Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 58 of the 1933 volume:

TH E PILGRI I Volume XII Plymouth, Mass., June, 1933 No. I Published this year as a Senior Year Book 1932 Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor - Assistant Literary Business Manager Assistant Business Boys' Athletics - Girls' Athletics Art - - - Exchange Editor - TI-IE PILGRIM STAFF 193 3 LORETTA SMITH -- - FLORENCE ARMSTRONG Editor A - Manager - Assistant Exchange Editor - French Editor - Latin Editor - Alumni Editor A Joke Editor - - Assistant Joke Editor School News Editor - Assistant School News Editor -- Feature Editor - - SHIRLEY DUTTON KENNETH TINGLEY GILBERT ANDREWS ENZO BONGIOVANNI - RUBY JOHNSON MARGARET WHITING JANE MATHESON - LEROY SHREIBER - EVELYN JOHNS - IRIS ALBERTINI MIRIAM GIFFORD WILLIAM BREWSTER WILIIIAM MCPHAIL MARJORIE BELCIIER ' - HARVEY BARKE DOROTHY TESTONI TABLE OIF CCCJNTIENTS COMMENCEMENT PAGE History of Class of 1933 - 4 Parting Shots - - - 5 Last Will and Testament - 16 Class of '33 Movie Review - - 17 Class Poem - H H - 18 I Class Prophecy .. 19 Our Song Album V M - - - 21 Favorite Sayings of Our Teachers - - 21 LITERATURE ' Wanted-An Explanation -V - 22 On Jig'-Saw Puzzles -I - 23 At The Eleventh Hour - - 23 Work of the Storm - 24 Dishes -- - -- - - - 24 Willett Rainer Snow Reconnoiters - 25 Treasures ---- - 25 The Old Maid Turns - - 25 And We Scoifed - - 26 A Message To Tell - 27 The Blessed Toiler - 27 Sans Cents - - 27 Well, I'll Be- - - 27 The Hands of Time - 28 Embarkation - - .. 28 The Epoch Maker r- - 429 What a Night! - 29 The Lake - -- 30 On Cape Cod -' - - - 30 UNDER THE WHITE CUPOLA - - 31 ATHLETICS ---- - 33 FOREIGN LANGUAGES French -- -- - - 37 Foreign Exchange -- 38 Latin ---- -- 39 CLASS SONG-The Last Chord - - 41 ALUMNI NOTES ----- - 42 MEBBE IT'S PERSONAL WE'RE GETTING - 43 EXCHANGES -n--- - - - 44 THE ORACLE -I - 45 47 MICKEY MOUSE .I - JOKES - - ' 48 THE ,EILGRIM 0:0101031,g4,3U3.,g4,103014in-in11021niuqvzonioiniuinviuininiuinic-in cbuxinxmuioic-151.24 Oruillioiuioiuiuilrininivit14111 mic1:1rcforiniuicmioiniuiuiuxiuioiu 1413030101-,:, ' Q o ofosiuisriuiniuzuin winin fini: in 114114111 rcv.or3u3o1nin1ui1 110101011 in-in ini: 110.0 ' Lp -i- gli A sig l 2g Unmmvnremvnt gg Eli Gliami nf 15133 i j Qfl L. iv .:..-.,-,....- ,..,.-..-4.....,....-..-.,-.,-.,-......:.- ,...,... .....,- ,- ,...,-.,-..-,-.,.. . m.,......,. 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It being absolutely and undeniably essential that the glory cast on the deeds of our predecessors should not exceed that of our class, the Freshmen, imme- diately upon their arrival, set about establishing a foothold in the shifting sands of R-eputation. The presentation of interesting, as well as instructiv-e, assembly programs won distinction and great praise from all who saw them, and most pl-easing to our ears were those oft-repeated words at a football game, Put in the Freshmen! We want the Freshmen! for even in those early days, the brawny athletes of the Class of '33 were well- known and recognized by the fans as players of great promise. When faced by a problem of finance, we were undaunted, and as a result of deliberation and careful planning, sev- eral successful dances wer-e conducted. The Freshmen were also well repre- sented in the subsequent issues of The Pilgrim and at the Voodoo Minstrel Night, which was a school project. Thus wer-e the first steps of the long climb achieved and our first year in High School passed happily and pros- perously leaving us only pleasant mem- ories. H And so it happened that, when we be- came associated with the upperclass- men, we were called Sophomores and entered on our second year in High School, little expecting to meet so close- ly, tragedy, which stalked twice into the midst of our fun and gayety and took from us two of our classmates, Florence Fraser, during the second year and Marjorie Lafayette, who died in the summer of her Junior year. This was the last Sophomore Class to be introduced to the intricacies of the French language by Miss Ruth Baker, for it was during our Junior year that Miss Doris Carey began her work as a French teacher in Plymouth. Not to be outdone by members of the faculty who presented Adam and Eva to the theatre-goers of Plymouth, sev- eral Sophomores, dramatically inclined, joined other members of the school in the production of It Pays to Adver- lS6.H June brought us to the close of an- other year and through the first half of our Plymouth High School career. III As was expected, when we became Juniors, the subject of a class ring was of prime importance. Accordingly, after long interviews with several salesmen, and weeks of doubt and hesitancy on the part of the committee, several rings were chosen from which the class se- lected the one that was to become the Class of '33 ring. Th-e Junior Press Club, under the direction of Miss Humphrey, kept the papers supplied with news of school ac- tivities. The Junior Prom was a success, financially and socially. Joe Querz-e organized the Little Symphony and brought cheer to many since he furnished music for our basket- ball games. During this year, Daniel Boone was presented. It was an outstanding success, and a goodly number of the cast were Juniors. Again Dame Fortune smiled benig- nantly on the Class of '33, and made our Junior year a round of successful pro- jects and pleasantlnxiemories. We entered our Senior Year, elated, perhaps a bit inflated at our sudden rise to such lofty heights, but before many weeks passed, 'Tis true, 'tis pity, and pity 'tis 'tis true, we discovered, much to our chagrin, that we were still mere pupils. Encouraged by a successful dance, several Seniors aided in the production of the Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, Pirates of Penzance, while Loretta Smith, Alvin Borgeson, Geno Ferri, and Howard Sherman, turning to legiti- mate drama, took part in the Class Play, The Valiant. Those people who attended football, basketball, or baseball games in which school teams played will acknowledge the sportsmanship and good work of those Seniors who were members of the teams. fContinued on page 171 TI-LE' Pi1,GR1M 5 PARTIN G LEAH ALBERGHINI Five feet tall, Petite and small, And Judy says, And that's not all. IRIS ALBERTINI There's music in the swaying bow, This lady'll play wherever she'll go, She also wrote the Symphony For the class of '33. ROSE ALDROVANDI Rose has several beaux, Her supply is by no means scanty, But it seems she has a favor- ite, The gentleman's name is Anti. IRENE BALBONI The pirates now once more hold sway As in the days of yore, For Samuel is on his way, A pirate at her door. ROBERT BARTLETT Bob has hair which you'll agree To be of lightest hue, Each girl's ambition is to be Possessor of his queue. ELIO BARAFAULDI I-lere's an interesting chap, He's never very busy, But, Elio, please tell us What you'd do without that Lizzie . SHOTS WILBER1' BEAUREGARD He's pleasingly indifferent To all the maidens fair, Perhaps he doesn't like them- Or maybe doesn't dare . HELEN BEEVER Our Tid is a jolly sport, She has a taking way, So watch your step, O male sex, She'll break a heart some day.. GEORGE BELL Now, George, we're sure you know That it really is a sin To keep Room 10 awaiting so While you come straggling ln. MILTON BERG Bergie is a quiet lad, A fact he won't disguise, He's going to be a doctor, And a good one, we surmise. ADOVA BERGAMINI Oh, how this lady studies her books, Long on her wisdom, long on her looks- . We think of her always in terms of her charms, A number of papers and books in her arms. ELLA BERNAGOZZI A perfect little dancer! Some day, if you keep pn,- A prize cup you'll be winning In some future marathon. 6 THE PILGRIM GILBERT BESSE Gilly tries to kid the fair sex, Makes them think he doesn't care, We've found out from other sources . That he favors yellow hair. ENZO BONGIOVANNI Co-Captain Bongiovanni, CWho can spell his name?J He's the high school Gable And he'll beat him at his game. ALVIN BORGESON Through this year's Senior c Proje t Our class learned something new, And we've decided, Borgie , Dramatic honors go to you. STANFORD BOWERS 'Tis said that in a ball-room He rates an even A, But then again in studies He's not so good, they say. JOHN BRADFORD What a sheik!-oh me, oh my Tall and lanky and lean, Girls all sigh when he rides by In his red, wire-wheeled - machine. VICTORIA BREWER To artistic persons Vic's always a friend, Anywhere, anytime, A helping hand she'll lend. GUY BRIGIDA Just an old Chevy, But boy, can it go! When he's out to see Evy Does he travel slow? CHARLOTTE BURGESS Here's a girl that's very quiet, With studies as her daily diet, They say she has no thought for men- But we suggest she think again. FRANCES BURGESS Frances goes to White Horse summers, She and Scottie , that's her PUD, With a girl like Frances on it, White Horse Beach is all dressed up. NANDO BUSSOLARI Nando plays in football , And basketball, as well, But what he does outside of that Happy perhaps will tell. PAULINE CALLAHAN You must have loads of trouble With that curly, flying hair, But still, if we could have those curls, We'd cherish them with care. JOHN CANNING You have often heard Of dancing feet , Johnny's got 'em, He's hard to beat. FRANK CAPELLA Up yonder in a village Just beyond South Street, Cappy holds his interviews, And any friend will greet. MARGORIE CASSIDY No manly heart gives her a thrill, No one to make her say, I will, But she keeps dates, you ought to know, With Shakespeare, Byron, Keats, and Poe. NORMA CASWELL Norma is a quiet lass So attentive in her class, Most industrious in her work, A girl who's never known to shirk. MILO CAVICCHI He has a cottage at Billing- ton And almost lives up there, He rides by in a big green car In a hurry to get somewhere. LEONORA CECCARELLI Sits in a corner All by herself, Sweet Leonora A shy little elf. HAZEL CLARK Tiny's her name, Short and cute, Anyone larger Is always a brute . ll THE PILGRIM 7 CLIFTON COBB We'd all like to have money, A fact we won't conceal: But it's a different kind of .tcashil To him that can appeal. ADELE COI-IAN Our Adele does like the boys, She's far from a beginner. But how we wish that she would use Her lipstick u little thinner. PRISCILLA COLLINS We have often heard of people Who talk a mile a minute, If entered in a contest, Priscilla'd surely win it. HILTON CROWELL Hilton comes from Manomet, A shy, retiring' boy, We think it's very safe to bet That no one he'll annoy. WARREN DAVIS Why the sad youth over there Standing by yon door 'Z We've been told he dared look twice At a pretty sophomore. ROSA DESLAURIERS Rosa's in for every sport, There's nothing she can't do, And in the town of Bridge- water There's a lad to whom shcfs true. 8 THFL PILGRIM FLORENCE DONAVAN At basketball games or dances, . 'Twould be something very rare If someone looking for her Couldn't find Flossie there. CHARLOTTE EDDY She doesn't mix with girl friends, The same goes for the boys, And that is why we wonder What constitute her joys. PETER FERIOLI Pete-the heartbreaker! Pete-the sheik! Why is it girls throw them- selves At his feet? GENO FERRI Ferri has a good voice For crooning to the moon, But, when he's singing to his choice , He says time fiies too soon. FERDINAND FIOCCHI Fiocchi's quite a. ladies' man, In this he just rejoices, And how these ladies listen When he, his opinion voices! AURA FORTINI To outward appearances This lady's sedate, But, if given the chance, As a comedian she'd rate. FRANK FORTINI Buzzy, busy all the day, Takes time out for foolish play, And lt,S he we often see, Talking to Bruna Gambini. BRUNA GAMBINI She always looks most prim and fair, As she talks to Leno, We hope another loving pair Will not end up in Reno. PETER GELLAR Pete, the football hero, Awoke with heart afire, Now he's playing Nero - We ask you, where's the lyre? FRED GERETY He may seem shy And bashful, too, But get him going And watch out, you! MIRIAM GIFFORD There's a certain Bailey lad Who makes her heart so very glad That frequently in history class Their secret notes they're known to pass. WARREN GIRARD Wanny's so good-looking, He's seen at every dance, He teases girls outrageously And holds 'em in a trance. THE RILGRIM 9 FRED GODDARD UA quiet lad, his friends all say Aahhc goes about from day to 313 But he always has a ready reason When his work is out of sea- son. CHARLES GAVONI Charley wants some night clubs To manage without care, . But every time there's shoot ing, They'1l say, Sharley, vas you dere? ' IOLANDA GAVONI GIot,something to tell you, o,' We hear it every morn, For it's Io this, and Io that Till noon, almost from dawn. JOHN GAVONI John Gavoni for Pro to yO11J What is it that he likes to do? Oh, yes, to write or read a book, But best of all he likes to cook. NORMA GAVONI The real art of smiling Is what we all need, This being the case, Norma's sure to succeed. ARTHUR GUIDDETTI Watch him, girls, and do be- ware! He's not so tall But though he's small, He's quite a woman slayer. EDITH HALBERG Edie's quite a singer, But to hear her we must go To her church on Sunday morning n Where her bird-like notes o'eri'low. ADELE HALEY This irl is tall and very thin, Wheri she leaves off the skies begin, I Her specialty might be short- hand notes, But beauty culture gets her votes. ARLENE HALL She doesn't give opinions, On that we'll all agree, But in automobiles she has a choice- She prefers a Model T. DOROTHY HALL Dot's a wee bit bashful, It seems so anyway, Every time we see her She hasn't much to say. CHARLES HARLOW That Charlie will some day succeed No one's inclined to doubt, If present sign-posts we may heed, He'll put them all to rout. GILBERT HARLOW Phyllis, Jeannett-e, and Margv. Tid and Lolly. too, Would you kindly tell us, uGiuyn, Which one bothers you? 10 THE PILGRIM M ARY HARTY Mary has no time to play Because in Woolworth's every day She works the afternoon a- way- Keeping the evening to be gay- WILLIAM HEM MERLY One day when we read the news, The headlines will announce, How William, hunting kan- garoos, A great big bear did trounce. ARTHUR HUGHES Sunshine's always in his glory When. the football season's here, When you mention pig-skin to him, Watch him grin from ear to ear. BERTHA JAMES ' Time Hies swiftly But what does she care? It's one minute of eight Before she's in her chair. EVELYN JOHNS Petite and sweet-that's Evelyn, We've liked her from the start, There's no denying, each one's' trying To steal our Evy's heart. RUBY JOHNSON Ruby's quite busy, She studies so hard! Who gets her spare time? The answer is Card. . .D -'HU A .'v A-., a +1 we .,a WILLIAM KETCHEN When Bill sees Fran walk down the street, Always looking prim and neat, His heart's been known to stop and leap, For he thinks that she is very sweet. ARLENE KNIGHT We like you a lot, You're happy and gay, Any more information We'll get from Ray. DORA La ROCQUE Just wait 'til they play Here comes the Bride, For she'll be there At Harvey's side. MARY LAURENTI We hear you like to be alone. Say, what is this, a game? But alone, or in a big crowd, We'd like you just the same. PAUL LENZI It's been said that Paul is bashful, Yet as far as we can see, He gets into little troubles- Ask the teachers, they'll agree. BARBARA LEWIS Barb's a perfect sample Of an All-American Girl, She goes with fifteen dif- ferent boys And keeps each one in a whirl. 11 E RUTH MCMAHON Ruth went away and left us, For New York, she let us down, But back she came arunning To good old Plymouth town. JANE M ATHESON Moderate and friendly, Nothing haughty there, Jane is very sensible And truly fair and square. , MARY McLEAN That she stands high there is no doubt, A budding suffragette, And yet she has her domes- tic side- That she'll get what she wants is our bet. THOM AS MITCHELL Tommy's out for basketball With shoulders big and wide, And that head of bushv hair He's not inclined to hide. ANNA 0'BRIEN Anna's always on the dot, She's there to get your dime, And when it comes to sports- manship, We'1l choose her anytime. KATHERINE O'CONNELL This young lady will surely o A piano player like Pade- rewski, We wish her luck-a happy career, And some day soon of her fame we'll hear. KENNETH 0'CONNELL Kenny isn't very big, I But regardless of his height, If you like the saxaphone, He'll play it for you right. BERNARD PARKER His long legs are, it seems to me, An asset not to be surpassed, If you're behind him in the sun, Watch the yards of shadows cast. GERDA PETERSON This lady's just as pretty As pictures she can make, We wish her luck along the way, Whatever path she take. HARRIETT PHILLIPS Happy dances, sings, and swims, She can play piano, too, . And now among her passing Q '?l whims She's finding time for love so true. FLORENCE PIMENTAL Flossie is a fine girl With a smile for everyone, And when she tackles any- thing, It's sure to be well done. FRANCES PINNEY A tall, young blond is Frances Who lives in Manomet, And when it comes to dances, Fran is there, you bet! 12 THE LTILQRIM JOHN NICKERSON His father owns a cranberry b , Anclygyou will some day See Nicky and his little dog Head of the company. CAROLYN PRATT At school you're known as Carolyn, u A sociable type of maid, But when the summer rushes in , Youlbecome Priscilla staid. JOHN PRENTICE Of these men of few words We hear every day, And our class has in John One of these, anyway. BARBARA PROFFETTY Barbara plays fine basketball, As goalie in hockey she shines, , But when the evening shadows fall, For a. certain Tommy she pines. ' JENNIE PROVINZANO Here's another singer We'll not have next year, But we hope that in the future ' On the air her volce we'll hear. JOSEPH QUERZE Our orchestra leader's going strong, He's out for something steady, But maestro, when you get your band, , Please don't holler, Ready! una A Q,.ll'- R 5- A '?' U , ALDEN RAYMOND Our Tote used to have a girl And vowed to love her long, Tho' he lost her-we dis- cover Marg'ie's still his favorite song. JOHN ROSSETTI John's our well-known usher In uniform neat and smart, We hope the feminine movie fans Won't try to steal his heart. CHARLES ROTH We have often wondered But never inquired Why your tongue does not blunder N01' YOUI' jaws grow tired. JEAN RUSHTON Why d0n't you wear a plaid dress And a kilt for all to watch? For everyone in town, we K guess, nows you're a b' Scotch. wee It JOHN SANTOS JQhm1.V'F quite a he-man, His voice his joy and de- light- The reason he uses it often IS to see that it's still all right. ALICE SAVERY Some days you're happy, Some days you're blue, Is Nino the person That's troubling you? THE PILGRIM- WADSWORTH SAVERY His morning's boring His evening's gay, A. dilettante 'who likes to play. IDA SCAGLARINI Ida cozizes from South Street, A tough place so they say, Yet there's nothing tough about Ida, She wasn't made that way. RUSSELL SEARS That Russell is a farmer boy In very plain to see, In-tilling soil he iinds much JOY Tn Chiltonville-by-the-sea. .IULIET SGARZI Wherefore art thou, Ro- nceo? To her brother she will call, When dressed to kill, she has the will To grace the Cordage Hall. ROMEO SGARZI Does he know his gas and oil? Shell's his middle name, But when you see that flivver coming, He's playing another game. JOSEPH SHAW We predict that Mr. Shaw Really ought to study law, We can tell he's verv wise, Look, and see it in his eyes. 13 FRANCES SHEA Daring and pert, . Audaciously gay, Happy-go-lucky, That's Fran Shea. HOWARD SHERMAN A second Noah Webster Is what this lad may be, If you want a definition, He'll give it readily. MANUEL SILVA We seldom see this lad about In town or anywhere, Welyvonder what he does with a The time he has to spare. FRANK SIRRICO Of course, he comes from South Street Where nicknames are galore, We wonder if you ever heard Him called Hot-dog before. LEROY SMITH A dark-haired boy with a twinkling eye Who's head is in a constant whirl, Why, ev'ry night he climbs on high To see a certain' Sophomore girl! LORETTA SMITH We'd like to say such fine things About a girl like you, But we'll just wish you the best of luck In everything you do. 14 M THE PILGRIM ROSIDA SMITH She has a very common name, Not like herself, you see, For she's a different type of girl- A real lady she will be. CARLO STROCCHI Carlo's quite an artist, His fame is bound to mount- But we wish we could dis- cover Just why they call him Count . HARRY TAYLOR Who is the blonde You meet at night? And we hear that singing Is your delight. DOROTHY TESTONI Dot's an ace in studies, In typing too, we know, In sports she's just as spunky- But, Dot, why don't you grow? KENNETH TINGLEY Ken, here's hoping your lungs never burst, They'll be needed, we fear, in some way, Perhaps in selling Class Sportsmanship Or blowing your horn some day. HARVEY TRACY As an example of a one-girl man He surely takes the cake, We hear of him most fre- quently Asking' Dora for a break . EDWARD TUCKER Greta Garbo of Hollywood Plays many a leading part, But this big blonde of P. H. S. Is our only American Swede heart. CORA VICKERY Cora chums with Dora, Is oft mistaken for her twin, But what about this boy named Stan? Her- affections he's out to win. EDITH WALKER Of Edith we are envious, For her face is very fair, Her clothes are simply gor- geous But her glory's in her hair. JUSTIN WALK ER .Iudy's won the victory, His name's in P. H. history With Romano, Sparky, and the rest, He really should achieve suc- cess. EDWARD WARNSMAN Surely our Eddie in music Will find the same success He hopes to find in Kingston With the girl who means- happiness. SARAH WIELD She's going to be a secretary, Where-we do not know, But, because she's always merry, Success with her will go. THE PILGRIM 15 MARGARET WHITING You've given service to the school, With fiddle, voice, and art, We hope in life you'll play some day Another leading part . CHARLOTTE WINKLEY Two pretty eyes that look very wise And make all men rejoice, But her spoken word can never be heard, Though she talks at the top of her voice. LINO ZANIBONI We heard a squeal the other day As if someone were dying, We later found that Lino A piece on his sac was try- ing. ELLIS WOOD Agnes was his first love, But since that time, oh my, Now he thinks he's some- thing When he goes riding by. ELLEN YOUNG You're rather good in music, But you proved your skill m art When you won a. contest In which you took a part. 16 THE 0201301411011-an 3: qpnznxuznxr 1u3u1u1a,:, 5 li 'fuioinini ui.ni-:Quiniiniuioiuixrioahozo LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1933 WE, the dignified, distinguished, and . determined class of 1933, having full testamentary capacity and being in a munificent state of mind, do hereby bequeath to our instructors, keepers, and others who have borne with us through our many trials fand in some cases con- victionsl, such material things and bits of advice as we deem necessary to the proper operation of the school. Due to the market crash in our freshman year our bequests are in most cases limited to our best regards. , To MRS. RAYMOND: The hope that the entering class of seniors will be adept in the art of interior decorating. When we visit Room Eleven several years hence, we shall expect to find Persian rugs on the floor, Rembrandts on the walls, and the class reclining in easy chairs. More power to her Home Beautiful movement in the school. To MISS BROWN: A Fisher No-draft Ventilation System to be installed in Room Ten. We are still trying to dis- cover the name of the senior who brought a hot water bottle to class on one cold morning. To MR. BAGNALL: A chromium-plated steel helmet to replace that felt fedora which suffered untold tortures at the hands of unscrupulous members of our class. We sincerely hope that the new sky-piece will not show heel prints. TO MR. SHIPMAN: We evacuate his domain with the sincere hope that not more than half of our class will return as P. G.'s. It would be decidedly incon- v-enient to hold classes in the halls and coat rooms. TO MR. FASH: Two of the best rock- ing horses in captivity. We know they will be appreciated by the fellows who hold down rear seats in next year's physics class. To MISS CAREY: We feel that we may now fre-ely admit that the only time we really mast-ered those French nasal sounds was when we had a bad cold which hovered between bronchitis and laryngitis. TO MISS WILBER: May all Seniors in the future absorb enough Latin to be able to pronounce their class motto. We don't dare hope that 'they will be able to translate it. To MISS JOHNSON: A half dozen of Duk-e Ellington's' latest phonograph -PILGRIM K records to break the monotony of those droning typewriting records. TO MISS JUDD: A robot which will automatically say, Quiet, girls, or, Are you chewing gum ? TO MR. SMILEY: A can of Kitty Ration to feed that anaemic-looking cat, preserved in alcohol, which annually makes its appearance in bug class. T0 MR. YOUNG: A package of grass seed with the suggestion that his class in agriculture be delegated to grow a little grass in that barren place on the school lawn. Maybe w-e should throw in a bottle of hair tonic,--for the lawn, of course. To MRS. BUCK: In order to insur-e her prima donnas against colds on the even- ings of their debuts, we are leaving a bottle of Rem Take Rem and get rid of it. The correct time is twenty seconds past eight o'clock. To MISS KELLY: A room containing desks with pointed tops. We realize that they won't be very useful, but at least no one can sit on them. T0 MRS. SWIFT: A liveried chauffeur with a high-powered car. We under- stand that her present driver seriously considers leaving school at the end of this year. ' To MR. PIOPPI: We trust that the classes to come may contain another Qu-erze who can play Hddle and piano, and double in drums and bass. TO MISS RAFTER: A set of mason's tools to be used in the construction of Parthenon and Acropolis with the pro- vision that vinegar and plaster of paris shall not be used in the building of same. To MISS LOCKLIN : The hope that next year's Are you a Genius ? test will dis- close a budding. Edison. TO MR. SMITH: An embroidered sign reading God Bless our Happy Home to be hung in Room 12 to provide a homey atmosphere for next year's Alumni Club. May the Ferioli and Strocchi sign painting combination have competent successors in the class of 1934. T0 MISS LANG: A package of double- action, superpotent cough drops. T0 MISS JACQUES: A large, pleasant, room with a southern exposure in the much-discussed new high school. We ad- mit this gift has no tangible value but our heart is right. TO MISS HENDRY :Our appreciation for teaching some of the fellows in our class to bake biscuits. We consider this' one of the greatest steps in self-defense which has been taken in years. g THE PILGRIM 17 To Miss D0WLING2bA1Safeidep0Si'C CLASS OF '33 MOVIE REVIEW vault equipped with a urg ar a arm in U which to keep those elusive drawing The F1Y'S'C Year Thi-2L0W1y Frosh supplies. No One Man Barbara Lewis T0 MR. MONGAN: An assistant to aid in the preservation of law and order after 12:45. To MISS HUMPHREY: May her Eng- lish classes of the future be as well be- haved as ours was. Notice to executorg any persons laughing at this point shall be cut off without a penny. T0 MISS COOMBS: A Western Union messenger's uniform to be awarded to the person who distributes notices next year. fThe rumor that we stole this article from a clothes line has no foun- dation.J To THE FRESHMAN FACULTY! We hope that after our graduation it will no longer be necessary to use tear gas to drive upper classmen from the strong- hold of the freshmen. ' T0 THE CLASS 1934: May next year's senior class maintain that dignified senior air which we possess. We sug- gest that the tendency for senior boys to escort sophomor-es to basketball games and dances is most detrimental to the aforementioned air. T0 THE CLASS OF 1935: May they en- joy the same high opinion in the minds of the senior teachers that the class of '34 has had. To THE CLASS OF 1936! We hope that by the time you are seniors most of our class will have graduated. All bequests contained herein are re- c-eivable through the executor, Mr. Wolverton J. Wolverton, Second Vice- President of the class of 1933. Witnessed at the offices of Flywheel, Shyster, and Flywheel, this thirtieth day of March, 1933. Attest: Frank N. Stein Bullmon Tahna Chester Racketeer .GILBERT HARLOW, '33 fContinued from page 41 We have enjoyed four years under the able guidance of Gilbert Harlow. the only president ever elected by our class. Now Time writes the conclusion to this chronicle and to the High School career of the Class of Thirty-Three, but, Judging from the record of their past achievements, who shall say that in these years which stretch before us, not minatorily but rather invitingly, the members of this class will not be the authors of deeds which some day may be loudly and widely acclaimed? JANE MATHESON '33 The Crowd Roars At the Brockton Tournament Five Star Final Dirty Dirt or This and That Secret Service- Reporters for the Above After Tomorrow Then What? Delicious Odors from the Cooking Room Girls Together Edythe and Sarah The Last Mile May and June In Conference Before 8 A. M. The Ruling Voice The Warden, Mr. Shipman Platinum Blonde Bob Bartlett Daddy Long Legs Bernard Parker Too Busy To Work Mike Cavicchi Silence In the Study Hall Tabu Class Picnic I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang Cutting Classes Donovan's Kid Flossie Animal Kingdom Room 27 God's Gift to Women Pete Ferioli He Learn-ed About Women Nando Bussolari Prosperity For the Seniors? The Crooner Eddie Warnsman It Pays to Advertise School Play Just Imagine All 90's Taxi Wadsworth Savery Five and Ten Mary Harty All Quiet on the Western Front . Room 12 The Yellow Ticket For Pirates of Penzance Under 18 Most of Us The Girl Habit Gilly Harlow Classmates Never forget them First Aid For Pete Gellar Maker of Men Coach Bagnell This Modern Age Class of '33 Secrets of a Secr-etary Ask Evelyn Johns Alias th-e Doctor Milton Berg The Wet Parade On stormy mornings Vanity Fair Girls' Drctsing Room The Champ Kenneth Tingl-ey The Pay Off Class Dues This is the Night Commencement M THE EILGRIM - ' , I OF IFE -.ADQQRHE HISQSX OEKATH R ER THE HILL, I TEAHDIT OAZEDHOTYTA DEH-DREH ED A' DEN OUITE STILL HHEHE T ITI OwERg3QOxARIED, TSX BRILLIANT, AND GAY ,Igr-TIT' MADE IYIEJAS HAT LIOIRILD BE A T TTIHO EOUOU? EOFEHEITTOQ 655455, EHETXSET QU? RR 55 MY UI FO TH EAVOR OE SUCCE ?' 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I T IAIITH IT YOUR LIORTHIHE55 HAY YOU DIORLAY IN Tl-IE YEARS XA!I'IIC'I-I FOLLOTAJ COMIYIEDICEHEHT DAY. gl.,-.LPI-..--Ewlw J-.Ana THE PILGRIM ' 19 020:14nininioiuiuixxiuiuioiaviniuioicgzg ! v .Q.,.,11fHl52.,-,l5f.llllfFl2BlE,-.3. CLASS PROPHECY Hello, you lucky listeners-in of this ag-e of television. This is Silent Kenneth Tingley, the mouthpiece of the nation, speaking. Allow me to acquaint you with the many celebrities attending the Inaug- ural Ball of President Peter Gellar, in the year of our Lord, 1965-Amen. The stout gentleman who just entered is none other than Ferdinando Massam- iliano Guisseppe Fiocchi, the ex-Czar of Golfdom. Times are so bad he now carries clubs for three of his former ad- mirers, Adele Cohan, Norma Govoni, and Arlene Hall. Accompanying him is that eminent veterinary, Professor Berg, Charles Harlow, the new senator from Manomet Heights, Ellen Young, the famous evangelist, and her three most famous disciples, Dorothy Hall, Iolanda Govoni, and Mary Laurenti. Peter Ferioli, the chaiinstore magnate, Cyou've all heard of his Murray Street Emporiuml enters with his old cronies, the Reverend Nick Fortini, and the scion of the Mill Village Reform Colony, Count Strocchi. V Hold it-the old maestro, Joe Querze fhe's made quite a name for himself as a handorgan playerj wishes to make a few announcements: Gentlemen and ladies, allow me to present the new members of my Royal Garlic Templars-Geno Michelwccio Ferri, the gold-voiced bass, Leno Zani- boni, our new fiddler the always was quite a boy at iiddlin' aroundj and that talented little trombone player, Harriet Phillips. Oke, Silent-on with the dance! The first couples to take the floor are Codger Davis, the hosiery king, and his sixteen-year-old fiancee, the Right Honourable Nando Bussolari, President of the Slash'm and Gash'm Barbers' Association, accompanied by Rosa Des Lauriers. K How did he ever break loose from the Boss ?J The floor is covered with swaying, stumbling couples. There goes Charlie Govoni, late canine apprehender fdog- catcher to youj of Darby Landing, with Bruna Gambini and Bud Beauregard, guardian angel of the Little House , with Irene Balboni. I am told that Irene has lost ninety-three pounds and that she now tips the scales at only two ninety-nine. Good work, Irene! The firstdance is over and we are about to be entertained by Ida Scagli- arini, Sheba Pimental, 'and Gerda Peterson. They represent the cream of Professor John Govoni's Harlemites. Do you follow me down the lobby? From left to right, Charles Elmiron Roth, keeper of the New Chiltonville Zoog his superintendent, Fred Geretyg Evelyn Johns fshe's still waiting for that gold-digger, I beg your pardon, clam-digger, Guy Brigida, to proposeb 3 Gilbert Besse, famous for his vanities, and a group of his charming girls, Rosida Smith, Juliet Sgarzi, Alice Sav- ery, Carolyn Pratt, and Arlene Knight. John Prentice, of East Carver's Detec- tive Department, is buying popcorn for Edith Halberg, Ruth Haley, and Char- lotte Eddy. The President hasn't come yet be- cause he's in the nursery cutting out paper dolls, but the Cabinet is here in all its glory. You'll recognize all of themg Manuel Silva, Secretary of State: John Nickerson, Secretary of Labor, Frank Cappella, Secretary of Agricultureg Mickey O'Connell, Post-Master Gen- eral, Arthur X. Hughes, Attorney Gen- eral, Che attained the position because he took a course in Dorothy Testoniis Correspondence Schoollg Francis Pin- ney, Secretary of Treasury, and Ber- nard Parker, Secretary of War. The other members of the Cabinet were dis- missed because they wished to be so ab- surd as to work for theirmoney. Ah, iso this is Africalj-look up if you want a tropical picture. That man hanging from the chandelier, and dis- playing his eighteen-inch biceps, is none other Justin Atlas Walker, one-time water boy of P. H. S. His wife, the former Leah Alberghini, is nearly four feet tall now. CShe grows better in the spring.J Seated at the farthest end of the lobby are Baby Guidetti, Elio Barufaldi, and Paul Lenzi, owners of the largest chain of pool rooms in the country. Tote Raymond, tiddley-wink champ, is enjoying himself with Misses Sarah Weild, Barbara Proffetty, Charlotte Winkley, and Frances Burgess. Tote IS always doing something like that! Last we-ek he invited Ella Bernagozzi, Rose Aldrovandi, Florence Dono-van, and Barbara Lewis, inmates of an old maids' home, to go to a burlesque show. Here comes Milo Cavicchi with his pushcart. I buy his bananas every time he has a fire sale, but they're so bad that even the monkeys won't eat them. The platinum blonde who is trying to vamp Alonzo Canning is Edith Wall- 20 4 -THE PILGRIM flower Walker. You'd think that she would get over that at her age! Cora Vickery, who plays opposite Mfickey Mouse, is here to-night with Howard Sherman, inventor of the word- l-ess dictionary. This is som-e aEair. Bud Hemmerly, doorman of the White House, is swap- ping jokes with Mike Mitchell. You know, of Mitchell-O'Connell, Siam-ese twins. The celebrat-ed orator, Romeo Sgarzi, isn't here to-night. He's delivering a speech to the pygmies of South Africa on the Gold Standard. Here comes Bill Ketchen, master of ceremonies. Hello, Bill, won't you say something for us? Yowzah, Yowzah, Silent. H'lo, every- body who isn't here, 'llow me to give you the lineup for the show. The first number will feature Frances Shea's Hot Cha Girls in The Dance of the Ten Lamp-posts. In her chorus will be Katherine O'Connell, Charlotte Burgess, Bertha James, Victoria Brewer, Ruth McMahon, Mary McLean, Jean Rushton, Pauline Callahan, Aura Fortini, and Norma Caswell. While we're waiting for that to pass off, we may as well listen to the Meaning Quartet, featuring Eddie Warnsman, John Santos, Peggy Whiting, and Jennie Provinzano in their sensational number, 'Moanin' Low.' fThe lower the better.J The second act comes directly to you from John Rossetti's circuit. Sahib Yoo Hoo Crowell, the magician, has just re- turned from Schleswig-Holstein where he learned the art of producing a human being from nowhere, somewhere, any- where, everywhere. CHe'll let you have your choice.D Yoo Hoo is sending two members of the new Da Da political party, John Bradford and Bud Savery, to inspect two empty trunks on the stage. Da Da et Da Da ascertain that they are empty. Lo and behold! as the two leave the platform, a pair of feet appear ov-er the top of the trunk. What a pair of feet! One look and everybody knows that they belong to Eddie Tuck-er! CPoor Eddie, handicapped like that.J Yoo Hoo steps to the remaining trunk and what does he produce? None other than Majorie Cassidy and her trained cow, Effenbee! Pm sorry I have to cut this act short, but Silent wants to commence. This is Bill Ketchen saying, Cherry-ho. The President's personal secretary, Miriam Gifford, is entering. She is go- ing to read his Inaugural Address to- night. .President Pete wants to have one more game of checkers with Bob Bartlett, but he will never beat Bob. CBob is so crooked that he moves in jerks.J Loretta Smith, Iris Albertini, and Jane Matheson wrote the inaugural ad- dress for Eddie Cantor sixteen years ago. Cantor refused to accept it, but Pete the President didn't. He traded his old chaufeurs, Ellis Wood and Joe Shaw, a football, and his English teach-er, Ruby Johnson, for the address. Somebody is paging me but I'm not tall enough to s-ee over the crowd. I wish there were som-ething to stand on-ah, that's better. Ilm standing on Harry Taylor! QNice fella, that Harry.J That was Frank Sirrico looking for me. He wants to talk on the Sirrico Theory but I'll let him speak to his parents instead. Come on, Hot-dog. H'lo, poppa! H'lo, moma! Are youse seeing me? Goomby.-Tank you, Silent. The ball is almost over and the only couples on the floor are Stanford Bowers, our imported Italian Chef, with Hazel Clark. Adova Bergamini and Leonora Ceccarelli are doing an Irish Jig Cmaybe I'm wrongl with Harvey Tracey and Dora LaRocque. The muscular woman beside the palm tree is Anna O'Brien. She doesthe laundry for the occupants of the Whit-e House and Congress just for her board and spending money. Helen Beever is acting as check girl to-night. She's only fifty years old but doesnft look a day older than seventy- three. Look who's here! ,Henry Gilbert Har- low, head jeer leader of the Big I-Iouse.', How you been doin', Henry? Hear ye, hear ye! Woe is me! Num- bers 123456, 654321, and I, Number 123654, you probably know them as Sears and Bell, got mixed up in politics. fSays Harlow.J I was but putty in the hands of Sears and Bell. I was unable to follow the straight and narrow road. Ut was being paved, anyway.J We en- gaged in one of Sears' cinch enterprises and wound up with an T. Y. I. L. K Twenty years in Leavenworthl Woe is me. woe is me- Oh, well! Life's like that! So sorry for you, Henry. I must be signing off. fSilent always was such an understand- ing chap.J This is Silent Kenneth Tingley, the .mouth-piece of the nation, bidding you 3 V W- PILGRIM 4 ZI all pleasant dreams. QThe prevarica- tori Why doesn't he say what he'd like to . Bong! Q Two Bitts Drarig Innavoignob WARREN GIRARD. '33. ENzo BONGIOVANNI, '33. OUR SONG ALBUM Me-You-O Diploma Mrs. Winchell's Boy Enzo Bongiovanni Thou Shalt Not Talk in the Study Hall Smile For Me Photographer for Pilgrim pictures Brother, Can You Spare a Dime? 10c-a-week Plan If I Ever Get a Job Again Post-Graduates Walking My Baby Back Home ' Jane and Pete Waltzing in a Dream Class Night Willow, Weep for Me I flunked I'll Have to Change My Plans - If I don't graduate How Deep is the Ocean? Ask the Math- Classes I'm Playing With Fire Writing this column Three on a Match Leno, Bruna, and Buzzy Drifting -and Dreaming 'Retta Smith I'm Sure of Everything But You Class Day Two Loves Have I l Gilly Harlow Going, Going, Gone Class Night Tickets Play, Fiddle, Play Joe Querze I Gotta Right to Sing the Blues Fiocchi of the Hole-in-One Club Prisoner's Song Cliff Cobb Oh-That Kiss In the Operetta Music in My Fingers Harriett Phillips Let's Call it a Day Girard, Fiocchi, Bongiovanni, Ferri I'll Never Have to Dream Again If I Graduate Underneath the Arches Reception Listen to the German Band ' Querze's Little Symphony A Boy and a Girl Were Dancing Eddie W. and Dot. T. Kitten on the Keys Butter James I'll Miss You in the Evening Homework You've got me in the Palm of your Hand Nando Bussolari Tired Sixth Period After Twelve o'clock Davis doing homework We'll See It Through Volta's Orchestra for Class Night Don't Tell a Soul- And the whole school will soon know it The Song I Wrote For You Class Poems One Little Word Led to Anoth-er Class Meetings Everything Must Have an Ending Even School Days Please Don't Talk About Us When We've Gone The Class of 'Uri Just an Echo in the Valley Freshman Days Wasn't It Beautiful While It Last-ed High School Days Just a Little Street Where Old Friends Meet Lincoln Street Some Day We'll Meet Again Class Reunions FAVORITE SAYINGS OF OUR TEACHERS Miss Brown: As student of political theory would say- Mrs. Raymond: From a psychological standpoint-- Mr. CChiefJ Bagnall: Take a rest! or Just one minute V' Miss Judd: Are you chewing gum? Miss Rafter: Phyllis, will you ever learn to keep still? Miss H. C. Johnson: Quiet, girls! Miss Kelly: Eyes on your books-not on the keyboard ! Miss' Locklin: Berg and Besse, will you keep still? . Miss Lang: I don't talk just to hear my own voice I Mrs. Swift: The United States is just where the Roman Empire was before it fell ! Mr. Smiley: Therefore- Mr. Fash: It's a mere technicalityf' Miss Carey: Enzo, mangez-vous le 'chewing gum'? Miss Jacques: Where are you sup- posed to be this period ?', Miss Humphrey: The verb 'to be' never takes an object. Miss Wilber: Will you ever get past that stage ? Miss Hendry: Stir that-don't let it burn! The Faculty as a Whole: This is the worst class I've ever had ! f . ixvuif- . ,e Q S a -i gr--Wvvimif, THE PILGEIM --m-. L..S.lL..hr . . WANTED - AN EXPLANATION THE mysterious is always fascinating. Men always take extreme delight in speculating, theorizing, and wondering about subjects which are little known or difficult to explain. The fields of general science and natural history offer more in the way of unanswered questions than the theory of relativity which Mr. Einstein has so kindly advanced and simplified for the benefit and advance- ment of th-e more ignorant common herd fcomposed of the average human beingsb which is, foolishly enough, merely concerned with terrestrial, not celestial, activities, and extremely negli- gent in the impractical theorizing on the why, how, when, and wherefore of the almost supernatural mysteries of the universe. Such a puzzle as'bird migration in- terested the ancients thoroughly, and is not completely understood. Al- though w-e have advanced beyond the limit of supposing that birds disappear ben-eath the waves of the ocean during the winter and return in the spring, we do not yet know where our most abun- dant species winter. What governs the mysterious journeys of the eels? Why do some go from the West Indies to Europe while others from the same location cling to the American coastline? How do little eels know where to diverge amid the trackless waters, each keeping to its elders' range? What guides newly- hatched sea-turtles invariably toward the ocean? What makes-but these are only passing examples of the mysteries of Nature, all of them having to do with living things. What becomes of animals that meet death in the field or woods? It is among the beasts that perish that mystery and mystification rear their heads and fire the imagination with questions which receive no answer. When one considers the law of nature, the preying of the strong upon the weak, the survival of the fittest, one must realize that enormous numbers of the lower animals perish and the number of dead are many times the number living, yet the tiny proportion of their remains which later come to light is extraordin- ary. Eagl-es have been known to pass the century mark, but how many people have found an eagl-e's skeleton? It is reasonably correct to suppose that some of the big grizzly bears die a natural death, but if any have been found, few persons know about it. iauthority: Alexander Sprunt, Jr.J Likewise, the finding of a d-eer's skeleton in territory where these animals are abundant is unusual, yet some wounded ones must -escape the hunter and die later. VV hat becomes of the antlers that deer, moos-e, and elk alike shed annually? So rare is the finding of these antlers that the theory of the animals burying their own antlers as they drop haslbeen offered and accepted by many. The durability of skeletons in .resist- ing the elements may be proved by the great number of prehistoric skeletons that are found, but even if vegetation, mold, and decay destroyed in the torrid and temperate zones all the remains of even the larger animals, what becomes of inanimate life in the frigid zones? The skeleton of a huge mastodon was found in Siberia, if we remember correctly, with the flesh of this animal that existed over a million years a o still in an excellent state of preseriga- tion. If the remains of this animal of another age were pres-erv-ed by the cold, what becomes of the skeletons of polar bears, Walrus, and other forms of Arctic life? fTh-e Eskimos could not possibly make all of them into needles, spears, and hatchets.J Many may doubt and ridicule the statements as to the scarcity of the skeletons of eagles, elk, deer, Walrus, bars , and polar bars , but who will doubt the rarity of finding a dead elephant? Perhaps relatively speak- ing fwith sincere apologies to Ein- steinj they crawl under a leaf in the jungle, or, just as logically, are rein- carnated into the now popular pink elephants that are usually found on walls and ceilings by those brave souls who invade the sacred confines of the modern speakeasy. This ridicule is, perhaps, unnecessary, but seriously, in spite of the fact that THE P1LGR1iy1 23 much of this article is interrogative, the perhaps poorly formulated idea is to awaken an interest in the mysteries of our own world, and to show the folly of the world's most intelligent men seemingly Wasting their time and en- ergy in the building up and the tearing down of impractical theories concern- ing the universe. The average man shows little interest in this field. Is it not better that the magnificent brains that these men possess should be put to a more practical use such as delving into terrestrial mysteries, instead of worrying about th-e expanding and con- tracting of the universe or the method of advancing technocracy ? ROBERT MARTIN '34 ON JIG-SAW PUZZLES Crossword puzzles! nay, nay! But jig-saw puzzlesu hey heyy! SINCE the beginning of Time, people have sat up nights trying to think of ways to waste it. But with the sudden popularity of jig-saw puzzles, their troubles are solved. Rome wasn't built in a day-runs the old adage, but with the time wasted in doing these puzzles in the U. S. in one week, Rome, Chicago, and points West could bave been erected, and by hand. Insane asylums provide their inmates with these puzzles to keep them busy, so the mentally deficients' brain will run in circles, squares, angles, and curlicues, instead of in a single track. The jig- saw puzzle's popularity is due to de- pression. Instead of worrrying where the next loaf of bread is coming from, the head of the house ponders as to how he can place a portable chimney, on a possible cottage. Not only is jig-saw puzzling a waste of time, but long seances with a mass of jumbled edges is harmful to the op- tics. People used to see spots before their eyes, but now it is corners which dance before them. Many a highly nervous person has been reduced from a normal being to a shrieking maniac who raves and swears hefll heave the blankety fthing out th-e window. Why not apply the principle of jig- saw puzzling in a beneficial way? For instance: at breakfast time hide hubby's toast in one corner and half an egg in the kitchen oven, and let him look for them. Not only will the exer- cise do him good, but it will train his senses to be on the alert. Another method of procedure would be to have the ofiice secretary tear up all import- ant letters and let the boss put them to- gether again. When his job was com- pleted, at least he would be rewarded with more than a picture he'd seen hundreds of tim-es before. MIRIAM GIFFORD '33 AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR WI-IEN my sister begged me to take her to the basketball game and dance, instead of going to the theatre to see Marie Dressler, I naturally thought of the comedy that I should miss. How- ever, I was compensated by witnessing a short drama more humorous than some comedies Wh-ere the actions of the actors are forced in an eiort to pro- duce a laugh, and no humor is present -except in the eyes of youngsters. In the large hall, we- sat in the third section of the first balcony. A few rows in front of us sat an interesting little girl,-little, I say, but only in size and in h-er eleven yearsg for in dress and actions she had the air of a prepossess- ing grown-up miss who was conscious of good looks. She was dressed in a short, red shirt, close1'itting, red sweater, and a r-ed tam, perched on her comely- shaped head revealed, at the nape of her neck, a mass of short, brown hair which had apparently been curled, judging by the way in which a small hand was lifted every now and then to see if each curl wer-e still in its place. The small hand was lifted in a manner which bespoke of the endeavors of Miss Somebody to impress casual glancers with a graceful g-esture. During the game, Miss Gwendolyn le Moyne sat b-ehind several boys whom she endeavored to' -engage in conversa- tion. She succeeded only in drawing the partial attention of the biggest boy and a few words from the others in reply to her remarks, in spite of the pert little nose, well-shaped chin, and sparkling brown eyes. She did not r-ealize that at a basketball game, although a girl of her age and type may primarily be in- terested in boys, boys her age would be more interested in the game than in a pretty girl. However, it might not hold girl. However, it might not hold true in true in the ease of older boys. The cool responses of the boys had no effect on her good opinion of herself and she kept on making remarks and chewing her gum as persistently as ever. Surely some of the boys would dance with her when the time came. 24 HW-wg Wm,-mm1w-1vi1'HE The game was over. Dancing had be- gun. Meanwhile, several big boys had summoned a little fellow from the front row, to whom Miss Somebody had tried to talk, and were now shamefully brib- ing the little boy to dance with Gwen- dolyn. After many refusals, the boy ap- proach-ed Gwendolyn, and she, unaware of the cause of his appearance, raised her head with a victorious air and left her seat. Down the steps which led to the dance floor she proudly walked with her partner. Could they dance? I was never to know. On the last step, terror suddenly seized the boy, judging by the expres- sion on his face. He looked at the dancers towering above him, at the smooth floor, hesitated a brief second, and then-. Up the stairs which he had slowly descended, he ran, deserting Gwendolyn. And she, a wave of morti- fication crossing her face, fled, disap- pearing through an exit conveniently nearby. IRIS ALBERTINI, '33 WORK OF THE STORM O'er the castle, black and gloomy, Thunder rolled in fearful crash, Lightning sprang, like some white steed Maddened by the battle's gore, Down to earth, with crash triumphant, Seizing, gripping those black walls, Tearing asunder gloomy dung-eons, Laying bare the farthest chambers, Crashing through the winding stair- - ways, Sending madness mid its splendor. Thrice it flashed, and thrice succeeded, Struck its prey and, loose once more, Soared to heaven. Thunder rumbled, Rolled, muttering in dying anger- Storm had left its prey to darkness. Far below the sky the ruins, Black and charred, with vast halls crumbled, Lay in majesty-the remnant Of the fire from heaven triumphant. Of the knights and of the ladies, Of the gorging banquet feasters, Of the yelping curs and beggars, Of the serfs and peasants lowly, None remainedg but in the darkness, In the charred and broken ruins Lay one thing untouched by fire, One thing left by storm unravaged- Symbol of a brave knight's courage- Sword! Unbroken, gleaming brightly, Yet you lie among the ruins, R-emnant of forgotten splendour! MARION E. MCGINNIS, '35 mlI,LQ,E1M. .,.., DISHES POR twenty-five years, she, Maggie McLeod, had placed those dishes on the table and then taken them oi. Twenty-five years, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, three times a day-it exhausted her to think of it. And now she would never have to do it again! oh! During those first few years, how she had loved it, planning for meals just what h-er William would like, and then afterwards carefully washing and wiping the shiny, new, pink and white plates! Som-etimes William had helped her, but not often, b-ecause he was so liable to break her precious dishes. -Then during the first years of little Johnnie's life, she had enjoyed cooking for her hungry husband and her growing babe. How the baby used to gurgle as she fed him from the little mug with the kittens on it that his Aunt Ruth had sent him! Poor little Johnnie -they had striven so hard in the old days to give him everything. She had been happy to make sacrifices for the baby. And then the night that William was killed- Her vision blurred and she stopped her dreaming to wipe her spectacles. Time had dulled but not killed the pain which seized her heart when she re- called that horrible night-th-e strangely ill-at-ease man who had tried to explain to her that the train had jumped the tracks and William was dead. At first her numbed brain had refused to be- lieve it, but finally- Well, no use to bring back those mem- ories now. She hadn't minded getting the meals and washing dishes for Johnnie, but all too soon he had grown up and left her-to make his own way in the world, he had said. After that only force of habit made her prepare the three light meals a day for herself alone. Gradually the once-loved task had become hateful. But now she was to be alone no longer. Johnnie was coming home- coming home to take her away to meet his wife and to live with them. Johnnie was rich now, he said in his letters, and she would never again have to wash dishes. Humming to herself, she prepared h-er meal and ate it. A boiled egg, a cup of tea-that was all she required now. Her mind formed a little song-John- nie's coming home, J ohnnie's coming home-she would never be alone again. How had she endured it all these years? The doorbell rang. Could it be THE PILGRIM 25 Johnnie so soon? She patted her dress, her hair, and ran to the door. But it was only a messenger boy. She took the telegram and went back to her meal. Th-e song was still in her mind- Johnnie's coming home, Johnnie's coming home- She had finished her meal before she remembered the message. Then, with the hesitancy most people have about opening telegrams, she opened it and read: Madam: We are very sorry to inform you your son died this morning from acute alcoholism in the Westchester County Hospital. Please communicate with J. P. O'Brien, Chief of Police Westchester, N. J. For a long time she sat still, too dazed to move. Over and ov-er she read the aw- ful missive. How could that little slip of yellow paper have such an effect on her life? For hours she sat there, un- moving. Then she rose and started to clear the dishes from the table- FLORENCE ARMSTRONG, '34 WILLETT RAINER. sNoW RECONNOITERS WILLETT was born when it was hail- ing. They blamed that for his ap- parent lunacy although the hail was really not to blame. It was his brain. Many people said he had none. That would appear to be impossible, but even now there is a. question. He almost died. Th-e specialist said pneumonia. Maybe it was brain-fever. Who knows? Nobody but the doctors-and even they may not. He's alive now, though. He wouldn't have been missed if he had died. That is, nobody but himself would have known it. Perhaps he wouldn't have. The only way he could have found out was to have tried. He didn't try. Probably didn't know enough to if he had wanted. He fell downstairs once. That's what made him cross-eyed. He is, you know. The doctors couldn't straighten them. He didn't care- couldn't look any worse anyhow. Red- headed-his aunt was. She wasn't dumb, though. At least not so bad as he Was. Black-eyed-space-the unknown quan- tity. No, it couldn't have b-een the hail! Willett Rainer Snow, graduate of Detective Correspondence School Incor- porated, peered around the corner of the house. Nothing there-he wasn't sur- prised. H-e ran quickly to a tree, climbed up-resembled an ape in the branches. Jumped down-ran up the steps. Sat in a chair just as his red-headed aunt came around the corner-appeared not to notice her. She had seen his actions from a window. Two men entered. Willett and the men left to buy an ice- cream at the nearest soda fountain. Left in large covered truck, passed soda foun- tain, and continu-ed. Ended in padded cell. Taunton! JOSEPH SHAW, '33 TREASURES The greedy, grasping miser clutches his gold, and Presses it to his bosom with a cov-etous cackle. The actress, thirsty for fame, gloats over the Glamorous applause of her U admirers. The teacher smiles with satisfaction at the close of a long life Of continued service-guiding and aid- 1ng ' youth to learning. The scientist receives his long- desired reward- Recognition. The aviator realizes his dream- accomplishes the unprecedented feat- Spans the Atlantic. I I sit before the open fire Recalling happy memories, And thank God for friends- My treasures! .SHIRLEY M. DUTTON, '34 4 THE OLD MAID TURNS Happy birthday, dear friends say, Looking younger every day! Tell me Fortune smiles on me, 'Cause I'm forty, yet I'm free. Then their glances slyly stray, Note, Her hair is turning gray. 'Ads' that I have read declare Gentlemen prefer them fair. Should I, could I dye my hair? Well, I wonder, do I dare? Yes, I'll buy some Golden Glint, Greying hair shall give no hint-I'm forty! Please some man shall find me fair, Gazing on my gold-en hair, Though it's wrong to change rnvself, Gosh, it's lonesome on the shelf. A. COHAN, '33 39, . . I.- AA . THE PILGRIM H AND . WE SCOFFED WITH awe and r-everence intermingled, I stood gazing up at the queenly, ivy- covered buildings that were to harbor me for four years. College, at last. All my hopes, my fears, my very future lay there. Some strangely sweet, foreign feeling crept into my heart, a salty tear slid from my eye. Act your age, I sternly admonished myself. Can't, sobbed a voice 'way down in- side me. Striving vainly for a nonchalant air, I drew in my quivering breath and strode into-my Future. I passed through the various stages of humble freshman, hopeful sopho- more, and lofty junior. I soon learned to adjust myself to college life and its highly modernized ideas. From my classmates I learned that honesty is practiced only by those who would never get anywhere, that it is doubtful if there is any God, that I should take all life and people offered and give nothing in return. . At first I was horrified when I heard the deformed, twisted ideas of scofling, incredulous youths, and I burst out with rage to defend all the ideals which were sacred to me. Many students exchanged pitying glances and their mocking titters cut into my heart. It was the fear of being labeled queer , of being avoided by my classmates, that finally drove me to accept their conceptions. Gradually I became foremost in the ranks of those condemning idealism. That we might be wrong never occurred to our blinded reason. Like beings grop- ing in the dark, we refused to open our eyes to sane, practical logic. Only one of our great numbers remained un- changed. Tom Smidt was by no means a shin- ing student. Rather he belonged to the plodding legion that trudges cheerfully on its way, day by day, year in and year out, never quite reaching the goal. Tom was an idealist from the bottom of his huge feet to the tip of the fair hair waving defiantly from the top of his head. He listened respectfully to our ar- guments but accept our conceptions he would not. Perhaps it was because he was so impassive to our onslaughts, per- haps a thousand things, anyway Tommy was popular among us boys despite his strange standards. How Fate was to twist our lives and his was unforseen. If we could have but known! It was the custom at our college for each boy to attend a military camp for six weeks training during the summer. We all felt the thrill that comes with the handling of instrum-ents of destruction. How proudly we bore ourselves in our uniforms of olive drab! Indeed at times we wished some one would start a small war that we might display to our admir- ing countrymen our knowledge of death- spitting cannons, destructive bombs, suffocating gases that turned a man's face green and blinded as they killed. No one obliged us with a war and so fortu- nately or unfortunately our lives were saved. ' Our classroom was a great pit in the ground with a slanting sheetiron roof and strong concrete walls. There was but on-e entrance which was Worked by a combination lock that only the in- structor knew how to open. During class this door was locked. These pre- cautions were necessary, for the pit was a veritable arsenal where army muni- tions were stored. One morning we began the absorbing study of learning to throw a hand grenade. The instructor demonstrated how to pull the plug and estimate the time in which it explod-es. We clus- tered eagerly about him to see the work- ing of this wonderful impl-ement. Tom alone stood back, horror and revulsion stamped on his heavy features. These days were torture for him. He hated war with an intensity that frightened me. At night I heard his whispered pl-cas, saw the tears which Wet his face, saw the bruised soul shining through his ey-es. The instructor went on in a calm voice trying not to see the awful look on Tom's face. Across the room some careless student dropped a gun with a loud clatter and the instructor hurried to see what damage had been done, leaving the gre- nade in a stud-ent's hand. I can't recall exactly what happened then. In some way the plug had been accidently pulled! Mr, Daley ! shrieked the panic- stricken student. Stark terror gripped him. He threw the bomb from him. As in some horrible dream we heard it clatter on the floor. One man only could open the door to safety. Even he could not do it in the few seconds of life that were left. Eyes dilated, shivering we waited. Somehow I found myself praying, pleading with the One I had forsaken. Nearer and nearer came Death. Hysterical cries and sobs rent the air. Death was nearly up- on us. .Suddenly a body hurtled by me. Tom! THE PILGRIM 27 With a sickening pain I knew what he was doing. 'Straight upon the grenade he threw himself. Tommie, don't do it, don't do it, don't-. A deafening explosion, then darkness closed about me. When I awoke I was in the hospital, my head bandaged. Tom was dead. Of all the m-en in the classroom only he had deservedlto live. Why, why was he the one to die? Was it because only he was fit to enter the Kingdom of Heaven? No, I cried, it can't be, there is no heaven! And as I spoke those words, I knew I was lying, knew that for three years I had been deceiving myself. We started living anew, trying to be a bit like Tommy. Peopl-e think I'm insane when I say I hear his voice. But I do. I hear it in the sobbing tones of the organ, when the song of the birds fills the air, when the silent snow falls lightly, when I kneel at the altar. Yes, Tommy and I have be- come intimate friends. V ALBA MARTINELLI, '36 A MESSAGE TO TELL Th-ere are millions in far lands who ' ne'er have been told That Jesus, His life hath laid downg Which was precious, more precious than rubies or gold And to us will He give a crown If We only believe on His Name, in His Word- How we're saved from sin by His - Grace, And some day in His Kingdom we'll be H with our Lord, We'll gaze on His heavenly Face. We will serve, work and play, we will Q, 'A . laugh, praise and sing. ' Oh, happy, how happy we'll be! May the millions be told, may they not . miss a thing. O Lord, if Thy will, please send me! I ELLEN YOUNG, '33 THE BLESSED TOILER God gave me all- Days of 'ceaseless labor Drudgery-breaking my bones. Sweat and grime Upon my brow, ' ,',Q,,Drilling tirelessly -ffgln the black, damp mines. Yet-f-1. God gave me all. 'Nights' of peaceful rest 5 Cont-ented-in my solitude. Love and laughter JJ In my heart, A prayer to Him Who blessed me with Faith. In Him I trust. BRUNA GAMBINI, '33 SANS CENTS Why are you sad, O strange little boy? Is it because 'someone has broken your toy. In your gay, knitted sweater and cheery blue jeans You brinng to my mind my childhood scenes. Why are your rosy cheeks streaked with tears? Can it be the burden of all your years? You surely aren't more than three and a half- .. Just at the age to frolic and laugh. You want som-e candymand a stick of gum? Heavens! that shouldn't require any great sum. I've two pennies here in my purse, I believe- So there, little boy, don't you bother to grieve. LORETTA SMITH, '33 WELL, I'LL BE- MARTY O'Toole, six feet four inches tall, half as wide, and twice as thick, swayed gently in his tracks as he gazed pensively at the window just eight and one half fe-et, from the two massive extremities of his frame, which on ordinary mortals are usually called f-eet. For the past two weeks Marty had moved about the job in a trance since his first glimpse of the very attractive occupant of the room into which this window opened, had registered on his portion of a mind and left an achy, yet tingling sensation in the upper left-hand section of his torso. It was getting ratherflate and she usually showed up by nine o'clock. Marty sighed dejectedly. The voice of Callahan, four stories below, brought him out of his semi-conscious state. Hey, you big gorilla, we ain't paying you eight bucks a day to pose as a lily of the valley. Come to and earn your dough. Marty, who had signaled for rivets from his helper, sidl-ed over a couple more feet, directly over Callahan, and said, Aw, take your job and-Wow!- Ow!-Halp! Now it's an indisputabl-e fact that a white hot rivet dropped into a hip pocket may prove decidedly uncomfortable. Marty evidently found it so. With an 55,4--mdk- ,-ivwgg A -- 0 THE PILGRIM agonized yell h-e took off into the great open spaces. Then, r-ealizing his mistake, he clutched frantically at the near-est object and hung on desperately. By this time the rivet had burned its way through his heavy overalls, a little beneath its point of entrance. Marty's first thought was that, if he lived through this, he would eat from the mantle and be courteous to ladies in subways for a long time. His next dis- covery was that he had grabbed the win- dow-sill of his secret idol and that he was hanging from the sill by the grace of God and the vice-like grip of his own two hands. The window above his head shot up. She was there. Breathlessly she gasped, Are you hurt-can you get up-shall I call tqhe fire department-oh! what shall I do. Marty beamed at her. I'm O. K., lady. Soon's I get me breath I'll be in to see ya. With a mighty heave he slid pain- fully across the window-sill. Turning, he gazed thoughtfully at the great, yawning abyss which he had just hurd- led, then down into Callahan's amazed face. He shut the window and turned to his still-fiust-ered hostess. Funny what a guy can do with the right inspiration, offered Marty. What do you mean ?f' she queried. Well, I been lookin' over here for quite a while and I didn't see you so I just dropped over. Why, what on earth, -the girl started in amazement. You were late, wasn't you? Marty grinned. Why, er-yes. My little boy was rather out of sorts and- What! you married? demanded Marty. Yes, of course. OW, groaned Marty sinking into a chair, and Wow! as he realized his error. Oh, you are hurt, aren't you? she asked. Well, I got an awful burn on-yeah, I sure got an awful burn, Marty re- plied as he ambled to the window. Lean- ing out he yelled, Hey! Callahan! Yeah ? Am I fired ? CKNaW-77 He balanced for a moment on the win- dow ledge. The girl shrilled at him, Don't, for heaven's sake! With all the precision of a cricket, al- though he more closely resembled a bula moose, Marty sprang, alighted, wavered, gained his precarious perch, and shuf- fled over to his work. Leaning over, he glared down at his helper.- Rivets hot? Sure, boss. Push 'em up. GILBERT HARLOW, '33 THE HANDS OF TIME She stood before the clock And thought: The hands of Time! These are the hands That tell off The years and eternitiesg The numbered moments Of Man's life- His sorrows, joys, Loves and hates- His victories and defeats! In the next year, or the next hour, The next minute-yes, Even the next second- O Hands of Time, Who knows what you Will bring to me ? CHARLOTTE BURGEss, '33 EMBARKATION B53.God's will we've reached the shore- me Of the great expanse beyond, And our bark will be all ready 'Fore another day has dawned. Hark! tempestuous waves are crashing On the hidden rocks below. ' Can we steer our precious vessel Through them, safely-? Who can know? Now we start, ship strewn with gar- lands, Cheers the crowd,-our anchor's free- Will our courage-then-be steadfast Lone and rocked on darkened sea? f When we're tossed by cruel billows, When we're plunged in deep abyss, When our trusted friends forsake us, Can our ship combat with this? God, we hope our ship is sturdy, For we've tried to build it so, And with Your kind blessing on us Fully armored shall we go. k M. E. WHITING, '33 The novice at trout fishing had hooked a very small trout. Excitedly he played it, reel- ing it in after a moment or two until it was rammed tight against the end of the rod. Glowing with the warmth of conquest, he turned to his instructor. I've got him! I've got him! he cried. Now what do I do? Climb up the pole and stab him to death, replied the disgusted instructor. THE- PHJGRIM 29 THE EPOCH MAKER Good afternoon, gentlemeng I sup- pose you're reporters. Am I right? No? Well, at any rate, I know you want me to tell you about my great feat of engineering. Have a seat--pardon me-do you see my armchairs anywhere ?-Well, I guess the office boy took them home with him. Never mind, perhaps there's room for you on that bench. I've always believed it could be done. It was one of my boyhood dreams. Everyone, when I applied for financial assistance, said it was a crazy idea, but I've done it, gentlemen, I've done it! Three months ago America was con- nected to Asia only by steamships ply- ing back and forth, but now the two continents are closely linked together by a bridge one hundred and fifty miles long reaching from Cape Prince of Wales in to East Cape in Asia! It is a superhuman accomplishment, gentle- men, the product of a genius who-but please, please, gentlemen, spare me this embarrassment, for I still retain the modesty which was my most becoming characteristic in my childhood days. Other great engineers have made it a practice to start on the shore and build towards the center of the span, but I started at the center and worked to- wards the shore as well. The bridge is made of wood for a very good reason. Wood, as you may know, floats, so I built sections of the bridge on the shore, towed them out and weighted these sec- tions down with rocks. Of course the ballast clutters up the top of the bridge somewhat, but nothing is perfect. One of my worst setbacks was ex- perienced when we were putting the third section in. When we weighted it down, it sank into the mud until its sur- face was fifty feet below the level of the rest of the bridge. That difficulty was readily overcome by installing escalators at both ends of that section. Just before I left we had a cold spell and the bridge in contracting drew a- part in the middle. I had my men put a few planks across the gap, so that no one would be annoyed by it, and we have only to lift those planks up to allow boats to pass through the,Straits. What? You must be going? Well, come again when I can take the time to talk to you. Good-bye. Warden, can't I play Napoleon now? I'm tired of being an engineer, and be- sides, I've lost my Erector. I may? Oh, goody, goody! HOWARD SHERMAN, '33 WHAT A NIGHT! BUSINESS had been dull. Not many people were on the street. At the tenth stroke of the clock in Town Square, Katherine decided to close shop. Stretching out a lanquid hand, she pressed the two buttons which controlled the lights in the back of the store. She walked slowly to the cash register. One of her duties was to count the money and check the charges. Her thoughts wandered as she stood there. The novel she had just finished- a good story but the plot was impossible. Bearded Bandits was an inviting title-it suggested daring, romantic ad- ventures. Th-e only men she knew with beards were as old as the hills and as romantic as a Uriah Heep. Where, oh, where w-ere the Don Quixotes and Robin Hoods of her generation? She looked up suddenly. She knew someone was looking at her. Her hands tightened on the bills she held. Two huge men were gazing through the win- dow at her. N eatly trimmed, curly, brown beards ornamented the lower part of their faces. Dark felt hats pulled low over their faces did not con- ceal their enormous, glowing eyes. Surely, they were as large as half-dol- lars! After what seemed to be a hurried consultation, the men went away. She breathed a sigh of relief-too soon! One of them entered. He walked past towards the tables. Her heart stood still-then raced on madly. She gulped and gave the prescribed, Can I do something for you? Yes. I'd like coffee and sandwiches, please. Oh, horrors! She was the only one in the store. She was afraid to leave him alone there. Mr. Jones n-ext door had closed and was gone. Officer Riley wouldn't be back for a half-hour. Visions of a hold-up-maybe shc'd be shot-thos-e thieves in the book- I'm sorry, but- The sign says you serve until ten- thirty. It's only ten now. You see- What could she say? Not that she was alone! Desperately, she snatched a straw- We have no bread left. I' can give you coffee and pastries, though. The bell which summoned the man who worked downstairs caught her eye. When they forced her, trembling, de- fiant-to give them the money in the register, she would press the bell with her knee. She could see the headlines- that handsome, new reporter would in- 30 THE W W ,A A HHQILGRIM V terview her-4h-er picture would be on the front page of the paper- Daring Herion-e Aids in Capture of Interna- tional Criminals -but no one was downstairs! H-e'd left at five! Well, I'll have a cup of coffee, any- Way.:r He stood at the counter, sippingiit slowly. Would he never finish it? Whence had his companion disap- peared? Ten minutes past ten. You'll be open ten or twenty minutes longer, wont you? Yes. Good Night. Good Night. With a last, searching look at the shop, he turned and left. She made a frantic dive for the door :nd locked it behind him. A quick change of costume and she was ready to leave. An anxious survey of the street re- fssured h-er. THEY were nowhere. in sight! Her fears had been fool1sh! The man had been hungry and his com- panion, not. That was the solution. 'Murder mysteries and glaring- tabloids dld queer things to the imagination. The tall, street light cast gruesome shadows. Still no people on the streets. Head down, hands in her pocket, she dashed across the street. Suddenly she stopped short. In a Ford parked op- posite the store were the two, bearded st1'ang-rs. 'I'hey stared fixedly at 1t. A tremor of fear passed over her. There was one thing left to do-and she did it! She hadn't been on the track team in vain. As she ran along, her pulses pounding furiously, she thought it ov-er. Would they break into the store? W-er-e they thieves? Why had they stopped there? She said nothing to anyon-e, for she realized how absurd her story would sound. Still, for many weeks, despite the fact that nothing had happened, she wondered about the men. Who were they? What had they been doing in Blankville? LORETTA SMITH, '33 Jimmy's father found him in the barn. He was shaking his pet rabbit and saying: Five and five! How much is five and five? Jimmy, Jimmy, what does this mean? his father demanded. Why, said Jimmy, teacher told us rabbits multiply rapidly, but this dumbbell can't even add! The following four stanzas are an original translation taken fromu- Le Lac, a poem by Lamartine, Well-known French poet of the nineteenth century. ' THE LAKE I CVerses 6, 7, 8, 97 6. O hours divine, and fleeting time, ' Pray, cease your rapid flight! Allow us, pray, on our happiest days To dream in your sublime delight! I 7. Enough of sorrow, all implore you, Grant their simple quest, Days of care, for them pray spare A quiet, peaceful rest. 8. f, In vain I plead a few short momentg' 1-Save, :firm But time escapes in flight, , .I , I ask this eve, Your time .retrieve:?,f-' But dawn dispels the night. ' 9. . . Then love, then love divine, We nowpen- tWl1'16 ' ' g qggggiif, Sweet joy, as one short hour flees outa-f.. Man has no trend, time hathno end,i It glides away as we pass' on. .. - .- MARJORIE CASSIDY, ' '33 r ON CAPE COD if li., ww, ' Stillness of night, , 671,113 Gleam of a star, Beam of a lighthouse, Glimpsed from afar, Glory of dawn, Sun on the sands, Windmills turning Their gigantic hands, Blue of the ocean, Cranberries red, Gulls soaring upward, White clouds o'erhead, Placid and peaceful, Thank thee, O Lord, For this quaint land Known as Cape Cod. JEANNETTE MARTIN, '34 First passenger on Atlantic liner: You know I am a literary person. I have contrib- uted 'to the Atlantic'Month1y. Second ditto: You have nothing on me. On this trip I have contributed to the Atlantic daily. A private was standing in the company street, outside his tent, shaving. ' E ,, Do you always shave outside? askedftlie sergeant. - ZW. Of course, answered theprivate. What do you 'think I am-fur-lined? l 1 THE PILGRIM g W AW 5 'iiuhtr Ihr white Qlupnla 9:1 Dlliuiuioioini ui 311301wioininixrioiuiioiaxiniuiui aiu?:irifriuiuiuioioininroiv SCHOOL NEWS THE Pilgrim this year takes the form of a Senior Year Book. This column, therefore, will be a review of the year's happenings to date. Class activities began, as usual, with the election of officers. The presidents are: Class of 1933 Gilbert Harlow Class of 1934 Joseph Stefani Class of 1935 Albert Padovani The Class of Nineteen Thirty-three started its senior year by giving a dance early in November. This was very suc- cessful and well attended. Then on Friday evening, April seventh, the Senior Class presented a one-act play, The Valiant , in the small hall in the Memorial Building. The pro- ceeds are to be used toward defraying the cost of this issue. The hall was crowded, and each and every one who at- tend-ed appreciated the work that must have been necessary to the presentation of such a finished product. Dancing followed in the large hall, with music by Volta's Orchestra. In spite of the crowded conditions in the morning session, we have had many unusual assemblies. Early last fall, Miss Dorothy Goodenough, who was not long ago a teacher here, since then a teacher in the American College for Girls in Athens, gave a most interesting talk on her experiences in Greece. Milton J. Schlagenhauf of North- eastern Univ-ersity, and Mr. Weasley of Burdett College have each spoken to us on college and our life Work. At an- other assembly Mr. Squires of Boston showed us some unusually interesting slides on Where the Oregon Flows. The boys of the school have also had an assembly of their own, at which Mr. W. H. Dunn of the Nautical School spoke to them. As an introduction to his course of health lectures at the Memorial Hall, Mr. Julius Gilbert White spoke to us at one assembly. His interesting lecture aroused in many of us a new interest in, health. Another very interesting talk wasg given by Professor Bartlett of the His- tory Department, Tufts College, con- cerning the value and cost of educationffj Our own orchestra played for onegg assembly in February. Despite the factii-.Q that its numbers were greatly de-Q creased by the epidemic of colds it gave a very interesting concert. Mr. Shipman has given us a series of short assemblies, in each of which he has stressed a point of importance in our school work. The boys in the operetta missed an al- together different assembly at which Mr. H-endry, father of our new domes- tic science teacher, showed us many of his paintingss with which he illustrated some of the requisites of a good picture. From Duxbury have come two fine speakers. The first was Mrs. Daven- port who spok-e to the Senior Class on the life and Works of Gilbert Stuart, the famous man who painted George Washington's portrait. Later Mr. Sey- mour spoke to us conc-erning the life of Shakespeare, including in his talk some of his own personal experiences while acting in Shakespeare's dramas. The honor society took charge of an- other assembly, at which new members were initiated. The new members are: Seniors-Iris Albertini, Victoria Brewer, Ferdinand Fiocchi, Evelyn Johns, John Santos. Juniors - Florence Armstrong, Marjorie Belcher, Ruth Buttner, Shirley Dutton, Jeannette Martin, Robert Mar- tian, Josephine Montinari, William Brew- s er. Following the plan started last year at Christmas, every home room in the school filled a Christmas box for a poor family. These boxes, which were deliv- ered on the Friday before the holiday, brought joy to many families. The Christmas assembly this year was in charge of Mrs. Raymond's Junior English class. Miss Margaret Kyle gave a Christmas reading which was followed by a tableau vivant of The First Christ- mas. Although the results of the games were not so successful as we could have wished, this year's football season was very exciting and well Worth the at- tendance of all football fans. There has been no Student Council this year, but five members of the Junior Class attended a Student Council Con- ference at Durfee High School in Fall River. From the enthusiasm which re- sulted may com-e a revival of Student Council next year. Realizing our need of a school publi- cation, two Juniors, Robert Martin and Carlo Guidoboni, have taken it upon 132 THE themselves to reli-eve this need, and are publishing a Junior Pilgrim . The one issue which has as yet been printed, was received with great enthusiasm by the student body. The members of the boys' basketball team have had a successful season, win- ning a large majority of the games. Al- though they lost the Brockton Tourna- ment, Mansfield, the winner, does not take the cup permanently, and we shall have another chance next year. The girls' te-am went through the season un- defeated. For this achievement, the members of the first team were given small gold basketballs. Miss Wilber's Latin Club held an all- day picnic at Manter's Point last October. The club also held a Christmas Party just before Christmas in the Lincoln Street School. At this time the Freshman Latin classes presented a short play and gifts were exchanged. The serving of r-efreshments closed a most enjoyable evening. The Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, Pirates of Penzance, was successfully PILGRIM produced in Memorial Hall on April twenty-eighth to an audience of most enthusiastic music-lovers. Much credit should go to Mr. Wlooley, to Mrs. Buck, and to Miss Locklin as well as to all members of the cast. The ticket-selling campaign was like- wise a success. Competition between teams was great. The winning team was captained by Warren Sampson and Elizabeth Wood. Paul Warnsman, E. Manzotti, and M. Regal are the cham- pion ticket sellers in the school. Many pupils are looking forward to the two coming social ev-ents of the school, the Freshman Dance, scheduled for the fifth of May, and the Junior Prom, planned for one week later on the twelfth. Committees are at work plan- ning for both of these occasions, and we expect as enjoyable and successful evenings as in past years. Now we must say Auf Wiedersehenn until next year. Marjorie S. Belcher Harvey E. Barke l'll.Glll M S'l'AFl lIilf'l' 'ru lilliIl'l Svnlwl Nlnriorlc- livlclwr, lflnwllrv Al'lllStl'0lI'M, llulw Johnson, Iris Allwrlini, 14. . l ,. , l.0l'l'ltll Smith, Xllfllllll Glll'rn'd, Evelyn Johns, Shlrlvy llullon l,mf'r 'rn HlGll'l'I Slnnding, llnrulhy 'l'z-slunl, I-Inrvvy lhurlu-, .lnnv Mntlu-sun. 5llll'PQlll'0l NVl1ltiln.:. Enzo liongiovunnl, Gllln-rl Andrews, Nvlllllllll li:'vwslvr. K1'lllll'llI 'l'iln.:Ic-y, In-roy Sllrc-ilu-r PUJGEM. L- 33 - QL if g fi' . J - D .1 I'-me 4. -4 'QM' E345 X.. f ,f -, ' :M ' l 'W' ,QF ,.,. ,,,, L.. . 'i' M - ,, .Q j .7-:Lt F' tk. S. . ., fgggie 55 g ' Q E51 -:gy-1. ,I .L ?1Q 04?-JT' , . V f- W 'K - . V 41' GIRLS' SPORTS Track Track practice is well under way a- Hockey gain, and with such stars as Bertha The hockey season opened with sev- eral of last year's players in the line- up. Because- of Mrs. Garvin's careful grooming, the team was able to hold its own throughout the season. Seven games w-ere played with out-of-town teams. Our victories numbered five, and there were two games which ended in a tie. Marked improvement was noted in thepplaying of Marion Zandi, Bertha James, and Gus Cappella, while Leah Alberghini lived up to her last year's reputation. 1 Below is the schedule of games played, with the final score: Team Place I Scores Scituate here 1-0 Bourne there 1-1 Kingston here 2-1 Hyannis there 0-0 Bourne here 2-0 Kingston there 1-0 Hyannis here 1-0 Basketball The girls' basketball team remained undefeated throughout the season for the second consecutive year, and as a reward the school presented the girls xvith gold basketballs, each ball bearing the name and position of the player. Bertha James and Leah Alberghini were high scorers, and a sophomore, Helen Brewer, made a very capable c-enter. Of the six games played, the most in- teresting was the home game with Bridgewater, which, as you will see from the chart following, nearly ended in a tie score. . Team Place Scores Rockland there 30-22 Hingham here 44-16 Bridgewater here 26-24 Rockland here 36-19 Bridgewater there 35-26 Hingham there 42-21 James and Leah Alberghini in the field, the Plymouth girls should carry off their share of honors this year. Baseball Baseball on a larger scale is the plan this year. The girls are to have their first baseball team, and inter-class games are being organized. Tennis Although tennis has not yet started because of the condition of the court, plans for a tournem-ent have been com- pleted, and many names have been re- ceived from those desirous of entering the contest. Play Day Plans are also being completed for a grand play day to be held here at Plym- outh, with members of other schools as our guests. An invitation to attend has been ex- tended to every member of the high school. Personals And so we ramble on- To say that Perhaps we're wrong but we think Rosa. had something to tell B. L. about that Bridgewater game! Was she in- terested? . And why is Enzo so popular? Inquire of Helen Pirani for further details. Is it still Tommy, Tommy, Tommy ? If we could be one hour with you to- night - A Bertha and her impersonations of B. P. And very collegiate, but how artistic? Blue rompers Orange stockings Green ski suit Walter W-inchell should take lessons from one Dorothy we know! Oh, fudge! Guess who- Is it still Judy? Who's that nonchalant player? Yea, Rosa! 34 THE PILGRIM If frankness is a virtue, Miss C.-! elucidate. A regular football-basketball player! Meet A Posture ! Ask Gus Sonnenberg for advice, Miss Edna Wallace Hopper-new style! E. B. And it's all in the spirit of fun, with Jus plain gum! Ooodles of it! no oiense meant to anyone. Ask Esther how the basketball feels- Cheer up, girls, for there'll be a new she had a monopoly on it. editor next year. That broad expanse! Bertha will RUBY L. JOHNSON bi. , ...EAA ,--Hr., ,.,,lx.- ,7 l , ,X .., , ' GIRLS' liASliE'l'llAl.l. TEAM lllawl' 'ro llluu'l': Svulwl, 'l'0x'esn Govi. Dorutliy 'l'4-stonl, Huzvl Glurk. L4-uh Allu-rl.Ll1lni. Cuplnin: Annu O'l'n'lc-n, llurhuru l'1'oll'1-My l.mf'r 'rn lllulrr: Sfllllllfllfl, Mrs. Garvin, Conch: llhnrlnttv Mlllnvr, llosu lJvsl.ulll'ivrs, Ilutll Gurclm-r. H4-lu-n l!x'n-wer, livrtlm .lulm-s. Elm-xmm' lll'uclI'ol'zl, Amzustn Guppvllu LJLJ GIRLS' HOCKEY TEAM l.lEI!'l' 'rn llIGll'l': Swrlvrl, Hum-l Glurk. llurolhy 'I'vstnnl. Iluhy Jnlmson, L4-nh Allwwilillli, l:lUI'l'lll'l' llmmvun, liurlmru l'1'oil'z-My l.liIi'l' 'rn lllun'r: Slunrlinu. Alum Guidvltl, Murlnn Zumli, llulh liultnvr, lic-rlhu -lllllll'S, Mrs. Gurvln, Couchg Rulh Gurclmrr, Annu G'llrl1-n, 'l'vl'4-:-un Govi, Augustin Cuppc-llu I THEwmPILGRlMw - 35 IN RETROSPECT 1932-33 LOOKING over the year's achievements I in athletics, we find that Plymouth High has .enjoyed a very successful sea- son 1n allfsports to date. The football team won the majority of the games scheduled. Captain Walker, Bussolari, Ferri, Fiocchi, Berg, Gellar, Riaymon-d, Tingley, Hughes, and Bon- giovanni will be lost to the team through graduation. - With the closing Whistle of the Plym- outh-Wey?kouth tussle, the scholastic football c reer of Judy Walker, one of the greatest all-round football players in the history of our school, drew to a close. Here's to you, Judy. The basketball season, from the point of attendance and finances, was the most prosperous one in the history of the game in our school. The team suf- fered but two defeats in scheduled frames and came within an ace of reach- lnng the finals in the South Shore tourn- ament. Ferioli, Zaniboni, Walker, and co- captains Bussolari and Bongiovanni have played their last game for Plym- outh High, but with Strassel, James, Goodwin, Roncarati, Rogers, Cavicchi, Ryan, and several other very promising play-ers returning, things do not look exactly cloudy on the basketball horizon. As this publication goes to press, Plymouth High has vanquished Abing- ton in both track and baseball. The track team took a 53 to 33 ver- dict With Walker and Bussolari starring for Plymouth. The baseball team, with Bussolari on the mound, copped a 4 to 2 decision. Bussolari yi-elded four hits while Fuller was found for six. Creeper James was the individual star both afield and at bat. A ten-game schedule has been arrai- gned for th-e tennis team which swings into action May 11, with Hingham as guests. I'0U'l'llAl,l, TEAM FlllS'I' Row: Lvfl In righl. Tony l.1iwl'm-live. .lncli Gulmnrx-S. Arlhur llnggzizilll. lfrnnk M4-llo, Alonzo .lnnn-s. lic-nm-th Tlnglvy Slac:oNn How: l.0fl In righl, 'Vhonnls llom'urnti, Arthur' Iilmlla-s, Numlo llnssolnrl, fivno Fm-rri. lfl'll'l' llc-llnr. .luslln VVnlk1-r, Cnnlulng lf:-rcllnuncl lfiovclli, Enzo lillIl1,El0Ylllllll, Alclr-n lilly- lnonml, Milton lh-rg, XVIll'l'l'lI Snlnpson lllCF'l' 'ro lllGll'l'! Slmulinu. Anclrvw Glll'l'l'll. Munngm-rg llonvli, llngrnnllg G4-orgv Cosln. Andrew llnslvr, Vlnca-nt Ni-ri, filllu-rt Amlrz-ws, .launvs Clark, Jos:-ph Slvfnni, Ulinalo Ilorg.cl1m-snnl Wm. Kl'lt'l'll'll, Clt'llll'Ill0 llonmno. lj'rnncls Luvnvln-, Alonzo Cunning. Ass'l. Munng,.,. v ,,,., M - hwf-CHElm1flPGR1M h ,. lm- MASK lC'l'llA I .l. TEAM lIl 'l' 'l'4l lll4ill'l'Z Slflllllillfl, L1-nu Zunilmni. Hl'lIKll'0l'll Nlnrlln, Dunlmm llogvl's, Arllxur Slrnssa-I, l'lumms Mila-lu-ll. fllmrlm-s llyun. Adolph l1uvl4'1'l1l. 'l'l1oums llom'm'nll, Mr. Smllh Ill- r 'ro llunrr: Sillillyl, llzurolcl tllurk. Ilulph Goodwin. .lustln NVullu-r, Numlo llussnlurl. iuzo lltllll-IlUVlllllll. IN-ll-r If:-riull, Alunzu .lnnu-x. .luhn GlIlllllll'l'S MASSASUIT Cl-lAl l'Ell. NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY lim' 'rn llmlrr: lfirxl Raw, .losvplxinv Muntinurl, Shlrlvy Dutton. Dorothy Tostonl, Evelyn lohns, .lr-num-ttv Nlnrtin f'r 'rn lln:ll'r: Svrunrl Huw. Iris Alhc-rtlul. Eclllh llnllu-rg, Milton ll:-rg, Miss BFONVII, Gilbert llurlow. Lora-lla Smith. Murjurlv Ilusslrly lll I' 'ro llnsxvr: Third Hum, Victoriu llrc-we-r, Mm'jm'h- lh-lclu-r, Fl0r4'm'c- Al'IIlSll'0llK, Ruth llullln-r, NVlIllum l,h'4-wxlm-r, John Santos, lhxln-rt Murtln, Ferdinand Flucchl , THE PILGRIM A F kwler U ANGUAGES . C' VIVE LE FRANCAIS! Voulez-vous aller en France un jour avec nous? Aimeriez-vous visiter la belle ville historique de Paris et voir l'eglise majestueuse de Notre Dame? Mais Paris n'est pas toute la France. Alors, allons en Bretagne. Certaine- ment vous voudriez parcourir les vieilles provinces avec leurs scenes pittoresques et leurs habitants interessants? Ecou- tons les histoires racontees par un pay- san courbe. D'ici, allons en Alsace voir les champs de bataille ou sont tombes tant de soldats pendant la Grande Guerre. Il y a beaucoup de places at visiter et beaucoup de choses a voir. La. France est un pays de souvenirs! Pcuvez-vous comprendre ce que dit cet vieil homme qui s'est habille d'un veston brun, avec un grand chapeau, brievement, en costume complete d'un fermier champetre. Il nous parle des jours deja passes quand les rois ont gouverne sa patrie. Tout cela vous sera utile quand vous etudierez Vhistoire d'Europe-mais seulement si vous sa- vez la langue francaise! Tout le monde aime un savant. la France. Voulez-vous nous joindre en disant, Vive le francais? . EVELYN JOHNS, '33 le 13 mars, 1933. Ma chere Marie: Pardonnez-moi mon long silence. Je voulais vous ecrire plus t6t, mais la Corse m'intrigue et je n' ai pas trouve le temps. En'3crivant cette lettre, je suis dans un train en route ei Bastia. Mais commencons au commencement. Apres avoir quitte la France, mon pere et moi, nous sommes venus a la Corse, comme vous le savez. Vous ne pouvez pas soupconner mon hilarite et grande surprise quand nous sommes entres dans le golfe d'A,iaccio. Il est superbe-- bleu comme celui de Naples, mais plus X fr-L 1... beau. Les Ile Sanguinaires qu'on voit en entrant dans la baie sont un rouge in- imaginable. Et au loin, on apercoit les montagnes qui montent au ciel. Ajaccio est une ville originall-e et differente. Cette ville est silente et solemne comme l'est toute la Corse. Elle est frequentee par beaucoup d' Anglais et de Norvegiens. Comme vous le savez, sans doute, Ajaccio est la ville ou est ne Napoleon. Si on ne le sait pas, on Vapprendrait bientet apres son arrivee dans cette ville parc-e qu'il y a beaucoup de monuments, de statues et de musees dedies au Napoleon. En effet-tout est Napoleon! Une des premieres places que j'ai visitee etait la maison de Napoleon. C'est une veille maison et personne nly demeure. Toutes les chambres sont de- Ameublees. Il nly a rien maintenant que les tapisseries. Aussitet que je suis arrivee en Corse, je voulais apprendre de ses coutumes. Je suis sure qu'ils vous interessent. Premierement-ses superstitions. Les insulaires croi-ent qu'il y a des vampires quiaiment at tourmenter les en- fants. On peut se defendre de ces vam- pires en portant une amulette. Les Corses sont un peuple triste. Quand on meurt, toute sa famille le deplore long- temps. Si on est assassine, quelque parent doit le venger. Cela me rapelle la vendetta. Tout le monde sait que la Corse est le retraite des bandits. Le maquis, au centre de Vile, est un tres bon refuge pour ces bandits et, malgre leurs efforts, les gen- darmes francais ne peuvent pas les cap- tiver. Les Corses, bien qu'il soient rudes et grossiers, sont tres polis parce que cette ile a beaucoup d'ecoles. WTQutes ces clioses j'ai apprises quand J etais a A,l2lCC10. A cause de la chaleur intense, tout le monde dort dans l'apres- m1d1. C'est 21 dire, tous, sauf les etrang- GFS, C0mme moi, par -example, qui veulent voir la ville. F 38 THE PILGRIM Apres deux j ours remplis de nouvelles experiences, mon pere et moi, nous avons decide a aller a Bastia, la capitale de la Corse. Et maintenant, comme nous voyageons a toute vitesse vers Bastia j'obtiens une vue fugitive des scenes magnifiques de l'interieur. Ne tardez pas trop at me donner de Vos nouvelles. Bien affecteusement a vous Dot DoRoTHY TESTONI, '33 LE VOYAGE DE MONSIEUR PERRICHON M. Perrichon, pere de famille, Avec Henriette, sa seule fille, Et sa femme, une dame d'esprit, Pour la Mer de Glace est parti. Deux jeunes hommes de bon naissance Aussi sont alles-pas par chance. Armand Desroches et Daniel Savary- Ils sont tombes amoureux de cette fille. Par la France et la Suisse, aussi Le deux jeunes hommes l'ont suivie. A la Mer de Glace, M. Perrichon Etait sauve par le bon garcon, Le courageux! Ah! le brave Armand Un homme de coeur, tres charmant! fMais l'autre a beaucoup de genie.J M. Perrichon a sauve Savary! ! Apres des embarras avec douanier Armand encore lui a aide. Le pere de famille en trouble s'est mis Avec un zouave du premier parti, Un homme d'honneur, Commandant Mathieu 'fQuelle bonne heure! Le duel n'avait pas lieu lj Armand et Daniel veulent se marier avec cette fille, La seule enfant de la jolie famille! La mere et Henriette aiment Armand Mais le pere aime l'autre tant- Heureusement le destin intervient Pour finir cette piece enfin. Avec une fin tres charmante Henriette a pour mari, le cher Armand LORETTA SMITH, '33 SON BOY FRIEND FRANCAIS Vous plairait-il de voir votre corres- pondant francais, surtout si vous etiez une jeune fille americaine qui ecrivait at un garcon francais? Peut-etre vous vous demandez--Une fille americaine? Un garcon francais? Bien entendu, le professeur n'a pas donne a Nancy Brown le nom d'un gar- con, mais Miss Nancy avait demande a son ami Tom le nom d'un de ses corres- pondants francais. Voila pourquoi Miss Nancy ecrivait it M. Andre Boulanger. Mais pour continuer. C'etait avec joie que Miss Nancy lisait la lettre qu'elle avait recue ce jour-meme d'Andre Bou- langer, age de dix-neuf ans. M. Boulan- ger allait entrer dans l'Universite de Paris le, septembre prochain, mais, avant de commencer ses etudes a cette universite celebre, il allait faire un voy- age aux Etats-Unis. Dans sa lettre il disait qu'il arriverait a New York le 10 j uillet, sur l' Ile-de-France . Avec impatience elle attendait les Vacances. Mais enfin les Vacances sont arrivees! Bientet c'etait le quinze juillet. Ce matin-la le soleil rayonnait sur le tapis de la chambre de Miss Nancy . . .Les oiseux chantaient et tout avait un air joyeux. C'etait le jour qu'Andre devait arriver a Boston. D'ailleurs, elle avait achete une jolie robe et des nouveaux souliers. A deux heures elle etait toute prete a aller a la gare. Selon l'indicateur des chemins de fer, le train arriverait a deux heures et demie, mais Miss Nancy etait assez en avance. A la gare il y avait assez de monde, mais elle ne voyait personne parce qu'elle avait les yeux fixes sur le quai numero ll. Elle regardait sa montre mille fois. Quelle joie! Une coup de sifiie enfin! Le coeur de Miss Nancy battait. Elle ne pouvait pas attendre une autre minute. Deja le train s'arretait. Les voy- ageurs descendaient, l'un apres l'autre- des hommes d'age moyen, une madame avec deux enfants, quelques jeunes filles, mais pas Andre! Que faire? Peut-etre elle avait manque de le voir. Peut-etre il n'est pas arrive, peut-etre- Tout de suite une voix douce- -Bonjour, ma cherie, comme il est gentil de vous voir, ma correspondante americaine! -Que veut dire-j e ne com-excusez- moi, balbutia Miss Nancy. Devant elle etait un jeune homme de grande taille et de belle mine, blond et elegant! IRIS AIBERTINI, '33 FOREIGN EXCHANGE Q What's yours like, Mary? -Q.. Oh, mine's a 'peach'! Tall, blond, writes a beautiful hand- but he's only fourteen! How about yours? Oh, mine even signed his, 'Your French boy friend' ! 1 Such is the astonishing conversation often heard in that sixty seconds or so before the French class. But it's really harmless-two girls comparing their new French correspondents. Students taking second or third year French are really very much interested in their newly-found friends across the THE PILGRIM mm W 39 sea. A pupil gives his ten cents to Miss Carey, together with certain data con- taining name, age, hobby, and so on. After a few weeks he receives the name and address of som-e student of English in France. Each correspondent writes his or her letter partly in English and part- ly in French, so that the one to whom the letter is sent tests not only his ability to read and understand a foreign lan- guage, but also his ability to correct mls- takes made in his native language. Below are extracts from some of- the most interesting letters already received by Elizabeth Wood and Marian Zandi. Villefranche le 29 janvier, 1933. Chere Marion - Mon frere a beaucoup voyage, 11 est alle dans presque tous les pays, connait un peu les Etats-Unis. Mon papa et presque tous les francais ne sont pas contents des americains au sujet des dettes de querre, ils ne comprennent pas que quand l'Amerique les a conseilles et presque obliges de renoncer aux rep- arations de l'Allemagne: que l'Ameri- que vienne aujourd'hui reclamer toutes les dettes que la France lui doit. Votre amie MARIE ROSE BQNNET Paris, le 23 decembre, 1932. Mademoiselle A 19 ans je me suis engage par de- vancement d'appel au 21 eme regiment d'infanterie a Mayence en Allemagne, car ces territoires etaient encore occu- nes par l'Armee du Rhin. J'y suis arrive le 16 mai 1929 et en suis parti le 12 octobre, notre bataillon etant la prem- iere unite pui fut ramenee en France, a Chaumont CHaute Marnel. J'aurais de beaucoup prefere rester en Allemagne jusqu'a la fin de mon service, car a l'inverse de mes camarades je trouvais le pays interessant pour lui-meme et pour diierents avantages que nous avions sur les troupes stationnees en France. A Chaumont je fus nomme caporal et je dus faire l'instruction des bleus Cdes nouveaux soldatsl. Cette ville n'est pas grande avec ses 15,000 habitants et n'oiTre aucun interet par- ticulier en regard de Mayence dix fois plus peupleeg mon frere partit a son tour un an apres au 115 eme regiment d'artillerie lourde a Castres dans le midi de la France et est rentre il y a neuf mois. Actuellement nous travaillons au magasin, ou nous achetons, vendons, raccommodons, classons, rangeons, em- ballons, livrons des vieux livres et de la musique. Nous respirons in- evitablement beaugoup de dpoussieres et pour nous c anger air nous faisons les rassortiments dans Paris en bicyclette. C'est ce que nous preferons le plus, se faufiler rapidement entre les files d'autos, passer de justesse aux croisements, eviter les pietons in- attentifs, pulsilanimes ou peureuxg c'est vivre, faire un eiort, se distraire de la foule des rues, tand-is que recoudre un bouquin, raccomoder un morceau de musique, ou la classer, s-ervir une vieille dame exigeante et marchandeuse et qui en plus declasse en cinq minutes ce qu'il nous faudrat plus d'une derni-heure a remettre en ordreg ce n'est vraiment pas ca tivant. Qfous allez me dire que dans tant de livres, nous devons lire enormement. Helas ce n'est pas que le desir m'en manque car j'aime beaucoup lire. Je lirai des heures entieres si je pouvais en trouver le temps, mais impossible. Des livres que j'ai choisi et mis .dans mon casier au fur et a mesure que je les trou- vais, sont restes la depuis deja long- temps, et je ne prevoie pas quand il me sera possible et les commencer. En attendant avec impatience votre repons-e je suis votre ROBERT GIRARD. - foxioi 1011riuinioiuiuiuin-1-010102:0:0 X l Q LATIN , 910101111111 xininiuiuiniuqlb :ini twin.- YOUR OPINION? OF the many subjects which are being discussed by the group of boys hik- ing to Frog Pond on-e spring day, sub- jects ranging from the Vasko case to the possible reason why the forty-eight-year old maid teacher at the high school had bobbed her hair, Latin was now under- going its ordeal. Latin, v-entured good-looking John, with the slightest suggestion of a sup- pressed sneer, I should nev-er bother my head over a thing as dead as that. As I see it, Latin is an impenetrable moun- tain of conjugations, declensions, and vocabularies, and as dry as those parched oak leaves along the road. I Wonder how many young people hesitate to take Latin for any, or all, of J ohn's reasons? The usefulness of Latin as a means of augmenting the mediocre vocabulary of the average p-erson, is hardly debatable. Of course, one must learn to conjugate and decline, but can anvthing be accomplished without tools? But for the last point, is Latin as je- june as most people beli-eve it to be? Decidedly not! Are Caesar's descrip- tions of the barbaric Gauls, of his muti- nous army, and the campaigns against THE 40 H W PILGRIM the Helvetians and Belgians, anything but vivid and exciting? Has any for- ensic scene aroused more interest. and sympathy than the picture of Cicero giving vent to a burst of oratory in the S-enate and Forum, in defense of Pom- pey and in indignation at Verres? Caesar pleases the military-minded, Cicero, the lawyer and statesman. But what has Latin to offer the lover of nature, of sports, those to whom a modern novel is of compelling interest? Indeed, Roman writers did not forget them. Virgil gives as his offering to these people, the Aeneid. In this work, the whispsering south wind beckoning the sailors to the sea, and the roaring of Mount Etna are heard. One sees Mount Atlas encircled by clouds, wearing a cloak of snow about his shoulders and a beard of ice. At the funeral games, you may be an eager participant or spector of various sports. You may be one of the oarsmen on the Chimaera and witness the throwing overboard of the helmsman by the captain, Gyas, because the former had been a coward when a lost moment meant the loss of the prize. The distri- bution of prizes at the foot race will hold your undivided attention because of the controversy as to the winner, after foul play. You will watch with anxiety the boxing match between the conceited Dares and the aged Entellus. As for the addict to the modern novel, what is more modern than the story of Queen Dido's unrequited love for Aeneas? He arrives in Africa where Dido has built a kingdom, after fleeing from Phoenicia. She falls in love with Aeneas, who can not return her love because circumstances compel him to leave Africa so that he may set up a Kingdom in Italy and there marry Lavinia. Dido, forsaken and deeply wounded by this love affair, commits suicide. Aeneas reminds me of some persons who possess much egotism, although, in the story, he must follow the path the fates have outlined for him. Doesn't it seem to you that Latin of- fers more than could be expected from a language reputed to be dead ? IRIS E. ALBERTINI, '33 CONCERNING HUMOR ffrom the Aneid j Hlumcilrwthalt terrible medium rou w ic ome ' - ships arg often ruined, Smgylgdbirheolini- pared to an ugly bird. Small at first, she feeds on the names of men, never dieting, and gains strength rapidly, un- til, like a bird on the wing, she con- ceals her head in a dark cloud. This monst-er has as many watchful eyes as feathers, and as many tongues and listening ears! She hastens through space under cover of the shades of night, and takes her stand on a mountain top, cr perhaps on the roof of a turret, and is as often the bearer of lies as a mes- senger of truth. Nothing, nobody, is immune! RUBY JOHNSON, '33 ARMA VIRUMQUE CANON Scene: The atrium of a Roman home about the year 40 B. C. It is poorly furn- ished and is obviously not a habita- tion of a family of wealth. The back- ground is deeply shadowed-strange forms are cast on the bare, sanded fioor. At Rise: A young man, Publius Vergilius, is half-reclining on a stone couch cov- ered with animal skins. Deep in thought he is oblivious of his sur- roundings. In a moment he speaks, Vergil: The legions are leaving for a new expedition tomorrow. I should be going with them! My health, age and standing qualify, me. All my life I've longed to seek new lands-scale the Alps with a mighty army-sub- due barbarians-plunder conquered villages! By Jove- I believe I will- C He is interrupted by the abrupt en- trance of plump young man, Horace.J Horace: Greetings! Have you heard the news? Vergil: What news? Horace: This very day Emperor Augustus issued a proclamation de- claring you royal historian. His first order is for you to make the world conscious of the glory of Rome. You are to write a history of the Empire! Vergil: Perhaps I should be pleased, but Cornelia has refused to marry me until I become a soldier and bring her trophies from abroad. To write an epic will take years-should I sacri- fice my love, hopes, ambitions for a title? Time will inspire someone to write it far better than I could! The Emperor will understand-he will re- lease me. Horace: Quitter! Doesn't the great Empire mean anything to you? Well, I'm going-if you change your mind, let me know. CHe leaves, upper rightj Vergil: CMusingJ: It's an old story. Even the lowest slave knows the story of Romulus and Remus. I'll call on THEA PiLGig1MM 41 Cornelia tonight and- Csharplyj Who's there? fAn old woman with straggling white hair falling over one eye, her slight form clad in soiled linen is bent by a sack held in her arms. He addresses her as she ad- vances from the back of the roomy Who are you? You look like the pic- tures of the old Sybils but- Sybil: I am the messenger of your an- cestors' spirits. They worked very hard to found Latium and now YOU grumble because someone thinks they ought to get a little credit for doing it. Vergil: Yes, yes-but why should I spend time on tiresome facts few will read about? Even poetry is dead! Hey! What are you doing? fSybil empties bag of leaves over him and moves towards wings.J fTurning up one of the leavesb Why, they're writ- ten on! Wait a minute! Don't go! I want to talk to you- Sybil: I must. You have visitors. lfTall, blond warrior strides in. He looks all around and goes over to the couch.J Vergil: Well, what do you want? Who are you? Warrior: I am looking for that un- grateful, lazy wretch, Vergilius Maro. Vergil: Ahem! Why? Warrior: He accused me of being slow -out-of-date. Do you know what I did at your age? Vergil: No. Warrior: I fled from the ruins of Troy leading my son and carrying my father on my back. Together with a party of our friends we left for the promised shores of Latium. The horrors I witnessed-the havoc I was forced to see-the destruction of my native land! In the burning wreck I left-fSmall, shr-ewish woman has entered-interruptingj You left your wife-his own wife, mind you-just because he dreamed of my brother Hector-he just wanted another wife -some hussy who- Aeneas: Creusa! I looked- Creusa: Yes, you did not A CTall, stately Titan enters, beauti- fully dressed-breaking inJ' Aeneas: Dido! You were looking for me, weren't you, dear? Adventure-love-ro- mance-a faded shrew could never hold you-Aeneas, my pet-CA beau- tiful' brunette entersj ' Your pet! Huh-it only took him a year to get tired of you. He killed a king to win my love-he wanted me all the time-his Lavinia! fOld man enters, leading a young boyb Aeneas: Father-Acestes Old Man: You are wrong, all of you- he left to make a home for me. All: Wrong again, Anchises, you were too old to live very long. What did a month more or less matter? Aeneas: Just a minute. You are all mistaken I-- 1Sybil reapp-ears, starts to gather up the leaves. As she picks them up, the characters disappearb Vergil: Don't take them. I'll write it. Sybil: Yes. You'll write it-and you'll be the greatest poet Rome will ever have, but one thing will happen-you shall never complete your epic. Thus will you be punished-fDisappearsJ Vergil: Silly old woman-I must have imagined it all. Still-it is a wonder- ful idea. My scrolls-I must begin at CURTAIN EST VICTOR! Est victor! In Romam cum gloria venit, Sua gloria ab populis canebatur. Est victor! dicunt, Magnas nationes vicit, , Heros Romae, dominus temporisg est 01106- victor! Est victor! in suo pectore est magnus triumphus, Et ei laudes cum superbia canebant. Est victor! vir, fortis et superbus vacatusg Heros Romae, dominus temporis, est victor! THE LAST CHORD Orpheus, we call on the-e to lead This Symphony of '33, Our sonata, of four parts composed, Has been arranged for us, The orchestra, our class, . With string and wood-wind and the brass, Our deeds, our sorrows, joys and hopes, In memory we softly play The varied moods of our sonata, The Aspiration, our first year, With hopes and dreams prepared us For the second-that serious year Of Meditation-sophistication! Ah, the third, a year of Humor-the scherzo, Minuetto, dance, too soon gave way To our last movement-the finale, A v-ein of triumphant joyousness: Ah, list, as now we play The last chord of our Triumph- Commencement Day! IRIS ALBERTINI '33 42 THE PILGRIM , , g 010143111 is cami 21 14114121141014110101:iflioininilnioioincoiuiu1 ll1lini0i0CV:9 .plain xi: 101014 ri' ini: as roiuioiuiuinica WHO'D ,UV THUNK IT WHAT to write?! How to begin-? H'm--Let's see-- While jaunting through the old town -NO. NO, NO! Looking back through the years -oh. pshaw! Ignoring preliminaries, this is, presumably, an Alumni Column, so down to work and years.-Let's take the years 1927 and '28. Looking through the varied prophe- cies of Karl Bittinger, of the Class of 1927, I find he was a little wrong, in fact, quite wrong, and the imagination that man Cahemlj had !-For instance, there is Alice Clough, selling Clough's Clinging Clothes Ctry to say it fastlj. She has been married for quite some time. Show business, I've heard is bad- even for leading men. Maybe that is why Bill Green is seen about town so much. He was to play leading man in The Passionate Prevaricatoru, form- erly named Prudence's Indiscretionsf' Guess it didn't pass the censors. Any- way, it was never released. In the same picture, Alice Eldridge and Mary Hayes, among others, were to be bathing beau- ties. Miss Eldridge is teaching at Mt. Pleasant School, while Mary Hayes is expounding English to the Freshies. Alberto Emerson must have changed his mind a bit. Chumph! do-esn't he know that's a woman's privilege?J for he's flying airplanes fone at a timej in Florida-or at least that was the last report. Arthur Davis must have grown tem- peramental and said, I tank I go home, now -or something, for he's no longer in pictures but clerking in the First National Stores. I guess D. Brown's last scenario was too much for Arthur. And if Daniel Brown is writing plays, it's secondary to his training at art school in the big city. I Doris Boles, another predicted bath- ing beauty, must have beautied quite a bit, anyway, she got her man. Elva Querze, slated to play opposite Green, must have been a good leading lady, for she's married, too. Elizabeth Finney was to be another bather, but found bathing others more profitable, I guess. At any rate she turned out to be a nurse. A 1-114131 1011 Eride Poschi has no twins as yet, but good times are coming and maybe he'll be out of school, sometime-then let's hope for wedding bells. In the meantime, she's working in the Registry of Deeds. Anna Raymond rolled those mag- netic lamps once too often fand then again, maybe notl and so she was married. Her little girl is the cutest thing- Ellis Whiting is doing his running for Jordan Marsh Company instead of in marathons. Charles Swift is in Springfield, Mario Vandini is an ice-man, Louise Lodi's working in Burbank's, William Downie is a mail-carrier, and Warren Bruce works at the Automotive Garage--and that's all for today, ladies and gentle- men, so far as the Class of 1927 is con- cerned, at least. Now for a bit of 1928 news :-- Phyllis Thom was making a portrait with Amedea Galvani as the model, but I guess she's too busy at home to finish it, or maybe the cat jumped into the paint and spoiled it-anyway, no one has ever seen it. Olga Armstrong's Muscle Factory must have lacked muscle because it went on the rocks before it started. Olga, jumped from the frying pan into the tire-she was married, you know-or, perhaps, you didn't. If Vincent Bernagozzi really did build over the whole block around Jordan's Hardware Store, wouldn't you think such a thing would have been notice- able? His corner store must be pretty small or else he rents it to Jordan's so he can spend more profitable moments with Jordan Marsh. Again, the prophecy was wrong-but this time it was Foster Sampson's fault -Regolo Leonardi is not a member of the Board of Selectmen, but a member of the popular Board of Unemployed. Adova Gambini is wise to keep with- in her father's employ, but give her time and find the right corner around which prosperity is hiding and maybe she'll have her own parlor-ice-cream parlor, of course! ri: xi-11010101011riuinioioiuinozo THE Pllifililllflr . 43 Kenneth Crowell isn't president of the bank but maybe some day-if he's a real good boy-he'1l be president of Mitchell-Thomas Company where he is working as a clerk. We have heard that big oaks from little acorns grow. I don't believe Pauline Raymond's Learn While You Laugh system got far in the schools, but someone must have liked it, for she got her pharmacist and is living happily ever after- Alfred Pimental didn't last long as Pearl Axford's campaign manager, for he is teaching-yes, I said teaching- at good old P. H. And Pearl Axford did get her own home, but as to being governor-you'd better ask her. He'd say no, anyway. Margaret Peterson must have tir-ed of her School of Dance. At any rate, she up and did it, too! What, you ask? She put it over-got engaged, silly! Helen Cohen and Caroline Rossi are back from Hollywood. They didn't like the people, or maybe they just didn't photograph well-Caroline works at the Old Colony Theatre and she was a P. G. -but she says the weather's too nice now. My guess is that she likes to sleep mornings. Anyhow she isn't P. G'ing any longer. Marion Douglass is not proprietress of the Wampum Inn , but of her own home-maybe of her husband, too, I don't know g--Ribella Testoni is P. G'ing and May Wood did get married. Frances Shroeder also embarked on the matri- monial venture, and her young son plays in my backyard and he loves to take his hat off.-And Bertha Mitchell has re- mained true to her word-so far-and is a bachelor maid. Now, it really is time to say- Au revoir and pul-leasant dre-ums-until the next tium when - MIRIAM GIFFORD, '33 MEBBE IT'S PERSONAL WE'RE GETTING OF course I'm nerts, a prevarica- tor, and .I don't know what, but here are your sins and secrets, your pet fears and hates, and your loves Cso help me Hannah.J ' Thinking a small, but very import- ant part of his role in the operetta was a bit ragged, Manzotti did a little practicing fat least that's what those concerned called ith in the wings. a few nights before the performance. As a witness to both performances I can read- ily say that the practice really helped. Bussolari, Ferri, Querze, and Fiocchi will gladly relate their experiences of Saturday, April 29, upon request. Fore! Dame Rumor has given me every reason to believe that Mr. Fash fyou know, the fellow on the busy streetb has aspirations of some day be- coming a member of the Hole-in-One fraternity. Did you know that Judy Walker does his track training in the vicinity of Park Avenue? Manager's orders-you know. I'm still wondering what induced Elly Johnson and Roger Clark to P. G.? Have you been observing Dot Testoni and Elsie Ottani lately? Something on the make , I'd say. Ask Tibbetts what became of the flowers that were pinned on him the night of the operetta. There's no place like Chacheeks Pavilion. What do you say, Roncarati? I can't believe it fwould you believe ith but it's true. Tote Raymond has it CI don't mean that it but the other ith so badly that he actually salts his coffee and tries to drink hot dogs. May I suggest that Lavache move in- to 84 Court Street? Creeper James, what you-all been doing around 31 Seaview Street? It's a pity that more people weren't behind the scenes the night of the oper- etta to see Bailey's Show. Ask Mrs. Buck or Miss Hendry. P Incidentally, what has become of those charming gentlemen, Baron von Snoop and the Unknown Reporter? What would you do if someone threw you out of a window fseven feet from the groundj? Don't tell me-go show Gilly Harlow. Another little suggestion-try getting some sleep for a change, Mr. Davis. AS OUR BOYS GO'ON Zana Romano, varsity center for B. C. last season, received the distinc- tion of being rated as one of the best centers in the East. Good boy, Zana. Chiefy Armstrong starred as a member of the N. H. U. varsity basket- ball team. Leno Lenzi was one of the out- standing backs in the Bates-Yale foot- ball upset. Leno, playing in Bates back- field, was credited with the longest run of the game. Sparky Spath starred on the Dean football and basketball varsities and is at present a member of the undefeated varsity baseball team. MRS. B's LITTLE BOY 44 A THE PVILGRIM I ' J' 'f' ffl -H g.- .--,w s-.:- -- - Q, - 1- WE v nu il H F EJ ' mix E f. YA, . ii I .mis Jess- .1 - T ,N 5 ul Q ' g A 1 e zo X -.-..,s.-1'?r H' 4' -H 5-' W -i F The editors wish to make acknowledg- The Echo , Canton High School ment of and express appreciation for the many papers and magazines which we have received this year. We hope that this relation with other schools will continue through a long period of time. DO YOU KNOW THAT :- 1. The Pilgrim receives exchanges from as far northwest as Alaska, as far south as Virginia, and from Plymouth, England, and Athens, Greece? 2. The first school paper publishedjby the Port Jervis High School was The Orange County School Journal in 1897? 3. The Literary Club at Weymouth High School has been revived and is continuing its help for students who are potential college candidates? 4. The subscription price for Sunny Days , the magazine from The Ameri- can College for Girls in Athens, Greece, costs fifty drachmas a year? CApproxi- mately 5.28 in American money.J 5. More than a third of the students enrolled in the Howard High School, West Bridgewater, are taking the straight commercial course? 6. The proceeds from the Senior Class Play, The Valiant helped make possible this issue of The Pilgrim ? COMMENTS AND COMMENDATIONS The Periscopen, Carlisle High School Carlisle, Pennsylvania We enjoyed reading this well-planned paper and particularly liked the poetry. Canton The literary department of your mag- ezine is most interesting. The Exchange is clever. The Chromclen, South Paris, Maine We think that some poetry would im- prove your magazine. The Blue Owl , Attleboro High School, Attleboro This is one of the most interesting magazines that we receive. We always enjoy The Blue Owl. Abhis , Abington High Shool, Ab- ington We found many laughs in the joke section. Little Red Schoolhouse , Athol High School, Athol We enjoyed reading Parents Visit Studyland . Why not try a few more poems? EXCERPTS FROM EXCHANGES Miss Eldsley: I wonder if I'll live to be a hundred. . Mrs. Host: Not if you remain twenty- three much longer. Ferncliff Echo , Lee, Mass. i'Waiter, this soup is spoiled. Who told you ? 4 A little swallow. The Orange Leaf , Orange, N. J. Headlights and lightheads meet at grade crossings. The Climber , West Bridgewater He has two wooden legs. How can he walk ? I guess he just lumbers along. The Wampatuck , Braintree - W, -M ,,,,, 3 ,,,, Q-'l'1,r13.-.n1flIJ ----.,.,...-- .... Q .... 'i ' ' 'I ''?il'1'ii'5iZ'E:iIE ' 'M' ' ' i' i By the Mastermind .:',l auma.Shana'QUQUQDQUQUQHQDH-UQUQPQIlQ1lQliQ4l.flQ PQJPQLUQ lfi PQ D611 lQIl? ll'03'50i Dear Mastermind: I detest children: what can I do to be mean to them? Tuffy Wuffy Dear Wuffy: Establish a chain of Childr-en's Free Saturday Night Baths. Mastermind Dear Mastermind: Who wrote the lines, Breathes there a man with soul so dead? Ima Nutt Dear Nertzy: ' Author unknown. It is rumored that he was an individual foolish enough to visit Mr. Fash during one of his mild and mellow experiments. Mastermind P. S. If dissatisfied, consider the one about the man who attended the Atlan- tic City beauty contest and watched an airplane loop-the-loop while the peach- erinos trotted by. Dear Mastermind: I am a Sophomor-e boy and in love. It is the first time in my life that I have drunk from the fountain of love. I would be deeply grateful to you for all the advice you can give me concerning the nobler sex. ' Kent Helbit Dear Kent: Realizing the unseaworthiness of the craft which you're in fand not being a Dorothy Dixj I have compiled bits of advice for you graciously given by sev- eral eminent members of the class of 1933 CGod bless them, . Henry Gilbert Harlow fPresident of Senior Classj : Be broadminded. Justin Emory Walker lVice-President of Senior Classj : Always true, but never faithful. Peter Precious Ferioli CTreasurer of Senior Classl : Love her and leave her unless you met her while she was in the eighth grade. Joseph K Play Fiddle Playl Querze: See me in person. Warren Girard: If you have a car, give her the air. I personally never have anything to do with girls whatsosever, to speak of, but I once read in a book Cnever mind the titlej that some Prince of Galavanting said: Lie to a girl because she seldom accepts the truth. Keep her until some- thing better comes along. Mastermind Dear Mastermind: What do you consider the greatest folly committ-ed by the American people in the year 1932? Lotta Noive Dear Noivy: Their failure to elect Eddie Cantor President of the United States. Mastermind Dear Mastermind: Would you be so kind as to tell me around just what corner prosperity is? Wotta Hick Dear Hicky: I was told by a fellow, who knows a fellow, who knows a lady, who has an aunt who knows a man, who knows a chorus girl, who knows my pal Winchell, that Walter says that he will find that corner as soon as someone puts a k-ey- hole in that vicinity. Sorry, Hicky, but out of respect for my pal Walla , I think you'll have to wait. Mastermind Dear Mastermind: Who has the most beautiful blue eyes in P. H. S.? Mina Blou Dear Mina: I've looked into many deep, soulful, beautiful, blue eyes fyes, I'm acquainted with Lord Byronl but never have I found a pair equal to those of Cunning fThe.North Plymouth Tornadoj Rag- gazini. ' Mastermind Dear Mastermind: What do you consider the height of embarrassment? Wanna Lurn Dear Wanna: I consider the meeting of two eyes through the same keyhole, the pinnacle of -embarrassment. I Mastermind Dear Mastermind: How did Dot Testoni get that scar over her right eye? Eanie Meanie Dear Meanie: Considering that Dot is a very close friend C???D of mine, I suppose I really shouldn't tell, but you have come unto the Mastermind and he who asketh shall receive an answer. Several years ago, dear little Dot CI think she was a sixteenth of an inch shorter thenb was simply that way about a dashing young fellow whose 46 THE PILGRIM name I choose to withhold for divers reasons. Being shy and retiring even in those days, Dot took it upon herself one day to run about the schoolyard shout- ing at the top of her lungs that Gable Cwe'll have to call him something for the story's sakeb was her fella . Now Gable, possessing more of the Tracey blood ftake your pick, either Lee or Spencerl than Gable, decided that what the girl needed was a bat'n'a head . So picking up a pebble about the size of a pigeon's egg, he, with form and control that would have made Lefty Grove green with envy, brained Dot with said pebble. That is the authentic story of Dot's scar. Someday I will tell you the story of Tid Beever's scar. Mastermind Dear Mastermind: Where was Mos-es when the lights went out? O. Howe Dumm Dear Dummy: Parked at Plymouth Beach. Mastermind Dear Mastermind: Whom do you consider the most prom- ising member of the class of 1933? Mitebe Mee Dear Meeme: Ask Kenneth Tingley and find out why he is. Mastermind Dear Mastermind: After listening to Bussolari's scintil- lating f??D editorial entitled, Let's Play Hockey ' Cyes, hookey was mis- spelledl I thought that there might be a little more behind the whole affair than appears on the surface. Can you enlighten' me upon this subject? Theep Dinker Dear Dinkey: You are right. There is more behind this escapade than appears on the sur- face. Let me say that I, the Master- mind, am well qualified to tell you that the only reason that Bussolari did not join the Hole-In-One fraternity is that a set of left-handed golf clubs could not be located. ' Mastermind Dear Mastermind: I am terribly bored by everything. Can you tell me how and where to find real adventure and trouble? Ham Bishus Dear Porky: Try joining either some, or all, CLord help you if you dob of these noble organ- izations: the Oriole A. C. , South Shore Recreation Association , and the exclusive Hole-In-One fraternity. For further information see Maxie Fiocchi or some of the boys , Mastermind INNAUOIGNOB, '33 7 .. .. ...,.,.,..-.4..51 THE VAl,lAN'l ' A 1.12121 'ro RIGHT: Standing. Howard Slu-rmnn. lloln-ri M'u'lin l'4-orgv lliddm-ll. 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Senior: Because you can't see any change in it. H Sort of Shell Game Well, Ted, what are you doing around this part of the country ? Oh, just getting the lay of the land. A sort of business scout? No, an egg collector. And Anyway, What's a Book or Two Freshie: Say, mister, 'hold these books a minute. Principal: Little boy, don't you know I am principal of this school? Freshie: Oh! That's all right, you look honest. Knowledge Is Power Tommy was fond of squeezing tooth paste out of his shiny new tube. His mother, finding it necessary to limit the amount to the purpose in view, warned him one morning not to take too much. How much may I take? asked Tommy. Oh, a little bit, about the size of a bean. Tommy gave the tube a tremendous pinch and out shot a long ribbon of paste. Tommy! exclaimed his mother. Do you wish to be punished? Is that the size of a bean 'V' Sure, Mom, said Tommy. This is a string bean. Risky ll' you go around handling people without gloves, it is only a matter of time before you tackle a live wire. Cynic Teacher: If you subtract 14 from 116 what's the dilFerence'? Johmwf Yeah, I think ws a lot of foolish- U ness, too. 'llhrift Argument Tommy, isn't it rather extravagant to eat both butter and jam on your bread at the same time? Oh, no, Mother. It's economy. You see the same piece of bread does for both. Truth Above All Boy: No, Mister, I don't want to sell this trout. Angler: Well, just let me measure him so that I can truly say how big the trout was that got away from me. Bedtime Story He: When I woke up this morning, I found all the bedclothes wound tightly around me. She: My, you must have slept like a top. Sins of His Father Ping: They say stupidity can be inherited. Pong: That's no way to talk about your parents. It Only Goes to Show Lady, said the beggar, could you gimme a quarter to get where me family is? Certainly, my poor man, she replied, here's a quarter. Where is your family? And as he edged away he answered, At dc movies. She Wouldn't Flinch He: What would you do if I kissed you? She: I never meet an emergency before it arises. He: And what if one arose? She: I'd meet it face to face. Simple. Isn't It? Motor Cop fto professor of mathematiesjx So you saw the accident, sir. What was the number of the car that knocked this man down? Professor: I am afraid I've forgotten it. But I remember noticing that if it were mul- tiplied by fifty, the cube root of the product would be equal to the sum of the digits re- versed. i THE PILGRIM g Q 1 ni 11111 11:11 icing: ioiocbvioin xoxoxo: if-1014110101 11113 1 1 1 li SENIORS, ARE YOU READY? Of course you are all looking forward 'to graduation. This is the occasion above all others when you must look your hc:-xt. Come in and visit us. Let us show you our exceptionally line offerings in clothing and furnishings especially selected for graduation wear. You will find them styled to the minute and popularly priced. PURITAN CLOTHING COMPANY The Style Store of Plymouth 56 Main Street Plymoutll, Mass. M. D. Costa's Fruit Store A. J. VECCHI, Prop. The Home of Goorl Fruit 40 Court Street Tel. 669 Compliments of Free Delivery JOHN E. JORDAN CO. Established Since 1825 Ti'acle Here with Confidence DR. E. HAROLD DONOVAN Hardware, Paints, Plumbing, Heating, and Sheet Metal WVork When Thefre Is Better W ofrk Done, We Will Do It Compliments of JOHN H. GOVI W. L. MERRILL, M. D. Tailor Main St., Plymouth i PLYMOUTH BAKING CO. Co,mpl7'm'entS of Bread, Pies, and Cakes WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DR. L. B. HAYDEN, M. D. 20 Market Street l'lYm0Ufh Tel. 255-M ARTISTS' MATERIALS Transparent Water Colors India Ink, black and colors A Brushes and Outfit Boxes Oil and Water Colors Slcetching Blocks ' Drawing Papers A. S. BURBAN K Pilgrim Book and Art Shop 50 THE PILGRIM M b 05014114111rinifviucpuifriuiuia 14ni:xiuirxlrriniuiuiuirfiu1u1u1n1u:ryicrioiuiuiuiuq :Q 4 II lil ll II ll ll ll H Ill Q . 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A I 00383836398 i For catalog 01' any further information write to: 2 NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY 2 Boston, Massachusetts !VlIL'l'0N J. SCHLAGENHAUF, Director of Admissions gui- in xuiuilizuubuiniuz 51:11:21: iuiuinioiniuinio: 1203 :ini vi 14111111 og D4 W THE PILGRIM :avi ni: 1 1 1 ini ni xi 10102 I l Burdett Training . T .i r U B . prepares for sales, credit, collec- mms: : 1' tion, accounting, junior execu- rnrul'll1K'll ' :light tive, secretarial, and other 'r business and office poaitions. 'T ' In ividual attention. ollege grade Enstruction. dSeparate courses or men an women. Previous commercial training not required for entrance. Business Administration. Accounting I - 1 Burdett slaflSfICS Executive Secretarial, The past school year: Graduating Stenographfc Secrgtanal' class, Boston, 4213 Lynn, 145. Stenogfaplucy Bflsfnqsss 88 different universities and col- B00kkeel3l-nge Finishing- legesin attendance- EmPl0Vment SUMMER sessions begin JULY 3. Calls CBOSIOH and I-VDD? 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