Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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parting from dear old Manning was not far distant. At our first class meeting our officers Ervin Lang- maid, president; John Bialek, vice president; Margaret Hamm, secre- tary; and Sylvia Todd, treasurer, were elected. In November we had a junior- senior social at which everyone had an enjoyable time. Mr. Conary, in an exhibition of what he called the “Consolation Hop,” proved himself to be as entertaining as ever. In keeping with tradition we pre- sented a three act play in the Town Hall in February. This time it was “Tweedles” by Booth Tarkington. In spite of Austin’s bashfulness he was persistent and made a “hit” as a lover. Eleanor Mitchell as Mrs. Albergone plaved the part of an elderly, dignified, vet charming la- dy to perfection. However, no des- cription of the play would be com - plete without me ntioning the ap- nearance and actions of Hayes and Sholes. Haves is our class bluffer anyway ; so his actions on the stage were only natural. Everyone in the cast deserves much credit for his hard work and co-operation with the coaches and managers. Immediately after the senior play, rehearsals were begun for our operetta “Jerry of Jericho Road.” which was presented in the Town Hall, April 6. Since this was one of our last public appearances, we strove to do our best. Eleanor Mitchell as “Jerry,” Margaret Hamm at “Let.” Murray Adams as “Pete,” all did fine work, not to mention Harold Sholes as a “detec- tive” and Earl McCormick, our class pest, as “Corn Bean” with his ever- present hot-water bottle. The col- orful scene of the masquerade was by far the best throughout the en- tire show. With the efforts of Mr. and Mrs. Tozer our attempts were fruitful, and the operetta was a suc- cess in every way. After the operetta, our thoughts then turned to the preparations for graduation. But our preparations this year were somewhat limited because of the work of “Old Man Depression.” However we broad- minded seniors looked the situation squarely in the face, took every- thing into consideration and agreed to simplify our graduation festivi- ties. Both the boys and girls tucked away their pride in their deepest pockets when it came to the sub- ject of clothes, but in spite of this we looked forward to our gradua- tion with great anticipation. And so with graduation we come to the end of our high school ca- reer. Over many a rough and diffi- cult road have we traveled but our ambition was and will be in the fu- ture — to achieve success in lives of service. Class Prophecy By Catherine Lucey and James Austin Time: 1953 Place: Auditorium of the New Ipswich High School Scene: Class Reunion Banquet Jim: (Picking up nlace card) Found at last. Did you have as hard a time as I in finding yourself? For a time I was completely lost. Kay: Well if you’re the person 27

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several times, but that was a small matter and the play was declared a success. It was during this year that the first operetta “Peggy and the Pi- rate” was held, and although our parts were only minor ones, our bosoms swelled with pride at the thoughts of our first public appear- ance. Thus the happy days of our soph- omore year passed, and in the fall of 1931 we were juniors — upper- classmen. A few of the more serious began to settle down, do some real studying, and think more seriously about the future. We were proud of our new posi- tion and elected for our class offi- cers: Ervin Langmaid, president; Tony Budzianowski, vice president; Margaret Hamm, secretary ; and Sylvia Todd, treasurer. Our junior social activities are ones long to be remembered. The first of these was the junior-senior social at which, for the first time in many years, there were no wall flowers. In December we presented a short Christmas play entitled “Here Lies the Child.” “Tad” Davis made an excellent elderly lady while Helen Kozeneska and Jane Bokron ap- peared as two angels. We all admit that Helen looked like an angel, but most of us are still a bit dubi- ous about Jane. Soon after the Christmas assem- bly committees were elected and preparations for the Prom were be- gun. The preparations were going smoothly enough when some of our bashful boys refused to be in the grand march, but they only wanted to be coaxed a little by the girls. At last the night of nights arrived ! The hall was prettily decorated with class colors — blue and white — and the decoration committee under the supervision of Miss Blodgett de- serves much credit for its work. The Prom was a success. In February we received our class rings and displayed them far and near. “The Belle of Bagdad,” the op- eretta, was presented April 8, at the Town Hall. It was at this time that many of us displayed our mu- sical talents in a surprising manner. Eleanor Mitchell at “Jewel” the daughter of the Caliph, Margaret Hamm, and many others deserve much credit for their fine work. The colorful scenes depicting the Orien- tal land and the many colored lights contributed greatly to the success. Junior- Senior Day in May proved to be very humorous. The baseball game was the chief amusement of the afternoon. The terms consist- ed of five beys and four girls from the two classes. “Bea” Austin, “Tad” Davis, “Margie” McLeod, and “Patchie” were the outstanding feminine baseball players from our class. We all anree, however, that “Margie” and “Bea” who rdaved in the field were the champions who missed every ball. Nevertheless they were good sports and we ad- mire their courage. The seniors won of course. In the evening a so- cial was heM. The whole dav proved to be an enjovable one for everybody and provided a good send off for the Class of 1932. With the arrival of our senior year we began to realize that our 26

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I think you are, it’s only natural. Jim: Why! I don’t know how to take that. Personally I’d take it as a little — Kay: Well I glanced at that ha- rassed face and I couldn’t help but recognize you. Jim: And such wholesale flippan- cy could not come from any other person than — Kay : Catherine — just as sure as 1 used to sit behind you in French class. Jim : I can see where this will be a litt le more interesting than I an- ticipated. I’m glad I recognized you. Have you time to talk? Kay: You mean I recognized you. If I hadn’t recognized you, you would have sat there in complete oblivion. And I always find time to talk. Jim : That’s fine. Kay : Let’s see if your tongue is as lively as ever. Tell me about yourself. Jim : Oh me. There is nothing to say. I board the seven-fifteen for Lynn every morning. I’m correspon- dent reporter for “The Daily Rec- ord.” Nov let me know what you’re doing. Kay: Just what I said I was go- ing to do. My contract with R.K.O. Keith’s in Boston has just expired, and I ran down here to take in the reunion. It does seem mce to see the faces of our former classmates, to forget about the cares and wor- ries of the day, and to live over again the days at dear old Man- ning. Jim: You certainly hit the nail on the head, Kay, and what’s more I think if more people did a little more thinking and a little less wor- rying, the number of pessimists would decrease rapidly. Kay : Philosophy from you is sur- prising. Do you commute? Jim: Yes, but not alone. Do you see that business looking individual sitting over there with an inquisi- tive frown on her face? Kay: That’s Anne Patch. Jim: No less. She’s a journalist on my paper, and we see consider- able of each other on the train. Just at present we’re using the paper as a medium to promote John Bialek’s presidential campaign. His face is easily recognized. Kay: Yes it still has retained its sunburned hue. I’ve been talking with some other members and gleaned some facts as to their do- ings in the last twenty years. You see Clifford Bradstreet and George Blodgett? They’re in the garage business now. Jim : What ! Bradstreet in partner- ship ? He always appeared to me to be a lone martyr of a lost cause. But it seems to me he did have a leaning towards that in the first place. What do you think of the new high school and principal Pet- er Retales ? Kay: Well, it’s one consolation to know that the pupils won’t have to dodge falling plaster. Look at that conteirmlative man there with the beard. Who can it be ? Jim: Well I may not be good at remembering faces but that’s Ern- est Smith or I’ll eat my hat. What did you find out about him in your quest for information. Kay: He’s a man of letters now. He went far in the fields of chem- 28