Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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Rllgldllgllillgllxllgllxliillgllilillglmlmlkillldliillr-'llbillxllllllrflwirilktllidlziilxlfri El!lxklillBllgiliixllgllgllllwliiilmlxlllfikllllllliillxllxllxkiildllillwMlgillil THE DANDELIONS Dandelions are very rude, They do not seem to know The rules of floral etiquette, The thing to do - and so They come into the garden, VVhc-ther they're asked or notg They get in the beds of the choicest blooms And ruin thc garden plot. They never come by ones or twos. But simply by the dozens. I think they must be country folk They have so many cousins. - Ann Czegka, '50 Graduation Essays THE VALUE OF NEGRO EDUCATION By Anne Barry HENEVEB the question of Negro discrimination comes up, someone is sure to say, The Negro needs edu- cationf, And someone else will contra- dict, Has any Negro ever made use of an education?,' In an affirmative answer would lie the basis of an argument which can help to solve one of the most seri- ous problems confronting our nation to- day. Guiseppi Boghetti was weary of music and musicians, he had had a long day's teaching and did not want to hear this nineteen-year-old choir singer, even if she was recommended by john Thomas Butler or had been taught by Mary Patterson. But her high school princi- pal was so insistent that the fatigued old teacher consented to listen to the shy girl with the soft brown eyes. As her mouth opened, he relaxed and his soul was filled with rapture and ad- miration, for here in the twilight was a tall, calm girl who sang Deep River , and made him cry - Marian Anderson. Later, he entered her in a contest, which she won over three hundred others. But everywhere she met the phrase - Too bad she's a Negrof' Discouraged, she left the United States and had her first concert in Germany. It was the last one that ever cost her money. Success and acclaim were immediate and swift when she returned to her country, and when the D. A. R. refused to lease her Constitution Hall in Washington, Mrs. Roosevelt resigned, the press and clergy protested, and Heifitz and other musi- cians declared that they were ashamed to appear there. A Methodist minister sent his son to Columbia, and when the boy presented him with a card of seven A,sS' and a asked him to account for the KB. The young law student appeased his 5

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lilEIEEIEPJWEIEIIEIEBIELEEWIWIEQIZTIEIZMMIEEIIX E IZKIZIIEIElgltillillilliliitlilililililillilgliltiltitlifillfdliilw THE SEA 'S SECRET HEHEYS a place up the beach and around the bend where the dash- ing midnight breakers heave up on the moon-drenched shore a wave-washed treasure of driftwood. Enhanced by the moonlight, the weird pile, barren and stark, casts with care a grim sil- houette in eerie patterns on the sand. Advancing, I try to distinguish one piece from another, to solve the mys- tery of how they came to be yielded unto the terrible merciless sea. I see tragedy in the broken oar, the curved rocks - and underneath, isnit that . . . But suddenly, I know I must turn back. This lucrative treasure is not meant for the eyes and probes of men. It belongs to the sea, she conquered it and she will retrieve it in her next surging tide, forever to be, though mor- tals may pry. an unsolved mystery and her secret. - Anne Barry IL PENSEROS0 F a grasshopper should accidentally be hiding in my pocket some gloomy day, he would probably consider hu- man beings a melancholy crew. But a learned companion might tell him later that weire not always dejected, since our moods of meditation come in cycles. On that morn, after sleeping and reminiscing in bed as long as possible 4 and doing the daily household chores, without a word to anyone, out the back door I glide and head for the blissful woods or rippling river or breezy fields surrounding our neighborhood. If it is summer, sunning peacefully on the slopes of dunes provides a perfect opportunity for reflecting. Watching the waterfalls and waves, following familiar paths with Nature for a companion are sooth- ing. Stopping iuto church on the way home - tempus doth literally fugit - how hushed are the rich refrains of the organ in the dim candlelight. God seems so near, it is natural to want to read the Bible. One of my greatest weaknesses is glowing embers in a fireplace. Curled up in a pillowy-soft chair before a fire, with a basket of apples and Contempla- tion, I can keep occupied alone for hours. and happy And should 1 not be alone, the psychic little grasshopper will know that I want my companion to be quiet but a little philosophical as we roll smoothly along country roads in an open car, a Warm, fresh May breeze blows, and a power- fully beautiful moon looms o'erhead. Sweet music is softly playing. Senti- mental? Perhaps. Mr. Grasshopper senses a little cry- ing spell, a natural remedy, coming on and hops off to bed to his favorite twig, undoubtedly happy he is just an ephemeral grasshopper. - Alfreda Cuik

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EEBE QECQlEV!lEMEEBltElQlXltElEEINMEBlQ father by being elected to Phi Beta Kappa and chosen All-American end for 1917. This was not enough. He liked to act in the Y.M.C.A. plays, and it was there that Eugene O'Neill spotted him for the lead in The Emperor Ionesf, But fate took another turn, and the boyis ineptitude for whistling caused the script to be changed to singing. The most valued of his talents then was given to the world and a star was born - Paul Robeson. T Hilda Simms craved knowledge and education, but her mother's illness madewahollse for her return' Bentley Came back l it impossible for her to finish her four years at the University of Minnesotag so she took the position of instructor of aesthetics at the Phyliss Wheatley Set- tlement House. There she spent all of her spare hours reading or attending other classes, but it seemed once more, that she would never Hnish her educa- rr tion, for she fell in love with a profes- sor and married him. But God helps those who help themselves, and she was finally able to earn her diploma by teaching English with her husband at Hampton University, Booker T. Wash- ington's alma mater. Her theatrical in- terests were as great as her scholastic ones, and she had been doing bit parts since the age of fifteen, when she finally was put in the American Negro The- ater's Anna Lucastaf' in which she made a smash hit. and a mother sat where she was a The night was dark in the little log cabin slave trying to calm her sick baby. It was the coughing of in the drear days 6 liltifgtlllililglmtilfglglmlgki33.53QKILZIZTIKEXIQQQ of the Civil War, and a raiding army was on the march. Horror struck her as her master flung open the door and grabbed up her other son crying, Run, Mary - the raiders are comingf' But she was not quick enough, and she and the baby were carried away. Her loss was as the loss of a member of the family to Moses Carver, and when lic heard of a bushwhacker named Bent- ley who knew of her whereabouts, he offered eight-hundred dollars of timber- land and a three hundred dollar race 'with news that she had been shipped to Louisiana but had left the baby with two women. I'll take the horsef he said, as he pushed a bundle into Car- rveris hands. Here's the baby - I guess rit's alive. Such was the beginning of George VVashington Carver - one of the Nation,s top research scientists and educators. Because of him, thousands of his race who could not read sign- posts to know where they were going now can read and because of their edu- cation have followed his seven-league steps to fame. The Negro blues singer we cheered in Till the Clouds Roll Byv started in New York iirst as a chorus girl and then as a soloist with a band. Though she couldn't afford an extensive education, she had the will to get ahead in spite of the feeling against her color. She chooses songs for their words, claiming her personality to be far better than her voice. but thereis no one today who can sing that favorite of all American music