Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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.IAMES FERREIRA We've looked at him from time to time And prayed hard-for we feared We'd see him some fine morn- ing Wearing a full beard. PAULINE FREYERMUTH We wonder what's in King- ston That each night draws her there, It couldn't be the ball game, So it must be a ballplayer. HAROLD GALLERANI So tight he kept his lips com- pressed Scarce any words came through, Sorry, Harold, our 1nistake- These lines are not for you. ELEANOR GARDNER She can't understand girls Who're languid in gym, To her it's the one place To get excited in. JOAN GARDNER She can wield a stick Or toss a ball, Then write a column About it all. EDMUND G-IANFERRARI That he has a nose for news No one of us can doubt: In Mrs. Raymond's News Tests He puts us all to rout. .3 .t PAULINE GILBERT Last June at Commencement Pauline lost a friend, But the loss proved one of those The passing of time could mend. JOSEPH GIOVANETTI His whistle and chatter In Room 303 Are wont to disturb Our serenity. 'I LOUIS GIOVANETTI Louis plays his trumpet well, His orchestra leads with zeal- If you're in a dancing mood, His music will appeal. ARGEA GUIDETTI While some girls forego sun- daes For fear of gaining weight, This is at least one sacrifice She need not contemplate. MARYLEW HAIRE We harbor the suspicion That she's not always quiet, But we cannot picture her As leader in a riot. ELENORE HALL Tinkle! Tinklel hear them fall Gently as the rain- In Mrs. Raymond's English class She picks up pearls again. Page 13

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TERESA DE TRANI Teresa, we have found you An artist through and through, You've served us in so many ways We've only praise for you. MINOT DEVITT Ile keeps his own counsel, IIe goes his own way Doing what must be done Faithfully each day. RICHARD DiS'1'EFANO You play the piano With such little ado Tt's well there are studies To challenge you. ANNE DONOVAN We've been led astray BV what neople say: She has the red hair But bad temper's not there- We've been led astray. GEORGE DOTEN We know that Latin IV you took, Your excellence we couldn't brook Until at last we solved the riddle- Your old friend, Nero, played the fiddle. PATRICE DOWD Yesterday we knew the knight Who wore her token on his shield- But nov' that a few hours have nassed, He's vanquished from the field. Page 12 FRANCES DRETLER We think it matters little Whether you're short or tall, When your stature is not great, You don't have far to fall. ROBERT DREW His interest in the feminine Now extends to ships It's possible that l'he Sha- dow Will the rest eclipse. CHARLES DUNHAM Not on Burns and Allen, Not on Bergen's son- We depend on one of our own For the laughs in '41, ARTHUR DUPUIS You said it took real energy To keep up with '41- We're glad you didn't leave us Before the race was run. PASQUALINA FARINA Quiet of manner, Quiet of speech- Ready to learn all The textbooks can teach. AGNES FERNANDES If she guarded her tongue Like her man in a game. We'd have it more quiet, We hereby proclaim.

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JOHN HAMMER If you but hesitate, y,ou're lost When Johnnie Hammer you accost, To beat him to the door we've tried- But John is speed personiti-ed. BOYD HAYWARD He seems to like our companyg But when all is said and done, If he had to make a choice, We'd lose to dog and gun. VIRGINIA HOKINSON Obese we fear She'll never be- Though she eats Sweets constantly. BETTY HOWLAND Betty always bustles in At one minute before eight: She's hardly ever early, Still--almost never late. MARY IANDOLI We know what your ambition is, May you reach your goal: Another Nightingale you'd be, Revered from pole to pole. ANNA JESSE First the squeal, Then a wriggle: Knowing Anna, We wait for the giggle. Page 14 FRANCES JOHNSON She battled shamelessly with us To get these poems done: But before you lies the proof That her tactics won. ELEANOR JOY This girl has A favorite song- She warbles Sylvia All day long. SYLVIA KEEVEY From her no hysterical giggle, No piteous moan or groan- Such exhibitionism She will not condone. MERCY KELLEN If on Major Bowes' hour You should sing a song, With that lovely voice of yours You'd never get the gong. FRANCES KIERSTEAD In truth it can be said of her She works as hard as she plays- We're conscious of her pres- ence In numerous pleasant ways. HARRIETTE KLASKY No one could dress hurriedly And look so very right, She must plan what clothes she'll wear Before she rests at night.