Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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Jean—Oh, isn’t that good! Trella—Oh, its awfully good, you know we all feel that way but there isn’t half of us that can cxp:ess ourselves. Mary—I intended to say something about our Hallowe’en Party at the Webster Building and our “Grumble Stunt” when we christened our Banner, and, oh, just lots of other things but I thought maybe others would say something about that so I wrote something that's harder to express.—our love of our colors. Jean—I’m awfully glad you did. Come on though or the stores will be closed. Trella—Dee-lighted. (EXIT) Scene II (Enter Trella and Jean with decorations). Jean—Just lay those here on the table. Trella—(Putting up decorations). Oh, isn’t it going to be nice? And Arthur, Oscar and Frances said they would bring som music and that gypsy lady we saw said she would be here at half past nine. Everything’s just coming along dandy. Gladys has been on the quartet two years and maybe she will sing some for us. Jean—I wonder if the four Senior boys on the B. B. Team have their sweaters, yet? They wanted to wear them to the Farewell Party. Oh, I hope they have. Trella—So do I. Jean—Oh, wouldn’t it be fun if some of the Seniors would come dressed like they were at some of the Senior “doings” this year. Say a couple of them dressed like they were at “The Henpecks Singin School,” two or three more like they were in the “Gypsy Rover.’’ You see we would have the four principal characters from that, about the only things we couldn’t represent, of the things we have had this year would be the crowd at the debates. Trella—Oh it would be fun but I’m afraid we can’t do it on account of getting the costumes. Jean—Oh that’s right. Well we will find plenty to do anyway. Trella—Why of course we will. Jean, don’t you feel bad sometimes. Jean—What about, leaving H. S.? I rella—Oh yes, and then other things. Jean—Certainly I feel bad sometimes about other things but what are you driving at? Trella—Oh just that. I’m sorry we can’t say something in the annual to the Juniors about our appreciation of the Banquet they are going to give us. Jean—I know its too bad but it can’t be helped. I heard something funny yester- day. Some one said that the Juniors intend to decorate in their own class colors at the Banquet. Trella—Really? Oh I'd never forgive them if they did. Jean—Oh, I don't really think they will. It’s just a rumor I guess. Let’s hope fo at least. (Standing back looking at decorations). Well, I guess this looks good enough now; come on, let’s go to th. kitchen and fix the refreshments. Trella—Refreshments. Um-Yum. That’s me. (EXIT) Scene III (Enter Jean and Trella). jean—Well I guess everything is ready now. It had better be for I hear a bunch rWKNTY.FOl ir

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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

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coming now I think. (Bell rings). Yes I guess I was right. (Much chattering in the hall and Jean is heard ushering them in a room to take off their wraps. (Party scene follows until all the Seniors arrive.) Trella—Oh, Frances, you didn’t forget your music did you? Frances—No, I brought it. I left it on a chair in the hall. Shall I get it? All—Yes. do. Jean—Oh. say. let's sing our class song that Arthur, Oscar, Doris and Trella fin- ished. I have a few copies of it here. (Frances plays and the class sings—some sit- ting. some around piano.) Class Song Tune—“Jerry. ” Schoolmates. We’re so sorry we arc leaving. And we’re truly not deceiving. ’Neath Gold and Blue. Schoolmates, We will always think of you. And we will leave to you the task of keeping up the records We have made in dear P. H. S. Schoolmates, We have always been so faithful You have always teen so grateful And it’s now up to you, To keeo o'd P. H. S. A place of great success. But since we’re going, good-luck to you now. Tune—“Waiting” Steinebach, You’ve helped us, we're proud of it too. Renwick. Our best friend we love, for she’s always ready to give us her best. Galbreath worked so hard on our class play. And Kercher you know that we know that you are fair and square Davis and Hensel are well liked. Tingstrom and Keller two pals sure. Boss, and Schlosser, and Huffman too. All the faculty we’re for you. Tune—“Tulip Time” There’s a place that I know where such green Freshies grow That they added a little Gold. In this fine P. H. S. there’s a class that’s next best To the S E N I O R S. They're the Sophomores so true to our own Gold and Blue, W FNTY-HVK