Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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ed to break up the whole performance by making up such peculiar faces that the other players were too convulsed to con- tinue. Then, ' too, he was so innocent himself that it was long before the blame for the disturbance was finally fixed where it rightfully belonged. Most of the boys of the class took the opportunity extended to them by the Ro- tary Club and went on the trip to Bos- ton. All of them got home safe and sound although one of the cars in which ;;ome of our boys were riding did get mixed up in a funeral and threatened to break up the whole procession. The girls also enjoyed a trip to Boston under the auspices of the Rotary Club members’ wives. We hear that a more elaborate lunch was prepared for them on the ground that girls always eat a great deal more than boys, which is no doubt true. The parade of that week is worthy of mention because it is the only occasion on record on which Gould was so weighted down with the seriousne ss ' of his position as military leader that he forgot to smile. During this year there has been an epidemic of bobbed hair and mumps from which even dignified seniors have not been immune. We are hardly pre- pared at this time to state which is the more conducive to good looks. For the latter part of the year prepar- ations for graduation and class day have occupied most of our time and attention. During a few bright sunny days on the first of the month, we all repaired to the front lawn and had our pictures tak- en for “The Tiger.” When you gaze at our likenesses on the pages of that well known publication, we hope you will be reminded of the cost and sacrifice which made those pictures possible, for we hear that Gould’s camera has been out of commission ever since. The preparations now, however, are complete and we are looking foi ' ward to receiving tomorrow evening the reward of our four year’s labors. The last page of our history will not be written until Saturday evening when we are anticipating a good time on the occa- sion on which we meet together as a class for the last time. Our past history, however, has indeed been a happy one, and I am wishing a happy future to the class of 1924 and to all succeeding classes. ANGELO MINICHIELLO. GIFTS TO GIRLS Last evening I sat up late trying to think of some gifts that I might give to the girls of 1924. No inspirations came to me. I was just about to collect my papers and retire when suddenly before me there appeared a figure, indistinct at first, but oon it became clearer. I could see that it was a man carrying a bundle, but I did not recognize him. Al- most immediately, however, he spoke and in a deep voice said, “I am Mephisto, the god of the lower world. As I heard that you were troubled about some of my fu- ture subjects, I have come to help you.” He stopped for a moment and then went on. “This megaphone give to Mar- garet Hawksworth so that in the future she may have the joy of being heard the first time that she says anything. “To Davida Perley I want you to give this Laboratory Guide in order that fu- ture hours spent in the laboratory may be more impiring. “As you know. Hazel Smith is always fk rgetting things. You remember how she was always writing thousands of spelling words because he forgot she had any. Give her this memorandum to lengthen her memory. She’ll . need one out in the big cold world. “I am sure that this fan will aid Zella Zuoski in flirting with a certain male member of the class and also in hiding her blushes. “Here is a pair of scissors given as a souvenir and reward by the United Bar- bers’ Association to the person who does the mose to help barbers, and as Made- line Chase started the bobbed hair craze in your class, I think that she should have them. -23

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After a few days we called a class meet- ing- to order and in this meeting we elec- ted our class officers which were as fol- lows: President Jarvis Cartledge; Vice President, Margaret Hunt; Secretary, Madeline Chase; Treasurer; Eleanor Tit- comb. We also chose a social committee. Upon the decision of this committee all our social activities of that year were held in conjunction with the class of 1923. The girls of the class were especially ac- tive and- at one of the socials they pre- sented a play entitled “A Pan of Fudge. ' ’ Although Miss Harrigan insisted upon say- ing “errawneous” for erronous and al- though the youthful actors, in their zeal, nearly set the school house on fire when they tipped over the chafing dish, the play was quite a success. Also well do I remember the day when Henley, a former member of our class, was sent to the mourners’ bench to look up, in a ponderous Bible supported on an umibrella rack, all references to the devil and his abode. The results of this re- search, I understand, are still treasured by one memiber of the faculty. Our freshman year passed before we hardly realized it, and the majority of us were ready to become sophomores. If one had passed through the lower hall in our sophomore year, he would have at any time seen one or more sopho- mores seated there,. The reason was evident, for although we were under the stern but kind hand of Miss Whittemore, the double seats offered an excellent temptation to whisper. Our class officers for this year were: President, George Bean; Vice President, Jarvis Cartledge; Secretary, Alice Scott; and Treasurer, Elwyn McCarthy. However , except for a very few so- cials held with the class of 1925 our so- phomore year was quite uneventful and we were soon prepared to be upper class- men. At last we were upper classmen. As in the preceding years we called a class meeting to order and chose our class offi- cers as follows: President, Clarence Gould; Vice President, Edna Peabody; Secre- tary, Madeline Chase; and Treasurer, Alice Scott. We also chose a social com- mittee. Of course the most important event of that year was the “prom,” an event in which we were very successful financially and otherwise. After a hot argument and many threats, mostly from Raymond Callahan, we chose suitable class rings. Regarding our lesser social activities; the most interesting was a kid social held with the class of 1923. It really was surprising to learn how many kids we had in school. Among the many good representations I must say that Cart- ledge, alias Cecil, garbed in his pictur- esque Buster Brown suit was one of the best. It was also during this year that it first became noticeable how popular the girls were in our class. Room II was the center of attraction, if not the center of gravity, for the majority of the male population in the school. Finally the day came when we could call ourselves seniors. The preceding three years looked like very short ones now. For the fourth and last time we called a class meeting to order for the purpose of choosing class officers and a social committee. Our class officers were: President, Jarvis Cartledge; Vice President, Edna Peabody; Secretary, Dorothy Harrigan; and Treasurer, An- toinette Burns. Our social activities of this year, how- ever were not extended beyond our own class. We were well repesented in athletics this year, having six men out of eleven in the football team, three men out of nine on the baseball team, and the best runner together with two other good runners on the track team. Certainly it must not go unsaid that the most important event of this year was our class play. This play was a great success. For one thing it showed how the human eye can be deceived, for the demure ipiss in the first part of the play was none other than our most hon- orable president. Bud Cartledge. He was anything but demure in the rehear- sals, however, for it was he who threaten- 22

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“To Antoinette Burns and Violet Lev- esque, both of diminutive stature, pre- sent these stilts so that they may come up with the rest of the world. “Give this speedometer to Lillian Brown so that she may be furnished with a check that will prevent her exceeding: the speed limit when typewriting. “Alice Scott, who so ably managed the candy store at school, promote to thd management of this store. “Vera Blaisdell, so I hear, is always boiTOwing someone else’s powder puff. Give this one to her so that she may dis- continue this annoying and unsanitary practice. Incidentally, it may help her to maintain her reputation for good looks. “Evelyn Webber, I understand, is go- ing to follow a musical career. I’m sure that this pitch pipe will be of ser- vice. “This pillow give to Edna Peabody. It is to be taken on all skiing trips and used when necessary. “To Dorothy Harrigan, who, as you know, has the pernicious habit of get- ting very much excited about trifles, give this bottle of soothing syrup. “To Vera Morong throw this ball and see if she can catch it as easily as she did the “mumps,” concluded Mephisto. Before I had time to thank him, he had disappeared, and I was left alone with my papers WILMOT HALL. CLASS GIFTS TO BOYS Several days ago I was invited by one of my friends to go to Ellis Island. While I was there I saw many people; some from Russia, France, Spain and Italy. I talked with manv of them in their native tongue because they couldn’t speak Eng. lish. They told me that they were all waiting to be examined so that they might enter the “land of promise.” None of them seemed to realize that they might be sent back to their native land because the quota from their country was filled. After talking with several men and women, I came to a woman with a shawl around her head. Her face was wrinkled with age. She told me that she had come from Russia and that she had several sons and a daughter here and had come to America three times to visit them, but each time had been turned back because the quota was filled. After telling me about the life she had lived in Russia, she said, “Now, my dear, I have told you my tiouDles. You must have some. Won’t you tell me yours?” I told her that my greatest trouble was the task of finding suitable gifts for the boys of the graduating class. She told me to name the boys, and that by her motions I might be able to get some idea of an appropriate gift for each boy. First I named Jarvis Cartledge. After a few seconds she began to smooth her hair with her hand like this. I thought she wanted me to give him a wig to remind him of the Senior play, but no, she kept rubbing harder and harder. Suddenly a new idea came to me and I saw Cartledge trying but in vain, to keep his hair smooth; so for you, Cartledge, I have this bottle of slikum that you may never be troubled again by those unmanageable locks. I named Raymond Callahan second. Without a minute’s hesitation she began, to make a noise as though she were try- ing to cough. It reminded me of the cough Callahan had contracted during the freshman year and which still effects him seriously at times. Callahan, I pity a boy who has the same cough for four years and I am going to give you a bottle of cough medicine SO that you may never be troubled in the future with your cough. When I named Harry Saunders, the woman began to act as though she were sprinkling something on her head and vigorously rubbing it in. I wondered what she meant, but after a while it came to me that I had heard Edna say that she liked brunettes better than blonds, so for you, Saunders, I have this bottle of hair dye. This was all the time the woman had, foi she was called by one of the officers to be examined. For the rest I had to fall 24