Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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ed them away curious about the si- lently watching group and not with- out a small doubting fear preying upon them. The group consisted of two elder- ly people, a man and a woman, a young lady, and a young man. The were dressed in afternoon sport clothes and indeed they had just left the most exciting derby race of the season in response to an urgent telegram that had brought them here hurriedly to stand for so long with such tense and solemn fac- es. Near them was their high pow- ered, low-slung gray car. At last against the rose rays of the setting sun three planes ap- peared in formation. The silver plane was in the lead — a gray flash against the sky — that would be the doctor! The two behind would be his nurses and assistants. The watch ing group held its breath. Would they be on time ? The car raced to the planes as soon as they were mo- tionless. America’s greatest surgeon was rushed from plane to car, and thence to New York’s most famed hospital. More slowly the occu- pants of the other two planes fol- lowed. The scene at which they had arrived was one of calm and quiet. The great surgeon had tak- en charge and at once he made pi-eparation for the necessaiy op- ei ation on the still figure of the pale young man on the bed. The operation was successful! An intei ' ested observer of the whole incident went away mai vel- ing and with respect and awe in his heart foi the men who had made possible so gi’eat a progress in civi- lization, that through the combina- tion of machinery and skill this group was made happy. — Phyllis Haggerty. THE HOUR OF PEACE The hour of peace is when the wings of twilight fold Their colors of vaporous sapphire, mauve and gold, Around an earth overflowing with sorrow. When each blade of grass and leaf seems to borrow Its radiant hue from the twilight’s subtle color. Sweetest then the dreams men wrought Around the lovelier things never bought. Saddest then the hearts of those In whose hearts the love for others never rose. Quieter then is boisterous youth. The songs of the birds are softer then And the evening primrose their fra- grance lend To the earth the perfumed wealth of its flower. Oh sweet and peaceful hour. When twilight unfolds her colorful wings ! — Marietta Scotton. A NIGHT SETTING In the blackness of the night, a man stood on the edge of a high cliff on the mountainside. Far be- low him twinkled the lights of a small village. Spi’ead thi-ough the dai ' kness they looked like a silvei spangled scaiT tossed carelessly over a dai’k curtain. Beside the vil- lage a rivei’ cast foilh a dull steel glint and across its banks the flood lights of an aii i)ort shone like a lai ' ge flashing jewel. Failher upon the mountainside behind the man, a solitary gleam from his cabin

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Editorial At last, aftei- four yoai’s of labor we have won the lon ’ sou ht-for prize — oui- (iii)lonias. Now we shall all stall out on the e(]ual basis of a hi h school education. Rut after graduation our ways part. Some of us will attend other schools, to eipiip us more fully foi- our chosen line. Others will start I’i iit in to work, relyinj entirely on the knowl- edji ' e and ex])erience g’ained in hij li school. Rut whatever we are plan- ning to do, we have all foi-mulated very clear ideas of what we expect to obtain from life. Almost everyone will a i ' ce that happiness is what we all seek. Everything that we do is done with the hoi)e of obtaining happiness for ourselves. This is not a selfish statement for if we make others happy, we ought to bring happiness to ourselves also. Happiness is found in different ways by different ])eople. Some find it in material things, some in spiritual. Some may find it in wealth, power, position and all that they bring, some in helpfulness, kindness, and love for his fellow man. Rut, no matter how we go about to gain our end, we shall succeed so long as we keep faith in ourselves. For without con- fidence in our own abilities we can do nothing. CUB STAFF 1930 - 1931 Editor-in-chief Gladys Durham Literary Editors, Ralph Ladd, Ruth Flewelling, Winifred Austin. Rusiness Manager John Patch Alumni Editor Norma Tozer Social Editor Harriette Goodhue Art Editor Ruth Reals Class Reporters : ’31 Frances Kitchen ’32 Eleanor King ’33 Ann Patch ’34 Athletic Editor Frank Machj Exchange Editor Frances Ames Joke Editor Ashley Jewett Literary LITERARY DEPARTMENT PROGRESS Airplanes of all colors zoomed overhead. Rrown army planes, sil- ver navy planes, orange commercial planes, red, black yellow, green bi- planes, monoplanes, trimeters, bom- bers, — but to the anxious party waiting on the ground they had none of the fascination common to usual visitors of this much visited sky thoroughfare. With eyes fixed steadily upon the western horizon they saw uncomprehendingly the slowly setting sun and its brilliant colors. Their tension was conveyed in a slight degree to the thinning crowd gathered around the hang- ars. Many lingered until time call-

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piorceil the Klooni. The silence was enhanced by the slij ht murmur of the winds which stirred the vast tract of i)ine below him. To his left the moon bi ' oke through the thick foliage of the trees to cast a dancing silver ray upon a silently llowing mountain brook. Suddenly the silence was broken l)y the sound of crashing underbrush and the man held his breath as a beautiful stag stepped into the patch of moonlight with his antlers lifted high and his sensitive head poised gracefully. The man scarce- ly breathed as the wonderful crea- ture slowly drank from the clear, liquid depth of the stream and then whirled around and with another crashing of foliage was gone. Si- lence reigned once more as the man slowly climbed the path to his cab- in and, looking back, he saw a sil- ver spangled scarf sparkling against its black velvet setting and further off a large glowing jewel flashing. — Phyllis Haggerty. THE VICTIMS OF THE MOAT Taken captive on the day of her betrothal to the gallant young Sir Roderick Maseville, fair Lady Ellen stood there, in her cell-like room in the turret of the castle of her cap- tor, the Duke of Marlborough, and watched the rays of a fiery morning sun usher in another day of mono- tonous captivity. She had spent a sleepless night knowing that this very day her lover would storm the duke’s castle, capture the duke, and rescue her. It he should fail — ? The very thought was horrifying. She lifted the mattress of the bed and took from under it Sir Roder- ick’s shield which she had secreted beneath her big cape during the flight. She went to the massive win- dow and opened wide the shutters and the bright sun’s rays danced and sparkled on the shield. For a long time she gazed fondly at it looking out across the hills occasion- ally to get a glimpse of Sir Roder- ick’s banners when he should come. It was thus that the Duke of Marl- borough found her when he came to pay his daily visit, do his daily pleading for her hand in marriage, and then threaten her very life when she refused him. On this particular morning, the duke, having heard of Sir Roder- ick’s plans, was in no mood to list- en to a refusal, much less to look upon this picture which presented itself. He entered suddenly, giving Lady Ellen no time to conceal the shield, and upon seeing it the duke rushed forward, seized it (not with- out effort), and recognized the coat of the House of Maseville engraved upon its face. A struggle for the shield ensued making stronger La- dy Ellen’s love and increasing the duke’s hatred. Lady Ellen would never, as long as she breathed, al- low that shield to fall in anyone else’s hands. Suddenly there came the sound of a trumpet and from the window La- dy Ellen saw Sir Roderick crossing the distant hills at the head of two hundred brave knights. The duke was strong and cowardly, the lady’s love young and strong. She would have fought to her last breath but the duke was willing to come to terms for Lady Ellen’s cries could be heard throughout the bare old walls of the castle, and already Sir Rod- erick had gained the outer wall and had only to get control of the draw- bridge in order to reach his fair one. The duke laid the shield on the sill of the open window; Lady Ellen, as if to reassure herself of 16