Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Fl-E43-lG'8?SK4SlE HBE- - my conqueror, the tire, sizzling' and crackling mirthfully as it iinally hurns itself out inibliiek remains. Joanne Fuller I-IARROWING EXPERIENCES NVheu one wants to do What he does when he dreams, Interference he ,frets From his parents, it seems Iiiglitf I NVhe11 I say to my mother 'tI'm going to the show, She. emphatically answers, fYou've guessed ity LANG!!! XVhen I ask my father For a quarter or more, The funny things is He gets awfully hsorew- Quite! And when to dear Frankie I'm listening' with enthuse My father pipes up with I want the news Now- NVhen I say to my Pa, May I go to the dance? He says, Ask your Ma You might have a chance So- EK WK - - QEBEUEUEUBEK-BBE! I go to my mother VVith my silliest smirk And she placidly answers 6277 t'Have you clone your homework. - No. And so finally NVhen m lessons are read Y I fret the command P HNow. gro to bed! - Oh. 77 Patricia NVi1de1' 244

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ll!-KUIEUEUEEBKIKKEIIERIKIUE never did believe any such supersti- tious nonsense - and -- l'm afraid of what might be revealed. June Bousley ON FIRE IRE is a moody Miss. She must be pan1pe1'ed and at every moment blaze into sizzling' otf heat to a cold room. spoil ed, catered to in order that she flames and throw l've often wondered how the pioneers of yesterday ever survived freezing temperatures when their only means of warmth was a log' fire. From my experience. which is of long' standing, the idea seems almost absurd. After my attempts at building' a fire -the lndian method, the Girl Scout formula, and then falling back on my own technique - bear the proverbial fruit, T settle back to. revel in the wel- come heat. Alas. this is an almost im- possible task. Taking my position al- most in reach of the flames, my feet in the andirons, I soon smell burning leather and discover that my shoes fwith rationing' as it isj are on the verge of bursting' into flames while Those that dwell within, my feet, are still several degrees below freezing einperatures. My legs are in a dis- 'raught shape, the hair having' been tinged off - almost. ln the meantime ny back is racing with shivers, Hllil mnly that portion exposed to the tire s warm, too warm. lil!!! As a result l recede from the burn- ing wood and settle down once more to await the warmth which should be the reward for my laborious efforts. But no, soon l'm shivering all over. Even my leg's, arms, and face are cold now. althoug'h the redness of heat ac- quired at closer 1'ange has not yet disappeared. lVith a heavy sigh l move nearer to the hearth and enjoy the warmth for several seconds until it becomes unbearable again. Then I have an idea. Carrying it out, l turn my back to the fire. This is a very successful plan, but the odor of scorched wool informs me that perhaps my sweater has chang'ed from its white- ness to a dingy yellow and is naked of its wooly exterior. V Quickly, l move away from the flam- ing' logs: comfort ensues only to be interrupted by cold chills playing' a g'a1ne up and down my back. After carrying out more maneuvers of this type, exhausted, l try to figure out a log'ical position in which to sit. Perhaps if l moved a little nearer to the fire. or maybe if l sat at an angle, 'that would solve my problem. l shall never discover the proper place to sit before a fire wllere I won't be hot to the point of bursting' into flames or cold to the point of becoming' an ice cake. NVith the forlorn and defeated slouch of the conquered. I retreat to the kitchen and the faithful stove, leaving 23

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EEKQEQKEZKKKKEKEKEKEEH -EEEKKKKEEEREKEKKMEMEKHZEW Graduation Essays RECREATION FOR SERVICEMEN by Genevieve Dudek IIEN the army started drafting men and putting them into camps far away f1'om their home surround- ings, officials soon became -aware that because there was no organized means of escape from the strain of the day's routine, and because neighboring peo- ple were indifferent strangers, the morale of the soldiers decreased appre- ciably. As a result of surveys conducted by the United States Army and by the Red Cross, it was proved that recrea- tion, as well as rigid training, is essen- tial in producing satisfied, superior fighting men. , The first and most successful step towards providing recreation for sol- diers was the setting up of canteens by the American Theater VVing in San Francisco, Cleveland, Philadelphia, Newark, and XVashington, to be staffed entirely by volunteers. At Broadway 's Canteen servicemen can actually be waited on by famous stars and rub elbows with the great. After leisurely strolling into the canteen, Private Joe :an sit at a table set by Jimmy Duranteg iine on sandwiches and coffee prepared Jy Claudette Colbertg see dishes ,vhisked away by Frederic Marchg .vatch Katherine Cornell patriotically suppressing an aversion to movie cameras and throwing in a few well- chosen words from Romeo and -Iulietug hear Bob Hope mercilessly kick some illusive statement aroundg or hear Bing Crosby croon the latest 'tSunday, Monday, or Always - all without cost. Although they enjoy watching the stars perform, the men get even greater satisfaction from the feeling of self- importance it gives them to watch Vom- missioner Paul V. McNutt wash dishes or Alfred Lunt empty wastebaskets. A frequent visitor to the canteens also is Mrs. Roosevelt who, together with the Duchess of VVindsor, has signed innumerable autograph books for servicemen. An example of how the nation is co-operating is the organization of the Pittsburgh U.S.O. Variety Club Can- teen. A R-otarian presented the idea which was enthusiastically acceptedg the railroad leased the site for a mere 531.00 a yearg an architect and contrac- tor donated their services 5' sixty-five business firms provided materialsg fifty unions gave their laborg a Variety club volunteered continuous entertainment: and the townsfolk kept the financial situation rolling smoothly. As a crossroads. canteens have had many spine-tingling revelations. In the midst of speaking to a hostess, a young soldier gasped and pointed over her