Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Editorial It is here. Our goal is reached. But ’tis not with rejoicing as one might imagine but with a great heart-felt pang that we realize that we must part — l)art never to gather as students of Manning High but always loyal to this beloved school which has meant so much to us in these last four years. We shall recall with a bit of sadness the good times enjoyed together, the Senior Play, and events which in reality will be for us never again. Our work now lies in different fields and we must part, bearing with us memories which will never cease to be cherished and significant of a great episode in our lives. It is to you, the seniors of next year and to the lower classmen, that we now give ,the honor of upholding the name of Manning that is so near and dear to our hearts. The Tiger Staff has thought it best to issue “The Cub” bimonthly next year as it, has this year, omitting the first two issues of the Tiger and running a Senior Year Book. By omitting the first two issues of the Tiger, we hope to build up “The Cub” to a paper of greater perfection and satisfaction. “The Cub” has been edited by “The Tiger Staff” and the staff that has been named will be responsible for the paper next year. “The Cub” is a school news sheet and we hope that the school will use it as such. We suggest now that next year the pupils express their opinions freely in and of the paper and on any important subject. It will be a paper of your own interests and will be accepted with a better grace by its subscribers. STAFF FOR 1926-1927 Ed ' itor-in-Chief — Palmer Raiipach, ’27 Faculty Advisor — E. Margaret Allen Athletic Editor — John Kobos, ’27 Alumni Editor — Elizabeth Gove, ’28 Exch ange Editor — Ralph Kenyon, ’27 Business Manager, Richard Durham, ’28 Advertising Manager , Peter Gonis, ’28 H. Bokron, ’27 E. Klos, ’28 Laura Gordon, ’27 Virgene Hamilton, ’27 Assistant Advertising Managers N. Baxter, ’29 R. Cole, ’29 Literary Editors Ruth Humphrey, ’28 Class Reporters Althea Howe, ’28 Art Editor — Dorothy Dunn, ’29 G. Booth, ’28 R. Arthur, ’28 Mary Patch, ’28 Barbara Damon, ’29 6

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THE TIGER VOL. VII. IPSWICH, MASS., JUNE, 1926 NO. 3 STAFF 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 Trafford Morong, ’28 Frank Klos, ’28 Arthur Sleight, ’28 Ralph Burnham, ’28 Peter Gonis, ’28 Ruth Humphrey, ’27 Antolena Kmiech, ’26 Virgene Hamilton, ’27 Elizabeth Gove, ’28 William Marr, ’29 LITERARY EDITORS Laura Gordon, ’27 Palmer Raupach, ’27 CLASS REPORTERS ART EDITOR Robert Minchin, ’26 SOCIAL EDITOR Helen Davis, ’26 TYPISTS Junior and Senior Typewriting Classes CONTENTS Editorial 6 Staff for 1926-1927 6 Literary Poem, The Blind Boy’s Lesson. Bernice Lester, ’28 7 Story, A Skeleton Fortune. Frances Morong, ’26 7 Senior Section Class Celebrities 10 What the Poets Think 10 Class Members 12 Who’s Who 24 Graduation Essays The Basis of Citizenship. Francis Morong 26 The Cost of Education. Earl Ewing 28 “Palmer non Sine Pulvere.” Hazel Manzer 30 The Value of the Study of Music. Antolena Kmiech 31 Class History, Lawrence Chase 34 Gifts to Girls, George Marlin 36 Gifts to Boys, Gertrude Lovell 37 Class Will, Earle Hardy 38 Class Prophecy, Dorothy Williams, Barbara Pickard 41 Alumni ' 45 Exchanges 45 Class Notes 46 Athletics 47 Jokes 50

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Literary THE BLIND BOY’S LESSON “He’s only a little blind boy, Sitting alone by the door. But alone though he is, my friend. His thoughts are happy and bright. You who wonder at his brightness. You who doubt the joys of life. Go to the little blind boy there. Tell him to teach you aright. Ask him about the bright springtime. Think you that he cannot tell? Waste not time ’till you learn the truth, Perhaps I’ll learn it myself. I “Well, little boy, can you tell me How I can find the gold sun? I lost it one day when, slowly. My boy left when day was done. If you tell me, my boy, ’twill be The kindest deed you have done.” “I’m only a little blind boy But I know that spring has come. I can tell it by the blossoms. The birds, and glorious sun. How do I see them? I need not! The story is in the air. The birds are singing, the sun shining, The story is everywhere. What need to see or even hear ? Nature makes the season felt. Here is the secret; can’t you tell? Spring is in the heart itself.” Bernice Lester, ’27. A SKELETON FORTUNE In the distant hills of Varrez there stands a cabin entirely obscured to the outside world by a dense thicket of cottonwoods. On -the farther side of the cabin the opening of two dark can- yons with rough precipitous sides yawn their opinions of the surrounding coun- try and the small town in the distance. This dark, moss covered cabin was known to have once been the rendezvous of cutthroats and bandits. This gang of bandits had been broken up, but stories of it were still in circulation, and rewards for information of Ithe whereabouts of certain wealthy men were still offered. One day in the early spring a geol- ogist arrived in the town of Varrez to carry on his researches there and in the neighboring foothills. This man did not like society and desired to be alone. Consequently he tried to hire a cabin on the outskirts of the town for a month or two. To his disappoint- ment he coukt not find o ' ne. After much roaming about he found it neces- sary to content himself with bunking along with an old fellow by the name of Sanders. Now Steve Sanders did not often have boarders ; so he made the best of the occasion, entering glibly into numerous stories. “Wal, mister, tain’t much of a place I got here’ but sure hope you’ll take to it.” “I’d like nothing better and perhaps you can help me in my researches here.” “What do ya mean by research? Are ya lookin for someone here?” “No, I’m looking for a certain species of ore that I believe to be in these hills.” “Tain’t gold you’re lookin’ for, is it?” “No, not gold.” “Ahuh, I struck it rich once but the thieves busted me.” “You mean that the thieves stole your gold?” “Exactly.”