Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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with iiilalirr Elnmarh Nun? EDITH ADAMS As silently as Night time falls You do your work Within our halls CONSTANCE ADDYMAN Like the little quintuplets She'd be really unique If for each new pair of socks She sprouted two more feet. LESTER ANDERSON Twelve o'clock and all is well For everyone but Lester, He'll break the record-or his leg, Or we are no Nestor. ELIZA BETH BAKER Her temper's roused, Her face grows red- For, Hi, there, Liz, Someone just said. MADELINE BAKER A most attractive Pilgrim maid Upon the hillside stood, Indians, Indians! she cried As loudly as she could. GEORGE BANKER Georgie went a-bowling To teach Her how to play, But when she'd finished scor- mg. He'd learned boasting didn't Pay- KATHERINE BARATTA In case you should think her Sedate and rather shy, Just rub her the wrong way And watch the fur fly. BROOKS BARNES She's a little inclined To be faintly sarcastic: Incur not her anger, Her friendship's elastic. PARKER BARNES We hope you know the story Of the tortoise and the hare, For to the moral of it You should give a care. JOAN BEEVER Fishy, fishy in the sea, Peter catch him just for nie- Peter fry him in a pan, Peter, Peter, what a man! DOLORES BERNARDO Gentle of speech Quiet of mien With as friendly a smile As ever we've seen. ROSE BERNARDO Never trouble trouble Till trouble troubles you- And since you're nicknamed Trouble, From that we'll take our cue.

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THE PILGRIM and then started again toward the Greasy Grill . Our sum.ptuous repast completed, we felt the desire to attend the theatre. Close to the restaurant we discovered the Pilgrimount . Quick to catch our eyes was this notice flashing across the marquee: Brooks Barnes in Wife of the Thin Man This promised to be worthwhile enter- tainment. so, purchasing tickets, we en- tered. Almost immediately we recog- nized the manager as Joe Farina, who, we recall, was formerly an usher, but who since his high school days must have worked his way to the top. He directed that Tommy Ruggiero, the tap-dancing usher, show us to our seats, and we settled back to enjoy the per- formance. After the main picture an eX- cellent stage show was presented, in- cluding a jitterbug contest, in which Julia Pina and Mary Fernandes, the Trucking Twins , competed with the Blazing Blond Ballerina , Barbara Rogers. This act was followed by those two Dark Horses , Thomas fiSnowballJ Prentice, and Gilbert CZipJ Freeman. As a fitting climax to a splendid show, Claire Ottino performed a difficult ballet dance. Thence to the Hotel Charmonde , owned and operated by Rosamonde Grant and Charlotte Raymond. Here we were shown to our rooms by the co-mbi- nation doorman - bellhop - elevator operator. David Furtado. We had a very comfortable night's r-est, and this morning fall the foregoing incidents happened vesterdayl our time has been used in writing to you these few lines which are intended to recall to your mind memories of your high school days. We hone you have enjoyed the ac- counts of your friends' activities. We certainly had a pleasant day with them again after all these years. We have. quite incidentally, secured several orders for Christie's Cure for Corns and Chilblains . A full sales re- port will follow tomorrow. Very truly yours, SELDE M. WRIGHT WATSON A. KNAME Sales Directors Christie's Cure Company Division of Corns and Chilblains NAHUM MoRsE '39 RICHARD TUBBS '39 THE MOUNTAIN OF LIFE We pause to rest against a giant tree, We near the top, our hard climb not yet done: Yet, gazing back at y-ears through which we've come, We wonder that we're here, so far within Life's somber forest stretching out below. Down there 'tis dark-as dark as ignorance, And scarce a light-beam penetrates the gloom, And yet from there we started to ascend Making our Way along life's tangled trails, Unmindful of the dangers lurking near. We mean to get there, far above this threatening realm Of choking darkness fraught with hidden fears, For here 'tis dark, yet higher up we know A light is shining bright, revealing all That merely may be dreamed of down below. At last we have attained this ledge, where now We stand and look out far beyond the for- est black, And gaze on wonders far beyond our dreams, Vast, jagged mountains, obstacles to be Surmounted yet by our aggressiveness. Still ne'er could we have reached this peak If others had not toiled this wav before. The ladders were all made and placed for us, And we but had to climlb the slippery rungs Of predecessors' well-constructed ramps. And now, again we start-in ignorance, And follow in the steps of those before, But many steps we needs must take alone, And higher we must go for higher gain! Then. Qvvhen we reach the top, the world is ours. Richard Tubbs THE BOOK OF LIFE A finger poised above the Book of Life, A fresh leaf, on which each one must write The record of his davs, from birth to death. We guide the pen's inevitable Hight. Our glorious achievements are etched in gold: A shining testimony of our ability To overcome each obstacle in sight With dauntless courage and strength of will. Would that the page might never become soiled Rv anv shameful act to bring disgrace, For good and bad alike must be inscribed. Nor can we add, nor any deed erase. FlT ll9SSlY the pen moves o'cr the parchment. Each dav a victory gained, some evil spurned. Our destinv lies within our hands alone, We must keep achieving-ere the page be turned. Ita Murphy 13

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THE PILGRIM 15 EDWARD BIBEAU Every Saturday at two Edward keeps a rendezvous, Ask him gently where he's bound As surely as that hour comes 'round. DAVID BODELL So little he cares What the h-eadlines shout That he needed six months To knock News Tests out. EDWARD BRADFORD A black duck winging through the mist- Oh, no! It's on the sand. At last he's proved his marksmanship- Today he is a man! CHARLES BREWSTER You should save your pennies And buy a good dummy, Like Bergen in Hollywood You'd make real money. ANGELO BRIGIDA If you'd hear the wild waves roar And for that purpose pace the shore, Their brave symphoy will be Muted by his Model T. BARBARA BROWN Wood you tell us who he is With whom you constantly appear? Wood you tell us-'cause, gee whiz! You'll be a Mrs. soon, we hear! P 22 1 I I E Q1 ,5. a of 1 u FRANCES BROWN Our fair Frances hath a Way!! All her very own, Whatefer for her the future holds She'll never walk alone. TILLIE BUSSOLARI She knows just how to make a basket, She knows her hockey through and through: We wonder now if Bobby's taught her How to play the fiddle, too. JOHN CADORETTE Since we rightly call you uproi-,vs And never at your knowledge scoff, Our best hat we're willing to bet That you'll be absent-minded yet. CESERINE CAMPANA There is no connection, We admit our defection: But what is the harm If your name suggests balm? .IOHN CANDUCCI We fear he has it in him To do a good strip-tease, For when to gym he's going, We're not quite at our ease. JAMES CARAMELLO He made a play for the lady's heart, He aimed for success from the very start, He called the signal-half- past eight, He made a goal, he got a, date.