Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 70 of the 1934 volume:

Volume XIII Plymouth, Mass., June, 1934 , No. l Published this year as a Senior Year Book 1933 The Pilgrim Staff 1934 Editor-in-Chief - - Florence Armstrong Associate Editor H - 1 Shirley Dutton Literary Editor - - - Lucy Holmes Assistant Literary Editor - - Marion McGinnis Business Manager - - - - Gilbert Andrews Assistant Business Manager - - William Brewster Boys' Athletics - - - - Francis Lavache Girls' Athletics - - Augusta Cappella Art - - - Exchange Editor - Assistant Exchange Editor French Editor - - Latin Editor - Alumni Editor - - Joke Editor - - - Assistant Joke Editor School News Editor Assistant School New Feature Editors - Freshman Editor - ,L ., 4.4, , ,.. ...L S Editor - Maxine Russell - Leroy Schreiber William Pearson Laura Lamborghini - Charles Cooper Jeannette Martin William MacPhail - Harvey Barke Marjorie Belcher - Alba Martinelli lRobert Martin lEleanor Bradford - Mary Bodell TABLE OF CONTENTS COMMENCEMENT PA History of Class of 1934 - Random Shafts ---- Last Will and Testament - Class of '34 Movie Review - Class Prophecy - - - Feature Column - Class Poem - - Slants on Steniors - Trebor the Great - - - The Cathedral Clock - Class Song ----- Pestilential Personals - The Trysting Place LITERATURE Boy, Page Mr. Boston - Precious Treasures just Things - - Contrast - - Catastrophe - - - Tricky Advertisements - A Deserted Street - - - The Power and the Glory - The Old Well ---- Sophomore Poetry Page - The Truth Will Out - - - Wfeep Some More, My Lady! - ls This the End? ---- Glimpses of Tragedy - - Oh, Henry! - - - Take a Tuck in Time - - A Plea -------- Letters We Never Wfrote ---- Slips That Pass in the Study Ha The Story of the Old Man - - Eulogy for Sam ---- The Day's End - A Little Boy Speaks - - To the Tower of Learning - Destinies ------ A Short Story's Short Story - Under the White Cupola ---- Alumni Notes ---- Athletics - - - Foreign Languages French - Latin - Exchanges - Jokes GE 4 5 16 17 17 20 23 24 24 26 27 27 28 29 30 30 30 31 31 32 32 33 34 35 36 36 36 38 39 39 39 40 40 41 41 41 42 42 42 43 44 46 50 S1 S3 57 THE PILGRIM Qlummenrement Qllami nf 1934 IN sincere appreciation of the time and work she has put into the pub- lication of The Pilgrim in this and former years, We hereby dedicate this issue to Mrs, Carl Raymond, our faculty advisor and teacher of Senior English. L a 4 4 THE PILGRIM Class of 1934 Plymouth High School OFFICERS President ....,. . . . Lawrence Michael Bongiovanni Vice-President .... ..,.. W illiam Souther Brewster Secretary ..... . . . Florence Catherine Armstrong Treasurer , . ,..4,.....,..,..... Marion Zandi CLASS COLORS Yale Blue and Silver CLASS MOTTO Ad astra per aspera - To the stars through difficulties CLASS FLOWER Yellow Rose History of the Class of 1934 THAT demon, circumstance, was a prime factor in our struggles toward Commencement Day. Most of us en- tered this world during 1915 or '16 at a time when there raged a war which doubtless eclipsed, to some extent, the importance of the various blessed events. Simple arithmetic, therefore, will show that we began our four-year war to banish Ignorance in 1930 when shekels were scarce and ways of get- ting them scarcer. Energetic Freshmen that we were however, we proceeded to show the town, fand the worldl, that there was still money lying around for those who had the eyes to see it, by successfully engineering two dances, one at the Plymouth Country Club, the other at Memorial Hall. During this school year one of our number, Shirley Dut- ton, wrote the school song which has been used ever since. It was at this time that we had the misfortune to lose one of our classmates, Edward White, who, after a brave fight, fell victim to infantile paralysis. Sophomores! A word which might dampen the ardor of many a second- year man. Yet when lack of funds threatened discontinuance of THE PIL- GRIM, it was the Sophomers who took the honors in getting advertising to meet expenses. The prize-winners were Ruth Buttner, Jeannette Martin, Shirley Dutton, and Gilbert Andrews. In our Junior year many events took place in which we had an active inter- est. Our Junior Prom was a definite social success, while another Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, The Pirates of Penzance, was presented with many Juniors in the cast. It is interesting to note at this time that, since THE PILGRIM had become a Senior year book, two ambitious Juniors, Carlo Guidoboni and Robert Martin, produced several lively issues of a magazine called THE JUNIOR PILGRIM. Our last year at P. H. S. saw a galaxy of Senior stars in the major sports, football and basketball. An inspiring Christmas play, The Cathedral Clock, was produced entirely by Seniors and proved to be one of the best dra- matic presentations of the year. A crowning social success, if not a finan- cial one, was the Senior Dance, man- aged by an able committee. To climax our Senior achievements we produced a one-act play, The Trysting Place, followed by a dance. This enterprise, unlike some of our former endeavors, was financially, as well as socially, suc- cessful. It was, therefore, with a feeling of regret mingled with a sense of ac- complishment that we passed on to our final great project-Graduation. GEORGE FARNELL '34 Lg L, L, ,, 4 THE PILGRIM RANDOM JEAN ANDERSON Down from Manomet On the bus, Every morning She comes to us. JOHN ANDERSON Johnnie's very bashful- He's quiet in a crowd, And, though he has opinions, He'll not voice them aloud. GILBERT ANDREWS What was that that just whizzed by? Why, that was Gilly dancing. He surely picked a fast first love- Just watch the fancy pranc- ing. F LORENCE ARMSTRONG Flossie, you've been a good secretary, And editor-in-chief, too: You've served us well in many ways, V We've nothing but praise for you. DOROTHY BARATTA Dot, you've had some tough breaks, We hope they're ended, too- And may the years bring per- fect health And only joy to you. HARVEY BARKE Harvey,s always talkingg His tongue is never still. He really can't keep quiet- He has too much to uspillf' 5 SHAFTS MARJORIE BELCHER Appointments + commit- tees -- Doing her part - Always working With all her heart. BARBARA BENNETT Hollywood may have its Ben- netts, Famous Constance - sister Joan - But we're sure on any set', Red-haired Brick could hold her own. LAWRENCE BONGIOVANNI Always running 'round, Clearing up a fuss, An important lad, But just Prof, to us! ARTOS BONZAGNI Toots hears the springtime call Of cottage, Wood, and lake- And just as soon as possible, That rustic path he,ll take. ROGER BORGESON Borgy is a lazy lad, But there are times, you bet, When he's as spry as spry can be- That's when she calls him lKPet.3l OLINDO BORGHESANI Lindy,s very bashful- He runs when girls come 'roundg But just the same he's got Clit ,Y His pals, have sadly found. 6 THE PILGRIM EVA BORSARI Eva has aigiggle, A catching one 'tis true, - For, if youlisten very long, Yozfll be giggling, too. BERTHA BOUCI-IARD Bertha drawls each word she says About the boys she's met, But Bert knows what she wants to be, She'll make a good nurse yet. ELEANOR BRADFORD Squanto, Pokey, Elean- or- They call her many names, And can she sell the tickets To plays and football games! J OSEPHINE BREVEGLIERI Jo and Jerry, Wreathed in smiles, Will soon be walking Down church aisles. DAVID BREWER David, the philacelist, In truth the word's well- meant- Knows his stamps from A to Z And from them finds content. WlLLIAM BREWS TER Bill, you're always grinning, You smile the whole day through: No wonder that cute sophy Has fallen hard for you! MICHELE BRIGIDA We thought that he was quiet, This statement we amend: Mike can play the saxophone And it's his bosom friend! HELEN BURGESS Helen wants to have it known There is just one voice That can make her pulses beat And her heart rejoice. HARRY BURNS Tarzan, the fearlessv ls the name: We think it appropriate, Shirley thinks the same. ALYCE BUSSOLARI Popular at dances, On her toes at school, Always ready with a smile,- Quiet, as a rule. RUTH BUTTNER uskippyn always hurries in At half a minute of eight: Shes' never, never early- But almost never late. FRANCIS CALDERA Cal likes to play around With bullets, guns, and knivesg And so it might be safer If cats do have nine lives. THE PILGRIM 7 THOMAS CALLAHAN Tommy's grin Is of great size- But he's shy Of staring eyes. AUGUSTA CAPPELLA Malcolm goes to Amherst, He's Augusta's chief de- light- And, when he comes from college, She sees him every night. RITA CASH Have you seen her ring? One of which she's proud- Note the blissful smile- She's floating on a cloud. ALTON CAVICCHI Spends his time dancing And driving for his dad, Always ready for some fun, What a lively lad! MARY CECCARELLI Mary is a quiet girl, Very studious, too, And always when you meet her, She'll have a word for you. BARBARA CHAPLIN A jolly girl,- We all know Something will be doing Wherever she may go. ALICE CHILDS A flash of red Dashes by, It's Alice-driving, Hair awry. HAROLD CLARK Clarkieis a whizz at basket- ball, But he's famous elsewhere, too, Any night at the Interstate He'll find a seat for you. AGNES COCCHI Think that what she says is true? I never had a crush, -- But just mention one boy's name And, then, watch her blush. ELEANGR COGGESHALL She cooks, she sews, she wash- es- A wonderful wife sheill make. There'd be a rosy future If Eddie this hint would take. LOUISE COGGESHALL In this wondrous life of hers Kenneths come by two's and three's- But one shouldn't make com- plaints- Least of all Louise! HOWARD COREY I-Iowieis always carrying That big brief-case around, It bulges from the books in- side, And almost weighs him down. 8 THE PILGRIM BERNICE CORROW Little girl Gay and sweet, Coal-black curls Short and neat. AMEGLIO CORVINI Ameglio likes chickens, The feailaery kind, 'tis true, And they've become his pride and joy And sole ambition, too. LOIS CUNNINGHAM She used to be a little plump, Then she went on a diet, Please give us your prescrip- tion, And maybe we shall try it. MARY DeCOST This girl likes fruit a-plenty, A special kind, 'tis true, And we don't blame you, Mary, We like bananas, too. CHARLES DRETLER Chuck', is rather chubby- He's good-natured just the same, And in the years to come, we'll bet As a wrestler he'll gain fame. ALICE DUBE Alice seemed to be So very shy Until she rode up On a ferris wheel high. SHIRLEY DUTTON What shall we say of our Shirley? She's small and efficient and neat, She's also a very fine speaker: In fact, she,s hard to beat. GEORGE FARNELL- You are quite a student- A good pianist, too, And you merit lots of luck- And of troubles-very few! JOHN FERREIRA Some day John ls going to earn fame, As a great architect He'll make a name. RUTH GARDNER Ruth is very talkative When she meets a boy. A conversation with a fellow Always gives her joy. KATHARINE GHENT Kay, of all the memories Poignant to recall- Just A Year Ago Tonight Is tenderest of all. RALPH GIVEN He has his heart still on his sleeve, His rhythm in his toes- You'd think she'd know she's lucky, This girl, with all her beaux. THE PILGRIM 9 IRENE GOLDEN Goldy's', most proud Of her tiny feet, A Winsome lass, And very petite AUGUST GOMES Augie went to Granite Lake, Augie joined a camp, Augie stopped some B.B. shot And fled the brunette vamp. ze ez RALPH GOODWIN Doc's an athlete Through and through, Boys like him Are all too few. BARBARA GRANT She drives past In a fine car. Hey, Barby, Going far? K-ENNETH GRAY A thesis caused him worry, But he had friends about, And t'is said that in study periods He, also, helps others out. ANDREW GUERRA Iride is very sweet, S0 says Andy, so We must take his word for it- U You see, we wouldn,t know. CARLO GUIDOBONI He wears a great big frown- Looks ready for a fight- But who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? His bark is worse than his bite. FRANCE S HALL She has many boy-friends, They keep her in a whirl: Whitman, Maine, and West Point- All boys like this girl. HELEN HARLOW Sophisticated, blazel, A walking fashion-plate- She is a finished dancer, And an expert on a date. JOAN HARLOW Bundles is a package Full of joy and mirth- And she thinks that Sparky's The greatest thing on earth. DOROTHY HOLMES Dot,s our pianist when we want Music that is new. She knows all the latest songs And she,ll play them all for you. HOWARD HOLME S He doesn't seem to like the girls, But don't relax-beware! He's one of those strong, si- lent men, At heart a Woman-slayer. 10 THE PILGRIM MARIE HURLE Brunette tresses, Eyes of blue, Friendly girl, We all like you. IDA KNIGHT Pete knows that, if you do your work, You will get somewhere- And there are girls who gain from this And let ber do their share. LAURA LAMBORGHINI A's are her hobby As everyone knows, Intelligence shines From her head to her toes. IRENE LaROC QUE She has the sweetest little grin, Which she always showsg We hope that some day she will win That nice blonde boy she knows. FRANCIS LAVACHE Fat is a boy Who's hard to beat, Who likes a girl Pretty and petite. LENA LOCATELLI Little Lena's never heard- Tiny, quiet, meek: We wonder if she says a word,- We seldom hear her speak. ANNA MacDONALD Anna had the measles- Dick saw her every day, We think 'twould take a cy- clone To keep her Dick away. WILLIAM MacPI-IAIL Schnozzle,', Po -e e, or P Y the Baron - He can mimic Cantor, Mac's a man of ready wit: The proof is in his banter. AN GELINA MALAGUTI Angie is the nearest girl That we've ever seen- She can make her whole ward- robe With the help of her sewing machine. NORINA MANZI Rina's efficient, She wears quiet clothes,- She's always with Hilda W'herever she goes. J EANNETTE MARTIN Jeannette is always working, But working is just one joy, Oft when you see her busy- She's busy with a boy. Q JOHN MARTIN A wisecracker great is John- ny: Kidding's his favorite game. On Broadway, he'd,equal the best of them all, And make for himself a name. THE PILGRIM 11 ROBERT MARTIN Buddy is a busy bee And flits from flower to 'Kflowerf' But when you want a job well done, He'll do all that's in his power. HILDA MEDEIROS Hilda, you're another talker Gossiping of everyone, Discussing all our bad points- Is that your idea of fun? MARION MILBURN Marion is a jolly person, Always giggling, always gay: She has a smile for everyone At any time of day. MURIEL MINOTT In almost every study You get an even A, You rate that way with Eddie- A lucky girl, we'cl say. MILDRED MITCHELL Her diamond shines, Her smile does, toog We hope she finds That Smoke is true. JOSEPHINE MONTANARI Jo is very, very bright- She plays the piano, too, And when you sample her bow knots, There's a treat in store for you. FREDERICK MORTON Fred dreams in the daytime So he may sleep at night, He always has spring fever: He's in a frightful plight. RUTH MURPHY Mrs, Curtis lost her swaing To find him she could not- Look beneath the divan, dear, And youill spy Luuncelot. BEATRICE NIGHTINGALE BLANCHE NIGHTINGALE Beatrice and Blanche, you often walk To Junior High at one o'clock And with the school bus driv- ers talk- You sisters! Which is Blanche and which is Bea Is something no one ever sees, For you're as alike as two small peas, You sisters! MARIE PARENTEAU Marie, we've caught you! You've got a crush! Just mention Eddie And watch her blush. EMMA PAUL Babe has a way Of finding out Secrets we'd rather Not have about. V i l i T r M 12 THE PILGRIM GULA PEASE Iggy is a quiet lass Who pays attention in every class. The business ladder she will climb, Success will come to her in time. DOROTHY PERKINS Dot was the maker of the Three Little Pigs And the old wolf big and bad, And she was also Mrs. Briggs In a play we Seniors had. HILDA POSCHI Always smiling, V Always gay, Is it Chet Makes you that way? MARY PRENTICE Sis comes down from Forges Farm, Where all the animals are: She may ride horses when at home, But she rides to school in her car. DORIS PRETONI Doris, you don't say much, But we know 'tis true Pete plays an important part In everything you do. MARGARET RAYMOND Tall-athletic- You know the way: Sheis down from Long Pond Every day. WILLIAM RAYMOND Although he's good in history, He rarely speaks at all- Perhaps his mind is wander- ing To the bat and ball. MILDRED REIGEL She plays the piano- She's slender and fair- She's the talented girl Joe Pioppi can't spare. LAURA RICHMOND Laura's quite a singer- A high soprano sheg She warbles all the high notes In any melody. GEORGE RIDDELL Why anyone should call him Boof No one seems to know: Perhaps at Jabez Corner They could tell you, though. MARY RILEY We wonder why y0u,re al- ways smiling. Is it because your marks are high? Or is it J from Dorchester XVho keeps the twinkle in your eye? ROBERT ROCK Are you, perhaps, too lazy-- Is it too warm in bed Ever to get up when you D should, You hopeless sleepy-head? THE PILGRIM 13 DUNHAM ROGERS When he isn't making bas- ketsf' Duck'em's,' riding in his car. Some day he'll just keep go- ing, And he surely will go far. ELEANOR RON CARATI Lena is a new addition To our little town- Though she hasn't been here long With boys she's gained re- nown. THOMAS RONCARATI He's loyal to one love alone, But, girls, here's my advice: If you would keep your hearts at home, Don't look at Tommy twice. LOUISE ROSE Pretty girl, Tall and thin- Does her tasks With a grin. CARMINO ROSSETTI Carmino, you're a bright boy- With marks all A or B, And all of this would seem to prove To knowledge you'vc found the key. DAVID RUSHTON Why do they call you Scoot- ern? Why don't you object? For We,ll tell you very frank- ly- It's the worst name we've heard yet. MAXINE RUSSELL Maxine has worked unceas- ingly To decorate for our class: Joy and success in her chosen field Wfe wish for this talented lass. CHARLES RYAN Charley has a friendly grin And a mop of red, red hair. Wherever you see Helen, Charley's probably there. ELEAN OR RYAN- Deedy spends summers at , Saquish Where the moonlight is per- fectly great. If you don't believe it, ask her,- She'll be very glad to relate. WARREN SAMPSON Wherever you go, there's Sampy- In each play he takes a part. He's also quite a lady's man, And his dancing is truly an art. JOSEPH SAYRE When Joe works after school hours, He's a grocery clerk, it's trueg But, while he's in the build- ing, It's messenger work he must do. LAURA SCAGLIARINI Oh, Laura dearly loves to dance, And jumps at each and every chance To trip the light fantastic toe Gliding to music soft and low. 14 META SCI-IORTMAN Meta, you have far to walk Wherever you want to 'g0, For from your house to the center of town Is a long, long way, we know. LeROY SC HREIBER Well, I don't know, I guess- , he says When called upon in schooli And he can draw some bright cartoons,-- But he's bashful as a rule. GEORGE SILVIA George is a boy who likes to dance, One can see that at a glance- For at every school dance, George is there- Dapper, spry, and debonair. LILLIAN SKULSKY Lil always likes to take her time, She can't be blamed for that. And she's a nifty dresser, too- Neat skirt, blouse, shoes, and hat. JOSEPH STEFANI Wink, oh, wink, our class- mate Joe! How we wonder how you know When to close your big brown eye When the teacher's not close by? HERBERT SURREY When shades of nights are falling, Our Herbie travels down The road that leads to Man- omet From dear old Plymouth - town. ASHLEY SWIFT Ashley's another classmate Who is a baseball man: He listens in on all the games, For he's an ardent fan. VINCENT TASSINARI Vinnie likes to argue Anytime or anywhere, Class meeting is the best place: He's always debating there. ANGELA TAVERNELLI Angie is a busy girl: ' When school is over-then She hustles off to go to work In the 'Qfive and ten. MARY TORRANCE Curly-headed Mary Intends to be 'a nurse, An excellent profession: She surely could do worse. FRANCIS TRASK Francis has a sense of humor As his stories alliwill tell, But he's not content with writing, He's a player of chess as well. JOSEPH VACCHINO Chip, there's one thing in this High School That you haven't learned at all, And that's the list of rules About talking in study hall. THE PILGRIM 15 KATHRYN VOLK Kathryn and Millie Are always togetherg Never apart Whatever the weather. MARIO VOLTA You ought to be in pic- turesf' Gable would envy you, And that isn't all, we'll say,- XVe,ve found your pals do, IIO0. PAUL WARNSMAN Paul is our popular tenor Who broadcasts over the air. Listening to his love songs Would banish every care. ROMAYNE WENDERGREN Wendy is fair And pretty to see, So Chipper thinks- And we -must agree. ELIZABETH WOOD W00die is a little flirt, The boys all think she's swell, At every dance to which she goes She is the leading belle. HARRY YOUNG Do you want a play well lighted? Are there color effects that are new? Then call for electrician Harry, He's the one for you. SEVERINA ZAMMARCHI Always most collected and calm, Never worried or blue, She's an ace in all her studies, And an ace on the dance floor, too. MARION ZANDI Just watch her playiing hockey! She surely is a wow: And her greatest life's am- bition Is to teach beginners how. LOUISE ZUCCHI Louise, you are a quiet girl, A model for you we seek- Hear Edna Wallace Hopper: She'll teach you how to speak! 16 THE PILGRIM Last W iil and Testament WE, the illustrious and benevolent class of 1934, the victims of this hectic age of inflation and recov-ery, about to make our iinal departure from P. H. S., deem it wise, expedient, and indicative of our profound gratitude to bequeath the following to those who have sustained us in our exigencies: To Mr. Shipman: An eighty-pint hat and a lariat for further impersonations of Tom Mix. We might throw in a six-shooter, to complete the effect, of course, but it must not to b-e used in subduing recalcitrant seniors. To Mrs. Raymond: Another English IV, period 2 class equally appreciative of Shakespeare's art and symbolical Christmas dramatic productions. To Miss Brown: A new set of sorely- needed maps: a luxurious Moroccan leather-cover-ed armchair to substitute for those harassed desk tops, whose pro- testing squeaks weihave so often heard, and another Caldera to carry on. To Mr. Bagnall: Bigger and better world problems to discuss with Corey's successor, and another Riddell to smirk at when reading Girl Scout notices. To Mr. Fash: A book on the duties of a host. If the entire Physics class be- come guests, by June we may actually have a social period. To Miss Carey: A book of philosophy to supply those instructive proverbs for the coming year. Remember the old standby, Learn to say 'no'g it is better than knowing how to read 'French' 'Z To Miss Wilber: A red, silk cushion to take the place of that mis-used L-atin dictionary and a man-trap fto be em- ployed, of course, in catching prowlers at Latin club meetingsj. To Miss Judd: A dozen of Lily Pons' records as a tribute to her truly marvelous voice. She may borrow the victrola in Room 15 without hurting our feelings in the least. To Mr. Smiley: A feline with zip- per attachment to facilitate the oper- ation of dissection. To Mr. Young: An extensive tract of land, behind the new school build- ing, in which to raise chickens, pota- toes, corn, spinach, garlic, cauliiiower, suniiowers, rags, bottles, old shoes, razor blades, ...t oh, there we go again! To Mrs. Buck: Another bass to hit the high notes, one which may be used as an example for the tenors. To Miss Kelly: More school regula- tions to enforce so punctually at 7:45 a. m. To Mrs. Swift: Our sincerest best wishes! May you continue to elucidate the principles of grammar to attentive sophomores. To Mr. Pioppi: Encouragement: the stirring of one grain of sand may precipitat-e the avalanche. By 1943 we shall probably see a high school or- chestra that will put Walter Damrosch and Ermes Manzotti to shame. To Miss Rafter: Shoes with cleated, leather heels: stealthy approaches sometimes prove embarrassing for un- suspecting students in the study hall! To Miss Locklin: A new, unbridged volume on the improved methods of chalk-twirling. To Mr. Smith: A picture of him- self, opportunely snapped at Manomet Beach, to be hung in Room 125 about which he may say, No, children, that is not Samson or Mr. Sandow,--that is yours truly 1 To Miss Jacques: A large sign dis- playing the correct pronunciation of her name. What is it,-Jarks, Jaks, Zharks, or Zhaks? The Winner gets a rubber doll! To Mr. Mongan: A list of alibis, no longer acceptable, which are often ad- vanced by Seniors as a means of gain- ing admission to the Freshman domain. America for Americans and the Fresh- man girls for the Freshmen! To Miss Dowling: Congratulations on her return to health! To Miss Humphrey: A set of rubber book ends to thwart the mischievous at- tempts of early arrivals in Room 1. To Miss Hendry: A new set of elec- tric ranges: maybe, after a while, some one will build a new school around them. To Miss Lang: New typewriters without keyboards: this would elimi- nate the necessity of repeating, Keep your eyes of the keyboard. To Miss Johnson: A platform like that in Room 28. It would be useful in adding height. To Miss Coombs: A small, portable radio with which to while away the many hours when there is absolutely nothing to do! To Mrs. Garvin: A basketball team! . . . Enough said! To the Freshman Faculty: Congrat- ulations for having successfully weath- Continued on page 48 THE PILGRIM 17 CLASS OF 1934 MOVIE REVIEW Outward Bound-Class of 1934 Only Yesterday-We were lowly Frosh Strictly Dynamite-Barbara Bennett Let's Be Ritzy-Class Banquet Blood Money-Oh, those class dues! Dancing Lady--Severina Zammarchi The Dark Hazard-That last report card Lady Killer-Alton Cavicchi I Like it That Way-Study minus teach- ers The Chief-Coach Bagnall Captured-Marie Parenteau by Ed- die B. From Headquarters-Caldera to the office Design for Living-Boy's Home Econ- omics Class Tarzan the Ape Man--Harry Burns Her Bodyguard-Ritafs Cliff Pilgrimage-Our visits to P. H. S. in years to come S. O. S. Iceberg-Jeannette's midwinter swims This Day and Age--What are we com- ing to? The Thundering Herd - Lena Ronca- rati's boy friends ' Too Much Harmony-Senior quartet Storm at Daybreak-Hurrah! No school The Comeback-At Whitman next year, we hope Golden Harvest-When we're all mil- lionaires The Border Legion-Shall we graduate? Melody in Spring-Just spring fever It Ain't No Sin-To fall for a Fresh- man Advice to The Lovelorn-In Room 12 The Show-Off--A certain usher Laughing Boy-Kenneth Gray Stage Mother-Dorothy Perkins Song of Songs-Our Class Song The Last Trail-From June 1 to 21 Transatlantic-In Augie Gomes' canoe The Trumpet Blows-Vincent Tassinari Waltz Time-Commencement Stand up and Cheer-We're on our way out! The editors wish to express their indebtedness to the Commercial De- partment for typing the copy for this issue of The Pilgrim. Class Prophecy THE years following the graduation of the class of 1934 were boom years for Plymouth. Prosperity reigned, and now, in 1959, just a quarter of a cen- tury later, Plymouth has attained an unexcelled greatness as an industrial and commercial center. As a result, Plymouth has been selected as the site for the world's fair of 1959. Shall we make a little visit to the fair? Maybe we can find some of our old classmates, through whose efforts this spectacle was made possible. A blare of trumpets announces a parade. The magnificent figure swing- ing the baton is George Boof Riddell, who got his training fand uniformJ from Interstate. Next comes Vinnie Tassinari with his cornet drowning out the other mem- bers. Fred Morton, with his fiute toots a toot or two, too, while Helen Burgess is playing the steam calliope. My! what a magnificent parade! Here comes the Chamber of Commerce. Their leader, Francis Lavache, wear- ing a big red ribbon across his front, is accompanied by President Andrew Guerra. The Vice-President, Alton Ca- vicchi, isn't here. He stopped in at Joe Stefani's combination soda foun- tain, booke shoppe, quick lunch,-and drug store for a frappe! Anyway, no one seems to miss him. Vice-Presidents are like that, you know. Now come the cabinet members. Howard Corey, Secretary of State, has hunted in Africa, India, Borneo, and on the Carver Plains. Wonder what he lost? The Postmaster General, Roger Borgeson, is riding with Marion Zandi, Secretary of the Treasury, and Francis Caldera, Secretary of Labor. The last in this group is John Martin, Secretary of the Navy. He has a battleship tat- tooed on his chest and, whenever it fires a broadside, it rattles his teeth and gives him a headache. The protection it affords is well worth the discomfiture, though. Next in the parade, riding in her new 1959 Rolls Rough made by the August Gomes Motor Company, comes Florence Armstrong, first woman Chief Justice. She is accompanied by mem- bers of her court, Frances Hall, Mary Ceccarelli, and Meta Shortman. The parade is concluded by a detach- ment of Marines, led by Sergeant Sur- rey, staggering under his silver braid. l 18 THE PILGRIM fYes, gold is still shunned in America like shaving soap in Russiaj. Feeling hungry after the parade, we stop in at Golden's Cafe. The pro- prietress, Irene Golden, says that good hash is never made,-it just accum- ulates. H-ere comes the waitress, Alice Dube, champion dish-juggler of seven counties. Am I mistaken or is that Katherine Ghent and Margaret Raymond at that corner table? Yessir, it's the two fore- most leaders of women's clubs in the country arguing about, Which came first, the chicken or the egg ?,' Turning to Gilbert Andrews, who has just en-- tered, Katherine put the question, Which came first, the chicken or the eggip: Well, now, let me see, said Gilbert, in lieu of the homogenious conglom- eration of scientifically expounded data, and carefully considering the phraseo- logy of the technicalities therein, inas- much as the potential.ities suggested are manifestly inaccurate, I should say- yes, of course, certainly, no doubt, doubtless, undoubtedly, without a doubt. Having relieved the ladies' minds, Andrews, whom we suspect of being an absent-minded professor, sat down to his dinner. We left then, but later Norina Manzi, another waitress, con- firmed our suspicions. Andrews, it seems, had scratched his waffle, and poured syrup down his back. Leaving the restaurant, we hear a droning up above. Angela Tavernelli. one of the guides, informs us that it's Joseph Sayre bringing Jean Anderson, Barbara Bennett, and Romayne Wen- dergren hot from Hollywood to take part in a spectacular stage show at the fair. Joe and his stratosphere taxi are in popular demand. Next we enter Ruth Buttner's gown shoppe for a moment to see the latest Paris fashions. Well, if it isn't Ruth herself, giving Louise Zucchi and Rita Cash a sales talk. You know, Louise and Rita need a new gown to wear to the bridge tournament at Lois Cunning- ham's tonight. We hear that, if Hilda Poschi and Mildred Mitchell promise not to trump their partners' aces mor-e than six times in one evening, they may go, too. As we watch Alyce Bussolari and Mildred Reigel modeling some gowns, Marjorie Belcher, publicity and financi- el expert, and general manager of the fair, enters to see about some new uni- forms for her assistants, Lena Locatel- li, Marie Parenteau, and Mary Tor- rance. We have to leave now, as Dorothy Baratta, a guide, informs us that the side-show is now open. As we depart, we see a poster reading, IF YOU ARE IN THE MOOD, JOIN MARY PREN- TICE'S MOODIST COLONYF' On our way over .to the side-show we pass the tennis courts. Jeannette Mar- tin, after years of practice with her husband, an expert, shows rare form in beating Severina Zammarchi, a play- er of no mean ability. As we round the corner, we are bowled over by a gust of-oh, it's only Lawrence Bongiovanni letting off steam from the platform of the side-show. We enter in spite of him and see, swinging from a rafter, Tarzan Hairy Burns and Harvey Barke who have gone back to nature. On the first platform we see George Musclebound Silva, the strong man, performing Herculean feats of strength. Other members of the troup of acrobats are Charles Ryan, Augusta Cappella, and Kathryn Volk. Next we see Eleanor and Louise Cog- geshall, the Nightingale twins, Blanche and Beatrice, Ruth Gardiner, Joan Harlow, and Gula Pease in a chorus number. Now on the next platform we see Eleanor Ryan-and they're still hang- ing around her neck, only this time it's snakes, not boy friends. Next we come upon Davy Brewer chipping out arrowheads,-the chiseler. We always thought that a scallop was how horses ran, until he told us it was the result of a Blackfoot barber party. Lillian Skulsky, Ida Knight, and Hilda Medeiros, painted bronze to fool the public, do an Indian dance which is received with much applause. Maybe it's because gentlemen prefer bronze. As a rare treat we see George Far-- nell, who has been transplanted from his woodland hermitage to the Zulu Vil- lage. John Ferreira, cave-man EX- TRODINAIRE, looks simply ducky in his new leopard skin. The last thing on the program is a wrestling match between Robert Rock and Ralph Given. Too bad Ralph was disqualiiied for hiring Carmino Rosset- ti, professional hog caller, to gr-unt for him. THE PILGRIM 19 Leaving the side-show, we enter the theater owned by Messrs. Anderson and Bates. As we enter, we are impressed by the murals painted by Dorothy Per- kins and Maxine Russell. The ushers, Bernice Corrow and Mary DeCost, find us some excellent seats. On with the show! A, news reel flashes upon the screen and we see Eleanor Bradford, women's swimming champion, and Wilfred Huntley thrashing their way through the HZOI Miss Bradford won because Wilfred had so many lead medals on his suit he could hardly swim. The newsreel then transfers us to the laboratory of Robert Martin, chief sci- -entist for the Interplanetary Transpor- tation C'ompany. We see Robert work- ing on a disintegrator for ridding solar space of dangerous comets and meteors. William Brewster, President of the company, is conferring with Artos Bonzagni and William Raymond, consulting engineers, while Emma Paul, secretary, drums her pencil, complac- ently chews her gum, and waves to Marion Milburn and Angelina Malagu- ti, passers-by. The next picture is Hashed upon the screen, and we see William MacPhail, America's gesticulating jester, and Elizabeth Wood, as his glamorous lead- ing lady, in a little comedy titled THE NUDER GENDER. The show being concluded by a short chorus number starring Ruth Murphy, assisted by Doris Pretoni, Marie Hurle, and Josephine Breveglieri, we enter the fairway once more and continue our stroll. Soon we come upon Howard Holmes, Olindo Borghesani, and Joseph Vac- chino brutally throwing baseballs at harmless milk bottles. We understand that Ralph Goodwin and Thomas Ron- carati dropped in here yesterday and had to send for Warren Sampson and his five-ton truck to carry home the chocolates. We drop into Charlie Dretler's mam- MOTH clothing establishment to ask, How's business ? Charlie says, Don't speaking so loudly by the deadl' Leaving Charlie, we pass Agnes Cocchi's wax museum. My word! there's one of the dummies right in the door. Say, that looks familiar. Yes, it's Ashley Swift, ticket-chopper de- luxe, taking a little cat nap. Feeling a little warm, we drop in at Michele Brigida's lemonade stand for a refreshing drink. By the taste, we strongly suspect that only a pint of fruit acid and artificial flavor was need- ed to make ten gallons, yet we gladly accept one on the house cheerfully proffered by Eva Borsari, the waitress. Right next to Brigida's place Bertha Bouchard runs a do-nutte shoppe. Re- member a quarter of a century ago when Miss Locklin asked, What do we mean when we say the whole is greater than any of its parts? and Bertha whispered, A restaurant doughnut? Well, after sampling her pastry, we surely agree. We're not surprised to find Dunham Rogers, expert profes- sional basket-ball player, in here, too. As you know, athletes must have whole-sum food. We stop for a moment to see our friends, Phyllis Smith and Barbara Grant, who are giving a party in their penthouse tea room. We are pleasantly surprised to find there Muriel Minot, ace newshound, Josephine Montanari, world traveler and lecturer, and Bar- bara Chaplin, beautician, Cwho operates the old skin game.J Muriel, whom we shall nickname vacuum cleaner, fif you want to know why, ask the authorj informs us that Shirley Dutton has ac- cepted the position of French instructor aboard the Ille de France III. Harold Clark, she said, 'fused to be a teller in Thomas C'allahan's bank because he is a collector of rare coins and being in contact with so much money could sure- ly find some rare old vintages-pardon me, I mean mintagesf' Too bad, he was found to have quite a collection of the newer variety, too. Then we meet Laura Scagliarini, sec- retary of the Corvini Detective Agency, and Laura Richmond and Alice Childs, superintendents of the Carver Memor- ial Hospital. Wandering about the grounds again, we come upon a crowd milling about one of the booths. Elbowing our way in closer, we see the world's checker cham- pion, Leroy Schreiber, enjoying himself at the three overturned shells. Mum- bling something about the hand is quicker than the eye , he places a pea under one and deftly switches them around. Ladies, gentlemen, friends, and those of you who crawled under the canvas, I will now show you that the hand is quicker than the eye. Beneath which of these petite white shells does the little legume repose ? fWaxing a Continued on page 52 20 THE PILGRIM NAME NICKNAME HOBBY AMBITION Jean Anderson Andy,' Talking in study hall To live at Whitehorse Florence Armstrong Duchess Impressing people with To drive a red fire-truck learned words Dorothy Baratta Dot Interrogating To be a private secretary Marjorie Belcher Lefty Talking-and how! To be an interior decorator Barbara Bennett Brick Dancing To be a chorus girl Eva Borsari Eve Swimming To find Adam Bertha Bouchard Bert Bobby ? Domesticity Eleanor Bradford Squanto Camping To marry a backwoodsman Josephine Breveglieri Jo Gerry To be a model Helen Burgess Lankyy' Chewing gum To be a dietician Alyce Bussolari B11SSY A certain basketball To be a secretary hero Ruth Butther Skippy Boats and such! To sail around the world Augusta Cappella Cappy Sports A To get a monopoly on the ball Rita Cash Cobby Play-fighting with Cliff Anything, as long as Cliff is there Mary Ceccarelli May Chattering rapidly To own a movie theatre Barbara Chaplin Babs Eating candy Always to have her own way Alice Childs Red Drawling To talk like Edna Wallace Hopper Agnes Cocchi Agnes fIt's a deep secretll To be 2' hairdI'eSSer Eleanor Coggeshall El Tucker To surprise the world Louise Coggeshall Coggsie Pete TO SYOW Wings Bernice Corrow Bernie Whispering To be a perfect speller Lois Cunningham Logi Singing To shrink ,to-! Mary DeCost Costy Sewing To be a gigolette Alice Dube Allie Writing gruesome stories To rival Edgar Allen Poe Shirley Dutton Shorty Robbing the cradle T0 be somebody Big Ruth Gardner Rags Augie To be a snake charmer Katherine Ghent Kay Committees To be an authoress Irene Golden Goldy', Just plain Sam To be an aviatrix Barbara Grant Barby Collecting Scotties T0 get 2 tomatoes in 21 tomato sandwich Frances Hall Fran Guarding the oifice To be a Baroness Munchausenn Helen Harlow Helen Skipping homelessons To get RWHY with it Joan Harlow Bundles Fooling To be a telephone operator Dorothy Holmes Holmesie Tickling the ivor-ies To meet that guy Gershwin Marie Hurle Minnie Selling tickets 3,tReVe1'e To win a 6 day bicycle race Ida Knight A ma Writing poetry To be a poet Laura Lamborghini Polly Excelling To edit an Advice to the Love- lorn column IYGHG LHROCQUG Froggy Taking chances To get a certain job Lena Locatelli Lena Being quiet To iind a secluded corner Anna MacDonald Ann Dick H. To be a great artist A Ange1aMa1aguti Angie Sewing To be a nurse Norina Manzi Rina Reading wild west stories To take life easy Jeannette Martin i'Missing Taking icy dips To acquire a bear skin N Hilda Medeiros Hilda Gossiping To be able to take rapid dictation Marion Milburn Milly Drawing Pete ' Muriel Minott Muriel Giggling To get that Man-+V Mildred Mitchell Smoky Riding with Smoky To keep house for M. A. Josephine Montanari Ducky Music To go to B. U. School of Music Ruth Murphy Franz Straining the piano To be a famous dancer THE PILGRIM 21 NAME Nici-:NAME Honey AMBITION Beat,-ice Nightingale Bea 7Arranging her hair To be a circus queen Blanche Nightingale Blanche Arranging her hair To marry a bus driver Marie Parenteau Rec Listening to crooners Eddie Emma Paul Red! Teasing the boys To be or not to be:-brunette or titian-haired Gula Pease Iggy Making impish faces To lzlave a perfect attendance rec- or Dorothy Perkins Perky The 3 Little Pigs To keep away the big bad wolf Hilda Poschi Hilly Going to Wareham To settle down Doris P1-etoni Toni Dancing with Pete To be an empress Mary Prentice Sis Riding horses To stay on Margaret Rrayrnond Peggy Injuring her anatomy To have a magic carpet for quick transportation Mildred Reigel Millie Chumming with Kath- To enhance Manotti's Trouba- erine Volk dours' Laura Richmond Lolly Smiling To be an opera star Mary Riley Riley Eating J from Dorchester Eleanor Roncarati Lena Dancing To graduate Louise Rose Rosie Getting a tan To grow taller! Maxine Russell Freddy Sketching To be a commercial artist Eleanor Ryan Dede Galloping at Saquish To own a kennel dunes! Laura Scagliarini Scag Stan To be the Presidents secretary Meta Schortman Meta Walking To become a famous coutouriere Lillian Skulsky Lil Taking her time To Hnd some ambition Phyllis Smith Phil Giving vent to inces- To be a dancer sant vollies of con- versation Angela Tavernelli Angel Being the Million Dol- To be one of the best lar Baby in the 5 and 10 cent store Mary Torrance fHi!D Nellie Being agreeable To be a nurse Kathryn Volk Kathy Shadowing Millie To be a vamp Romayne Wendergren Wendy Looking pretty Tojattend two dances at the same ime Elizabeth Wood Lizzy Throwing a line To get around Severina Zammarchi Jiggsy Sweets from the sweet To go places Marion Zandi Sandy Keeping track of her To go to Posse-Nissen dates Louise Zucchi S'keets Drawing To go to Roseland B O Y S .-. John Anderson Swede Skipping homework To be a physics professor Gilbert Andrews Gilly Fastening angora but- To roller-skate around the corri- tons dor HRFVGY BSIK6 Toots Bothering Miss Wilber To be a Walter Winchell Laurence Bongiovanni Professor Operas and opera stars To preside at a model class meet- mg Artos Bonzagni Toosies Peddling groceries To sleep Well Roger Borgeson Borgy Doing nothing To do nothing? Olindo Borghesani Lindy Being shy C?J To drive a racing car David Brewer Dave Model airplane building To invent a new gyroplane William Brewster Bill Horses, shooting, and To be an Isaac Nimrod Walton fishing Michele Brigida Mike Playing the sax To be right in physics-once! , 4 22 THE PILGRIM NAME NICKNAME HOBBY AMBITION Harry Burns Tarzan Sh! It might cause fire- To understand Latin works! Francis Caldera Cal Kidding the faculty To be a chef Th0II1aS Callahan Rat Saying little, if any- To be a pool shark thing A1l10nCaViCCl'1i Elly Eating bananas You'd be surprised! Harold Clark Clarky Basketball To be boss usher at the Inter State Howard Corey Hitler Talking about nothing To be a sheik An1e8li0 Corvini Melio Raising chickens To sell them Charles Dretler Honey Cooking To be another Samson Ge0reeFarne11 Georgie 'Walking the beach on To crack a good joke! Sunday John Ferreira Johnny Immaculateness To be an architect Hllpn Given Givier Leading a curly-haired To be an 'iA8zP manager miss over a waxed door August Gomes Augieu Woman slaying To referee a good iight Ralph Goodwin HDOCH L0OklI1g like HBI'bB1'i- T0 Own 3, flea Circus Marshall Kenneth Gray Kennyi' Scratching a fingernail To lead a jazz band on the blackboard Andrew Guerra Andy Arguing about nothing Tg Win the argument Carlo Guidoboni Cl,ldl0ChH Kiddjng 'em He lacks it KQD Howard Holmes HOWi91' Minding his own busi- To conquer these guy-15 ness Francis Lavache Fat Keeping company with? To be 3 football hero William MacPhail Mac Drawing l3itCne1'S To be a 'KScandals producer John Martin Jack Proving a point To be a Cgmmunigt Robert Martin Buddy Acting in all scholastic To live in the year A, D. 2500 dramatic productions Frederick Morton Fred Dreaming 1 Wonder William Raymond Billn Wondering Te be a baseball p1eyer George Riddell Boof Walking to Jabez Cor- T0 be a travelling salesman ner Robert Rock Bob Staring at the floor To be e future Souuenberg Dunham Rogers Dl1Ck'eln Making baskets A uew Ceu- Thomas Roncarati T0mrI1y Getting off teams be- To get back on again cause of injuries Carmino Rossetti Cam Eating ice-cream To be an aviator David Rushton Scooter Rolling his r's in French Te bg a Eggwboy Charles Ryan Charlie Helen', C?J 7 q To be 3 gigolo Warren Sampson Safnpyn Dancing with? To be a swash-buckling villain in drammers Joseph Sayre Joe Hanging around T0 be 3, State cop Leroy Schreiber Muekefu Playing cards- hearts To be eu barkei- of 3 side-show George Silvia George Selling gasoline To run e Steamship line Joseph Stefani EX Winkins - naughty! To be president of the U. s. A naughty! Herbert Surrey Surrey Writing poetry-the sis- To Own ai Dusenberg Sy' Ashley Swift Micky COW-Dunehing To own the Swiss navy Vincent Tassinari Vinny Being C0ntr0VerSial in To be president-of what? class meetings Francis Trask Franny Playing chess To surprise the world Joseph Vacchino Chipperi' Breaking study hall reg- To be a sage 1 ulations V Mario Volta Smoky Hanging around Never heard of it I Paul Warnsman Rosebud Singing in Loring's or- To be director of f the Yeasty Crosby chestra Yeast Hour Harry Young Onionsl' Monkeying with radios To be an electrician BLAME - - - E. SKYVINZUPPY AND TODDINGTON Z. Z. SEMLOH THE PILGRIM 11 Zu. '4' , gh- . , ,fn THE um REM! 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John Anderson, David Brewer, and Thomas Callahan The Senior who has: The bluest eyes-Romayne Wendergren Such beautiful locks-Charles Ryan Petite feet--Irene Golden Red-head blues-Ruth Gardner Harlow-troubles-Jeannette Martin A yen for J ack Holt -Marion Zandi TREBOR THE GREAT Attention, all creatures of this solar system! This is Z-131629-V-13, thir- teen million, six hundred forty-five thousand, three hundred and thirteenth lieutenant of His Imperial Eminence. Trebor the Great, and exalted ruler of Sirius, Canopus, Alpha Centauri, Vega, Capella, Arcturus, Rigel, Procyon, Achernar, Beta Centauri, Betelguese, Altair, Alpha Crucis, Aldebaran, Pol- lux, Spica, Antares, Tomalbaut, Deneb, and Regulus fstars of the first magni- tudej broadcasting to the inhabitants of those insignificant planets of Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, and that unciv- ilized orb called er--Terrestria-er-- Earth. This broadcast is coming direct- ly to you from the summit of Television City, Utopia, the largest metropolis of this tiny star of Bet-elguese which is located in the earthly constellation Orion, Betelguese, only 300,000,000 miles in diameter, is an extremely small governmental center, but since most of its inhabitants rule the lives of crea- tures in neighboring constellations Which are but a few billion light years away, it is by no means thickly popu- lated. All physical labor is done by ma- chinery, and the people devote them- selves entirely to supervising the de- velopment of distant planets. The interior of this star is entirely honey- combed, and the surface is roofed over with a thick covering of that living ele- ment znifckgudiak which Trebor so graciously bestowed upon his faithful subjects. The proximity of this element d-estroys all kinds of sickness and dis- ease, and even defeats death by instil- ling perpetual life in all organisms of the higher order. Trebor, himself, protects his lieutenants from all possi- ble means of d-estruction by constantly maintaining a mental control over their atomical structures, and were one blown to bits and his remains scattered in th-e far corners of the universe, Tre- bor could rebuild him accurately by duplicating his atomical structures pre- cisely from the immediate energy available in the outer void of space. Trebor was born or, rather, has been born many times, but he first cam-e into existence three hundred and ninety-two million trillion eons ago. He showed a dominating propensity toward the use of scientific equipment and soon made a great reputation for himself as a scientist at the tender age of 361. Be- friending Xythaleous, the greatest mental genius of that time, he learned many things which later proved inval- uable to him. It was Xythaleous who taught him the mental control of his own atomic structure, and when the reptile men of a neighboring group of satellites invaded his world, he became instrumental in annihilating them since he feared no death. During the war which followed the invasion, Trebor was placed in charg-e of an expedition which destroyed completely the very satellites which these grotesque mon- THE PILGRIM 25 sters inhabited, but upon returning home he was chagrined to find that Xythaleous, his parents, and half the population of the entire star had been killed by a dreadful meteoric plague that was still ravaging their solar sys- tem. Drawing feverishly upon his vast store of superhuman knowledge, Trebor sought protection against this deadly demon of destruction, and after twenty- five years of endless research work he discovered znifckgudiak, presenting his people with the secret of everlasting life. In gratitude they swore allegiance to him and vowed they would make him ruler of the universe. In six hundred and thirty-four mil- lion years they had subdued and united eighty-five million seven hundred and forty-five hundred thousand billion stars in their first immediate magnitude and countless others in ninety-eight other magnitudes. Each of these stars now sends one-fourth of its entire pop- ulation to serve in Trebor's Imperial Armada which patrols the entire uni- verse and assists in the construction of artificial planets which help absorb the excessive population of these worlds which have shown themselves civilized and deserving of the perpetual life and perfect government which Trebor af- fords his subjects. Trebor spends a number of years upon each of those plan-ets which he eventually hopes to annex, and it was only sixty-five thousand years ago that Algol was added to his glorious king- dom and I, Z-131629-V-13, was en- trusted with the lives of countless tril- lions of creatures. Although Trebor had conquered ev- ery difficulty that had ever impeded the progress of his universal empire and even attained immortality, he apparent- ly undertook the impossible when he re- fused to destroy the ignorant earthly inhabitants, but decided to develop their civilization, or lack of civilization, to newer and greater heighths. It was on August twentieth in the Earthly Year 1916 that Trebor Nick Ieak Trekgure Regkc Aeiz Mekgzk, Trebor N itram for short, made his debut on the humble sphere called Earth. Since it was the custom of the inhabitants to do every- thing opposite from the correct method, Trebor Nitram hereby reversed the spelling of his name, crawled into the puny shells of a monkey-like creature called man, and began his career as an Earthling. At present he has spent over seventeen monotonous years upon this hopeless subject, and this inter-celes- trial hookup is mainly to enable him to give specific orders for the maintain- ance of his ever-expanding universe for the next 25,000 years to come. Well, will you look what's here! Folks, it's the strangest monstrosity Betelguese has ever known! It's . . . T R E B O R in the guise of an Earth- ling!!!... Greetings, salutations, and what have you. Folks, this is your own little ruler Trebor himself in the fiesh, and am I glad to be here or am I not? That little place called Earth is some little joint, but is it gay or is it gay? Oh! Z-13, you are to have indirect charge of the universe for the next 25,000 years, and there are but a few simple things to do. In my spare time I have made a few calculations and find that only one-tenth of our universe has been united, and that the entire uni- verse is but an atom of a higher order of elements. You are to complete the annexation of all space available in our own universe, and to launch success- fully the invasion of other universes so that, after my holiday on Earth is over, my empire will be over two billion times its present size. Adieu. Z-131629-V-13, in about fifty years you are to place a chap by the name of Carlo Casanova Don Romeo Guidaboni in charge of the canal project on Mars. Oh, nothing in particular, except he ran a personal column, and, when the other workers see how proficient he is at dishing the dirt, industry will be speeded up. Annie MacPhail, an estimable pal of mine, deserves only sympathy for some awful jokes he once wrote, but per- haps he will make a capable ruler for the hyena men of Alpha Centauri. Gilly certainly merits a spot in the sun, especially a SPOT! Knot a fly speckl. Mucker!' Schreiber, one of profoundest of profound wo- man-evasive males who constantly pretend they dislike the fairer sexi -in other words-darn--oops!--I mean downright prevaricators, became --er-will become the Sultan of the United Mohammedan States of North and South America and Atlantis which was misplaced for so many centuries. He will attempt to instigate a bloody revolt in the Foreign Legion of Lost Continued on page 56 26 THE PILGRIM CAST OF THE CATHEDRAL CLOCK Reading from left to right: Lawrence Bongiovanni, Robert Martin, Florence A Armstrong, Shirley Dutton, Gilbert Andrews The Cathedral Clock , the one-act Christmas play sponsored by the Senior English Classes of 1934, proved to be one of the outstanding dramatic events of the school year. The committees were as follows: Programs: Maxine Russell and Dor- othy Perkins Costuming: Josephine Montanari Cchj, Muriel' Minott, and Frances Hall. Make-up: Katherine Ghent fchj, Marjorie Belcher, and Harvey Barke. Lighting and Sound Effects: William MacPhail fch.J, William Brewster, and Harry Young. Stage: John Ferreira Cch.J, Alton Cavicchi, David Rushton, and Artos Bonzagni. The prologue was given by Jeannette Martin. The action of the play took place dur- ing the fifteenth century in the little old town of Danzig on the Baltic Sea. Among its most famous buildings is the cathedral, around which the story of the play was written. The cast included some of the school's best talent: Peer, a sick boy-Shirley Dutton Margaret, his - mother - Florence Armstrong Frederick Alfort, his father-Gilbert Andrews .A Blind Man-Lawrence Bongiovan-- ni The Visitor-Robert Martin. However, there is more to this than meets the eye. Seemingly unsurmount- able barriers rose up to confront us, but we came through them all successfully and can look back upon them, now, as a pleasant memory, and laugh at what seemed tragic then. It was tragic having to wait on a stormy night with the freezing cold wind blowing a hurricane, for the gen- eral manager to arrive with the key. 1That didn't happen many times, but when it did, it took a week to thaw out.J There were bad moments, right up to the morning of the play, when we con- scientious people trembled with the fear that the German clock might decide to strike one instead of tweloe,'despite the excellent supervision given it. There was the question of where to procure a fireplace and, once that was taken care of, how under the sun to convey the heavy thing to our stage in Room 1. We spent much of our time wondering if the blind man's cane would last until the day of the play, under the emotional display of Lawrence Bongiovanni at re- hearsals. The costuming committee was faced with the difficulty of getting trou- sers of the correct style, large enogh for Frederick Alfort, and poor Fred- erick found it nigh unto impossible to almost commit suicide with realism. So much artistic clipping was done on his mustache at the dress rehearsal that finally a fresh start had to be made with a new piece of whisker . One afternoon when the stage was being set, one member of the stage com- mittee forgot his iiawless record of con- tinual attendance and decided he must go skating instead. CAnd he did.J But THE PILGRIM 27 perhaps the biggest worry of the al- ready gray-haired committees-in-charge, was the sickness of the Ethereal Visi- tor, who proved earthly enough to contract a bad case of the grippe. Of course, this misfortune had to occur a week and a half before the presentation itself! But there were bright moments, too, and many of them. Perhaps our bright- est moment came during dress rehear- sal, when Kay Ghent arrived with an enormous box of thick, creamy, choco- late-walnut fudge, sent by her sister with the promise of more when, and if, we'd come up and see her some time. And a close rival for that moment was that other night, when the roads were icy and we slid around corners and skidded by cross-roads, miraculously landing whole at the Ghents' domicile, where the cast was to be inspected for make-up, and where we were again - stuffed with peanuts Cby requestl and more fudge. Excellent and faithful work was done by both the cast and the committees, and we only hope that next year's Christmas play will be as successful as OUFS. ELIZABETH Woon-General M cmager. Class Song LlFE'S PALACE A Our lives are palaces, unexplored, With corridors long and many-doored: To every door there's but one key, That which is held by you or by me. Some rooms we cannot see again, For childhood joys come not to men, But some things of life we have not seen, For in some rooms we've not yet been. But the rooms which are loveliest, prettiest, best, And those that we love far more than the rest Are the rooms of friendship and love, we know, Through which doors we may always go. In these last days of our senior year. God, give us rooms which will be most dear: Give us the rooms of truth and love, And send us strength from Thee, above. MARJORIE STEPHENS BELCHER '34 Pestilential Personals Write personals and GET RICH QUICK. - All the Seniors seem to be offering bribes to keep their names out of this column. -4- Stew Bad. Doc Goodwin doesn't want his name mentioned-we're always ready to ac- commodate. Tarzan Burns is stepping into the limelight, he gets his haircuts from our women barbers, Betty Mordt and Helen Brewer. Here's a secret. lf you want to im- prove your voice, sing in front of a mirror. Alton claims he's getting good results. Roberto Martini, our young scientist, has discovered a new P. K. Pearl gum among the Freshmen. Cheer up, Brad. Lois will be a Sopho- more next year. We suggest that Shirley have the seat raised in her car since the three pillows that she sits on while driving are begin- ning to wear out. A correspondent suggests that Guer- ra move to 79 Spooner Street. Why don't cha, Andy? We wanna know. Does Professor pay Barbara rent for living in the office? 'Tis said that Bill keeps Mordt com- pany. Rock is still training on a Camel. Phyllis Ryan doesn't sound bad at all. Why don't Givens and Volta flip a coin about this girl Gilda? Has Clark been getting letters from Peggy Cameron in Weymouth? Bertha Bouchard must have settled down. She's all through with her mov- ing Van. Lucy seems to have overcome Dun- ham's bashfulness. Good work, Lucy. Have you made up your mind yet, Elizabeth? fFrank, Lindy, Mike, Alton, Bud, Gordon, Frenchy, Oliverj. Now which? Chaplin's Taxi Service seems to be prospering. Keep it up, Barbara. Dot Perkins, the actress, has the peculiar habit of winking when speak- ing to a person. She can't control that Blinker. Annie doesn't live h-ere any more. The blond Duchess has moved in, says Bill Mac, This is station WHDH. Our next number will be, I Just Couldn't Take It, Baby, sung by Paul Warnsman, the romantic singer. Lindy has been having a hard time deciding whether it is going to be Iliena or Margie Tracy. I don't blame im. 28 THE PILGRIM The girls are now writing books for a new library. They are: How to Roast a Chicken, By Mary DeCost I EMMA Redhead, By E. Paul How Not to Grow, By Shirley Dutton It's Tufftsj to be Famous, By Jeannette Martin Me and My Shadow, By E. Wood and M. Minott The Fourth and Seventh Dance, By Onc-e Again The Illuminated Cemetery, By Special Request Tillie, The Queen of Hickville, By Wouldn't Cha Like Ta No Florence is getting her license. That's because she's going to buy a dog. Has something happened to Jean- nette? She does not seek the shelter of room 12 since Gilbert graduated. We feel lost without her cheery voice. Why did Charley CCarverJ have to step in, Janet? Did someone else dis- appoint you? If Fat should get a little more ser- ious, there might be a wedding on Oak Street. MISS Elizabeth Ryan has made a special request in asking us to mention that her name is NOT L-izzie. Thankful are they whose names are not mentioned in this column. Not that there is nothing to write about them, it may be that the incidents are too ob- vious. CARL MARK MY WORD CAST OF THE TRYSTING PLACEH Left to right tfirst rowlz Ruth. Murphy, Robert Martin, Elizabeth Wood, Warren Sampson, Csecond rowiz Gilbert Andrews, Dorothy Perkins, William MacPhail THE TRYSTING PLACE The senior class play, The Trysting Place by Booth Tarkington, given on Friday ev-ening, April 6, 1934, was en- thusiastically received by an exception- ally appreciative audience which filled to overflowing the upper hall in the Me- morial Building. The trysting place proved to be in the lounge of a country hotel-'l'the only quiet place in the hotel. The cast Cin the order of its appearancej was: Mrs. Curtis, a widow of 25 years- Ruth Murphy . Lancelot Briggs, a boy obviously un- der 20-Robert Martin Mrs. Briggs, his sister, a young girl of about 20-Elizabeth Wood. Rupert Smith, the young man-War- ren Sampson. Mr. Ingolsby-Gilbert Andrews and The Mysterious Voice-William Mac- Phail The general committee in charge of the Senior Project was Lawrence Bon- giovanni Cchairmanj, Katherine Ghent. Elizabeth Wood, Carlo Guidoboni, and Thomas Roncarati. The ticket-selling campaign was led by Marjorie Belcher and Eleanor Brad- ford. The properties were in charge of Miss Charlotte Brown, a member of the faculty, with assistants, Harry Young, Jeannette Martin, William Brewster, Joseph Sayre, and Josephine Continued on page 55 I l fr. 7. ,Y 74- W Ls .ML F THE PILGRIM 29 I f' 1 1 . C - r - xi .S . ii? BOY, PAGE MR. BOSTON Mugs Mullaney, six feet tall, half as wide, and as thick as a London fog, was boss of the McCutcheon lumber camps. For his tonnage of bone and muscle, he was as gentle as a ten-year- old tiger cub. Cln other words, mean and ornery.J As a bully, he had no equal. Compared with him, Nero and Rasputin were babes in arms, while Attila and Genghis Khan were sissies. Now to get on with the story. One brisk, frosty morning in late October a new arrival made his- ap- pearance in camp, a city feller to take the place of the recently deceased Chinese cook. It seemed that this new hash-sling- er, as he was called, had a very limited knowledge of the culinary art. In fact, his only accomplishment was baked beans. For the past few months the lumber- jacks had been fed nothing but rice fwithout raisinsj and, a filthy mess called chop suey. No one would even hazard a guess as to what it contained, but one of the fellows asserted that he was about to take a spoonful of the ob- noxious mess when a half-drowned snail emerged from the murky black- ness and feebly crawled upon a piece of half-peeled potato, rolling his eyes in such a mournful manner that the poor fellow had to leave the table. He felt a peculiar rumbling sensation in his stomach for the rest of the day and swore never to eat Chinese concoctions again. Ah! beans, there was a m0m's dish. A heaping plateful of golden-brown, mealy goodness, smeared with thick, sticky, black molasses. Sick of the Chinese slumgullion, the lumber men consumed huge quan- tities of beans, and became encouraged by the change in fare. Beans were served three times a day for the first week, second week, third week, and for weeks and weeks after- wards. Beans for breakfast, beans for dinner, and for supper, BEANS! BEANS! BEANS! BEANS! The situation became desperate. The men would have! gladly gone back to rice, chop suey, and spinach. Yes, even spinach would have been welcomed as a change from the ubiquitous bean! Mullaney, hearing the grumblings of revolt among his men, stopped in at the cook house for bean factoryb late one afternoon to see what he could do. As his massive bulk thundered through the door, his shoulders scraped on both sides. The cook was standing in front of the open oven stirring beans, the odor of which permeated the room. By this time, most of the men could not endure the sight of beans, and the odor nauseated even Mugs, the bull of the lumber camps. He flung himself into a chair which creaked submissively and nearly collapsed under his great weight. Whew ! he exclaimed, whipping out a big red handkerchief as large as a cat- boat sail and mopping his huge, pers- piring cranial frontage which stood out like the chalk cliffs of Dover, more beans ? Yes, meekly replied the cook with an air of utter dejectedness that would have wrung a salty tear from Momus, beans were the only supplies we re- ceived before the heavy snows, an' beans we'll eat 'til the spring thaw. Mugs Mullaney, summoning his last ounce of strength, staggered to his feet and threw up a window. He re- mained hanging out of the window with his tongue lolling from the corner of his mouth for the best part of an hour. When he had recovered suffici- ently, he pulled his head out of the win- dow, wiped his massive brow again, and lumbered off toward his cabin. Well, the bean diet lasted for five months and would probably have lasted for five more had not Mullaney chanced to meander past the cook house one eve- ning just as the tempting odor of steak and onions was being wafted into the crisp, night air. He halted, turned, directed his steps to the window of the cook house, and peered in. The sight that met his eyes must have enraged him, for he pulled -L 30 THE PILGRIM off his cap, threw it to the ground, and trampled upon it. Then, after flexing his biceps so hard that the monstrous, knotted muscles split the sleeves of his leather jacket wide open, he clenched his mighty paws so that each knuckle stood out like a baseball, only twice as hardg and, rushing to the door, with one mighty heave wrenched it off its hinges and charged into the room. There, seated across the room, was the cook in all his splendor, with a spot- less, snow-white napkin tucked under his chin, spreading a freshly-cooked. big, juicy steak Cbarely discernible un- nerneath the lavish garnishing of onionb with a lump of butter about the size of a big brown egg. The facial expression, one of peace and extreme contentment, vanished, and one of horror,-of ghastly horror, took its place. Slowly he pushed back his chair and tugged at his napkiin, his eyes fixed up- on those of the crazed lumberjack, who sucked in his breath like an enraged go-- rilla and advanced, step by step, toward his victim. The tempting odor of delicious steak smothered in onions did not deter him. The hapless cook backed into the cor- ner by the stove, follow-ed by the fiend. Seizing on-e of the red hot stove covers by the holder, the hash slinger hurled it. Mullaney, the iron man, caught it, dashed it through the window, advanc- ing again, his massive hands opening and closing like the business end of steam shovel. The cook, as a last hope, snatched the huge kettel of beans from the oven and dumped it over the head of the infuri- ated wood cutter, fastening the handle down under his granite chin. Mugs Mullaney, man mountain of the lumber camps, passed out like school children after receiving their diplomas. When he came to, some days later, he was informed of the contents of a letter found in the belongings of the cook. who had escaped. The letter, addressed to the cook, read :- Received your shipment of beef and will send immediately Cif not soonerj 500 lbs. of beans. The men can work just as well on beans as on beef, and think of all the money you save! If you get another supply of be-ef intended for the lumber camp, I will gladly exchange it for beans and a rea- sonable cash bonus for your own pocket . . . There is a motley group of Maine lumbermen searching the world over for a scoundrel who fed human beings beans for breakfast, BEANS for dinner, and for supper,-BEANS! Week in, and week out,--beans! beans! beans! And still more beans! ! ! FRANCIS TRASK '34 PRECIOUS TREASURES Upon the steps of time an old man satg And in his skinny hands, he held His whole lifels treasure. For more than four score year and ten He had livedg and tho, his hair was snowy white, He still loved life. His wrinkled brow and trembling limbs Were tokens of his passing life- And old age held him fast. And what had he from all those years- A mighty store of hoarded gold? Nay-treasures more precious far! The memories of a 1ifetime's work, The prayers of many invalids saved, And, best of all, of duty well done! And so he sat-and was content. Tho' ever weaker grew his limbs, His heart was ever strong. H. SURREY '34 JUST THINGS An old pitcher Spilling bayberries from its mouth, Its fat body Tinted rose from the sun. Maple furniture- clean, shimmering In the light, A print or two, Roomy chairs and gaily hooked mats. An India hanging, Mellow blue, green, and yellow, With faint tracings of faded pink. Many colored backs of books, Little china dogs And curiously carved figures, All such dear, precious things I love so well. JEANNETTE MARTIN ,34 CONTRAST Through the darkness of night A torch gleams, Making a path of light Across the water. Ripples slowly creep To the shore From the foamy wake Of the tug. Upon the grimy decks Strong men, Handling the lines, Sweat and toil, Struggling in the dim light Of oil lamps. Everywhere are smoky fumes And filth. LUCY HOLMES '35 THE PILGRIM 31 CATASTROPHE One summer evening in the year 1858, as the setting sun was turning to flame the glassy surface of the Caribbean Sea, Captain Thomas Chandler was sitting on the deck of his schooner, the Nancy Chandler, smoking his pipe peacefully. Molly's havin' quite a tussle with that un, ain't she, Cap'n? remarked the fat first mate, Joe Carson. Um, grunted the captain squinting his small, blue eyes and watching the large gray' and white cat dextrously handling a huge, squealing rat with all the art of a Veteran rodent hunter. We sure got well stacked with rats, if nothing else, he went on. By the way, Joe, what became of Molly's kittens? Sold 'em at Jamaica, replied the mate. The natives never see any cats except the ones that come on ships. They never knew they caught rats un- til I showed 'em Molly. The place is swarmin' with rats so I sold 'em right off' for about twenty cents apiece. Say, Cap'n! Just happened to thinkg I reckon We could make- So do I, interrupted the captain quietly, replacing the pipe in his mouth. Six months later in Boston harbor, the Nancy Chandler was being loaded with a large cargo, which consisted, be- sides quantities of New England ex- ports-, of exactly 296 feline specimens of all sexes, colors, ages, and breeds protesting in no uncertain manner at this sudden exile. However, Captain Chandler was giving brisk orders and paying no attention to his unhappy cargo or to the jeering onlookers. During the fifteen days' journey to Jamaica, the ship was a howlin' bed- lam as Joe Carson described it. Pipe down, you screechin' critters l he would bawl lustily as he dealt out their rations of salt fish and water. O'ught to be glad you ain't in with them, Molly. The cats remained in vigorous good health until the last two days of the journey when they apparently began to tire of their monotonous diet. All petered o-ut, I guess, was the way Joe accounted for it. Two hours' after landing at Jamaica, all the cats were disposed of at a. profit of about 35800. Joe was gleeful and the tall, quiet captain was satisfied. However, it was not all smooth sailing. The ship remained in port some time because of bad Weather and because the captain had encountered difficulty in disposing of the rest of his cargo, con- sisting now chiefly of perishable goods, at a price high enough to make any profit. On the sixth day he received the disturbing news that nearly all the cats had died, either from the sudden change in climate or from the change from the diet consisting entirely of salt fish to one of rats-. Furthermore, the natives, believing they had been swindled, were furious, and refused to have any deal- ings with Captain Chandler. By 'this time the cargo was practically unsal- able at any price, and the following day the captain directed that it be 'thrown overboard. Ast he watched seven hundred dollars' worth of cargo splashing into Kingston harbor, Joe remarked gloomily, Net Receipts, 358.C'0. CHARLES COOPER '35 ,i.i.l,.-.- TRICKY ADVERTISEMENTS Once P. T. Barnum said, There's a sucker born every minute. Granting this, we still don't believe enterprising companies should take advantage of the unsuspecting public by misleading ad- vertisements. There are plenty of fair ways of advertising through interest- contests and radio broadcasts. Rarely do we read a magazine or paper but we see an article about a contest, with grand prizes of automo- biles and one hundred dollars, pro- moted by some business establishment for advertising purposes. A good per- centage of th-ese are interesting, worthy of entrance, and fair to all. It is the other part of the group that we criti- cize. We, ourselves, have had several ex- periences along these lines. We no- ticed in a daily newspaper a coupon from a well-known numismatic com- pany offering its rare coin book, giv- ing prices and details about coins upon receiving four cents in stamps for post- age. In return we received a folder of four pages with very brief informa- tion, and an order blank for the real book, which we thought we were get- ting before, at the price of one dollar. There was nothing we could do. Some companies sponsor guessing contests. The person who sends in three labels from the product and guess-es the contest correctly, wins one hundred dollars, while the person who sends in only one label gets less than one hundred dollars. Other concerns offer money and prizes for a name for their new product. This 32 THE PILGRIM contest is fair on the surface, but one can discover that, if he sends in one name, he has a chance of one out of probably ten thousand. Only one prize is awarded, the companies pick the winning name, and the label of the product must be sent in. We do not wish to ban all contests and advertising of this sort, but people, when deceived by one advertisement, will be wary of another which is really reliable, and there are many giving suitable and worthwhile prizes with no tricky words and phrases. We believe that, if tricky and unfair advertisements are eliminated, it will mean more business for reliable con- cerns and pleasure to the customers. HARVEY BARKE '34 A DESERTED STREET Dimly it flickered, as if it were mak- ing one feeble effort to regain its form- er radiance. Then the gas light at the farthest end of the deserted street, suc- cumbed to the soothing stillness and burned in ag dim, evil glass. Fascinated I walked slowly down the street. An ethereal white mist settled over the worn pavement and forlorn brownstone buildings. My fancy stray- ed. Wonderingly I tried to peer with my mind beyond the heavily-bolted doors and the shaded windows. Suddenly the buildings were not for- lorn but evil, seeming to harbor all the fiends from the bowels of the earth. Faintly, gradually growing louder, a plaintive cry of a nocturnal bird pierced my thoughts. I was afraid! The mist closing in on me, stifling my soul as it did the lights, the brownstone buildings so cold, unfriendly,-had I unmeaningly stumbled upon a place not meant for human beings! Swishing sounds, so soft, yet so distinct crept into my ears. Cold, soul-freezing breezes fanned my face and body. In a mad frenzy of pro- found fear I Hung out my arms to rid myself of those things, but I merely fed the flame of their desire to torture such intruders as I. Running, stum- bling, babbling, I fled to my room. There was my only weapon, the box! With trembling fingers I formed a pel- let from the powder in the box, heated it over my oil burner, and then put it into my pipe. Once, twice, I inhaled the soothing fumes and once again I was safe, alone with my dreams of beautiful things. RUTH MURPHY '34 THE POWER AND THE GLORY Had you studied a large map of Al- sace-Lorraine as it was before the Franco-Prussian War, you would have found a small village called Roppveiler situated almost on the boundary line between France and Germany. It was a friendly little town with its time-hon- ored thatch-roofed cottages nestled in the valleys. The home of the Burgom- eister was set apart from the rest and befitted his station. Hooverbrunner, a large brook, ran through the center of the hamlet, and on sunny days the vil- lage women were wont to wash their clothes there with much chatter and song. Many of them had sons of eighteen or twenty, who were serving in the regular army, for all able-bodied youths were compelled to-serve for a period of two years. These village wo- men often proudly discussed letters they had received from their boys as th-ey washed and scrubbed their clothes clean and white on the stones in the stream. On fair days the younger boys tended the cattle as they grazed upon the grassy slopes of the hill, and the village maids often accompanied them. No puny pale girls were these. They were strong, healthy peasants with clear, bright eyes, and long braids of hair flung over their shoulders, and they wore wooden shoes called schlapper. They were used to work and hard work it was, too. Sometimes they labored all day in the fields at back-breaking toil, and thus they developed strong bodies. No, these were no fragile, dainty, por- celain shepherdesses. They were of the earth and proud of it. Everyone in Roppvieler spoke Ger- man, had German names and German customs, and did business in the neigh- boring German cities. Indeed, few of the people in the hamlet knew whether they were French or German citizens, and they cared less-until the war came. And, with the war came seething times. With the advent of the Franco- Prussian conflict came also the baring of the fierce hatred which the people of France bore the Prussians, and the L-ot- tringen, natives of Lorraine, suddenly found a devotion and loyalty that they owed to France. The villagers were 'ught to look upon the Germans across the border who had been friends and business associates, as hated enemies. Prussian soldiers spread terror by in- quiring at each house, Are there any THE PILGRIM 33 French soldiers in here ? One couldn't lie to those fellows! The village school- master created a panic by writing on the black-board, Der Bismarlc von Bollen, Sol der Teufel hollenf' which meant simply, that as for Bis- mark, the devil could have him. Un- complimentary things were also said about the Koenig of Prussia. The vil- lagers turned their cows, pigs, and goats loose to roam in the woods, for, if they were left in the sheds, they would be commandeered by the marauding ene- my. Young men excited, and suddenly proud to fight for that scrap of silk, the French flag, caused their mothers heartbreak and misery by straightway enlisting. Youths who had just re- turned from military duty immediately signed up to go to war. Eventually, they argued with their mothers, they would be drafted. It was far better to go at 'ghe beginning and choose the best branc 1 of the service. Johann Wolff didn't enlist. As the sole support of his widowed mother and younger brothers and sister, he was ex- empt from service, and allowed to carry on his business. A personable young man of twenty- two, he had already made a success of the contracting business left him by his father. Every damsel in the village looked at Johann with her heart in her eyes, and who could blame the girls? He was six feet tall with snapping black eyes, curly black hair, and a flashing white smile. When Johann entered a room, he dominated it. The strong line of his jaw spoke of strength of charac- ter and a certain stubborness. His lithe, active body bespoke the keynote of the Wolff family, If I rest, I rust. Now the pretty daughter of the rich Burgomeister had set her cap for Johann, but that young man was not ready to be caught either by poor maid- en or rich. Furthermore, he intended to do his own choosing. Frau Wolff thanked God daily for let- ting her keep her son at home, but daily he grew restless. He watched his young friends march of to war, trim in their smart uniforms, youthfully straight, formed into singing companies with a band at their head and flags flying over them. He never seemed to see, as his mother did, the hay-carts which went through the streets of the village, piled high with the dead and wounded, with blood seeping through the straw and dripping on the streets below. He seemed unmindful of his former school- mates, once so blithe and strong and brave, now sodden, limp bundles cov- Continued on Page 54 THE OLD WELL My ffielid, Dick Warren, having be- come infatuated with country life, sur- IJ1'1S6d- us all by purchasing an old, rambling house, dating back to Revo- lutionary times. He was very anxious for me to inspect and approve it s-o I finally .agreed to spend the week-end with him. It was late afternoon when we arrived at the house and I was im- pressed at once with its unusual situ- ation. It stood surrounded by a thick grove of evergreens, and in the dim light of late afternoon it looked far from cheerful. There was just time to inspect the house before our evening meal, and after eating, We sat a long time, chat- ting over our pipes. I was tired and glad to go to bed at an early hour. I immediately fell into a deep sleep from which I was aroused by something. Fearful, I sat up in bed and listened. I heard unmistakable groans and, springing from the bed, I rushed to the window. Standing by a tree was a dim, white figure which seemed to beckon and wave its arms. The figure disap- peared, and, partly persuading myself that it was the effect ofa too hearty dinner, I finally slept. .When I next awoke, the sun was shin- ing brightly, and I felt convinced that what I had seen had been merely a bad dream. After spending a pleasant week- end with my frgend, I returned to town. A short time later, I received a letter from Dick in which he wrote as follows: A curious and rather startling thing happened the other day. I had some workmenf plowing a. new garden here. They accidentally uncovered an old stone well, and it occurred to me to have it cleaned out and restored. After some hard work they reached the bottom, where, to their horror, they found a skeleton with a rusty hatchet em- bedded in its skull. I have heard some stories of strange happenings- in this house . . . As a rule I am not superstitious, but now I am wondering whether I had in- digestion or whether I saw a ghost. JOHN CHAPMAN '35 THE PILGRIM Sophomore Poetry Page COQUETTE Haunting fragrance- Poignant beautyg Modestly spreading Your emerald skirts Over the mossy rocks, Slyly you peep at me, A faint blush creeping Into your milky-white cheeksg Shyly you flaunt Your fragile loveliness, O queen of the wood! Haunting fragrance -- Poignant beauty- Tiny waxen heads Tenderly lying On the rich moist earth- Arbutus. MIST The mist creeps in While the world is sleeping, Its ghostly shape Is everywhere, It leaves its dewdrops On gay flower petals Emitting fragrance Elusive and rareg When the sun deeply yawning Shows dawn of the morning, The mist must retreat To its home by the sea, Where the Seagulls are screaming But while I am dreaming It comes back again Awakening me. ALBA MARTINELLI '36 DOROTHY PERKINS 36 MOONLIGHT MAGIC A thousand Silvery wands touch The slumbering World, Taking away all ugliness, Leaving Only sheer beautyg Making a shimmering Golden path across The rippling Black Of the sea. ELIZABETH RYAN '36 WAVES The waves, Fitfully, furiously, Gnaw at the beachg Gigantic claws Greedily Tear at boulders Threatening to Devour all. JEAN WHITING '36 THE PILGRIM 35 THE TRUTH WILL OUT Just because it has been told that way for years the shallow, numb minds of the average public accept it as true. But I am here to tell you that the ac- cepted tradition concerning Sir Walter Raleigh, the cloak, and Queen Elizabeth is erroneous. In the Hrst place, there was no cloak. Raleigh had sold it for a few pence, as he had all his other pos- sessions. And, in the second place, if he had been in possession of a cloak, there would have been no puddle for him to lay it across, because it was mid- winter, the most biting in years, and anything that might have been a puddle was a sheet of ice. Don't you see how impossible the action of the old tale would have been? Now-this is what really happened: A biting, shrieking blast of icy win- ter wind tore madly down the ice- coated streets of London, sending in its wake billows of soft snow. Ruthlessly it gripped the scurrying figure of a man. Tearing his scanty garments from the protective clutch of blue hands, it sent them flapping wildly. In defiance, the shoulders became more hunched and hands dug more deeply into empty pockets. Raleigh fairly flew along with the aid of the wind, unwel- come as it was. And in an effort to show his disregard of the elements, he puckered cracked lips and tried to force a whistle from a frozen throat. In his mind like a flame burned knowledge of a warm inn, a savory dinner, and a fresh bed, and last and most strange, actual credit. And, it was to this place he made his perilous way. 'Twas at the corner of Fleet Street and Dowgate Hill that the frozen gal- lant was shocked from his reverie on finding himself at the edge of a large sheet of ice which extended to, and be- yond, the four houses that cornered the intersection. While the ice managed to endure the scrutiny of the young man, who, with dubious expression, contem- plated the risk of striding boldly over the treacherous glass, another group tapproached from the opposite direc- ion. This day, of all uninviting London days, Queen Elizabeth had chosen -to take a walk. Of course, her court had hotly opposed such a plan, but opposi- tion serves only to kindle a smouldering will into a most rousing flame of action. Stopping at the edge of the frozen waste, she waited while her attendants with expressions of most intense pain, pondered in their minds the one ques- tion-how to transport her highness across the ice. They gathered together in conference in groups of three and four. Her highness, meanwhile, with arms akimbo, tapped a befurred foot, and regarded the sky with cold disdain. The humor of the situation immediate- ly presented itself to Raleigh. Evident- ly a young noblewoman, unwilling to tread upon the ice alone, was so unfor- tunate as to have in her employ ser- vants too stupid to do anything about it. With a hearty Cossack roar, he boldly strode across to her, hesitating only to marvel at his newly-found sense of equilibruim, and, before the dumb- founded lady could speak, he picked her up in two strong arms and started to retrace his steps. Half the distance having been traversed, the Queen and her company gained their senses sim- ultaneously, the latter closing gaping mouths and joining in pursuit, and the former kicking with such wild vigor, that she was of necessity quickly dis- posed of under one of Raleigh's armsg her head bobbing in front and her feet thrashing wildly in back. Using his free arm as a balance, Raleigh managed to keep both of them from catastrophe. On reaching the other side, he righted his burden, and stood before her await- ing he knew not what. His suspense did not endure long, for the Queen, with flushed face and clothes slightly in dis- array, gained a firm footing on the ground, and, completing an are with her right arm, laid a red welt across the face of her rescuer. That, readers, was a shock to Raleigh as well as to you, but from it he soon re- covered. And so, with a most engaging smile and a courtly bow, enhanced by a sweep of his sadly befeathered hat, Raleigh turned and was lost from sight around a corner. A cold gust of wind fanned the Queen's hot cheeks, and, as it passed, carried with it all unpleasant thoughts. The pursuers, it may be well to divulge, in an attempt to dupli- cate the act of the pursued, met with disaster, and sat in a sorry heap not more than half way across the ice. Elizabeth regarded them in quiet amusement. Her feelings were fast slipping from her control and, looking in the direction of Raleigh's flight, she gave way and permitted herself to laugh more heartily than she had done in years. She recovered with a start, LMT 777. . 36 THE PILGRIM and, beckoning her attendants to fol- low, the Queen, no longer walking, but, in pursuit, rounded the same corner as had Raleigh. DOROTHY Ross PERKINS i34 WEEP SOME MORE, MY LADY! We usually regard crying as an un- controllable expression of emotion, but, skillfully exercised, it is one of wo- men's greatest weapons. It is neces- sary, however, to be able to cry at will. Tears on tap is not the impossibility that many people think it is. A famous motion picture actress boasts that she has never had to use glycerine tears in her twenty years of stardom. Thinking of some sorrow of the past will usually cause the lachrymal moisture to appear. When beguiling smiles and endearing words have no effect on an obstinate male, tears will shatter his obduracy to bits. But they are a weapon which must be used discreetly. Here are a few helpful pointers: 1. Have a wee, lacy hankie handy, which you can flutter helplessly. 2. Do not cry profusely. Loud sobs destroy all the glamor of weeping. Very few tears, no more than seven, are enoughg just enough to moisten the eye- lashes. fLong, sweeping lashes are quite necessary to create the proper eEect.J A bit of soliloquizing may work to your advantage at this point. Some- thing like this: All I'm asking you for is an or- dinary ermine wrap-and you won't give me it. After all, I do need one-you can't expect me to go out with just an evening dress on-why, I'd catch cold and die- but I guess you wouldnit mind that -you'd be glad you wouldn't have to support me any longer. Sniff, sniff. At this point he will put a protective arm around your shoulders, help you dry your tears, and promise you any- thing your heart desires. Caution: Do not assume a trium- phant attitude as he hands you the check. Just smile sweetly, which will make him think of sunshine after an April shower. At this point gratitude may be shown by endearing words and loving demonstrations of affection. And now, lest we arouse the wrath of the stronger sex, we humbly retire. LAURA LAMBORGHINI '34 Given the thought, THIS IS THE END, the following, in the opinion of the editors, were the best interpretations submitted by members of the Senior Class: IS THIS THE END? The actress feels she's given her part Not all that's worthy of her art, And, sighing, says deep in her heart, This is the end! The broker who has lost his all In the last stock-market fall, When his proud name is damned, will call, This is the end! The mother who has lost her child, Unwilling to be reconciled, Cries from her soul with anguish wild, This is the end! The man who's hunting for a job, Following the wandering, homeless mob, Thinks, while he's choking back a sob, This is the end! Are these the ends toward which we're driven? Are these the goals for which we-'ve striven? Should we think when ill-luck is given, This is the end?'l For is there' not some higher fate, Some greater end for which we wait? For all these trials, however great, Are not the end! MARJORIE S. BELCHER '34 GLIMPSES OF TRAGEDY The little man of ten or twelve Has failed to pass In school. He bends his curly head In pain-so deep He needs must think- This is the end,- I wish that I Were dead! The business man in stocks and bonds,- His money and position Swept away- His business gone, Looks up to heaven With searching eyes,- This is the end, Death would be sweeter, far, Than this! A crushed mortal-groping for understanding, Kneels o'er the grave Of loved one- , Dearer, far, than Life. Dear God, Why did you bring me this Great sorrow? It is the end- I cannot now go on. The plaintive man- lies on his bed- Sick and feeble, Slipping fast away. Greedily he guards the every beat Of his now faltering Heart. Oh, God, I feel the chill of Death, My life is finished- This is the end. And yet- It is only the Beginning. ELIZABETH Woon '34 THE PILGRIM MASSASOIT CHAPTER OF THE NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY Left to right Cfirst rowl: Marjorie Cantoni, Laura Lamborghini, Josephine Montanari, Alyce Bussolari, Mary Riley: Csecond rowbt Jeannette Martin, Marjorie Belcher, William Brewster, president: Miss Charlotte Brown, faculty sponsor: Robert Martin, Ruth Buttner, Eliabeth Wood, Shirley Duttong Cthird rowJ: Anna Goldbergh, Lucy Holmes, Florence Armstrong, George Farnell, Ralph Goodwin, Carlo Guidoboni, Leroy Schreiber, Barbara Mellor, Flora Fortini STAFF OF THE PILGRIMH Left to right ffirst rowlz Augusta Cappella, Alba Martinelli, Mary Bodell, Florence Armstrong, Shirley Dutton, Charles Cooper, Harvey Barkeg Csecond rowbi Laura Lamborghini, Jeannette Martin, Marjorie Belcher, Gilbert Andrews, William Mac- Phail, Robert Martin, Marion McGinnis, Lucy Holmes 38 THE PILGRIM OH, HENRY! Characters: Henry+a farm hand and country yokel. Alcibiades Throckmorton-owner of the Trockmorton homestead, a hu- morous old codger Belinda Throckmorton-his wife Lucrezia Abigail Throckmorton - their daughter Silas Sourpuss-an unscrupulous moneyglender Scene: The living room of the old Throck- morton homestead. Brown and rusted cat o' nine tails hang behind pictures of bewhiskered uncles and sour faces of great aunts. A thick red carpet covers the floor, and all the furniture sug- gests the gay nineties. It is winter and a light snow is falling. ACT ONE Belinda enters with a carpet-sweeper and begins cleaning the thick red car- pet. Belinda: Such dirt, such dirt! If Al- cibiades would only learn to take off his number sevens out in the entry! Dear me! CAlcibiades enters! Alcibiades: CHuskily with a lump in his throatj Well, today's the day when old Silas Sourpuss forecloses on our mortgage and we'll be put out in the cold to freeze to death. Brr! I'd rather die eating mince pie. Belinda: How can you joke when that old skinflint Silas Sourpuss is to have us indisposed tonight? Alcibiades: Dispossessed is the word you want, Belindy dear, but I can't do anything about it. Pm broke! Oh, Henry! CHe turns his pockets inside out.J fLucrezia Abigail enters running, carrying a letter.J Lucrezia: Look! Look! Aletter from rich Uncle Snodgrass Pharbenphin- son-he is coming to visit us tomor- row. Surely he will lend us the cart- wheels fsilver dollarsl to pay old Sourpuss! Alcibiades: fHumming an old Scotch airl The cartwheels are coming, hurrah! hurrah! Belinda: Yes, but Silas will demand his old money tonight. What shall we do to stall him off 'til tomorrow? We haven't a cent. Alcibiades: Well, I could catch him a skunk for a scent. fChuckles, slaps his thigh, bites off a chew of Stand- ard Navy, and swabs it around on his toothless gums.j QA knock at the doorj Lucrezia: I'll go. COpens the door! Oh, come in, Silas Sourpuss. You might as well, for this house is as good as yours now. Csniff! sniffll Silas: CEnteringJ Heh, heh, heh. I am soon to become the owner of this fine piece of property, the old Throck- morton homestead. You haven't the money? fRubs has handsj Alcibiades: The only thing I'd ever give you is a dirty look! fC'huckles and vigorously swabs his Standard Navy aroundj Say, Belindy, why did you throw my old spittoon out? I miss it. Belinda: You always used to miss it when it was here. Silas: Stop this bantering. Either I have the mortgage money or out you go into the cold. Heh! Heh! Heh! Belinda: Oh, please, Silas Sourpuss, give us until tomorrow when Uncle Snoddy comes. He will furnish the money! Silas: No, a thousand times- no! Will you leave or must I call the sheriff? CA knocking at the doorj Alcibiades: Who can that be? Belinda: That must be Henry calling on our daughter. Go let him in, Lu- crezia. Silas: I won't have that impertinent upstart in my house! Alicibiades: Cln an angry tonej This house isn't yours yet, Silas Sourpuss. Invite him in, Lucrezia! Lucrezia: Copening doorl Come in, Henry. I'm afraid you can't stay long, though,-we are going to be ejected by that monster over there, CPointing to Silasj Henry: Why, you old nickle-nurser, turning these helpless old folks' out into the cold, cruel world! Silas: Heh, heh, heh! Well, I want to be alone. Will you please leave? Henry: Silas, I always knew you had a hard heart and would foreclose so I brought along my whole life's sav- ings to keep this family from such a cruel fate! Lucrezia: Bravo! You 'tell iim. Henry: CContinuingJ Can you change a thousand dollar bill? Silas: You haven't got a thousand bill. In fact, you've never even seen one ! Henry: Look at this. fDrawing out a greenbackj Look at this, look at the number in the corner. f THE PILGRIM 39 Silas: Coises, foiled, a thousand dol- lar bill. I'l1 come back tomorrow with some change. CGoes out slamming doorb Alcibiades: Saved, by cracky! Belinda: Henry, where did you ever get so much money? You haven't worked long enough to save up all that. Lucrezia: tGoing over to Henry and putting arm around himi Henry, how did you do it? Henry: Well, you see my gran-pappy fit at Chattanooga and got this off'n a Rebel soldier. QGives Alcibiades the thousand dollar billj Alcibiades: Say, this is only an old Civil War Confederate bill and by cracky! it isn't even worth a collar- button and a glass of water. Boy! yo-u certainly put one over on that old penny-pincher! Belinda: Uncle Snodgrass will be here tomorrow and we'll be saved! Alcibiades: Hurrah! Lucrezia: CSnuggling up clooser to her heroj Oh, Henry! CURTAIN FRANCIS TRASK '34 TAKE A TUCK IN TIME Oh, for a nimble needle huge, And a slim thread strong and true, And power to wield it mightily, To go back a year or two. I'd visit the cave man in his haunts, And run from the dinosaur, And watch the battle of centuries- The triumph of hand over claw. From Greece to Rome and the Orient, Into the tombs of kings I'd look, And ask great men of every age To write in my autograph book. I'd witness the battle of Marathon, Watch Caesar killed by his foes, For I'd know all the dates from my history book And ge-t a front seat for the shows. And when all my travels are over and done Though all places I've not seen yet, I'd gladly return to dear '34 And teach ancient hist'ry, you bet! G. FARNELL 34 A PLEA Oh, for some magic power of human mind To grasp and hold the beauty of this night, To cherish deep within our inner soul The sight of moonlight flooding misty fields, The song of restless ocean on the shore. The whispering softness of the evening wind,- For beauty such as this must be short-lived, The moon descends, the night too soon is o'er, And we are left with but a radiant me-mory. JOHN ANDERSON '34 LETTERS WE NEVER WROTE The letters that were never written! Sometimes how fortunate it is-some- times how tragic-that we didn't write those letters that we meant so much to send. The letter that we mean to write to the gas company about that terrible bill of ours-we know it was too high. No gas bill could ever be so high-it wasn't natural. In the burning moment when we first received it, we composed an in- dignant, a scathing letter to the com- pany -bidding them get the extra charge if they could and giving an elo- quent description of exactly what We thought of them. But we never sent it. The heated indignation passed and we made out the check like a docile little lamb and forwarded it promptly. Was that tragic-or fortunate? The letter to the income tax collec- tor-poor man! We lay in our beds the night we finished adding up what we owed the government and wrote in our minds a masterpiece of literature. The government would have been petrified by the frigidity of it, if it had ever re- ceived that letter. But it didn't. We just sent in our check, and timidly wor- ried for fear the discovery would be made that it was a bit late. The sorry letter-the one that be- gins I was to blame -the unborn let- ter that might have smoothed the path and prevented much trouble and heart- ache. Tragic-but it was never Writ- ten, either. The hundreds of letters that we meant to write during our vacations! We pictured them so clearly in our minds-a suitable, witty message for each of our friends and family-all bringing a glow of satisfaction and tak- ing a great load off our mind. But we never did send them. THE letter, a ghost-letter, that comes to us in the middle of the night and makes us miserable -the letter we longed to write to someone we really thought of-the kind, sweet letter that someone wanted. This is the letter we put off ibut knew every word of it by heart, so often had we penned it in our mindb and did not write,-the let- ter that cannot now be written because it is too late! How much trouble can be caused by a few penned lines-yet how much joy and satisfaction! ELIZABETH WOOD '34 40 THE PILGRIM SLIPS THAT PASS IN THE STUDY HALL When the bell rang, announcing the beginning of period 1 in M. H. S., one Monday morning, several students, who were so unfortunate as to have a study period at that time, came noisily into the study hall and took their places. Bill and John, sitting at the back of the room near a radiator and s-everal win- dows, finally selected large blue books and dejectedly and sleepily delved into their contents. Both soon became very uncomfort- able because of the proximity of the heated radiator and turned simultan- eously, stealthily raising two of the windows. This having been completed, they sank slowly into their seats, en- joying the cool breeze and awaiting the inevitable which quickly took place. It began with two or three freezing glances from as many girls, seated sev- eral rows to the front. Dick, who sat in front of Bill, soon got up and closed the windows, midst a chorus of -expres- sions, such as Pansy and He can't take it from John and Bill. They all settled down to work soon, however, for approximately ten min- utes when Bill interrupted Dick in the middle of an algebraic equation by lift- ing his chair suddenly and pushing it violently to the left, dislodging it, with appropriate noise, from its allotted place. John having been watching the teacher, Miss Jones, throughout the en- tire process, suddenly became strangely interested in his book, while Dick la- boriously replaced his chair and then left for the library in search of a ref- erence book. Immediately his chair was arranged to suit the plotters, and sev- eral of his books disappeared, with more or less noise, to various parts of the room. This did not pass unchallenged. Miss Jones approached belligerently and de- manded to be told the cause of the dis- turbance. Silence prevailed! Mean- while Dick returned and, after having gathered his scattered books, returned to his desk and solemnly sat down. With a resounding detonation, the chair slid into its proper position, much to Dick's embarrassment. Miss Jones again ap- proached, but, much to the relief of all concerned, she stopped to talk with one of her A pupils. Tired of fooling, John returned to the more tiring process of studying, as did the others. Ten minutes later, however, a slip of paper, having started from no one knew where, was passed from student to student, leaving merri- ment in its wake. Three minutes later, Dick, who had been sitting there, puz- zled, began to laugh, and Miss Jones started once more on the well-beaten path to the familiar corner in order to discover the cause of such an unre- strained outburst. Fortunately, -how ever, before she reached her destina- tion, the bell rang, and Dick, Bill, and John were lost in the crowd, suspending operations until a future date. HARRY BURNS '34 THE STORY OF THE OLD MAN The old fellow didn't go around much -not even to church on Sunday. But every day he went walking in the woods. He'd stay almost all day and then around six oiclock he'd come walk- ing up the street again. He didn't speak to any of the neighbors, so they didn't bother to speak to him. No one visited him when he first came to town. He didn't care, though - just kept to himself. The people did notice him, though-wondered about him all the time. The wives looked out their front windows to watch him when he went by. His house always looked pretty good. He hired somebody to paint it every five years-and the barn out back. He kept all the pickets on the fences. Once a year he had a woman in to clean, but she never found out much about him. Said he was neat aind there wasn't much work for her to o. Probably he had been good-looking when he was young. He had a great white beard that reached way down to his neck-kept his hand on it all the time,--while he walked-talked-any- thing. Nobody ever saw him without his hand on that great white beard. He was tall-big-framed-health-looking. He dressed just ordinary-brown coat. He had a line, regular face-almost like a woman's,-long, thin nose-thin, sen- sitive lips-dark, deep-set eyes. His eyes-they were kind of funny, though. One day a neighbor went over to see if he could use the telephone, because his was out of order. But the old fel- low wouldn't even let him come in. The neighbor was mad because he had to walk a long way to another telephone. The other day they found him. He died in the night. Old age-that's what the doctor said. He died an easy death. THE PILGRIM 41 Just fell asleep when he went to bed and then never woke up. That's the best way to go-just fall asleep-easy- like. He looked so calm lying in the big oak bed-his arms outside the cov- ers - everything in order - nothing even mussed. His face was peaceful, satisfied. His face sure was beautiful. Never saw such a beautiful face on a man. His eyes were closed. His left hand was on his great white beard. In his other hand was a bunch of papers-- all written on, fine-pinned together with a little wire clip. He didn't have any folks. Nobody knew about any, anyway. And they never found any. When the undertaker came to fix him, he took the papers. Said they were all crazy. The old man must have been awful queer. Said they were all about some religious stuff-how he had found the Perfect Way-the True God-death. Eclectic, the undertaker called it. Said he was a fanatic or something. May- be. His eyes-they were kind of funny. Donon-:Y HOLMES '34 EULOGY FOR SAM You never knew my pal Sam, did you? One swell guy, Sam. Greatest friend a fellow ever had. Sam roamed more, saw more places, did more things than anyone this side of the Mississippi. Sam was a sailor. I say was because he-well, he passed away yesterday. Didn't die any natural, painless death in his sleep, either. Nothing as tame as that for Sam. Sam was killed fight- ing a Ohinaman in San Francisco. He would have been still living, too, if the dirty double-crosser hadn't stuck him in the back. I wonder how Sam came to let that Chinaman get behind him . . . Sam and I were brought up in the same village. When Sam was fourteen, he ran away to sea. I stayed here. But Sam was always a great one for ad- venture, so he ran away. He came back, though. But each time he came back it wasn't with the idea of staying --no, sir. He wanted me to go away to sea with him. What stories he used to tell me! The stormy and calm days on the sea, the foreign lands, the gold mines he'd found, his experiences fight- ing his way through the jungle, the mammouth sea serpents, the octopi he'd wrestled with in the depths of the sea-oh, Sam was some man all right! He was no liar, either. I don't say he didn't stretch the truth a little at times. Who doesn't? And I know Sam had wonderful things happen to him. Why, that time he-well, I'll get to that. As I was saying, Sam kept asking me to go with him. One day I said I'd go. We got out on the middle of the ocean, and after a few days of seasick- ness, I began to enjoy myself. Then one day a storm came up, and what a storm! The ship rolled and pitched and pitched and rolled. The crew was scurrying around, but I had enough to do to keep myself out of the ocean. What waves! Those waves were so big that they washed every- thing moveable OH the deck and drenched everything under the deck. Sam was having a hard time of it. The waves were almost making him lose his grip on the wheel. Every time I got a chance I looked to see whether he was still there. For a while he stuck like a leech. Then I looked again and, horrified, I caught a glimpse of his feet going overboard The Wheel spun 'round, and the ship, out of control, swung around, also. I rushed to grab the wheel, but another wave was com- ing over-a huge green mountain! The ship lurched. The wave towered over it, then came on-and with it came Sam. Don't tell me he wasn't some man! FLORENCE ARMSTRONG '34 THE DAY'S END Out of the east Like a plumed knight, The sun mounts to the sky On a gallant quest. As tim e goes On, Like an injured knight, Wounded in battle With the powerful night, It sinks toward the earth, Leaving an endless Trail of blood. Then the death blow By darkness is dealt- The end has come. CARLO GUIDOBONI '34 A LITTLE BOY SPEAKS Oh, Mother, sing me a song of the sea, For I am afraid of deathg Oh, Mother, take the fear from me, And sing me to sleep With a song of the deep, And the sea-wind's salty breath. For, Mother, the nights are growing long, And the dark is drawing nearg Oh, Mother, sing me a brave sea-song, And send me to sleep With a song of the deep That will drive away my fear. MARION MCGINNIS '35 42 THE PILGRIM TO THE TOWER OF LEARNING I stood at the crossroads of life one day, Full eager to find the noblest way To climb the pathway to Learning and Fame. I hesitated to make my choice. It seemed as though I heard a voice OIT in the distance, calling my name. I waited, and then to my listening ear It spoke in tones so sweet and clear That I marvelled as it began to say: My child, before your choice you would make, Please let me show you the right road to take, Here is the path-its journey is hardg Sometimes its obstacles may you retard And cause you to rue your decision. But this is the path that will bring you much bliss. All the values of life you'1l surely not miss, And your reward at the end, you may vision. For the Tower of Learning completes this long trailg May you climb to its heights, and never once fail To realize the dreams of your future! And now, my class, as Commencement Day nears, I relate what the voice said to me. May everyone heed its worthwhile advice, If the top of that tower he'd see. SHIRLEY DUTTON '34 DESTINIES An ocean liner Carries its precious load Across the blue expanse- Some young children On their Hrst trip, Some old men on their last, Some young actors, A singer, or a poet, A musician, or maybe Just a merchant, Going back to the Land of his birth. Such differences among them! Yet they are outwardly alike While they sail on-on-on To unknown destinies. JEANETTE GoonW1N '35 A SHORT STORY'S SHORT STORY Oh gosh! I've got to write a short story. No, I'll make it a play and I'll have, let's see what shall I have ?-No, I guess that Iill just have to make it a short story. What will it be about? I know, I'll have it about some fellow telling what he learned in high school. What I Learned in High School I, John Brown, being required to write what I learned in high school, do submit the following thesis: CI'm afraid that I've mixed a few facts.J I learned that the square of the hypoe tenuse of a right triangle plus the cube of the cosine of X plus two equals the tense of be. Ohm's Law and the valence of the element copper are contributing factors to the popular belief that pink tooth brush is a hereditary disease. Caesar was ambitious, but why should Polonius give advice to Laertes when Clay, the Great Emancipator gave Hammurapi's Code to General Johnson. In twenty-one days an egg becomes a chicken and, if two horses can do the work in three days, the reason for the formation of the German Confederation was the professional jealousy between Ptolemy I and Archduke Maximilian. Rasputin murdered Napoleon in 1812 at the Battle of Bull Run and Brutus caused the World War by killing Cleo- patra with a was-p. Croesus made all of his money by holding Ophelia for ransom until Si- las Marner paid Mrs. Micawber the two dollars that he borrowed from the Ancient Mariner .... Now that I've written this much, how shall I end it? I can have John taking an entrance examination for an insane asylum or have him dream all of it. Well, I guess I just won't pass any story in. It isn't required, so I suppose my mark can stand it. GILBERT ANDREWS '34 ,-, A BIT OF AN OVERSIGHT He was on his way home with his new car, which was absorbing all his attention when he felt that he had forgotten something. Twice he stopped, counted his parcels, and searched his pocketbook, but finally decided that he had everything with him. Yet the feeling persisted. When he reached home his daughter ran out, stopped short, and cried, Why, Father, where's Mother. Taken from the South African News-Natal, South Africa: Evidence of efforts to implant food wisdom in the young Japanese mind is provided in this quotation from a sample of school composition. The banana are great, remarkable fruit. He are constructed in the same architectural style as the honourable sausage. Difference be- ing skin of sausage are habitually consumed, while it not adviceable to eat rapping of banana. Banana are held aloft while consumingg sau- sage are usually left in reclining position. Sau- sage depend for creation on human being or on stuffing machine, while banana are pristine product of honourable Mother Nature. Ins case of sausage both conclusions are at- tached to other sausagesg honourable banana, on the other hand, are joined on one end to the stem and opposite termination are entirely loosef' THE PILGRIM 43 Huber Uhr 13311512 Glnpnla What has happened this last year We tell all now to yon, Anal let it pass before you In a little news review. May we jog your memory a bit, and bring back to you the school high- lights of the year of N. R. A. CNO Radio Allowedl, C. C. C. CC'ontinued Crowded Conditionsj , C.W. A. CCan't Work Any- wayj, P. W. A. CPupils Working Am- bitiously! ! I ? and S. A. S. CSeats are Scarcel? Surely you haven't forgotten the Jewels of Isabella CDorothy Perkinsj presented by Miss Brown's United States History classes last October? Wasn't Brick Bennett lovely as the Virgin and didn't Carlo make a realistic Columbus when he devoured raw frank- furters and Italian pone with appal- ling gusto? Do you remember Mr. Schlagenhauf of Northeastern who spoke to us 'way back last September, and those two ab- sorbing musical assemblies in which Miss Leavitt of B. U. School of Music, was pianist and teacher? Believe it or not, even the sophisticated seniors be- came interested in her combination of music and fairy story! lWe mourn the loss of senior dignitylj You can't have forgotten Doctor Grafflin who gave the sage advice, Don't be a human pickle. And now just a reminder lest you forget the fine Armistice Day program presented by the Junior English classes. Ki! Yi! Yi l fI'm heading for the last roundup! J and the beat of the tom-tom resounded through the ancient and well-worn corridors when Joe Po- canto, honest-to-goodness, cross-our- hearts Injun, gave us an example of his tribal sun dance. Mammy's little baby loves shortnin' bread, and maybe we didn't love to sing it with Ernest Johnson, negro tenor, leading us. Then there was Joe Toye of the Bos- ton Herald Traveller, who took us be- hind the scenes with a newspaper man, and maybe we didn't envy Richard Ben- nett, Class of '24, P. H. S., who spent a year in Spain sketching and trav- eling when he narrated his experiences to us in an assembly. The Commercial Department had an assembly especially appealing to them when Mr. Willard of the Bentley School of Accounting spoke to us last March. t'Do right and fear no man, don't write and fear no woman, advises one of the witty motto's on Miss Cary's blackboard. CWe'd like to follow its ad- vice, but someone's got to write this column.J Ah, me, and lack-a-day, let's be brave and continue .... Wellllll-there was a Senior Dance last December, probably long since for- gotten, but nevertheless very successful and well attended. Clubs have been unusually activ-e this year. Now let's see-there's the Sophomore Creative Writing Club un- der Mrs. SWift's supervision, the Jun- ior Press Club which keeps the town newspapers well informed on school ac- tivities, and the Latin Club which has had a picnic and Valentine Party for Freshman fwe suspect Miss Wilber of liking the lean and h.ungry Froshj. The Latin Club also sponsored Tuesday night Reading Circles for Sophomores. Oliver Matinzi surprised us with his ability when he became actor in the Thanksgiving Play presented and writ- ten by members of the Sophomore Eng- lish Classes. The Christmas Spirit was much in evidence last Yuletide. B-esides the usual Christmas boxes prepared for needy families by home rooms, and the sale of tickets for a movie benefit which helped finance the Kiddies Party, the Senior English Classes gave an in- spiring play, The Cathedral Clock . Lawrence Bongiovani's interpretation of the Blind Visitor showed unusual dramatic talent, and John Ferreira is to congratulated on his faithful repro- duction of a German fifteenth-century home. A novel sketch of Washington and Lincoln conversing, celebrated their birthdays jointly at an assembly spon- sored by the Sophomore History Classes. How well do you know your U90 com- mon errors ? We found out last No- vember when Education Week was ob- served with a presentation of S.O.S. an original play by Daniel Brown. Flor- ence Armstrong, Shirley Dutton, Sarah Dill, and James Louden were the most apt at recognizing poor English, and were rewarded with cash prizes. 44 THE PILGRIM Ooooh! I wish I'd studied my English grammar more! ! After seeing balls vanish mysterious- ly into thin air in a short assembly one morning, the student body decided to sponsor an evening of magic by the Great Bruce. We're still wondering what the connection was between the trap door which Mr. Bodell cut in the stage floor the morning of February 8th, and the performance that night of Great Bruce, the magician. Sports Results CGradedJ Girls' Hockey B Football D Clt breaks our hearth Girls' Basketball C Boys' Basketball A But, oh, that tour- namentlj Do you remember Jeannette, Buddy, and Harry as cheerleaders at the Arm- istice Day football game? How the wind did blow! fMartyrs to a good cause.j The torch which they lighted burned on brightly thru the basketball season when school spirit manifested it- self vociferously. Don't you just love the Senior Class rings? CPatience is rewardedlj The Junior's taste in rings isn't so, bad either. Have you seen theirs yet? Do you remember these school social events? The Senior Project with its apprecia- tive audience at the play, and the en- thusiastic group of dancers later on? The Sophomore Hop-a recent inno- vation and a great success? The Freshman Dance always antici- pated and much enjoyed? The Junior Prom-the year's social highlight held in a beautifully decorat- ed hall? At a most interesting assembly a short time ago, Mr. Warren of the State Farm in Bridgewater gave us an un- usual talk on his work among the men- tally deficient. Bravo! Encore l and great applause rang through our spacious C?J assem- bly hall as Mr. Walters of the New Eng- land Conservatory of Music entertained us at the piano with some exceptionally fine playing. With him, Mr. Dyer told us some interesting facts about La Belle Franc-e. CAttention, Miss Carey, we make practical use of our French l lj At another assembly, a jolly soul- saver, Colonel Walter Winchell, other-- wise known as the Bishop of the Bow- ery, increased our store of knowledge about that world-famed s-ection of New York City. A new thing in student organiza- tions is the Student Activities Society, which has recently been organized to encourage and coordinate extra- curricula activities both new and old within the school? Although ther-e is little time for action this year, the or- ganization is making a good start for a year of great activity next year. More power to you, S. A. S.! Yum! Yum! Weren't we hungry! But who wouldn't be after seeing the moving pictures given at the Old Colony Theatre through the courtesy of Mr. Kunze and the Hershey Chocolate Com- pany? THE PILGRIM StaE has attended two meetings of the Southeastern Massa- chusetts League of School Publications, one in Milton, the other in Bridgewater. Now we'll cease, desist, and stop- In other words, refrain- Until next year, when we'll be back To pester you again. A reverdecie, MARJORIE S. BELCHER '34 ALBA MARTINELLI '36 Alumni Notes Members of the Class of '33 Seeking Higher Learning- MILTON BERG, who is enrolled at Brown University, is, of course, doing well scholastically, and has found time to go out for freshman football. GILBERT BESSE, at Northeastern Uni- versity, is among the leaders of his class. ENZO BONGIOVANNI, who is honoring Wilbraham Academy with his presence, may be seen walking along Main Street with a collegiate pipe in his mouth humming the tune, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes. WARREN DAVIS, who was forced to forsake Phillips Andover Academy for the Phillips House CMassachuset1.s General Hospitall due to an unruly appendix, is back at the academy, a few inches taller, but otherwise unchanged. FERDINAND FIOCCHI fDr. Fiocchi to youj -is at Tufts College preparing either for the medical or dental profes- sion. THE PILGRIM 45 BERTHA JAMES finds it as easy to lead the girls of Hampton Institute in athletics as she did our own P. H. S. girls. JUSTIN WALKER is at Higgins Class- ical Institute. His athletic end-eavors, while most successful, have resulted in another cauliflower ear. MARJORIE CASSIDY, the only repre- sentative of the Class of '33 to enroll at Bridgewater State Teachers' College, is maintaining the fine quality of work which marked her high school days. DOROTHY TESTONI and EDITH HAL- BERG are upholding the honor of our school at Chandler Secretarial and do- ing a very fine piece of work at it. JOSEPH SHAW is among these brave souls who arise at an unearthly hour in ord-er to catch the early morning train for Northeastern University. Down at Hyannis Teachers' College, FRANCES BURGESS is putting forth her best efforts and doing very well. MARGARET WHITING, '33's overworked artist, is continuing her chosen work at the Vesper George School of Art. KENNETH TINGLEY, the quiet little fellow himself, is singing the praise of Boston University, and in no 'uncertain tones. EDWARD WARNSMAN, who has aided so greatly in giving P. H. S. dramatics their fine name, is studying at the New England Conservatory of Music. ANNA O'BRIEN, the delegate to La- sell Junior College, is fulfilling her mis- sion admirably. VICTORIA BREWER is using the energy which used to be spent in ,performing artistic duties for the class, in making a name for herself at Bryant and Strat- ton. IRIS ALBERTINI is piling up honors at Radcliffe. Still, what else could be ex- pected of Iris? GILBERT HARLOW, the leader of the Class of '33, has been elect-ed Vice- President of the Freshman Class at Tufts College and ranks fifth highest scholastically. JEANNETTE MARTIN '34 TRACK TEAM Left to right Cfirst rowbz KPJ Tony Gavoni, Alton Cavicchi, Edward Brewster, James Marada, Burnham Young, Vincent Baietti, Albert Albertinig fsecond rowll James Boyle, Carmino Rossetti, Antonio Provinzancl, Arthur Ragazzini, Car'1o Guidoboni, Vincent Tassinari, Ralph Goodwing fthird rowb: Charles Potter, re- porterg Olindo Borghesani, Eric Eccleston, Robert Martin, William MacPhail, Alton Whiting, David Brewer, Dunham Rogers, Bradford Martin, Louis Poluzzi, Balmon Pimental, Mr. Smith, coach 46 THE PILGRIM 5. -f ff' 1 'QF' lf..-ES it T K i ,-e .ii,,..----M l ift M- ,' is sm tif aggizf ,4 25 5: '-231' - - Q ,'l- -EEE-:B 1 E EL ,T- --B 1.5-f .. i wr -fx L-J, , - FOOTBALL The past football season proved to be a most disastrous one for Plymouth High School. Th-e team won only one game, tied another, and lost six. With the very first game the injury jinx started and followed the team through the entire season. B-eginning with Falmouth, the team won a victory over the Cape boys, but with the Hing- ham game the injuries started to pile up and so did the defeats. The following members of last year's team have hung up the moleskins for the last time: Warren Sampson, Thomas Roncarati, Joseph Stefani, Olindo Borghesani, Carlo Guidoboni, Charles Ryan, and Francis Lavache. With Bradford Martin, Andrew Bas- ler, Arthur Raggazini, Jack Guimares. Vincent Neri, Albert Albertini, and Alonzo James returning for next year's team, prospects for a good season are very bright. Coach Bagnall also expects promising material from the freshman team. BASKETBALL The basketball season, from the points of attendance and finances, was the most successful one in the history of the school. Each game was played be- fore capacity crowds. The team lost only two games during the scheduled season, but was defeated by Abington in the semi-final round at the South Shore tournament in Brock- ton. Incidentally Abington went on to win th-e tournament and gain perman- ent possession of the Kiwanis trophy. It was necessary to win this trophy three times to hold it. By defeating Rockland in the consolation game, Plymouth gained third place. The following players will be lost to the team for next year: William Mac- Phail, Dunham Rogers, Thomas Ron- carati, Harold Clark, Ralph Goodwin, Arthur Strassel, and Charles Ryan. Among the players who will return to the game are: Bradford Martin, Al- ton Whiting, Atteo Ferrazi, Mario Garuti, Louis Polluzzi, and Gerald Mayo. Two Plymouth players, Alonzo James and Arthur Strassel, were chosen by the coaches of the district for the all- district team. The team was picked in this way: each coach had five votes, one vote for each position on the team, and the player who received most votes for a position was given that position on the mythical team. Babe James received eight votes of a possible nine, and Strassel received six votes. Congratulations, Babe and Art. BASEBALL Before the actual call for candidates for varsity baseball was issued, an intra-mural league was formed. In this league there were eight teams. The captains of the teams were appointed by Coaches Smith and Bagnall, and then at a meeting of the coaches and captains, teams were chosen with ap- proximately twelve players allowed to each team. The games were started im- mediately after the selection of players. Before the season was many days old it was announced that, through the ef- forts of Coach Bagnall and the courtesy and generosity of Eddie Collins, Vice- President of the Boston Red Sox, the winners of the league would be the guests of the Red Sox management at a ball game on May 14. Babe James and his team, after a close race, were finally declared the champions of the league, and so it was their good fortune to be the guests of the Red Sox. As this edition goes to press, the varsity baseball schedule has not started. The first game of the season was to have been played at Middleboro on May 4, but was called off because of rain and later canc-elled because an- other suitable date could not be ar- ranged. TRACK The first warm days of spring found a large and promising group of track aspirants answering Coach Smith's call for candidates. The first few days were spent in limbering up stiff muscles,- then followed a period of real training and practice. This year Coach Smith had a novel way of running off the inter-class track THE PILGRIM 47 meet. Instead of having the whole meet on one afternoon, a different event was held each day. In this way Coach Smith was able to form a more accurate opinion of each candidate. After all the events had been held, it was found that the senior class had easily won, with the juniors in second place. The seniors had a decided edge in the track events, but the other classes pressed the victors in the field events. In the first inter-scholastic meet our boys were defeated by a fine Braintree team by the one-sided score of 54-17. The Plymouth boys next journeyed to Hingham where they were barely nosed out by the score of 45-41. In this meet Plymouth showed a great deal of im- provement. As this issue goes to press, there remain four dual meets and a dis- trict meet at Brockton in which the Plymouth High team will participate. FRANCIS LAVACHE '34 BOYS' BASKETBALL TEAM Left to right Cfirst rowbz Dunham Rogers, Arthur Strassel, Alonzo James, Ralph Goodwin, Thomas Roncarati, Charles Ryan, Csecond rowbt Mario Garuti, Atteo Ferazzi, Bradford Martin, William MacPhail, Alton Whiting, Harold Clark 1 BOYS' BASEBALL TEAM Left to right Ciirst rowb: Carleton Petit, Ralph Lamborghini, Csecond rowl: Albert Albertini, Ralph Goodwin, Arthur Ragazzini, Alonzo James, Thomas Roncarati, Robert Profettyg fthird rowbz Carmino Rossetti, Atteo Ferrazi, Harold Clark, Alton Whiting, Charles Bagnall, coachg George Courtney, Bradford Martin, Andrew Basler, Louis Poluzzi V ,., , , L, 48 THE PILGRIM Girls' Athletics HOCKEY Another successful season for Plym- outh High! Mrs. Garvin built her team around four of last year's players. The Sopho- mores should be given special credit for their playing. This season Plymouth played six in- terscholastic games. We were victor- ious in three, tied two, and lost one. The Alumnae game, which was the most interesting and exciting game of the season, ended in a 2-2 tie. Louise Guy, '29, was the outstanding player on the Alumnae team. While the seniors maintained their good records of former years, there were several outstanding sophomores. Among them were Margaret Donovan, who has been ranked as one of Plymouth High's best center-forwardsg and Janet Clark, who is trying to equal the good record that her aunt made in '29 as left- inside. P. H. S. schedule-1933 Team Place Score Scituate There 1-0 Bourne There 1-1 Kingston Here 0-2 Bourne Here 0-4 Kingston There 0-2 Marshfield Here 2-2 Alumnm Here 2-2 BASKETBALL The whole of last year's team having graduated, Mrs. Garvin was forced to re-organize her team. Because of this handicap we were not so successful as usual in this sport. However Coach Garvin has found several freshman and sophomores who may prove to be very good players. I The first team was defeated in every game, while the second team won two games. P. H. S. Schedule-1933-34 Team Place Score Rockland There 32-13 Middleboro Here 23-15 Alumnae Here 05-13 Middleboro There 29-25 Rockland Here 24-09 For the first time the Plymouth girls played intra-mural games in basketball. Having these games increases the abil- ity of the players and gives every girl a real chance to play basketball. Five seniors and one junior were cap- tains of these intra-mural teams. The seniors who served were E. Bradford, M. Zandi, R. Gardner, D. Perkins, A. Cappella, the junior was H. Brewer. TRACK As in all other sports, many of the stars graduated in 1933. With Bertha James and Hazel Clark gone, the Track team was handicapped. But, again our Coach, who just wonit let things like this discourage her, has been selecting her girls from the freshman and sopho- more groups. She hopes that these young athletes will take the places of the former stars. Shall we again carry off the honors at the Brockton Track Meet as we have done in former years? is the burning question. TENNIS AND BASEBALL Mrs. Garvin is planning to continue her coaching in tennis this year. She wishes to build a girls' tennis team that will compete with other schools. Because of the successful baseball season last year, we have decided to continue this sport. Last year was our first venture into this field. Coach Gar- vin has scheduled games with Hanover and Scituate. Plymouth will also play return games with these schools. AUGUSTA CAPPELLA '34 CLASS WILL Continued from page 16 ered another stormy year, and the hope that you succeed as well with the class of '38. To the Class of 1935: May the com- ing senior class be as prompt and de- cisive in making class meeting decisions as their most worthy predecessors! To the Class of 1936: We leave the P. H. S. remembering your highly in- tellectual class, and, if any of us return as P. G.'s, let it be known that the cause is probably the desire to see more of certain young flames To the Class of 1937: May the next class of freshies stuff as much paper into your new desks as you did into ours! Drawn up in the offices of Rosen- crantz, Guildenstern, Eckbeum, and Schmultzg and to be executed through the agency of Karl von Tegavootchi. Witnessed by: Pmncrv.-1.1. F. FLANNELMOUTH, ESQ. PANCHO B. GOMEZ II LEROY SCHRIEBER HARRY BURNS THE PILGRIM GIRLS' BASEBALL TEAM Left to right first roWJ: Daisy Hall, Alba Martinelli, Ruth Gardner, Elizabeth Vaughn, Lucy Mayo, Janet Clark, Thelma Ferioli, Alma Guidettig Csecond rowlz Alice Hall, Nellie Pierce, Jean Whiting, Katharine Lahey, Evelyn Schreiber, Catherine CCrisJ Christie, Margaret Donovan, Edna Nickersong Cthird rowlz Ruth Valler, Marguerite CKethJ Ketchen, Aurora Regini, Gertrude Simmons, Mrs. Garvin, coach, Elise Monti, Marion Morey, Jennie Mazilli, Augusta Cappella 1 GIRLS' HOCKEY TEAM Left to right Hirst rowbz Margaret Donovan, Theresa Govi, Augusta Cappella, Alma Guidetti, Edna Nickersong fsecond rowbi Elizabeth Vaughn, Lucy Mayo, Ruth Gardner, Ruth Buttner, Janet Clark, Evelyn Schreiber, Alice Hallg fthird rowl: Ruth Valler, Daisy Hall, Aurore Regini, Jean Whiting, Gertrude Simmons, Catherine Christie, Thelma Ferioli, Mrs. Garvin, coach 50 THE PILGRIM .3 d Q4 XFOIQEIQU X f ANGUAGES . i Q - rx LA FORET Il y etait un preteur d'argent qui C'es-t la foret que les Americains aiment. Dans la foret on trouve beau- coup d'arbres verts et diarbustes. Le fond est couvert de gazon et de belles fleurs. La silence tranquille, la brise fraiche, la franchise d'espace: ce sont les charmes principaux de la foret. En hiver, la beaute prodigieuse de la foret s'augmente. Tous les abres sont couverts de neige qui petille dans la clarte du soleil. La neige blanche pro- tege tout. Oln es-t etonne par le changement d'aspect. Le vent siffle dans les branches des abres. Au printemps les arbres nues sont changes par la naissance des feuilles. Avec cette naissance arrivent les petits oiseaux. Leurs chants joyeux sont accueillis' par tqut le monde. Dans- les lieux ombreux, on trouve la petite vi- olette douce. Partout on voit le retour F21 la vie apres le long hiver. Partout on trouve la joie de la vie. Ah! que la foret est magnifiquel LEROY SCHREIBER '34 Un homme nomme Patrick O'Riley etait un grand buveur. Sa femme, qui voulait corriger l'habitude, a cherche le conseil de sa voisine. Elle lui a ex- plique un plan. -Parce que votre mari passe un cimetiere tous les soirs cachez-vous-y et, quand il passe, faites signe d-es bras et dites- O-o-o-o, je suis Satan l Ceci Feffrayera beaucoup et il ne touchera jamais plus de liqueur. Le prochain soir le femme attendait son mari au cimetiere. Quand Patrick y passait, elle fit signe des bras et elle dit, O-o-o-0, je suis Satan! Patrick, pas deconcerte, siavanca et dit, Touchez-la, je me suis marie avec votre epousef' GEORGE FARNELL '34 demeurait dans une petite ville. Il etait notoire parce qu'il etait si chiche. Un jour pendant qu'il se promenait il a perdu son porte-feuille dans- lequel il y avait deux cent cinquante dollars. Il a mis un avis dans le journal mais son porte-feuille n'etait pas rendu. Apres un mois il a decide que quiconque l'avait trouve avait tenu l'argent. Un jour, apres que deux mois ont passe, un fermier a frappe A la porte. ll l'avait trouve. Le fermier attendait pour voir si l'homme lui donnerait une petite re- compense. La preteur a ouvert le porte- feuille, a compte l'argent et dit, -Bien, tout l'argent est ici, mais ou est liinteret pour les deux mois pendant lesquels je ne pouvais pas m'en servir? Amos BONZAGNI '34 LA VIELLE FRUITIERE On voyait toujours dans les rues de Paris une vieille dame' habillee d'une robe noire dechiree, et portant un grand chapeau couvrant presque ses petits yeux. Elle portait un panier plein de pommes et d'autresi fruits qu'elle rendait aux gens qui passaient et la dans les rues. On Vappelait Madame La Fruitiere. Un jour elle est allee dans la Rue St. Marie pour vendre ses fruits a une belle jeune fille, une dansense dans le theatre. Madame Boucart aimait beaucoup cette lille non sulement parce qu'elle etait or- pheline mais parce qu'elle semblait tou- jours triste, desireuse d'avoir quelqu'un avec qui elle pouvait parler. Ce jour. quand elle est arrivee ia la porte derriere le theatre, elle n'a pas trouve Mlle. La Belle et ayant demande a quelqu'un ou elle se trouvait, la vieille dame a appris que la danseuse etait tres malade dans l'h6pital. THE PILGRIM 51 La pauvre etait tres triste mais avant qu'elle put demander a quelqu'un le nom de lihopital, un agent de police l'a prise par le bras et lui dit: -Mlle. Lia Belle veut vous voir im- mediatement dans l'H36pital de Paris. En y arrivant elle etait menee dans une chambre ou se couchait le j eune fllle. -Bonjour, Madame Boucart, dit la iille a voix bass-e. -Bonjour, ma chere, repondit la vieille dame. Est-ce que vous etes tres malade, ma petite? -Oui, mais comme vous etes mon amie, je veux vous confier quelque chose. Quand jletais enfant ma mere m'a quitte. Elle a ecrit une lettre a mon perse, dans laquelle elle lui a dit qu'elle n'etait pas digne de lui et qu'elle ne aussi qu'il trouverait une autre femme qui n'avait pas passe une mauvaise vie comme elle l'avait fait. Elle s'appelle Anna Beaumont. Si vous pouvez la trouver, dites-lui que je l'aimais bien qu'elle ...... , mais la! jeune iille n'avait pas la force de finir. La vieille dame a decouvert trop tard que cette chere amie etait sa fille. JOSEPHINE MONTANARI '34 GASTON DOUMERGE Apres le scandale recent de Stavisky qui a cause la ruine de deux gouverne- ments francais et presqu'une revolution, les Francais ont rappele du sud de la France un petit homme, le seul homme qui put restituer l'ordre. Il s'appelle Gaston Doumerge et quand il est arrive, les gens se sont rejouis. Il y avait beaucoup d'autres prob- lemes a resoudre: le .franc etait en danger, le budget n'etait pas balance, il y avait la question de Hitler. Un de ses premiers accomplissements etait le balancement du budget. Il a ordonne qu'il soit passe avant le premier mars. A minuit, le vingt-huit fevrier on a arrete toutes les horloges dans la chambre de Deputes et les Deputes ont travaille jusqu'au point du jour quand le budget etait passe. Pour se rendre compte de la coniiance que les Francais ont en lui, il faut savoir quelque chose de sa vie. Gaston Doumerge est ne a Augues- Vives en Gard, il y a soixante-dix ans. Il a commence sa carriere comme avocat plaidant. Plus tard il etait magistrat en Cochin-Chime et en Alglerie et il etait elu a la Chambre de Deputes. D'autres- positions qu'il a tenues sont le Ministre des Colonies, le Vice-President de la Chambre, le Ministre de Com- merce, le Ministre d'Education et senateur. En 1913 il a forme un cabinet et il s'est 'mis en charge des affaires etrangeres, mais lui et son cabinet etaient forces de resigner l'annee pro- chaine. Au commencement de la Grande Guerre il etait Ministre des Colonies et en 1917 on l'a envoye en Russe pour examiner les conditions. Quand il est retourne il est devenu senateur de nouveau et alors, le President du senat. En 1924 quand le President Alexandre Millerand etait force de resigner, Gas- tounet, le petit homme, qui ne s'etait jamais lie ai un scandale politique, un celibataire, et, apres beaucoup diannees en politiques, encore un homme pauvre, est devenu le President de la Republique. Et maintenatt, le Premier Doumerge veut empecher un autre vacarme et effacer de memo-ire le scandale de Stavisky par une periode de gouverne- ment honnete. Il sait que la crise ne iinira jusqu'a ce que cette infamie soit exposee et expliquee. Dans presque toutes les- grandes crises de l'histoire, il se presente un chef qui guide sa patrie dans ses difiicultes. Les Francais croient qu'ils ont trouve leur sauveur, Gaston Doumerge. LAURA LAMBORGHINI '34 , .l.l.l- RUMOR ffidapted from VirgiZ's Aeneid,'j Rumor, By day sitting on silent haunches, Hears, with feather-covered ears, A11 the gossip of each towng Terrifying whole cities By her awe-inspiring presence. By night, flying o'er peaceful nations, She spreads gossip with her prating mouths, Ever Watching with a million eyesg And in her Wake leaves horrified people, Gasping at both truth and lies- Rumor. HARRY BURNS '34 ROMAN ELECTIONS Fundamentally, Roman elections were much the same as ours, although they Were conducted differently. The Romans transacted many po- litical matters and elected their of- ficials in two assemblies of the peo- ple called the Ucomitia tributa and the Hcomitia centuriataf' In the former, the people voted in tribes, which cor- respond roughly to the city Wards of modern times. This assembly elected the less important magistrates. In the 52 THE PILGRIM latter, the people were divided into cen- turies or military divisio-ns. Here the consuls, censors, praetors, and other more important officials were elected. Although our ballots and indirect method of voting are of more recent origin, political parties, campaign speeches, bribery, intimidation of vot- ers, and other methods- of controlling the elections existed as extensively 'then as they do today. Even posters' announc- ing the candidates have been found. Often these posters bore fierce little Warnings' s-uch as: May the person who defaces this get sick. Many induce- ments were probably used to influence the vote, but the importance of cam- paign cigars had not been discovered in Roman times. CHARLES Coormn '35 ,l, CLASS PROPHECY Continued from page 19 bit eloquent, but after all, it's only the nature of the beast.J , Kenneth Gray, in collaboration with David Rushton, chose the one on the right because, as he said, It must bc right. Anyhow, he got left. Feeling the eiects of Brigida's lem- onade, we stop in to see Dr. Carlo Gui- doboni. Making ourselves comfortable in the spacious waiting room and tired of re-reading the usual old magazines, We turned on the radio, a Young Super D-X Television Receiver. The first thing to greet our ears was the melodious voice of Paul Warnsman, the nation's leading crooner, then that of Irene LaRocque, accompanied by Dorothy Holmes, pianist in Volta's or- chestra. The selection over, Louise Rose, the announcer, takes the microphone and tells us what we are going to hear next. We fool her, however, by turning to an- other station and are nearly put to sleep by the bedtime stories of Mary Riley. Laura Lamborghini, Carlo's private secretary, shakes us out of our doze to say that Carlo isn't in. We thank her for the use of the of- fice and leave, only to find the booths closed and the crowds gone home. Well, don't you think We've traveled around and seen enough for one day? TRASK GIRLS' BASKETBALL TEAM Left to right ffirst rowb: Alba Martinelli, Theresa CGOWJ Govi, Helen Brewer, Lucy Mayo, Janet Clark, Edna Nickerson, fsecond rowJ: Daisy Hall, Alice Hall, Ruth Gardner, Elizabeth Vaughn, Katharine Lahey, Evelyn Schreiber, Margaret Donovan, Thelma Ferioli, Alma. Guidettig Cthird rowl: Ruth Valler, Aurora Regini, Nellie Pierce, Jean Whiting, Gertrude Simmons, Mrs. Garvin, coach, Elsie Monti, Marion Morey, Catherine Christie, Jennie Mazilli, Augusta Cappella THE IPILGRIM 53 .L 1,5 ' --P fat -:'f+' l!z-El-fgi if H , A MF ,iyfgcfx ., dh 5 ig! E Q L1 3 lu - 5 Q MQ- -- J - g ii . ' WEE - ' I e zo 'ly hon 51- Q- 1- I, ONE-ACT PLAY TITLE: The Strange Death of Sniifen Snoop or The Inquisitive Inter- viewer DRAMATIS PERSONNJE: Sniffen Snoop, cad. The Editor. SCENE: Anywhere in good old P. H. S. ACT I. Scene I. Curtain rises revealing diligent edi- tor working Cas usualj. A small, wiz- ened, villainous-looking gentleman C?y enters. You guessed it, dear reader. It is Sniffen Snoop. Sniyfen Snoop: O most high and au- gust editor, what is that mound by your elbow? Editor: A pile of magazines which have been received from outside schools. What business is it of yours? Snif: None at all, Ed. Ed: I thought so, Snif. Snif: What are you reading? Ed.' The Sunny Days from Athens, Greece. I find it most interesting for a small publication. Snif: In what part of Massachusetts is Greece? Ed: Don't display your ignorance. Snif: The Wampatuck from Brain- tree has excellent poetry. Ed: I didn't know you could read. Clncredulous toneb Snif: Are you trying to be funny, Ed? Ed: Yes. Snflf: Try harder. Ed: Thank you, Snif. Snif: Ah, here is the Orange Leaf, a most complete magazine. Its column on School News is commendabl-e. Ed: To be sure, Snif, to be sure. CJoe Penner accent! Snvff: The Norwood Arguenot cer- tainly has plenty of photographs, Ed. I think the idea is clever and attrac- tive. Ed: I noticed that too, Snif. Snif: Here we have the Flood Tide all the way from the frigid town of Petersburg, Alaska! Ed: Plymouth is not so hot in the winter, either! Snlf: I didn't know you had a maga- zine from Plymouth, England. Ed: I see you have improved in your geography. Snif: The Mercury cover design is unique, Ed. Ed: Are you still here? Snif: The cartoons in the Attleboro Blue Owl are a distinguishing fea- ture. E'd: Why can't you keep quiet? Snif: What has the West Bridgewater Climber to say about THE PILGRIM? Ed: Creading5 THE PILGRIM is our idea of a school magazine-good stories, excellent foreign language department, clever witticisms. The 'song album' was a clever idea. Snif: Any other comments, Ed? Ed: Listen to this one from the Hop- dale Blue Flame - The cover of your magazine is attractively de- signed. The snap-shots add a per- sonal touch, especially the snap-shots of the Seniors with the individual verses. ' Snzff: I am listening, Ed. Ed: From the Academy Graduate, Newburgh, N. Y.- THE PILGRIM'S YEARBOOK from Plymouth, Massa- chusetts, is of a very commendable nature. The literary work is finely written, the sport section interesting, the foreign language instructive and amusing, and Yearbook, on the whole, is excellent. Congratulations! Snif: Here is the comment of the Rockland Parrot-THE PILGRIM of Plymouth, Massachusetts, is a beau- tiful red and silver magazine artis- tistically designed. This magazine has an able staff to produce such ex- cellent work. I enioyed the account of Miss Nancy's boy friend Fran- cais very much: this was written en- tirely in French. The literary de- partment is excellentg THE PILGRIM 54 THE PILGRIM has a bountiful supply of interesting stories. Ed: How is this from the Weymouth Refiector?- The cover and general make-up of the magazine were very attractive, and the Foreign Language department was quite interesting. Other good features of interest were: The Past, Present, and Future, Lit- erature, and the Alumni Notes. Snif: The Stoneham Authentic says We enjoyed THE PILGRIM greatly. It is a most complete and well writ- ten publication. Let's hear from you some more. Ed: Well, it has been a pleasure meet- you, Sniffer, but, if you must go . . . Sntf: Why are you sitting on those two excellent magazines, the Wal- ham Mirror and the Middleboro Sac- hem, Ed? Because I can't write in a low chair, silly. Sntf: What are you writing? Ed: I am addressing copies of the PILGRIM to the Abington Abhis, the Rockland Parrot, the Duxbury Par- tridge, and millions of others. Woe is me, Sniffen, woe is me! Snif: Tell me, Ed, do you like spinach? fEditor draws revolver and shoots Sniffen Snoop.J Ed: Peace at last! Exit dragging body of Snoop. Curtain falls THE END Playwrights: LEROY SCHREIBER '34 WILLIAM PEARSON ,35 - THE POWER AND THE GLORY Continued from page 33 ered with blood and muck. He thought only of the glory of war, the heat of thc fray, the thrill of battle! Finally Johann commenced to fre- quent the tavern in order to be with his young friends who were soon to go to the front. Often, as he made merry with them, older, wiser men would pull him aside, congratulate the boy, and tell him how lucky he was. And usuallv Jc- hann would brush them aside impati- ently. Old fools, he thought, old coeyvardsl What do they know about it. Now rich men's sons were also draft- ed, but they never went to war, because money was theirs. Wealthy fathers paid Jews to travel and seek substitutes for these faint-hearted sons of wealth. It so happened that many of these dealers in human lives spent much of their time in Roppveiler's coffee-house. They were shrewd, crafty, little men with glinting eyes and a persuading manner, always on the alert for such young men as Johann. Inevitably one of them encountered him, and struck up an acquaintance. They talked, and nat- urally the subject was war. They drank together, and, as they drank, the Jew relentlessly drummed one! thought into Johannis befuddled mind. Meiner Sohn, wheedled the crafty fellow, a fine strong man such as your- self should win honors in the war. Why do you stay at home tied to an apron string? In extenuation, Johann explained. Ah, meiner Sohn, you can do little for your mother now. In wartime buildings are not erected. Instead they are demolished. Do this for your moth- er. Here is gold enough to keep your family comfortable, and when you have gone, there will be one less mouth to feed. Just go in place of Adolph Ec- kert. He is a whining coward. You are not. That I can tell, by looking at you. And the Jew leaned forward confidenti- ally, From information I received, I know the war will soon be over. A few more months and you will be home again, and much money to the good. The Jew spread the gold upon the table, and to Johann it seemed more than the pittance it was. About four hundred francs or eighty dollars, to his blurred vision it was a shining, yellow sea. The Jew explained further, This rich boy fears for his life. For all his money he has as much ambition as a stuffed gander. And then with a change of tactics, But it seems to me that you would be as much use to our army as the fifth wheel of a wagon. ACH! ACH! Lieber knabe, I thought only to help you. He made as if to leave, with a gesture of derision, and at that Johann sprang up. One minute, he cried with vehe- mence, I will go and my mother will bless me. I Thus he signed away the only sup- port of his widowed mother and her five children. He swaggered into the house and seemed surprised to find Frau Wolff far from delighted. Oh, Johann! Johannlv she could only say, for how could she tell him that perhaps his duty was not to fight for kingdoms, but to stay at THE PILGRIM 55 home and struggle for the existence of his family, How could she explain to this proud chap that money meant nothing to her compared to the loss of her noble son, her sole support and hope,-the living memory of his father. For answer Johann said simply, Mother, I couldnit rest and rust! With the next morning came a new realization and repentance for a while, but also in th-e morning the bugles called, the drums rolled, and Johann marched away with a cheery AUF WIEDERSEHENH on his lips, and there was a prayer in the heart of Frau Wolff that the AUF WIEDER- SEHENH might be on earth. As the dreary days lengthened into the even drearier weeks, the family lived in dismal monotony. Each day an agonizing period was to be endured when the villagers assembled in the square to hear the list of the dead read by th-e Burgomeister. Joseph Meyer! Fritz Schaeffer! Adolph Foerder! he would read in a resonant voice that was destined to pierce the heart of some mother there. Then the war crept close to the vil- lage, and the people left their homes to hide in the hills, where all night long they watched the cannons flash over the city not far away. They watched their homes being pillaged by the enemy, while for food they ate nuts and ber- ries found in the woods, augumented by hastily-packed provisions. For drink they milked the roving cows and goats. At last it was safe for the people to return to the village and repair their homes as best they could, and life re- sumed its tiresome routine. Finally a letter was received from Jo- hann. He was now a member of the carefully-selected bodyguard of Em- press Eugenie's son, and he wore a magnificent uniform! How proud his mother should be,-but perhaps Frau Wolff knew then that she could never understand war as her son saw it. It would always be glorious and fine for him, even knowing that his end might be a mangled body in a lonely grave. Yes, he would go onf' she surmised, Ngo on never-fearing, go on never fal- tering, unmindful of the deep, dark hor- rors beneath the surface. There was within him the blood of six fighting an- cestors, ancestors who had fought al- ways, no matter what the conflict. He would adhere to the family tradition with his head held high and his face turned toward the fray, a proud mem- ber of the royal bodyguard of HIS MA- JESTY! THE PRINCE,--SON OF EM- PRESS EUGENIE MARIE. MARY E. BODELL '37 THE TRYSTING PLACE Continued from page 28 Montanari. The prologue was given by Jeannette Martin. The make-up was done by Mr. Charles Armstrong of the '4Workshop Players. Miss Margaret Kenefick most kindly served as coach and she served us well, although she showed some misgivings over the as- tounding and sometimes thoroughly crazy behaviour of the mis -actors and actresses. CTwas their tempera- ment.J Just to serve as an example, Mrs. Briggs plaintively complained to our already worn-out coach Cafter a trying -indeed a very trying rehearsalj that she couldn't act in such a romantic manner as was necessary. Explanations were in order, and it was discovered that she and Mr. Ingolsby weren't speaking, having had a terrific argu- ment the day previous. Frequently Jessie found herself Cquite out of char- acterJ laughing at Rupert's silly faces and sillier remarks in the dramatic climax of a love scene. It also seemed as if that worthy gentleman was always tired, for he spent most of his off time reclining precariously, if not gracefully, on the long, hard seats in Room I. Often when his presence was needed to rehearse a scen-e, it was necessary to comb the rows of seats in the Assembly Hall for him. Lost-one Sampy'i Now that it's all over, I realize that we could have solved the problem by using a dog-collar and leash. There were painful moments for poor L-ancelot when he was forced to practice his disappearing act, and he always came up protesting righteously that he was full of aches and cramps. Since he would go romantic on a beautiful widow much against his mother's wishes, then he should have expected retribution in some form- and no sympathy whatever. The young widow, herself, had one miserable week, remaining at home from rehearsals on the coldest nights because of neuralgia in her face. Yes, this happened the week before the play. Perhaps you have observed that in ev- ery senior play this year some member 56 THE PILGRIM of the cast was ill during the critical last week of rehearsal. Well, it was not dull behind the scenes. Typical shots: 1. Sampy doing a Jekyll-Hyde actg in a falsetto voice playing Rupert and then in the next breath filling in with a deep bass for the Mysterious Voice-whose part he knew by heart. 2. A giggle epidemic , Miss Kene- fick visibly holding her temper until the alternate tittering and loud guffaws had ceased. At this time we wish to tell you that Bill MacPhail accepted, like the troop- er that he is, the last-minute assign- ment of the Mysterious Voice -and he made a good job of it. As a final pleasing touch, the femin- ine members of the cast were presented with bouquets of sweet peas, bestowed upon them by their classmates. Miss Kenefick received a mixed bouquet from the cast. The audience received the perform- ance with enthusiasm, every Senior who was connected with the play, en- joyed the experience, and the class treasury profitted handsomely from this project. Respectfully submitted, UJESSIE Baines TREBOR THE GREAT Continued from page 25 Souls which the Duke of MacPhailoma CBilleeeee, to youj will establish in the very heart of darkest Africa in 1981 after he successfully escapes the ven- geance of the jealous Queen Annie of Hanelvania. This war in itself will not be extremely detrimental to the future welfare of the work since only two mil- lion nine hundred sixty-two thousand six hundred forty-four legionnaires will be shattered by Jostephani's force ray before a coincidental UD shower of meteors will destroy the sultan and his confederate ally, the dictator of the North Mongolian Siamese Empire and our own little shiek, Hitler H. B. C. And now, as an experiment in physi- ognomy, I am very happy to present a strange creature that it was my unfort- unate good fortune to encounter upon that primitive orb, Earth. To the Earthlings he needs no introduction, but the rest of the universe has been little concerned with his activitiest since they have been confined primarily to but a few million inhabitants of the Earth. I am very much pleased to pre- sent none other than our own dear friend whose integrity and veracity are beyond reproach, His Lordship Baron Von Snoop I- Und now Iim here but how can I prove that I vas? Woe is me! Noth- ing ever happens. It seems that a Plymouth lad had high hopes of be- coming a famous fortune teller by the name of Abu Hastra, and after ten easy lessons he became so proficient that he began travelling in Europe. Everything was fine untill he made the mistake of advising a wealthy client to b-eware of a dark man with a mustache. Now he's pushing up daisies. You know-they thought he was referring to their Mickey Mouse. Speaking of Mickey Mouse brings up the question of why he has attained so much popularity in the last few years. After glorifying rats in gangster pic- tures it seems easy to understand why Hollywood makes such a fuss over him. We hear that Rango Burns is pre- paring to make Hollywood's Tarzans look like a couple of toe dancers on roller skates. lAt l-east S .O M E- B O D Y admires his primitive ten- dencies. Uh-uh, I haven's met her. A. C.'s new Buick, we are told, has some pickup. Lindo rides around only a couple of nights a week, so he says. Spring has had an early effect on several undergraduates. It even affects the lofty seniors, and Bill's tennis game is slipping. I Gilly was extremely interested in somebody's cousin a short time ago. Heartcrusher Howard objects to somebody's employment in a local es- tablishment because she often has to work overtime, and, since his bedtime is at nine o'clock and the walk home oc- cupies about thirty-five minutes, his dominating propensity toward ro- mance is severely cramped. Our songbird sings in the choir. Attention, girls! Pancho and Doc would make ideal husbands. Both can cook and sew amazingly well. Though Doc, Bill, Pancho, Dean, 6'Spike, and a couple of would- be tennis stars can't take it, rope affects Daybreak but little, and he smokes like a volcano. Hear that Pete's doing all right for himself. Congratulations and sympathy to Prof. After Boston I am decidedly in favor THE PILGRIM 57 of an absolute monarchy. Der Baron makes the laws, pleeeeze. Whoever told A. M. he could drive? Wonder why somebody's dad on Spooner Street likes dis Baron so-o-o much. Why do local lads walk north and northern lads walk south? How about it Brady, Jackie, Cal? What is to be the fate of Hitler's lass ring? Better journey to Duxbury more often, Frank. 'Tis sad to relate, but the Reed Com- munity Building is a long way from home in the wee hours of the morning. Wo-o-ooe is me! Why do so many enjoy UQ dancing Wednesdays at school? Why is a car so important in one's social activities? Flags in room fifteen are still ar- ranged wrong. G. A. carries on a huge amount of correspondence. P. W.'s pipes are doing all right by him an he's building up quite a fem- inine fan following. Nice going, Paul! Hope Mr. Smilev doesn't accidentally project some of his more diminutive pupils Cor perhaps students is better for our prospective Sophs, but NEVER scholarsj on the screen with his new machine. Trask, the tremendous tall timber terror, tries tennis tentatively though thinks 'tis too tedious too try tenacious- ly! Incredible as it sounds, we hear that Buddy Martin- Sorry to interrupt, folks, but the Baron's atomic structure has crumbled completely! Hm! Strange as it may seem. I duplicated it precisely from the available energy, but a large, black rodenft is all that has materialized, Ooops! Nope, it's white. Although the Baron was a rat at heart, he's now pink and white and as harmless as a mouse. Well, so long and good luck! Time is precious and I'm off on my vacation. twenty thousand years in . . . P. H. S. Why? Who?? Uh-uh. You could never guess! Au revoir. TREBOR SEMAJ NITRAM '34 Terribly rough, said the stranger on board the ocean liner. A Well, said the farmer, it wouldn't be near so rough if the captain would only keep in the furrows. The lights in the bus had failed. Can I find you a strap? a tall youth asked a lady at his side. She smiled sweetly: Thank you, but I have one. Good, he replied, maybe you'll let go of my tie now. He thought of himself as a humorist. He sent a dozen of his jokes to a newspaper. One day a letter arrived with the address of the paper in the corner. Confidently, but with excitement running through him, he opened it. The letter said: Dear Sir: Your jokes received. Some we have seen before: some we have not seen yetfl :P :lf Soph. Feminine: I don't like that Jenkins boy. Soph. Masculine: What's the matter with him? Soph. Feminine: He's one of those persons who always turns around and stares after you, Soph. Masculine: Is he? How do you know? HE'D STICK T0 IT Johnnie, asked his mother, what is all that noise on the back porch? Mother, there's a thousand cats out there, lighting, said Johnnie, after a survey. Johnnie, you shouldn't exaggerate so. Now how many are there? There's ive hundred, anyway. Are you sure? Well, there's fifty. Johnnie, did you count them?', Well, there's our cat and 'Iliompsonsj and I won't come down another cat. S2 if lk S0 THAT'S IT! Pa, said son, what becomes of a ball- player when his eyes begin to fail? They make him an umpire, said Pa. an H1 42 if WHEN FATHER WAS FISH Dad, if I saved you a dollar, would you give me half of it? Yes, Son, I wouldf' Well, pay me. You told me if I passed mathematics, you'd give me a dollar, and I flunked it. THE BALD FACT First Business Man: Have any of your childish hopes been realized? Second Business Man: One, When my mother combed my hair, I used to Wish I didn't have any. 58 THE PILGRIM i SENIORS . . . 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Burdett courses include basic subjects with several distinct opportunities for specialization. Instruction is prac- tical and close attention is paid to individual needs. Students and graduates from many leading men's and women's colleges attend Burdett College each year. A copy of the 58-page illustrated cata- logue, describing Burdett courses, will be sent without obligation to any person interested in business training. Address ..r..M.., 4 BURDETT Courses F. H. BURDETT, President Telephone I-lANcock 6300 ' 'I56 STUART STREET, BOSTON. MASSACHUSETTS FOR C0'I17LIIli7116'HfS of GRADUATION TOGS LEGS SEE Beauty and Barber Shops Look Your Bari, Sec' US! MORSE 25 SHERMAN'S WM. J. SHARKEY PLYMOUTH SOUTH DUXBURY Tel. 333 Tel. 12 Comjzlinzcnfs of CAPPANNARI BROS. Quality Food Products THE PILGRIM Comlblirncnfs of Old Colony Laundry of Plymouth OUR PRICES ARE RIGHT n Planning for an After-Graduation Party Save with SAFETY at the HIRE A BUS STORES Plymouth YS Brockton St, Ry. Co. BEMIS DRUG CO. Q Town Square Shirley Square BERKELEY PREPARATORY SCHOOL Established 1907 An Accredited School Preparation for College by Certificate or Examination Summer Term begins June 25, 1934 Fall Session begins September 19, 1934 1089 BOYLSTON STREET, BOSTON Telephone COMmonwealth 9262 Send for Catalogue Now . FOR GRADUATION OR FOR SUMMER Be Dressy For Gracluation! We Have Everything the Gracluate Would Want, whether itls Wearing Apparel or Merely A Gi-ft For Graduation. lBU'll1TNlElR9S LARGEST DEPARTLIENT STORE IN SOUTHEASTERN MASSACI IUSETTS Graduation Photographs . . . THAT SATISFY JAIQED GAIQDNEIQ Telephone 99 9 2 -M PLYMOUTH THE PILGRIM Ccmzjllifzzwzfs of STEVENS THE FLORIST O11 fbe Radio Enna -Iettick Shoes for Ladies Franklin Shoes for Men EDDIE'S SHOE SYSTEM 18 Main Street EDWARD HAND, Mgr. Conzplimwzfs of DR. J. F. TAYLOR BENJAMIN D. LORING Il' l0l1ilS, Watches, Jewelry, Silvelwvzvrc, Cliivlis FINE REPAIRING A SPECIALTY 28 Main Street PLYMOUTH, MASS. MAYFLOWER DYE HOUSE KOBLANTZ BROS., AIIIFS. Cleansing -- Dyeing H- Pressing Plmlie 12-10 --- Next to Park Tlxcutre Work Called for and Delivered W. N. SNOW 'ES SON Furnifurc, Rugs, Shades and Linolezmz 7-9 Town Square PLYMOUTH, MASS. Teleplwnc 134-M ZANELLO BEDDING CO. Mattresses, Box Springs, l'llSl1l0I1S, Pillows Repaired and Made to Order Furnitmfc and Upbolstering 28 Sandwich Street Tel. 1485 FRANK L. BAILEY Optonzefrist and Ojzfician 17 Court Street, Russell Bldg., PLYMOUTH PLYMOUTH BAKINC1 CO. BREAD, PIES, AND CAKES xviwiesiile and iaeiuii 20 Market Street PLYMOUTH Tcl. 225-M C071117Iil72Cl1fS of PLYMOUTH SHOE HOSPITAL PLYMOUTH ROCK HARDWARE CO. Paint H Ellt!t11Hll'fC'7'S 62 Court Street Tel. 951 ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THE PILGRIM Complim mfs of GAMBINI' S CITED FOR VALOR The swain and swainess had just encount- ered a bulldog who looked as if he might shake a mean lower jaw. Why, Percy, she exclaimed, as he started a strategic retreat, you always swore you would face death for me? I Wouldj, he flung back over his shoulder, but that darn dog ain't dead? as T0 HORSE Young Son Papa, now that you've bought sister a piano, couldn't you buy me a pony? Father: What for, my child? Son: So I can go out to ride when she is learning to play. The motorist emerged from beneath the car and struggled for breath. PIjll110Zlfh,S Paint Cenfre Ready Mixed 70-30 Paint .... 53.35 per gal. Ready Mixed 0-L-0 Paint .. 52.95 per gal. Ready Mixed STRAND Paint 51.75 per gal. Boy White Lead 811.00 per 100 lbs. Dutch BLISS HARDWARE CO., INC. Compliments of L. B. HAYDEN, M. D. Couzplimelifs of JOHN J. OTTINO Puritan Cleansing and Tailoring Shop C011ZlIli711B7lfS of EDDIE RICHARD SHOE REPAIRING 36 Market Street PLYMOUTH His helpful friend, holding an oil can, beamed on him: I've just given the cylinder a thorough oiling Dick. 'tCylinder? howled the motorist, that Wasn't the cylinder. It was my ear. lk PF Villain Claughingl: Ha, ha. You are help- less, the old homestead belongs to me? Hero: And where are the papers? Villain: At the blacksmith's. Hero: You are having them forgedf' Villain: Nay, nay. I am having them filed. Pk There was a young man from Dakota Who purchased a second hand mota, But, as he foreboded, The darn thing exploded, Now Dakota is minus one vota. Wbe1z There Is Better Work Done, We Will D0 It JOHN H. GOVI TAILOR Main Street PLYMOUTH C017ZlJIi71Z67lfS of DR. A. L. DOUGLAS THE PILGRIM ERVICE QThe Cperatiou of a System that Supplies Public Need? Plymouth Electric Light C0 Your Service Company