Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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THE SENIOR ANNUAL AS TOLD IN 1979 Grand-mother had been left in charge of the three children, while mother and father Went to the opera. Those were very good little children, James aged ten, Agnes eight, and Vllilfred five. The fire in the grate blazed cheerily and the children sat in front of it looking at grand-mother, who seemed very silent. How old are you grand-ma? suddenly asked James. James don't you remember that mamma has often told us not to ask anyone what their age was , put in Agnes. But James, thinking that grandma was not like other people, ask- ed again. VVell, dearie, I will be eighty-six my next birthday, the fourth of June. Were you ever as little a girl as I, and did you wear dresses like mine? , asked Agnes. Yes, when I was your age, I did wear dresses similar to yours, but wlhen I was sixteen or seventeen I thought that I was quite a young lady and tried to follow the fashions of the day. The girl who lives across the street from us has pretty dresses and she is just seventeen, did you dress like her? No dears, but I have a box of pictures which I will show you and you may see for yourselves what the styles were when I was a little girl. Grandma went away to her room and soon came hack with a ehintz covered box, which the children knew was the one which con tained her fondest remembrancesf' Wilfred eagerly climbed on her lap, while Agnes and James sat on the arms of her chair. Who is this? cried Wilfred excitedly, as he picked up a folder upon which was a picture of a very bright looking youth. That is the picture of a boy who used to come to see me on Sunday nights, and as often on school nights as his father would allow him. Grand-mother seemed lost in thought for a while and the children heard her say softly to herself, 'I wonder where the little skeezicks is now. Here's a little girl who looks about my age, That 's a picture of my sister, Agnes. She was about my age when that was taken. 'tHer dresses look about like mine. Yes, but oh look here! this one does not look like any of yours, on this bigger girl. VVhat kind of a dress fi.s this? asked James. Wliy, that is exactly the picture I was looking for. That is what they used to call a hobble skirt. In that kind of skirts, chil- dren, you could not take a very long step, and you had great dif-

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THE SENIOR ANNUAL , THE TIME, THE PLACE, AND THE GIRL By Bessie Lemert In Days of Old when My Hero lived On the Banks of the Wabash he and his Dearest, Honey Lou were Strolling Along one evening By the Light of the Silvery Moon. He was saying 4'Good-bye Sweetheart, Good-bye for soon he would start for C-H-I-C-A-G-O. He said, I suppose I will be awfully 'Lonesome' and will be thinking all the time, 'I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now. She replied Call me up Some Rainy Afternoon' and tell me about your 'Every Little Movement' I swear that 'As Long as The World Rolls On' I will be true to you. . They parted beneath the f'Yum-Yum Tree when she was just Sweet Sixteen. After Captain VVillie Brown had gone she saw an old friend, another Chocolate Soldier, who To-ok Her out to the Ball-Game. After the game they started for home by the longest route because The Longest VVay Round is the Sweetest XVay Home. Suddenly he said I'm Saving a Place For You Dear, you know that I can make your life happier and I'1l Change the Thorns to Roses, Some Sweet Day if you will only Give Me a Chance. She only said 'tStop, Stop, Stop for it may be you're not the only one who loves me,and who tells me of Italia Love. I guess you never heard me sing, Ulf I only had A Home Sweet Home. The Chocolate Soldier broken-hearted started on His YVay to Reno while Bright Eyes consoled herself by watching for the return of Captain Willie Brown, for She Knew That He NVould Come Back. One bright day he arrived with Rings on His Fingers and Bells on His Toes. As soon as the Weather Man predicted a nice day, they were M-A-R-R-I-E-D , and lived happily ever afterward in a Bungalow Built for Two. fl? it MANGLED MYTHOLOGY The Centaur would be just the thing, A runaway to st op g Today he'd make and no mistake, A 'handy mounted cop. Old Argus in the base ball field, W'ould simply be a peach, Should three men be on bases he Could keep an eye on each. Old Midas could a good clium be, Would we could have but such! No matter how hard up we were, We would not mind his touch.

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THE SENIOR ANNUAL ficulty in dancing and mounting stairs. Tell us how you happened to have that queer dress, they all cried very excitedly. VVell most of the girls had them for notwithstanding their many difficulties- they were all the rage for a While. Mine was a silk dress that I had made for a dance in the Winter of-let me see-I guess nine- teen hundred and ten. It was very 'fhobblyw and I remember at one of the dances it caused me no small amount of embarrassment, much to the amusement of the others. But it looks as if your hair was coming down there on this side. Oh no, she laughed good naturedly, Those were curls I wore five of them on one side of my head. Unfortunately my own hair was not curly and I had to buy mine. Everybody Wore curls and puffs, then. XVhat was your name when you were a little girl, grandma? Very few people called me by my right name, I was generally known as ------ Wliy, here is your father and mother! Hurry to bed now, Good-night. 16 48 'lr . SOME STATISTICS OF THE SENIOR GLASS. Weight of brain: Heaviest.-McCormick Cbroke scales.D Lightest.-Price Qregistered zero.j Oldest.-No one over thirty. Youngest.-All the lady members claim to be just sixteen. Prettiest.-Holzbauer. Homliest.-Rest of the class tie for this place. Toughest.-CWont tell.J Best.-KO Mylj Matrimonial Prospects: Definite.-J ones, Tomlinson. i'Reasonably so.-Kilmer. Disappeared.-Leippert. HTOO Young.-Wood. it Doubtful. 'H' A ray of light on this subject convinces us this is a mistake.