Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 48 of the 1925 volume:

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We want you to know those which we have for sale Globe-Wernicke Sectional Book Kleartlax Rugs Cases Armstrong Linoleums Perfection Oil Stoves and Heaters Royal Easy Chairs Famous Glenwood Ranges Eddy Refrigerators Hoosier Kitchen Cabinets Sealy Mattresses Columbia Grafonolas Congoleum Art Rugs A B C Washers Nationally Advertised Means Guaranteed by the Manufacturer and WHEN YOU THINK OF HOME FURNISHINGS THINK OF ATHERTON FURNITURE CO. 39 Court Street, Plymouth STORES IN 17 CITIES A GOOD PLACE TO TRADE I ' 1 - e 351 + y ! ., Printers of this Publication I THE PILGRI Volume IV Plymouth, Mass., June, 1925. No. IV Published four times during the school year- 25 Cents Single Copy OZYMANDIAS OF ENG- LAND - The National Press Association in London recently- gave a dinner at the Trocadero Restaurant in honor of the centenaryof the birth of Thomas Huxley, the no- torius attacker of Christianity. The purpose of the dinner was to encourage a Campaign against Christian Churches. George Whale, the noted writer, presided at the dinner. In the course of his speech Whale brut- ally attacked Christianity. He made ruthless jibes at its dogma, moral, and worship and ridiculed mercilessly its priests' and minis- ters. The guests laughed appre- ciatively when he mocked the statement, that the light of the Spirit of the Holy Ghost has guided the church for centuries. Whale said, When the light does come I predict it won't have the dazzling effect of the light which fell upon the apostle en route for Damascus, a light which left him dazzled for the rest of his life. At the conclusion of the speech. Major Putnam arose and proposed a toast to Whale's health. The guests were applauding the first few sentences of the toast when suddenly Whale collapsed. Hushed whispers and awed, stricken faces 50 Cents a Year replaced laughter and smiles. Then followed intense silence, in which Whale drew a last labored breath and died, in the presence of the two hundred guests. Is George Whale an Ozyman- dias to all those who would fol- low in his steps? Should it like- wise be written on his tomb,--- Look on my works, Ye Mighty, and despair? M. RICHARD '25 BUSINESS IDEALS Have our business ideals been blown a little askew by the trade winds of commerce? Out of almost every group of ordinary business people assem- bled in conclave, some would ap- plaud the story of a clever bit of unethical trading. In view of the standard qualities we Americans inherited from our Puritan, Eng- lish, and Dutch forefathers, it seems strange that we should now be setting such store by and mak- ing such use of that contemptible attribute - shrewdness. And why is it so much acclaimed? Any low intelligence can be shrewd, and most areg - surely the business of cheating one's neighbor isn't really a wise or worthy one. To have the average citizen saluting cunning as a part of real business ability is shocking. How did we lose our sense of integrity? Is it to make 2 THE PILGRIM no difference to us how we suc- ceed so long as we do succeed? Is this to be considered the legiti- mate conduct of commerce from a commercial viewpoint? If so- alas for us! Why do we make hundreds of laws to prevent practices which we are employing thousands of lawyers to permit us to follow with impunity? Why do we try to justify shady dealings under the name of clever financeering? Almost anybody can make money if he doesn't care how he does it, but it must be pretty poor fun. There is true adventure and drama and sport in the right kind of businessg in putting in one's best and watching its effect. We are a world power. We are known as a great business people. Let us also be known for our in- tegrity and uprightness in the smallest particulars of our busi- ness dealings. ' M. RICHARD '25 VERSATILITY The old saying Jack of all trades, master of none is not in- fallible. There are, certain sub- jects upon which everyone should be fairly well-informed, and some of us have absolutely no knowledge of them, or at best a hazy con- ception of their principles. The call of ten years ago was for specialization. To do one little thing and do it well became an ideal. It is a fine idea, but un- fortunately for the world today it was much overdone, and its effect is still painfully evident in some lives. In the commercial world the principle has been carried to an extreme, and we see daily laborers doing over and over again the same tedious tasks-tasks which come to be performed mechanically and bring no pleasure to the doer. It is a regrettable state of affairs, and we are glad that it is being somewhat checked. In the world of education, how- ever, the need for the spreading of general knowledge is acute. It is a big subject and it will be long before the situation is greatly remedied. All pupils should' be given some knowledge of for- eign languages and history, as well as the politics of the day. Also, music hath charms which many persons go through life without realizing. When will peo- ple in general begin to put a little time and thought on the matter of better informing themselves on the wonders of this world of ours? It is possible for the average mind to study and appreciate the subjects already mentioned. A knowledge of the different re- ligions, astronomy, botany, and the arts can be gained by all, and life will thereby become more in- teresting. EVA MANTER '26 l.-L-l-. PREJUDICE Prejudice is an old tree whose roots lie fixed in the minds of the masses of people, and whose branches, extending far and wide, are superstition, perverseness, ob- stinacy, headstrong will and opin- ionativeness. The obstinate, that is, prejudiced man, always be- lieves himself to be right in the matter at hand. His weakness is his refusal to consider and failure to understand the need for further investigation. The case with him is quite settledg he alone is right: all others are obstinate in their difference of opinion. George the Third and Philip the Second were men of this type. One characteristic of prejudice can be seen in the expression I don't care. With neither patience nor reason it forces us on to sense- less acts for which we later suffer. It is not only a case of obstinacy, THE PILGRIM 3 but also of heedlessness. When we are prejudiced or opionated we see ourselves only. Our minds are diseased because we have no fair outlook upon life. We suppose we understand things, events, and persons, but our understanding is vague. If we knew more we would arrive at different conclusionsg it is as if we looked on the silver side of a shield without seeing what is on the other side of it. Indeed we can all recall at least one trifling mistake which has been worked through prejudice on our part, and now we wonder how we could make such a mistake. But are there not now some things in which we are still prejudiced? If once we were in error, it is possible that we are many times. We should try to understand the opinions opposite to our own, for it is probable that when we have discovered the reasons for another man's opinions, our own reasons are likely to change. More- over, we can not thrust others' rea- sons aside as wrong unless we know what they really are. Prejudice has never been up- rooted, and no great attempt has been made to kill it. It is the pur- pose of some classes of peoplehto prejudice their comrades in order to obtain what they would seek from them. Our courts .furnish such an example where both the defense and prosecuting attorneys try to prejudice the jurors for or against the defendant. In this Way many a guilty man has been acquitted and innocent man con- victed. Truth is but exactness, and only when we are free from prejudice can we honestly find it. B. BRINI '25 'DO THE STRONG To the strong hand and strong head, the capacious lungs and Vig- orous frame, fall, and will always fall, the heavy burdensg and where the heavy burdens fall, the great prizes fall, too. -Laws of Life. The first element of success needed by the boy or girl to achieve the ideal set before him is bodily strength, a stout physical constitution. Until within a re- cent period, possibly this last year in our school, little or no attention has been paid to physical culture except by those few interested in the school sports and those we know are very few in comparison to the number of pupils. Now that we have a real op- portunity to participate in real physical culture, though it takes the form of the dreaded calisthen- ics, let us accept this opportunity and do these things to the best of our ability. The slovenly habit formed by some of the pupils in doing their calisthenics is indica- tive of the way they will perform their future duties. We all know that it is at this period of our lives that our great- est development comes, both men- tally and physically, and we can- not do ourselves justice mentally if we neglect our bodies. Time was when the youth was urged to burn the midnight oil in poring over his books, but the foremost educators of the day realize the faulty procedure of the past and much more stress is laid on physi- cal well-being than heretofore. At one time muscle was associated with rowdies, long-windedness with chatter and swearing, and tallness was the only sign of virtue, the model young man being lanky, pale, and preferably clerical in appearance. But a revolution has taken place and we find in the schools and colleges the young man who excels not only in the athletic field but in his studies as well, as for example, the last two years have seen Charles Hubbard, a Harvard football captain, who also led his class in his studies, and Keith Kane, captain of the 4 THE PILGRIM crew and also a leader of his class. It is not necessary that we play football, baseball, or go out for trackg all of us cannot do those things, but we can do our calis- thenics which, done right, are fully as valuable. The value of calisthenics is recognized by the great educators and by all those interested in athletics. It is a daily feature of the soldier in camp. Calisthenics is not new! It is hundreds and hundreds of years old. The ancient Greeksg how well we remember their feats of strength and endurance: they knew well the value of calisthen- icsg the soldiers were forced to do them, the orators, the poets, the statesmen, all gained strength of mind as well-as body by the sys- tematic drill of the palwstra, and we have the opportunity for this every day in our high school life. Let us not be slovenly in our calis- thenics. It is apt to show too much of our methods of doing other things as well as prove a detriment to our physical and mental well-being. D. W. SUTHERLAND '27 ON OPPENHEIM The wide field of contemporary writers includes many who lay claim to popularity, but there are few who can claim to have pro- duced in a lifetime more than one or two actually popular novels. The evident exception is Zane Grey, who has a best seller almost year- ly. Barring this writer there are few who attain a more consistent popularity than E. Philips Oppen- heim. He has many high school readers and the uncertainty of his exact reputation makes him an in- teresting topic for discussion. His published novels are many but there are few that are of great worth. There is an enormous gap between The Great Impersonation and The Great Prince Shan. In the former he is a veritable master of mystery, in the latter The is writing to earn a living and, al- though that is a perfectly respecta- able and necessary part of life, it seldom produces masterpieces. The rule held true in this case-The Great Prince Shan is hardly worth the time. Oppenheim has a distinct and definite style which does not vary. His conversational treatment gives the desired effect. His characters speak as you expect people of their station to speak-his greatest as-' set. The description is often good but the methods he uses to give effects are not so well worked out. His method of giving a luxurious effect is too worldly. For instance, an oft-repeated way is to give a man a Malacca cane when he wishes to show needless expendi- ture. This rather obvious manner is also characteristic of Locke, who substitutes Corona cigars for the Malacca cane. A critic once de- clared that Oppenheim had a pe- culiar knack of producing a happy ending from a hopeless plot. It is all too true, the probability of the plot is often sacrificed to gain this end. E. Philips Oppenheim is not a classic writer but he allows the world to wonder whether or not he could be if he tried. Personally we do not believe he could accom- plish the thingg on the other hand he is probably very wise in not attempting anything which might affect his reputation. He realizes that he has not built a monument of immortal fiction and seems sat- isfied to produce fascinating plots to interest the people of his own time. H. WESTON '26 THE PILGRIM 5 OUR GIVING Our gifts should be carefully chosen. There is too much waste in haphazard giving. The making of presents, whether it is to our friends, to our church, or to some educational or charitable institu- tion, should be a matter of thoughtful consideration. There is such a thing as a wise economy even in generous giving. If one buys a book for a birthday present, it should never be purchased at random. A few days before Christmas we saw a woman go into a store where there were books for sale, ranging in price from 10 cents to 31.50. She picked up several of them, giv- ing each a casual glance, and then said to the clerk: Oh, I guess it doesn't make much difference which one I get. I'll take this one, I don't want to pay very much. Mary likes to read so well, I thought I'd get her a book. Not only in material gifts, but even in the giving of time and abil- ity in any sort of service, we ought to be quite sure that we are con- tributing something worth while. A woman was one day asked. to speak to a group of children. With- out considering the viewpoint of the children, she spoke on the sub- ject on which she had been con- gratulated at a meeting the night before. But the subject was one which did not interest the children, and hence both her time and ener- gy were uselessly spent. Anyone who has been through school knows how often this is the case. The right use of time and money is a great responsibility and one which we must all shoulder. CORA HARLOW '25 ' BEAUTY Very often has it been said that the Americans are mercenary. The great power that we realize is the power of the dollar. This is a severe criticism, but if we are really honest we must admit it is true. We were not put in the world to amass a great fortune in money but to store up in our hearts a treasure far greater-that of love, faith, and the beauty of God's handiwork. Let us try to feel a little of the soul-stirring emotion that the artist experiences as he gazes on the beauty of nature and with a sob in his throat and a tear in his eye prays for the power to make such beauty live forever on canvas. Most of us when we read a poem merely say, It's pretty. We can- not realize how much more we should be able to gain from poetry if we would try to sense the poet's great depth of emotion as he paints for us his beautiful picture of words. Most of us would ap- preciate the power that poetry has if we would give ourselves up to the strength and passion of the poet's words and try to place our- selves in the poem and actually live through it. Let us try to obtain all the love- liness and beauty from life that we can. In the most common and ordinary things we may find great beauty if we but seek it. Moon- light sifting through new green leaves, blue water sparkling in the sun, gulls skimming by, soft sweet scent of flowers in the rain. All of these wonders hold a different beauty if we can interpret them. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost 3 For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstacy Give all you have been or could be. BERTHINE PETERSON '25 6 THE PILGRIM OUR JOURNEY Do We realize what life really means? How long we shall be here we do not know. Yet here We are in a remarkably interest- ing, if uncertain life, while, most of us take this life as if it were going to last forever and put forth as little effort as 'possible to see the world and to understand the peo- ple around us. Because we are given eyes to see with, ears to hear with, and the other senses to use, we believe we are here to use them properly. Also because we are given minds that can reason and think and Wonder, it is quite likely that We are expected to use them in order to form some opinion of life and its meaning. We should train our brains to think. Training involves labor but happily there is plenty of opportunity for labor, plenty of whetstones all about us on which to sharpen our wits. Good or bad, it is the only world we are in at present and for most of us it is a pretty good World. So while we are here the wisest course seems to be to see and hear all we can and train our minds the best We can so that when we near the end of the road we may sit on a hill, look back over our journey, and feel it was well worth the ef- fort it cost us to take it. F. FERIOLI '25 A RESTLESS SPIRIT Ghastly shone the crescent moon Upon the tombstones white, Sadly moaned the dying wind Throughout the mournful night. Slowly rose a gravestone, then CDon't frown or disagree! Stepping forth a figure bowed John Barleycornf' said he. B. K. H. AN ODE Throughout the drone of full four years One marked the budding of a tree Silvered against the azure sky, Two waddling ducks that sought the shade, The green waves roar upon a sandy strip- And dreamed his dreams. The other listened to the master's voice, Heard faded dreams of other lands, Conned all the precepts of world's good and guilt, Malice and sacrifice, toil and vain joys, Burned at Ambition's sacred touch- And sought his goal. The one, crushed by the careless world, Sank to the grass he loved--at rest. The other, led by ghosts of men's desire, Borne on by laud and praise, Mounted the peak alone - and was afraid. PERILS OF PLYMOUTH A man stops on Main street and looks puzzled. Two boys stop. Four women and a child stop. An auto stops. Two men stop. Two policemen arrive. A car stops. Three more autos arrive. A fight starts. A boy is knocked down. A woman faints. Some one rings the fire alarm. The engines come. Main street is closed to traiiic. The man remembers the address and continues his walk. D. K. '26 THE PILGRIM 7 I H , T Sp f? --4'TQL-' ,,i g',i,Q9,- . I 1-., M- 3 wfavff i - 1 i w M, c u.,.S.l..L., THE SODA-FOUNTAIN CLERK Mr. Alton Spruce was a most dapper young man. His trim, sleek figure could be observed, at various times during the day, en- tering or departing from the drug store where he worked. When one met him, one's eye was instantly attracted to his glossy hair. Mr. Alton Spruce was very proud of that hair. And he had excellent reason for his pride. No other head in the vil- lage could possibly acquire so bril- liant a sheen. Carefully combed and re-combed, slicked and re- slicked, greased and re-greased, its splendor was dazzling. His shoes, too, of the latest and most faddy style, were well cared for. Not that Mr. Spruce ever condescended to soil his smooth fingers by the application of shoe polish, certainly not! He had them shined every other day at the parlor opposite his drug store. He was indulgently sympa- thetic toward those who shined his shoes, it was such a nasty job! But then, the world must have its lower classes! Mr. Spruce had a very exclu- sive line of talk which he put across at the counter. It made quite a hit-with Mr. Spruce himself! Also, he had so persis- tently practiced sliding the sodas down the smooth counter that one was often startled, when being waited upon by that model of cor- rectness, by the precipitous ap- proach of one's soda. Timid old ladies were heard to utter modest shrieks of dismay and then, when the glass had stopped abruptly upon the verge of disaster, to sigh their relief at the absence of catastrophe. . Mr. Spruce was enamored of a most beauteous young lady! Nat- urally! It appeared strange to the uninitiated how her college ices were so very rich, so very creamy, and so very generous. One memorable night she con- sented to accompany him to a dance. Oh bliss! Verily I say unto you, the time spent upon the pol- ishing of Mr. Spruce's raven locks was outrageous!-And the di- rections which were given to the unfortunate individual who was entrusted with the shining of his shoes were too intricate for mortal comprehension. Mr. Spruce made it a point to dance every other selection with the young lady who had gained possession of his heart. During the intervals in which he was not proudly floating about the hall with her, he fied hurriedly to the dressing room, there to straighten his tieg dust his shoes, and give a few polishing touches to his gleam- ing head. After the dance, it was his pleas- ure to invite her to have a college ice at his store. How many tender thoughts aided the mixing of that refresh- ing ice! He gracefully slid hers to the young damsel, who squealed her appreciation both of the refresh- ment itself and the manner of presentation. His was completed. A swift turn of the wrist to send it close beside hers. A crash! A scream! And- a groan! Why had Fate so turned against him? The glasses collided 8 THE PILGRIM and overturned, spilling the full contents upon the gown of his dearly beloved. What wrath then darkened her eye! With what dignity did she rise to depart with a scornful good night ! The boundless cavern of utter despair yawned wide to engulf Mr. Alton Spruce. V. CUSHMAN '26 REWARDED MERIT A very acrobatic waving of arms on the part of Jimmy Parker at last caused the teacher to glance up from the arithmetic papers she was correcting. Fifth grade ideas on fractions are liable to be mis- leading. Well, James ? she said. Please, can I sharpen my pen- cil? he asked. Yes, she answered, ignoring the grammatical error. Again she centered her attention on the papers, and the class re- sumed its supposed study of geog- raphy. An observer would be puzzled to note that Jimmy's pencil had an excellent point and yet he made his way towards the sharpener in a most business-like manner. Far from being absent-minded, he had an end in view. His soul- mate, Eddy Black, well divined it and was ready to receive the note which was dropped on his desk. Wait for me after school. I got to stay for arithmetic. Tell Buddy to, was scrawled on it. When at length Jimmy was re- leased from the house of misery, he expressed his personal opinion on fractions. Gee whiz, I don't see what good the old things are. I can't get 'em straight. Oh, you must be a dumb-bell. Them was easy ones today. What you want us for? Good night, We almost fell asleep waiting fer you, Eddy tactfully changed the sub- ject. N ow you listen to me, and don't you dare tell anybody what I tell you. Cross yer heart and hope to die, said Jimmy solemnly. The rites were satisfactorily performed. You know that contest to see who gets the most kinds of wild- fiowers? The girls are 'way 'head of us. But, listen, I found two' corkin' places they can't go to. One's a swamp where there's loads of swamp violets. You hafta wear boots to get 'em. The other's 'way up in the woods. I betcha we can. get some kinds they ain't got yet. An' say, my sister in the seventh grade told me the prize this year is a peachy one. Some rich guy is goin' to give it, I guess. Now, you guys can help me an' then We can divide it, see ? finished Jimmy. Say, interposed doubtful Bud- dy, 'spose it's only a little thing. Who'll get it - you ? Aw, we'll take turns using it if it's like that, said Eddy. C'mon, Jim, when'll we go? Well, said the business-like Jimmy, I'll be busy every day after school makin' maps of how to get there. Let's go Saturday. O. K. with me, answered Eddy, echoed by Buddy, to equal Jimmy's importance. With a S'long, fellers, they parted. Sad to say the girls discovered their plans and the boys found it necessary to resort to strategy. Planned beforehand, their conver- sation at recess times ran along gruesome lines. Hey, Buddy, called Jimmy from some distance and from where most of the girls could hear, you better bring your father's gun in the woods today. 'Member what we saw yesterday ? All right, Jim, but say, you'll hafta shoot it. My arm's still sore from that snake bite I got in the swamp the other day. Their classmates appeared cred- ulous but they made no attempt THE PILGRIM 9 to seek the boys' find. As the days of the contest passed the girls saw the prize slipping away fron1 them. Guess we'll get it, said Jimmy confidently a day before it closed. I bet it'll be somethin' swell. P'haps a shotgun or somethin' like that, anticipated Eddy. Say, Jim, you know the fiowers are all under your name on the board. Don't forget we helped you, though, said Eddy anxiously. Course not. said Jimmy dis- dainfully. What d'yer think I am! Then came the day on which the prize was awarded-and to James Parker. He was called to the principa1's room and presented with a medium-sized package. Eagerly the boys waited for him after school and they hastened to a secluded spot to open it. Speechless they gazed at-a book-entitled Wildflowers and Where to Find Them. Disgust was written on the three faces. , Gosh, all that work and two lickin's fer not gettin' wood after school, fer just a book, came Jimmy. Good-night, and what I got fer trying' to sneak my father's gun to scare the girls, from Buddy. That's nothin', I got a cold that was so bad I can't go swimmin' till July, my mother said, from Eddy. Here, said Jimmy, who wants the first turn takin' it ? Aw, you can keep it fer havin' the good idea and' doin' the hard work, said Eddy, and Buddy nodded agreement. Guess my sister can have it if she thought it was such a peachy prize. C'mon home 'n' ask my mother fer some doughnuts. K. SAMPSON '25 TEA AND TEARS It was when a little girl I met him. He had bare feet and curly hair, and was just as brown as he could be. Every morning he passed by with the cows, and every morn- ing I watched him, furtively, from the porch, but he never so much -as smiled. It was only after much encour- agement and not a little urging that he became friendly enough to say hello and usually he said that way down deep in his throat -and I distinguished it only by closely watching his lips as he formed the word. One day, how- ever, I gained courage enough to offer him a doughnut, and for some reason I was surprised to see him take it. And how he ate! As I remembered it, there were two bites and it had disappeared. But I was glad. He was friendly enough to take it, anyway. One morning I made him prom- ise to let me go with him and help drive the cows, but he did so only on condition that I would bring him a doughnut or some other form of sweets every morning. I did so gladly. Each morning I saved some of my good things for him and I enjoyed watching him eat. Those days in the pasture were happy, but one day I had to leave and go to the city. Mother thought I had grown well enough to go to school. Six long years I went to school and then I traveled for one year, not writing to my blonde, curly- haired Jean all this time. When I returned home after traveling, I became ill and the doctor urged mother to send me to the country where I had been so happy when a child. I longed to go-to see Jean again. As my brother and I rode, I thought of him, his blonde curls and flashing teeth, his deft hand- ling of the great staff he carried. I wondered if I would see him in the morning. At last! There was aunty's house, unchanged as was 10 THE PILGRIM the rest of the scenery- and I loved it. . Next morning early I rose and watched eagerly for the cows and Jean. I heard them coming and soon I saw a barefoot boy. He was not a blonde. He had not the flashing teeth and bashful manner of my childhood friend. He passed on staring as he went. How d1s- appointed I was and how silly to think that he should remain a cow- herd all these years. That afternoon brother and I took a ride through the hills. On the return trip brother's horse lost a shoe. Fortunately there was a smithy in the village. An old man pointed it out to us, a long, low, brick-red building, and dirty. Within I could see the smithy working. How dark it was and how the hammer clanged. The smith came out to us. How strong he looked. He was tall and had blonde hair and curly. His sleeves were cut off at the elbow and the cords stood out in the arm in which he held the hammer. I knew it was Jean. But why did he look at us so oddly? He didn't even know me. I who had spent days with him in the pasture. He fixed the shoe and brother paid him, but he looked at me only once, and then casually, as he might at any stran er g . Many times I rode toward the smithy's, however, and met him fairly often. I was a little frigid at first fbecause he didn't recog- nize mel but after a while became very friendly. One day he asked me to go riding with him. I was delighted! Brother had gone home and my rides were lonesome. I waited with girlish excitement for the day to arrive. Usually boys bored me, but Jean was handsome and strong and had blonde curls. How manly he looked as he grasped the great hammer. I com- pared him, I think, with Adonis - but then I was a little girl. At last the day came. I recall now how big and splendid he looked, though he did appear a little uncomfortable and unnatural in his dress-up clothes. His cravat was gaudy but every man likes a gaudy neck-tie. When he smiled and threw his head back. how his teeth flashed and how his blonde curls shook-I liked him then -- better. It was on the way back we came to a delightful little tea house. Jean asked me in. I don't believe he would have if I hadn't hinted refreshments and if he hadn't felt it the proper thing to do. We sat at a table in the corner. Every- thing was so pretty and the table so neat. Jean's great hand rested on the table. How large it was and what broken nails he had! A sweet waitress brought our orders and Jean smiled at her, but I didn't care. We had wafers and tea in dainty little cups. Jean was so large and the cup so small! As I looked at him he prepared his tea for drinking. I'll never forget it. A stranger across the way laughed and told another to look. He grasped the cup around the sides. I-lfis hand was too large to put a finger through the handle, and, my stars! He poured the tea into his saucer. Then placing his forefinger on the edge of the cup, just enough so that its tip soaked in the tea, then the thumb back around the edge for additional balance, and the rest of his giant. hand underneath-he steadily raised the saucer to his lips and without spilling a drop-have you ever heard a person sucking the last remains of a soda out of the bottom of a glass through a straw-well, it sounded just like that. A lady turned and glared. I raised my handkerchief to my mouth and bit my lip. He THE PILGRIM 11 sipped again-rather musically. I didn't know whether to laugh -or cry. My blonde, curly- headed hero! I became angry at last and when I heard another long sip followed by a guffaw I rose and ran out with tears in my eyes. If Jean knew why that person had laughed, he'd have broken his back. He followed me out, but I was angry and rode home in silence. On reaching home I threw my- self on my bed and cried, then laughed, and cried again. I'm afraid blonde curls don't make a man, and no matter how deftly he may drink tea he cannot necessarily have blonde curls. Anyway -I'm still a spinster. D. W. SUTHERLAND '27 THE LETTER Tuesday noon the postman handed a letter to little Teddy. As Teddy started for the door, Rover came up, and Rover wanted to play. The next minute the letter was disappearing around the cor- ner of the house, held fast in the jaws of a small dog. A few minutes later Teddy was telling the family, who had gath- ered in the dining-room, of the loss. Whose letter was it ? they asked. I don't know. I didn't see the address, Teddy replied. It is probably that note from the Bixbys, Mrs. Clayton said. They were going to write me if they couldn't come, but I wish I knew what they said. It might have been for me, cut in Ethel. Ethel was eighteen, exceedingly pretty, and had numer- ous admirers. Well, I was looking for a letter, too, said James, the older son. You weren't expecting a letter, were you, Charles ? Mrs. Clayton asked her husband. Yes, I was, and it was a very important one, was the answer. After luncheon every one joined in the hunt for Rover. They looked everywhere and finally found him, asleep in the barn, but there was no trace of the letter. Oh, if only dogs could talk, moaned Mrs. Clayton, as unable to sleep, she lay on her bed. I won- der where that letter is. But it must be from the Bixbysg I'm go- ing to think so anyway, she said resolutely. If that should be Dennison's letter, mused Mr. Clayton as he locked up the house. If that should be, and I know it must! I suppose it serves me right for tell- ng him to write to me at the house instead of at the office. Oh, if that letter should be an invitation from Fred! thought Ethel in her room. And I'd so much rather go to the dance with him. I wonder where Rover could have put it. Jimmy was also thinking aloud in his room. What if it were May's letter after all? How fool- ish I was to tell her that if I didn't hear by Thursday night, I'd under- stand it was 'no'! She may have written and be expecting me and I wouldn't even know it! Next morning Mrs. Clayton broke the silence at the breakfast. table by saying, I don't think I'll do much to get ready for the Bix- bys. I'm so sure the letter was from them! Do you mean it? asked her husband, brightening. Are you positive ? Yes, really positive. They said all the time they didn't think they could come, and that I should probably get their letter saying so. The others became much more cheerful at that news. It was about five o'clock that 12 THE PILGRIM afternoon when the Bixbys came. Well, we did get here anyway! they chorused gleefully. Yes, I see, murmured Mrs. Clayton. Then you - didn't write ? Why, no. We weren't to, if we could come, you know. Yes- er -I mean no, stam- mered the hostess. After the hastily prepared meal was over, Mr. Clayton and his eld- er son and daughter met in a se- cluded corner of the library. Now whose letter do you sup- pose it was? began Jimmy. Mine, groaned the father. I know it's mine-and it means hun- dreds of dollars to me. Why father! exclaimed the other two in unison. Yes, it does. Dennison was go- ing to drop me a line here if cer- tain things happened. And if they have happened, and I don't sell my Marconi before to-morrow noon, i1,'ll mean-well, there'll be the dickens to pay. On the other hand, if those things havenit happened, and I do sell - it'll be worse. Both Ethel and Jimmy assured him it must have been the letter and went off, feeling easier in their minds. On Thursday morning, the maid brought in the mail and left it at her master's plate. One for you, Julia, he began, and-by Jove, here's Dennison's letter, he finished joyfully. Twenty minutes later, with head erect and shoulders back, he could be seen hurrying down the street. Behind him, on the porch steps, were a young man and a young girl looking at each other in blank dis- may. . You said you were expecting a letter, didn't you? began Ethel hopefully. Well, so were you, weren't you ? Yes, but-- Well, don't you think it's yours? - It might be, but- You said you thought it was yours, the first thing. Yes, I know, but,-well, per- haps it is. ' Of course it is, asserted James as he ran down the steps, leaving Ethel looking after him in vague wonder. That noon the mail brought three letters, all of which Ethel pocketed. I know which one I'll read first, she said as she hurried to her room. That night Jimmy refused to come to dinner, saying he did not feel well. Yet, later that evening, after a sharp peal of the door bell and a knock at his door, he left the house, and one who saw him then would not say he looked like a sick man. a The next morning Ethel rushed headlong into the dining-room. Oh, Jimmy! she cried. It was your letter the dog hadg here it is! But it wasn't, replied the young man. I got it last night- special delivery. Yes, it is. Teddy found it in a hole under the barn. See! Well, it is for me, muttered Jimmy as he saw his own name among the marks left by the dirty paws and sharp teeth. Humph! he ejaculated as he looked at the paper which the envelope had con- tained. What is it? asked the rest of the family. It's an advertising letter from the Reynolds' kennels. Do you think we-er-need another dog? F. OTTEN '25 THE PILGRIM 13 THESE LANDLUBBERS My friend looked at me dubious- ly and then turned to survey the canoe which was drawn up on the beach. You're sure you can paddle that thing? she asked. You can't have had much experience if you bought it only three days ago. Sure, I know all about canoes, I lied cheerfully. All you have to do is sit still and nothing can pos- sibly happen. Still looking rather doubtful, Ethel stepped into the canoe and sat down at one end. I pushed the Kemah oif the sand and gracefully jumped in. That is, I intended to be graceful but somehow or other the Kemah must have moved, for I didn't land in the middle, and she began to rock. Ethel turned pale and grabbed the sides of the canoe, but I calmly picked myself up and acted as if it were a common occurrence. I paddled towards the island which was about a mile away. It was a wonderful afternoon, the sun was shining and the water was just like glass. There were quite a few pleasure parties on the lake and soon a motor boat came near. 'Someone shouted and waved, and I raised the paddle in the air to return the salute. I was perfectly safe, I had mere- ly stood up to see who was shout- ing, but Ethel gasped, Oh, do be careful l and made a grab for me. That rocked the canoe and I sud- denly sat down. By this time I was disgusted with Ethel. Twice she had nearly turned us over by her foolish ac- tions. However, I woulcln't be the one to spoil the picnic so I paddled on. Suddenly I had to sneeze and I pulled my handkerchief from my pocket. Out came my pocketbook along with it and flew into the wa- ter. Although I leaned over the side and tried to get it before it sank, my efforts were in vain. I looked at Ethel and her face was a greenish color. How thoughtless I had been! Of course, she wasn't used to the water and I had kept her there in the hot sun for over an hour. I always admit my mistakes, though, so I immediately took her back to shore. Well, don't you believe now that I can paddle a canoe? I asked, as we were walking up to the hotel. We've been out for nearly two ljuurs, and we didn't have an acci- dent. Ethel gave a little shudder. I guess she must have caught cold. Oh, er yes, she stammered, I enjoyed it very much. When will you come out again, -tomorrow? I asked. She hesi- tated. I'm sorry, I have to go back to town for a few days, she said. I'll come with you some other time. Ethel's a funny girl. She's not very enthusiastic about boating. She'd never get into a boat if it weren't for my generosity. '25 .........li..- ARE SALESMEN BORN OR MADE . Persevere! If at first you don't succeed, try try again. You have been at it now since eight this morning. What is the matter with you, anyway? Now when you go into this house, make up your mind not to leave until you have sold to your prospect. With this advice from his boss, Jim Cobb, a new salesman on the job, entered the door of his prospective customer. Good morning, madam, said Jim. Nice weather we're hav- ing. 14 THE PILGRIM Yes, considering that it has rained for four days without much of a stop between times. Jim was quite upset by this re- ply. Why hadn't he remembered that the weather had not been good? But nothing daunted he went on with his sales-talk. I am here this morning mad- am, to sell you some Royal Baking Powder. That did sound rather awkward, Jim thought, but he re- membered What his boss had said. I don't use that brand, and I don't think I care to, was the sharp retort. But surely you might give it a trial. No, young man, you can't sell me any of your old baking pow- der. I'm perfectly satisfied at the present time with the kind I'm using. But I'll tell you, if I Wanted to try a different kind, I wouldn't try Royal. This aroused Jim's anger, but he saw before him the words, AL- WAYS BE POLITEJ' Madam, I'm sorry you feel thus about our product, but Royal Bak- ing Powder has been in use for twenty-five years now, and its good reputation will always last. Your neighbor, Mrs. Brown, uses it, and would have given me an order, but she is already stocked up with Royal Baking Powder. Huh, she uses it, you say? Well, I always did wonder how she made such lovely cakes and biscuits. It must be the baking powder. Here was a hope, and Jim 'grasped it. Yes, our product does wonders. It is used by all the leading bak- eries, and a woman of your ability should be able to turn out marvel- ous creations with it. A little ilattery, Jim decided, might help. Just let me show you the help ful cook book that is given to you free with your pound can of baking powder. Not that I doubt your knowledge of cooking, or think that you need a cook book, but there are many new and tasty dishes described in it, which might, appeal to you. . No, I never use a cook book but some of these new-fangled things in these pictures do look good.. John always did like a change in his food. Yes, I'm sure your husband would approve of your purchase. Oh, yes, and we also are giving a cake-turner and a cross Word puz- zle with every can you buy. A cross word puzzle, did you say? My, but I'm just crazy about them! And you give one free with every can of baking powder ? 6'Yes, and they're good ones. Does your husband care for cross' word puzzles too? If .so why not buy two cans and then he can have a puzzle as well. What a clever idea! I'll take- three cans and get a puzzle for my daughter, too. After the conclusion of the sale,. Jim. walked out to his boss with a light heart. His greeting was, Well, boss, I was just beginning to think that salesmen had to be born, but I've changed my mind - they can be made. L. SMITH '25 A FRUITE UL TALE Once upon a time a young lady' and a young man were sitting be- side a small river on the beautiful continent of Atlantis which conti-- nent, it is claimed, lay in the At-- lantic, and of which Cuba is now' the only remaining part. Strangely enough they were- sitting on opposite sides of the stream, quarreling in a foreign- tongue. Ban 1 I she shrieked, Ukopdof- fylala!l which means, Ban, all right for you! Veeka, Anna, he answered equally loud, Hsuppytumta rum- ' THE PILGRIM 15 my!! which is the same as, All right, Anna, be a mule if you like l Quarreling thus, they passed the time away. Toward noon, however, the sky became black and the wind blew terrifically. The bridge was swept away and Anna could not cross the river. Her friend grasped a young tree growing near, and attempted to pull it up by the roots to make a bridge. But a loud rumble was heard under the earth and the river wid- ened as the ground shook fearful- y. Ban turned around just in time to see his beloved carried rapidly downstream by the whirling cur- rent. She called a last farewell and :forgave him as she sank for the last time. Ban, distracted, with the young tree in his hand fied over the heaving ground toward the west, the cries of the dying civilization in his ears. As he reached the coast of what is now Florida, the land behind him disappeared under the water and he found himself alone in a strange land. Waking up the next day he dis- covered the young tree lying be- side him. He looked at it thoughtfully, then burst into tears and vowed he'd plant it as a symbol of his love for Anna. So he carefully planted the young tree, watering it with his tears, and called it Ban-Anna. - Although science has sought for decades to explain the existence of the banana tree on this continent, the explanation is really a simple one, you see, depending on the love of Ban for Anna. B. HOLMES '26 FRESI-IMAN'S JOURNEY Freshman, sitting on the bank of a clear lake on a .hot summer day, fell asleep and dreamed a dream. There appeared before him a vast sea, and as he came nearer to it, he saw the sign Sea of Education. In order to con- tinue his progress in Life, it was necessary for him to pass over this sea. As Freshman walked along the water's edge, he spied a sea-plane with Guide sitting in it ready to help anyone who wished to go across. After welcoming each other, they set out on their jour- ney. On the way Guide informed his friend of others' experiences. Soon they passed an island known as Island Lazy where several Freshmen had stopped when tired of Education's work. A few miles away was another island much larger and more beautiful which Guide called Start Island. After Freshman had landed safely on it, Guide told him that now he must choose agents that he would meet on the island, and that these would be Freshman's helpers. Love, Work, and Honor were chosen. Then Guide warned Freshman al- ways to do right and to choose wisely, for now he had obtained the rank of Sophomore. The three new guides told Soph- omore that he must get ready for a more difiicult part of his journey and that he had to do most of the work. They made him clean and prepared the steamer which would take him to the opposite banks of Sea of Education. Poor Sopho- more even had to work in the boiler-room, sweat came forth from his face, but he kept on. When they reached the other side, his companions told him that he had completed his Sophome work, and was now to be called Junior. Saying this, they left him to con- tinue his journey alone. f 16 ' THE PILGRIM There, before him, was Study Mountain whose slopes were cov- ered with Books, Pencils, Pens, Ink, Rulers, Chalk, and many other tries. Junior looked at it with a sigh and wished that he could go back, but a sign aroused his cur- iosity. On it was written Road Upward. He followed the road which seemed level and easy at first, but as he kept on it grew steeper and more difficult. When he was half-way up the mountain, he looked back at the parts of his journey that he had already com- pleted and decided that he could just as well keep on. As he was thinking of this, Prize appeared and brought with him Interest, whom he introduced to Junior. Prize went on his way, while the other two climbed to the top of Study Mountain. When they reached the top, Interest turned to Junior and said, O Junior, 'tis now that you are a member of the Senior Class. I must depart, but take this little gift and remember me throughout your journey. Senior was weary and cared not to keep on, for everything was get- ting harder to do. A figure in the distance was approaching him. Senior walked on and met Strug- gle who promised to help him out of all his difficulties down the mountain side. After they had gone a little way, Toil and Trouble would not let Senior pass because he had no passport. Thereupon Struggle told Senior to show them the gift that Interest had given him. It was none other than the Gift of Strife and, when Toil and Trouble saw it, they let Senior pass on. When Senior came to the foot of Study Mountain, Struggle took his hand and said, Now, O Senior, you have completed your School Journey of Education and Study. However, do not stop, for this is only the beginning. Re- member there is the rest of your Life Journey to be completed, and now you will be your own guide. Remember the comrades you have met, and resolve to make your Life Journey a success based on Educa- tion and Study. Farewell and good luck to you. MARY ZANDI '25 , THE JOYS OF MOTORING Want to go for a ride, Joe? ' Joe appeared in the doorway munching a piece of cake much too large to be held in the hands. Mum eatin', was the incoher- ent reply addressed to the occu- pants of the broken-down Ford. Aw, just for a few minutes. Got to be back myself then, said the driver, Larry Forsdick. Yes, come on, joined in the other passenger, Bob Hawkins. Joe descended the stairs and climbed into the car, still munch- ing his food. Larry started the Ford and away they went. Car after car they passed until they had gone farther from home than they had intended. I guess we'd better turn around, said Joe. On they sped opening up on the long straight- away and passing cars like a fiash. This is the life, quoth Bob and the others agreed with him. Larry drove into a woods road to take a short cut home. About a hundred yards down the road they met an- other road bug with a fiat tire. As they flashed pastthe parked car they gave its owner the grand razz and asked him if he wanted a race. Then Larry slowed up, turned around, and went back to the parked car to torment the un- fortunate motorist. Want any help? they asked jokingly. . No answer. Well, you ,wouldn't get it any- way, said they as they drove off. But they did not go far, for the THE PILGRIM 17 car came to a stop with a bang amidst a cloud of smoke. There followed volleys in which the Ford car was duly criticised, and its merits discussed and con- demned beyond revival. They all got out and inspected the car. Rear end gone, offered Joe. Bands, said Larry. Give her a turn, Bob, said Larry, and we'll see if she'll move. The engine went all right but the car wouldn't budge. Nothing to do but push, said Larry. They all put their shoulders to the wheel and rolled the car along the sandy road. There's a car coming behind us, said Bob. Push, Bozos, yelled its driver as the car flashed by, The owner of the car was recognized as the unfortunate motorist of half an hour before. Wou1dn't even give us a tow, said Joe and they proceeded to tell each other what they thought of the fellow. But I won't bother to repeat what that was. The car rolled along easily until they came to a hill. Then it began to .go harder, rests were taken oftener. The perspiration rolled oi their faces. Some of the joys of motoring you are now experiencing, gentle- men, said Bob. Car after car passed them but none offered aid. Just as they were thinking that the world was indeed heartless and devoid of any good people a truck stopped and offered to tow them. The car was hitched to the truck with alacrity but is was found that the brakes 'would not hold. The truck driver towed the car up the hills and they coasted down them. Coasting is a ticklish job without brakes. It gives you a helpless feeling. Meanwhile their spirits rose. The world was a good place after all. As they stopped in front of a garage a wheel came off and the truck driver left them in disgust. Oh death, where is thy sting? After much persuasion the ga- rage man was badgered into giving them a ride home for the car. ARTHUR PYLE '25 HAVE SOME LEMONADE In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, but poor Tubby Lawson's romances could never be counted on to arrive just in the Spring. In other words Tubby progressed with the seasons. The object of his Springtime inclination dur- ing 1925 was the most popular girl in high school, and Tubby can now tell anyone who will listen-oh! well that belongs to the story. One couldn't exactly call Betty Blake heartless, that is -not yet. Betty's designs had been centered at the time of Tubby's infatuation for her on the new boy in town. And as everyone knows a new broom sweeps clean. So had Charlie Davis, being no exception to the rule, swept his way past the local shieks and wrecked havoc. Virginia Pearson was Betty's closest rival for the new boy's af- fections-and it was here, as we shall see, that Tubby found a will- ing ally. 'On the warm Spring evenings the local sheiks and shebas as- sembled on the Blake piazza. It was upon such a night and in such a gathering that Tubby committed his faux pas. A Davis was there and his attenL tions were mainly directed toward Betty. Though this was quite natural, Virginia said, since it was her piazza. Martin, one of those easy-going individuals, immediately proposed that someone buy Virgina a piazza to entertain on. Oh, put on your hat, infant. 18 THE PILGRIM Here comes a woodpecker, re- torted that much-ruflled young lady, as she retired to a corner to commune with Tubby, who was gazing mournfully at a little bunch of flowers he had brought for Betty. Go give them to her, Tubby. Gee! that'll show that new guy up. I wouldn't let him get ahead of me. So in answer to Virginia's urging Tubby started for the ham- mock. I er- brought these for you Betty, he said holding forward the little bunch of flowers. Oh er- yes, Tubby, thank you, she said taking them. And after mad gestulations from Virginia on the opposite side of the piazza, Tubby sat down be- tween Betty and Davis. He made several stabs at conversation which were quite in vain, for both Betty and Davis remained silent. Silence, however, did not daunt Tubby for he stuck to his seat manfully-feeling not any too welcome, but contented, neverthe- less, just to be there. At different intervals - Tubby looked at Davis -and Davis looked at Tubby- while Betty looked at both of them -and still they sat. Tubby urged on by Virgina played the man between for some time much to the amusement of the younger element of the town. Davis laughingly termed Tubby his shadow-and made the best of an obviously annoying situation. The climax finally came. how- ever, at the Senior Class Picnic. Betty's young and vivacious flap- per cousin was to come from a neighboring town for the event. The two musketeers, as might have been expected, both placed bids to act as escorts for the oc- casion. Betty,'however, had decided to go with her cousin and no amount of persuasion could induce her to change her mind. At last the long-heralded day ar- rived-an ideal day, as it hap- pened for a picnic. The picnic progressed much as the average one does, with the us- ual lazy period after lunch when everyone sits around and just waits for something to happen. It was at this unlucky time that Tubby asked to escort Betty home. But Davis has already asked me, Tubby, Betty replied. Aw but gee, Betty - Well, I'll tell you what we'll do, Tubby, interrupted Betty. You see that donkey in the field over there ? Yes, Tubby replied somewhat puzzled. Well, whoever rides that ani- mal for five minutes may go home with me. Tubby swallowed his last bit of chocolate cake hard. Do you mean it ? he gasped. I do, replied Betty solemnly with the air of a judge delivering a sentence. Well, who goes first? asked Tubby anxious to get it over with. Flip up, called several voices anxious for the fun to begin. They flipped, and the result was that Tubby went first. After a period of fifteen minutes in which he Houndered around the field -- much like a fish on dry land - two if the boys caught the donkey for im. Getting the donkey unawares and by the dint of much engineer- ing, Tubby somehow or other, landed on his back. The specta- tors afterwards avowed that Tub- by's surprise was equal to the donkey's. Tubby, puffing like a steam en- gine going up an incline, managed to maintain a clutch and a hold on the animal's neck. Then they battled, and such a battle. The outraged animal tore around the field with Tubby bouncing up and down on his back, looking for all THE PILGRIM 19 the world like the whale might have looked had he attempted to ride Jonah instead of swallowing him. h Finally, however, the law of gravity went into eiect and Tubby from one his heavenward flights rapidly descended to terra firma and the donkey disappeared to an- other part of the field with remark- able rapidity. Three minutes- Tubby had lost. i The picnickers were rapidly making their Way to Tubby, sitting calmly in the middle of the field where the donkey had so rudely deposited him, with a piece of the animal's hair clutched tightly in his hand -and still gasping.- Hurt, Tubby ? asked one of the fellows, trying hard not to laugh. My feelings, groaned the in- dividual so addressed. You poor boy, will you have some lemonade? offered Betty's flapper cousin. Why-er-yes, thank you, re- plied Tubby gulping it down. Have another? she suggested generously. Well, it is awfully good, he re- plied. Say, Tubby, called one ofthe boys, if you drink much more of that stuff when you eat cake you'll hear it splash. Aw pipe down, will ya? Hey, Davis, where ya going? To ride the donkey, of course. That was the agreement, replied Davis. What for? asked Tubby. Why to see who'll take Betty home, you idot, answered Davis shortly, none too pleased at the prospect of the t 'ng. Well, you are dumb-bell, hal- looed Tubby, if you aren't a crip- ple. . But - Speaking of butts is a tender subject, groaned Tubby as lie tried 'to get up and then gave it up as a bad job. You poor boy, said the cousin reappearing with more lemonade and two glasses. Have some lem- onade? Well, do you know I believe I will, Tubby replied. Say, I never knew you were such a nice girl before? Banana oil. Let's go for a walk, some one suggested. Let 'em go and get all hot and sweaty if they want to, Tubby re- plied, we'll stay here and - Have some lemonade, chor- used the rest of the party laugh- ing. A. F. K. '26 GOLFI N' Golfin' has always been consid- ered a gentleman's game, but, since young Adams from Chiltonville took it up, it has fallen to a dan- gerously low level. I never play the game, but one of my bad hab- its takes the form of killing time at the Country Club, where I come in contact with Adams. One day last fall I was sitting there when he came up swinging his clubs and dropped down be- side me. Say, Doc, he inquired, what do you think of my game? I just played eighteen holes in thirty- six. I hesitated for a moment, for Adams has always been pretty truthful for a fellow who is in the habit of loafing at Les Swift's store. ' John, said I, 'Tm ashamed of you. You've played golf all your life and can't score any more than thirty-six. Why, there was a be- ginner up here yesterday and he went around. His score was over two hundred, too. Then he commenced to laugh, and I looked around to see what he was laughing at, but he was the funniest thing in sight, barring Sid Akeley, who had just arrived, 20 - THE PILGRIM ' so I didn't waste my breath. He calmed down soon and sat still for an unusualy long time, perhaps five minutes. Say, Doc, do you remember that crow that we saw at the eighteenth hole the other day ? J'Yes, I answered, what about it.' Well, Doc, said he, I was out there playing a little while ago, and noticed that crow sitting on the green about four hundred yards away, so I says to myself, I'll see if I can hit that crow. So I picked up my driver and gave that ball an awful hit. It flew like an arrow and struck the crow right in the eye and knocked it over into Jim Finney's hen-yard. Now I don't mean to be skepti- cal, but that was pretty hard to believe, so I thought I'd tell him about the time that I went hunting and didn't get anything, except lost. John, said I, I want you to understand that I'd believe every Word you've said, if someone else had said it, so I'm going to tell you the absolute truth. Last fall I went down to North Windham hunting. The day I got there I took my rifle and tramped through the woods till it was nearly dark. Then I returned to the cabin. I sat on the doorstep cleaning my rifle when I happened to glance across the clearing. I saw a squir- rel run up a wild apple tree and pick off an apple. He sat on the top branch holding it in his mouth. Well, I picked up my rifle. I didn't want to hurt the little animal, but thought I'd see if I could knock the apple out of his mouth so I fired and the bullet struck that apple fair in the middle. But the sad fact is, the juice drowned the poor little fellow. Nobody called me a liar, but I guess they would have if I hadn't been there, so we all kept quiet for a while. Suddenly Sid Akeley's voice aroused us all. Say, felle-rs, ihe exclaimed, that reminds me of the night I was playing basketball at the Cord- age, and made a basket from- Adams interrupted Sid and turned to me. Doc, he asked, why is it that a basketball player always stretch- es the stories about his good shots ? F. L. CHURCHILL '26 THE TRUTH ABOUT THE CHERRY TREE Contrary to what is now accepted as the truth, there are many young iconoclasts who be- lieve that George Washington was a real boy and no unexceptional one at that. Since the early grades when George Washington's truthfulness was instilled into me by teachers, and since the time when my parents constantly held him up to me as an example, there has been lurking in my brain, for I have one, a suspicion that George Washington must have been a hu- man being when he was a boy, and he must have acted like the rest of us. As I grew older the suspicion grew with me, and quietly I have read Washington's life in biogra- phies, encyclopedias, and personal letters. After years of diligent study, I submit what I believe to be the truth about George Wash- ington and the memorable cherry tree. This is my life work, the precious hours of my youth have been spent on it, so judge me not too. harshly. George, said the elder Wash- ington one morning, I think the cherry tree needs trimming. See that it is done by the time I re- turn. THE PILGRIM 21 But, father, I'd like to go fish- ing. Have I not taught you to be a dutiful son, George? Do as I tell you, you hear ? All right, father, answered George, sulkily. Mr. Washington departed for town. George was sorely tempted to go fishing, but as the elder Washington was an ardent sup- porter of Spare the rod and you ,spoil the child, George conquered his desires. For being a good boy his father had given George fa beautiful hatchet, and George had never had the opportunity of making good use of it until this occasion. I George set out cheerfully for the orchard. He came to the cherry tree, standing all alone at the edge of the field. His father prized it highly, for it was one of the few cherry trees in Virginia. George felt proud that his father had entrusted the tree to him. The lower branches of the tree did not need trimming and George 'could not reach the higher branch- es, which did. He sat down on a rock and thought. For fully twenty minutes he sat and pond- ered, then he got up quickly and said to himself, How foolish of me. I'll chop down the tree, then I can easily reach the higher branches. George proceeded to do so. He trimmed the branches and went home, tired but well sat- isfied, with the feeling that a man has when he has done a hard job well. , When Mr. Washingon came home he asked for George immed- iately. His anger was apparent. George came out and Mr. Wash- ington said, Who chopped down that cherry tree ? - George said, Well er-. I said, who chopped down that tree? came the relentless ques- tion. I did, said young George, weakly. You dare to stand before me and tell me that is the truth? said Mr. Washington fiercely. Oh, father, you know I never lie, ' said young George with a hurt look. But soon something else hurt. Cries of anguish issued from the wood shed, for George received a most trying beating in that half hour. At the end of the meeting. Mr. Washington said, Now, George, I hope that has taught you a les- son. George said sadly, looking at the ground, Father, it has, it has taught me never to tell the truth. At this George went quickly out- of-doors with the aid of his fath- er's boot. I know I have attempted a hard task in submitting the above story. I realize that I am trying to undermine a story that has been accepted as the truth for decades, but after years of research work I have accumulated documents to convince you of The Truth about the Cherry Tree. ' M. TOABE '25 X A NIGHT'S LODGINGSQ When Jim Dugan., a comedian whose show had broken up, reached the door of his room he found the following note tacked on it: Don't try and bust door open. Rent due 2 weeks-2 weeks more than we trust anybody. Mean- while take the air. Your Landlord, Tim Murphy. Huh, grunted Duganf. So I'm to be treated like a regular tramp. Well, I guess I amta bum at that, with only two bits in my pocket. Following the advice of Mr. Murphy he took the air. -LVM w+'l ' 22 THE PILGRIM , It was a cold night in February, and out in the street at eleven o'clock with no place to sleep was not a very nice place to be. As Dugant walked along thinking where he could eat and sleep, he noticed an oflicer ap- proaching, which instantly put a bright idea into his head. He would play the part of a drunk person, and he would be escorted to jail where he would have a night's lodging free. So he ruf- fled his hair and tilted his hat, and then staggered around in a circle. The oflicer came closer, but un- fortunately his eye was not on the comedian. To make matters worse he heard the shrill whistle of a brother officer in distress, and rushed away to aid him without noticing the remarkable perform- ance that had been staged for his sole benefit. Dugant stopped his impersona- tion in disgust. But he must have a place to sleep. Glancing up the street he noticed a portly gentle- man coming his way, swinging a cane. Promptly the active brain of the comedian originated an- other bright idea. He would seize the cane from the gentleman, who would have him arrested at once. The victim approached, head high, his whiskers flowing in the breeze. Dugant also approached, head low, his coat flapping in the wind. Hey, gimme that cane! growled the comedian, jerking the cane from the man's hand. Gim- me that cane or I'll bounce - The old fellow relinquished the cane without the slightest strug- gle. Oh, I beg your pardon, sir, he exclaimed, Really, I didn't in- tend to steal your cane--just pick- ed it up around the corner. You must have dropped it! Woof! Another good idea knock- ed down. It was getting colder and colder now and the time ap- proached midnight. A place to sleep was imperative. Suddenly Dugant noticed a young lady tripping toward him. The comedian decided at once that he would flirt with the young lady. If he had the same success that had attended his previous attempts in the art of flirting, he would be in jail in less than no time. Oh, boy! he cried. This is soft. I'll just walk up to her and say, 'Ah, little one, where goest thou? What? Then she'll let out a yell and have me pinched in a second. As the girl approached he noticed that she appeared down- cast and out of spirits. Ah, little one, where goest thou? began Dugant. Then he waited for results. j Well, you can search me, re- plied the little one! stopping abruptly. My show has busted up. Foiled again! But Dugant rec- ognized that he was face to face with a fellow performer, one, like himself, who was in distress. Sorry, he said. I'm in the same boat myself. Here, take this quarter. It's all I got. Thanks, said the girl. I won't forget you. Annie Tenny don't forget favors. She hasten- ed to a store nearby. As he watched the girl he no- ticed a man had stopped her. She let out a cry for help, and Dugant rushing over saw that it was Mr. Murphy who had accosted her. Hey! what's the idea? said the comedian. This man insulted me, an- swered Miss Tenny. Ah, here was a good way to get back at Mr. Murphy! Dugant closed his right fist, took aim at the face of his ex-landlord, then let go. It went! It would have gone much farther if Mr. Murphy's face had not stopped it. Then an officer arrived.. Miss Tenny, Mr. Murphy, and THE PILGRIM 23 Dugant tried to explain at once. The officer escorted them all to the police station, where Mr. Dugant and Mr. Murphy were given places to spend the night. At last Dug- ant had succeeded! D. K. '26 FU TILITY Blackness - and then In the space 'twixt the wings of a gull I was cramped: and wheeled blindly Hither and yong but I was held fast. Looking down, I saw you leaping And twisting your shining scales through the foam. With inherent cunning I dived, But swifter than light you had flashed to the weed. Again in the gray sky I hung, watching you Till Winter crept up unawares Stifi ning your scaly length in its ' dank mail, Beating my head to the frozen sand. When out of the shroud rose spring P as 'a Phoenix, The waves belched you forth where I lay. . The sun shone upon us, the sand drifted o'er us, Till One walking by saw your poor frame And my torn wing, scornfully smiled, With the breath of His nostrils, He scattered them, Tossed to the four winds my feathers, Turned your bones into dust on the sand. E. CHASE '25 SAILING T I went for a beautiful sail last night All through the star-lit sky, And the swaying, glinting moon- beams Silently shimmered by. The clouds were soft and dreamy And they rocked the boat to and fro, As the pine boughs rock in rhythm When the gentle breezes blow. And I sailed through the golden silence, Where the angels float in mist, My boat, the shell of a lovely dream, Floated in amethyst. KATHRYN MCCARTHY '26 TWO KEYS Here are two keys One highly prized And one despised Your turn to choose. Brazen, tarnished, green with age Holding in cells the lives of men The derelicts of life and crime Who haunt the city's dreaded den And wait in lonely village fen To kill and steal at night. Brilliant, sparkling, shining bright Guarding the chests in a galle- on's hold Power to buy both life and death Yet ill begot with souls men sold Imprisoned, shackled bars of gold ' That tempt the fool at night. H. WESTON '26 ELUSIVE Darkness soft as pansy petals Floating downward softly settles, Purple black and dimly fragrant Over all the tired world. Gently soothing cares of day Softly smoothing worry away, With it thoughts come in a Hock Fancies that the light would mock. When the darkness slips away And I see the coming day I seal'-but all I find Are dusky pansies left behind. Thoughtful pensive purple pansy Do you know my night-time fancy? 24 THE PILGRIM Gently nodding your dainty head Have you my thoughts or are they dead? BERTHINE PETERSON '25 BUBBLES I blew a bubble That hung like a bit of trans- parency Trembling silver in the air. One moment it was there -A And then a tiny spray of soap-suds And it was gone to some fairy world V 'Of dreams, perhaps, having graced Our ugly world for one brief in- stant. , D. REED '26 THE MARCH OF SPRING Deep snows melting, cold rains pelting Old Man's Winter's broken back, Rivers rushing, ice cakes crushing Down the freshet's' foamy track. Sunbeams glancing, wild brooks dancing, Playing saucy little pranks- Swiftly whirling, twisting, twirl- 1ng Down the willow-skirted banks. Song birds singing, wild fowl winging On their way to northern lair- Green buds peeping fresh from sleeping In the woods and everywhere. Salmon lunging, big trout plung- 1ng In each lake and stream and brook, Watching, waiting 'gainst the tak- 1ng Of the crafty fisher's hook. Leaves' unfolding, squirrel scold- ing From his perch on yonder log- Sweet sap running, rabbit sunning Far away from gun and dog. By each token, birch and oaken - By each wood-smoke in the air- By the flowing, budding growing Nature tells us Spring is here. VIRGINIA BAILEY '26 VIOLETS They nod by the limpid pool With sweet unpretentious grace, And their green-veined foliage Is draped with a dainty cob-web lace. The rose knows their story And the hollyhocks also knows, And the rose told me the secret That the hollyhock told the rose. The hollyhock whispered, At night time When 'twas darkest 'neath the yew, The elves from the fairy kingdom Danced here and bathed in the ew. And eir elfin caps-royal pur- ple They laid down every one By the brink of the garden pool Till their midnight dance was do11e. But the dawn came all too early And the elfins hid in fear Leaving their little caps-royal purple Noddin and waiting here. , . RICHARD '25 Us JA DOG I strolled in thru the door of a large pet shop in town. My object there, to buy a dog, in color chiefly browng The manager most civilly exhib- ited his stocks Of spaniels, collies, terriers, from Airdales down to fox. Aristocratic St. Bernards and Chows and Pekinese, Hobnobbed with Poodles French, and Poms of ancient pedi- grees, While- with their noses turned in air, disdainful as you please, Sat tiny! Blenheims and King Charles, with spreading family trees. THE PILGRIM 25 Whichever Way I looked there sat in state behind the bars In dignity and haughtiness, these canine D. A. R.'s. I My family to such regal state I fear cannot live up, We're humble folk, so have you any other kind of pup ? I meekly asked 5 the manager scornfully turned his head To a dark and lowly corner where Just Dogs the placard read. ' But there was vig'rous life, and as I stooped with hearty hail, Each little separate doggie wagged each separate little tallg u And grinned in joyous. welcome, ln a most persuasive way, And told me all his troubles while begging me to stay. One looked with great beseeching ' eyes, and fawned upon my knees, Saying as plain as dog could talk, Kind master, take me please. I looked again -at that exclusive companyzelitegp ' Who were brushed and combed and manicured from noses down to feet, With pedigrees as long as Lake Chauhunagungamaug, Then I turned in great content- ment and purchased just a dog! M. MACDONALD '25 THINGS I HAVE LOVED Silv'ry green birches 'Neath a sky of blue Tossing on a hilltop Darker green in hue. Barest, blackest branches 'Gainst the morn's first ray 'Gainst the roseate coloring At the dawn o' day. Blinding golden ripples On a lake of blue, Sparkling dancing fairies Sunbeams flashing through. Palest pink of flowers ' In their nests of brown, Hidden spots of beauty Soft as feath'ry down. Frosty ferns and flowers On the window pane, Summer scenes in winter Jack Frost's tricks again. HELEN SULLIVAN, '26 A BREATH OF SPRING 'Twas the music of a 'cello, The subtle movement of a bow, Drawn gently o'er its tightened strings That made them feel the breath of spring, That made them think of other lands- The cherry blossoms of Japan, The twisted serpents of the Nile, All visioned by the 'cello's Wile, An ancient story sweetly told- A story drawn from Nature's fold. PHYLLIS SMALLWOOD '25 FATE Upon my mantel-piece they stand, While all its length between them lies, He throws a kiss with graceful hand, She glances back with bashful eyes. , The China Shepherdess is fair, The Shepherd's face denotes a heart ' Burning with ardor and despair. Alas, they stand so far apart. HELEN M. COYLE '25 26 THE PILGRIM 'YOUTH AND THE DANCE Mad, whirling, gliding figures, Bare arms, filmy dresses, Powdered noses, pomaded hair, Evening suits, and patent leathers. Sliding, slipping, aching feet, Exotic perfume, streaming perspi- ration. Rhythmic, dreamy music, Toe to toe, To and fro, Frivolous, joyful, jubilant youth. Heedless, careless, thoughtless youth. The hour grows late and on they dance- Happy now is foolish youth- But as quickly as the music played Their exuberant youth will fade. D. W. SUT!-IERLANDl'26 WHITE WINGS A stiff breeze is lashing King Neptune to frenzy, It calls to the sailboat a challenge unheard, She strains at her mooring, im- patient and restless, At last she is off, skimming out like a bird. Now white spray is dashing up over her bowsprit, She plunges down into the trough of the sea, Then up again, joyous, triump- hant, unconquered, This child of the ocean, so wild and so free. '25 THE HUMMING BIRD Flashing, in the sunshine, Dashing through the air, Sparkling like a jewel, See him everywhere! Poised before a flower, For a moment's space, Off again like lightning On some headlong chase! R. McMahon '26 AFTER DEATH Through the woody, 1 winding course Where Avernus has its source . There I found the Lower World. Death had quickly called me there. Voices strange and very rare Bid me welcome to that world. When I entered, there I saw Pluto, enforcing every law. In'one hand a scepter shone, Someone took me by the arm Squeezing till I felt the harm- Thus I went to Pluto's throne. Kneel, o poor and baseborn one! Cried he. What is it you have done? Lo! I tried to speak my best, But he scorned and scowled at me And said, Guilty first degree! Thus I suffered with the rest. M. ZANDI '25 CONSCIENCE When the hours of a day are gone, And twilight creeps o'er the hill, And the sighing winds and the shadows Have left your world all still -- Do you pause and wonder in fair- ness, . Have I accomplished good or ill? When the years of your life are closing, And peace marks your every hour, When the world and its passing pleasures I Seem to matter to you no more- Will the iinal account that you render Bring you safe through the Heavenly Door? K. A. SAMPSON '25 THE PILGRIM 27 THE LAST TOKEN QA painting by Gabriel Maxj A Christian maiden, cast to die, Because her faith's too great To yield to Ca-:sar's gods, In the arena stands in wait. Clad in a flowing robe of white, A black cloak o'er her thrown, She stands beneath the howling throng, And awaits her doom, alone. Beneath the grating on her left, A leopard creeps around, While on her right, two more wild beasts Are struggling on the ground. Her face is pale, but not from fear, As she glances toward her foes To see once more a faithful friend, Who's dropped her a token, a rose. C. HARLOW '25 ANNOUNCEMENT Poetry Prize - S5 First Prize, Futility, by E. Chase, '25. Second Choice, Sailing, by K. McCarthy, '26. Honorable Mention: T w o Keys, by H. Weston, '26, Things I Have Loved, by H. Sullivan, '26, Elusive, by B. Petersen, '25, Pirate Gold, by B. Holmes, '26, On A Japanese Bowl, by J. Cooper, '26, Gales of March, by M. MacDonald, '25. Short Story Prize-S5 First Prize, A Man With A Strange Smile, by D. Reed, '26. Second Choice, The Soda Foun- tain Clerk, by V. Cushman, '26. Honorable Mention: Tea and Tears, by D. W. Sutherland, 27, The Letter, by F. Otten, '25, Rewarded Merit, by K. Samp- son, '25. Claire T. Carroll, Dorothy A. Goodnough, Margaret Osmond, Judges. His wife wanted a ride in an air- fell out. plane. So he asked the man how -- rr1uCh he Chilfged for a ride. The Frenchman Cafter listening to man replied, H820 for an hour's cabaret singerj - Marvelous, ride, providing you do not talk! The wife and he got in and rode for an hour. When the plane land- ed. the owner of the plane said, Well it is 820. You didn't talk, did you? No, said the Scotchman, but I came very near it when my wife Mademoiselle, marvelous! I will make of you a diva. Cabaret Singer- But listen, old dear, I can't swim. Hello, old man, how's every- thing? She's fine, thanks. 28 THE PILGRIM He- Oh say, you'll pardon my walking on your feet, won't you? She- Certainly, old dear, I 'walk on them all the time myself. One- I call my iliv opportun- ity. Two- You do? One f- Yeah. Opportunity knocks. .ll The young man was spending his holiday at the seashore and thought he would like to take a boat out for an hour. Having hired one, he stepped into it and cautiously seized the oars. I haven't my watch with me, he said to the boatman, so I shall have to guess when my time is up. Oh, that's all right, sir, came the careless reply. You'1l know by the amount of water in her. She sinks after about an hour and a half. .li- On an English train, a visitor from the U. S. A. was comparing the extensive railways of America, with the short systems of the United Kingdom. Say, he re- marked, I can board the cars in my home state of Kentucky at 7 o'clock in the morning. I can trav- el all that day and all that night, and at 8 o'clock the next morning, I am still in Kentucky. I guess the old country can't show any- thing like that. Oh! said a voice from behind, We have trains like that, too, but we don't boast about them. I wonder why the artist has called this picture Home ? Because there's no place like it, I should say. London Opinion Queen- Knave, who is that playing the Anvil Chorus out in the courtyard? Jester- Nay, Nay Queen, 'tis the guests removing their over- coats. Keen, but nervous amateur: I say, old chap, what shall I do if they ask me to sing ? Candid Friend: Do? Why, sing, of course-it'll be their own fault! Humolrist fLondrmJ Several Americans and an Eng- lishman were touring the Pacific coast in an auto. The Americans were much amused at a road sign which read: Three miles to San Francisco. If you can't read, ask the black- smith. When nearing San Francisco, the Englishman burst out laugh- ing, saying he had just got the joke. When asked what it was, he said, Suppose the blacksmith wasn't' at home? The heads of a big manufactur- ing plant had this notice posted at the beginning of the summer: New Rules for Employees All .requests for leave of ab- sence on account of toothache, se- vere colds, and other minor physi- cal ailments, and on account of church picnics, weddings, and fu- nerals must be handed to the fore- man in charge of your department before 10 a. m. on the morning of the game. Senior Qin dressing room, be- tween dabs of powderj Oh Gee! We're to have a test in Burns next period. Junior Csurprisedlyj Why! do you take chemistry? THE PILGRIM 29 POETRY THE CHURCH OF DRURY In the town of Drury Upon a wooded hill, Beckoning the weary To peace, soft and still, Amidst the grasses greener On this country road, Inspiring the toiler Beneath his heavy load, With spire shining brightly In the sun's mellow ray, Stands the Church of Drury On this August day. LAWRENCE MAYLER '26 TREASON Spring lay basking in the sun, Thinking not of anyone, Peaceful, trusting, sleeping. Winter lurked behind the hedge, Peering thru the leafing sedge, Guileful, slyly creeping. In the east the sun shone bright, Gilding o'er the gloom of night, Laughing as the birds flew by. In the west the dark clouds hung, Sombre drapes with violence flung, Against the window of the sky. Winter launched his arrow fleet, Burdened with the snow and sleet, Speeding toward Spring's heart. Spring heeded not the piercing stings, Just wondered at the course of things- ' Straightway forgot the dart. A. E. BERG '26 SPRING . How welcome is the voice of Spring! With life proclaimed anew, With song and joy on every side, And faith and hope renewed. Once more the fields are gay with flowers, Awake from slumber deep, And from their nook among the hills, The modest violets peep. The babbling brook flows swiftly past, V The glorious sun is high, The lacy trees sway gracefully, And song-birds chirp nearby. With everything alive once more Our sadness drifts away, Again we answer Springtiine's call And laugh the live-long day. How beautiful the springtime is With all its magic charms, We welcome thee again, O Spring! We wait with open arms. HELEN NICKERSON '28 EARTH'S TREASURE This is a legend archaic, A tale that has often been told- Of a father who willed to his chil- dren A clue to his hidden gold. 'Tis in the garden hidden, Just dig for it, he said, In this search you must look most carefully - Then a smile-and he was dead. They dug the whole land over But no pot of gold did they find, But the vineyard repaid their ef- forts With grapes of a better kind. Thus did a father bestow on His sons, a truth to be learned - That no gold could be found more worthy Then gold they honestly earned. A. S. RESNICK '25 30 THE PILGRIM , f-.Rx -'4-v fxr' -:rEvf ?27 ' W- 5 - 5 fm . F Q will 'J 9 I A I - . ll - :' - 'r':-I-, pf fl3:.: 3 fl .7 all f 'fef' .s... it BASEBALL The P. H. S. baseball team, un- der the direction of Coach I. E. Brown, has completed one-half of the season's schedule with four games to its credit, and five to that of its opponents. In several of these games exceptional playing was shown to the public, particu- larly in the case of the Abington game. In the first inning, one of Ab- ington's men knocked the ball for a homer. Through wonderful teamwork the score remained 1-0 until the ninth inning. Here Plymouth was able to score a run, thus necessitating another inning. Abington secured no runs. When Plymouth came to bat, Davis made a hit and was brought home by Anderson who knockd a Texas Leaguer to left field. The game was Plymouth's, with a 2-1 score. The town fans expressed their opinions on the game and declared it to be the best game ever played in Plymouth by high school teams. The second team has produced promising material for next year, and has shown up favorably in several games. ' TRACK The track team has progressed with increasing interest during the sunny spring afternoons, and re- markable results have been ob- tained in the 100-yard dash, 220- yard dash, the shot put, the run- ning high jumps, and the broad and running broad jumps. On May 23d several members of the track team attended the Harvard-Princeton Meet in the Harvard Stadium. Among those who enjoyed the exhibition were, Cavallini, Lahey, Garvin and Mc- Donald. p Several members of the track team and others picked from the school at large, were able to give a fine exhibition at the Field Day held on May 27, at the High School field. SWIMMING The Gymnasium Class, compos- ed of pupils of both the Junior and Senior High, will receive in- structions in swimming as soon as conditions permit. 1.-ll, FO'OTBALL At this time it is well to sug- gest that candidates for next year's foot-ball team should at- tend, ifpossible, one of the Citi- zen's Military Training Camps, in preparation for a strenuous sea- son with some of the best teams in Southern New England. A word to the wise is suf-- i'icient. ADDISON B. CRAIG '25 THE PILGRIM 31 ALUMNI NOTES THEN AND NOW Then refers to the old high school building which stood on Pleasant Street on the spot now occupied by the home of Capt. D. H. Craig, and which, like an old gown, was made over from the Green Church acquired by the town in 1849 for a high school. The high school was on the upper iioor and on the other were four lower grade schools. The front of the building reached from Franklin Street nearly across the whole of the lot, saving a narrow passage way on the northern side. A flight of about a dozen steps extended across the entire front, with three doorways at the top, the end ones being for the upper floor and the centre for the lower. There were three angles to be turned in the stairs before one reached the coat rooms which were in the front corners of the build- ing, -,fine exits in case of a fire! Tests showed that the main room could be vacated in one minute and, as the boys usually jumped the stairs, they emerged into the open some time before the girls. Be- tween the coat rooms was a class room, and entrance to the main room was rearward through the coat rooms. This front class room was warmed in cold seasons partly by a wood burning box stove, which cooked those seated nearest to it and created yearnings on the part of the pupils in the far cor- ners. The rope to the school bell, aloft in the belfry, hung in this room and was given a sly pull during sessions, if the signs were right. The seats were long, wooden settees, some of which were more or less ricketty. On either side were blackboards and the instruct- or was seated at a desk on a low platform at the rear of the room. Doorways were later cut direct from the main room and aided in checking disorderly conduct when classes were changing and passing through the coat rooms. The main room was also the classroom for the principal, whose desk was on a wide platform at the eastern end of the apartment and nearest the entrance for the boys. The school piano was on the opposite end of the platform and in the centre space was the spot where each Thursday certain of the grammar and rhetoric classes, picked by some unknown fto the pupilsj process, were condemned to read compositions before the whole assemblage. A broad aisle extended down the centre and separated the girls, who were on the north, from the boys on the south. There were at least eight rows of double desks reach- ing from front to back. Two rows of windows lighted the room quite well, except in winter, and then seats were often changed for ones nearer the illumination although this exposed the pupils to more or less chilly draughts from the loosely-fitting sashes. Heat was furnished by two tall cylindrical coal burners at the front of the room, two long lines of smokepipe extending from them down the sides and across the rear end of the room, Where they met in a cen- tral chimney. There were times when one did not suffer from heat unless, for perfectly good reasons on the part of the principal, one was occupying a desk nearest the platform and stove as well as the desk of the principal. I may say that, as a rule, I was not chilly in winter weather for the above reason. Sanitation was given little at- tention. The toilet facilities were scarcely as good as can be found in any military camp and were given less care. All of the water for the schools in the building was furnished by one faucet on the lower fioor in the passageway where the winter's wood was stacked. Bubblers were unknown 32 THE PILGRIM and the high school water supply was in two wooden buckets, which at times got rather slimy, and these stood in an old-fashioned commode on either side of the room while a tin dipper for each served the school. In front of the boy's section was a large case of various instru- ments for physics and chemistry, many of them old timers, and on the other side of the room was a tall cabinet done in graining at which the old time painters were masters, which was seldom opened and was supposed to contain school records and books of re- ference. Against the chimney at the rear stood a number of low shelves con- stituting the school library. There was a dictionary, Lossings' Field Books of the Revolution, in two volumes, the War of 1812, and a large volume of Shakespeare's plays. Memory recalls that I read all except the first and accom- plished the feat during school hours. When my class entered the school, there was a small recita- tion room partitioned off from the main room in the southern corner of the latter. It was replaced soon afterward by a new structure mounted on stilts back of the building. It was well lighted and airy and even in winter was usu- ally quite comfortable, but some of us failed to appreciate it fully as it was there we went for our geometry, which seemed to make it unpleasant. , Small blackboards were along the sides of the principal's room, between the windows, and on some of these were written in chalk the programme for recitations, which somehow seemed to escape getting obliterated in a whole term. Three wood-finished circular openings down the centre of the ceilings were the ventilators- closed by wooden flap doors. The one above the platform bore for many years a cluster of bluish white spots, caused by wet clay luting used in an experiment in which I was learning something about book hydrogen gas. The text stated that mixed with air the gas was explosive. It was! ! ! When the old building was torn down after it had outlived its use- fulness for school purposes, it was rebuilt as a business block, and now stands in approximately its original size, except for height, on Court Street on the eastern side just north of Atlantic Street. In the old days I am recalling there were about 120 pupils in the school and it was rather crowded at times, but in spite of the lack of some of the present day facilities we learned much, thanks to our instructors, who were earnest and painstaking in their work. Now! For the latter part of the title just look around the present high school and compare it as well as may be with what pupils had a half century ago. CHARLES DOTEN There are all sorts of ways of putting things, some of which sound better than others. For ex- ample there is the case of the man of whom Lord Coleridge used to tell, whose father was hanged for highway robbery. Someone asked him how his father's death oc- curred. Sir, he said, he fell from a scaffolding outside New- gate while he was talking to a clergyman. l JOKES Auntie, will you please wash my face ? Why, Bobbie, I thought you could do that yourself. Well, I can, but I'd have to get my hands wet and they donlt need it. THE PILGRIM 33 Exchange Department IN THE EYES OF OTHERS THE PILGRIM-The arrange- ment of your paper is fine. All departments interesting, was well worth reading. The Brwsh - New Bedford, Mass. THE PILGRIM-Athletic Depart- ment very novel and interesting, also good French Department. The Parrot - Rockland, Mass. THE PILGRIM - Les notes fran- cais sont tres interessantes. As usually, you have a good collection of smiles. The Saehem-Middleboro, Mass. THE PILGRIM-We find your paper contains line editorials and snappy jokes. The Climber-West Bridgewater, Mass. . THE PILGRIM-Your Latin and French departments are very in- structive. The Spice Box-Avon, Mass. Plymouth is well represented 'by THE PILGRIM. Your paper is one of the best on our list. The Latin and French departments are es- pecially interesting but we would suggest that you have a few more jokes. Also, we think your cuts could be improved. The Brocktomia-Brockton, Mass. THE PILGRIM-Your headings are good. You must have splen- did cooperation to publish such a fine literary section. . The Bulletin-Lawrence, Mass. THE PILGRIM should be compli- mentedon the originality of the different department headings, its interesting stories, and poems. The Blue and White-Taunton, Mass. A TOAST- To all Exchange Editors, past, present and future, of school pub- lications-here's felicitations to those of the past and present, and the best of wishes and encourage- ment to those of the future. Being an Exchange Editor is no cinch Q on the contrary, it re- quires a great deal of work, but it more than has its compensa- tions. It is instructive, amusing, and sometimes exasperating to read various school magazines and get the different viewpoints, especially those of the distant schools. Ask anyone who reads them for his opinion. It will undoubtedly be the same. It is instructive to get new ideas and learn about hither- to unheard of towns, amusing to read the jokes and possibly some things which weren't meant to be humorous, and exasperating to see an article which tells how the Shiretown boys overcame the 'Pil- grim lads' by a score of 7-5, and then proceeds to rub it ini' by gloating over the victory. Of course that happens only once in a great while but it isn't pleasant just the same. One queer thing about Exchange Departments is the diversity of opinions. A certain article may be thought splendid, interesting, fine by one editor, and might be greatly improved according to another. Then we wish that we were a psychoanalyst or mind reader and could probe the line of reasoning employed by these critics. The editors are not the only per- sons to derive benefits from the 34 THE PILGRIM exchanges. At a conservative es- timate, we figure that about thirty- five people read them every month. We have noticed several P .H. S. gridiron heroes lightening an otherwise dull study period with some literary offerings from other schools. Their absorbed expres- sion testified to the worth of Ex-5 change Departments in general. 3 Congratulations to all of our ex-5 changes are in order. There is not one which hasn't improved greatly this last year, either as a whole or in certain departments. The Partridge from Duxbury deserves special mention. It is only two years old and a casual reader would think that it had been in existence for several years. A great deal of cooperation and of the much-discussed school spirit are necessities in the publication of a school paper-we wish an unlimited supply of them to all of our exchanges. ANNETTE BERG '26 SOPHOMORE NOTES Everyone was very kind to us in our effort to make our Sophomore chapel week a success. The Rev- erend Mr. Blake, whom we always enjoy immensely, opened the week's program with a very in- structive and interesting talk on historical Lexington. In the course of the week Alice Eldridge, one of our Sophomore girls, read the Arbor Day Proclamation. Elva Querze, Marjorie Loring, and Bel- trando Brini entertained with a group of musical numbers which we greatly enjoyed. Reverend Mr. Hussey closed our exercises with a most profitable talk on Life. And now we bid adieu to our second year in P. H. S. and, may we add, we are not loathe to change our names from Simple Sophs to Jolly Juniors. ' BALBONI FRESHMAN NOTES 1 It is well, perhaps, that we f Freshmen make a brief survey of 1 what has proved a most eventful year. Our retrospect is not wholly displeasing or unsatisfactory. It -is true we have encountered many R difficulties, but our sense of humor and buoyant spirits have more than once came to our rescue. If Experience is a great teacher, we surely shall qualify as Sophomores. We also are led to believe from observation that Sophomores are placed upon a rather secure and lofty pedestal. We scarcely realize iwhether this is due to self appre- lciation or not. la Some of the more athletic girls of the Freshman class have organ- ized a baseball team which now claims the championship of the school. j Art is long and time is iieet- ing and in four short weeks more we will be no longer Freshies but Wise-Fools. Here's to the name --may we prove more Wise than foolish! OLGA ARMSTRONG JUNIOR CLASS NOTES Here we are with good old Sol casting his warming rays upon us and giving us a hint that the water is warm and the Ol' Swimming Hole is ready for its summer visitors. i Just think! when summer has gone and when we return to school in good old September we will be the most respected body of stu- dents in school- Noble Seniors - doesn't that name sound like a million dollars? I'll say it does. As the old proverb says -there has to be a joy killer in life and this partciular joy killer I have in mind comes in the form of Final Exams. Many an anxious hour will be passed between now and the time when they are past history. But 'nuff sed about the THE PILGRIM 35 dark side of school. Let's see what Mother Gossip has been up to. It is rumored around that a cer- tain prominent member of the Junior Class has already worn out one pair of teeth chewing Wrigley's gum. Pretty expensive chewing, what? Rep. Gifford, Mary Zandi, Mary Richard, Joseph Pioppi, A. Bagni, F. Longhi, H. Volta, and A. Cavic- chi were very kind in helping us make our chapel week interesting, we wish to thank them most sin- cerely. And the curtain falls .on our Junior Year. LARRY REID '26 SENIOR SNAPS John Adams-Whose gym team not even critics criticize. ' Sid Akeley-As a baseball manager he knew the precise psy- chological moment when to say nothing. Red Anderson-The man that blushes is not quite a brute, even with red ambrosial curls. Helen Barke-Her air, her man- ners, all who saw admired. ' Doris Beever-A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. Richard Bennett-Stately and tall he moves in the hall, the chief of a hundred for grace. Esmeralda Borgatti - Fair words never hurt the tongue. Fred Bradley-A gentleman makes no noise. Beltrando Brini-Music is well said to be the speech of angels. Hazel Bruce-I leave my char- acter behind me. Malcolm Bruce-The real Simon Pure. Joe Busi-A comely old man, as busy as a bee. ' Romeo Carletti -If a little knowledge is dangerous here is a man who is out of danger. Cav Cavallini - He's tough, Ma'em tough is Cav, tough but first in the fight and every graceful deed. ii Eleanor Chase-If art be the food of love, paint on. Helen Coyle-In all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. Ella Chandler-Honest labour bears a lovely face. Addison Craig-An agricultural life is one eminently calculated for human happiness and human vir- tue. - Hazel Danielson - I'm saddest when I sing. Angie Dante-Serenading the fair with a harmonica is yet the latest style. John Davis-A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows-in baseball. Mary Deans-Of field hockey fame. Priscilla Douglas-God's rarest blessing is after all a good wo- man. Evelyn Dries-The very pink of perfection. Elizabeth Dunlap-For class use we have three physicians, Dr. Quiet, Dr. Merryman and Dr. Dyet. Bessie Fenton--A fair garden in her looks, and in her mind the wisest books. Fannie Ferioli -- The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure, that is the choicest thing of all. Frank Garvin-Rome was not built in a day. Jimmie Goodwin -Illustrious man, driving honor less from the splendor of his situation than from the dignity of his mind. Corinne Gray-Learning is but an adjunct to ourselves. Lothrop Greene-The Class Shrimp whose little body lodges a mighty mind. Cora Harlow-The mildest man- ners and the gentlest heart. J. Bird Haskell-The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman-fKingstonJ. 36 THE PILGRIM Webster Holmes-Men of few words are the best men. Walter Hunt-There is a pleas- ure in poetic pains which only poets know. Laurence L. Lahey--Oh, you flavor everything,-you are the vanilla of society. flnserted by the staff.J Marjorie Loring- Music hath charms and so doth the players. Mac McDonald-Much may be made of a Scotchman if he is caught young. George McGoff-Talk to him of Jacob's ladder and he would ask the number of steps. Bill McLean-I am resolved to grow fat and look young till sev- enty. Louise Morton-The mother- grace of all the graces is Christian good will. Blanche Nickerson - The fair, the chaste, the unexpressive she. Florence Otten--Her only fault is that she has no fault. Margaret Osmond-Six hours in sleep, in laW's grave studies, six, four spent in prayer, the rest in Nature fix. Herbert Pease-His smile is sweetened by his gravity. .Edward Peck-I'm very fond of ladies, I like their beauty, I like their delicacy, I like their vivacity, but most of all I like their silence. Berthine Peterson - Likened unto a birch tree, most shy and ladylike of trees. Agnes Picard-Princess of cour- tesy and authoress of theme on School Etiquette. Josephine Pratt-In most cases if a woman were about to proceed to her execution she would demand a little time to perfect her toilet. Art Pyle-There's too much beauty on the earth for lonely men like me to bear. Emma Raymond-She is pretty to walk with, and Witty to talk with, and spiffy to dance with. Albert Resnick-The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure-Now if I were a grave digger or even a hangman there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment. Irene Resnick-A shy face is better than a forward heart. - Marie Richard. Heart on her lips, and soul Within her eyes, Soft as her chin, and sunny as her skies. Bruno Roessel-Socrates is a man of my kidney. Katherine Sampson - It is tranquil people who accomplish much. Lucy Savery-Great culture is often betokened by great simplic- ity. Orfeo Sgarzi-I am Sir Oracle and when I ope my lips let no dog bark. Ezra Shoman-Though I'm al- ways in haste I'm never in a hurry. Phyllis Smallwood-Love me lit- tle, love me long. Louise Smith-Her voice was ever soft as the morning light. Lillian Snyder-Young in limbs. 'in judgment old. Mitchell Toabe-A town fKing- tonb that boasts of inhabitants like me can have no lack of good society. Tom Verre--A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. Gladys Wall-I hate nobody, I am at charity with the world. Sarah Wall--Nothing is impos- sible to a willing heart. Dick Welsh-The mouth-piece of our noble class, Ye Gods,-how he will talk,-how he will talk. , Alton White- And when a lady's in the case You know all other place. Barbara Wealthia One of those few immortal names. Mason Woolford-Science is simply common sense at its best. Edgar Williamson-A bold man with his famous oral topic on Slingeyballs. things give Whiting - THE PILGRIM 37 Alice Wirzburger-Nothing rar- er than real goodness. Mary Zandi- Happy am I- From care I'm free, Why aren't they all contented like me? L. LAHEY A CON GLOMERATION Big Boy and Louisville Lou Were sauntering down Saw Mill River Road Whispering I Love You To one another. Last Night On the Back Porch, He said, I said to myself, 'I wonder Who's Dancing With You To-Night ?' Say - Do You Ever Think Of Me? When You're Far, Far Away ? She replied, Don't Blame It All On Me, If some Linger Awhileg Some call me, 4 Back in Old Kentucky, Just A Girl That Men Forget, But I'm - Wondering If I'm not Just An Old-Fashioned Girl After All. I may go to the Dark Town Strutter's Ball And Dance 'til Three O'Clock in the Morning, And give my elders, the 'Yesl We Have No Banana' Blues, But it's just Me and My Boy Friend Unto the End of the World. With these words they went Swinging Down the Lane Hand in Hand, Singing Home Sweet Home. A J. P. '25 Johnnie- I just seen- Mother freprovinglyj - John- nie, where's your grammar ? Johnnie- I was just trying to tell you. She's down at the bar- ber shop getting her hair bobbedf' The worst fate would be to be shipwrecked on a desert isle with a cross Word puzzle and no pencil A certain young man of great gumption 'Mongst cannibals had the pre- sumption To go--but alack He never came back They say 'twas a case of consump- tion. An ingenious old riddle not so easy as it looks: A princess once who tried to- Her fair hand wounded with a- A magic sleep she then fell- - And thus for years she lay. At length to break the slumber- E'er her pure soul by it were- A noble knight with true love- Kissed- all the spell away. Behead the last word of the first line and it gives the last word of the second lineg behead the last Word of the second line and it gives the last word of the third line. The Outlook Blackstone: Excuse me, old man, but I'm-er-looking for a lit- tle financial succor. - Webster fbroke, tooj - Great idea! Let's look for him togeth- er! Voice on phone- John Smith is sick and can't attend classes to- day. He requested me to notify you. Professor- All right. Who is this speaking? This is my room-mate. THE PILGRIM CALL ARTHUR K. FINNEY- Tel. 241 Plymouth For Fast Freight Service to Boston, Providence and All Points TRUCKING OF ALL KINDS Tels. 504-R, 693-M Established 1875 Res., 33 Union St. . .' We Buy and Sell All Kinds of C' T' Hallls ai Son Furniture Pl b' H- J' Gas, Water aunld 'Siam Fitting Dealer in Cutlery COTTAGE FURNITURE 10 Sandwich St., Plymouth Paints, Oils and Varnishes Glenwood Ranges and Heaters Plymouth, Mass. All Kinds of Insurance issued from the Insurance Agency of GEORGE C. PETERSON Governor Hradfordl Building, 5 Town Square PLYMOUTH, MASS. Compliments of SAMOSET MARKET Vogue Beauty Shoppe 3 Court St. Cover Morse and Shermanj MISS RUTH E. MANTER Tel. 185-M GINTER'S STORE Gives Service and Superior Products. Carry your goods on your way from school and save money. CHAS. V. MALKEMUS Plymouth Rock House On Cole's Hilloverlooking Plymouth Rock and Bay Running Water in Every Room and Private Baths Open All the Year CLARK and SAMPSON, Props. THE PILGRIM J. E. CHILDS , Dry Goods and Furnishings Headquarters for Wall Papers I 13 8: 15 Court St., Plymouth WRIGI-TT 85 DITSON Tel. 168-W Athletlc Outfitters ' BASEBALL, CHAS, WQNG TENNIS GOLF and 10 Middle St. LAUNDRY WORK Look Right at Graduation N. GOLDSMITH 48 Court St. ' Patronize a Tailor CARVER'S PHARMACY Established 53 Years Ago Headquarters for Drugs, Medicines and Toilet Articles We call your special attention to our Pyrelin line 10 Main St., Plymouth, Mass. D. H. CRAIG Dealer in COAL and WOOD Town Square TRACK SUPPLIES Athletic Underwear, Bathing and Swimming Suits Shoes For All Sports Tennis Rackets Restrung' at short notice, by experts tSend for General Catalogj 344 Washington Street, BOSTON, MASS. Northeastern University Bug Srhunl nf Tliuainrae Ahmiuiatrutinn TRAINING FOR LEAIIEEIISHIP Buslness, Soclal, v e Twosycnr and four-year courses leading to Junior Certlllcate and dcgreesxof Bachelor of Business Adlnlnlstrntlon and Master of Business Administration. FIELDS OF SPECIALIZATION Accounting, Merchandlslng, Industrial Management, Adminlstratlon, -Marketing. Finance and Banking, Retallinq and Retell Store Management. Personnel Management. Sales Management. PROGRESSIVE METHODS Problem Method of Instruction, Analysis of Actual Business Problems. Home Study Projects, Iudlvldual and. Group Surveys of Business, Motion Pictures on Basic Indus- trles, Personal Conferences with Exeeutlves. STUDENT LIFE Student reprcscntutlou from many states and countries. Democratic In splrlt. Each vuclenvs vlfllcei countsb ill: every xgronram. , urs ty ati ct es: :Ls 'fs' in , ascball, MAIN ST' EXT' Tel' 421 M truck, soccer, gynuuisluxu and swimming pool. Dranmtlcs, ulcc clubs, mlnstrels, or- . chcstra. Wholesome social atmosphere: Tailors frntcrnltlcs, and other student organizations. Fresluuan enrolment Ilmlted. Early . , aippllcatlon for admission advisable. Cl63.l'lSlI'lg', PI'eSSlI1g and Cuttalog and further information on re- . , ' qucs. Repalrlng TURNER F. GARNER, Dean SIG I-luntllagton avenge, Boston, assac use e EMOND BUILDING Plymouth Young Men's Chrlstlan Assoclatlon 40 THE PILGRIM Smart Up-to-Date Clothing Morse SI Sherman Furnishings For Young WM. J. SHARKEY, Prop. For Young Men Men COURT ST., - PLYMOUTH BUTTNER'S K 0 D A K The Daylight Store SN ll gl dly show you Koduks und h l 11 it I to ako flrst-class pictures th Dry Goods d k way. Just stop at our Kodak co and Ladies' Furnishings PLYMOUTH - MASS. Q A Store is known by tho Merohandlse It Sells FOREST MILLS UNDERWEAR GORDON DYE HOSIERY EVERFAST FABRICS BEACON BATH ROBES FLEISHER'S YARN BOBIHOCD CLOTHES BURTON FABRICS ' KITCHEN WARE BEACON BLANKETS WARNER CORSETS ARMSTRONG BATTERY SHOP Batteries and Radio Tel. 31-J 23 Sandwich St. Benjamm D. Lorlng Diamonds, Watches, Jewelry, Silverware, Cut Glass and Clocks Fine Repairing a Specialty 28 Main St., Plymouth, Mass. -there ls plenty to Interest. you here Autouraphlo Kodaks from 86.50 up Brownles. from 52.00 up All the Eastman Accessories A. S. BURBANK Pilgrim Book and Art Shop STANDISH CLOTHING HOUSE Clothing for the Whole Family The Live Store of Plymouth 35 Main St., . . . Plymouth Sporting Goods Exclusively Repair Work a Specialty PAUL O. CLARK 18 Middle St., Tel. Con. Open Every Evening THE PILGRIM THE ROGERS PRINT Not Big, But Busy Specializing on Intensive Workg Letters, Leaflets, Folders, Booklets, Programs, Etc., in Correct, Up-to-the-minute Style of Type and Design Twenty Middle Street, - - - Plymouth, Massachusetts COMPLIMENTS OF OLD COLONY THEATRE The Best There Is In Motion Pictures Are You in the Dark . As to What to do After Graduation? Pick the thing that appeals to you, that you like I best, and pursue it unflinchingly: in other words I K f'sPEc1AL1zE Plymouth Electric Light Company 1 I MTI-IE WARDROBEW Sadow's Men's Shop MEN'S AND BOYS' CLOTHING AND FURNISHINGS 25 MAIN STREET ----- PLYMOUTH . THE PILGRIM NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY chool of E11gi11CC1'il1g Testing Electric Cables, Simplex Wire 8: Cable Company COURSES OFFERED The School of Engineering, Northeastern Unlverslty, odors four-ycnr college courses of study, ln co-operntlon wlth englneerlng flrms, ln the following branches of englneerlng, leadlnl! to the Buchelor's degree: I. Clvll Enulneerlnu 2. Mechanleal Enulneerlng 3. Electrleal Enelneerlng 4. Chemlcal Ennlneerlng 5. Admlnlstratlve Enulneerlng REQUIREMENTS FOR ADMISSION Grnduntes of the Plymouth High School who have Included nlgebrn to qundrntlcs, plane geometry and four years of Enzzllsh ln their courses of study ure nclmltted without cxnmlnntlons. EARNINGS The earnings of the students for tlurlr servlces wlth co-operating firms vnry from S250 to S600 per year. APPLICATION An nppllcntlon blank wlll he found lnslde the buck cover of the cntnlog. Coples wlll also be mulled upon request. Appllcutlons for admlsslon to the school ln September, 1925, should be forwarded to the school at an early date. For 11. cntnlog or any further information ln regard to the school, address CARL S. ELL, Dean School of Engineering, Northeastern University 316 Huntington Avenue, Boston 17, Mass. THE PILGRIM Bliss Hardware Co., Inc. Plumbing, Sheet Metal Work, Heating, Painting Supplies, Radio Equipment C. H. MUELLER The Jeweler 40 Court St., 'Phone 669-J Christopher and Gambini Fruits and Home Made Candy The Best of Soda and Ice Cream 54 MAIN STREET Tel. 496-R E. P. McLAUGHLIN PHOTOGRAPHER 59 Maln Street, Plymouth, Mess. Home Portraits. Extorlor Vlews, Plymouth and Pageant Views Stevens, The Florist Cut and Potted Flowers for all Occasions The Electric Shoppe Everything Eleetrlcal Aerials put up, Radio Sets Wired. Sets Snle. Houses Wlrcd, Soldering Kettles. A ' Prices right-work guaranteed 57M Court Street, Phone 916-W Plymouth Typewriter Exchange Dealers in Tynewriters and Phononranhs. Remington Portable, New and Rebuilt Machlnes,MSu5pIlels. Sheet Muslc, an e amps W. H. LEATHERS. Proprietor 8 and I0 Market St.. PLYMOUTH. MASS. Harlowis Market FOOTWEAR AND HOSIERY in up-to-date styles at McARDLE'S FOOTWEAR SHOP 4 Main Street CURRIER'S CANDIES ICE CREAMS PASTRIES 22 MAIN ST., Phone 442 Plymouth Bottling Works Manufacturer of All Kinds of Soft Drinks: United Music Co. also Soda Fountain Tanks Charued 54 Main St., Plymouth, Mass. on Short Notice W. S. GALE, Prop. Phonographs, Pianos, Radios, Musical Tel. Conn. 124 SANDWICH ST. Instruments 1 ELMER E. AVERY Insurance of All Kinds 44 MAIN STREET CAPPANNARI BROS. Student Bros. Shoe Store Better Shoes for Less Money Goodrich Rubbers, Holeproof Hoslery at your servlce STUDENT BROS., 47 Main St. C. Cavicchi Est. FRUIT STORE Tel. 141-W 25 Water St- Candies, Fruits, Groceries, Tobacco Imported and Domestic 26 Market Street GROCERIES Telephone 8309 THE PILGRIM KQD QG fildk lil RYAN'S DRUG STORE If you want hne shoe repalrlng no to the- Plymouth Shoe Hospital sam MAIN STREET JOHN W. LEE 'Commercial Photographer 52 MAIN ST.. PLYMOUTH Developlnp. Prlntlng, Enlarginq Vlews and. Out-door Groups FRANK L. BAILEY Optometrist and Optician RUSSELL BLDG., 17 COURT ST. WHO SAID GAS IS GAS ? IGS ls plus and beans ls beans, may- be. but there's a powerful dlierenee ln F, And what's more there's a way to tell that difference, every tlme. Go-Gas ls Government-standard-test gas- and nothlnn but. More power, more speed, more miles. less earhon, less eus- sln', less grlef. G0-GAS IS GOOD GAS and ' REALOIL IS REAL OIL Holmes Grocery Co. Dealers in Meats and Fancy Groceries 87 Sandwich St. Telephone 541-M Old Colony Grocery FANCY Gnocenms a Specialty 67 Main St.. Telephone 474 PIOPPI BROS. Shoes for the Whole Family OPPOSITE THE POST OFFICE Phone, 217-M When There's Better Work N. Saracca Fruit Store Done'We ll D0 It Fruits. Confectionery. Tonlcs, Clears, H. Clqarettes and Tobacco Peanuts and Hot Does a Specialty Main St., - I- Plymouth TEL. 8823-W 36 SANDWICH ST. mpposltu the Old Ilowlund Housol THE CANDY BOX High Grade Confections and Ice Cream K. H. SULLIVAN, Prop. .I ARED GARDNER PHOTOGRAPHS in the Home or at the Studio DREW BLDG.. PLYMOUTH J. COMMEAU Confectionery, Fruit, Ice Cream and Cigars A Select Llne oi Groceries 52 SANDWICH ST.. PLYMOUTH 10pposlte the Greenl ' EDDIE RICHARD SHOE REPAIRING snoes REBUILT. Nor coamso 36 Market St.. Plymouth, Mass. Phone 906- W BE SAFE - NOT SORRY When the family come home, is your cooking always just right? Four of the Public Schools in Plymouth are equipped with gas ranges having the LORAIN Self-Regulating Ovens to insure perfect results--and to teach the most modern method of cooking. ASK Youn GIRL ABOUT THE LORAIN PLYMOUTH GAS LIGHT CO. 44 Court Street, CI-IAS. OTTEN, JR., Manager Phone 670 I SUPREMA , ICE CREAM A CONCENTRATED FOOD We realize the supreme importance of Ice Cream with its vitalizing, health promoting qualities-and our mix will stand chemical analysis and convince you of its richness and purity. DEMAND SUPREMA ICE CREAM AND GROW STRONG LOTHROP HEDGE, Manufacturer and Wholesaler Choice Ice Cream for All Occasions 26 STANDISH AVENUE Phone 456-W PLYMOUTH Puritan Clothing Company MEN'S AND BOYS' CLOTHING SHOES, FURNISHINGS, and TAILORING 56 MAIN STREET Telephone 404-W PLYMOUTH, MASS. SAMOSET GARAGE RADIO STORAGE BATTERIES A and B 40 SAMOSET STREET - - Telephone 455