Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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for masquerade. Say, there’s Polly sitting over there on the goalpost. If I didn’t know her, I’d say she’d shrunk. At least, she’s sitting in the only place that will afford her a vantage view of the game ! Johnson: Polly turned down an offer to appear in Ringling’s circus as midget lady. That’s too bad as she would have met “Sticker” Pea- body who’s signed up as Strong Man. Savoy : Remember how he al- ways wanted to tear down the school single-handed ? Johnson: Yes. Do you see Teddy Machaj over there ? He’s a doctor, now. He’s always present at the games in case he should be needed. He keeps Everett Daniels in bread and butter. Everett’s an under- taker, you know. Together, they make a great send off pair! I bet you don’t know who coaches Man — I mean Ipswich High School now ? Savoy: No, I don’t. I’d like to, though. I want to interview him be- fore the game. Johnson: None other than your former captain. Savoy : Bill Horton ? Johnson: Yep. Bill made quite a name for himself in college foot- ball and has even thrown himself in- to his coaching job so thoroughly as to acquire a brilliant, shiny dome. Say, Mike, tell me, how come all football coaches are bald, or pretty near to it ? Savoy: Gosh, I don’t know, Ruthie. You’ve got me there. I’ll have to ask some of them. You say you live in Boston? Johnson: Yes, with my friend, “Sta.” We run a dress shop to- gether. Savoy: Pretty successful ,is it? Johnson: Yes, pretty. Savoy: Well, then tell me, are there any of our former classmates around those parts? Johnson: Well, yes, quite a few. The firm of LeClair and Comeau has its central offices in Boston. Savoy : I’m sorry, Ruthie, but you’ll have to tell me what this firm of LeClair and Comeau specialize in. You see, I haven’t been East in ages. Johnson: Don’t you know of the firm of LeClair and Comeau, the oil magnates? Why, they control prac- tically all the oil fields of South America. They’re just the names of the business though. Ralphie Hill is the real business brain behind it. You remember how he and Mr. Merson used to wrangle over the financial situation of the “Cub”? Savoy : Do I ? Say, that was the best part of those meetings. But, go on, tell me some more. Johnson: Well, . . . Oh, sure. You remember Barbara Gilbert? Savoy: She who used to urge on our class spirit at class meetings? I remember her. Johnson: Well, she’s a fashion designer, now. She supplies my shop with all the newest creations. 29

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fore, facing: the cold lens of the camera ? Realizing the embarrassment of these discouraged heart-breakers were they ignorant of the skill and grace of the terpsichorean art at the time of the reception, Doris Arthur and Barbara Gilbert, near the end of the year, organized a dancing class. Miss Arthur played the piano. The results on Friday evening will prove the skill of our instructors and the dilligence of their pupils. This brings me to the present and if I don’t sit down, I shall be rob- bing Savoy and Miss Johnson of the privilege of telling you about the fu- ture of our class. Class Prophecy B y Ruth Johnson and Marcel Savoy IMF: 1946. Place : Ipswich Stadium prior to football game. Savoy: (coming over to where Johnson is standing along side-line). Hello, Ruthie ! Johnson: Huh? Well, Mike Sa- voy ! Say, I’d recognize you a mile away with that famous hair of yours ! Savoy: Oh, you would, would you ? That’s funny ! Johnson: Funny? Savoy: Yes, funny. I’ve been waving and shouting, trying every- thing to attract your attention for about fifteen minutes — no luck. I finally had to come over here. Johnson. I suppose you wanted me to come over there ? Savoy : Exactly ! Johnson: Just like you! But how could you recognize me from way over there ? Savoy: Oh, I knew that serioir, mien the minute I sav it. It re- minded me too much of my sister-in- law of the senior play. But what are you doing here ? Johnson: I just took the day off to see good ol’ Manni — excuse me, I mean Ipswich High play Miami. I left my old school chum Stasia Cuik in charge of my dress shop in Bos- ton. But what pre you doing here? Savoy: Well, believe it or not I’m here on business. Because of the sectional rivalry between our old school and Miami, my paper sent me down here to cover the game. On the way down, I saw a huge billboard advertising the beau- tyfying virtues of “Stayoung” face cream and our own classmate, Po- tula Stamatakos, used as illustrative example. Johnson: Oh, you see those bill- boards all over. Another face you often see is that of Madame Jeanne Austane. Savoy : Who ? Johnson: Jean Austin, to you. At least, we knew her by that name. Nov she’s a great actress and has had to change her name. Savoy: Fancy that! She should have borrowed our little friend Pol- ly Polychronopoulos’s name ! That would have squelched her ambition 28

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and are they gorgeous, too! Who do you think furnishes her inspira- tion ? Savoy: Her brother? Johnson: No! “Philly’’ Vila- denis ! Savoy: “Philly,” our woman- hater ? Johnson: Right! He’s gone for ladies in a big way, now. He’s the leading exponent in women’s fash- ions. In fact, his word is law when it comes to setting a style. Has one of the largest stores in New York. Savoy: Well, I’m relieved. I thought that “inspiration” was something else. Johnson: Of course not! He just remembers Barbara as an old school chum, and both being in the same field, he relays his creations to her before making them public. Savoy : Well, now that we’ve got that matter threshed out, what else can you tell me ? Johnson: It seems as if I were to furnish all the information here . . . Well, you remember Doug Chis- holm ? Savoy : I certainly do ! I know of some other people who should re- member him, too. Johnson : That triangle case ? Savoy: Yes, that triangle case. And Miss Allen must remember him, too. Why her hair didn’t turn white during those senior play re- hearsals, I don’t know. Well, what about him ? Johnson: He and “Bud” Budzi- anowski — remember him ? — owns a great many of the theaters in Bos- ton. Savoy: Well, there’s one ambi- tion that’s been fulfilled to a T. Doug and theatres were synonyms in our school days. I’m certainly glad to hear that. Speaking of Doug reminds me of Don Gilbert, and Don reminds me of Miriam Hayman. Johnson: And Miriam reminds you of Nancy Lord ! Savoy: Now, Ruthie, let’s not wander from the subject! Johnson : Exactly. Let’s get closer to it. Tell me what those people are doing. You ought to know. Savoy: Well, I guess almost everybody knov s that Don has suc- ceeded Wayne King as America’s waltz king. That’s another natural. Dreamy waltzes always did appeal to Don’s languorous heart. Johnson: What are Nancy and Miriam doing ? Savoy : They’re both out west somewhere Nancy Lord is running a goat farm. Johnson: Who milks ’em? Savoy: You’re asking me too much. I don’t know (a pause). Johnson: Say, this game is slow in starting, isn’t it? Savoy: It sure is. I’ll bet all the boys are listening to the radio. Johnson: Listening to the radio ? 30