Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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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

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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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a month. I bought a paper and on the front page I found an article in which Alice Scott was mentioned as chairman of the peace commission. Heavens! Alice was always such a scrapper. I could im- agine how much peace there’d be. And down a little farther I found that Theo Boylan was a special detective and in- spector for the Washington Police De- partment and had been put in charge of ' the .murder of Henry Ford, alleged have been slain for flooding the market. Now for Ipswich and home. I didn’t have time to visit Lillian Brown but I know that she broke the typewriting rec- ord and is now private secretary to the president of the New York-California Ae- ro Bus Company My long looked for trip is now ended and I shall settle down to work with glad remembrances of my classmates of 1924. VERA BLAISDELL. CLASS WILL Be it remembered that we, the class of 1924 of Manning High School, in the town of Ipswich, County of Essex, aand Com- monwealth of (Massachusetts, being of sound mind and memory but knowing the uncertainity of this life do make this our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us at anytime hereto- fore made. After the payment of our just debts and funeral charges, we bequeath and devise as follows: TO THE SUB-FRESHMEN Item: A set of more drastic and severe rules. It will do them good — although it would never have done us any good. Item: New school hours, in order to gain some of the knowledge of the present Freshmen. We suggest 7 A. M. to 6 P. M. Item: To each a lolley-pop and a baby rattler. TO THE FRESHMEN Item: The right to sit in Room V pro- vided they agree to renounce all frivolity and return in the fall with more evidence of serious purpose than they have shown previously. Item: By request, we leave them some of the mathematical knowledge that the present junior class possesses. Item: A large pail and two sponges with which to wash Miss Forrest’s blackboards. Item: Sole management of initiations whereby important freshmen are made to appear less so. TO THE SOPHOMORES Item The right to call themselves “up- per classmen.” Item: The pleasure of engineering a junior prom and dividing the profits, if any, equally. Item: The opportunity of choosing class rings, hoping they accomplish the task as harmoniously as did the present juniors. Item : The pleasure of decorating the town hall for the senior class at gradua- ting and of transforming the Manning Hall stage into a leafy bower for the class day play. Item: To the girls a summer course in politics so that they may defeat the boys’ candidate for president and elect their own as successfully as did the class pre- ceding them. TO THE JUNIORS Item: A new Star Spangled Banner or ink eradicator to take the ink spots off the old one. Item: A keen appreciation of poetry de- veloped by conscientious study of Milton, Wordsworth, Keaths, and Shelley. Item: The advice of Jack Callahan in selecting a suitable menu for their class banquet. His aid has been invaluable to us. We trust it will be the same to them. ftem: The distinction of being the first to leave chapel and the last to be dismissed at noon time. Item: The honor of having two of their members conduct the musical part of the program at the Chapel exercises. (We re- commend Reedy and Ewing.) Item: To those possessing dramatic ability, the honor of taking part in the senior play. 29