Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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ticular gift lay in the chanting of Latin hymns. I was two hundred miles off my route to Dot informed me. Consequently after leaving her, I just stepped on the gas and in a few hours I was -flying over unknown land. Getting rather curious to know where I was, I hunted for a place to land. Alighting on a hard beach, I was about to get out when I was suddenly surrounded by a crowd of filthy negroes. They acted like a pack of crazy creatures. Nor could any speak English, and I was getting frightened when suddenly they began to bow. Looking around to see what they were bowi ng at I saw a negro more gayly bedecked than the otherg in beads and ornaments slowly advancing accompanied by a lady who seemed to have a remarkably soothing effect on the natives and who was dressed in a garb resembling that of my own country wo- men. Sure enough! when I began to question her, she replied in my own ton- gue. “Oh yes Vera, I know you. I am Hazel Smith.” Then I did indeed recog- nize Hazel beneath a coat of tan and a few more freckles. Imagine it! Hazel Smith a missionary in the wilds of Africa. I am still marvelling at her courage. After telling her all the news — she welcomed it, poor girl — I was again on my way. Now below me the scenery was wonderful, for I was flying over moun- tains, lakes, and jungles. On one of the mountains near the jungle I saw a high tower. My curiosity was aroused but as there was no place to land, I was forced to go on. However on the other side of the jungle I found a large field with a little shack near by. After land- ing I walked up to the shack and inside found a man in green glasses, whose legs extended some distance beyond the desk at which he was sitting, bent over and in- tently studying a beetle which resembled one of the rare species described by Poe in “The Gold Bug.” As I approached him, he looked up, then arose quickly, and came towards me with outstretched hands. “Wilmot Hall!” I was about to exclaim, but before I could get the words out, the most terrific buz- zing was heard. I could not imagine what the horrible noise was until Wilmot in- foimed me that he was an entomologist and the loud buzzing I had heard was the noise which his wild bees made as they flew about his laboratory. Ever since, I have pictured Wilmot with his lanky legs and butterfly net running through the woods. I asked him what the high tower was that I had passed on the other side of the jungle, and he quite overwhelmed me with the reply that it belonged to Kiddo Gould. He is an astronomer. Kiddo al- ways did have a passion for “stars,” I remem ' bered, but I had always thought that he would find those nearer the earth quite satisfying. I bade good-by to Wilmot and set out on my way again. Soon I found myself winging my way over the Atlantic Ocean. How glad I am that I didn’t have engine trouble or run out of gas. When I reached South America, I stopped at Buenos Aires. I left my plane at some distance outside the city and walked in. - While walking I passed the Ford plant — we used to have them la this country you know — and I judged that it was the same one in which I had been told that Angelo Minichello was en- gaged in making nuts and spark plugs. A little farther on I came to a large enclosure where tents were pitched, flags were flying, and balloon venders were in evidence. I decided to take in a side show just for the fun of it and entered a tent where, judging from the noise, most of the hilarity was centered. I came upon a crowd of people laughing their heads off. Pushing my way to the front, I beheld Raymond Callahan stand- ing on a barrel making his bow-tie shim- my on his Adam’s Apple. Although I had seen this all before at school, the setting of the comedy act was so different and the laughter of the crowd, especially the children, was so contagious that I laughed my head off along with the rest of them. When I came out of the tent, the knawing emptiness of the region near my 27

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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

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solar plexus reminded me that it was time to eat. I walked on for about ten min- utes until I came to a most attractive looking tea room. I entered, walked up to the desk where a plump middle aged lady in horn rimmed spectacles, whose blond hair was beginning to show silver threads among the gold, reigned supreme. I stared a moment, rubbed my eyes, and then burst out “Madeline Chase!” for it was she who was the successful proprietor of this charming place. We had hardly spoken together for five minutes when a prosperous looking business man walked up to us, who had also been attracted by the beauty and chami of the eating house. There w ' as something familiar about his stride and, when he began to talk with us, about his vocabulary, — just the kind to insure his success as a drum- mer, for Charlie Denningham was sole agent in South America and Australia for the Milwaukee Men’s Ankle Watch Company. He was well trained for this work all right as his first experience in drumming had begun back in high school days. It had been a pleasant hour, but time was flying and I ought to be too. I walked back to the suburb of Buenos Aires where my plane had been parked, and in less time than it takes to tell it had made my next stop a little farther up the coast at Rio De Janeiro. I managed to land in a field -where hundreds of horses were grazing without hitting any of them. It was funny, but when I got out I noticed that everyone of those hors- es had some kind of bandage over a part of his anatomy. Some of them were evi- dently suffering from headaches, others had one or two sore eyes, others still were lame in one or more legs and were having difficulties in getting around on the others. I decided to investigate and under a pretense of asking for a drink, I approached the little low farm house. Imagine my surprise when a tall olive complexioned lady admitted me. You have probably guessed by this time that it was Davida Perley H. D. (horse doctor) and that I had landed in the convalescent ward. Another blow was about to descend up- on me. Her farm, it seemed, adjoined another on which Violet Levesque was engaged in raising Billy goats and as walked and talked near the boundary, we could see the favorite Billy running and jumping at her beck and call. I didn’t want anything more sprung on me so suddenly. Therefore I decided to return at once to America which after all is the best country on earth. Having a little engine trouble, I land- ed at Miami, Florida to have the difficul- ty attended to. While they were working on the engine, I took a short walk just to see the country. I saw more than that, however, for on a hill overlooking the ocean I discovered a United States Wea- ther Bureau station in charge of George Bean. If you remember, it was always a trait of Bean’s to guess at anything he didn’t know. It had taken the weather bureau to recognize the latent power in this gift. My engine was soon repaired and al- though I intended to fly straight to Wash- ington, I didn’t like to misg a brief visit at Palm Beach. I landed on the beach, walked up where a group of people were standing. As I came nearer, I saw that they were evidently much moved at some- thing, for many were wringing their hands, weeping audibly, and divesting themselves of their jewelry and deposit- ing their valuable possessions in a pile on the beach. From the midst of the crowd came a familiar but eloquent voice. El- bowing my way through the people, I finally got near enough to convince my- self that Christo Karigeanes was mounted on a soap box and was expounding social- istic doctrines so eloquently that the Palm Beach population was completely under his control. I didn’t have much jewelry and what I had was dear to me; so I elbowed my way out of the crowd as unostentatiously as possible and slunk away. Washington at last! Although I had been gone only a day, I had seen and learned so much that it seemed more like 28