Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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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

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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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As long as he is able. (glue) When Albert Hall this ribbon Around his stray locks ties, He may perhaps be able To keep them from his eyes. These rubber heels for Elwell A fitting gift will be For when he clatters through the hall He makes noise enough for three. For Hartley Hills, class woman hater. Who never hunts for mates We’ll institute a sudden change For him a supply of dates. And here the bluebird ended He’d covered them all you see ; And then he ouickly wended His way through the apple tree. I had no chance to thank him For he flew so very fast; But I was very grateful For I had the gifts at last. Now, bovs, I hope you like your gifts As told beneath that tree; Put, if vou don’t, remember Don’t blame it all on me. — Evelyne Johnson. CLASS PROPHECY PLACE — Maude Emerson’s Beauty Parlor, Palm Beach, Florida. time— 1945. Ciolek — So it really is you. I saw your sign, “Maude Emerson — Beauty Specialist.’’ You know me, of course ? Emerson — Teddy Ciolek, my old classmate. What has brought you to Palm Beach? Ciolek — PM a salesman, travel- ing for the American Beautv Clay Comnanv. So you’re a beauty specialist? How about a manicure for a sample of your work? Emerson — Surely. Sit here and we can talk while I work. Tell me about yourself and your business. Ciolek — Well, Pve traveled about the world a bit in the last twelve years and Pve seen a few people. There’s Earl Greenlaw whom I met in Wyoming. You remember he liked lots of attention from the girls? He has plenty now. He’s a Mormon. Mary McTernan owns a ranch in Montana. When I was out there I visited her and she was perfectly happy with her “Hors- man.’’ She told me that Charlie Lampropoulos was a ranger not many miles away. He chose the v ide open spaces. She also knew where Hartley Hills had taken him- self. Our cIrss woman-hater has withdrawn from the society of la- dies and is a hermit in the North Woods. I must tell you mv exper- iences in Chicago. I was there on business for a few days and wanted to go to a hotel. I hailed a taxi and up drove Peter Gonis. He greeted me heartily, as he would, and we talked for some time. He said he liked his job very much, for he’s a real, tough taxi-driver now in a real tough place. We talked of old times, and he told me that Joe Carev is a locomotive engineer. He used to rush the ball through center and now he’s rushing people fbroun ' h territory. When I got to the hotel, Peter and I said p ood- bye and T went in to register. There behind the bar stood Mariorie ■Rragdon. She keeps books there. When T thought of all the practice she had had keeping. her date book, I knew she must makef:a very effi- cient bookkeener. But this wasn’t all the good fortune for me. The next morning I called a bell-hop and T’il never forget mv surprise . at the prompt servi ' e I received from Jimmie Bates. Pie was alwavs so slow when he came to M. H. . S. While st ndin ' i ' in the lobby I saw a short man with very keen eyes ap- 21