Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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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.”

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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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“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