Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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Scene II—Sophomores. George—(with paper in hand) “Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation conceived in— Heyward—(out of breath) Oh! Steve, com’ on! There’s a bunch of fellows initiating some freshmen boys down back of the First National Bank and we had better— George—(putting up hands). Enough, noble Brutus, don’t tempt me like that. Don’t you know that I have to learn Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address for English tomor- row . Heyward—Well I haven’t got mine either. George—Then take a wise man’s advice and learn it. We might as well learn to concentrate now as any time, Gibtie. for you know this is the yean we are going to be big l-T-S. Jean and Warren are sure of winning out for debate and there is Oscar, Edith, and Arthur that arc always on the honor roll and lots of others are on it at dif- ferent times. And since there are only thirty-two of us we must work hard. We know we are nix when it comes to athletics but we have the scholarship and talent and this is the year we are going to prove it (Hitting Heyward on the back). Well don’t look so glum, you act as if you were going to a funeral, but instead you are going home and ret that English lesson, and prove that the sophomores have outgrown their freshmen childishness. I know that it sounds funny but it’s true, isn’t it? Heyward—Oh! spozc, but you’re sure great on that fatherly advice. (EXIT) Scene III—Juniors. (Gladys sitting on the floor in a middy suit looking thru some souvenirs) Gladys—Oh! I'm so glad that I have saved all these souvenirs. Just think of the enjoyment that I will get out of these things. Now let me see. We had only twenty- nine members in our class, but every one was just as faithful as could be. We surely have proved that we are intellectual. Why, here’s a clipping about the ones who tried out for oratory and George was one of them. He didn't make it, but he did awfully well. (picking up another paper) And here is a clipping about the debate, and two of the debaters were juniors, George and Trella. What’s this? O. yes, the “Whole Truth” why that’s the Public Speaking play and we had some principals in that too. O! and here is the funniest thing. Weren't those Seniors jealous? Oh dear! Just because we had something awfully different and original they got mad—everybody heard about the Grand Opera Concert. Well, we don’t care; everybody else knows ours was the best anyway so we’re not worrying. And oh beloved Banquet! I guess the Seniors appreciated our efforts though. My what fun we had, and how proud we were that we could give such a lovely one. especially when it was the first one that had been giv- en for four years. (Exit sleepily) Well we surely have the satisfaction of .knowing that we have shown our colors and people appreciate us. ACT II—Present. Scene I—Seniors. (A girl enters and walks across the stage when another calls her). Jean—Oh! Trella. Trella—(Turning) What do you want? Jean—Where are you in this picture? Trella—Why there. Don’t you see me? Say you’d never know me in that outfit though would you? That’s my great granomother’3 hood and great aunt Alice’s dress 1« EM -TWO

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Reflections and Revelations Introduction Greater than all the Histories of other countries and of our own is the “Reflections and Revelations” of the class of “20.” the wearer of the Gold and Blue. They came from the eighth grade having sought the promised land. They wandered on for eight years and on September 11, 1916 they reached the end of their journey. In the fol- lowing play I will tell of the obstacles they overcame and their successes from Sep- tember 11. 1916 until May 28, 1920 when they were turned out into the cold crue world alone. —The Author. Reflections and Revelations ACT I—Past Scene I—Freshmen. (Enter two freshmen girls with shoes laced with class colors. Ruth running in first and dropping Into a chair, Doris following). Ruth—Now the Interclass B. B. Tournament is over. I wonder what’s coming next. You know really it just dazzles me„ everything is going so fast, and I hardly get started on one thing until those big Seniors just oush us on and say “Now it's time for carnival, get your class float ready,’’ and “Now it’s time for track” and conrequently our little boys go out to practice so the Sophomores and Juniors and Sen- iors can laugh and make fun of us. Gee, ain’t it- Doris—No it ain’t. You know that if Miss Galbreath heard you say “ain’t” it would take more love poems than Burns ever wrote to please her. What is the matter with you anyway. Ruth? Why, we haven’t done half bad for freshmen. Why, just look at— Ruth—(sarcastically) Yes, let's do now. Suppose we do just look at it. The first day we didn’t do any worse than to disgrace our class forever by doing baby stunts loaming around the halls hunting for someone to take care of us. Oh no! Doris—Why Ruth, shame on you. I have had more fun than a picnic. Why I wouldn’t be anything but a freshie for worlds, until I get to be something else. Why, look what a lot of fun we've had at our parties. And even the Seniors admitted that we had a good program for a class of only 35 little Freshies. And our class was well represented in the carnival too. Ruth—Oh. yes. and just think how surprised everybody is when most of the Honor Roll students are freshies: say, we haven’t done so bad after all. have we? But now since the Tourney is over we can live in peace for everything is over. (Telephone rings and Ruth answers) Hello. Yes—Oh! Why sure we—that is—sure I can. AM right, good-bye. (Hangs uo receiver) Doris Tomlinson—:t was Mr. Coil and nc said there is going to be a class narty at the C. B. L. of I. Hall, and he said he was going to t II us how much he appreciates our efforts to brina honor to our Class, so you and I are going to bed now and go tomorrow night to get our just deserves. (EXIT) 1 I YI'Y-ONK

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and those hoops I borrowed of an old lady neighbor. There’s Pericles Pennypacker and Amzi Snodgrass, and let me see. oh there is Charity May Sobersides. Jean—Some crowd we had that night at the “ Henpeck’s Singin Skewl wasn't it? Trella—Well I guess it was. It shows that the Plymouth people know a good thing when they see it. Not to change) the subject, Jean, but do you know I wish we could have a class party. Jean—Oh! so do I. I wonder if we can. Do you suppose we can get them all to- gether to come to my home tomorrow night? And it’s near the end of the year so we could just call it “The Senior's Farewell party. Trella—Oh. do you suppose we can work it up in that short time? Jean—Why, of course, we can. Let's go up town and get some decorations right now and we’ll have that much ready, then you can come over tomorrow evening after school and heln me decorate a little and plan things. Trella—All right. Come on. let’s get our wraps, (start toward door and door hell rings). Jean—Oh shoot! company! Trella—Oh. whatever in the world will we do? Jean—Why, its Mary! Together—Oh, good! (Enter Jean taking Mary’s wraps.) Trella—Oh I'm so glad you came. We were just planning a farewell party for the Seniors tomorrow night and we were so disappointed when the bell rang for we thought it was some horrid old comoany, but now you can help us pick out our decorations; we were just going to go uptown after them. Jean—Oh say have you finished that poem you started to write? Mary—Yes I finished that just a little while ago and I came over to see how you like it. I just couldn’t get stopped when I got started once, there were so many things I wanted to say. Together—Oh where is it? Oh lets hear it. (Both start searching her pockets). Mary—Well, don’t tear me to pieces. It’s in my coat pocket. (Jean brings coat and Mary gets it and they all sit but Mary while she reads). 111K BLUE AND THE GOLD The blue of the sky and sea is ours, To blend with the sunlight's gold. The beauty of all this great universe, To melt in one splendid mold. The blue of truth, the gold of worth To mix in this crucible grand, For we must furnish a color bold For this wonderful, beautiful land. Blue stands for purity, the guardian of life, Which we hold as a priceless gem. While co,d is the trappings of victors A metal, held priceless by men. Let us mold our lives with the blue of truth Interwoven with all things fine. May our hearts be strong and pure and good. With gold as a worth while sign. tv. kviv.iiiim:k