Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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20 THE PILGRIIVI ARLENE VASSAR me-5 - 4 ARLENE VASSADR . h Z wiv As over the bumps of lite you rlde I p In your llttle Ford of blue, u 54+ N4 46.1 , ,Ek We hope the one IS by your Slde, ' ' ' 1 To love and honor you. Jglfb Ei. IZA BELT H 'Q V E NT U R' ELIZABETH VENTURI She rushes up the stairs And hurries down the hall, Late in getting there? That wouldn't do at all! . X fi' ki M' , EMMA WIRZBURGER V Vigor, pep, and vim- -N Always Wear a grin! This is Emma's motto: EMMA wi RZ BURGER Stick to it: you'll Win. ' BRUNO ZANGHERI . Y, If at the moment of success Zngofo Your mighty voice grows dim, 'FODJ BRUNO We advocate Smith cough drops, zAN G H ERI To Whisk you into trim. FANNY ZAVALCOFSKY The hair all girls Would like to have Is adorning Fanny's head, F N NY We look at it and then We say, Q AVA L' C F 5 KY I Wish it were mine instead. 'FPSUGINISIliviillviudmm:sonar 1: xugognzi-an-1 emi gui:-zriaruesnli 1:9113 1 an Q 0115155 Sung g MY CLASS or 131 Q Days of cheer and happiness, ! Days of sorrow and distress, ! Days of praise and honor won g In my Class of '31. C Classmates faithful and sincere ' a C Ever loyal through the year, g Cherish love of tasks well done i In my Class of '31. i In later years through memory's haze i Visions of these by-gone days i Recall to mind the joy and fun In my Class of '31. I Days of cheer and happiness, I Days of sorrow and distress, Q Days of praise and honor won Q In my Class of '31. ' 1 E. VENTURI '31 0:0102 1 iii 1110 iuioilrioicrinioi 3 li riniuiliuinirrioiuioiu

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mini:mininisriuioioicrisitnioiuiuinifniuininiuinioim111101: If yoifre feeling in oi lighter frame of mind, try this over on your itkelele: HAPPY DAYS I From Junior High to Senior in a column we came streaming, Ninety boisterous freshmen with eyes for fun, And we took our places gayly with our youthful faces beaming And we marveled at the seniors, we deferred to every one. For their rank was one with graces And they kept us in our places As was right, for they were ending what we'd only just begun. Refrain: They were veterans in the battle that we'd only just begun. II We passed our first year nobly and each freshman called us Master , As we smiled at all those children and their puerile pranks, For our station rose above theirs, we were moving toward the vaster Realms where we should be the leaders and the highest in the ranks. We now had greater knowledge And were thinking about collegeg We were mighty marching sophomores and superior in our ranks, Refrriiru Mighty marching sophmores much superior in our ranks. III We all stepped boldly forward to another higher place, Juniors with great brain power and giants Cof a kindj, We dared to vie with seniors and could beat them in the race And they knew it-but they simply smiled as though they didn't mind. , We raised our banner higher Joyous juniors filled with fire We soon would be commanders with more serious thoughts in mind, Refrain' Seniors, senatorial s-eniors with more serious thoughts in mind. IV We sallied to our classrooms with our eyes turned from the sun, Stately, subtle seniors with our goal in view- We were lords of each new freshman, sophomore, junior every one, And were persons to be honored as the strictly chosen few. But in June our pride forsook us And a gripping grief quite shook us We were seniors pure and simple with our schooldays nearly through. Refmiii: Smiling seniors pure and simple very sad at leaving, too. Now we go but we'll remember All our days at Plymouth High. Teachers, comrades, worktime, playtime, Peace be with you all! Good-bye. K. DAVIS '31 01 ini: i 1 201111212 1 101111 1 3 211313 ilvinioilrininio