Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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.

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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?

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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