Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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secretary; and Samuel Lombard, treasurer. The Senior Play, The Gypsy Trail, brought to the attention of the world i n ge neral the number of Broadway aspirants that the cast contained. The cast was made up of such notable personages as Jessie Campbell in the role of “Frances,” who demanded too much of any man; “Bob” Clapp as “Michael,” the roaming adventurer who finally became civilized; and David Smith as “Ned Andrews,” the soul of conventionality; “Johnny” as played by Samuel Lombard proved to be the original “kid brother” who required a good deal of supervision by Ruth Stone as “Aunt Janet” and Richard Horton as “Mr. Raymond.” Althea Hebb in the role of “Ellen,” an old family retainer, tried not to be too surprised at any unusual proceed- ings, while Alden Mosher as “Stiles,” the butler, did his best to remember to ring the telephone before answer- ing it; and Ursula Lombard as “Grandma” grew sentimental over long lost lovers. The rehearsals were something that the members of the cast will never quite forget. The familiar phrase “What an actor!” will be remembered long after the name of the play itself is forgotten. Although “Dave” Smith was the au- thor of this famous motto, it soon be- came a password for the entire cast , and the whole play can be expressed in these words — “What a play !” The most memorable occasion in our senior year was the fight made for caps and gowns. The class was about evenly divided on the question ; so the fight was a good one and a marvelous time was had by all. The climax of the situation came on the day when some members of the class modeled the caps and gowns for our inspection. Some of them, we must admit, looked like “Dopey” of Seven Dwarfs’ fame — the gowns were al- most big enough to walk by them- selves. Nevertheless, success crowns all earnest effort, and the class finally voted to be the first class ever to grad- uate from Ipswich High in caps and gowns. The result is before your eyes; we hope the sight is not too revolting. Thus the class of ’38 has journeyed from September of 1934 to June of 1938. It’s been a lot of fun and quite a bit of hard work, but we’ve enjoyed every minute of it. Graduation Day is just around the corner, that day which we have been looking forward to for four years. Yet, somehow, we approach it with a feeling of regret and sadness. It is the day which will send us out into the world to earn our living, form new friendships, and give us a chance to be a success. We know nothing of the future; we can only hope that it will be as happy and as profitable as was the past. 4 ' 27

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I, as “Dick’s” widowed mother, beamed dutifully on the happy pair. In our sophomore year we chose “Dick” Horton, president; David Smith, vice-president; Theresa de Grandpre, secretary ; and Stewart Player, treasurer. This year is con- sidered the most uneventful year of our high school career. To be sure, we made several attempts to live up to our newly acquired reputation, but these always failed. When the elec- tion for Queen of the Snow Carnival was held, we suddenly realized that it was quite possible for us to be beaten. When this amazing fact dawned on us, we held a quick class meeting and then sent our candidate, Claudene Howard, down to the office with one hundred more votes, the en- tire class chasing after her just to make sure no one pushed the clock ahead, since twelve o’clock was the deadline for votes. We came in sec- ond, but since our class was well rep- resented among the winners of vari- ous carnival events, we were some- what appeased. Our junior year elections had the same results as did our sophomore with the exception of treasurer, which office Samuel Lombard re- gained. It was during this year that we entered the new school, and this called for a dedication at which pro- gram we juniors were well repre- sented. With this move to the new high school we received our big chance to do that which we had been hoping to do for a long time — to hold a Junior Prom. After some weeks of preparation, the big night arrived, and we had a chance to be, for that night at least, rulers of our “social circle.” It didn’t matter to us that our grand march was a little shaky and that it took the audience fully five minutes to realize that we were marching at all — the only thing that mattered was that we were having a Junior Prom. After our dance there came that never-to-be-forgotten dispute over class rings. One-half of the class wanted one style while the other half wanted another. Such a situation called for innumerable class meet- ings at which every one voiced his opinion at the same time in the loud- est possible voice. As a result, no one could hear anyone but himself. Finally after a great deal of voting, one ring was decided on to the great joy of one section of the class and the great disappointment of the other. Our junior year ended on this happy note and during the following sum- mer days we dreamed golden dreams of our senior year in which we would conquer everything and everybody. In September of 1937 our dream was realized. Needless to say, we did not conquer anyone and our studies almost conquered us. When exam time rolled around, however, we dis- covered that it was only study and hard work which saved our dream from becoming a nightmare. At our election of class officers we chose Richard Horton as president for a third term; Jessie Campbell, vice-president; Theresa de Grandpre, 26

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Class Prophecy by Virginia McGlew and Edward Gaudet r T ' IME : 1958 A.D. ■ Scene: A Rowley home. Edward: Good morning. Could I interest you in some Fuller Brushes, Madam? Virginia: No. I don’t care for any today. ffl Edward: Virginia McGlew as I live and breathe! It is Virginia, isn’t it? Virginia: Yes, but not McGlew now. So Eddie Gaudet became a Fuller Brush man. Edward : Uh huh ! I’m on my way to the home office in Boston. Think- ing I might be able to make a few sales, I stopped here in Rowley. Virginia: And am I glad you did! Just about graduation time every year, I get homesick and begin to wonder what has become of former schoolchums. Now maybe you can satisfy my curiosity. Do you ever see any of our classmates in Boston? Edward: I should say I do! Ursu- la Lombard has a studio right in the same building where my office is lo- cated. She gives lessons in diction and elocution. Virginia : That’s a natural. Ursu- la always had a silver tongue. Tell me more. Edward: Heavens, woman! You’d better see the information bureau ! Oh, yes, occasionally I see Lorraine Flewelling. She’s taking a course in photography so she can help her fiance, Johnny Alexander, develop pictures. Virginia: Are they still “hitting it off”? What happened to the other twosomes in our class? Edward: Well, Claudene Howard works in a music shop playing and singing all the latest song hits, and I’ve heard that Bob Clapp practically keeps the store in business since she got the job. Virginia: Speaking of one twin makes me think of the other. Where’s sister Connie now? Edward : Mrs. Gauld is one of the leading figures in North Shore soci- ety. And say, you remember “Millie” Conant who was picked class vamp? Virginia: Of course! Who could forget blue-eyed Millie? Edward: Well, she’s at West Point instructing the cadets in ball- room dancing. Virginia: But I thought she was engaged ! Edward: Several times! How- ever, she has never reached the altar. Virginia: And you, Eddie? Haven’t you met “the girl” in your travels? Edward: No. I haven’t been as lucky as some of my classmates. Virginia: Er! Ah! That must be my Boston Post. I’ll run and get it. I always read Priscilla Saunders’: “Advice to the Lovelorn” the first thing. Do you ever run into Priscilla? Edward: No, I understand she’s something of a recluse. Virginia: Not much like “Dot” Dupray. You see her anywhere at 28