Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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“Dear Son: For years I have planned to will my house to nephew Henry and leave you my jewels, which will buy a better house than mine. However, certain happen- ings have changed my original plans. A year or so ago Henry and I quarreled, and I vowed that I would not give him my house. I have thought much about it since and almost decided to give in. My horrid pride simply wouldn’t let me com- pletely retract; so I chose this round- about way of gaining the ends I first desired. I was very careful to drop the beads down the well in order to prevent your finding them and spoiling my plans. I hope the jewels will take the place of the lost beads. Yours truly. Father.” MARY BEALS, ’25. MYSTERY INDEED The taxicab stopped before a shabby little house in the narrow street. A man dressed in a long fur coat and a high silk hat stepped from the car fol- lowed by a rough looking fellow. They went to the door of the house, where the leader produced a key and let the other unlock the door. They went in and closed the door. Perhaps there is noth- ing myterious sounding about that but I had come out that morning to seek adventure. I immediately believed that some intrigue lay behind this apparently innocent thing. For sometime I heard and saw noth- ing. Then I heard a regular pounding as if some one were driving nails. An- other long silence. Finally the door opened and the two came out bearing a long wooden box, just the shape of a coffin, which they loaded into the rear of the cab. They drove off, and I jumped into my coupe and followed them. They turned corner after corner, rapidly near- ing the business section of the city. My state of mind and the atmosphere of the deserted street had made me really be- lieve that something had happened. That coffin-shaped box! The cab drew up in front of a big office building on the ground floor and second floor of which was a newspaper office. The driver stepped into the building only to come right out followed by two fellows equally rough looking. They carried the box into the building. I, on following, saw it taken into a press room.u A friend of mine was on the staff of this paper. I requested that I should be shown through this particu- lar press room. To my relief, when the box was open- ed there packed in sawdust lay several inking rollers for the press. The rough looking fellows were only the janitor, the melter, ard one of the cleaners. A mystery? Indeed! K. P. RAUPACH, ’27. Senior Section CLASS CELEBRITIES Prettiest girl Best looking boy Most popular boy Most popular girl Clown Nut So-on usician Pest Grandfather Man-hater Woman-hater Sai’ t Artist Vamp Sport Blusher Bluffers Colors Motto Mary Munroe Thomas Doyle Robert Hills Isabel Swasey Mildred Jedrey Jack Callahan Mary Beals Bernard Phelan Peter Pasukonis Philip Ewing Mildred Pickard George Christopher Margaret Phelan George Christopher Mary Woleyko Bernard Phelan Harry Merson Elsie Hull, Honorable Mention Mary Munroe and Philip Ewing Pink and Green “Abeunt Studia in Mores” WHAT THE POETS THINK OF OUR CLASS Mary Beals “Oh! I would be wild and free.” Natalie Brown “I loathe that low vice, curiosity.” Jack Callahan “Fool, to stand here cursing When I might be running!” George Christopher “Oh, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.” Thomas Doyle “Look! he’s winding up the watch of his wit And by and by it will strike.” Philip Ewing “Beware of entrance to a quarrel.” Mark Hayes “He, their great Captain in days gone o’er.” Shirley Hale “A farmer ought to do his best for every single seed!” 11

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other part of the string: of beads, but found only a torn page of one of Shake- speare’s plays. He read a few lines: “Full fathom five thy father lies, “f his bones are coral made; “Those are pearls, that were his eyes:” and then put the paper into his pocket. He forgot about it completely, while he tenderly handled the rare books which he hoped would soon be his own. But he found, — “Nothing.” After that first morning, although en- thusiasm didn’t die down, the four were seldom found working at the same time. There were other demands on their time. Studying, house-work, the office, all needed attention. In spite of that, the four down-stair rooms of Cap’n Isaac’s house were, by the end of the week, carefully searched and as carefully put in order. When a new distribution or labor was necessary, David once more took com- mand. He said, “You three don’t know how to hunt. I do, and that’s why Fm going to take Cap’n Isaac’s bed-room. I’ve a feeling that the beads will be there. You can divide the other rooms up between you.” “I say, why don’t all of us work to- gether? We’d get done quicker,” put in Bab. “We will not! I certainly don’t in- tend to let you pile anything on top of the things I’m looking at. You can just stick to your own room.” “Oh bla!” The mother silenced them with, “Children, children, there’s no time to quarrel if we expect to find the beads before the month is up. Rememjber, we haven’t even looked at the attic or the yard.” That night Bab was exultant. “Look,” she cried, “I have found — ” “The beads?” “No, a bead.” She held up a tiny egg- shaped bead, red except for a black cir- cle at the tip. “It surely belongs on the string, and I think the others can’t be far off. David sniffed. “It was just luck that you found it. You won’t find the rest urless you do a good stiff lot of hunt- ing. Did you rip up the carpeting or take off the backs of the pictures?” “Of course not!” “I knew it! and I’ll bet you won’t find another bead unless you do all that and ten times more!” Alas, his prophecy was too true, for their searched proved fruitless. That week passed, and the next, and the next. Not even one more bead was found. At the expiration of the month Cap’n Isaac’s house was, according to David, “surrendered to the enemy”, in this case the Cap’n’s nephew and family. A very sober family conclave was held the next morning. Suddenly Mr. Rus- sel, who had been sitting with h’s hands in his pockets, pulled out a scrap of paper. “I found this the very first day,” he said, reading the lines from “The Temp- est.” “Do you suppose it would have given us a clue?” “That reminds me,” Mrs. Russel re- plied, “that the Cap’n picked up quite a few gems while he was traveling What ever became of them ? They aren’t mentioned in his will, and I never heard of his selling them.” “He probably sold them. But jewels or no jewels, the Oriental jar was what caused the whole trouble. I wish I’d never seen the jar, or the beads, or Cap’n Isaac’s house, or — ” David a ' grily threw the Oriental jar on the floor and stormed out of the room. His mother, the peace-maker, rose to follow him. Before she did so, she stooped to pick up the jar. Her sudden exclamation brought David back to see what had happened. He found his mother holding the broken jar in one hand and a white box in the other, while his father and sister stared open- mouthed. “David, since you found the box, I think you should open it.” “I, mother?” was his incredulous answer. “Yes, you. When You dropped the jar, it broke and showed us that it had a false bottom. The box was beneath the false bottom. Open it, quick.” With trembling fingers David obeyed Before his astonished eyes lay a handful of jewels — among them a pearl and a string of coral, “Dave, Bab, wife! If I know anything about jewels, we can buy ourselves a house, one with all the modern conven- iences that Cap’n Issac’s house hasn’t got Hurrah!” And Mr. Russel started a mad Ring-Around-the-Rosy with his family. As he sank breathlessly into a chair David shouted, “Bab! There goes some- thing from the box. Catch it!” Bab rescued a piece of note-paper from the fire-place and when the others had clustered eagerly around her read the following: 10

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Thomas Henley “What probing deep has ever solved the mystery of sleep Robert Hills “I had to grin to think about The fun I had before they caught me.” Elsie Hull “Sea-blue eyes that gleam and glisten Lips that sing — and you like to listen.” Mildred Jedrey “Give me some music.” Jennie Jianakountzos “Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail.” Harry Merson “Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.” Dorothy Merry “For the good are al- ways the merry, Save by an evil chance.” Mary Munroe “And so, without another why or whether, ril love you while my stitches hold together!” Alice Mullens “An’ all the birds seemed singin’ From the throat o’ one sweet bird!” Peter Pasukonis “My salad days when I was green in judgment.” Audrey Patterson “If you work, if you wait, you will find the place Where the four-leaf clovers grow.” Margaret Phelan “Do thou, as thou art wont, repair my heart with glad- ness, and a share of thy meek nature!” • Mildred Pickard “Let me but do my work from day to day.” Beatrice Ricker “So live and laugh; nor be dismayed.” Bertha Savory “If ladies be but young and fair They have the gift to know it.” Robert Shaw “It’s little that it matters So long as you’re alive.” Isabel Swasey “A hundred mouths, a hundred tongues And throats of brass, inspir’d with iron lungs.” Mary Woleyko “Better late than never.” Angie Wile “Can sweethearts all their thirst allay with strawberries?” Edmund Witham “And when a lady’s in the case You know all other things give place.” 12