Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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.

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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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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