Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Class Vote Prettiest Girl Best Looking Boy Most Popular Boy Vera Blaisdell Clarence Gould Tie between Harry Saunder 5 and Jarvis Cartledge Most Popular Girl Edna Peabody Clown Christos Karigeanes Nut Dorothy Harrigan Baby George Bean Class Solon Edna Peabody Class Musician Leo Fannon Class Pest George Bean Class Man Hater Evelyn Webber Class Woman Hater Angelo Minichiello Class Saint Alice Scott Class Artist Raymond Callahan Class Vamp Zella Zuoski Class Sport Vera Blaisdell Class Blusher , Zella Zuoski Hall — Honorable Mention Class Bluffer Charles Denningham Bean — Honorable Mention Class Colors Blue and Gold WHAT THE POETS SAY ABOUT US George Bean “A progeny of politeness.” Vera Blaisdell “If to her share some fe- male errors fall, Look on her face, and you’ll forget them all.” oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke; the less he spoke; the more he heard; Why aren’t we like this wise old bird?” Lillian Brown “I never knew so young a body with so old a head.” Antoinette Burns “A most unspotted lily.’’ Raymond Callahan “A kind of excel- lent dumb discourse.” Jarvis Cartledge “Genteel in personage Conduct and equipage. Noble by heri- tage, Generous and free.” Madeline Chase “I am not merry; but i do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.” Charles Denningham “And torture one poor word a thousand ways.” Leo Fannon “I am never merry when I hear sweet music.” Clarence Gould “He is a fool who thinks by force or skill To turn the current of a woman’s will.” Wilmot Hall “A merrier man within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour’s talk withal.” Dorothy Harrigan “They never last who always drink; They always talk who never think.” Margaret Hawksworth “A soul as white as heaven.” Christos Karigeanes “Then he will talk — good gods! how he will talk.” Violet Levesque “A violet in the youth of primy nature.”- 7

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the doors of the house. As I pressed a rainst the bulky, oaken portals they flew inward, and, taken en- tirely by surprise and off balance, I crashed to the floor. Here, althouj h un- injured, I lay in horror, for a moment I had fallen through the doors, they had closed again of their own accord! As I gazed with teiTor-opened eyes into the inpenetrable darkness I felt that I was not alone, and as the thought overcame me, a cold perspiration formed all over my body, and my flesh attained that horroi ful clammy feeling which it is im- possible to describe. Then, just as I made up my mind to scream, I was seized. A long, bony, cold hand wrapped itself around my mouth, two more grasped my legs, and two others seized my shoulders. Like this, without a noise of any kind, not even a footstep, I was carried through the air by those hands. By those hands, I say, because although I thrashed about wildly with my arms neither did I touch a body nor did a body touch me except for those hands which retained a grasp which could not be sha- ken. At last, with the five hands still in position, I was laid down. Then out of the blackness and silence came a voice, an indescribable, voice low and distant and rasping but with an enunciation which was as plain as if it had shouted in my ear. “Oh, thou who hast five hands, no more, no less, is the prisoner guilty? These were the words. “Guilty, oh master. “Into Hades with him then, shrieked back the first with the .same far-away, ranping voice. At this sentence there was a rumble, and a space before me opened. As the opening grew, blue wreathing flames shot from its depths, and for the first time I could see about me. That which I saw only add d to my evergrowing mystifi- cation and horror however, for all that I could see were the five hands which held me. My own body I could not see ! Suddenly, without a word, I was lifted and swung gently to and fro with a sick- ening, monotonous motion over the flames and then dropped. As I dropped down — down — down through space and increasing heat, such a horror as over- came me is impossible to describe. My heart seemed pulling the muscles which held it in a vain attempt to escape my suffering body. The flames scorched me and it seemed as if my whole body was withering into nothing. The heat smoth- ered me, I could not breathe. I choked out a scream, and then — then — I saw the vol- ume of Poe’s tales of mystery and imag- ination at my feet where I had dropped it. EDMUND WITHAM, ’25 6

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Elwyn McCarthy “As proper a man, as one shall see in a summer’s day.” Angelo Minichiello “We g ' rant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it.” Vera Morong ‘T,earn to read slow; all other graces Will follow in their proper places.” Edna Peabody “0 marvelously modest maiden you!” Davida Perley “Her face, oh! call it fair, not pale.” Harry Saunders “O it is excellent To have a giant’s strength; but it is tyran- nous To use it like a giant.” Alice Scott “I hold you as a thing en- skyed and sainted.” Hazel Smith “I have learned in what- soever state I am, therewith to be con- tent.” Evelyn Webber “Anything but history, for history must be false.” Zella Zuoski ’Tis the last rose of sum- mer Left blooming alone.” FAVORITE SONGS Jarvis Cartledge “When You and I were Young, Maggie” Christos Karigeanes “Can’t Yo’ Heah Me?” Angelo Minichiello “Minding My Busi- ness.” Charles Denningham “Kitten on the, Keys.” Clarence Gould “Lovey Come Back.” Harry Saunders “The Shiek” Elwyn McCarthy “She is only a Boot- legger’s daughter but I love her Still.” Raymond Callahan “Mighty lak a Rose” Theo Boylan “Ain’t you Ashamed?” Wilmot Hall “Way Down East in Maine” George Bean “I Love Me” Alice Scott “For All the Saints who from their Labors Rest.” Vera Blaisdell “I wonder who’s kissing Her Now” Edna Peabody “I Love You” Antoinette Burns “Innocent Eyes” Dorothy Handgan “What’ll I do?” Margaret Hawksworth “I’m sitting pret- ty” Evelyn Webber “Love Divine.” Vera Morong “Are You Lonely?” Madeline Chase “Stay Home Little Girl” Davida Perley “Just one More Kiss” Hazel Smith “Freckles” Violet Levesque “Steppin’ Out” Lillian Brown “Lonesome” Leo Fannon- “I’m all Broken Up” Zella Zuoski “Holding Hands” 8