Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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TIGER ‘43 primary factor, I was distracted by constant good-humo ' rcd but deter- mined reprimands on the part of my companion who rode with superb form and obvious ease, all of which irritated me considerably more than I wish even now to admit. To liven up the conversation, in contrast with being told to sit up straight, let go of the saddle, and make the horse keep a steady gate, I was enlightened with the fact that the cantankerous beast had a scheming light in his eye which boded trouble. By this time both the horse and I were well aware of my plight, I to my sorrow; he to his glory, as I was soon to discover. I knew I couldn’t ride, my horse knew it, I knew he knew it, and I vainly hoped that he would have compassion on me. Such was not the case, for as we came over the last hill. Southern Comfort, bless his four long legs, broke into a very healthy gallop. Now since I have acquainted you with the fact that I couldn’t post, we shall also presume that I couldn’t gallop. My eyes bulged: I could fee! them bulge: and my mouth hung open in speechless horror. I didn’t have the courage to let go of the sad- dle to pull up on the reins, and hav- ing a mathematical turn of mind I wondered morbidly how many times according to the law of averages, I could rise up and over the horse’s neck and fall by chance back into the saddle. I came to the terrifying con- clusion that the operation couldn’t last much longer, and in defense of life itself I decided I would put my last semblance of sane co-ordination into jerking the reins which hung slack over the horse’s neck. He slowed his pace and came to a stop, and in perfect harmony I melted into a jelly while my heart beat like a sledge hammer against my upper thorac cav- ity — in fact I was rather under the impression, at that particular moment that quite possibly my whole body was a cavity. But I’d mastered him, and I could feel the perkiness coming back as surely as it had faded out. If it took brute strength, I had it: and if it took determination, I had that too. “Oh we went riding, horse and I,’’ I chirped merrily as I slid from the seemingly iron cast saddle. I had spied a soft, comfortable easy chair on the porch — mmmm. Oh it was such a lovely day! Johanne Black 10

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TIGER ‘43 A RIDE ON GENTLE PALFREY It was a lovely day — cool and crisp with just the proper touch of Jack Frost upon the trees to make the country side riotous with color. I felt exuberant. Considering the fact that Lm young, very innocent, and tremendously fond of life, I feel that way often, but this aforementioned day I was bubbling over with a gen- erous spirit for man and beast alike; I was going to ride a horse. I had never ridden a horse before in my life. You probably wonder why I didn’t say that I was going to attempt to learn to ride a horse, but I assure you the thought of not succeeding never once entered my mind at that time. I swung the door of the stables open with all the bravado I usually pos- sess and a little more thrown in, as was fitting for the occasion. My gal- lant steed appeared to be complacent- ly eating his morning fare, and as I approached his stall he eyed me with marked distrust and still more ob- vious disapproval. “Hello there, aren’t you glad we’re going for a ride?’’ I coaxed in a cheerful voice, hoping to appease the poor animal for his interrupted break- fast. His answer was a very decided snort and an unfriendly side glance which seemed to express to perfection his entire opinion on the situation. Undaunted I enthusiastically scram- bled into the saddle, picked up the reins, and grinned triumphantly over at my companion who was appar- ently awaiting the kill. The first doubts assailed me — he knew my horse and me thoroughly; and the smug, amused look on his face belied the mental prophecy he was forming for my ultimate downfall. “I suppose it is an easy matter to reason with a horse, appeal to his sense of chivalry, or something?’’ I commented, suppressing an ever in- creasing fear that the animal might attempt to run away with me. “No!’’ was the definite reply. “You either will learn to master him, or he will master you in a hurry.’’ I tried to look intelligent, but my theory on how to manage an animal, any animal, was somewhat vague and muddled. I remembered my dog, who is a model example of the disturbing cycle of girl owns dog, but dog owns girl. My last shred of con- fidence abandoned me, and I wonder- ed pessimistically how my friends had ever had the audacity to place me in the category of extroverts. We started out, both my hands desperately gripping the saddle. I bounced along agonizingly, ironic- ally awpre that the name of my mount was “Southern Comfort.’’ I have had occasion to call him several names since that first day, but I as- sure you they never even closely re- sembled “Comfort.’’ As if hanging on weren’t the 9

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TIGER ‘43 Graduation Program INVOCATION Reverend Richard A. Cartmell ESSAY — “The Importance of Musice in War Time CHOIR — “O Victorious People” ESSAY — “The Coming Air World” ESSAY — “New Horizons” THE CHOIR — “Song of Deliverance” ADDRESS — PRESENTATION OE PRIZES PRESENTATION OF DIPLOMAS By the Chairman of School Committee SINGING — “Star Spangled Banner” Joann Ross G aines Donald McPhail Joyce Bousley Coleridge - Taylor Reverend Vivian Pomeroy William F. Hayes BENEDICTION Reverend Richard A. Cartmell 11