Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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

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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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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