Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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ffflklqw Nj? j It A 14 THE PILGRIIVI 9 awww yi xllb ELSIE DANTW KATHARINE oAvn5 ?. .,-, , . - - lg Zezfcllf MARY DE ANS JOHN DONOVAN ELTHEL. oae1Tn.s.R S ff' THOMAS VW XX , DRIES ww?'6, svscvn 32222 rr. v E as o N Bl-on ELSIE DANTI Independence All over her face, And every boy She keeps in his place. KATHARINE DAVIS , Numerous tasks has this fair lass, Keeping her busy from morn 'til night, And everything she ever does Is always done just right. MARY DEANS Mary, we wish you success And hope that success will be big, But that which we wish you the most Is success in the study of trig. JOHN DONOVAN Here's a boy Who seems very quiet, But talk to him And what a riot! ETHEL DRETLER Quiet though you seem to be, We know you think, we'll never doubt it: Here's a megaphone for you, Shout and tell the world about it. THOMAS DRIES Spats just so, hair slicked down, Tie just right, in suit of brown Tommy strolls down the high school hall Sportily dressed-he beats them all! EVELYN EVERSON Evelyn is a winsome lass- 'Tis said that she is fond Of someone in the Sophomore class- Do you suppose it is that blond? AGN E 5 me Fact fl. v W 1 4 , 5 , as I- 1 i 5 x - V ,f ' K f ,, B fa- . few 11 ,,? 1 --I-.-.- . AGNES FECI Agnes is a quiet lass Who always does her work, So attentive in her class She's never known to shirk,