Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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 !

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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

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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