Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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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

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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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A modest violet grew.” Gertrude Lovell — “A comrade blithe and full of glee Who dares to laugh out loud and free.” Haze) Manzer — “To be sure of escaping all earthly jar, Just hitch your good wagon to a star.” George Marlin — “Which I wish to remark and my language is plain.” Austin McCarthy — “In time of need A friend was he.” Robert Minchin — “Tis well for us to find a season To study always there’s no reason.” Francis Morong — “The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care. His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair.” Herbert Morrill — “A mother’s pride, a father’s joy.” Ruth Norman — “Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.” Ruth Pace — “Life’s no longer if we hurry. Nor no sweeter if we worry.” Mary P. Pasukonis — “Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.” Barbara Pickard — “Cheeks like roses, hair that curls. The envy of all the high school girls.” Leonora Pollard — “See me, how calm I am.” Elizabeth Stone — “Let the world slide, let the world go A fig for care, and a fig for woe.” Helen Sullivan — “Happy am I, from care I’m free ; Why aren’t they all contented like me?” Lawrence Wile — “Sport is the bloom and glow of per- fect health.” Dorothy Williams — “She is pretty to walk with. And witty to talk with. And pleasant, too, to think on.” 11