Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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EDITORIAL F OUR years ago w: were wandering freshmen gazing at the majestic splendor of the seniors in amazement. Now we too are seniors; yet somehow the glory .eems not so bright as we had imagined it to be. The heigh ' s, once having been scaled, seem but mere foot- hills. Ahead of us loom bigger and broader horizons. Pausing before the commencement of a new life, we are beset with the strange realization that we have grown up. School days are behind — the world lies before, the world and a new life. Waxing reminiscent, we think of our high school days. Our alma mater is the new Ipswich High School; we can- not remember the first four months of our freshman year at old Manning. The numerous advantages which we enjoyed in cur new quarters cannot be over-em- phasized and we hope they have been properly appreciated. We shall for- ever remember the friendships we have made during these days and hope that they only grow stronger in the years following graduation. But now we are on the brink of a new life. As we look about us, we :ee th: whole world at war. You ' h is being sacrificed at the altars of freedom and liberty. Savagery, hate, and animal fury have been unleashed. Indescrib- able agony and destruction are going on in all parts of the world. The prob- lem of unemployment remains. Indeed, the universe seems to be riding on a black tempest the outcome of which no one can foretell. Such therefore is the setting of the world stage upon which we are to act our life roles. But w,e must have courage as we take the step in ' o the unknown abyss of the future. Young and untried, but with a gallant cry of We are here , we enter the arena of life. There is work to be done. 16

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THE TIGER VOL. XXI. IPSWICH, MASSACHUSETTS JUNE, 1940 Published by the Senior Class of Ipswich High School TIGER STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Edward Michon FACULTY ADVISOR Miss E. Margaret Allen BUSINESS MANAGER Everett Smith ADVERTISING MANAGER Roland Morin ASSOCIATE EDITORS Eleanor Wallace, Jeanette Cronin, Kathryn Player, Grace Jahnke, Gertrude Barney, Alexander Sweenie, Arthur Oliver, Charles Arthur, Edward Michon, Helen Hayman, Marion Ciolek, Theresa Martel, Reginald Wood, Richard Weagle, Doris O’Malley. ALUMNI EDITOR Lucille Perkins ATHLETIC EDITOR Russell Wile EXCHANGE EDITOR Marion Ciolek TYPISTS Senior Typewriting Class CONTENTS Page Dedication 13 Editorial 16 Literary 17 Graduation Essays 19 Class Day Parts 26 History 26 Prophecy 28 Gifts to Girls 3 2 Gifts to Boys 34 Will 3 7 Honor Awards 42 I Graduation Program 40 j Class Day Program 41 Class Pictures 43 Who’s Who 62 | Sports Review 64 Football 64 Basketball 65 Baseball 66 Social Review 67 Christmas Assembly 67 Senior Play 67 Concerts 68 Alumni 69 Class Celebrities 73 As the Poets See Us 73 Songs of 1940 76 Exchanges 7 8 Our Advertisers 2-80

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LITERARY “THE NIGGER OF THE NARCISSUS (By Joseph Conrad) Edward Michon ’40 T HE magic key to an exciting extra- ordinary adventure is Joseph Con- rad’s book, “The Nigger of the Nar- cissus. From that far away night in Bombay when the motley crew of the sailing ship “Narcissus assembled on deck the author weaves a fascinating tale that holds the reader spellbound. For four long months the everyday life aboard the “Narcissus is one of unforseen hardships and peril. The sea so vast and merciless overshadows the tiny speck of a wandering ship. The wind, one time a friend and the next an enemy; the sky, the stars, the storms, and sudden calms are a vivid and never-to-be-forgotten experience. Jim Waite, the self-styled colored gentleman, is a mysterious and tragic figure. Like a lonely, frightened child he shams a courage he does not feel. The ugly, hateful Donkin; Singleton, a bearded patriarch; the kind hearted Bel- fast; bemused Wamibo; Captain Allis- town, a great and knowing seaman, — these are the kind of people one can never forget. “The Nigger of the Narcissus from beginning to end is a story so real, so superbly written, that upon turning the final page my eyes could not accus ' om themselves to the ordinary room in which I sat. I could still feel the wind on my face, hear Jim Waite’s fine baritone voice, and see the “Narcissus moving gracefully over a shimmering expanse of blue seas. In my opinion, for several hours of fine enjoyment, one should read Conrad’s “Nigger of the Narcissus. ON SEEING THE BEACH IN MOONLIGHT By Edward Michon Quiet are the shores, save for the bloom- ing. Of the surf. Now calm moonlight bathes The dunes in celestial whitene.s; a dis- tant buoy Sounds a dirge-like knell. Stars are dimmed, the moon in her full Outshines them, and forms a glistening path For the sea-nymphs swimming towards shore. Alone I wander, and meditate on what Goes on on foreign shores this night. Troops may be landing, or guns grumb- ling On foreign shores. 17