Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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f Mgm--A-iw, gg ,THE PILGRIM -- L--V ' W it ig L,,S,LLulm- WHERE PATIENCE IS PARAMOUN T FOR three generations our old general store, about a mile from the town and one of New England's passing in- stitutions, has dispensed its general merchandise and Yankee notions to many and widely different types of cus- tomers. In its shabby, dlisordierly in- terior, amid a confusing array of all kinds of provisions and articles, can be found every-thing from baked beans to caviar, and from needles to mowing ma- chinesg while through its ancient door have passed inhabitants of the back woods and those of Park Avenue. It was one of this latter type whose impressive limousine glided silently to a stop before our door late one October afternoon. Assisted gently by her chauffeur, a ponderous dowager labori- ously extricated herself from the luxur- ious interior, and proceeded slowly into the store, her fat, bejewelled fingers fumbling in her bag for a list. Have you the sugar I te-lephoned for? she demanded in a high, authori- tative voice. Yes, my father smiled, we had to send to Boston for it, but- All right, broke in Mrs. Frederick Long Hamilton, Sr., sharply, how much is it . The pound box is seven cents, he replied. Seven cents! shrilled the outraged one raising an indignant lorgnette. Mercy! I can purchase perfectly good sugar at the Super Sanitary Service System for five and one half cents. Yes, but Pierce's is better quality, and has to be- Very well, I shall take it since my sister will use nothing else, she said resignedly, as though performing some noble service. I shall now look at your tea biscuits. We have these kinds in bulk, said my father, indicating a rack of large, glass-covered boxes, which Mrs. Hamil- ton surveyed through the lorgnette as if they were garbage. And the assorted ones in packages, he contin- ued, taking one from the she-lf. The lady seemed slightly more inter- ested, turning the package over and eyeing the label suspiciously. He tore of the cellophane wrapper, andi, open- ing the box, extended it to her. Gingerly she tasted one, but placed it on the count-er shaking her head, Too sweet . Four other kinds were opened which were either too salty, too rich, too chocolate, and always too expensive. Perhaps Mr. Bailey across the street- began my father. Never mind, coldly. The Super- Sanitary Service System will have what I want. Sevente-en of the thirty-one brands of coffee were scrutinized and discussd. This one would not keep you awake at night, this one was dated, that one was advertised on the radio, this one va- cuum-packedi. The final decision was the standard brand sold by the chain store. At the end of thirty minutes, the counter was heaped high with various provisions. Mrs. Hamilton brought the lorgnette into play once more and scanned her list. I believe that will be all, she said. Now let me see. What have I bought? The sugar, said my father. Seven centsf' Well, she said regretfully, drawing out a leather check book, I had in- tended to buy all my goods here so I brought no money with me. And she proceeded to make out a check to herself for ten dollars. Will you cash this, please? she demanded, handing it to him. Puzzled, he opened the cash register and pawed about for small bills. Oh,-and you may deliver the sugar, she added. We're still at the summer place in Manomet, you know. Yes, he knew.-It was five miles down there. Profit on sugar one and one half cents: cost of gasoline-oh, well-. He handed her the money. Thank you. They accept only cash at the Super-Sanitary Service System, you know. CHARLES Coornn '35

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THE PILGRIM 1 PLYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY Firs! Row, Lydia E. Judd. Elizabeth C. lfelly, Barbara M. Coombs. Secretary to the Prilieipal, Margaret Kennefick, Helen M. Johnson, Miriam A. Raymond, Katherine J. Lang, E. Doris Carey, Second Row, Helen C. Johnson, Jeannette C. Jacques. Louise B. Humphrey, Mary E. Hayes, Charlotte C. Brown, Kathleen McNerney, Nellie J. Locklin, Helen Swift, Amy M. Rafter, Margie E. XVilher Third Row, Edwin B. Young, Arthur G. Pyle, John H. Smith, Charles I. llagnall, Ricllard Smiley, Edgar J. Mongan, Frank E. Fash, VVayne M. Shipman STAFF OF THE I'ILGHIM First How, Alba Martinelli, Lucy Holmes, Stephen Cappannari, Audrey Dutton, Second Row, Marjorie Cantoni, .lean YVhiting, Dorothy Perkins. Iiatharine Laliey, lflelvn lirt-wer Barbara Mellor, Marion Metlinnisg Third Row, Francis Scheid, VVillian1 Pearson, Deane lic-ytes. NY2ll'l'l'll Strong, lSradl'ord Marlin. Charles Cooper, NVZl1'1'l'I1 liradford

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THE PILGRIM A 25 SICK LEAVE SERGEANT O'lVIalley of the Military Police was on sick leave. Jostling through the slowly-moving crowd onthe Rue de Montin in the French holiday re- s-ort, he reached his destination, a com- fortably-shaded seat overlooking the bay, from which he could view the promenade and the beach. Civilian clothes, merrymakeris, and brilliant sunshine combined to create an enjoyable atmosphere for the sergeant, whose proximity to the front lines had caused an intense dislike of jarring clamor. So, establislfied contentedly, he contemplated the antics of crazy for- eigne-rs. A slight disturbance in a cafe not far distant from his seat attracted his at- tention for a few seconds, but he dis- missed it witlh a shrug, the Frog police could look after these affairs. He was suddenly aroused by a stream of Gallic invectives, evidently hurled at an Irish- man. Before he could rise to his feet, he heard the fight begin. He rolled his ponderous bulk to the entrance of the cafe. From this vantage point he observed with extreme pleasure the sight of a corpulent Irishman pum- meling an irate French poilu. In an- other part of the cafe, tables were over- turned as half a dozen Irishmen and Frenchm-en were disputing possession of a roll of bills. The battle raged noisily, each side giving and receiving sever-e punishment. Gendarmes, unabl-e to quell the dis- turbance, were waiting for it to finish before making arrests. With dismay O'lVIalley saw his fellow- Hibernian being overwhelmed. Unable to restrain himself further, he uttered a Celtic yell and plunged into the fray. With his aid, the Irish rallied and routed their opponents. The hostilities over, the gend-armes proceeded to perform their duties. See- ing this, the Irishmen became glum. Ten days in the jug had no attractions for them. Once again O'Malley saved the situation. Presenting his credentials as sergeant of th-e military police, he in- sisted on taking as his prisone-rs the Irishmen who had figured in the brawl. Since this was satisfactory to the gen- darmes, he led his band of bruised brawlers in the direction of army head- quarters, but once safely out of sight of the gendarmes, he set free his prisoners, then proceeded on his way. He whistled blithely as he went along. O'Malley was happy. O'Ma1ley was on sick leave. J. LOUDEN '35 PERUSING THE ADS If you'd like to have muscles like San- dow owned, If you must learn to play on a saxa- phone, If you'd like to reduce that double chin, Just clip out this coupon and mail it in. If you'd like to sing like a nightingale, If you'd like to be able to rag the scale, If you'd like a pad for scouring tin, Just clip out this coupon and mail it in. If you've B. O. and a hair brush white, If you've athletes' foot and your breafth's not right, If your ha.ir's falling out and you're ugly as sin, Just clip out this coupon and mail it in. If you want to bake as his mother can, If he wants to become a co-llege man, If you want to develop those charms that win, Just clip out this coupon and mail it in. If gums recede and your toothbrush is pink, If cockroaches live 'neath your kitchen sink, If you've a nose just like a fin, Just clip out this coupon and mail it in. From cradles to coflins without a flaw, From cure-alls to poisons for mother-in- l-aw, To put in what's out and to take out what's in, Just clip out this coupon and mail it in. MADELINE BERNARDO '35 EXULTATION Exultation in the wind, Exultation in the sea, Youth and freedom, love and glory, Mingle interchangeably. Pure delight in life and living, Simple joy in nature's thingsg Stars and sun and moon together Love I more than gold and kings. M. E. MCGINNIS ,35