Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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of this club, with his many jokes and pranks en- livening the dull moments. Our class lovers, “Gunna ” and “Slugger”, formed our first two-some. A nice match, wouldn’t you say ? The end of ’49 was quite busy with our Valentine’s Dance and selection of class rings. We broke the tradition of having “Tiger” rings and approved of a simple ring with an “I” inscribed on it. Several girls, I noticed, ordered rings a few sizes too big for their fingers. A little romance, perhaps? Our junior year was also busy. We again chose Bill Markos as president; “Choot”, vice-president; Marilyn Gunn as treasurer; and myself as secretary. Apparently liking the way these officers handled their affairs, the class also elected them to the same offices in our senior year. Our class rings finally arrived after what seemed like months of waiting, and we proudly showed them off to everyone. Gordie MacIntyre and Paul Jean left us this year for a career in the army, and many sighs from the female portion of Ipswich High followed them. Talented Pat Sullivan also left us to attend school in Newburyport, but her empty seat was quickly filled by Fred Manzer, whom several people had remembered from grade-school days. An operetta, under the direction of Mr. Tozer, was presented. We were quite proud of the fact that several juniors took part in this successful presentation, and it prophesied a bright future in the singing world for Charlie Abbott, who was one of the principal characters in the play. Although we had a very successful Christmas Dance, the big event of our social life was, of course, the Junior Prom. With stars in our eyes we cut out, pasted, and arranged a spring garden scene on the walls of the gym. Outside of David Caverly’s get- ting stuck on the top of the basketball baskets, and Skippy Graffum drawing crossed-eyes on the rab- bits, the Decorating Committee was pretty success- ful in transforming the gym into a fairy-land. The most exciting event of the dance was the Grand March, when the class formed a large “52” on the gymnasium floor. All in all, it was a grand and glorious evening, a fitting climax to our junior year. Feeling very important, we proudly entered Study Hall and took our seats at the beginning of our senior year. We soon got used to being first in line for cafeteria and sitting down front in assemblies, but we haven’t yet learned to pick up papers under our desks, as Gage Whittier and David Perley can testify. Our barn dance, sponsored by the Boosters’ Club, was largely attended and greatly enjoyed. The Refreshment Committee hid doughnuts in the steam kettle and drank enormous amounts of apple cider, but otherwise it was a quiet evening. We also had the traditional Senior Day, got a little over-ambi- tious, and ran through the corridors of the school gaily singing Christmas carols, and promptly got a good dressing-down, which we undoubtedly de- served. Class meetings became more and more interest- ing: we voted for class colors (maroon and silver), navy blue caps and gowns, “Tiger”, class pictures, and a senior play. This play, “Seven Keys to Baldpate”, was successful, and everyone agreed that every actor was in character. In spite of the fact that there were never enough keys to go around and frequent pistol shots frightened the actors, and numerous other minor difficulties presented themselves at rehearsals, the cast and managers really enjoyed themselves and will look back on March 1952, when the play was in preparation, as one of their pleasantest memories. We think it also worthy of note that we had the male talent in our class to produce a he-man play that was a little different from the ordinary. We lost two more members of our class this year. Peter Tyler and Terry Ames seemed to find the navy more attractive than homework. (Who can blame them ? ) As spring grew near, we became busier still — class pictures were taken, caps and gowns were ordered, class day and graduation parts wei’e given out, and excitement ran high. We have enjoyed our stay at Ipswich High School with all its fun and work. Ahead lies our future — school, work, or marriage — new scenes and faces — but our fondest thoughts and memories will al- ways return to I. H. S. Class PROFK CV TIME: 1962. CHARACTERS: Raymond Tarr and Muriel Flewelling. SCENE: A park in Rockefeller Center, New York City. Ray is reading the inscrip- tion on the pedestal of a statue; Muriel, studying the features of the same statue, comes upon Ray. The two collide. Muriel: Why don’t you watch where you’re going? Raymond: I beg your pardon lady, but you bumped into me. Muriel: I bumped into you .... Gosh you look awfully familiar to me. Raymond: I don’t think so. Miss. You see I hail from Ipswich, Massachusetts. Muriel: Ipswich!! Why, I come from there my- self. Say .... I remember you. You’re Ray Tarr. Raymond: Well, you know me, but I . . . . now I know you, you’re Muriel Flewelling. We were classmates back in good old Ipswich High. Gee, I haven’t seen you in a long time. How ai-e you? What are you doing? Are you married? Have you heard anything from any of our old class- mates ? Muriel: Hold on there a minute. I can answer only one question at a time. 23

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signed. The College is now back on its feet and is pursuing a sane athletic program. Let us now look at some of the scholarships and breaks given to athletes by some of our universities. Ohio State gives 150 jobs paying up to $100 monthly for fifteen hours of work per week. Southern Methodist gives 154 straight athletic scholarships and 140 academic scholarships. Bradley star ath- letes get credits for very weird subjects — handball, social and square dancing, first aid, and elernentary swimming, to mention a few. At the University of Pennsylvania, state legislators, with eyes for athletes, make 675 scholarship nominations yearly. However, we must realize that these cases are the exceptions, not the rule. Most colleges pursue good healthy athletic programs. New England colleges especially have fine athletic systems. Princeton has proved that good football can be played without overemphasis. In fact, Dick Kazmaier, the great all-American, lost his $300 scholarship because his marks fell off .2 of a point. Princeton, Harvard and Yale do not give athletic scholarships, and practice is limited; studies must come first, and more boys get a chance to play. Another good system is that of Boston College where practice is only seven to nine hours weekly and spring practice is limited to four weeks, though many say that spring prac- tice should be abolished completely. As I stated before, most colleges pursue sane and healthv programs, but since one rotten apple must be removed because it will gradually spoil a bushel of good ones, the harmful programs must be checked. Individual colleges have begun to check their own systems and many organizations are passing rules to check and kill this unhealthy growth. Kentucky has announced that it will stop all out of state recruiting of football players and instead will look for Kentucky high school players. This may not solve the problem, but it is a step in the right direction. The American Council on Education has proposed banning all postseason bowl games, barr- ing freshmen from the varsity, and eliminating all athletic scholarships. The National Collegiate Ath- letic Association voted to allow bowl games for another year but limited out-of-season practice to thirty days and voted to continue to limit the tele- vising of games. Ihis latter move will cost Notre Dame and Pennsylvania one half million dollars. The Pacific Coast Conference adopted an honor system for policing subsidization — the men put on their honor were the college presidents. The Big Seven Conference voted to ban bowl games as did the Southern Conference, which suspended Mary- land and Clemson for accepting bowl bids. The only trouble with this is that if we get too many black sheep, then the rules are worthless. We must also remember that problems of subsidizing exist in conferences that never play postseason games. An- other setback came when Southeast Conference officials told the college presidents to stick to their educational knitting. Every reform movement, however, meets obstacles. It will just take a little time to overcome them. The reform will take place; we must give it time. I am not sanguine enough to believe athletics will ever be cleaned up com- pletely; things seldom are. But there will be im- provement that will lift this sick athletic program to its feet and mend its wounds. We know that a broken leg will not become absolutely perfect, but it can become strong and healthy again, just as we hope our college athletics will become strong and healthy once more and take their proper place in the educational program. CtdSS HlSTOKy By MARY CHADBOURNE Our high school life began one early morning in September, 1948. As eighth-graders, we had learned the schedules and had accustomed ourselves to the Study Hall seats, and had learned to stay away fj’om Mrs. Lord’s diligent eye. Now we faced the pros- pect of being freshmen — those lowly under-grad- uates. However, our year was brightened an d our numbers increased by many Rowley students and also by some from the parochial school. “Slugger” Burke was a decidedly attractive ad- dition, and most of the girls had a crush on him at one time or another. We settled down to more serious business at our first class meeting when we voted Bill Markos, presi- dent; “Choot”, vice-president; Marilyn Gunn, treas- urer; and myself, secretary. It was during this year that we discovered that parties were fun, and practically every week either Muriel or Sally gave one. And many boys woke up to the fact that girls were fun too. Bill Markos and “Choot” heading the list. We eagerly participated in the many school ac- tivities — football games, plays, and dances. Early in the fall, the coach recognized the athletic possi- bilities of several of our boys, among them Gordie MacIntyre, Paul Jean, Bill Markos, “Choot”, and George Bouchard . These boys later greatly helped our football team during their stay at school and fulfilled their early promise. At last came the day of the freshman dance — a St. Patrick’s Dance. Irene Smolenski’s artistic talent came to our rescue in the form of attractive posters, while Pat Sullivan displayed her versatility in cutting out decorations. Our dance was enjoyed by everyone, especially after we persuaded the bashful boys to dance, which isn’t as easy as it sounds. During June we began looking forward to our sophomore year, second year Latin, and geometry. A few of our classmates had left us during the year — Andrew Pappamahiel, petite Mary Ann Emerson, and vivacious Anne Peabody among them. During our busy sophomore year our officers were Bill Markos, president; “Choot”, vice-president; Elaine Eliopoulos, treasurer; I, secretary. This year we decided to put on for an assembly program, a one-act play called “The Teeth of the Gift Horse”. Oh, the plot and acting were fine; to the audience, however, it was like watching an old-fashioned moving-picture — no sound. Anyway, it was fun putting it on. One thing we positively learned — Bill Markos didn’t live in a house, but in Grand Central Station, or so his English compositions stated. And we also learned that Gage’s talent for writing was very clever and witty. A Latin Club was formed and with Mrs. Lord as its adviser, we found that Latin could be fun, but also dangerous when we raced up and down the corridor in stocking feet with two legs tied to- gether. Gage Whittier was an invaluable member 22

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Raymond: Come over here and sit down. (Points to a bench — the two walk over to it and sit down.) We can talk better here. Muriel: What have you been doing with your- self lately, Ray ? Raymond: I am the heating engineer for the Earl L. Elliott Company in Ipswich, and I am in New York to attend the annual National Heating Engineers’ Convention to be held on Long Island this coming Friday and Saturday. By the way, what are you doing? Muriel: I am the secretary for the National Can- cer Association here in New York. Raymond: That sounds like a good job. You always wanted to be a medical secretary. Muriel: Today happens to be my day off. Raymond: I was reading an article in the paper the other day on the Navy, and it recalled to me the letter I had received from Pete Tyler in which he said he had just taken a stiff exam. Muriel: That’s right; Pete left us in our senior year to join the Navy. Well, how did he finish? Or didn’t he dare say? Raymond: Oh, he told me all right. Yes, sir, he passed with flying colors to become chief cook and bottle washer on the U.S.S. Sink’um. Muriel (laughing): I’m quite sure Pete will do well in that position. Say, that reminds me -— while we’re on the subject of the Navy and posi- tions, have you heard the latest about President Bouchard ? Raymond: What do you mean by the latest? Muriel: Why that he appointed Terry Ames Ad- miral of the Pacific Fleet. I was so happy to hear that. His career was well-suited to him I should say. Just imagine — an admiral before he’s thirty years old. Raymond: Look at George Bouchard, though, president of the United States, no less! Muriel: George has always had the ability and, most important, the perseverence necessary for success. I think we all knew we’d be hearing great things of him. He .certainly didn’t let us down. Raymond: Say, we’ve talked about boys, and that pleases you .... Muriel: Why, thank you, Mr. Tarr! Raymond: Oh no offense meant — but let’s get on the subject of our old female classmates. That would please me! Muriel: So that’s your angle. I should have known something was boiling in that handsome head of yours. Where shall we begin? Raymond: How about Theresa Tondreault? It seems that she sat near me in Study Hall our senior year. Golly, I remember when she turned over in her father’s car on the Turnpike. Muriel: It’s strange that you remember that, Ray, because now she is the manager of General Motors. Raymond: Oh, she’s playing on the safe side now. In case of a smash up the car will easily be re- placed. M uriel: Yes, than maybe she’ll get a convertible (sigh). Theresa helps keep Sally Smith in business too, but Skinner Weagle heads the list as her best customer. Why, do you know that he ... . Raymond: There you go again — you women never let a man get a word in edgewise. If you must tell me this, please begin at the beginning. Muriel: Well, you knew that Sally always wanted to run a gasoline station .... Raymond: No, I didn’t know that. Muriel: Why, yes, for as long as I can remember that was a great desire of hers, and upon graduating from the University of Massachusetts she bought a small gasoline station which she manages on the side after writing un her article for the Reader’s Digest and between publishing her novels. Our little Sally has come a long way. Raymond: Now what in the world did Skinner have to do with Sally owning a gasoline station? Muriel: Well, what do you think busses usually run on? Raymond: Say, that’s right too. So Skinner still has the bus service between Ipswich and Hamilton. It must be bringing in the cabbage, too, from your previous statement. Muriel: It certainly is ... . and do you know that everyone has his slogan on the tip of his tongue? Raymond: How’s that go? Muriel: Around the block? Don’t Walke; To be in time for dinner, Call on dependable Skinner. Raymond: Well, now I’ve heard just about every- thing; leave it to him to think up such a way for advei’tising his business. When you mentioned Sally writing and publishing novels, it set me to think- ing — there must have been others in our class who have tried their luck at journalism. Muriel: Ihere certainly were. The one who comes to my mind now is Mary Chadbourne. Raymond: Is that right? I remember that she was chosen the most popular girl. Muriel: And now Chaddie’s making good use of her title. Raymond: What do you mean? Is she in a contest? Muriel: Contest! Goodness no. She has just re- ceived recognition on the publication of her book, “How To Become Popular In Two Easy Lessons”. Raymond: Sounds pretty good — but can it be done ? Muriel: Chaddie was thinking the same thing and has already begun a sequel entitled “Men! How To Meet Them, Greet Them, and Keep Them.” Raymond: Right now I wish someone w ' ould write one something like this; “How A Woman’s Mind Functions”. Muriel: Oh, as if women were a great mystery to you! Raymond: Ahem. As you were. Miss Flewelling. I remember someone who surprised us all by en- tering the literary field. Muriel: Who’s that? Raymond: Elaine Eliopoulos. Why I thought she would surely be a physical education teacher. It really astonished me when I learned she was a poet. Muriel: Yes, I think Elio would have made an excellent gym teacher, too, but don’t forget how well she read the poems for Miss Allen in English class, or the good grades she received on her essays. No, I don’t think I was too surprised when I heard of her success as a poet. By the way, did Gage Whittier make use of his writing ability? As I recall, his poems and stories were a great attrac- tion in the “Cub”. Raymond: Well that can be answered by “Yes” and “No”. Gage still writes poems, etc. in his leisure and for the mere enjoyment of writing; every so often he sends a few to magazines and newspapers. However, right now he and Charlie Abbott are kept pretty busy posing for Skippy Graffum. Muriel: What in the world for? Why I thought Skippy Graffum had a daily comic strip in the “Boston Globe”. Raymond: He has, and Gage and Charlie are his models for his two chief characters, “Hi” and “Lo”. Muriel: Oh, that explains it. Raymond: Quite often they are called to work unexpectedly but Janice Levere’s taxi service has been right there to serve them in their need. Muriel: I imagine Mary Bobola is a regular passenger with Janice Levere, especially since Janice features special rates for long distance trips. 24