Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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26 THE PILGRIM MMIUNIOR OPINIONS I On A Variety of Subjects WINDOWS HOW significant are the things seen at windows by passers-by! Signs of life are emitted from every window from early morning to late at night. Bedding and curtains flap wildly from the open Windows. Flower boxes filled with colorful blossoms make ornate the sills, and now and then a child's tousled head can be seen peering curiously over a window-sill. Two women leaning from their windows gossip merrily in the morning sunshine with, perhaps, a rug or a mop in hand. From other win- dows come shrieks from radios or the sound of quarreling children or their gay laughter and chatter. A cat basks in the sunlight, while an ice card is perched at an angle above his head. Oc- casionally a trilling and chirping is heard from a pert canary. As one goes on into the shopping dis- trict, various displays in windows im- mediately catch the eye. Perhaps there is beautiful finery or delicious edibles, both attractive to the eye. Passing a factory, one sees people in- dustriously engaged at machinery, working steadily and unceasingly. As one glances upward, he catches a glimpse of a dentist's uniform and thanks his lucky stars that he is on the outside looking in. ' As twilight gathers, the last pink rays of sun are reflected in the thous- ands of windows, and, as darkness arrives, twinkling lights gleam from every window signifying at least life- be it sad or pleasant. DOROTHY PERKINS '36 SHOES WE don't think of them often, unless they happen to be too small, but they offer an interesting train of thought to the one who does stop to think about them. When the first cave man wrapped a skin about his foot, he started the de- velopment of one of our most necessary articles of apparel. What costume would be complete without footgear to complete it? Likewise, much can be told about a person from the shoes he wears. In the thirteenth c-entury, shoes were soft and pointedg the longer the points, the higher the social position of the wearer. In fact, the points of th-e ultra-fashion- able soon grew so long that they had to be tied to the knees to prevent the per- son from tripping over them. Though these extremes are no longer seen, shoes are still an index to social position. For instance, in a subway car, facing the opposite seat which extends the length of the car, I can tell something of the people across th-e aisle even though most of them are hidden by newspapers. This tired pair of dust- caked broughans indicates a day of hard work well done, while the quiet, low- he-eled, black pumps beside them suggest a shop-girl who has been on her feet for hours. Th-ey keep crossing and uncros- sing,trying to find the least tiring position. Next in line is a tiny, frivo- lous pair of patent-leather pumps with extremely high heels. We know without further thought the type of girl to whom thes-e belong. A sturdy pair of moccasins is next. The woman who wears these has no patience with the French heels and paper-thin soles of her neighbor. She has sacriiiced style for comfort and is the better for it. This meticulously-shined pair of Oxfords looks much like many other pairs be- longing to business men, but what dif- ferent stories they could tell! Last is a pair of broken-toed, scarred shoes that are sprawled wearily in a cor- ner of the car. These shoes havetramped the streets daily and propped thems-elves on park benches nightly for a long time. Shoes must hav-e pleasure, too. One can almost envy the old pair that sinks into the fragrant, j ust-thawed earth of the garden in springtime, and dodges the inevitable puddles that come in the loveliest time of year. There are the sandals that bury themselves in the fine sand of the beach, and the moccasins that sink into the forest's aged carpet of pin-e needles, not to mention the slippers that are toasted before the fire in the -evening when the day is dying. Yes, shoes must have pleasure, too. PRISCILLA ROBERTS ,36 ON HAVING THE GRIPPE THE gripp-e, as you probably have dis- covered, is one of the pointless afliic- tions of a human being. Even the joys of being lazy in bed are dispelled by its headaches and weariness. It comes on suddenly to most people, although the

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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

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THE PILGRIIVI 27 tired and scrappy you of yesterday may have been a symptom. The day on which you first get the grippe is begun as usual. You come down to breakfast feeling at odds with the world. After one look at your Weary face, someone feels your forehead and says rather decisively, Better stay in bed to-day. You don't Want to be sick, you know. In vain you listlessly remonstrate about the amount of work you'll have to make up if you're absentg nev-ertheless, it's rather a relief to go off to bed. Once there with a pile of books beside you as a sop to your conscience, you lack even the ambition to pick them up. You lie too Weary eve-n to look at anything. Your head seems about to split. All in- terest or anxiety concerning the work you'1l miss flies. For a few days you li-e there, not even eating, for who wants to eat when he has the grippe? After two or three days, you recover, or so the doctor says, and sit up weakly in a chair. By this time you really feel as though you could read a few pages and nibble at some food. After three days of this, you decid-e that you'd better return to school or the work you've missed will be too much for you to conquer. Lacking ambition, you return. The make-up work and your regular work almost send you back to bed. You struggle along, going to bed at eight o'clock every night and doing almost nothing. Yetslowly you recover from the attack, like th-e Irishman who was sick sixteen days after h-e got better. ELIZABETH BELCHER '36 THE KNITTING I-IABIT IT'S sweeping the country! Perhaps it is more appropriate to say it's wind- ing its way. Have you a ball of yarn in your home? If not, hasten to your favorite store, even the drug store will do, and get your supply now. Don't you know that it's very smart and ultra- modern to knit? Perhaps your ability dictates a five-inch pocket-book, but it serves its purpose. On wintry nights, gathered before a hot stove with faces burning and feet freezing, the feminine sex is repre- sented by all ages. Thirteen-year-old sister is making a tam like the one that Greta Garbo wore in her latest picture, while her older sister, who is th1irty-five- Well, perhaps thirty, is making one like Shirley 'Temple's to obtain that youthful effect. When they have finished, the re- sult will probably not be at all like the original, but that doesn't matter. It is the satisfaction you get from being able to say, I knitted a tam. So, get your yarn and begin now. It's never too late. ELSIE IVIONTI '36 SECURITY Gazing at the moon, I fell asleep And dreamed. And in my dream Was horror- I knew not why! I woke Trembling with fright, And saw In the heavens above Serene and calm The moon. And seeing, Slept, And dreamed no more. IXIARY GODDARD '36 THE WIND'S CHALLENGE Un a summer's night it whispers of moonlight on murmuring lagoons. It breathes a tale of pulsating life, Of a heav-en laced with gold. I must gog let me follow you! On a stormy night it thunders of foam- ing seas and life's adventures. It beckons, the tumultuous spirit leaps high. But I am afraid- I must stay at home and envy you through my window. VIRGINIA WooD '36 SUNRISE A long line of golden light divides King Neptunels domain From th-e vast, immeasurable skyg Like a hungry flame, the sun creeps up into God's firmament To blaze down upon the turbulent sea. The white caps glisten like diamonds Under the rays of Nature's to1'ch bearerg The boisterous East Wind dashes the emerald waters Against the rocks along the beach, Throwing high a shower of spray- A glorious new day has come! PR1sCILLA MCCosII '36