Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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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

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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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any time. She’s star reporter for the Globe , you know. Edward: Really? How about her constant companion, Althea Hebb? Virginia: You mean to say you . . . Why Althea is teaching commercial work in our alma mater. Edward: Back at Ipswich High? I can hardly believe it, — one of our classmates teaching in old Ipswich! I bet Althea makes them “toe the mark.” You see I’m covering the dis- trict the other side of Boston, so I can’t keep track of the news down this way. Virginia: If you didn’t know about Althea, this will be news too. Aphrodite Galanies is owner of that impressive looking building on Fifth Avenue known as “Aphrodite’s Beauty Salon.” They say the facials you get there from Thelma Fowler are something to rave about. Edward: Thelma Fowler? She was in our class, wasn’t she? Virginia: Of course. She and Ralph Recine were “that way” about each other. I wonder what happened? Edward: That ended up in wed- ding bells and a happy married life in a new apartment in New York where Ralph is the stage manager of a night club. Gosh ! Haven’t the fel- lows and girls in our class scattered? Not many left in Ipswich. Virginia: Oh wait! I haven’t fin- ished yet. When I was at the Cable Memorial Hospital last month . . . Edward : What ! Virginia: Having my tonsils re- moved, who do you think was my night nurse? Edward : I give up ! I can’t stand many more shocks ; so break the news gently. Who was it? Virginia: None other than Vicky Machaj. We should have had a grand time reminiscing, but Vicky, always on the job, had to keep running hither and yon answering bells. Surely you must have had time to recall what the others are doing. Why not take a few of our celebrities? Edward : Our best-looking girl, Betty Martel, is buyer of women’s clothes at Marshall and Fields, in Boston. Virginia: I wonder if that name Marshall awakens any memories for Betty? Heavens! Look at the time. Edward : Am I keeping you from an appointment? Virginia: No, but I’ve been so en- grossed in our chat that I’ve missed Betty Hale’s program. Edward : What next ! Does she sing? Virginia: No. It’s a half hour talk on child care. You know Barbara Waite and Betty studied at the Chil- dren’s Hospital in New York. Edward : Barb was our girl athlete, right? Remember how she and Mr. Conary used to argue about basket- ball? Is Barb still working in New York? Virginia: Yes, but at present she and her parents are vacationing at the Neck. Oh, yes! I meant to ask about Winnie Palladino when we 29