Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Editorial FORE WORD FOR SENIORS For four years we of the class of 1925 have studied and played together. We have been prominent in athletics and have run many social activities. We will never forget the socials, plays, minstrel shows, games, class meetings, committee meetings, and particularly the fun we had rehearsing our Senior Play. In the pleasure of thinking over these events of the past there come to us feel- ings of regret and sorrow that our days together in Manning High are nearly ended. We have thought that we hated school and hated to study but now we realize that we were mistaken, and we would give anything if we had four more years in high school. We have been successful in all our undertakings because of the spirit of good fellowship which has always existed amongst us. We hope that this spirit which has bound us together for four years will not be lost after graduation and that we may look forward to good times in the future not unlike those of the past in Manning. STAFF FOR 1925-1926 EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Francis Morong, ’26 Faculty Advisor, E. Margaret Allen Business Manager, George Marlin, ’26 Athletic Editor, Lawrence Chase, ’26 Exchange Editor, Gertrude Lovell, ’26 Alumni Editor, Dorothy Williams, ’26 Advertising Manager, Richard Durham, ’28 ASSISTANT ADVERTISING MANAGERS Tralford Morong, ’28 Paul Hayes, ’27 Arthur Sleight, Peter Gonis, ’28 ’28 Miriam Panie, ’26 Antolena Kiniech, ’26 Vergene Hamilton, ’27 LITERARY EDITORS Laura Gordon, ’27 Palmer Raupach, ’27 CLASS REPORTERS Ruth Humphrey, ’28 , ’29 ART EDITOR Robert Minchin, ’26 SOCIAL EDITOR Helen Davis, ’26 6

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THE TIGER VOL. VI. IPSWICH MASS., JUNE 1925. NO. 3 STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Natalie Brown, ’25 Faculty Advisor, E. Margaret Allen Business Manager, Harry Merson, ’25 Athletic Editor, Robert Shaw, ’25 Exchange Editor, Mildred Jedrey, ’25 Alumni Editor, Gertrude Lovell, ’26 Advertising Manager, George Marlin, ’26 ASSISTANT ADVERTISING MANAGERS Mildred Pickard, ’25 Lincoln Hayes, ’26 Robert Emerson, ’26 T. Jianakountzos, ’26 Robert Durham, ’28 Earl Ewing, ’26 LITERARY EDITORS Marv Beals, ’25 V. Critchley, ’26 E. Witham, ’25 K. Raupach, ’27 Art Editor, D. Hamm. Social Editor, Mary Munroe, ’25 CLASS REPORTERS Isabelle Swasey, ’25 Helen Davis, ’26 Laura Gordon, ’27 Oonah Ryan, ’28 CONTENTS EDITORIAL— Foreword for Seniors Staff for 1925-1926 LITERARY S ' ory — The Difficulty Overcome Natalie Brown, ’25 Sonnet — To Spring Mary Beals, ’25 Story ' — La Loup — garou Edmund Witham, ’25 Story — The Oriental Jar Mary Beals, ’25 Story — Mystery Indeed Palmer Raupach, ’27 SENIOR SECTION C ass Celebrities What the Poets Think Class Members Who’s Who Graduation Essays Patriotism Yesterdav and Today Harry Merson “Dux Femina Facti” Mary Beals Books As Educators Natalie Brown “Abeunt Studia in Mores” Mark Hayes Class H ' story Edmund Witham Gifts to Girls Thomas Doyle Gifts to Boys Mary Munroe Class Prophecy Mildred Jedrey Class Will Robert Hills ALUMNI EXCHANGES CLASS NOTES SOCIAL NOTES JOKES

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Literary THE DIFFICULTY OVERCOME “Oh dear,” said Marie to her younger brother Robert, “the time is almost up and our pullets have not begun to lay yet. Oh! I know we shan ' t get the money,” and she added sobbingly, “Oh dear, poor mother, oh dear, oh dear.” This poor girl had done her best to raise thirty chickens up to the age of five and one half months, and now she wanted them to lay. Her uncle, a bachelor farmer, jealous of his brother’s city-bred family, in his will had left the family plenty of money but he had stated that they should not come into tile possession of his money until they should have lived on a farm, raised chicker.s, and at the end of the fifth month produced an egg from one of the said chickens. Marie’s father, a spoiled cross, and peevish old man had the gout and so Marie’s mother, because they could not afford a nurse, had to spend her time in taking care of him. Thus the raising of the chickens fell upon Marie, aged fourteen, and Robert, aged eight. “Aw shucks, sis, cheer up — we’ll find a way to make them lay. Just let me think a minute,” was the determined re- sponse of Robert. They had previously been stuffing the poor j ' oung hens w th ‘Tay o!r bust feed,” clam shells, et cetera to no avail. It seemed that since anything which they might give the hens to eat did not bring about the desired results, a definite course of action must be fol- lowed. During the next week Robert was very busy. He told only Marie his pla; s She was doubtful as to whether they would succeed or not, but was des- perately determined to try almost any method as long as they received the money. On August the thirty-first, the day before the trustees were to come. Bob and Marie rehearsed their parts. Marie went into the hen-house and caught a hen and put her on a nest which Robert had’ fixed with clamps which caught the hen’s legs as though they were in a trap. The clamps were invisible be- cause of the hay in the nest, but they were certainly there because the hen was kept on the nest whether she want- ed to stay there or not. In the mean- time Bob from the outside of the hen- house, had reached through a small window on the side back to the nest, put h’s hand through a small aperture in the nest, made especially for the occasion, and placed an egg under the hen, at the same time loosening the clamps. He had just time to draw his hand away before the hen, discovering that she was free, flew from the nest. Then from the open window with his sling shot he hit the hen with a small pebble and she im- mediately began to cackle — not because she had laid an egg, but from fright. “But who is to know the difference, any- way?” argued Robert. That night Robert slept peacefully, sure of his success on the morrow, but Marie had a struggle with her con- science. She wanted the money but knew that it was not right to take it deceitfully. “But why,” she reasoned, “shouldn’t I have success? My motive was a generous one. I do not want the money for myself, but for mother, and I feel that I have worked hard for it.” The next day the two trustees came. Bob and Marie, the one calm, the other nervous and excited, led their guests in- to the hen-house. One hen seemed to be walking around near the nest; so Marie grabbed her and put her into the empty nest used the day before. It had never occurred to their young minds that a hen goes on the nest of her own ac- cord, but the two trustees knew and smiled a little when this hen was caught and put on the nest and stayed there. During the fifteen minutes which were given the poor little hen to “do her stuff, the two men walked around the Ihen-house, noticing the several nests which had at least two eggs in each — Sind it was only ten o’clock in the morning. Now at the end of the fifteen minutes. Robert excused himself in order that he might perform his little stunt at the outside of the hen-house. In a few. secords the hen flew from the nest, but what seemed strange to Robert, stand- ing outside, was that she started to cackle before he hit her with his sling shot Marie and the trustees, however, were looking at the nest when they be- held two eggs where fifteen minutes before there had been none at all. It was evident to Marie and to Bob, too, who had just come in, that the hen herseif had laid the additional egg. In their joy they gave away their plot, but the trustees could do nothing about it because the hen really had laid an egg. Thus it was that Marie and Bob fulfilled the terms of the legacy. NATALIE BROWN, ’25.