Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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istry and has discovered many new ideas and theories. To think, though, that the baby of the class should change so Tn twenty years. Jim : I thought he was cut out for an orchestra but one never can tell. Now you can’t fool me on that face. That’s Albert Anzuoni. But why the worried furtive look on his unshaven face ? Kay: Can’t you see? Do you re- member that quiet reserved little girl who semed to have an option on Za ? Jim : Why, Ilene Smith. Kay: Just so. She isn’t quite sure of Za even now, but I guess it’s pretty certain. She still looks like Ilene, doesn’t she? Jim : Certainly does. Do you know who’s responsible for all those cute little delicatessen shops that seem to be popping up everywhere ? Kay: Why it sems that Helen Galanis always had a burning de- sire to own a group of stores and now she’s satisfying her ambition. Jim : A lot of us had high flung ambitions. Take Mable Currier. I haven’t seen her. She went out to seek her fortune. Kay : She was sitting over in the corner with some other Rowleyites. It seems she found a berth in the new high school teaching American History. Jim: Back to the fold, eh? Kay: Yes. and that’s not all. Rose Poirier teaches French in the new institution of learning. Jim: Please don’t mention French. Tt was one of my stumbling blocks. Go on. You seem well post- ed. Kay: I need no urging. I’ll wag- er those two quiet looking people sitting yonder are unfamiliar to your eyes. Jim : Ask me something hard. That’s Ervin Langmaid and Beatrice Austin. What are they doing, though ? Kay: Happily married; at least to all outward appearances. They sort of team up, don ' t they? Elea- nor Mitchell and Theodore Rice combined talents and found success over the radio as “The Harmoniz- ers.’’ Jim : One moment. I can see one person I don’t have to ask about. Kay: And that is — ? Jim : Barbara Arthur. She cap- italized one of her most effective and dangerous attributes. She rolls her eyes now, and Hollywood pays, and the whole world sighs. Kay: Other people have been basking in the floodlights of public notoriety. While I was in Boston the other day, I was attracted by a bill-board. Jim: Yes, go on. Who was re- sponsible ? Kay : The same one who is enter- taining us to-night, Lillian Player. She is a dancer and in great de- mand. Jim: Well, one usually falls into the groove that fits him best. We follow our calling. If we start off on the wrong track, it doesn’t take long to find out and make a new start. Take Jane Bokron, she cer- tainly takes the part of an artist. I think the starvation diet of the ar- tist is helm ' n her avoirdupois. Kav: Yes, but there are always a few who keep the home fires burn- ing. That contented couple, talking 29

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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

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so earnestly, is a good example of that. Jim: Murray Adams and Sylvia Todd? Kay: Yes, sir, and living now in a house on the Rowley-Ipswich line to avoid contention. Jim : And there are some left who say marriages are a failure. Alice Wegzyn is married to a corn fed farmer. Kay: But you never can tell. Thelma Davis, for instance, was, as one would have thought, destined to be one of the first. The one with the glasses and the book under her arm. She’s the school librarian. Jim : Some of them seem to take an interest in hiding their true call- ing. Edgar Adams was another. Who would think that that red headed rabbit hunter would turn out to be the platinum blonde pro- prietor of a New York Night Club. Kay : This world is full of sur- prises. I’d never believe that Mary Fido could add so much to her sta- ture in this time. She must be all of six feet : Jim: Just about. Even some of the most unlikely people have turned over a new leaf. We needed a plumber the other day, and who do you suppose responded to our distress signal ? Kay: A plumber, I suppose. Jim : Actually, or at least he had all the traits of one. He forgot his tools twice and lost three Stillson wrenches down the drain. I guess he had his mind on family matters. If facts were known, I think we’d find that his voyage over the matri- monial seas in rather tempestuous Yes, sir: tempestuous. Did you ever hear that word before ? Kay: That was Johnny Hayes,, the inebriated constable of the Sen- ior Play. Jim: None other. But I can’t place that person there. His face is — Kay : That’s Earle McCormick of Rowley. Does he revive pleasant memories of senior play days? Jim: Does he! He’s an account- ant, is he not? Rather stout. Kay: I’ll say, I understand that Katheleen Singer is heiress to a for- tune. I guess she can afford to own and pilot her own car now just like her boy friend. Jim : It was her ambition. Who is that fresh young thing there with the winsome smile ? Kay : She looks as if she had had a course with Edna Wallace Hop- per. But no, it’s Beatrice Mosher. She’s in the hairdressing business now. Jim: Well, live and learn. I think my nails need attending to and I could use a facial. Kay: Now, James. Jim : I can see two old cronies. Where you see one, the other is bound to be in the offing. Kay : They are easily recognized, aren’t they? Dorothea Clapp runs a taxi and Mildred takes in fares. Jim : That’s combining business with pleasure. I can tell you some- thing about George Bournazos. Kay: Please do. Jim : He’s a wrestling promoter, and his chief stock in trade is a black derby and a big black cigar. Kay: It only goes to show that we change our ambitions of lesser value to ones of better merit as we 30