Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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had no door on my tent and at times 1 was almost certain that I saw strange shapes and forms flitting about among the trees. I was not at all frightened but was becoming rather lonesome. At length I drop- ped off to sleep with thoughts of ghosts and spirits still lingering in my mind . I do not know how long I had slept when I was awakened by a low moaning outside my tent. At first I thought it might be the wind but as it continued I knew it must be something worse. At length 1 gained courage and demanded in a hoarse whisper, “Who goes there, friend or foe?” In response to my question a strange form appeared at the doorway and seemed to float rather than to walk up to my bed- side. For a moment I was petrified. At length the figure spoke, say- ing, “I am the spirit of Heartbreak Hill who has come to help you with the gifts for the girls of the class of ’30.” Immediately I thought of the beautiful Indian maiden who, years ago had been so heart-broken on a rock not far away. I was beginning to feel more comfortable. But as the moon came out from behind a black cloud and I was able to see the per- son before me, 1 was greatly disap- pointed to find that she was not beautiful at all, but a bent, wrin- kled faced, old woman who grinned down upon me. The creature intei’i ' upted my thoughts and said, “I come directly from the dark lower world and I am intimately acquainted with all the girls of your class. I will tell you suitable gifts foi them.” I was much surpi’ised that one from the dark lower world, where the wild and wayward spirts dwell, should know anything about the girls of my class but nevertheless I gave her the names of the girls and this is what she told me. “To Phyllis McCormick, the fierce man-hater of your class, you should give this strong shield, that she may protect herself from Cu- pid’s piercing arrows. To Althea Frazier, this garage man who will change her tires for her should she ever be without her “Jack.” To Helen Bemis, this pair of bracelets that she may never sepa- rate herself from her friend, Virgin- ia Smith. To Kathryn Sheehan, this medi- cine chest so that when she feels ill, she may have a certain “Herb” to comfort and cure her. To Thelma VlacKenny, who has attained some fame as a vocal solo- ist this pitch pipe that she may al- ways get the right pitch. To Virginia Scahill these lemons should she ever get tired of “Pickle.” To Irma Conant, who has such a soft sweet voice this loud speaker that she may make herself heard. To Ruth Bailey, your class musi- cian ,this grand piano. To Elsie W tson, this little wax fish that she may always remember her happy diiys with anothei ' in Gloucester. To Dorothea Scahill, a powerful hunting rille to remind her of her good times among the “Wiles.” To Virgina Smith, youi- class vamp, this make-up kit that she may always be an rJtraction for the men. To Edith Itichardson, this mega- phone as a token of remembi’ance of hei days as cheei- leadei’ for the teams of Ma iir ' ng High. To Mary i bmderson, wlio lias fi e- (jiiently boi rovv-jd her lunch from Todd, a l)ox full of cheese niblets. 31

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wi and nuislache appeared ex- tremely vicious for a little fellow. I ' atch, the mischief maker in the corner, was certainly a hit in the jiart of a bishop, and as for chorus Kiris, . iary Hrennan and flora Kust took the prize. Kven bashful cieorK’e Hall, our little freshman chaser, turned out O. K. Ah I The biK event arrived at last. W e were to have our pictures taken. What an event it was! The girls came to school all primped up, and the boys, all hoping to look like John Barrymore, posed with that he-man expression. When the pic- tures arrived, there was much sigh- ing and groaning amid the war cry of “Got a picture of me?” Although the pictures wei’e taken, we see by the advertisement in “The Tiger” that the Purdy Studio is still doing business. Near the last of April of this pres- ent school year the juniors gave the seniors a farewell dance with mu- sic furnished by the school orches- tra. The hall was prettily decorat- ed in the senior class colors and they had also made attractive dance or- ders for the occasion. It was a suc- cessful affair and the seniors take this opportunity to thank the ju- niors for a very good time. This was the last real event for us as seniors until graduation and we began to realize that our school days in Manning High were about over. W e regretted this as we real- ized that we were leaving behind us the happiest days of our life. The last few weeks were busy but happy ones and we are glad they were because it took our thoughts away from leaving Mann- ing High School which had shel- tered us for four long years and furnished us with many happy mem- ories. GIFTS TO GIRLS Sumner Raymond A short time ago, realizing that graduation was drawing near, I set to thinking what 1 should present as gifts to the girls of the class of 1930. But think as 1 might, I could ai rive at no definite conclusions. Days passed and still I had no gifts. 1 was becoming very anxious. As you see I have them all at present! 1 did not get them, however, through my own ingenuity, but in another strange and almost unbe- lievable manner. This is my story. This fine summer weather which we have been having of late aroused within me a feeling of uneasiness. I wanted to get out into the wide open spaces. I decided to go camping. So I took my tent and other camp- ing paraphernalia and one evening strolled to the top of Heartbreak Hill. Just as the beautiful sun was sinking into the west, I forgot all my troubles and gazed at the glorious sunset. Never before had I realized what love I had for the grandness of nature. At length I pitched my tent and was about to retire when I noticed to my great disappointment that the atmosphere had changed. The golden rays of the sun no longer lit up the heavens but in their place were dark overhanging clouds, swept along by a stiff wind which sent little shivers running up and down my back. A storm was ap- proaching. Soon I could hear the raindrops pattering on the leaky roof of my tent, which was being hurled back and forth by the fierce wind. Strange to say the grandness of na- ture and the wide open spaces had lost all attraction for me. To make the situation more uncomfortable, I 30

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that she may novel liun ry. ' ho iMai y Slone, this camera so that slie may take snapsliots of her boy friends, thus obviating the ne- cessity of buying a picture of a whole team in order to get one of a particular boy. ' fo Hope Claxton, who is famed as a lover in your class, this milk pail, so that she may learn the ways of the farm in preparation foi a life as a farmer’s wife. To Marion Saltzberg, this pair of non-breakable glasses for use if she should tvei war t to play girls’ bas- ketball again. To Mai ' garet MacLean, Rufina Pollard, Laureen Phelan, and Helen Lamiiropoulos who are all such quiet girls, these rather clamorous instruments with which they may form a kitchen orchestra. To Phyllis Pickard, this little boat in which she may go sailing with Captain Howe. ' fo Helen Foster, who is quite an authority on jazz music, this fish- hoi’ii with which she may join our jazz orchestra. To Flora Rust, this fine horse, with the advice, “Never give up the Chase.” To Chai ' lotte Cuik, this basket and ball to serve as a reminder of hei happy days in basketball. To Phyllis Haggerty, an umbrella to use when the weather is “Cloudy.” To Marietta Scotton, who writes such muSiCal poems about flowers, ti ees and brooks, this bull-frog whose melodies will certainly in- spii e her to verse. To Gretchen Lovell, this nurse’s uniform in which she may be a great help to a certain medical stu- dent. To Kathleen Morphew, this fine coal hod in which she may carry her “I ' ete. ’ To Ethel Galanis, this beautiful harj) that she may hold the title of class saint undisputed and add to her saintly accomplishments. To Mary Brennan, your class in- fant, this bottle of Mellin’s Food for healthy babies.” It was then that the old creature’s voice died away. I looked around and found that she was nowhere to be seen. I should have preferred to thank her but now that she was gone, what did I care ? I had my gifts, and besides she wasn’t the beautiful Indian maiden anyway. GIFTS FOR BOYS Mary Stone When drifting down the river in my canoe so fast And building castles in the air which surely could not last, Wondering and thinking of some gifts for senior boys. I was suddenly brought back to earth by a loud and startling noise. I had bumped into a pirate ship and there was Captain Kidd. He gave me this old sea chest and nailed down the lid. The contents were surprising; there was nothing else to do But to take the gifts safely home and present them now to you. Pee Wee Dolan, our baby boy and also our class pest, To steal your lunch he’ll try his very, very best. This pair of kiddy rompers for him was surely meant. And by bold Captain Kidd and his pirates sent. 32