Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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he sailed through the intervening space and through a large aperture in the floor. Simultaneously a terrible damp and musty odor reached the nostrils of the geologist, awakening him to the real- ity of what had happened. Creeping cautiously to the edge, the geologist peered into the Cimmerian darkness, seeing nothing, but catching the rhythmic breathing of the man below. “R ’R, Rope! D’ Down here,” stam- mered Sanders trying to compose him- self. The geologist immediately procured the rope and dangled a looped end for the unfortunate man to grasp. After considerable manoeuvering and work, Sanders was hauled up, frightened and begrimed. Rapid glances were exchanged and after gaining his faculties and breath, Sanders began to talk. “By George, I got skeert sailing down that a’way. Landed plumb into a grave yard over in Chinie. Phew” ! “Let’s get a look at that hole, ” said the geologist and was off after his torch. All that could be seen was a glitter- ing mass. Nothing definite was dis- cernible. “I’ll swear, I was all tangled up with a bunch of skeletons,” chattered San- ders, not entirely in a normal condi- tion. After considerable parleying Sanders permitted himself to be lowered into the hole with a torch to make a survey. “By cracky, I was right,” came the sonorous voice of Sanders from the depths of the hole. I got ’er doped out by Jiminy. Haul to, my hearty, and let me talk a bit.” Sanders was accord- ingly hauled up, and in hurried excited language he explained that the skele- tons were those of the missing men. This explanation was accepted and the two set to work, hauling the bones up in a blanket and arranging them on the floor as best they could. “Like a cross-word puzzle,” grinned Sanders under his sweat and tan. After the work was completed, a coroner was summoned, and the bones were properly cared for. The sheriff and his deputies identified the men as those who had been missing. The kindly sheriff gave the two explorers a tip to collect the rewards offered since it was perfectly legal. The next month Sanders and the geologist, who were by now bosom friends, employed themselves by col- lecting the rewards. “What a lucky tumble!” Francis Morong, ’26. 9

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“That’s mighty peculiar. Another old fellow told me the same thing.’’ “Wal, I tell you, there was a bunch of young bucks around here who tried to get rich (juick bj waylayin’ every- body that went out at night. But, say, young fellar, there were some mighty funny things as happened around when those fellars were doing business. Peo- ple disappeared like a shadow, leaving their estates, which were later sold by supposed relatives from the east ; but I still got my ’pinion that those guys could account for all that happened ’round here. Every bit o’ it. They sure had the sheriff wild.” Thus the talk ran on until far into the night. Early the next morning the two set out for the hills, speaking only in short gutturals as they rode side by side. After traveling in this manner for sev- eral hours through sagebrush and over slight hills, they entered a small glen which gradually grew into a large black canyon. ' The overhanging rocks shut out the first rays of light and made it necessary for them to travel with much precaution over the sharp rocks and gullies. The geologist dis- mounted several times to examine pieces of rock, but always shook his head and continued on. Soon the can- yon became lighter, thus enabling them to proceed more quickly through this dangerous passage. A very picturesque scene confronted them as the two emerged from the canyon. A moss covered cabin stood in a green glen. At the rear stood a large grove of cotton woods, screen- ing their view from the damp hill slopes below. The geologist stood in awe for a few moments, turned to Sanders, and then they cautiously and silently approached the cabin which showed no signs of habitation for several years. Sanders tried the door which in true Western style yielded to his Herculean strength. The two entered into the dark and musty rooms of which there were two. Sanders immediately opened the shut- ters and let in a flood of light. In the center of the room, which appeared to have been a kitchen, stood a small table which gave, by its spliced legs and battered top, evidence of numerous fights. On one side of the room was a small slab fire-place with gray ashes still present. A wide cup- board was lodged in one corner, and numerous boxes were strewn about the room, giving evidence of a hasty depar- ture. The next room bore all the earmarks of a bedroom. Great tiers of bunks were built into the wall. “How peculiar,” said Sanders, whose keen eyes had taken in the room in a glance. “The bunks are all numbered.” “So they are,” said the geologist as he brushed the dust away and per- ceived the number “19” in bold let- ters. Each bunk had a handle attached which made it convenient to pull the bunk from the wall into position. Sanders began at one end of the room and peered into each bunk in search of evidence of the unknowns. Leaping upon the lower bunks, he pulled the top ones into position and slammed them back again getting no satisfaction from his tiring work. After a while he had examined twelve and with a mighty heave con- taining a bit of anger, he pulled upon the handle of number 13. With a tre- mendous swish and a resounding thud 8

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CLASS CE Prettiest girl Best looking boy Most popular boy Most popular girl Clown Nut Solon Musician Pest Grandfather Man hater Woman hater Saint Artist Vamp Sport Blusher Bluffers Elizabeth Stone Orator Baby Senior ILEHRITIES Dorothy Williams Francis Morong Lawrence Chase Helen Sullivan Albert Avery Albert Avery Hazel Manzer Mamie Adelman Albert Avery George Marlin Annette Boulais Stanley Bartniski Annette Boulais Robert Minchin Helen Davis Lawrence Wile Stanley Bartniski and Leonora Pollard George Marlin Mary Pasukonis WHAT THE POETS THINK ABOUT US Mamie Adelman — “Laugh and the world laughs with you; Weep and you weep alone.” Albert Avery — “Let Me Play the fool, With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.” Stanley Bartiniski — “Little I ask, my wants are few.” Annette Boulais — “Her heart is like a garden fair Where many pleasant blossoms grow.” Florence Brown — “Begone, dull Care, I prithee begone from me ; Begone, dull Care, thou and I shall never agree.” Section Lucy Brown — “For accuracy and lightning speed in the typewriting line. We recommend Lucy Brown; she is a true gold mine.” Katharine Cameron — “But tragedy is not for me ; And Pm content to be gay.” Lawrence Chase — “To keep silence were folly.” Marion Cummings — “0 Marion’s a bonny lass.” Helen Davis — “I’ll speak in a monstrous little voice.” Minerva Dunbar — “A sweet attractive kinde of grace.” Earl Ewing — “His humor was both frank and free.” Annie Grant — “Better late than never.” George Greenberg — “Vacation, haste ! I am getting weary. The school-room now is dully and dreary.” Earle Hardy — “I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden. Thou need’st not fear mine.” George Hayes — “No tongue can tell of him what should be told.” Lincoln Hayes — “And must I work? Oh, what a waste of time.” Thomas Jianakountzos — “What is he buzzing in my ears.” Antolena Kmiech — “Whence is thy learning? Hath the toil O’er books consumed the midnight oil?” Ruth Lord — “Down in a green and shady dell 10