Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Gifts to Girls By William Poor O NE day while worrying over what to give the girls of my class, I sought a brief respite in a game of solitaire. I got out all the cards but the Jack of Hearts and in vexation began to call him names. Whereupon I thought I saw him wink. I picked him up and started to examine his features a little more closely when suddenly I heard a voice say, “Are you the man that has to give gifts to the girls of 1935?” Somewhat startled I replied in the affirmative and glanced a- round, but I was quite alone. Then I stole another look at the Jack. He scowled at me and said, “If you want me to help you, you’ll have to pay attention. Start off by giving to : Ernestine Austin, our class blush- er, this little mask to hide her blushes. Anna Buturla, this dust pan and brush to keep her domestic. Helen Frederick, this little auto to make bill collecting easier than she found it on the ice cream sales. June Claxton, a package of gum to replace the many sticks she has lost. Ruth McCormack, this little note- book to keep track of her dances. Mildred Day, this little bicycle to bring her into town. Bessie Galanis, this badge to re- mind her of the Chief of Police’s son. Janet Gillis, this bundle of tick- ets to sell. Ruth Greene, this little Ham (n). Stella Kuconis, a hiker, this com- pass to help her find her way back. Norma Jewett, the ice pick to protect herself when her ice man calls. Angie Johnson, this laurel to crown the studious efforts of her senior year. Margaret Witham, this picture which shows a beautiful “Green field.” Charlotte Machaj, this automo- bile to take her to Newburyport. Eleanor MacDonald, this box of paints with which to exercise her talents. Phyllis Phelan, this little horse to indulge her love of riding. Lillian MacLean, this “sax” so that she may play duets with Dick. Sophie Merga, this book mark so that she may always be able to find her “Page.” Florence McPhail, a medicine dropper to use in training for a nurse. Mary Minichiello, the class baby, her bottle. Ethel Robicheau, a little cart to help Raymond deliver groceries. 29

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wieh Tonic Company. None other than Charlie Machaj. Francis Kent has become the proprietor of the Ford Motor Company in Ipswich. Austin : Really ! I’ve been told that the Geor eopouli are doin well in the restaurani business. Claxton: And Jimmie Karabelos has come up in the world from newsboy to the owner of a news store. He has just completed a book on the scientific and psycho- logical playing- of “hangman.” Austin: Stella Kuconis has ful- filled her lifelong ambition and has become a model in Filene’s, and Lillian MacLean is doing recre- ational work. Claxton: 1 see Phyllis Phelan has an exclusive riding school, and Eleanor MacDonald is upholding the family honor as the owner of the Ipswi ch-Rowley bus line. Austin: John McKerron is still trying in vain to comb out his au- burn curls. He graduated from Tech with honors and is instructor there now. Claxton: Yes, and I hear he’s in line for a professorship. Ruth Greene has settled down and mar- ried, Hamn bringing home the ba- con. And can you guess who won the hoop-rolling contest a few years ago at Wellesley? None other than Barbara Schofield, beating the next best by fifty yards, in spite of the fact that she had put on weight too. Austin : Anna Buturla and Sophie Sikora have opened a knit- ting shop on Central Street, and right next door George Pechilis has started a big wholesale grocery house. Claxton : Sonny Sayward is prac- sd0a i .i0iuT?AV ‘ 1 him in bread and butter. Pop is always getting in Dutch because his radio shop creates such an in- fernal disturbance that he is always being hauled into court, and Pop hires Sonny to get him out of his difficulties. Austin : But whatever became of Stan Mason ? The last I heard he was starting an orchestra. Claxton: Yes, and he’s making quite a success of it too. He broad- casts regularly for the dance mara- thon in Cambridge. Austin : Billy Poor just made his debut on the legitimate stage. I haven’t heard anything of Marshall Rogers. What’s he doing now? Claxton : Oh ! He’s making a good living at real estate and insurance, and Joe Weltchek is hunting big game. You remember how we used to hear how good a shot he was with a 22 ? Austin : Tilton’s gone into the lobster business. And with Florence McPhail and Sophie Merga, steno- graphers, I guess we’ve accounted for everyone. Oh, no, one more. I heard Russell Sheppard is a fashion expert in Paris. Claxton: Well, here we are in Ipswich. How the little town has grown up ! A new station, I see. That must be the new high school looming up in the distance. I sup- pose you’re stopping at the new Plaza de Lux hotel. I’ll call a taxi for you and help you with your luggage. Glad I happened to sit with you. It made the time pass so much more quickly. I shall be looking for you at the banquet this evening. So long for the present. Austin: Goodbye, and thank you for the assistance. See you later. 28

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Charlotte Mallard, a paint brush to help her artist friend paint pic- tures. Edna McGregor, this picture in which the “Cliff” may be seen very easily. Barbara Schofield, our prettiest girl, this modern fountain of youth, (compact) ??? ?? Sophie Sikora, this airplane with which to race Charlotte to New- bury port. Barbara Wood, a book on radio so that she may converse intelli- gently with an expert on the sub- ject. Somewhat dazed, I turned to thank the old boy, but he had re- sumed his rigid pose. I grabbed his gifts, however, and crammed them into this basket and have thus ful- filled my obligations. Henceforth 1 shall always entertain a friendly feeling for the Jack of ' Hearts. , Gifts to Boys A SHORT while ago I was busily engaged in the seasonal game of spring house cleaning. While I was devoting myself to the particu- larly detested task of cleaning our drawers and closets, I was search- ing the dusty corners of my brain for some ideas of what I could give my, classmates for parting gifts. As I looked into the back of a deep, dark closet, I saw a bag bulging with many odd looking shapes. Up- on looking inside the bag, I was greeted by numerous forgotten rel- ics of my lost childhood. Suddenly 1 thought, — why not use my old keepsakes for presents? The more I thought of the idea the better I liked it, and the less inclined I felt to go on a tiresome tour through Woolworth’s. Consequently the boys should feel doubly honored to know their gifts have stood the test of time and represent a treasured collection. To Charlie Bailey I give this booklet on “Billy the Boy Artist” which should furnish him with some new artistic ideas. To Frankie Ciolek and Marshall Rogers go these boxes of Wheaties to make them grow with the sincere hope that their effect will not be the same as in “Alice in Wonder- land.” To David Claxton, this alarm clock to awaken him from his dreams. To Wayne Eustace, this candy cigar to remind him of how grown up he looked in the Senior Play. To Thomas Gauld, this package of safety pins to add to his sweater collection. To George and Nicholas George- opoulos, these identification brace- lets. To James Karabelos, these shoes to replenish the supply of shoe leather he wears out on his paper route. To Francis Kent, this speedy means of conveyance from the country. 30