Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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he runiiins aloni my veins. My arms and lei s were i»’ri])])e(l in a million cruel lra])s all heinir pulled and jerked in dif- ferent directions, ddie hope of uncon- sciousness was not to be i ' ranted hut in- stead of a welcome torpor came a mental stimulation makini»‘ my torture more acute. A screen of fire closed in on me. Down it came toward my face resolving into two big red halls. My eyes were to he burned out. Nearer, nearer, came the red halls of lire. I was now a i)ar- alyzed hulk with an active mind. I was unable to do a thing to balk this diaboli- cal scheme to blind me. Bang! The balls of fire resolved into one bigger ball and ex])loded into a thousand s])linters of fire. Darkness, or rather a ])erfect blank, followed. I awoke to find myself at home safe in bed? No! it was no dream. The thermostat which controlled my cooling system was res])onsible. The air passing through tubes which swelled or ( ' ontracted, to regulate the temperature, caused the shriek. A short circuit of the high voltage, which operated the thermostat, caused the weird green light and the smell of sulphur; while my hands coming in contact with some wires under the dash, caused my acute suffer- ing by giving me a shock. The rest of my sensations were caused by a good imagination which might be excusable under the circumstances. The only damage done was to frighten me almost to death and to necessitate the installation of a less complicated and more efficient cooling system. Ralph Kenyon, ’27. SONG OF THE CLASS OF 77 I We’ve worked together four long years Years that mingled smiles and tears. Though in deeds we now exult At parting, sorrow’s felt. CHORUS We honor thee, dear Manning High The Class of ’27. We’ll ever let your banners fly, The Class of ’27 II Now, parting, we have but one thought. That pleasant memories be brought To those whom we have left behind Wdiom we will keep in mind. CHORUS HI WT stand here, brave, to go and face The world, to try to keep our place ’Mong men, — this be our motto’s guide “By virtue, not by words.” CHORUS Music written by Mr. Arthur H. Tozer Words written by Ruth Humphrey and Elizabeth Glover. 10

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piness to the Iwo women. She was very su])erstitious. I ' hus, while sittiiyi at a solitary meal she brooded over her lost friendshi]) and was striig-glin wdth her l)ride. Still buffeted by her many emo- tions, she stopped, from force of habit, to read her fortune of tea leaves in the Clip. W’ithin the cup there stood forth very distinctly — an olive branch, a sign of truce and an omen of jieace. Because Mrs. W ' ilson was so very super- stitious there seemed nothing for her to do excejit to send the olive branch to Miss Hammond, and in truth, she never would have thought of doing otherwise, thereby renewing happiness and content- ment through an understanding friend- shi|). Laura Gordon ’27 GHOSTS? f’erhajis some of you rememlier about how I saved the life of a rich man’s son and incidentally spoiled my car. The man whose son 1 saved jiromised me an- other car. This was fine but along came my report card saying that I need- ed some more study. A stern guiding hand saw to it that T did this needecl plugging. Consequently I didn’t see my new car for two months. d ' his contra]:)tion that I have stioken so much about was a wonder. The motor was of the racing tyj e which has won many of the late races. Tt had a special cooling system which was siqij osed to keep it at exactly the right temperature. 1 he body was a low and racy speed-about of maroon finish. Its price was way u]) into the fifth column of figures. All this would have made me very happy excejit for the way in which it was given me When my rich friend had donated it, he said, rather sarcastically it seemed to me. he hoped I would like it. Alaybe my nerves were ragged from too much study but anyway it bothered me. The. first time I had a chance to try out my new possession came after an especially long session with the books. T forgot all my troubles and stepjied into her. Out of the garage we rolled. My! what a smooth, jiowerful motor. Away wc went through the night air. The feeling of contentment that 1 ex- ])erienced 1 don’t believe can be parallel- led on this earth.. A comfortable seat, cool air fanning my ch.eeks, and the won- derful realization that 1 had under my control a creation which could surmount any obstacle which the road might ])re- sent. .1 was the king of the road with the ])erfection of s])eed, power, and com- fort at my command. This contentment was too good to last. Over me stole an impending sense of disaster. It was like the a])pearance of the “dread harvester’’ at a celebra- tion. All the things in which 1 had had pleasure a few minutes before became omens of evil. The comfortable seat was to lull me to sleep while the car carried me to my death. The wonderful power was another way to lure me on to destruction. The imps of Me])histo formed an army whose front rank kept pace with me just beyond my range of vision. 1 he time for my undoing had not yet arrived. W ' hen it came, all these powers would combine and I might as well give U]). J was as insignificant as a gnat before the hurricane. ere these things the imaginings of ragged nerves? Lerhaiis so. The wind blew with more vigor on my cold, fear blanched brow. Oh ! What was that ? A bloodcurdling shriek, the disa])pear- ance of all lights on the car. The sliriek continued varying from a shrill crescen- do to a low strangling moan. A soft green light came from the ventilation parts of the engine hood. The shriek, the luminous light, and the sulphuric smell blended into one terrifying inpires- sion that I was about to be annihilated. I trembled as if with the ])alsy groveling and jiraying for mercy. The car sto])ped bill not so with the shriek which now increased in volume. The terrifving green light flickered, the fumes of sui- phur nearly stifled me. W ' ould this toture never cease? T s all this would fade away to be replaced by something in- finitely worse. Molten lead seemed to 9

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CLASS CELEBRITIES Prettiest Girl Best looking boy IMosl popular boy Most popular girl Clown Nut Solon lusician Pest Grandfather Manhater Woman hater Saint Artist V amp Sjwrt Pauline Witham John Kobos Paul Hayes Virgene Hamilton Rodney Jewett John Grant Elizabeth Glover Corinne Bourque Ralph Kenyon William Connor Edna Curran Joseph Goot Norma Ellsworth Hercules Bokron Dorice Tozier John Sheppard Honorable Mention — Eleanor Casali Blusher Paul Hayes Honorable mention — John Kobos Bluffer Palmer Raupach Orator Palmer Raupach Baby Bernice Lester Athlete Robert Sheppard Author Ruth Humphrey Motto “Vertute non verbis.” Colors Orchid and Yellow. WHAT THE POETS SAY ABOUT US Mildred Ainsworth “Here 1 am a-driftin’, weary through and through Seekin’ employment — anything to do!” Marion Ames “The world is calling, I must go.” Hercules Bokron “And so my little dog and I have met and sworn Fresh love and fealty for another morn.” Corinna Bourque “Alusic, when soft voices die, X ibrates in the memories.” Eleanor Casali “All that we send into the lives of oth- ers Comes back into our own.” W ' illiam Connor “Pm up against it day by day My ignorance is distressing.” (In class meetings) Edna Curran “Her life has many a hope and aim Duties enough and little care.” Olive Curville “Littel I care Little I fear.” Lillian Day “W ' ho never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.” Eleanor Dodge And you — you smile In ordered calm.” Ellen Dow She has two eyes so soft and brown. She gives a side glance, and looks down. Beware ! Beware !” Hilda Dupray T he happiest nights 11