opportunities or fail, for, as Shakespeare says: “There is a tide in the affairs of men. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to Fortune, Omitted, all the voyage of their life, Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves Or lose our ventures.” We, the class of 1923, wish to thank our parents, school committee, and superintendent for helping us gain our education; our teachers for the hours they spent working with us; our prin- cipal for his wise advice and never fail- ing sympathy and kindness. Classmates: during our four years at Manning High, we have worked, played, and studied together. To-night we part, some of us to continue our studies in different schools and colleges, and the rest to take positions in the business world, but wherever we go let us live up to our motto — Seize the op- portunity! “Carpe diem!” Dorothy Shaw CLASS HISTORY September 4, 1919 there was great re- joicing in Manning High, for the most promising graduating class of the Win- throp School were about to become Man- ning High Freshmen. Yes, so we thought, but it remained for the sophomores and juniors to lessen that feeling of importance. Many, 23

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PHOPHECY This afternoon, among my assembled classmates and friends, I wish to re- late to you a strange and disturbing ex- perience that came to me one afternoon last May. Suffering from an acute attack of s::ring fever, I had taken the afternoon from my lessons to wander in the cool dim shadows of the wood. With my volume of Milton and a box of choco- lates I was reclining on a grassy bank in the very heart of the wood, alter- nately reading passages of Comus and idly thinking of the future careers of my classmates. I closed my eyes and tried to conjure up visions of each one doing his or her chosen work and, find- ing all unsatisfactory, turned again to my Comus. The drowsiness of the afternoon soon overcame me and I tossed aside my book to lie thinking of the strange power of Comus to change unwary individuals into brute forms and then of changes in general. I languidly reached for an- other piece of candy and to my be- wilderment found that the box had dis- appeared and that the trees were gradually receding. I closed my eyes in horror and when I opened them again I found myself in the corridor of an office building standing directly oprosite a door on which appeared the inscription in neat black letters, “Helen Rogers, Mfg. of Wigs and Toupees”. I opened the door softly, and my ears were deafened by the rattle of hundreds of typewriters. Seated comfortably be- fore a huge desk just inside the door of this immense office sat my old school friend “Midget” but so changed. Her eyes were almost hidden behind huge shell glasses and her hair was done in an elaborate style, which made me suspect Midget of wearing one of her own wigs. Having accepted her invitation to sit down, we were soon deep in thoughts of by-gone days. To my surprise I learned that one of Helen’s best cus- tomers was Dot Shaw who was operat- ing a beauty shop in New York. I re- membered that Dot had been rather against the use of cosmetics during high school days, but since Evelyn Bamford, her old chum had accepted a position in the Metropolitan Opera Company, her aversion to rouge and powder had taken a change for the better. As I sat there musing over this strange news, my surroundings grew dim before my eyes and in a flash I found myself walking upon a beach overhung with palm trees. Beneath the largest of these sat a group of dark skinned men and women playing ukeleles and singing “On the Beach at Waikiki”. Suddenly my eyes were attracted to a blond girl wiggling and whirling in the mazes of the hula hula. Drawing nearer in my excitement, almost col- lapsed as I recognized the girl to be “Bea” Tufts. Habit had evidently played a large part in her life for I saw that just as in dear old Manning High days she was accompanied by a (Weagle) wiggle. Suddenly everything faded from my view, and as the air became clearer I saw to my surprise that I was sitting in the newspaper room of a huge library. Before me on the table lay a copy of the “Boston Post” and, glad to see some- thing familiar, I picked it up. The first thing that met my eyes was an an- nouncement reading like this — “Begin- ning today until further notice James Burke will take over the column, ‘Talks on Love and Sentiment’ formerly written by Mildred Champagne.” “A column a day will be easy for Jimmie,” I reflected, “ a ‘Page’ used to be his limit.” Just as I was going to lay down 25