Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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TIGER ‘43 paddy wagon. Jennie Demetrakopo- lus and Alice Speliotis are social workers in the department. They give away sugar, gas, and tires to needy families. RAE. Guess what Audry Ees- senden’s gone and done. She’s inven- ted a new kind of flit to keep the Bugs away. TOM. And Pick has retired to her farm in Rowley after serving a hitch in the navy and marines. Bar- bara Farquhar has renounced jitter- bugging and is seen regularly at the opera. RAE. Joyce Bousley didn’t do what we prophesied. She isn’t a teacher; she’s modeling for Chester- field cigarettes. TOM. Mable Argeropolous and Jennie Dziadul are in the furniture moving business, and Blossom Webb is driving a Rolls Royce instead of a tractor. RAE. Lucy Eustace is running a home for the aged and infirm. TOM. I went to the movies the other night, and whom do you sup- pose I saw? Peatfield has inherited Charles Boyer’s part in a revival of “Algiers!” And Frances Cross is a policewoman on the Ipswich force. RAE. Rosie Blunda is posing for Carlton’s art gallery masterpieces. TOM. And speaking of master- pieces, did you know that Louise Curtis is my secretary in my home office in New York? RAE. Home office in New York? You sound like a flourishing business man. What have you been doing to yourself? TOM. Oh, I’ve just been making a few million on the stock market. The LiW firm that I entered after graduating from college proved too dull. — I won all the cases. But to change the subject. George Brown takes care of the Morgue in Ipswich: where as Howie Wile is the manager of the Post Hole E) Sky Hook Co. RAE. You don’t say! Howie was rather enterprising. By the way Shir- ley Larrivee and Vicke Terentowicz are nurses at the Animal Rescue League headed by Howie Martel. TOM. No I never thought Martel would turn out to be a vet. RAE. But you never can tell. Now look at me. I get sawed in half every night and twice on Saturdays. TOM. What! RAE. Sure — I’m in the sideshow at the circus. TOM. Gosh — look at the time! And look at the train — it’s leaving! CURTAIN 29

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TIGER ‘43 dictionary writer. What was the word we used? — Lexicographer. But he isn’t: he’s a prize fighter, and Pur- ington’s his manager. I iwent to see a bout the other night, and Killer Savage knocked his opponent out. Bouts — bouts — Speaking of bouts, what happened to the Turnabouts? RAE. Well, let’s see. Joan Ross is running a boarding school for young girls under sixteen. Jane La- throp is teaching chemistry at old Ipswich High, and her husband is running Lathrop Coal Ice Co., Johanne Black is the socialist candi- date for Congresswoman, and Claire Bolles is running a Merry-go-round at Salisbury Beach for underprivileg- ed children of Rowley, and Sully is the private chauffeur to the President. TOM. Claire Gallant is selling cigarettes at the Cafe Marcorelli, owned and operated by Leo Mar- corelle: hostess, Barbara Swain. It’s a swanky place, all right; the waiters speak only Erench. Leo directs his own band there. Conley plays the sax in his spare time from his job as postmaster. Celia plays the clarinet, and Eleanor Johnson, the drums. And guess who the bouncer is? Eddie Hwalek. And -whom do you suppose he threw out? A big tough sailor by the name of Sheppard. RAE. As for the Harris sisters and cousins, they’re running a race track. Priscilla takes the tickets, Carol is the bookie, and Lillian is the jockey. Pictures of famous champions adorn the wall of their clubhouse, including that of Prank Kyes, the world-re- nowned Billiards Champion. TOM. And -while we’re on the topic of sports, Burke and Smorez- ewski are playing on the Red Sox; Pickard is center on the Bruins; Putur is halfback on the Green Bay Pack- ers: Bud Robins is holding up the line: and Eleanor Berard just won the six day bicycle race. She’s pretty speedy. RAE. Speed and Louis Galanis are synonymous. He’s a test pilot for Oldsmobile — wrecks a car every d ay. TOM. Duff is still collecting junk and buying all the wrecks. RAE. Snooky McGlew is a sales- man for Lepaje’s and Arlene Moody’s in industry too. She’s a -welder at Zeke Karol’s shipyard. TOM. Jean Perkins is chairman of the committee for the Beautifica- tion, Edification, and Glorification of Vermont. Remember we prophesied that she’d own a pig farm? RAE. Mary Markow is advertis- ing toothpaste. And Chickie Sifora models the cloths that Betty MacRea designs. TOM. Remember how Queenie Mackenzie used to accuse me of lock- ing her locker? Well, she’s the ace locksmith on the New York Police Department. Dot Henley drives the 28

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TIGER ‘43 GIFTS TO THE GIRLS By Sylvester Conley In the year nineteen hundred and forty-three, Look what they’ve done! They’ve picked on me To bring satisfaction to the greatest attraction The high school of Ipswich this year will see. The problem was great: But such was my fate That the girls outnumbered the boys, So I hunted and searched from cellar to gate And finally came out with these toys. To Rosie so fair, a bike built for two: So he won’t have to walk all the way with you. Jennie D. and Francis B. travel a- round together: This chain should keep them closely bound No matter what the weather. This green hat to Louise to wear through the tov n. For the cars stop short when they look at her crown. To Claire Gallant, our class musician, A small piano for each rendition. To Carol Harris, our nurse mayhap, A piece of black ribbon to stick in her cap. These cards should go to the Mav- raides twins So the boy friend will know which one he wins. To Ruth MacKcnzie, our “Soda Jerkerine’’, A sponge to keep the fountain clean. This face cream to Jean Perkins goes The prettiest girl we’ve seen. We hope that in the years to come We’ll see her on the screen. To “Chickie” Sokora, a little gun. To ke:p those bad wolves on the run. To “Blossom” Webb I give this tank. Which should remind her of her Yank. Priscilla and Shirley these cooks’ hats have earned. For all the meat and potatoes they’ve burned. To Johanne Black and Joan Ross, A coin to toss to see who’s boss. To Celia Mallard, a ball of twine To keep her boy friends on the line. To Joyce Bousley, a three- wheeled bike That won’t tip over, even on the pike. I give this glue to horse-loving Lil, To put on the saddle and ward off a spill. To Jane Lathrop, this red red rose. To match the cheeks that attract the beaus. 30