Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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GIFTS TO GIRLS How little you realize the grave- ness of this situation. You are gath- ered here to receive your gifts, and yet I dare say you have never given thought as to where these came from. As soon as I was elected by the class, I began looking about for a friend to help me in my presenta- tion. It was nearing the last of ’27 when I found him — Old Father Time, grey, bent, and haggard, and it v as from him that I received a will which in the event of his pass- ing I feel it my duty to carry out. I therefore proceed to present: To Charlotte Dodge, a barrel, to avoid unnecessary embarassment caused while ’ ' mrking with acids. To Irene Woleyko, a vanity case with a chain, t save her suitors the eynense of rer lp ' cing lost ones. To Maude Emerson, who seldom evprcices her vocal ci ords. a nack- a e of I ' Uden’s to use immediately after nubh ' c addresses on occasions like the present. To C-ienna Poilard. who is slow but sure, a can of powder, for emer- To Alice and Stella Cioiek. who are famous musicians, each a baby grand . To Elizabeth Cove, who is an ar- dent lover of nature, a lady’s slip- per To Tiiedma Railev, a calendar pad, so that she may keep her dates seoorate. To Msther Stultz, who is learning to drive, a horn to let us know she is comino . To Hilda Fannon, a nipple, so that she mav hold the title of class babv undisputed. To Doris Scahill, a cage, to keep her Eawle in. To Marv Patch, a seven day clock, so that she may never run do ' m while giving a speech. To Doris Bickerton, who toe dances, a lantern, so that she may keep in the limelight. To Evelyn Johnson, who is a tel- ephone operator, a private line for her own backyard. (Clothesline.) To Lois Hall, a filling station, so that she will not miss the candy room. (Gas pump.) To Mabel Spencer, a harmonica, to make her Happy. To Anna Blunda and Doris Co- meau, each a top, so that they may spin homeward. To Frances Hardy, who was elected class manhater, a rolling pin. for cooking only. To Ruth Millard, a lollypop, to prevent any misuse of her pencil. To Viola Jianakountzos, a razor, to remind her of her close shaves. To Florence Bourque, an instru- ment, which will not get crushed when she is riding home from so- cials. (Jew’s harp). To Dorothy Conant, who is quiet, a book of tennis rules in which she may find the use of a racquet. To Mary McTernan, a mirror, so that she may catch a Ray. To Ruth Stultz, a life saver, to make automobile rides with her sis- ter more enjoyable. To Esther Grant, v ho has fre- qently disturbed study pupils, one pair of shock absorbers to save her sole. (Rubber heels.) To Mary Zervas, the noted class saint, a group of stars, so that she will feel at home. (Movie stars.) To Marjorie Bragdon, who likes to dance, a tow rope, so that she may get the varsity drag. To Ruth Arthur, a spade, to bury Chester. To Althea Howe, a compass, so that she may never get lost in the Maine woods. Father Time has remembered you one and all. Now that I have car- ried out his wishes, I shall retire with a clear conscience. — John Goodhue. 19

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rated with blue and gold, welcomed its merrymakers. Classmates would greet each - other occassion- ally and receive ’ salutations with good humor. Now sometimes in the history of a .great people the un- expected occuf and so it was with us. An hour passed — evidently the musicians must have had a blow out or run out of gas, but the crowd was patient. Two hours — conster- nation and fear seized the commit- tee. Was this the fruit of their toils? Were all the anticipations and plans for a wonderful debut on the?, part ' of the juniors to end in s S - ignominious defeat? We sHqu ' never again be able to hold u{r|i,’tir heads and face the world, and no disgrace would have been more complete had not a happy group of local players volunteered to furnish music for dancing and thus won our esteem and undying gratitude. There was no grand jury investigation as those in charge were exonerated after the profuse apologies of the orchestra leader. Furthermore, in spite of the un- propitious beginning the evening ended enjoyably. But after the Prom difficulties and when our class made a rather poor showing at the interclass track meet on Field Day, we began to feel as if fate were against us. However, we feel that we have retrieved our reputation and have put through the events of senior year with a success equal to thpt of previous classes. At last the year of years had come. It was our desire to make our final bow with a flourish, to make our last gesture a graceful one. Our class officers at the pres- ent are Mary Patch, president; Robert Elwell, vice-president ; Eliza- beth Gove, treasurer; and Stella Ciolek, secretary. Our first social event in our sen- ior year was the play. After weeks of preparation, the night of nights came. The hall was crowded with an eager throng which had assem- bled to witness the youthful Thespians. In spite of the fact that Greenlaw and Ciolek couldn’t learn to laugh the play was a marked success. Greenlaw, by the way, ex- cept for his laugh carried off many of the laurels of the evening. Mary McTernan was charming in the stel- lar role, and Elwell was all that could be desired as a hero. The next event of importance was a poverty social at which the juniors were our guests. What a masquer- ade ! It was a revelation to see how destitute some members of the fac- ulty could look, to say nothing of many of the pupils present. The prizes were captured by Miss Blod- gett and Jimmy Bates who dis- played unusual talent in the art of disguise. One other memorable event of the year was the appointment of Colonel Cole to guard the lair of a wild beast located behind the desk in Room IV. The honor of this po- sition and the duties involved made it necessary for him also to act as a body guard to a certain teacher when a book was to be procured from or returned to the book room. To speak more seriously, how- ever, we regret the loss of Jimmy Merson as a graduate of our class who was forced to be out with in- fantile paralysis during the epi- demic. We have enjoyed his pres- ence in Room IV during the latter part of the year and wish him all success with the class of ' 29. Thus we have terminated our four years in Manning — years that will never depart from our memory, years by which we have profited both educationally and socially. We thank the principal and faculty and all who have contributed to the happiness and success of these four years. And in closing let me para- phrase the immortal words of ' Julius Caeser : “We came. We saw. We con- quered.” — Peter Gonis. 18

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GIFTS TO BOYS I was sitting ’neath an apple tree, A problem on my mind, When a bluebird hopped before me And offered to be kind. We grew very confidential And chatted for a while ; Then he gave me a suggestion So I scarce could hide a smile. He said that he would dictate What to give each Senior Boy; And then began to imitate An oracle, oh joy! And this is what the bird told me As I sat beneath that tree ; So, boys, if you don’t like your gifts Don’t blame it all on me. To Francis Connor, your collegian. Whose socks oft hang below Give this pair of fancy garters So he’ll have some more to show. Robert Cole’s a flirt you know Give to him these twin lassies To remind him of the girls With whom he talked in English classes. Joe Carey as class athlete Has won renown and fame : To him present this football, A memento of the same. Clarence Dupray, though looking calm. Tikes well a prettv miss: His trips to the Egounis farm May link up well with this. (Egg.) To Lawrence Hills this little cap. For he must need the same; He always had to borrow one To wear up to the game. • Bronek Alhowik is very small But what a little pest! To him present this citronella And give us all a rest. To Theodore Ciolek mischief maker Give this eraser from Room IV To remind him when he washed the boards And also swept the floor. Dick Durham is class orator He knows just what to say. To him present this soap-box It may be of use some day. Allison Sheppard, as you know. Of his sweater makes a billboard Here’s a great big sheriff’s badge To be added to his hoard. Peter Gonis seems so innocent When there’s trouble in the air. To him just give this angel’s harp So we’ll know that he is there. Trafford Morong’s writing Is ' the worst in M. H. S. To avoid trouble at Northeastern Give him this printing press. John Goodhue looks like Lindbergh So all his classmates say To him give this aeroplane So he’ll fly like him someday. Give one to Jimmie Bates as well To go a faster clip. His auto is so blooming slow It needs a tardy slip. Earle Greenlaw likes little girls He greets them by the score. To take their place when out of school Give him just this one more. To Bickerton this spool of thread, A needle, and a thimble. So when his father needs some help His fingers will be nimble. To Charlie, your class whisperer. Present this megaphone Which he’s to use reversibly To make his wishes known. Atkinson sticks like Le Page’s glue ; ’T is shown in his love for Mabel. With this he may continue to stick 20