Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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?

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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-

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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