Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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a6 ak« 3«VMS SeSt.1k V« MkSSSS SW Sk» 3kSS V S6SSSS3e 36SB«6S» St%%%%%%%3k Class Prophecy By Mabel Chambers and Albert Langmaid T IME: 1957. Scene : Somewhere on the New- buryport Turnpike. (After a colli- sion with Mabel’s car.) Albert: Well, this is a fine job you’ve done on my car! Look at that radiator! Mabel : Listen, stupid, it’s all your own fault. You bumped into me. Albert: Where did you learn to drive, anyway? You don’t know one signal from another. As drivers you women would make swell cook- ie pushers. Mabel: Is that so? Well, you men don’t know what a brake pedal is for. I suppose you think it’s to scrape the mud off your feet when you enter the car. Officer breaks in : Here, here, what’s going on here? Well, young man, it looks as if you bumped into her. Suppose you tell the story. Albert: Well, officer, she signals for a left turn, then turns right. I didn’t have time to use the brakes ; she cut right in in front of me. Officer: Well, suppose you give me your names and come along with me. (Mabel and Albert pro- duce licenses. Officer writes in book.) Miss Mabel Chambers, Long Island . . . and Mr. Albert Lang- maid, Ipswich, Mass. Well, come along you two. Mabel: Say, wait a minute. You- ’re not the Albert Langmaid that graduated when I did in 1937 ? Albert: That’s it now. I remem- ber you. Good old Mabel Chambers who never spoke very often but when she did — wow ! I didn’t rec- ognize you for an instant with your hair fixed differently, and you must have been on a diet. What are you doing? Mabel: Oh I’m (Officer breaks in) : Say, while you two are recognizing everyone around here, you might as well rec- ognize me. Both : Nate Love ! Albert: Sure. How are you now? Nate: Swell, just swell. I wish I could stay and talk with you a while but I’ve got to report. You two report inside a half an hour. See you later. Mabel : Well, it gives us a half an hour to talk over old times. Gee ! you’ve aged. Where’s all your hair gone ? Albert: Oh, that’s kind of gone with the wind, I guess. Mabel : What were you, out in a storm and the wind blew away your tepee ? Albert: Tepee? You mean tou- pee don’t you ? No, I guess the hair just gradually wore away. But what are you doing at present? Mabel : Oh, I’m running a pup- pet theatre in New York. I’m in Boston taking a course in puppetry. Whom do you suppose I bumped in- to in the Public Gardens? Mildred O’Malley, and was I surprised when 31

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finance committee had already in- formed us that class dues would amount to three dollars a person if our financial status were not im- proved. We therefore elected an entertainment committee to ens’i- neer a senior dance which netted a grand total of twelve dollars. How- e er, the profits of the senior play more than offset the disappointing results of the dance, and no one complained when our dues were re- duced from three dollars to one. The pageant delayed the produc- tion of the senior play this year un- til March. Nothing was lost by the delay, however, for “The Million- aire” was the most successful play of recent years. Although the mem- bers of the cast were annoyed, an- gered, hysterical, and hilarious by turns, all reported that in spite ‘of the hard gruelling toil, the experi- ence was one of the most pleasant of high school days and will be one of their most cherished memories. The greatest progress in the play was made by Connie Tozer in learn- ing to crov, like a rooster; Fred Benedix took the cake for twisting his speeches with ludicrous effect; and Bob and Nate Love held up proceedings most often while they washed dishes or dug clams. Too numerous to mention are the individual names of those who helped to make the play a success, but the untiring efforts of the cast, stage managers, business execu- tives, and ticket sellers are directly responsible for the gratifying re- sults. We sincerely hope that next year’s senior play will meet with equal success. After the play was over, our thoughts turned toward gradua- tion. The girls, for some unknown reason, were inspired with the tho ught that caps and gov.ms would add distinction to an already dis- tinguished class. The boys, how- ever, felt that such a distinction v ould be superfluous. After much hot debate on the subject, es- pecially in economics class, a vote v. as taken which resulted in a tie. Denningham then endeared himself to his sex and saved the day for his pals by voting an emphatic “No.” The vision of some of our rugged football heroes becoming entangled in the folds of their gowns when walking out to receive their diplo- mas still makes us smile, however. And now the moment which we have anticipated for four years draws near. Although we left Man- ning, which had harbored us for three and a half years, with some regret at the memory of the good times spent there, we, the class of 1937, are proud to be the first to re- ceive our diplomas from this grand, new Ipswich High School. 30

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she told me Charlotte Curtis had given up her job teaching school to enter the Folies Biergeres. Albert : You don’t say so ! What’s Mildred doing hersblf ? Mabel : She’s a dancing school teacher now. You must remember when she did such swell job teach- ing one of the junior boys back in ’37. I don’t remember his name, but speaking of boys, how about telling me about sonie of your pals ? 1 Albert: Well, the first one to come to my mind is Boucher. He’s joined the circus and swings on the flying trapeze. Mabel : He swings, does he ? Albert: Yes, and so does Joe Atherly on his trombone. I guess he’ll be the next swing king. Mabel : Speaking of kings. Dot Richards is a reporter for the New York Times and had a brief inter- view with King George VI a while back. Florence AlexOpoulos was the pilot of the plane she went on. She’s the first woman to fly a trans- Atlantic transport plane and Bar- bara Gage is the stewardess on the same plane. She’s a registered nurse, you know. Albert : Oh yes, I read about it in the paper. It was in the same paper I saw about Polychronopoulos win- ning the national pool champion- ship in Chicago. Mabel: And do you know who else is in Chicago ? Albert: No, who? Mabel : Winifred Hwalek and Teresa Caputi. They are secretaries in Bamford’s law office. Albert: They all seem to have left the little town, havenff they? Dorr and Swenson are in partner- ship in the garage business in New- buryport Mabel (interrupting) : And Janet Barton went to Germany to start her journalistic career, but how she must miss Ruth Riley! They were inseparable pals in high school. Ruth is a nurse now in the office of Priscilla Bailey, the well-known heart specialist. She set up her practice in Cambridge. Albert: Benedix has a toy busi- ness right across the street from her office. He’s subject to heart at- tacks and wastes a lot of business time in her office. Mabel: Isn’t Cowles in business with him? Albert: No. He has two busi- nesses that keep him busy. He’s a manufacturer too, — crutches, canes — liniments and ointment. Mabel: Yes, I hear Pickering was one of his salesmen. He carries along an extra supply of combs, scissors, and razors for Clemeno. Albert: Oh, yes, he’s a barber, that’s right. I knew his Italian heri- tage would crop up sometime. Mabel : That reminds me. Marie Anne Martel and Helene Lucey are my favorite hairdressers although Helene expects to give it up soon. She’s settling in Rowley. They both 32