Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Editorial TTAVING completed our second year in the Ipswich High School, we are firmly convinced that it has been of great value to us all. We have enjoyed increased freedom and engaged in more social activi- ties. We have witnessed the birth of a new school spirit, and we have grown to accept and appreciate the responsibilities which have been shifted from teacher to pupil. Taking advantage of the in- creased facilities, we have made progress in at least one field entire- ly new to this school, viz. — art. An art class working with water colors, pen and ink, and oil paints has been started in the manual training building. The small investment made has been a great credit to the school and has, as well, developed the talent of the members of the class. The threat to remove baseball from the list of athletics served only to stimulate additional interest in the game. Basketball has grown from its unpretentious beginning two years ago, until now it is defi- nitely a major sport. The team played a highly successful inter- scholastic season, every game being staunchly supported. The sports, however, will be discussed in their proper category. The distinction which this class claims is being the first in the his- tory of Ipswich schools to graduate in caps and gowns. Whether or not we are the last remains to be seen. And now after covering some of the interesting developments of our last year in high school, it is fitting that we should close with a few thoughts of the future. Although the outlook at present is none too promising, we should not feel handi- capped by the existing obstacles. Just as the king’s son in Edward Rowland Sill’s “Opportunity” won the battle with a broken sword, so may we conquer everything by mak- ing the most of each opportunity. It is the spirit in which difficulties are faced which matters, for “the highest success crowns those who work in the highest spirit, and the supremest failure confronts those who work in the worst spirit.” 14

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THE TIGER VOL. XIX IPSWICH, MASSACHUSETTS JUNE, 1938 Published by the Senior Class of Ipswich Hig h School STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Richard Horton FACULTY ADVISORS Miss E. Margaret Allen, Mr. Henry Merson ASSISTANT EDITOR Ursula Lombard BUSINESS MANAGER Samuel Lombard ADVERTISING MANAGER Robert Clapp ASSISTANT ADVERTISING MANAGERS William Galanis, Edward Gaudet, George Georgeopoulos, Richard Hayman, Ralph Recine ASSOCIATE EDITORS Jessie Campbell. Lorraine Flewelling, Ursula Lombard, Dorothy Dupray, Althea Hebb ALUMNI EDITOR Theresa de Grandpre ATHLETIC EDITOR .. David Smith EXCHANGE EDITOR Virginia McGlew TYPISTS Dorothy Dupray, Theresa de Grandpre, Althea Hebb Contents Pag 3 Dedication .: 11 Editorial : 14 Literary : .: .-. 15 Graduation Essays 17-40 Class Day Parts . . 25 History . 25 Prophecy .. 28 Gifts to Girls 33 Gifts to Boys 35 Will . 36 Honor Awards . 39 Graduation Program . 44 Class Day Program 45 Class Pictures y . 46 Who’s Who 60 Sports Review 62 Football . 62 Basketball 63 Baseball 64 Social Review 66 Snow Carnival 66 Senior Play 66 Exhibition of Music 68 Alumni 68 Class Celebrities 70 As the Poets See Us 70 Songs of 1938 74 Exchanges 76 Our Advertisers 2-77

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Literary On the Life and Death of An English Essay “TN the light of the setting sun the little house took on a delicate glow. Its windowpanes reflected the orange light of the sunset, and each one became a small lantern beaming through the dusk. Around the tiny green door, tall bushes of lilacs nodded slowly in the evening breeze, bending to look at their re- flection in the shiny knocker; while across the lake last bird calls were echoing, seeming to lull the little house to sleep content with its memories . . .” At this point my power of inven- tion failed, and I too felt like fall- ing asleep. It’s a dreadful thing to have a mind which is absolutely blank. To be sure, the setting was all arranged and a good story should have been developed, but somehow I could get no further. Therefore, I pronounced my story dead, and duly proceeded to bury it. An essay usually starts life at the suggestion of a teacher, but there have been rare occasions when a pupil has done the amazing thing and written one on impulse. The first thing necessary for success is a theme, and for some strange reason all themes seem to find a hiding- place at this particular moment, and it requires little less than a brain storm to discover them. At last one is found, — purely by accident I assure you — and we hastily pull the poor little thing to light and pro- ceed to analyze and develop it. This is indeed a long hard process. It consists of a network of paths lead- ing up to the main idea, and these paths are most distracting; in fact one is often so completely lost in their depths that it is necessary to hurry out as quickly as possible, still dragging the little theme by one idea. When the weather is fair or something of particular interest at- tracts us, this network of paths seems to increase tremendously. Nevertheless, these disturbing fac- tors can be overcome with practice and will power. Eventually you feel that you are reaching the climax when suddenly the theme, which was never very strong, begins to show signs of great weakness. After this, your dis- couragement is only exceeded by your anger. Although you give the theme a few last tugs, it dies slowly but surely. When you realize the end is near, you make one last des- perate effort to end the essay on half an idea. Sometimes this works ; most of the time it doesn’t. Yes, writing an essay requires one full brain working overtime — a rarity indeed. Some of my essays have gained recognition, although 15