Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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CLASS PROPHECY back on my own resources. We all know that Minichiello lives at Rices’ where things are rather slow. For him, therefore, I have this giant fire cracker SO that he can make things hum. For Charles Denningham I bought this little dictionary. Charlie uses such long words that I thought he might some day swallow a dictionary, and if he did, he might choke if he tried to swallow a large one. I therefore bought him one that would digest easily. Gould’s passions for women are, like Poe’s, intense but fleeting. Just at pres- ent, however, I think a compass would prevent him from getting lost when com- ing home late at night from Linebrook. We all read in the “Tiger” about Bo- kron’s winning a marathon. The reason for this, it was said, was that he was sur- prised by a fierce dog. If this method proves effective in one case, it ought to prove so in another; so for you Fannon I have this fierce dog that you may up- hold the seniors standard in track, I have this large banana for Karigean- es so that he will never be placed in the embarrassing situation of having to re- ply, “Yes, we have no Bananas” to his customers. I am going to give Hall this little doll for a “Wile.” I am told that it took McCarthy on one occasion a week to go to Rowley and back for his report card. I have this fly- ing machine for him so that he will be able to accomplish the journey in much less time. Boylan is following in the footsteps of his father by taking up the plumbing trade so I bought him this set of tools that they might lead him on to the road of success. Last but not least, to be sure, is Bean. I judge from Bean’s actions that he likes flowers. For him therefore I have a Vio- let. At last the task of finding gifts for the boys is comipleted and I’m sure I hope ev- erybody is satisfied. ALICE SCOTT. This trip which I have been looking forward to for such a long time has final- ly been completed. But what a delight- ful trip it has turned out to be! You have no idea how pleasant it was to get my plane out of the hanger these beau- tiful days and to fly over this country and across to Europe and elsewhere to call on my class mates. To be sure I did get into trouble with the aerial police once for flying on the wrong side of the air line and again when I disregarded the speed limit of 560 miles an hour. However the aerial judge was a kind old man who held court in a huge dirigible floating three miles above the surface of the earth. At first he did not appear so kind for he gave the young fellow ahead pf me a severe sentence, and when I, terribly frightened, was led before him, he cUr - missed the traffic officer and turning to me with a stern look on his face said, “Look here. Madam, do you know that for your offense you could serve five years?” Startled by this, I, picturing iron bars all around me, must have tottered, for suddenly he rushed from behind his desk, shook me, and said, “For Heaven’s sake, Vera, you know I was only joking.” I came to at these words and gazed at him. “Why, Vera, have you forgotten your old class mate?” Then seeing that I had, he started to take off his robe and cap. Then what a change! For when he re- moved his cap, the funniest thing hap- pened — a golden braid fell down his back and I recognized not a “him” — but our darling Zella. “Zella Zuoski!” I cried, and I flew in- to her arms. When we had got our breath again, I told her that I was on a tour hunting up our old classmates. Then she informed me that at any other time I should have met Margaret Hawksworth, her assistant, who was now having her vacation 25

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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

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“Margaret Hawksworth your assis- tant?” “Oh yes,” said Zell “She is doing fine work. When I want a particularly elo- quent pleader on a case, I always select Miss Margaret Hawksworth, Esq.” “She must have discovered her voice then since high school days,” I remarked. “I am going out to lunch,” continued Zella. “won’t you come along?” But, thinking of the long trip ahead of me, I refused and again started on my way. My next stop was New York City, for from such a brillant class as graduated from M. H. S. in 1924 I should surely find some in New York. After having put my plane up in a gar- age, I went into a first-class dining room on Fifth Avenue hoping to meet some one and I did; for who should come for- ward to seat me with all due ceremony but Elwyn McCarthy, head waiter of the establishment, in a stiff bosomed shirt and swallow tail coat. He certainly did cut a figure in that fashionable dining hall. Shortly after, I left the dining room and as I walked slowly down the avenue, I passed a fa ' :hion shop. Looking at the door, I read the names Peabody and Saunders. There was something familiar about the names and also about the com- bination. Therefore I went in and found two of my former classmates busily en- gaged in selling finery to the exclusive set of New York. Edna recognized me at once and, giving her customer to a clerk, rushed over, embraced me affec- tionately, and asked me what I was doing. When I told her, our dear Edna sent her best regards to everyone I met and told me that two blocks away Vera Mor- ong had a large beauty parlor and that since Bud Cartledge had accepted a posi- tion with the Fox Company in which he gave promise to rival Julian Eltinge as an actor of double roles — the most impor- tant of course being the feminine one — he had become her best customer. It thrilled me to remember that I, myself, .had once appeared on the stage with this great actor — as his double, too. As I sat there musing over this strange news, I suddenly realized that in order to visit all the rest of my classmates I had better hurry, so after a hasty good-by I went to the garage, got my plane and soon wa;; on my way to Paris. In Paris I was destined to encounter more surprises, for no sooner had I begun to look around than a little child stand- ing beside me in La Place de la Concorde fainted. I took her to the Salvation Ar- my Ho:;pital opposite and was about to go out when I bumped into Evelyn Webber in a white uniform. She told me that she was head nurse there. Evelyn always was quiet in school and that quietness of manner must be an asset in her work. She must have to manufacture some noise for the Salvation Anny meetings, however, and how ' she does it is still a mystery. Out on the street again I ran into a terrible crowd running and yelling like mad creatures. Thinking there must be a fight or fire I followed the crowd. After- going for about two miles they stopped; so I stopped and by luck was pushed our to the edge. Although I did not find a fire or fight, I did find that I was at a track meet at which the world champion- ship was to be decided, and in the midst of the scantily clad runners was Fannon, representing America. Then I was one of this mad crow-d yelling at the top of my voice “Farrnon! Fannon! America!” I w ' ondered if he had heard me and on that account was inspired to run faster. Any- way he won. Hurrah for Fannon I But I had had enough of Paris; and de- cided to journey on to Spain or Africa. I was not used to the route, however, so after going a little way, I decided to ask an aerial traffic cop. Slowly flying up to the next one I came to, imagine my sur- prise at seeing a lady. My surprise was even greater when I beheld Dorothy Har- rigan. She told me she had become tired of teaching and wanted to rise higher in the world. So here she was on the stee- ple of Notre Dame de Paris directing all aeroplane traffic to points east and west. And, oh yes, she told me that below her Antoinette Burns was a nun whose par- .26