Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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.

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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

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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.