Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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

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' 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

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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.