Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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and an able actress as she effectively played her role in the senior play. Also honoring our ranks this year was Billy Bruni, hailing from Peabody. Bi.i, with his violin, was a great asset to the enter- tainments we presented, and he never failed to get an encore. Returning to the old haunting grounds the next fall, as sophomores this time, we felt as though we knew all the ropes and we were, to put it mildly, slightly conceited. We were not the only ones who thought so, for later in the year an anonymous dic- tionary of I.H.S. appeared in the “Cub” and we, as sopnomores, were proclaimed “the supposed sophis- ticates of I.H.S.” Climbing off our high horse, we settled down and chase our leaders. Charles Bolles was promoted from his position as vice president to the office of presi- dent. His foimer position of vice president was taken by Clark McCarthy. Confident in the good work of our secretary, we again chose Maureen Sullivan, and for the position of treasurer, we voted for Eleanor Buxton. Eleanor joined us in our sophomore year and getting into the swing of things in no time at all, we immediately developed faith in her and turned our money box over to her. We missed “Lolly”, though, when she didn’t return to us in our junior year, as she left to attend Concord High. Others joining us this year were Ann Lombard and Henry Morgan. Ann has made many friends since our sophomore year and Henry has often broken the silence of our classes with his bellowing laugh. We missed him when he left us in the middle of our senior year to join the Air Corps. Once again we rounded up all the talent and presented another entertainment for the school. And once again Billy Bruni held the audience spell- bound with “Fiddle Faddle.” Our sophomore year was indeed the highlight year of our high school career, for the majority of us had Mrs. Lord for English, Latin, and Home Room. She proved most interesting and had us constantly marveling and gasping at the astounding feats she performed in her youth and drooling over her favorite recipes — one of these a Spanish chicken casserole. Yes, she provided us with much humor as well as studies, and whatever she said or did always made the headlines in “The Cub.” As juniors, we had become bolder, proud, and a little anxious, as we remembered the Junior Prom and class rings ahead. To conduct our affairs, we kept our same presi- dent and secretary, and elected Ann Hull as our vies president, and Katherine Flynn as our treasurer. Once again the urge to sing and dance came upon us, so once again we presented another successful entertainment for the school with many boys par- ticipating. Our class rings arrived at last. There was some exchanging, but most of us placed our ring on the reserved finger. After much fuss and debate, we held our Junior Prom. Even though we had the eternal problem of lack of escorts, there was quite a turnout of juniors and everyone had fun. The prom was thought to have been quite successful even though the news “leaked” out that it had left us a few dollars and cents in the hole. Towards the end of our junior year, we learned that the senior class was leaving us a “gift.” Of course, we were pleased and eager to learn what the gift would be and found out in due time that it was William Pescosolido. Now don’t get me wrong; Bill didn’t flunk. He simply requested a demotion to our junior class because he loved basketball and wanted to play it one more year. At any rate we welcomed him, for Bill proved to be quite a valuable acquisition as he livened up our classes with his many jokes and witty remarks and played well an important lead in the senior play. We also welcomed Kay Billings, much to the delight of the boys, and Allegra Cripps, our woman pilot. Our senior year found us united into one big family, huddled in the Study Hall with Miss Allen mothering the brood. Missing in our ranks this year were Katy Flynn and Billy Bruni. Katy had heard wedding bells early last summer, and Billy was stolen by Governor Dummer. An eventful and busy year was ahead of us, so we got right down to business and chose our leaders. David Wilson returned to his office of president after two years’ retirement. Sumner Tyler took the seat of vice president. We kept our same faithful secre- tary, Maureen Sullivan, and gave the money box to Letitia Day. First of all, we held the Hallowe’en Barn Dance which was sponsored by the Boosters’ Club. Fun was had by all and another successful evening was experienced. Our senior day was somewhat calmer than the usual senior day, the highlight of the affair being Gwyneth Gunn’s joke present. Our next venture was the benefit show which was held to collect funds for athletics. The entire school participated, and the public felt they received their money’s worth, as the show was a huge success. A great deal of credit is due to Florence Campbell, who was the originator of the idea and took charge of the entire show and helped make it the success it was. A fashion show was arranged this year for girls only, but since the boys argued that they would be paying for the clothes in future years, they were given special permission to attend. Our four lovely models were Joey Gillis, Eleanor Powers, Florence Campbell, and Ann Hull. Something fairly recent at I.H.S. is Good Govern- ment Day. An appropriate program was arranged by the economics class and an election was held the following day in which David Wilson became our representative. At the same time we chose our D.A.R. girl, Mary O’Brien, a student very deserving of the honor. Of course, the year would not have been complete without a senior play, so we presented one of Noel Coward’s sparkling comedies — “I’ll Leave It To You.” All concerned worked hard towards its suc- cess, and Clark McCarthy, I understand, learned a little something about women. Since last year’s Operetta was so successful, an- other was presented this year with Eleanor Powers, David Wilson, Clark McCarthy, Irene Boudreau, James Hill, Maureen Sullivan, Sumner Tyler, Ann Lombard, Charles Bolles, and Janet Gillis taking the leading roles. Now all that remains of this high school career are the big nights — graduation and reception. Behind them lie five long years of high school life, five long years of study, and friendship, and five long years of happiness — fraught with memo- ries of I.H.S. which we shall cherish always. 21

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From the Church should come high ideals and the spiritual satisfaction that comes from right liv- ing. Senator Tobey during the Kefauver hearings called on the people to seek religious inspiration and predicted that through a return to religious prin- ciples “we will have a nation in which ‘dwelleth righteousness’ and before God, it is high time!” In the school more stress should be placed on development of sound character through a respon- sible attitude towards work on the part of the stu- dent. Many irresponsible pupils try to slide by with doing as little honest work and putting in as little time as possible in order to receive their diplomas. But a diploma should mean more than just sliding by. It should represent a key to the future which has been earned by honest perserverance, and it should be a symbol of a sound character as well as of academic achievement. So far as the teen-ager, or anybody else for that matter, is concerned, morality, like charity, begins at home. Sara Henderson Hay in her sonnet has expressed it well in these words: CLASS HISTOJRY CLASS HISTORY By EVELYN KARALIAS “When I, with bitter tongue, denounce those crimes Which man commits against his fellow men, And say he makes a shambles of the times. And list his evil deeds again, again; Cry he is ruthless to achieve his ends, Say he is cruel and greedy and unwise, That he betrays his honor and his friends, At my own door the accusation his. For I am part of the great body of Man And in my breast there lodges all I blame, Diminished merely in its scope and span, In its essential qualities the same. Between the world’s and my own sins I find ' lhe differences of degree, not kind.” This would lead us to conclude that the hope for the future then lies in the determined effort of each individual to make of himself a nobler character. This effort when multiplied by 150,000,000 would obviously result in a better America, and when multiplied still further by 2,000,000,000, a better world. It was a pleasant fall day in early September in the year of 1946 when our class, the class of 1951, launched its career at I. H. S. That year, our first, will not be easily forgotten, for it introduced to us a new system of learning and many new friends. Observing and somewhat brilliant, we, before long, had mastered locker combinations, drawn mental maps of the different routes to classrooms, and quickly learned which stairway to use. The one-way seats in Study Hall didn’t bother us. We just climbed over — gracefully if you happened to be a girl, not so gracefully if a boy. After all the excitement and thrill were over, we settled down and elected David Wilson as our president; Philip Ross as our vice-president; Eleanor Powers, our secretary; and Letitia Day, our treasurer. We held the traditional eighth grade social, which proved to be fun and served as our introduction to high school social life. Our talented class was already taking shape. We presented our first assembly in the form of a play. Most of the credit for its success was due to Miss Hill, who directed it. A rather tardy apology may not be out of order for the many distressing mo- ments we caused her by consuming quantities of potato chips backstage during rehearsals. The claim of our brilliance was finally justified when two of our supposed prodigies, Clark McCarthy and David Wilson, attempted to recite from memory the poem, “The Barefoot Boy,” backwards. Clark did very well with very few errors, but it was David who excelled in the recitations. The fall of 1947 found us full-fledged high school students — capable of appearing on the honor roll, studying subjects of our own choosing, and partici- pating in sports. To lead us this year, we kept our same president, David Wilson, and elected Charlie Bolles to the office of vice president; Maureen Sulli- van, secretary, and Letitia Day, treasurer. We were full of new ambition and vigor in this year, and not knowing all the rules, we wanted to mimic the upperclassmen and choose class celebrities and vote on this and that, but Miss Manzer curbed our enthusiasm and assured us there was plenty of time for these activities later. We were, however, allowed to choose class colors of royal blue and silver. We held our first dance for the school on Saint Patrick’s Day, which proved to be an enjoyable one. The old desire to show off our talent returned again this year when we presented our first enter- tainment to the school. Packed with a variety of talent and something different, it caused classes ahead of us to mention us in their wills, a bit of publicity which made us quite proud. In this very year our enthusiasm at one of the assemblies was mistaken for misconduct, and we were publicly and immediately subjected to lessons on how to enter and behave in the auditorium. This setback, to our prestige, however, did not lessen our enthusiasm for all future assemblies. We welcomed Lois Lindberg to our happy group this year. Lois has proved herself a friendly class- mate, a good student, often making our honor roll, 20

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CLASS TIME: 1961. CHARACTERS: Ann Hull and Clark McCarthy. SCENE: An Internal Revenue Office. Clark is seated behind a desk reading a large black book with huge dollar signs all over it. Ann enters the office and speaks. Ann: I beg your pardon . . . Clark: Yes, what is it — speak right up, Miss. We don’t have time to waste here, you know. Don’t be bashful — what’s your business? Ann: Well! For such a little man, you certainly can spurt out a lot of hot air. Clark: Well, I guess you told me. Now, can I help you? Ann: Yes, you can. I’m here for a friend named Margaret Belanger. You taxed her two million dol- lars this year, and I think it’s too much. She didn’t want to make a fuss over such a trifle, but I thought she should. After all, Margie is only a baby nurse in Beverly Hills now, working for Hedy Lamarr, and she isn’t making quite that much. Clark: Margie Belanger! Why, I went to school with her in Ipswich. She was a pretty little thing. Ann: You certainly did not — why I — No! Did you say your name was McCarthy ? Of course, you’re Clark McCai’thy. Well, for heaven’s sakes, I’m Ann Hull. Clark: Ann Hull! I remember you. Remember, we did the Class Prophecy together? Oh, will you ever forget what we said about Kay Billings? (They both go into roars of laughter.) Ann: What is Kay doing now, by the way? Clark: What we said she would. She’s married and has thirteen beautiful children. Ann: Gee, I hope there’ll be one more. Thirteen is an unlucky number, you know? Clark: How about Charlie Bolles? I remember he used to write for the Chronicle in high school. Ann: The Chronicle! Why, Bollesie is Editor-in- Chief of the New York Times. Clark: That’s wonderful. He was always inter- ested in newspaper work. Ann: Remember our “petite jeune fille,” Irene Boudreau What’s she up to now? Clark: Oh, Irene owns Marcorelle’s Store. She sure ran them right out of business. When John Burns inherited his $300,000, he offered to go into business with her. He’s managing the store and she’s the bookkeeper. Ann: Wouldn’t you know it? I wonder how she keeps him awake long enough to make change though ? Hey, you know who I saw the other day ? — Florence Campbell. Clark: No kidding? Where’d you see her? Ann: I was riding through Rockport when I noticed a red cape and French beret go walking by, carrying an easel. It was Flo! She’s the president of the Rockport Art Association, no less. Francis Cartledge carries her paint pots around for her in his spare time. Clark: Well, I heard that Francis had bought the Mystic River Bridge, and was building another just like it right beside it. Building it himself, of course. He claims you can’t trust laborers. Ann: Say, isn’t Ruth Clancy a telephone operator in New York now? Clark: Yes, but she insists on working at night because she claims that the conversations are much more interesting. Ann: Allegra Cripps is giving flying lessons now in Ipswich. She has her own air field up on her hill. It’s so windy up there, it’s good for flying. Clark: Speaking of flying, I hear Grace Cronin is really flying around the White House these days. She’s secretary to Senator Pretzel. Ann: Well, isn’t that grand for Grace! Here’s a good one. When I was in New York last week-end, 1 bumped into Letitia Day. She’s just as pretty as ever. Her hubby, “Don”, is a Major now. Naturally, Titia s still the General on the homefront, though. Clark: General, huh? You remember when Rich- d Doit graduated, he said he was going to join the Navy. Well, that kid is really going places. Now he is “chief cook and bottle washer” on the Queen Elizabeth. Ann. es, and Phyllis Gauthier is on the same ship nursing the stowaways. Clark: What? Stowaways? Ann: Sure, Janet Gillis is married to the Captain of the boat, so Phyllis can get away with it. Clark: Ann, sometimes I don’t feel that I can believe you. You keep my thoughts just dancing. Dancing. That reminds me. What’s Joey Gnlis doing now ? Clark: Joey’s taken over Arthur Murray’s danc- ing classes. She just made a movie with Fred Astaire a few months ago, too. Ann: That’s grand! Clark : I hear Grace Girard is Editor of the Better blums and Gardens Magazine. Ann . Really ? I heard that Lillian Hawkes has just inherited the United Airlines, and that Gwyneth Gunn is the Head Stewardess on her planes. Claik. T es, and Louise Gwinn is teaching kin- dergarten in Hamilton now, too. Ann: Did you know that Harriet Heard is the Superintendent of the Cable Memorial Hospital. She’s kept busy reading bedtime stories to all of the patients up there. Clark: The other day I was down at the docks and who should be there but Helen Hill! She was waiting for Jackie to dock. You know, if that guy doesn’t quit the service pretty soon, I’m afraid Helen will join the Navy. oo