Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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.

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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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BARBARA KNIGHT Her heart's desire She should attain Because she tries, Then tries again. JOSEPH LAMBORGHINI You made for us a leader fine, As president you toed the line- But, if that job had not existed, As super salesman you'd be listed. WELDON La VOIE For choosing clothes and wear- ing them Weldon has a flair, He can tell you, if he will, What the well-dressed man should wear. MARTHA LEMIUS Salvos of laughter, An exchange of jokes- Beware of Martha's Vigorous pokes. BERNARD LEXNER We'd like to see you do it Just to prove it can be done, Approach the school with measured gait And not upon the run. THEODORE LODI He is no melancholy Dane- He quiet agrees with Brown- mg: At the problems of the day There is no sense in frowmng. NORMAN LONGHI He's drummer boy of '41! With a Krupa composition And all the practicing hc's done He should give competition. MILDRED LOPRESTI Teeth like gleaming pearls, Hair like raven's wings- Though the similes are trite, She has both these things. WALLACE MacLEAN He conserves his energies Until the recess bell, For then he has a thing to do That he must do well. ALFRED MARTIN The story's written on his face For all who care to read: He's glad to lend a helping hand Wherever there is need. MARY MARVELLI We've examined her by X-ray: We report that we can't find A single lazy particle In body or in mind. MARTIN MCAULEY Through our trackless corri- dors He ranges far and wide: We haven't yet seen Silver, But Bill Po's at his side. Page 15