Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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

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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

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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.