Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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FOREWORD. (For Senior Section.) Now as we are about to graduate we realize what Manning High has meant to us. As freshmen we looked upon the seniors as lucky beings having many privileges, above all of finishing school that year. Take heed freshmen! As each year went by and we came nearer our last year, our comradeship became closer and our school dearer until now, when we have attained our purpose, we dread commencement week — our last week together at Manning. We have worked and studied but that is not all we have done. How many times have we been sent out of class? Played jokes on each other or the teach- ers? How many socials have we held? How many times have we been kept after school for doing things forbidden? We cannot count them. Who of us can forget the strike for one session, the County Fair, the Eng- lish Club Play, our Junior Prom, the Senior Play and ’its rehearsals, “Captain Crossbones,’’ the Winter Carnival, the great feeling of joy when we have beaten Manchester or Danvers, our Hallowe’en Party, the Kid Social and our commence- ment week. “ We are leaving. Others will take our places and do our work. School spirit will grow year by year. But may we always keep with us the Manning spirit — the spirit of fighting though beaten, of never being beaten for keeps, and of laughing at trouble — the spirit that wins. GIRLS’ ATHLETICS In Manning, girls’ athletics have not had much attention in the past years, but they are more and more coming to the front. We have not much chance for basket- ball in high school because of our lack of a gym, but it seems to me that base- ball would find a ready place with all the girls so that we might get a good team. Other schools have taken up girl’s athletics, and some are handicapped by lack of gyms as we are. High schools in the West are especially interested in athletics and the girls take an active part in them. They have gyms with every high. Why do we lack girls’ ath- letics in the East and let the West get ahead of us ? I think that if we, the girls of Man- ning, would take enough interest in ath- letics we should be sure to find someone in the faculty who would help us out to make a success of it, and I am sure that next year we can find that interest and that help so that we can get started with girls’ athletics in Manning. E. Peabody, ’24. 6

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A OL. IV IPSWICH, MASS., JUNE, 1Q23. NO. 3 STAFF Editor-in-Chief— Dorothy Shaw, ’23 Faculty Advisor— E. Margaret Allen Business Manager, Albert Spyut, ’23 Athletic Editor Burke, ’23 Exchange Editor — Evelyn Bamford, ’23 Alumni Editor — Roseltha Witham, ’23 Advertising Manager, Jonathan Hall, ’23 Assistant Advertising Managers George Porter, ’23 Wilmot Hall, ’24 McGregor, ’24 Harry Saunders, ’24 Jarvis Cartledge, ’24 Raymond Bowen, ’25 Literary Editors Edna Peabody, ’24 Madeline Chase, ’24 Eleanor Titcomb, ’24 Art Editor — Albert Spyut, ’23 Social Editor- Vera Blaisdell, ’24 Class Reporters Nancy Homans, ’23 Edmund Witham, ’25 Jarvis Cartledge, ’24 Mary Frazer, ’26 CONTENTS Editorial — ■ ..... Literary — ...... Graduation — ..... Class Celebrities What the Poets Think Class Members Who’s Who . . . . The Development of Aeronautics Woman’s Invasion Into Politics Valedictory “Carpe Diem” Class History . . . . Prophecy .... Girls’ Gifts .... Boys’ Gifts Class Will .... Social Notes Class Notes ..... Alumni ...... Athletics ...... Exchanges ..... Jokes 6 7 8 8 8 10 17 18 20 22 23 25 27 29 31 33 33 .35 36 40 41

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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