Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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12 THE PILGRIM Ollunz C5615 U 606' , i 2.219 f'fL.4 ZI7 Q MURIEL ANDERSON tt f RUTH N' ARMET5 Mx Q 1 I ig l ll g ROBERT ARMSTRONG I.: 1.1.1 AN .. ARTHUR 1s ,. QOH DON BARKH we st ' 3 7 QQQ SEE' A , ' nah in ? X AELSQN BALDONI 'YHEL MA 2- ' 453 , BI RNSTEIN K 2 6 :-TQ? 'LII' 1' Afflffff. 51,32 KATHARINE1 B uno BSS MURIEL ANDERSON To you, our kind cartoonist, We give a hearty hand, And as a famous artist You'll be known o'er all the land. RUTH ARMES Jerking sodas, scooping ice-cream, Dashing to and fro- Sometimes humming, always smiling, Everywhere you go. ROBERT ARMSTRONG In all the ways you could In things that came to pass, For four long years you served us As president of our class. well LILLIAN ARTHUR Would you learn to cook and sew? 'Tis a really pleasing art, If you go to Lil-we know She will try to do her part. GoRDoN BARKE Think of red suspenders When you see an old Ford sway, Add a dozen different noises And behold! You have Barke. NELSON BALBONI At all the girls he smiles, But deep down inside Between blonde and brunette He cannot decide. THELMA BIRNSTEIN Mothballs is what we call you, Our Tom Boy of Plymouth High- But it's as a speedy typist That we'll see you bye-and-bye. KATHARINE BURGESS Our new classmate from Carolina, We ask nor seek for anything finer, Your drawling voice we all admire- Your acting set our hearts afire.

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THE PILGRIM 11 us that relatives in England had willed Fannie Zavalcofsky five thousand pounds. She had decided that she was heavy enough and had given the pounds to Sarah Skulsky before she realized that pounds meant money-not weight. With the money Sarah immediately bought out Ethel Dretler's Depart- ment Store and induced her sister Rose to leave a position in Boston in order to work for her. It seemed that Sarah had grown very quiet and reserved. She no longer liked to talk to people. Rose was to in- terview all the salesmen. Wanting more amusement, we strolled over to the Casino where Ameglio Fortini held the amuse- ment concession. Two of the high scorers at the bowling alleys are Dorothy Siever and Marguerite Raymond. Incidentally these girls had made money and were now en- gaged in spending it. They had bought a certain aviation stock which had gone up for an endur- ance record. Then we found that Manager Pratt of the local A Sz P was hav- ing a sale on dog biscuits. He rec- ognized us as possible customers, and launched into a sales talk so convincing that we bought fifty pounds before we remembered that we had no dog. We couldn't carry our purchase with us, Pratt re- fused to store it, so we sent it home by Lawrence's Interstate EX- press. Gordon Barke ran up to us and asked us if we would help him. He wanted to show the crowd a trick with a little electric device that he had invented-but he could find no one to try it on. Gordon looked so appealing that we consented. Briefly-we found ourselves in the Jordan Hospital twenty minutes later-but Gordon escanped unin- jured. The trick hadn't worked be- cause our heads had made such perfect dry cells. The superintendent of the hos- pital, Doris Saracca, was in the room next to ours. Ever kind, she was reading stories to Irene Sassi, who had sprained her hand when she slipped on a banana peel in her eagerness to discover the identity of the tall man who had just moved to town. Frances Talbot was also a patient in the hospital. She had collapsed when her good flriend, Phyllis Morse, told her that she had decided to move to Duxbury. Helen McCormick was there, too. She had laughe-d herself sick one night while listening over the radio to Martha Kabelsky's famous laughter. When she learned that we were in the hospital, Arlene Vassar brought Madeline Northrup to call upon us. And Arlene was not driv- ing a Ford these days, but a brand new Lincoln. Madeline said that she had just received a post-card from Josephine Longinotti who was taking advanced work in French at the Sorbonne. We learned that Emma Wirz- burger had recently been elected Head of the Commercial Depart- men in Plymouth High School, and in the same building Dolores Guido- boni was holding sway in Room 10. Later we had another visitor who came bearing a huge basket of the choicest fruits. Eunice told us that she had just learned of our ac- cident from Evelyn Sloan who had stopped at Cavicchi's Consolidated Fruit Store to buy a thingama- jigger, and she had hastened to ex- tend us her sympathy. She tried valiantly to cheer the invalids with small talk, during the course of which we discovered that Evelyn Everson had not yet married a certain Big Boy, but that Hazel Raymond had married her saxo- phone player and was living happily ever after. And knowing very well that all good pieces of highly-imaginative writing con- clude with that happy-ever-after stuff, we hasten to write Finis. R. King Fratus John H. Sears Q 5013031111 1 irriuininilrinioic0:0 ! GUY W. COOPER ! ! Q ! General Merchandise ! , ! 5 Jabez Corner g ! Telephone 258 Plymouth, Mass. ! l v oaxiuioiuioicxi 211301 ioioinxqozo

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THE PILGRIM 13 IYANEI 3 BURNS X rx, . a GILDA CAPPANNARI cl-iqgfhl Q4 ', ., I 'f' DOROTHY R4 14 CALNAN , I fi 1 5 gg, Q AMPB 54.1. ru XX V f sumnca f 1 --f CAVICGHI 'Bi , I V CECGARELLI '77 il, tl 57 sr t bono-rHY covnx. ,Q FA. ' ID? 'FP f X ua al, EQZQ . it. - I ,3. ' I L' ik- 7. -, 1.-1 I il' ' ll EDHON D nk? C ROSSL EY' JANE BURNS J ane's a Whizz at Mathematics, And she's good at hockey, too. There's one thing We'd like to say, Jane, You're a good Scout, through and through. GILDA CAPPANNAR1 G. Cap inscribed on every book, On every desk, by every hook, A rubber stamp with your Whole name Is yours to stamp the scroll of fame. DOROTHY CALNAN What's Wrong with Dorothy Calnan? Not a thing that We can see. She's in the Honor Society And as busy as the bee. IRIS CAMPBELL This little girl CAnd little is rightj Is surely a pearl Tho' not of great height. EUNICE CAVICCHI Some days you're cheery, Other days you're blue, Now Why not be happy All the day through? LEO CECCARELLI He has the class, He has the style. For an Iris lass He has a smile. DOROTHY COVELL Dorothy's fine at hockey And at other sports, 'tis true- So Speak for yourself, dear John, That Dot may not be blue. EDMUND CROSSLEY You should-carry a four-leaf clover On your frequent trips to Hanover, That luck you'll have While coming back In your stream-lined Pontiac. '