Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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THE PILGRIM 9 skating contest next year. It may be possible that the Athl-etic Fund will pro- xgde pneumatic cushions for the un- fortunate ones. MRS. GARVIN :A box of sharp, sturdy tacks for the discouragement of motor- ists who persist in making a boulevard of the girls' hockey field. MR. BAGNALL: Our compliments on his choice of cravats, which pleases even our fastidious taste. MISS DOWLING: A truckful of all con- ceivable types of drawing supplies, so that her art students may do even greater things than we've come to ex- pect of them. MISS LANG: Our thanks for her co- operation when the Class of '39 was de- bating the question of plaid for our class colors. The idea was original, to say the least. MR. GARLAND: A second Robert Wad- low for the center spot on next year's team. MISS LOCKLIN: A detachable snow- plow for her car, said appurtenance to be affixed immediately when she reaches the outskirts of Boston. MR. KNOWLTON: A barrel of apples for his gastronomic delight-and a rabbit hound pour la chassef' MR. PACKARD: An autogyro to trans- port him safely from his domicile in the wilderness to a haven outside Room 102. MISS BOUCHER: A r-equirement that all Senior girls take her cooking course, so that the Class of '39 may make con- tributions of everlasting value to the American cuisine. MISS JUDD: A challenge from her to Floyd Gibbons to dictate more rapidly than she can transcribe in shorthand, the results of said contest to prove be- yond a doubt that the pen is mightier than the tongue. MISS HUMPHREY: Flexible periscopes to be used by certain Seniors who oc- cupy front-row seats in the balcony of the auditorium. This will allow them to focus their optics on the students below without violating the sacredness of the balcony railing. MISS CooMBs: A lot of praise for a wee lass with a grand smile Whose wil- lingness to help others, though occupied with her own secretarial duties, is most gratifying. MISS KELLY: A gold-lined, diamond- studded peephole in her umbrella to minimize the danger of perforating un- wary students while she is crossing the Training Green. MISS JOHNSON : A class of study hall students who always arrive punctually. MISS RAFTER: Morris, Richelieu, and Hamilton controlled the finances of na- tions. But our thanks to Miss Rafter for suggesting the solution of the even more perplexing problem of graduation funds by the introduction of the school banking system. MR. CRAMER: A welcome to New England's rocky shores. We sincerely hope his stay in Plymouth will be a long and pleasant one. MISS WILBER: An orchid to her and her cooperative Senior Latin students for furnishing such fine choices of class mottoes. MISS HUNT: A special dispensation from Providence which would prevent her from hearing any of' our discords. MR. ROMANO! A whistle of unique in- tensity, such that its clarion call may abet his officiating at those hectic South Shore basketball games. MISS ALBERTINI: A cordial invitation to demonstrate to us what weunderstand was her chief avocation while she was a Senior in high school MISS JACQUES: An enconium to her and the I. C. C. for bringing to the school what it considers one of the finest ass-embly programs of the year. CLASS OF 1940: Our condolences in the difficulties you will encounter in attempting to maintain the standards set by the Class of '39. CLASS OF 1941: A gentle hint, dear Juniors to be, that you read our latest book, How To Win Friends and In- fluence School Teachersf' The informa- tion contained therein is the invaluable result of twelve years' research. Signed, sealed, and blotted in the ex- ecutive chambers of Slaphappia by Ima Dudd and Yure A. Nother. Will someone save the Commonwealth of Slaphappia? PAUL DOUGLAS ROBERT RAYMOND The editors wish to thank Miss Judd and her typists for assistance in the preparation of copy for The Pilgrim.

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8 THE PILGRIM midst of a gay throng enjoying our Sophomore Hop. Purple balloons, hung to represent clusters of grapes, made a colorful and unusual decoration and elicited many compliments. Because we had far to travel yet, I was hurriedly drawn into the next year's activities without seeing the second High School Circus. I knew, however, that I was missing excellent entertainment, and I was disappointed at not having seen the Sopohomore girls perform their specialty, The Irish Jig. III The Spirit, calling my attention to the class officers, pointed out: Nahum Morse-President Richard Tubbs-Vice-President Charlotte Whiting-Secretary Frances Brown-Treasurer We did stop, however. in this year to see our third successful attempt at a school Variety Show, Carnival Capers . At the conclusion of the enter- tainment in the auditorium, the cafe- teria rang with the shouts and laughter of all those attending the Midway , whence they departed to the gymnasium to spend the remainder of th-e evening dancing. On our return visit to the auditorium we witnessed the Junior Class presenta- tion of Shakesipeare's Macbeth with an all-junior cast including Shirley Goldsmith, John Canducci, George Banker, and Harrison Longhi. This had been our first real adventure into the realm of the fine arts. Entering Memorial Hall to witness our Junior Promenade, I immediately noticed our long-disputed class colors, which, needless to say, were not plaid! The affair was a distinct success, one of those things the Class of 1939 could not but look back upon with satisfaction. IV Cur Senior year with its innumerable class meetings and important discus- sions immediately permitted me to see in action the class officers! President-Richard Tubbs Vice-President-George Banker Secretary-Ita Murphy Treasurer-Frances Brown Without further ado we were on the sidelines watching an excellent exhibi- tion of good sportsmanship on the part of our 1938 football squad. At the sight of many strange boys and girls in our corridors, I immediately realized that they were guests of the Pilgrim Staff, who were entertaining the Southeastern League of School Papers. Representing our school in a Professor Quiz Program was Richard Tubbs. A physical contest consisting chiefiy of game skills caused much ex- citement, with Plymouth High cheering its candidate, Tillie Bussolari. In a surprisingly short time we were entertained by .Bernard Loring and His Casino Orchestra playing for the Annual Senior Dance. For the first time I noted a frown of disapproval on the face of the ghost. who shook her head sadly. She, too, realized that this affair was not so successful financially as it surely could have been. A Minstrel Show- P. H. S.-Cap- ades -in the auditorium provided our next entertainment. The excellent har- monizing of a thoroughly-disguised chorus combined with the endless wit of the endmen produced a performance worthy of high acclaim. We are at the end of our journey, whispered the Ghost of Four Years Past, and in an instant she was gone, leaving me, like Scrooge, with a changed outlook towards the future, with this visit as an ever-present re- minder of four years spent in Plymouth High School. EMILY MCEWEN TODAY -In F un BEFORE the doors close forever on the egregious and assiduous Class of 1939, and of our deeds only a memory remains, it is our duty to fulfill a solemn rite of bequeathment. And so:- Lest auld acquaintance be forgot And ne'er be brought to mind, We now depart from P. H. S. But leave these gifts behind: To MR. SHIPMAN: A fine new derby to be worn exclusively at football games, in order that it may quell any future insurgent desire of his for the unusual in headgear. MRS. RAYMOND: Our fond hope that she and her Pilgrim Staff will receive the award for the best year book for 1939. MISS CAREY: A chute directly from Senior Chorus to room 104 to insure the prompt delivery of French III students. MR. SMILEY: A large tank of water with which to demonstrate the perplexi- ties of artificial respiration to his in- articulate Sophomores. MR. MONGAN: An abundance of con- testants for a bigger and better roller-

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10 THE PILGRIM TOMORROW -In Fancy 13 Mayflower Street Pilgrim Hollow June 15, 1949 Miss Janie Christie Christie's Cure Company 1414 Broadway New York City, New York Dear Miss Christie: We, Selde M. Wright and Watson A. Kname, traveling salesmen par excel- lence, are now in Pilgrim Hollow, where we stopped to sell your product, Christie's Cure for Corns and Chil- blainsf' However, we met so many of your old friends here that we decided to write you about all we saw. A report of our sales will follow later. As we stopped at the Bus Terminal, Catherine Leonardi, President and Chief Pilot of Kitty's Kumfy Koach Line, shouted, All out for Pilgrim Hollow! We hurriedly clambered from the bus, following Elsie Mullaney and Florence Pimental, the other passengers, and walked across the street to the Pilgrim Hollow Railroad Station. As we en- tered, the Creeping Comet, piloted by Wendell Holmes, rushed into the station. The Comet was three hours, seventeen minutes, and thirty-four seconds late, as usual, though it comes to Pilgrim Hollow but once a week. As soon as it stopped, out came four familiar people. Look, said Selde to Watson, there are Mary Zucchelli, Martha Vickery, Ruth Schilling, and Olivia Soares. Sure enough, out they piled, all sputtering at Lester Anderson, the conductor, because the train was late. By this time Bob Pratt, the baggage master, had a- wakened and started sorting the trunks for these travelers. Beep! Beep! Look out! Up the street came tearing Herb MacBride's Traipsing Taxi. We leaped out of the way as the taxi groaned to a halt and disgorged Priscilla Douglass and Harriet Childs, who rushed pell- mell for the Creeping Cometf' Selde, said Watson, We'd better take this taxi and go up-town. So off we flew, sample cases in hand, to hail the Traipsing Taxi before it could get under way. Once in and started, we had to hang on for dear life, fearing a crash at any moment, but finally we arrived at the City Hall, where we escaped from the cab. We entered the Hall, and, see- ing the door to the Mayor's oflice, we went in. There we discovered Mayor Wilfred Nickerson at his desk, in con- ference with John Cadorette of the Council, in charge of the Chemical Re- search Department of Pilgrim Hollow. vv e were greeted warmly, for these were old friends. We left the Mayor's office and proceeded to look around the Town Hall, which also served as a police and iire station. First into the police station where we found A. Franklin Pierce, Chief of Police, asleep at his desk. Hur- riedly we tiptoed out to the street, just as Sergeant John Dupuis, the other policeman, drove up in the Black Maria. At this moment the fire alarm rang, and, with sirens howling and bells clanging, David Bodell, Fire Chief, whizzed past closely followed by Charlie Brewster and Edward Bibeau in a bi-ight red and yellow iire engine. Fol- lowing them, we found the iire at the Picazano Pet Palace. The sign at the entrance read- Prize Pomeranians- Pullets - Poll Parrots - Pollywogs -- Perky Penguins - Poodles - Pets-a- rlenty. ' 'l he shop, of course, was that of Congetta Provinzano and Jeannette Picard. Having met so many old friends already, we decided to make a tour of Pilgrim Hollow instead of distributing our wares. Perceiving a garage across the street, we went over to rent a car. There we dis- covered the show rooms of Motta and Otto, dealers in new, used, etc. cars. We were pleasantly surprised to see Betsy Drew buying a supercharged V24 Otto- I'llObll'E. Having rented a Motta-car, we started on our tour. Off we went down Main Street, and at the iirst intersection we spied James lodice selling papers and simulta- neously making a speech from a soap- box, d-emanding a new deal for news- boys. He had only one listener, Alfred Francis, who was doing more arguing than listening. After some difficulty in attracting attention, we managed to purchase a Pilgrim Hollow Gasjettef' You can imagine our amazement when we saw on the front page that famous column- One Nose to the Grindstonen -by Robert Raymond. Turning the pages of the Gasjette , we noted that none other than Arthur Poirier was the owner and publisher. Also there was another column, Girl Counsels Boy by Virginia Vinton, and a comic strip por- traying life in the suburbs of Pilgrim Hollow, Mitey Mary Ann , drawn by Mary McCosh. Turning back to the first