Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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TIGER ‘43 Mary Markos, who’s fond of bowl- ing, At times may find this one consoling. “Butch” Meunier, who likes to fight and tussle, Can use this spinach to build up her muscle. To Barbara Burns, these Super Suds To help out with the laundry duds. To Jennie Dziadul, with voice mild and weak, I give this megaphone in which to speak. To Eleanor Johnson, our drummer lass. This drumstick to beat out those tunes with class. To Claire Bolles I give this song tc day To sing along her “Merry” way. We hope Audrey Fessenden won’t utter a groan. When we hand her this telephone. Eleanor Berard has become a W. O. W. and so Can take apart this radio. To Arlene Moody, this fountain pen. It’s O. K. Arlene; it’s from the five and ten. To Vicki, a ruler which should bring to a halt The fish stories she tells while fishing with Walt. This policy goes to Francis Cross. If it won’t help her, it will her boss. Lucy Eustace in her work is con- stantly demanded: We hope that with a pencil she’ll not be caught shorthanded. This pair of stilts to little Mable, To walk around on if she’s able. Barbara Farquhar can use this glider When she longs to have her Roger beside her. To Barbara Swain this brand new tire Which we all know is her desire. To Rae Everitt this wee little light To see a “Lump” on the road on some dark night. If Eleanor Pickering digs up a “Rock”, I hope it won’t be too much of a shock. “Betty” MacRae and “Snookie” McGlew, McDonald must make all his money on you: For day after day, we know you commute: So this year round pass to yon will suit. To May Morin, our lonely class lover. Whose mate has been taken away. This wish bone, with a fervent wish That he’ll come back someday. Dot Henley is a truck driver As such should take a bow. This cushion I’m sure will help her See out the window now. 31

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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

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TIGER ‘43 Alice is our shipbuilder, and works very hard She can probably use this one down at the yard. A sailor to Maureen; there’s no time to lose To ward off an attack of the Navy blues. So in closing today I just want to say That it’s been really a lot of fun Choosing and giving these gifts away To each and every one. • — o — GIFTS TO THE BOYS By Barbara Swain The other day I chanced to be Wearily shopping around; I stepped into a little store, And this is what I found. I must admit the price was low. For our boys, they are so few; But, after all, the thought’s still good. So now. Boys, here’s to you! This rattle will help Tom Bamford, maybe. To make a hit with our own class baby. For Bobby Conary I found this crown ; Now as King and Queen they can settle down. These scissors for shearing, I give to Jewett, ‘Twill take but half the time to do it. To Kyes I give this wee mouse trap; When the women flock, the trap goes snap. Leo’s a lamb that’s oh so meek, But there’s a wolf if you take a peak. Sylvester through his years of study. Has found two girls to sign “My Buddy’’. From Ipswich Bay to Florida Keys Bill Senseney sought a tan; If this strong lotion does not avail. There’s not a juice that can. Aeroplanes are close to Clement’s heart. This one may help him get a start But at a party, here’s a hint. Forget the planes, give the girls a squint. Brown has a distant girl to vamp; So to him I give this ration stamp. Tom Burke’s lost his heart, or so I’m told; This is one he can always hold. Duff has a uniform that’s pretty tricky To keep him content I give him “Chickie’’ A bottle of ink for you, dear Eddie; Your printing press is ever ready. Howard Martel, who’s now in the Navy, 32