Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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

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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.

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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,