Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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EDITORIAL (Foreword) “The leader for the time being, who ever he may be, is but an instrument, to be used until broken and then to be cast aside; and if he is worth his salt he will care no more when he is broken than a soldier cares when he is sent where his life is forfeit in order that the victory may be won. In the long fight for right- eousness the watchword for all of us is to spend and be spent. It is of little matter whether any one man fails or suc- ceeds; but the cause shall not fail, for it is the cause of mankind. We, here in America, hold in our hands the hope of the world, the fate of the coming years; and shame and disgrace will be ours if in our eyes the light of high resolve is dim- med, if we trail in the dust of the golden hopes of men.” Theodore Roosevelt. As Roosevelt says, America holds the hopes of the w’orld. America, now the foremost and best educated country in the world, is looked to for everything. In the future, it is America who will ad- vance the ideas of world peace and a world court. It is America who will lead the way in all world questions. It will be the future generations which will be America, and we, the class of 1924, will be part of that great group, the future generation. May we, if we do “hold the hope of the world in our hands,” do justice to that honor, keep bright that light of high resolve and not “trail the golden hopes of men in the dust.” NEW STAFF The staff for 1923-4 takes pleasure in announcing the following staff for 1924-5. Editor-in-Chief : Nathalie Brown Athletic Editor: Robert Shaw Business Manager: Harry Merson, ' 25 Alumnae Editor: Gertrude Lovell, ' 26 Exchange Editor, Angie Wile, ' 25 Advertising Manager: George Marlin. Assistant Advertising Managers: George Christopher, ' 25; Robert Emerson, ' 26; Richard. Durham, ' 28; Lincoln Hayes, ' 26; Earl Ewing, ' 26; Thomas Jianakountzos, ' 26. Literary Editors: Edmund Witham, ' 25; Virginia Critchley, ' 26; Karl Raupach, ' 27 Class Reporters: Isabelle Swasey, ' 25; Helen Davis, ' 26; Laura Gordon, ' 27. 4

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THE TIGER VOL. V. IPSWICH, M. SS., JUNE, 1924 NO. 3 STAFF Editor-in-Chief — Edna Peabody, ’24 Faculty Advisor — E. Margaret Allen Business Manager — Jarvis Cartledge, ’24 Athletic Editor — George Bean, ’24 Exchange Editor — Madeline Chase, ’24 Advertising Manager — Jack Callahan, ’24 Wilmot Hall, ’24 Harry Saunders, ’24 George Bean, ’24 Assistant Advertising Managers Charles Denningham, ’24 Robert Emerson, ’26 Mark Hayes, ’25 . George Marlin, ’26 Thomas Jianakountzos, ’26 Kennard Damon, ’25 Literally Editors Mary Beals, ’24 Natalie Brown, ’25 Edmund Witham, ’25 Art Editor — Spencer Bailey, ’26 Social Editor — Vera Blaisdell, ’24 Class Reyorters Alice Scott, ’24 Mildred Jedrey, ’25 Virginia Critchley, ’26 Palmer Raupach, ’27 Typists Alice Scott, ’24 Madeline Chase, ’24 Hazel Smith, ’24 Evelyn Webber, ’24 CONTENTS Editorial Literary Graduation Class Celebrities What the Poets Think Favorite Songs Class Members Who’s Who Valedictory Salutatory The Japanese-American Question Class History Gifts to Girls Gifts to Boys Class Prophecy Class Will Athletics Social Notes Alumni Exchanges Exchange Jokes

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AT SEVEN Having finished supper and settled down for an enjoyable evening with Poe’s tales of mystery and imagination, I was lost in the thralls of one of his tales of horror when my mother brought a letter to me saying that it had come that af- ternoon. Opening the envelope I drew forth a single sheep of paper on which was written the two words, “Heat me.” Disgusted at what I thought someone’s tom-foolery, I tossed the sheet into the fireplace where a few dying embers were giving out a faint heat and was about to resume my reading when I noticed brown marks appearing in horizontal lines on the sheet. Stooping, I drew the paper from the fire and on the now heated surface I read: “A surprise awaits you at the corner of South Eaton Street tonight at seven.” My curiosity was now thoroughly aroused and after thinking it over for a minute, I decided to discard Poe for the evening and see what joke ' or adventure was awaiting me “at seven.” Glancing at the clock I saw that it was six thirty and as Eaton was on the other side of the town I immediately started out. As I left the house, I noticed that evening was fast falling; so I hurried along, wish- ing to arrive before dark. At last I reached the corner and as I glanced around in the deserted gloom I began to wish, for the first time, that I had remained at home. Thrusting my fears aside, however, I looked the place over. Aside from a single deserted house on the corner, there was no other dwelling for perhaps a quarter of a mile. There were no street lights and aside from a few feeble rays from the waning moon the place was intensely dark. In the front of the house there was a porch and here I decided to wait the few minutes lacking seven. In the darkness and silence, fears be- gan again to creep upon me. At first I was able to put them aside as foolish, but at last imagination broke its bonds and roving about, it brought to my mind all harms and dangers into which it was possible for me to fall in that place, un- armed. As this last thought struck me, I heard a scraping and grating sound as of some heavy body being drawn along the ground. Peering around the corner of the porch, I beheld a nam.eless bulk crawling, creep- ing, wreathing towards my hiding place. Even as I gazed in unspeakable terror at this object, the town clock struck seven in the distance. At the realization of the exactness of the hour named in my letter and the approach of that at which I had just gazed, I shrank back in terror to 5