Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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

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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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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.