Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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To Raymond Klinger, one half of our class lovers, I give this roadster and advise him to fill it up with ‘‘Ethyl.” To Stephen Lampropoulos, this banana so that he will never be homesick. To Arnold LeClair, this cane to support him so that he won’t fall down when he has to make a speech. To Charles Machaj and George Pechillis, these modern trucks to replace the old ones. To Howdie Merry, these roller skates to facilitate his walking trips from Rowley to Hamilton. To Theodore Mavroides, one of our women haters, this club to drive off any female admirers. To Joe Player, this little “Austin” to accompany him on his trips about the country side. To William Poor, our whimsical jester, a nutcracker. To Stanley Mason, a tool kit for the handy man of Manning High. To Charles Sayward, this aero- plane equipped with a parachute. It will be safer than his Ford when it collapses. To Russell Sheppard, this mega- phone so that he can be heard if not seen. To Kendall Tilton, this weight (Waite) in remembrance of the Chemistry lab. Scales and his little freshman friend. To Joseph Weltchek, this mouse trap as a step toward trapping for bigger game. To Richard Garrett, these kilties so that he may be properly attired when he goes out with his Scotch lassie. To John Bokron, this football to use to keep in trim for further pig- skin glory. To Julian Warner, who would have been our class pest if we had elected one, this can of Flit. To John MacKerron, who has shown such capable leadership as our president this year, this gavel to restore order in future meetings he may have to conduct. To Henry Cowles, a bag of vigoro so that he may grow a mustache as speedily as he has been known to remove one. Having parted with my child- hood treasures, my only hope is that the new owners will receive as much enjoyment from them as I did. 31

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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

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Class Will B e it remembei ' ed that we, the class of 1985 of Ipswich in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, being of sound mind and memory, but knowing the uncertainty of this life, do make this our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us at any time here- tofore made. After the payment of our just debts and funeral charges we be- queath and devise as follows: To the Faculty: Item: To our helpful and sym- pathetic principal and teaching staff, we leave our deepest grati- tude for their tireless efforts that have encouraged us even in our darkest hours. Item : The hope that they will be teaching in a new building in the near future. Item : A portable bell ringer so that the bell may be rung from any room in the building. To the Bench Warmers: Item : Every modern con- venience to make their life an easy one. Item : Soft, downy, benches upon which to park their weary bodies. Item : A New Deal time limit of one period as the maximum pen- alty. To the Student Body: Item : Steel lockers on each side of the corridors. Item: A 1935 stream lined high school with free wheeling elevators. Item : A waste basket for their old books. Item: The privilege of sitting in the sophomore benches. Item: The pleasure of seeing the freshmen get lost. To the Sophomores: Item: The honor of being upper classmen. Item : The privilege of indulging in that ancient pastime — initiating “freshies.” To the Juniors: Item : The honor and privilege of occupying the benches in the sec- tion befitting seniors in chapel. Item: The pleasure of producing a Senior Play. Item : The gratification of finally having Room IV as a home room. To Angie Anzuoni, a tent in which to camp out with her foot- ball hero. To Doris Arthur, A Stradivarius. To Jean Austin, a cushion for the coverless ice box where she enter- tains her boy friend in the evening. To Mary Bakula, a place on next year’s honor roll. To Janet Clapp, a crook so that she can hook her Shepherd. To Statia Cuik, trips to Newbury- port in a Rolls-Royce. To Marion Cole, a bagpipe to lure her McKenney on. 32