Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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THE PILGRIM 9 sion. A farmer's life is not the life- To KENNETH TINGLEY: Louis Stein leaves the following sen- tences to be correctly punctuated in such a manner that they make sense: 1. Put a dash between Boots and and and and and Shoes. 2. That that is is that that is not is not is that not it it is. 3. John while James had had had had had had had had had had had the approval of the examiner. On this sixth day of June, 1931, we do hereby in the presence of: Bridget O'Flynn Dangerous Dan MacGrew declare this to be our last will and testament, and as witnesses thereof, we two do now, at the request of, and in the presence of each other, hereunto sign: SEARS AND ROEBUCK Dorothy F. Covell Thelma C. Birnstein THE FUTURE Class Prophecy IN high spirits because we had just purchased a brand new 1951 model radio-powered plane, my pal and I decided to put her to good use. Twenty years had elapsed since graduation from Plymouth High School, and we considered it high time to find out just how our classmates were faring. Our first port of call was Washington, D. C., to which, in increasing numbers as the years passed by, many of our friends who had always been con- sidered ambitious and political- minded had migrated. , Unlike many who visit the Cap- itol, we had a very personal reason for paying our respects at the White House. During our school days we had rarely seen Katharine Davis upset by the pressure of her many duties, and now, as private secretary to the president, she was her usual calm and efficient self. She ushered us into the presence of the chief executive of the nation, Robert Armstrong, just as Verna Hurle and Viola Hunter were leav- ing. They had presumed upon their personal acquaintance with the president to ask him to use his au- thority against Alice Lema, Eliza- beth Hayes, and Mary Ryan who insisted upon using the radio in their apartment from dawn till dark in the faint hope that they might again hear the voice of Bru- no Zangheri. Bruno was with the Metropolitan Opera Company, we discovered, but upon rare occasions he broadcast negro spirituals' for the Calnan KL Landry School for Girls. On our way out we met a very well-dressed gentleman who seemed familiar, and then we both real- ized almost at the same time that this distinguished personage was Thomas Dries. We learned that he was a lobbyist, and that he was about to try to convince President Armstrong that Argio Rebuttini should be granted a monopoly in the retail fruit business. Wishing him luck, we trundled over to the U. S. Mint where Richard Young ruled as head of the Dime Department, Gilda Cap- panari acting as his assistant. The department had been showing a neat profit since the day when Richard had accepted the advice of lVIary Tracy, famed financial wiz- ard. She had instituted the idea of a new rate of exchange-eleven new dimes returned for each tat- tered dollar bill-to any high school pupil who could prove that h e was a regular contributor to the Ten-Cents-A-Week Plan. We found Louis Stein in charge ol' the Department of Perplexing Problems. Here he operated a sort of national information bureau- and guaranteed within forty-eight hours an answer to any and all problems troubling any citizen. He had been appointed to this oflice di- rectly after he had leaped to fame by refuting the Einstein Theory and advancing the simpler Stein Theory. Many of the problems that were received by Stein were sent for solution to a sub-bureau in charge of Jane Burns, who used the new Burns Equations in finding the value of X.

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8 THE PILGRIM To MISS LOCKLIN: A pair of gloves, fpreferably not whiteb, to be used in pounding the keys of the piano in an effort to extract music from its injured organs, without soiling your hands. To MISS CUMMINGS: Adequate room to accommodate the young would-be housewives in preparing that Home you love to see. To MRS. GARVIN: Two worthy co-captains to maintain the morale of the teams, and praises galore from Monsieur X CUnknown quan- tityj, of the Big Red House, to be bestowed upon your Charlie To MR. SMITH: A new manager to execute faithfully the demands of the Woolworth Plan, and a new set of initials that will not tempt the young flighty things to call, HJ. Hy? To ALL FRESHMEN TEACHERS: Courage: Rome wasn't built in a day. To the CLASS OF 1932! OLII' lockers: they may need a cleaning, but they are worth it. A warning is issued, however, that you do not buy keys unless you wish to employ a locksmith to open the locker doors for you. To the CLASS OF 1933: Lots of room. You'll need it if people in- sist upon having one-way traffic Ceach has his own idea of which way is The 0129.5 To the CLASS OF 1934: Self- controlg your spirit of independ- ence is not to be exercised in the presence of your superiors. - To CLARENCE FORTINI: Sparky's physique to be exercised on field and iioor, and you will soon become a brawny hero in the eyes of every- one. Have faith: Big oaks from little acorns grow. To FRANCIS BROADBENT: A billy club to aid you in teaching those who insist upon scratching the varnish of P. H. S. grounds, that you mean business. To JOHN BRADFORD: Mary Gray- son to share his weary moments, and to accompany him as he ma- nipulates his car UD along the Hillside Boulevard. To HTIPH CAVALLINI AND HIS ASSOCIATES: A good round half- dollar that you may all obtain a haircut suitable to your size and shape, but not in the style of the Kollege Kuts. To ADELE COHEN: The book en- titled How and Where to Use Cosmeticsf' There's a time and place for everything. To PHYLLIS SMITH: The right to succeed Miss Edna Wallace Hopper. Tune in at 2:30, Station BLAH, and you will be astounded at what may be accomplished with the tongue in a very short space of time. To PETE FERIOLI: A profession that suits your abilities. As a woman-hater you're a fake, and dog catching is not a promising position even for a man possessing such taking ways. To RUBY JOHNSON: A car with yellow wheels with a dashing young Romeo in the driver's seat. To EUGENIA MORTON: High hopes that her heart's desire will come true. They say that Scotch- men are tight. We wonder in what respects? For further information apply to Anne Harlow, who knows Scotchmen rather well. To DONALD MCLEAN: A new sweater: red and white pulls too much at the heart strings of the girl who knows who really owns the one you are wearing now. To THE GIRLS: John Sears, the Myles Standish of the Senior Class, with Thomas Dries to impersonate John Alden. To ONE WHO MAY BE INTER- ESTED: Ridhard Young's office. Will it pleased be notice that it is not specifically noted in which ofHce duties are to be executed? To THE OFFICE GIRL: A dashing young blonde of the male sex, with the request that she exercise in- fluence upon his choice of profes-

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10 THE PILGRIM We then entered our plane and flew to a town that we knew very well to be the well-ordered and peaceful town of Plymouth. We hovered over the Shipman Memo- rial Field where a ball game was taking place and were finally able to distinguish the figure of Sparkie Spath, manager of the Clam Town Cubs as he instructed A. Scag- liarini in the fine art of hitting home runs. The one-man cheering squad we could easily recognize by the voice. It was our old friend, Joe Sullivan. On another part of the field spring hockey practice was in ses- sion with Mary Deans as instruc- tor. She had called in Josephine Nunes and Dorothy Covell for a demonstration of how it was done in the good old days. We landed at the Plymouth Country Club where Instructor Vickery was endeavoring to show John Donovan how he made two holes in one shot. The expression on John's face was both dubious and admiring. These two gentlemen forsook their game long enough to tell us how to get to Balboni's Barber Shoppe. There we found the pro- prietor administering a Sea Wave to the tresses of Hilda Goddard. We were forced to leave when Mr. Balboni became too insistent about the merits of the Balboni Zip. Simply because we went to school with him was no reason why he should feel hurt because we were unwilling for him to practice upon us. In the same building we saw in gold letters Govi-Imported Gowns. Through the window we caught a glimpse of one of her models-Agnes Feci. And we had never suspected that she had a secret passion for clothes! On the floor below we found Ceccarelli's Cleaning and Pressing Emporium. The proprietor was trying to convince Iris Campbell that he could clean her rare cob- web dance slippers, but Iris thought cob-webs were inclined to be too perishable. Iris' companion, Thelma Birnstein, insisted that Iris could take Mr. Ceccarelli's word in view of the fact that he had had a repu- tation for honesty in his high school days. Once again upon the sidewalk we met Elsie Danti, who graciously allowed us to escort her to Crossley's Market where she pur- chased ham from pigs that had made perfect hogs of themselves- and this was no bologney. Elsie invited us to dinner at her house, and remembering that Elsie never did things by halves, we accepted. The dinner was good. Later that evening we ambled down to MaXwell's Community Playhouse where a mirth-provok- ing comedy by Hanelt SL Arthur was in progress. Katharine Burgess was the leading lady, but she shared honors with Ruth Armes, the comedienne. Pathe News showed pictures of Robert Holmes at his Florida home. These days his name meant power-and he was giving the children-not dimes-but quarters. During intermission we pur- chased a Daily Pole , an out- growth of the old Saturday Even- ing Post. We noticed that the cover design was one of great merit-and then quickly realized the reason why. It was by Muriel Anderson. And the largest adver- tisement described the merits of antique furniture made by Martin- elli's Patented Worm-Hole Borer. After the show we hurried over to John William Reed's Candy Store for something good to eat. J ohn's ofiicial candy-taster, Eliz- abeth Venturi, very kindly made us a present in memory of old high school days. It was a five-pound box of Reed's famous Plymouth Rock Candy. Pleased by the spirit which prompted the gift, we sought the owner and compli- mented him upon his business abil- ity. CAfter we left, we sampled the candy. It was made of Quincy Granite.l On the way out we passed the cashier's desk. Black eyes gazed at us suspiciously as they noted the package in our posses- sion, for which, of course, we hardly felt it necessary to pay. In fact, we weren't even going to ex- plain until we recognized the eyes. They belonged to Addie Scaramelli. In the course of the conversa- tion that followed, Addie informed