Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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

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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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THE PILGRIM 11 us that relatives in England had willed Fannie Zavalcofsky five thousand pounds. She had decided that she was heavy enough and had given the pounds to Sarah Skulsky before she realized that pounds meant money-not weight. With the money Sarah immediately bought out Ethel Dretler's Depart- ment Store and induced her sister Rose to leave a position in Boston in order to work for her. It seemed that Sarah had grown very quiet and reserved. She no longer liked to talk to people. Rose was to in- terview all the salesmen. Wanting more amusement, we strolled over to the Casino where Ameglio Fortini held the amuse- ment concession. Two of the high scorers at the bowling alleys are Dorothy Siever and Marguerite Raymond. Incidentally these girls had made money and were now en- gaged in spending it. They had bought a certain aviation stock which had gone up for an endur- ance record. Then we found that Manager Pratt of the local A Sz P was hav- ing a sale on dog biscuits. He rec- ognized us as possible customers, and launched into a sales talk so convincing that we bought fifty pounds before we remembered that we had no dog. We couldn't carry our purchase with us, Pratt re- fused to store it, so we sent it home by Lawrence's Interstate EX- press. Gordon Barke ran up to us and asked us if we would help him. He wanted to show the crowd a trick with a little electric device that he had invented-but he could find no one to try it on. Gordon looked so appealing that we consented. Briefly-we found ourselves in the Jordan Hospital twenty minutes later-but Gordon escanped unin- jured. The trick hadn't worked be- cause our heads had made such perfect dry cells. The superintendent of the hos- pital, Doris Saracca, was in the room next to ours. Ever kind, she was reading stories to Irene Sassi, who had sprained her hand when she slipped on a banana peel in her eagerness to discover the identity of the tall man who had just moved to town. Frances Talbot was also a patient in the hospital. She had collapsed when her good flriend, Phyllis Morse, told her that she had decided to move to Duxbury. Helen McCormick was there, too. She had laughe-d herself sick one night while listening over the radio to Martha Kabelsky's famous laughter. When she learned that we were in the hospital, Arlene Vassar brought Madeline Northrup to call upon us. And Arlene was not driv- ing a Ford these days, but a brand new Lincoln. Madeline said that she had just received a post-card from Josephine Longinotti who was taking advanced work in French at the Sorbonne. We learned that Emma Wirz- burger had recently been elected Head of the Commercial Depart- men in Plymouth High School, and in the same building Dolores Guido- boni was holding sway in Room 10. Later we had another visitor who came bearing a huge basket of the choicest fruits. Eunice told us that she had just learned of our ac- cident from Evelyn Sloan who had stopped at Cavicchi's Consolidated Fruit Store to buy a thingama- jigger, and she had hastened to ex- tend us her sympathy. She tried valiantly to cheer the invalids with small talk, during the course of which we discovered that Evelyn Everson had not yet married a certain Big Boy, but that Hazel Raymond had married her saxo- phone player and was living happily ever after. And knowing very well that all good pieces of highly-imaginative writing con- clude with that happy-ever-after stuff, we hasten to write Finis. R. King Fratus John H. Sears Q 5013031111 1 irriuininilrinioic0:0 ! GUY W. COOPER ! ! Q ! General Merchandise ! , ! 5 Jabez Corner g ! Telephone 258 Plymouth, Mass. ! l v oaxiuioiuioicxi 211301 ioioinxqozo