Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 80 of the 1936 volume:

THE PILGRIMF Volume XV Plymouth, Mass., June, 1936 i Number 1 Published This Year as a Senior Year Book 1935 THE PILGRIM STAFF 1936 E g 5 Editor-in-Chief .,..,.... Assistant Editor-in-Chief . Literary Editor ..i..... Assistant Literary Editor . Business Manager ...,,. Assistant Business Manager Boys' Athletics ........ Girls' Athletics . . . Art ........... Exchange Editor ....... Assistant Exchange Editor . . . French Editor ......... Latin Editor .... Alumni Editor .,.. Joke Editor ...... School News Editor . . A Feature Editor ....... Assistant Feature Editor . . . ALBA MARTlNELLI . . . JEAN WHITING . DOROTHY PERKINS .. AUDREY DUTTON ALANHEY . . FRANCIS SCHEID . . . ALTON WHITING . . . , A . JANET CLARK . . PRISCILLA MCCOSH WARREN BRADFORD . . . . LOIS BREWSTER . . , ARLENE RAYMOND ELIZABETH EELQEER . . . ELIZABETH 'RYAN GEORGE CAMPBELL . . . MARY BODELL LUCYMAYO RALPH LAMBORGI,-llNl ,,... 11.7. , . I l MJ. Table of Contents COMMENCEMENT ' ' ' page History of the Class of 1936 .... . . 4 Last Will and Testament ...l. . . 5 Parting Shots ,.,.....,.,. . . 6 Class Prophecy ....l.,..,,..,,.,...... .. 19 Overheard: Choice Remarks ,..,l,....,... , . 21 Thoughts on the Advent of Commencement ,.,. . . 22 Motion Picture Review ......,i,......... . . 23 Class Song ,.,.......... . . 24 Try These on Your Piano . , . , Z5 What is Your Choice? .... , , 25 Class Poem ......... . . 26 LITERATURE For the Love of a Lady . . , . . 27 Bargain UD Matinee . , . . . 28 I Dreamed a Dream .,.. , . 28 The Fates Will Attend , A . 29 The Little People ,..., . . 33 Musical Mysteries .,... . . . 33 Winter .,,.. A ,,.,,,,.. , . . 33 Sophomore Poetry Page . . . 34 Money Is As Money Does , . . . . , , . 35 The Black Plague A . . . . , , , , . 35 Nothing Ventured-Nothing Gained . I 37 Coney Island , , . ,......,.,... , . 37 Flood ...,, ' ,..,.r , . . 38 Spring in England . . ..,, 39 Freshman Fancies . . . . . 40 The Irony of Fate . . ..., 41 The Modern Girl . . . . . , 41 , Hill Fever ,......... . . 41 Ani Impending Battle . . . , . , . 41 The Good Old Days . . . , , , 43 Mary .......,..,... A , , 43 FOREIGN LANGUAGES .r.. . . 44 We Couldn't Collect a Price - . . , . . 44 Sand Dune Grass ,...4...., l.., 4 7 Contentment ......... ,,., 4 7 ATHLETICS ......i.. . . . 48 Confessions of a G-Man ..,. . . . . 52 The Alumni Scrapbook . . . . . 54 A Tribute ...T .....,. . Q , 54 Principal's Column ........... , , , 55 In Memoriam .............,.,. fi, 55 UNDER THE WHITE CUPOLA . . . . 57 The Old9Man , , j .r.....,..rc 5 . 58 Une Withered Rose , . , , 58 EXCHANGES ..... . , 59 Ambitious . . . I V 60 S .1 'Q 1 27 if Z .f ': 6,+'il3fifkYQi?Cacif1k:c5IiEn.ci5EJcd3IaQ'ifk:ciInc5lIkad db fb Ibeibdbxgllaci X13 - 4 3 E w .Q Q Q 3 E Q ,Q 3 M E Qlnmmgnrrmrnt Gilman gf 1535! s Q 0 E w .Q R H Q E 3 6 Q Q 3 E T-ab - - 4:5- 3 Q 3 E W ..,... . ...... w Wa. , IQ Z9 F03 , IP IQ IPQILQQCIQ 199.1 W PQZZQ' gg., 4 THE PILGRIM 1 Class of 1936 Plymouth High School A President ..... , , . Vice-President . . . s ,Secretary .... . Treasurer . . ...... . . . . . . . . . . , ANTHONY TAVERNELLI MARIOGARUTI . , . . , . . Tl-IELMA FERIOLI . . . . . . . . , . RALPH LAMBORGHINI CLASS COLORS Turquoise Blue and Silver CLASS MOTTO Fortiter, Fideliter, Feliciter CLASS FLOWER Talisman Rose e History of the Class of 1936 IT seems strange to say that we - the Class of '36-are history. To sigh and say, Tempus fugit is admit- tedly trite and yet, how better can the thought be expressed? Graduation draws near, and suddenly all the trival- ities of these last four years become im- portant. Before we review the highlights of these four years, let us first list a few facts for the enlightenment of the gen- eral public, that it may not judge us too harshly. 1.. We are semi-depression babes, having for four years nervously tried --with the rest of the country-to round the corner to prosperity. A 2.l Since our Junior High School days- we have hoped that next year IO Temporal O Moreslj we would be pursuing the paths of learning in a new school. Having just missed this glori- ous experience by one year, we can hardly be blamed if our faith in man- kind is more than shaken. -13. We have passed through four years filled with New Deals, knitted suits, musical extravaganzas, and Hoods -therefore we feel that we should be treated with compassion. 4. We are a disillusioned, crest- fallen group that failed in its secret ambition to. discover a fourth dimen- siongs . ' ' ' Now, having placed our cards upon the ancestral table, let us proceed with the history. FRESHMAN YEAR Shades of Lionel Barrymore, what have we here? Proudly we list a few of the dramatic successes presented by our class in assembly: Sardines, Elmer. Moreover, our class spirit manifested itself when the Freshman teams played the upperclassmen. We even developed a class cheer! We also distinguished ourselves in a ticket-selling contest for the operetta, the Pirates of Penzance. Timidly We planned our first class dance-the never-to-be-forgotten Fresh- man Dance held on March 17, 1933- and surprised even ourselves with its success. SOPHOMORE YEAR So joyous were we to leave behind us the ignominy of freshman days that we quite outdid ourselves in our en- deavors. Mrs. Swift's Creative Writ- ing Club lived up to its name and went even further in sponsoring the first Sophomore Hop. Its success prompted the club to celebrate with a trip to Braves Field in Boston toisee a game with Brooklyn. - l THE PILGRIM 5 Lady Luck smiled on the celebrants and made the game a sixteen-inning one. If you wish to be deluged with superlatives, ask anyone who went to the game whether or not he enjoyed it! In this momentous year the S. A. S. began to function actively. JUNIOR YEAR Tra la la la! for we are juniors!- so rang our joyous song as we ap- proached a step closer to that lofty pin- nacle, the senior year. Pinafore, an operetta by Gilbert and Sullivan, was produced with many juniors in the cast. No doubt our teachers recall the event-we troubled them, we fear, by humming and whist- ling the tunes from the operetta for weeks and weeks. When hard work becomes pleasure, that's news-at any rate it did to our committee preparing for the Junior Prom! Paeans of praise could be lav- ished on the affair, but let it suffice to say in good old American slang: It was swell! SENIOR YEAR The patient were rewarded. We meant to make our Senior year the best of all, and we like to think we have succeeded. Our Senior Dance, held on December 13, was well attended, and our senior get-togethers in preparation for the dance were lots of fun. The S. A. S. held the first School Circus, and the results were so gratify- ing that we feel distinct pleasure when we say that many seniors helped to make it such a success that it will in all probability become an annual school event. Now, having passed through the calamity of being a freshmen, the vis- sisitudes of a sophomore, having sur- vived the joys of a junior and striven to attain dignity as at senior, we, the class of 1936, thoughtfully and a little sadly write The End to our high school days at P. H. S. Vale! ALBA MARTINELLI '36 Last Will and Testament WE, the class of 1936, having by vari- ous means. and methods successfully passed four years' trial in the court of P. H. S. do, in all fairness to the facul- ty and underclassmen, bequeath the following: To Mr. Shipman: Our admiration for his equanimity in dealing with us and our major and minor difficulties. To Mrs. Raymond: A tall silk hat from which to pull more surprises for the classes to come. fOf course, these will be unpredictable, but they will be of the same general nature as her famous psychological tests, memory tests, and home lessonsj To Mr. Smiley: To aid in his vag- aries, field glasses for looking off into space. fWe regret that they are not so powerful as the new 200-inch tele- scope at the Wilson observatory, but we hope that they will serve their purpose.J To Miss McN-erny: Our sincere hope that the spacious cuisine in the new High School will not be in such a posi- tion as to catch all fragrant odors from the chemistry laboratory. CBiscuits saturated with HZS are most unpalata- ble.J To Mr. Ingraham: A little bottle of glue with which to stick down the little plume of hair on the back of his head. Of course, a pair of scissors would be as appropriate, but would not carry the sentiment. To Mr. Mongan: Aware of his habit of tossing chalk at unsuspecting pupils in his math classes, we present a box of rubber crayons. fWe'll accept thanks at any time, Freshmenq To Miss Brown: A cushion-top desk to be used solely as a chair. We could throw in a footstool but it might hit someone en route. To Miss Locklin: A grandpa grand piano in the new school so that the remarkable quality of her playing will be the more appreciated. To Mr. Bagnall: A luxurious ori- ental rug in his new home room to si- lence those who persist in wearing leather heels. However, in case that does not serve its purpose, we add a box of powdered wax to make slippery the floor. Then he may chuckle gleefully at a pupil's humiliation. To Miss Judd: Sole charge over the new candy counter, if any, to be in- stalled in the new P. H. S. We under- stand that she has a very sweet tooth. To Miss Kelly: Diamond-topped desks in her new home room to resist the ef- forts of any and all initial carvers. To Miss Humphrey: An English class containing no one who considers himself an outstanding comedian. Continued on Page 24 6 PART IN G DOUGLASS ARMSTRONG We- seldom see him talking: He seems to us most shy, But faster beat some girlish hearts Whene'er he passes by. EVELYN ARRUDA Neat as wax, Our grandmas opined: It must have been Eve-lyn They had in mind. VINCENT BAIETTI Vinnie-'st' in his counting house, Counting all our dimes: Cheerful and eiTicient In good or parlous times. GERALDINE BALBONI A ready smile and sparkling eyes For all who ever greet herg No person sane, we still main- tain, Discards the chance to meet her. ALICE BANZI She's one of the first in this year book And iirst in Friendships Book, too, She's never too tired or busy To stop and chat with you. ALEXANDER BARBIERI Ask him to help you, He'l1 gladly say, Ye-s g His talents are numerous We mayiwell-confess. g Y -I A ' SHOTS CHARLES BARENGO That's not a twinkle in his eye, It's just a look of doubt: As if you didnit watch your step, He'd surely find you out. MARION BEAURE GARD In our class of '36, We feel that we've- been lucky To have a girl so full of fun As this one we call Ducky. WILLIAM BA GNELL Bill may seem a quiet lad, He isn't one at all: He nearly wakes the dead each time He stamps into study hall. ELIZABETH BELCHER Here is a girl Who is always busy: But does she get cross When we call her Lizzie!! DEANE BEYTES Our Deanels not 'iDizzy - far from it, He is a man of affairs - He's ready and eager Though payment be meagre, To solve our class problems And shoulder our cares. BETTY BOUDROT In fair or stormy weather, It matters not a bit, Betty's hair is curly- How -we envy it! THE PILGRIM 7 WARREN BRADFORD We know why he is happy C'Cause she's coming back in June,l But just what is the reason why They call him The Goon ? EDWARD BREWSTER He plays the game of football Till we fear his nose won't heal - But in the classroom Eddie's Supporting a New Deal. NATALIE CALDERA Last winter every Saturday night She appeared as a Pilgrim Maid: In basketball at the Cordage Her long arms were displayed. CONSTANCE CALDERA She may be little, but O My! Who wouldn't take the chance To trip the light fantastic With Connie at a dance? JESSIE CALLAHAN Kelly'l loves the movies, She goes whene'er she-'s able- Thc handsome actors thrill her, Especially Clark Gable. GEORGE CAMPBELL The F'Amos and D'Andy Cir- cus Held all of us spellboundg Especially the end of the ele- phant, iThat was Campbell dancing around? MARJORIE CECCARELLI Your coal-black hair In graceful swirls Is quite the envy Of all the girls. PHILIP CHANDLER Tarzan has to walk now, He used to have a crate.l' And in the evening you may see Tarzan and His Mate. PRENTISS CHILDS Imaginary diaries We've heard he likes to write, He's stricter with himself than most If he never skips a night. KATHERINE CHRISTIE Katherine takes her own time To form a word or twog But she's an expert penman Compared to me - or you. JANET CLARK The best sport On Lincoln Street Hits the top On our score sheet. SARAH CLARK Flying fe-et Not a care, Blimp and Mundy'l I Dancing there. ll....l..4 is WARD CLARK A cheery lad With flaming hairy You can't mistake him Anywhere. GEORGE COURTNEY Whois this guy Cupid We've been hearing about? We have a suspicion You must have found out. ANTONIO CARVALHO Tony likes his History i?7 And he's very fond of cook- ing C?J . But he surely does some queer things When teachers are not look- ing. MARJORIE CROFT To be a Winchell, a Baron von Snoop, Or an Irish G-Man-even so- 'Twould be of no useg she'd discover your ruse, And her secrets you'd still never know. MARY CRESCENZA A quiet miss With a winning smile - This is Mary All the while. SARAH CROWELL 'fNumber, please? you'll hear her say As you lift the receiver one day: And, we add, her temper's rare For one who has such bright red hair. THE PILGRIM FREDERICK DEACON What's in a name? I ask you, I'd always had the idea That a Deacon took life seri- ously Nor stopped to fool and jeer. J AME S DEVITT Red is an exception To the general rule: If he has a temper, He hides it well in school. MARGARET DONOVAN If we meet Margie fifty years hence We'll not pass her by, we feel - . Remembered forever by class- mates A For her braid and incompar- able squeal. ELEANOR DREW To teach the child his -A. B. Q C.'S? To nurse through scarlet fe- ver? In whatever work she under- takes Shelli emulate the beaver. FLORENCE DREW The lady dances, We very well know: Some day she may be The Ustar of a show. ARLENE DRIES She hasn't a Packard to offer Or even an old Ford car - But come her way, and she'll give you A ride on the handle bar. THE PILGRIM 9 DOROTHY DUNBAR Shorty-Dot, so staid and small - Wishes she could be quite tall: She can't put her height to blame, For we like her just the same. ROBERT DUNHAM If you would be our life-long friend, CAnd you have what it takes,J Just share with us the samples Of the cakes your father bakes. THELMA FERIOLI Here is a keen collector: Of prints or rarest china? Alas! you're wrong! for Thel- ma thinks That doggie pins are finer. MARGARET FOX So different from the foxes We've ever read about: But should we call you Reddy Fox ? We really are in doubt. CHARLES FRASER Charlie wants to be a dancer, Ask Dot, she surely knows: But what we've often won- dered is Who steps most on whose toes? J AME S FRAZIER Though human bipeds Aren't his game, We urge caution Just the same. LOUISA GALLERANI Better to we-ar out than rust out, Says Louisa of her tongue: And upon the quiet classroom air Many questions she has flung. ELIZABETH GARDNER Four nights a week he travels down From Carver to our dear old town, Tell us - is Carl the reason why That happy twinkle's in your eye? MARIO GARUTI His bow-tie inspiration Has been such a sensation That his next creation May well sweep the nation. THELMA GARUTI Thelma is a dance-r As everybody knows - And when it comes to solo Work, She's right up on her toes! ALMA GILLI Alma is an optomist Who knows each day will bring Plenty of fun for the working girl: Yo! ho! wake up and sing! ELLIS GILMAN When we first knew him, he rode a bike, For he had to come so far, But now the boy's gone up in the world, And he drives a snappy car. MMM 10 THE PILGRIM MARY GODDARD Our Mary's not contrary We have cause to know, A classmate more agreeable It would be hard to grow. LAWRENCE GOODWIN Lawrence is a bashful boyg If he should raise his head To meet a maiden's lifted eyes, He'd turn a fiery red. DOROTHY GOVONI She can beat teachers On one score at least: If questions were courses, She'd have a feast. GILDO GOVONI This boy owns a little red book - No, it's not full of addresses- It contains time-tested excuses Which have served him well, he confesses. ALICE HALL O Captain! Our Captain! Those hockey scores well prove That for top rank in our school sports For no one you need move. DAISY HALL When our hockey team Unconquered was last fall, Who kept the balls from out the goal? Why - that was Daisy Hall! INIARTHA HALL Laughing, joking Martha, In stature - rather short - But that's of no importance, You see - she's a good sport. ROBERT HALL Don't try it on us, Bob: we've seen you do it: KNOW watch his face quite without guile And his quick, disarming smi1e.J Don't try it on us, Bob: we see right through it. DOROTHY HAMBLIN Gur poems of the sea may show A lively imagination, But here's a girl who ought to write From close association. RICHARD HARLOW Lively, clowning, Full of glee - That description Fits Dick to a ROSAMOND HARLOW Rossy's often late for school, Early rising she abhors: But when the time comes to go home, She's the first one through the doors. FRANCES HARTY Haste is Fritz's middle name, She's always in a hurry: Yet she can joke the whole day through And never seem to Worry. 11 MARION HENDERSON Here comes Honey! Good-bye, gloom! She's sure to brighten Any room! DONALD HUGHES A clash of steel on steel Doesn't always mean a duelg It may be Brother Hughes In his ilivver, late for school. RUTH HUNTLEY A visitor to our school Sees our Ruth - Oh, My! I must have the wrong build- ing. What is this? Junior High? HENRIETTE HURIAUX Though you sign yourself H. HJ We'll offer you two more: H for the very best of Health And for Happiness galore. WILHEMINA HURLE If you go to Roseland Any Saturday night, There you will ind Wilma, For dancing's her delight. LOUISE IDE Louise is always cheerful As you are well aware, And even though she's tiny, Charlie doesn't care. HILDA JESSE She has changed her policy On one important rule: For now she's never tardy When she comes to school. JOHN KUHN Johnny has something Which resembles a car, And he uses this taxi For his friends near and far. ADDIE LELAND Our Addie is shy And she wears quiet clothes, But she always is smiling Wherever she goes. MILDRED LAPHAM Writing notes in study hall Is Mimi's specialtyg She'1l pass one any time she thinks The teacher cannot see. RALPH LAMBORGHINI You'1'e our Demosthenes, You're our Calhoun - Ready to serve us, Asking no boon. ELLA LEMIUS She can't speak for others But for herself she knows That an even disposition Makes more friends than foes. 12 THE PILGRIM CURTIS LOWE In school you seldom he-ar him, He's the quietest of boysg But - wait until he gets out- side - Then - listen to the noise! ALTI-IEA LEWIS You really ought to be in pictures, For we are sure you're better than l Many of those lovely photos Taken by your picture man. BARBARA Ma,cDONALD Barbara likes to take long walks, She also likes to rideg She doesn't care which one she does If Willard's by her side. RICHARD MAINI You've proved an old saying Of some renown- You can't ever keep A good man down? VVILLIAM MALAGUTI If he ever uttered Ten Wo1'ds at a time, There'd be little point To this little rhyme. ALBA MARTINELLI Like a diamond in a rock pile You stand out from the rest: You do your Work iand oth- ers', too,l In short, you are the best! i OLIVER MATINZI He inemorizes history That is, as a rule- He should be the Iinest patriot That We have in school. LUCY MAYO Lucyls not a government agent, As a postman we fear she'd fail - Even though she rides around In a car marked HU. S. Mail. J ENNIE MAZZILLI Be bright and cheerful That's her creed - And in this way She will succeed. PRISCILLA MCCOSH A sturdy buccaneer was she Who sang with all her might- And far above the others' tones Her alto Hlled the night. HELEN MICHEL We think that Helen's fortu- nate, For she's been given a chance To take a trip, when she leaves us, To Germany and France. MARION MOREY You've heard the story Of Jack and Jill - Do you know the one Of Marion and Bill? 13 ELSIE MONTI As Mrs. Pencil In the play You did your good deed For the day. WEBSTER MOORES Hefs not Rudy Vallee Nor is he a Bing: But somehow we know That he likes to sing. BARBARA NEAL Barbara's thoughts in Kings- ton dwell, For Paul lives there, you know: When summer comes, in his Ford car A-riding they will go. FRANK NEAL- 'Most any girl would like to own His crest of rusty hairy But in the town of Framing- ham The oWner's waiting there. EDNA NICKERSON We like the way you do your hair, Your blond curls look so sweet: And you're not so bad at hockey - You need take no back seat, EDGAR NICKERSON Dancing's an art, he's discov- ered! It isn't that he doesn't dare- But try as he may, we really must say, He still can't beat Fred As- taire. GEORGE NICKERSON His eyes begin to sparkle And wrinkle up with laughter When someone talks of Scotch girls, CFor that is what he's after.J CYNTHIA OLDHAIVI Here's a young lady Who sews a fine seamg From linen and cotton She fashions a dream. ALEXANDER PEARS ON We fear you have a tendency To emulate the cow: She chews her cudg you chew your gumg That's your weakness now. DORIS PEDERZANI Doris plays her fiddle well, Her orchestra leads with zeal - And, when she takes Dr. Davis' place, Our pride we can't conceal. DOROTHY PERKINS If only you'd make up your mind, 'Twould save us time and woe: For every time we write this poem With a different boy you go! DONALD PETERSON He seems to thirst for argu- ment: The other side he sees - For no matter what the ques- tion is, Donald disagrees. 14 PETER PETERSON He has a name that well sug- gests The ancient, sturdy Viking: And like them, too, an eye of blue, And for the sea a liking. VIOLA PETIT You've done it before And you'll do it again: You allow one minute Where we allow ten. x FRANCIS PHILLIPS He's interested in engines, Jig-saws and chemistry, too: And, even though he's quiet, You'll never find him blue. ETHEL PIMENTAL Ethel is little And always most neat From the top of her head To the tip of her feet. FRANCIS POIRIER Now we have heard the story Of how much you like to sing- But must you say when you are done, Now, don't I sound like Bing? LOUIS POLUZZI Spinach's no diet - I won't even try it, Says Poluzzi, our sailor man: But I want wim and wigor So I natcherlly flgger I'll chew all the toothpicks I can! ROBERT PROFFETTI A flash down the floor - A roar in the hall - Up goes our score - Bob plays basketball! ARLENE RAYMOND Arlene has points in common With the tortoise and the snail: If slow and steady Wins the race, We know that she won't fail. HAROLD RAYMOND Hully's a whizz at basketball And deserves our honorable mention, But he really doesn't have to cough To attract that girl's atten- tion. RUTH RAYMOND Ruth surely knows her music And more, too, if you please: 'Tis said she knows her alpha- bet, Especially the three C's. EVA RE GGIANI Flying colors - Dancing feet - Eva's here And hard to beat! I ELSIE REZENDES That she'll reach the top Thereis no denying, For hereis one girl Who keeps on trying. i 15 PRISCILLA ROBERTS She can lift her voice in song, She can charm us with her verse: Since she's guided by two Muses, For her no fear we'1l nurse. DOROTHY ROGERS A lady in white she- would be, A lady most gentle and falrl She would take your hand and lead you . To - the dentist's chair. GERTRUDE RUSSELL As a wooden soldier You are really very good - But there are rumors 'round about Your heart's not made- of wood. ELIZABETH RYAN When you see someone looking 'round As though she'd lost a pal! That is our Elizabeth Looking for her Al. JOSEPH RYAN We find it hard to picture you, By merry music led, Shuffling gayly down the street Your hat on the side of your head. ELLEN SAMPSON El1en's always smiling, She's always bright and gay- She brings a ray of sunshine Into our darkest day. KATHERINE SAMPSON Smartly dressed is Katherine, Happy, carefree, gay: She will greet you with a smile At any time of day. KATHRYN SAMPSON Kay and her chatter In Room Fourteeng When she's not talking It's calm and serene. ELINOR SANDERSON We search for a word that will suit you - You're hardly loquacious, we feel: We have itg tenacious will serve us, For you work with both cour- age and zeal. ROMEO SAN TERRE We wonder where he keeps himself, Behind a door or on a shelf- He'd better choose a balcony- 'Tis fftomeo! Now can't you see. GEORGE SCAGLIARINI A sober or an impish air He can assume at will: He puts on the face that he Thinks will fill the bill. JOSEPH SCHLECI-IT Lovely plants and flowers About which sings the bard Impress our Joseph little: They grow in his back yard. 16 THE PILGRIM EVELYN SCHREIBER We wrote Shirley Temple To get her O. K., Curley-Top you may be If you can keep it that Way. PETER SECONDO Pete has perfected a system He uses whene'er he's at large-3 Crashing the gate, he calls it - But it's getting in free of charge. RO SE SHERMAN If for the toWn's most gener- ous girl You would like to pass, Just deed to us that car of yours: We'd try to buy the gas. JACOB SI-IWOM Since American Culture is finished And you still have so much to say, Just jump up on this soap box And We'll all shout, Hurray! FRANK SILVIA He has sworn To strive until He is mayor Of Chiltonville. GERTRUDE SIMMONS Whenever we see her beach Wagon coming, We shut our eyes and start in runningg For these new drivers, as We all know, Don't bother with signs which say, Go slow. A ROSE smmco Great friends of the ages Have often been men, But to their true friendship This quatrain we pen.-Wide: Ingenito.J ANTONE SPALLUZZI We may call our Tony i.D0pey,,, But it's not because he's slowg Give him a football and a Held And then just watch him go. EVELYN STRAS SEL For choosing clothes and wearing them This girl has a flair: She can tell you, if she will, What the well-dressed miss should Wear. MILDRED STRASSEL Why don't you join a Walk- a-thon? You've had much practice, we've been told- And, if you left all those books i?l behind, First place you might even hold. ALVIN TAVARES Alvin tried to play the tuba In assembly, loud and clear, He said, The music goes 'round and 'round But why doesn't it come out here? ANTHONY TAVERNELLI You play the sax for Bunny And dress with taste, 'tis true: The Lochinvar of '36 4 Is the name We give to you. 17 DORIS TAVERNELLI Trimly dressed In tailored clothesg Doris is serious Everyone knows. DANIEL TRIBOU To see you go a-walking Down Manomet's Main Street OJ Must give all the maidens there A most unusual treat! DOUGLAS TUBBS Rub-a-dub-dub, Five girls and a Tubb tsl: We wonder which one Is going to get Doug? RUTH VALLER '4Babe lives far from city limits - In fact, out in the sticks: But we all agree that she's The Venus of '36. DOROTHY VANDINI We know you're sweet on Bobby And feel there is no other: But, when we ask how Bobby rs, We sure don't mean your brother. ELIZABETH VAUGHN Elizabeth is charming: In fact, she rates A+, She is a wow in every sport - Quite invaluable to us! PAULINE VIAU Does Polly want a cracker? The question rates a zero: She wants to know how she can tell Which boy to make her hero. ROBERT VOLK They call him 'ASonnyl' In spite of his size: His good disposition To that must give rise. ALBERT VVALTON His pastime is unusual, Now you just take a look And you'll see Albert Walton Learning how to cook, ALTON WHITING My goodness! what's the mat- ter? Can't you manage your own feet? As a Scotchman in a High- land Fling You took no rear seat! JEAN WHITIN G Sodium and chlorine Did make her halt: But she'll live it down If she's worth her salt! FREDERICK WOOD On most topics of the day He won't rise to the bait: But he'll hazard an opinion On the next heavyweight. 18 THE PILGRIM GEORGE WOOD We know what your ambition is, May you reach your goal: A famous author you would be, Read from pole to pole. GERTRUDE WOOD Woods, woods Everywhere- But we haven't One to spare! VIRGINIA WOOD Who's afraid of the big bad Wolfe?', The three little piggies ask: If Jin had her way, she'd let the Wolfe play And take all the piggies to task! MAY INGENITO Great friends of the ages Have often been men, But to their true friendship This quatrain we pen.-Wide: MILDRED WRIGHT If we should have an amateur hour And you should play a song On that harmonica of yours, You'd never get the gong! AMY YOUNG We don't know much about her For she hasn't been here long: But, if she keeps on making friends, She surely can't go wrong. BURNHAM YOUNG 'tBunny and his Boston-bag! What would he do without it? He- studies hard, no duty shirks- There is no doubt about it. ELI ZAVALSCOFSKY We doubt if they can make it, But we'l1 let all comers try: Now in your surname can you find Sirrico.J A 2, U, 70, and 11? P' V fi '-xfi 'T - '-14 :Q 4 ' Z? - -1-if- 1 KA- ' 1 yi?-I-E -ei 9 5 1 ,V Q Q., -J? .w T 5 lf'f7?f.a?3 XS, R ' V x THE PILGRIM 19 CLASS PlROlP'll-lllECCY ALL aboard! The sight-seeing bus, Black Maria, is just leaving! Our destination is to be the fair city of Mymplouth where 99 44!100Zi of the inhabitants are members of that unfor- gettable class of 1936 from old Plym- outh High. Step up, madam! Take the seat in the rear beside the buxom gentlemen with the epileptic necktie and the nauseating cigar. Here we go! Ladies and gentlemen, I, Vincent Jelly Baietti, am your guide, and our bus driver is the eccentric Philip Chandler, who never in his life has hit anything but pedestrians. Upon entering the city, the first build- ing we notice is that in which the bowl- ing alleys of Messieurs Poluzzi and Tav- ares are located. Louis CI know him personallyb has discarded his famed wooden toothpick for a platinum one gayly encrusted with diamonds. Alvin is futilely trying to explain the differ- ence between a strike and a spare to a few interested ladies: namely, Althea Lewis, Lucy Mayo, and Shorty-Dot Dunbar, who are desirous of learning the fundamentals of this healthful pas- time. There, standing in front of the build- ing with his thumb in the air, and sur- rounded by awed youngsters, is Robert Volk, author of the Hitch-hikers Com- panion and N87 Methods of Soliciting Rides. Let us leave the bus and in a leisurely fashion wander through the town and its many buildings. In a spotless white office, above the alleys, we discover Dr. Dorothy Rogers, leading feminine dentist, skillfully ex- tracting bicuspids and eye-teeth from a yawning mouth, the owner of which is Charles Fraser, inventor of the cubical polka dot, now employed by The George Scagliarini Polka Dot Corporation. When better dots are polkared, Scag will polka them! In the waiting room are Margaret Donovan, Mary Goddard, Evelyn Schreiber, and Priscilla Roberts, all featured in that new stage produc- tion, Dust on the Doorknob, written by that ingenious author, Douglass Armstrong. Clncidently, it is now play- ing in Lawrence Goodwinfs Opera House.J Up one flight more, we go into a spacious gymnasium where Mario Spike Garuti holds sway. Here the tired business man may reduce a bay- window to a mere skylight. In the ranks I believe we see Bill Bagnell, chairman of The Wiser Wisecrack Club. Over on a mat is Ward Clarke, world's heavyweight wrestling cham- pion, casually tying knots and charlie- horses in the legs of Daniel Tribou, who, we must confess, is deeply engrossed in a Wild West Weekly. Across from the gymnasium is the of- iice of Francis Poirier, owner of the Shaggy Nag Stables. We are ushered into the outer offices by Jean Whiting, his secretary. Behind us come tramping Donald Hughes, Frederick Deacon, Robert Hall, and Edward Brewster, all stockholders in the Suffogansett Race Track. They intend to build a race track on Brown's Island in Plymouth. Leaving this building, we journey to an adjacent one. On the street floor is the Modiste Moderne managed by Thelma Ferioli and Pauline Viau. Vain- ly trying to decide which hat to buy is Miss Margaret Fox, assistant adviser on the Adviser's Advice Council. In the back room, Rosamond Harlow and Betty Gardner are creating more ravishing chapeaux. On the next iioor is a door with a mysterious -looking sign on it. No, madam, it is not a Chin-ese Laundry. That is the insignia of the Theta Phi Psi Fraternity, to which belong those six heroic gentlemen UD who battled through Trigonometry and Solid Geome- try without a tear. Entering, we see grouped around a televisor, munching peanuts and Tootsie Rolls, Deane Beytes, the human slide rule, Peter Secondo, Fred Astaire's successor, George Nickerson, noted critic, Frank Neal, who recently translated Anthony Adverse into pig-latin, Warren Brad- ford, that little atomizer of gossip, and George Campbell, world's champion pre- varicator. Directly above the club room is Tele- vision Station WPHS where Elizabeth Ryan has just rendered Tony Tavernel- li's latest hit, f'Schenectady Scuttle, ac- companied by Doris Pederzani's all-girl orchestra. The owner of the voice an- nouncing the next program is Richard Harlow. Our next program will be the daily cooking lesson by Thelma Garuti, presi- dent of the 'Sisters of the Double-boiler 20 THE PILGRIM Organization! Her article today will be 'How to construct a cake' and 'How to Slaughter a Smoked Shoulderf As we wish to see all the town and must apportion our time, we are unable to stay longer. Let us journey further afield. On our way to the street, we pass the Woman's Get-together Clubf' Ad- die Leland has just addressed the group on 'tHow to Shake a Salt Shaker. In the interested audience we glimpse Alice Banzi, Alice Hall, Amy Young, Sarah Crowell, Kathryn V. Sampson, and Mildred Strassel. On the street again, we journey to the backyard of the mayor, Harold Ray- mond, where the Lam-Bor-Ghini Cine- ma Studios are located. A new super- thriller, The Goon and the Gink, star- ring Alton Whiting, Priscilla McCosh, and Elsie Monti, has just been com- pleted. Much praise is due the director, our own Jacob Shwom, for such marvel- ous work. Attracted by a buzz, we peer into a corner of the studio where we see Ruth Huntley, Mildred Lapham, Barbara Neal, and Katherine T. Sampson indus- triously UD playing bridge during their lunch hour here at the studio. Their chief topic of conversation concerns that book of the month Dazed in the Daisies or Asleep Under a Tulip by that most promising authoress, Alba Martinelli. We see that that nationally famed kibitzer, Connie Caldera, has just wowed them with another of her ancient original jokes. Now, my friends, as it is time to eat, we must adjourn to the Tin Coffeepot owned by Evelyn Arruda and Alma Gilli. We are greeted by Eleanor Drew, hostess, who tells us the meal is on the house. From the kitchen, we catch the fragrant aroma of Albert Walton's Miscellaneous Soup which contains just what the name suggests. Look! Over there on the stool, busily enveloping a hamburger, is Douglas Tubbs, an industrious and Lochinvarian young architect, who recently completed the Peter Peterson Community Cen- ter in Washington, D. C. Ah! Her-e's our soup, or are the plates just wet? After a lovely repast we depart for further investigation of this city. Sitting under an orange umbrella in the civic center we find Joseph Ryan, busily directing traflic. Janet Clark, Katherine Christie, and Cynthia Oldhan have just crashed head-on and caused a terrific mixup. CNice scenery, isn't it, girls?J In the distance we hear the presses of The Funnell owned and operated by Florence Drew. Buying a copy of the paper, we note that Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, Alexander Barbieri and his eight cronies, Donald Peterson, Charles Barengo, Antonio Carvalho, Prentiss Childs, Curtis Lowe, Ellis Gil- man, Webster Moores, and Antone Spalluzzi, have just declared that a tax on Iiavored tooth paste is constitutional. We also note that Eva Reggiani, the famed fan-dancer, has just left for Sweden to visit her mother. We also note with pride that our own Red Devitt has won the international hog-calling contest. Some voice, that! Now we shall again enter our dilapi- dated omnibus to journey to the Dun- ham Foundation Hospital where We shall see the latest in diseases and op- eration gowns. We are in luck. A patient is just be- ing carried in on a stretcher. It appears to be Gildo Govoni who, the driver says, was pouring hair tonic on his newly- grown mustache when the bottle slip- ped. He is received by nurses Marion Morey and Louise Ide, who quickly usher him, into the X-ray room. Doctors Courtney and Zavalcofsky are inter- rupted at their thrilling game of back- gammon, but they willingly rush to further maim and harass their patient. Leaving the hospital, we pass to the as- sembly hall, and, if we are quiet, we may be able to peek in. In the ranks of the alumnae nurses who are witnessing a premier per- formance of the new movie production featuring the Scionne Sextuplets, we see many old friends, Elizabeth Belcher, Natalie Caldera, Mary Crescenza, and Arlene Raymond in the front row, slyly whispering to one another upon a mat- ter of utmost importance fArlene's new hat, no doubtj . Over here we can see Louisa Gal- lerani, Dorothy Govoni, Hilda Jesse, Ella Lemius, Ruth Raymond, and Elinor Sanderson brazenly playing Tit-Tat- Toe on the back of Rose Sherman's spotlessly white uniform. They are brought to order by Professor Barbara MacDonald who severely reprimands them. Leaving the hospital, we reach the center of town again in a surprisingly short time. As we walk along the thor- r ,. . ,THE'.:PHf?1ii1lY1.,..L. o, C ., 21 oughfare, smoke and the odor of singed hair attract our attention. Very much concerned, we search for the source. Peeking into a beauty shop, we find it. There in a chair is Marion Beauregard heroically undergoing all the horrors of a beauty treatment. Miss Edna.Nicke1'- son is doing the deed, at the sa-me time rapidly chatting with Ruth Valler, who appears to have dropped in just for a pow-wow and confab. Also, in the shop are Dorothy Perkins, leading sampler ,for the Taste-More Lollipop Corp.. Ethel Pimental, coloratura for the Alexander Pearson Shoetree Corp. Hour, Gertrudes Russell and Wood, two exceedingly busy housewives, who, no doubt, are in for the Viola Petit Spec- ia! temporary permanent. Unaccustomed to such brutal sights, we find it necessary to depart. Now, let us again enter our convey-- ance and remain parked for a short while. I shall point out to you any and all personalities who chance to pass. it The couple approaching now is Mr. and Mrs. Francis Phillips, big game hunters. They have just returned from an expedition to Mars where they suc- ceeded in capturing a Martian Kluztok, fpronounced Kluztok J. This group of ladies now drawing near in very great haste must be going to Frederick Wood's Bargain Basement. From left to right, they are Francis Harty, Wilma Hurle, and Jennie ,Maz- zilli. There is a sale of guaranteed. no- run stockings in Mr. Wood's basement. fWait until they find out they're:ma'de of steel woolj. Following close behind, we see Ger- aldine Balboni, picking up the bundles that Ellen Sampson has dropped after attempting to recover them from Vir- ginia Wood. fExcuse the girls: they are trying to make the train thatleaves for Clark's Island in 2.5 min.J.- Be careful! These four faces now passing belong to G-men. Sh! They are owned by Robert Proffetti, Romeo Santerre, Frank Silvia, and Edgar Nickerson, respectively. They must be working on a case. Hi ya, gents! V Here's Betty Boudrot, assistant-nurse to Dr. George Wood, -veterinarian. There are Martha and Daisy Hallwho doa' sister act inthe Henriette Huriauig Hilarities. -Well, well, there .goes Burn- ham Young, who succeeded in crossing a bee with 'an eagle to secure a more ,bountiful supply of honey. ' :Oliver Matinzi, the truant oiiicer, just whizzed past. I wonder who he's after or vice versa? There goes Sarah Clark, president of the Housewives' Leisure Club, and a few of her members: Jesse Callahan, Dorothy Vandini, and Marjorie Cec- carelli, with Marion Henderson and Helen Michel bringing up the rear. Here comes Marjorie Croft, famous aviatrix. She just flew around the moon in :four months! To whom is she talk- ing? Oh, I know them, Arlene Dries and Mildred Wright, two employees of the James Frazier's Korn - Killer Kuref' Approaching us now are Misses Dor- othy Hamblin and Elsie Rezendes, in- ventors of the fourth dimensional knit and purl stitch .,,' W There, coming out of Elizabeth Vaughn's Delicatessen, are Gertrude Simmons, world champion of the tennis court, and Evelyn Strassel, the .girl who says Thank you before giving you the wrong number onthe Telephon- 1sor. r 'Sakes alive and dead, too! Look at the time! We-have to mosey along. And now, ladies and gentlemen, if you will designate your destinations . . . I shall endeavor to deposit you upon your respective doorsteps .... Dashed 05 in ,a moment of clairvoy- ancy and lunacy by . -Q . , e G. CAMPBELL '36 OVERHEARD: ,CHOICE REMARKS IN Chiefis History Class: Spaghetti grows on trees in Italy. CWho said so?J - We ain't lea.rned nuthin' yet in this class! 'CWhen she read the proof, Mrs. Raymond said it must have been in Englishj I'm positive I passed the paper in becausel copied ,from the guy in front Ofme, -. ., ., It wasn't on when I took it off. He who laughs first laughs last. Don't make a mountain out of a mole. Look at the air in the road! c Question: Who said, Speak for yourself, John?', .Answer: Benjamin Franklin. Gee, those three guys make a nice pair. ' I Do you mean to situate I said! that? ' LUIGI Sz V1NcENzo V. The I risk- G-Men 22 THE PILGRIM lIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllIIIIll!IIIIIIIIIllllllIIIIIIIIlllllIIIIIIIIlllIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIllllllllllllllIIIIIIIl!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE EJ Thoughts on the Advent of Commencement 2 KEEP CLIMBING I wandered in a land Where all was sunshine and joy. I lay down 'neath a shade tree- Where sleep o'ertook me and I dreamed. A mountain rose before me. On its sides, Youth was eagerly climbing. 'Twas the Hill of Success they were mounting With the Temple of Faith at the top. I saw one who was agile and eager And left his companions behind. He was Genius. When Pleasure and Pride beckoned, He lingered a while and his followers pushed on. I saw another climber who made his way along. He patiently moved each obstacle While keeping his eye on the top. He was Wisdom. He resisted the call of the sirens, While others forsook their paths And were led away to the huts Of Ignorance and the hovels of Misery. I noticed one of these abductors In her gentle, easy way, drawing More deserters to her innumerable court. She was Laziness. As I watched this endless crusade, I thought, How happy are they who ascend to the top! A being appeared before me. She looked at me, then spoke, Success may take thee to heights unknown, But I alone can lead thee to Happiness. I am Truth. As I reached out to touch her, my slumber was broken. The sunshine was gone, And the shadows of evening had descended On that beautiful land. ARLENE RAYMOND '36 PROSPICE As one who, cast above a cataract, Naught but a broken paddle for his guide, Tries wildly, futilely, to reach the shore, And failing, Hings it far aneld, to fall Among a patch of goldenrod, while he Shrinks down in his canoe and waits for death, The roaring growing louder in his ears, I gazed with trepidation on the road Which wound ahead of me up rocky steeps Impossible to scale without a guide. Alas, cried I, how useless all the toil And struggle of poor mortals bound to earth! The way is tortuous, and my eyes are dimmed From striving to see through the fog of life. Then spake a voice from out the blue of heaven: Do not despair, O mortal, for the way Is clear to those who put their trust in God! He is thy guide, however steep the path May seem to those who look for help in man! That is the lesson, Class of Thirty-six. Believe not you can self-suiiicient be - Strive not for selfish gains and men's acclaim - Seek to be guided on your way through life! Thus only will you gain the goal you seek: Thus only may you win divine. reward! . by I - PRIscILLA ROBERTS '36 THE RIVER E I stood before a wondrous map E And meekly watched its Maker 5 T1'3,C8 Olll' C0llI'S6. He spoke, 2 And pointed to the highlands: E The Class of Nineteen Thirty-Six 5 Began here where a multitude - z Five score or more - of tiny streams E Came together in their course E To form an ever-widening river. 3 His finger followed down the course 5 As in my mind I saw the shoals, E The rapids we had safely passed. c Again the great One slowly spoke: E Growing ever stronger, swifter, 5 You raced on toward a roaring torrent '- Where all the smaller streams unite. E Each single unit here is lost: : While mingling with the others, 5 Your class, too, joins the common Hood : To spread throughout the river. E I protested, ever hoping 5 My class would stay as one- E But from the map the Being turned E And calmed my fears by saying, E Even if those waters once divided E Shall never flow alone again E And your classmates soon to be parted 5 Perhaps shall never meet again, 5 The cherished mem'ries of these years E Will live forevermoref' E ELIZABETH BELCHER '36 E E THE SILENT MESSAGE E On a grassy knoll I lay and watched the clouds E Float silently across the blue expanse of skyg E Each seemed to know wherein his journey lay, 2 Intent, and questioning neither how nor why - E On softly-sa-ndalled feet they moved, and fal- E tered not, E As if each one were by its own ambition stirred E To heights of fame, here on this arching sky. 3 But, as I gazed, there rose a murmur in the Q breeze, E A hint of coming coolness everywhere, 5 And through the heaped-up clouds, the sun E Had disappeared, and sullen, burdened seemed E the air. E I must go, I thought, still I lingered there, E Content to glimpse anew each darke-ning cloud, E And while I dreamed, the sun, a golden proph- g ecy, E Shone through the haze, to gild each one more E fair. E So, class of nineteen thirty-six, may we Q Strive valiantly, by steadfast courage led, 5 Though strangely dark at times our way may E be F To persevere, nor fail to look ahead. 5 And through the years that God to us has given, E May We, inspired by higher, worthier things, 5 Not mourn the flight of passing time, E But toil, content, accepting what life brings. E vu E ' - , H ' DOROTHY PERKINS '36 E sflllIIllllllIllIillllflIIIIUIlllIIill!!IHIIIHIIIIIlIIlfllllILIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUllllllllllIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIlllIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINIIFIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIllIllllIllIIIIllllllllllllIllllllIlllllIllllllIIIIHIIIIIIIIIHIKIIIIE THE PILGRIM .LUIllllIIIIIIIllllIlllllIllllllllllIIIllllllIllllIIIIIllllllllIIIllllIIllIlllllIIlllllIllIIIllllIIllllllIIIllIIll!IIlllIIIIIIIIIIllllIIIIIIIllIllIIIIIIIIlllllllIIllIIIUIIIIIllllIIIllllIIIlllIIllIlIIllIlllllllllllllllllllllll MOTION PICTURE REVIEW She Couldn't Take It Doubting Thomas G-Men The Iron Duke Lady Tubbs Les Miserables No More Ladies Orchids To You Public Hero No. 1 Alibi Ike Bad Boy Here Comes. The Band Under Pressure Freshman Love Captain Blood Red Heads On Parade Daddy Long Legs Little Caesar Mutiny On The Bounty Five Star Final Animal Kingdom The Milky Way Show Them No Mercy The Perfect Gentleman Dangerous The Chatterbox Mister Hobo The Man Who Knew Too Much When A Man's A Man Little Man, What Now? Here Comes Trouble You May Be Next The Singing Kid Last Outpost Age of Indiscretion The Big Broadcast Breaker of Hearts Broadway Melody of 1936 Crime and Punishment We're Only Human Pace That Kills Your Uncle Dudley The Good Fairy The Great Impersonation The Melody Lingers On Mr. Dynamite One Way Ticket Shadow of Doubt Traveling Saleslady Our Little Girl Forsaking All Others The Gilded Lily The Irish In Us Vagabond Lady We're In The Money Strike Me Pink Way Down East The Lady Consents I Dream Too Much The Payoif Go Into Your Dance Black Sheep The Daring Young Man The Farmer Takes A Wife The Flame Within Goin' To Town Goose and the Gander Hold 'Em, Yale Splendor This Is The Life The Public Menace These Three Don't Bet On Blondes Althea W. Bagnell Garuti, Gilman, Govoni, Goodwin Dr. Davis E. Belcher The Flunkers Vinnie Baietti Mrs. Raymond Proifetti Gildo Govoni Fred Zaniboni Basketball English IV Period IV Pete Secondo Mr. Bagnall Rose, Sarah, Neal, M. Fox Phil Chandler Mr. Romano No more homelessons Pilgrim Biology Lunch counter Incoming Freshmen Frannie Poirier Pat McCosh Comiie Bobby Hall Lamborghini Mario Garuti Matinzi Peter Peterson To dunk Webster Moores June Cneuter gender? High School days Room 11's assembly Tubbs Our Class Song Pupil vs. Teacher Faculty Homelessons Mr. Shipman Our oflice girl George Campbell Beauty Eternal Mr. Poluzzi OUT! Getting all our points, Betty Gardner Ruth Huntley Cap Whiting Pauline Viau M. Donovan Natalie Caldeira After the treasurer's report We're Graduating! Ward Clarke His graduation partner Spalluzzi Commencement Day T. Garuti Jacob Shwom Dicky Harlow Charles Barengo Kay Sampson For graduation clothes A Richard and Eleanor Our football squad Girls' Dressing Room School Days Tavares Arlene, Betty, Arlene Ruth Valler -willIIllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIllllllllIlllllllIllllIIIllllIIIKIIIIIIIlIIIllllllllllllllllllIIIllIIlIllllllllIIIlllllIlIlllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllIIIlllIIIIlllIIIlllIIIIllllllllIIIllllllIlllIlllllllllllllllllllllli 24 THE PILGRIM LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT Continued from Page 5 To Miss Dowling: A wheelbarrow in which she may carry all her belongings to the new school. If it is snowing, however, she may send a requisition for a dog-sled. A -A To Miss Johnson: A pair ofcas- tanets to prevent wear and tear from snapping her fingers. 1 1 1 V To Miss Rafter: A pair oflfsfhoes, with cleated heels, to be used 'for -exact- ly the same purposes as usual. -,After all, shoes do wear out. ' To Miss Lang: An automatic desk- lifter-upperf' We realize that it is -ex- tremely difficult and annoying to reach down and get paper from those lower drawers. To Miss Wilberz' A Senior Latin class whose ranks contain at least one boy. A To Dr. Davis: A magnetic baton which will attract the eyes of our music lovers to prevent the embar- rassment of a Senior's booming bass voice cutting in upon a soprano solo. To Mr. Romano: A bright red scooter that he may police the study hall swiftly and effectively. - V To Mr. Packard: A class of budding Edisons and Einsteins who will gjnot claim that an ohm is a dwelling place To Miss Carey: A rocket ship,..that she may spend her week-ends Qawritlfiva- cations in France. We seek tofeinove the unpleasantness of mal de iiierl To Mr. Knowlton: Our regret that we did not meet him sooner, and our sincere hope that he enjoys being with us. To Mrs. Garvin: A hockey' team., j ust half as good as our girls made it .ppl To Miss Jacques: A French class with surnames that can easily be pro- nounced in French. We know how awk- ward it is to say Monsieur in flawless French and the last name . . . not. To Miss Coombs :fi A pair ofifwhlged sandals and a Western Union uniform in which to flit, appropriatelygfgvarbed, about the new school building'?o1fi-,her daily errands. ' To the Class of 1937: Our congratu- lations, and, we confess, ourpoorly- disguised envy sincefffit is to be the Senior class in the new school. COh, well! they'll see lots of us as HP. G.'s J. To the Class of 1938: Our hope that they can find enough outstandinglper- sonalities to serve as class ofiicers. To the Classof 1939: A Big Ben A: Qfirst it whispers, then it shoutsj, to awaken them in the morning now that their hours have changed. Signed, sealed, and mailed with a three-cent stamp from the luxuriously furnished ofiices' of ' Bulrushe, Bulrushe, Bulrushe, and Weed, and to be executed by whatever courageous soul deems it advisable. H-ereunto, whereunto, and whatunto, we have aiiixed our signatures: Alice the Goon A ' ' Jenny the Gink 3 ' Minnie the::Tewt Eugene thjegfeep , ,AWARREN BRADFORD '36 .DOUGLASS TUBBS '36 5llIIIIlIIllIIIlllllllllllllIllIlIIIllllllllllllllllllllllfiIllllIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE 2 CLASS SONG E 2 UP AND' ONWARD I E Friends and classmates, E E Up and onward! Q E Toward the goal E E That we pursue: g Q Forward ever, E E Backward never, E 5 Seek to make E E Our hearts more true. E E Bright the future E E Gleams before usj 5 Q We have youth- Q E Life's greatest prize, 5 E May its ' fervor E 5 Help to lead us, E E - Upward, onward, 5 - Ma.?!.'1w9 3535- E E Friends and classmates,-A 2 g Up and onward! ' ' E E Look not. back-fr ' 2 A To days goneby, ,Q : 5 Always forward : Q To the treasures E 5 which beside A 'V , E 5 Our path may, lie: ' E Q Reachinggupward-g X 5 5 Ne12er1llltZdwii11fdTd,5' ' QQ : : For tneeiw-briyntrgffi' f'l'fjj4 i E And not tive -dimj lf E E Let us keep' ' ' E 5 Our ,lives unsullied E ' T 'll h t E i we c an A E 5 Our triumph hymn. E - Friends and classmates, 5 E Up and onward! E E One gate has E E Been closed behind .' E 5 There are others 5 E Open to us, E E I f we strive E 5 With heart and mind. E E Shirking never, E : Working ever, : E Light illumines E E Souls that climb , E E Upward, onward, ' A E 5, Ever onward, ,' 5 E Till we conquer , 5 5 Even Time: M E E SARAH CLARK '36 E HIIIlIIlllIIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllIIlllllllllllllllllllllf E Life Begins At Sweet Sixteen T1 E F E F E F E F 2 F E F1 E THE PILGRIM ,IIIllIIIIlIIIIlllllllllllIIIIJIIIIIIlllllllllllIIIIIIIIll!IIIIIIIIIIlllIlllIIIIIIIIlllllllllllIIIllllIIIIIIIIIIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIlllllIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllll' 5 TRY THESE ON YOUR PIANO 2 Stay As Sweet As You Are Dot Perkins E Easy Come, Easy Go Ten cents a week 5 I'm Misunderstood A. Lewis I Whose Honey Are You? D. Vandini ' Sweet Music At basketbaii ' Cling To Me Eva's dress Q When I Grow Up Dot Dunbar E The Gentleman Obviously Doesn't Believe Brud Goodwin Thanks A Million At Your Service, Madame I Can Wiggle My Ears A Little Bit Independent So Nice Seeing You Again Swing It Cheer Leader Charlie A Picture of Me Without You Will I Ever Know? I've Got to Get Hot Love Is Just Around The Corner Before For the diploma Yeh? Where were we? D. Beytes Campbell . Back to Nature Colony on Clark's Island An A on our report card D. Pederzani A. Martinelli Says Cap to Phil What was Feb. 19 Cbesides Poluzzi's birthday? going into R.. 10 So's prosperity, but we've never seen it What's Mine Is Yours Homelessons Calling All Cars Rainy day at 12:30 I Love Louisa Bob The Traiiic Was Terrific Got A Brand New Suit Dancing With My Shadow Vinnie Phil Chandler Bill Bagrlell They Cut Down The Old Pine Tree For Louis You're Driving Me Crazy I'm A Dreamer Hate To Talk About Myself History homelessons Fred Deacon Boys' cooking class - I Woke Up Too Soon Dick.Harlow ' Mine Alone Or not at all, says Janet I I Feel A Song Coming On Pat ' ' Haunting Me Study hall teachers 2 Country Boy P. Childs 5 Going, Going, Gone Class of '36 f I Feel Like A Feather In The Breeze Jinny EllllIIIlIIIIIIllIIIIIIllIIIIIlIIllIIIIIIIIllllIIIIllIIIllIllIIIIIIIIIIHIIlIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIlllIIIIlllIIIllIlIIIIIIIIIIIIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYIIIIIIIIIIIlllIlllllllllllIIIIIIIIlIIIllIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllIl: What Is. Your Choice? 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For this is the tale of what sent him on his quest. Leon was a rather small town in Spain, in those fifteenth-century days, and Ponce was not an outstanding figure in it. He had always lived there, and while he took an occasional part in its activities and, for a time, lived a mildly exciting life with his various bachelor contemporaries, he was inclined to be self-effacing. He was different from the rest. Especi- ally was he fond of reading and studying, -even although education and books were scarce. As the years passed, and he grew older, he continued to live by himself, surrounded by his books. He was very fond of reading Sir John de Mandeville's travels, and, although these accounts were grossly exaggerated, he spent many hours pouring over the volumes and taking imaginary voyages of his own. He never married, and, as time passed, he grew more and 'more content with his manner of living. However, as so often happens to mens of his type, as he neared lifty he had the misfortune to fall in love with a lady 'many years younger than himself. Poor Ponce! The thought of her dis- turbed his hours, waking and sleeping, and, as the situation grew worse, he had no rest. Her face came between him and his book, her voice haunted him night and day, in short, his whole life was disturbed by her. Finally he could endure the situation no longer. One night, as was the cus- tom, he engaged a musician to soften the heart of the lady with seductive airs and create the proper romantic atmos- phere. Together they went to her court- yard, and soon the plaintive strains of a guitar filtered through the heavy scent of mimosa which hung about her win- dow. A slight figure appeared behind the bars, and Ponce's heart suddenly swelled. Surely, surely she must listen to his suit and give answer. He stepped from the shadow into the moonlight and in low, impassioned tones pleaded his cause. But alas! When he had finished and stood with lowered head awaiting her word, only a light laugh sifted through the grating which separated them. But no, Senor Ponce-you are too old! Go back to your musty books, and leave love-making to those younger than you. Oh, the cruelty of youth! Stooped with sorrow, Ponce returned to his lonesom-e abode and turned to his books for solace. He opened a volume of Mandeville's travels, and, scarcely real- izing what he read, started to scan an ancient map. Here lies Ind, he read, the familiar words bringing comfort. Diamonds grow as large as oranges, and the people are green and yellow. Suddenly his eye was caught by a tiny bit of lettering in one corner, which had hitherto escaped him. ze - THE PILGRIM Here lies the Fountain of Youth, and men worship oxen. Youth, the foremost wish of his heart! A fountain where he who drinks is made young-- if Mandeville had found it, why could not he? Perhaps he was a bit deranged by sorrow - who knows? However, on the strength of Mandeville's statement, his search began. The rest of his story is history. We all know of his long, futile search for the fabulous fountain, of the hardships and heart-break he endured before he died, at the end of one of his voyages, a weary and heartsick old man. One wonders whether the cruel heart of the lady were touched, or whether she ever knew of the futile search to which she had driven him. Truly, strange are the ways of a lovesick man! But Ponce lives on, in history, as the explorer who discovered Florida, and not as he really was- only an incurable romanticist with an unhappy heart-and all for the love of a lady. PRISCILLA ROBERTS '36 BARGAIN CU MATINEE - 15c DID you ever go to the movies on a Friday afternoon with the hope of thoroughly enjoying the pictures, only to regret, as the afternoon Wears on, that you did not take a walk or stay at home and listen to the radio? Most of us have experienced this disappoint- ment. It is not the pictures which cause this discomfiture, but both the physical and mental attitude of our neighbors. Sitting back comfortably with visions of keen entertainment, our attention is suddenly and painfully withdrawn from the screen by a thump or thumps on the back. Leaning forward, we gradu- ally recover our mental equilibrium suf- ficiently to concentrate on the films. By the time that our courage has returned enough for us to ease back into our seat, we hear the familiar Rise, please, of the usher. After responding reluctantly to his courteous request, we once more sit down and try to collect our thoughts and belongings, upon which we discover that the person next to us is comfort- ably seated upon our coat sleeve. There follows a period of indecision as to whether we'd best try to retrieve it now or wait for a more opportune moment. We decide on the latter, and for a short time all goes well. Becoming intensely interested in the plot, the emotionally inclined among us are nearly on the verge of tears, when from out of the vast darkness, comes a high falsetto laugh followed by a series of loud guf- faws. To add to this distraction, a small child in the row in front of us makes it plain to his mother and, incidentally, to all within hearing distance, that he wants to go home. Occasionally his Wish is granted, but more often, to our sor- row, it is not. Suddenly it dawns on him that there might be something of interest in the unexplored region under the seats. Forgetting him for a moment, we are again reminded of his presence by a muffled shriek, I can't get out! Whereupon he is vigorously extricated, and deposited in his seat by his irate mother. There, to our great satisfac- tion, he remains for the rest of the afternoon. To return to the picture, we find that it is nearly finished. As the curtain closes, pandemonium breaks loose. One more bargain matinee is over! What a ' 1 bargain ' DOROTHY PERKINS '36 I DREAMED A DREAM I dreamed a dream: And in that dream I saw- A world of splendor Of purple and gold, Of light and beauty. Beautiful jewels sparkled in a heavenly domeg And people strolled along And lived in perfect harmony. I woke at dawn And thought my dream untrue, incomprehensi- ble - And so I looked from my window, sighing, And marvelled at the vision Of the sun, surging upward on its journey- Castin ra f r l d ld g yso pupe an go Over the rolling hills. And jewels scintillated from dew-dripped bowers. A man passed by Whistling - Reveling in a world of beauty and peace. I thought - why dream, when all about God has given us beauty in Nature Oft-times unappreciated. MILDRED LAPHAM '36 THE PILGRIM 29 THE FATES WILL ATTEND R-ESTLES'S flashes ofl lightning glowed in the sky and were quickly extin- guished as if by some unknown hand. A rising wind soughed through the trees and sent leaves whispering along the muddy road. The storm had momen- tarily ceased, but gave warning of strik- ing again with renewed vigor. A horseman, his mount slipping and sliding, came down the lonely lane, try- ing vainly to urge his foam-covered beast to a trot. A bolt of lightning cracked with earsplitting violence close at hand. The horse reared, his rider shouted, and was pitched headlong to earth. The rain came slashing down to lash with derisive whips the cursing man and the fast-disappearing mount. James Clyde, stupidly picking him- self up, futilely brushed wet mud from his clothes. The wind, hurrying the rain along, beat against his back to arouse him from his stupor. Gathering his cloak around him and recovering his hat, he hunched himself' against the storm and set off down the road. He had not gone far when water began to trickle down his neck. Growling and snarling, he clutched his cloak about his neck and slithered on. A coy little drop insinuated itself inside his boot. Its companion followed and soon more hastened to work for his discomfort. Wet autumn leaves passed their slimy fingers over his face, and branches reached out to seize him. Just like his brother to make a will keeping him waiting for ten years to inherit what was rightfully his, and then insert a clause forcing him to claim the house at midnight no later than September 8, 1838. Well, soon he would have no reason to regret this excursion. If that sniveling lawyer got there on time, James Clyde would soon be in a dry bed, and what is more, a rich man. What a time could be had with that money! A thousand parties like the one last night, he promised himself. In a concert of thunder and lightning he arrived at a dripping iron gate. In the weird illumination of the storm, he saw the house against the sky. He shiv- ered. The old place looked gloomy, like a fitting rendezvous for the ghosts that the village folk believed to inhabit it. Tugging and pulling at the gate, the new master of Clyde House struggled to enter his domain. At last he wrenched open the gate and in a fit of impatient anger slammed it shut and viciously kicked his inanimate tormentor. Def- initely out of breath, Clyde climbed the weed-grown drive to the house. The place oppressed him, heavy with knowl- edge and five centuries of combating the elements. It seemed to squat pro- tectingly over the surrounding land. The bars that its neurotic, previous owner had had placed over the windows gave it a distasteful prison-aspect. He reflected that James Clyde would have to be careful or he might find himself living in a prison, but not for long, not for long. Mounting the steps, he hesitated be- fore the heavy door. He shivered. What might be behind it? He frowned at his thoughts and muttered to himself, Don't be a fool, Jim, my boy. There's nothing there that can harm you. Ghosts make the very best caretakers. Inserting the key and forcing the rusty lock, he stepped into the house. A rush of dusty, damp air slapped his face. Heavy with the damp and neglect of years, the house was not a pleasant place. A gust of rain reminding him that it was drier inside than out, he entered and closed the door. Lighting a candle that he took from his pocket, he looked disgustedly about. He held the candle up. Revealed in the unmerciful light, his lined, red face and bloodshot eyes told of a young man prematurely old as the result of concentrated dissi- pation. Heavy layers of dust covered every- thing. The house was just as it had been when the body of his older brother had been borne from it to the grave. N-o one had had enough interest or thoughtfulness to have the house pre- pared after the disappointed heir had rushed from his brother's funeral, as drunk with the wine of new-found free- dom as he was to be so many times on more material spirits. The room lay under the heavy dust of years of waiting for life to come to it Once beautiful furniture once more. stood with mold on once-gleaming, satin-smooth wood, and rot working in- sidiously in beautiful brocade uphol- stery. Cracked paintings, rotting tap- estries, a small bronze draped in shroud- like cobwebs-all evidences of the ma- licious workings of time. This was the reception room that Robert had lavished so much money upon in order to sustain the elegance of the name of Clyde in its country-wide glory. Here for two cen- turies the Clydes had, on the first of 30 THE PILGRIM every month, met the neighborhood gen- try. The family had owned the most land and possessed the most influence for so long that they were potential kings in their own domain. This glory of other times now hung in rags. James had never taken up his duties as squire with the small allowance from the in- come the will allowed-and never would. The room seemed to resent that, it hud- dled sullenly in its shadows and very reluctantly emerged as James's light sought it out as he advanced. Eddies of dust whirled vaguely after the disturbing feet. Clyde walked to the door that led into the hallway. He in- tended to go to the dining room where he would endeavor to build a fire, if there were any wood there. This room was too big, too full of memories. He didn't like it. The lightning flashed. A draught blew out his candle. Silhouetted in the open doorway down the hall stood a menacing figure, arm uplifted. The back of his scalp prickled and crawled. Cold sweat beaded his brow. His breath came with a painful, hoarse whistle. The light faded. Blackness rushed about him. He stood rooted with sud- den, unreasfoning terror that tore at his sanity. The world stood still. Wa- ter dripped from his cloak to his boots. He could hear it drop. Cold and damp- ness permeated him to the bone. At any moment he expected that avenging figure to rush at him from the darkness. His mind groped for reason telling him that this couldn't be true,-there were no avenging spirits. But his heart and soul screamed to him. The spirit of Robert demands retribution. You are going to die-die foully as he did! Realization came to him that in the very room in which he still stood, his brother had met him for the first time with the scales fallen from his eyes. James remembered everything he had striven to forget. He thought of him- self at twenty-two, a spoiled young man, pampered by an adoring, blind, older brother who saw in him only what he wished to see. Robert, weighted with responsibility, much older than James, delighted in giving James the pleasures that he never could have. Almost an invalid, neurotic and fearing death, he was suspicious and demanding of all save the brother he worshipped. Not even being sent down from Oxford with scandal that was the current gossip at- tached to him, persistent rumors of un- savory nature, his reputation as the gayest of young bucks, or enormous debts, could shake Robert from his de- lusions and dreams. He wanted James to sow his wild oats and return to set- tle down in the country with him. When he had started to exert gentle pressure on James to draw him from his pleasures, the young man resented it, drew back, and finally came into open rebellion. James remembered that fight- ing against gentle Robert was like punching a feather pillow-he was soft, easily hurt, but resilient. And then finally Robert had left the country and gone to London where he heard stories that had made him gasp and come hurrying back for James' denial - a denial that couldn't be convincingly given. In this room Robert had stormed and threatened, pleaded and cajoled, and under James' sullen silence had blazed into anger. James, his allowance cut off, had stood and listened and seen his soul stripped to its essential ugli- ness by a disillusioned, maddened man whose world had crumpled about his ears, to leave only dust and ashes in his mouth. And in James' resentful, hat- ing eyes had glowed and finally blazed -murder. Robert had not seen the terribleness of his brother's passion, and in the fol- lowing days had come to regard him as a wayward lamb. But he never could regain his old confidence and blind love for the man for whom he had had such hopes. And, unknown to James, he changed his will. He could not keep the money and lands from the rightful heir, but he had the power to keep him from squandering them, or so he thought. James had begun cold-bloodedly to plot to kill his brother. The last 'vestige of decency fell from him as he chafed under the sameness of each succeeding day and the absence of all that he had possessed--things for which he would sell his soul. And in the end he had heard the doctor announce the death of Robert, and knew that he had succeeded. He had known unholy joy and mentally blessed the poison that had given him the power to regain freedom. There had been no suspicion. Every- one was delightfully gullible, for in their minds such a deed as had been per- petrated could not be conceived of in one of the Clydes. James had rejoiced -until the will was read after Robert's ' s Continued on Page 32 THE PILGRIM . PILGRIM STAFF First Row: Audrey Dutton, Mary Bodell, Jean Whiting, Alba Martinelli, Elizabeth Ryan, Priscilla McCosh. Second Row: Elizabeth Belcher, Janet Clark, Lucy Mayo, Dorothy Perkins, Arlene Raymond. Third Row: Warren Bradford, Francis Schied, Alan Hey, Lois Brewster, Mrs. Raymond. HONOR GROUP First Row: Mrs. Raymond, Elizabeth Belcher, Alba Martinelli, Jean Whiting, Dorothy Perkins, Priscilla McCosh, Margaret Fox, Arlene- Dries. Second Row: Vincent Baretti, Lucy Mayo, Pauline Viau, Deane Beytes, Lawrence Goodwin, Katherine Christie, Dorothy Varxdini. W 32 THE Continued from Page 30 funeral. Then he had cursed and storm- ed and threatened to break the will, but he knew it was unbreakable, and it made him wait ten years for the bulk of the estate. And one of the clauses said that he must meet the lawyer there or the estate would pass to his cousin. It named a generous sum that he would possess if he managed the estates, and a much smaller one that he would have if he left. Robert had futilely tried to bring James to his senses through his weakness for comfort, luxury, and pres- tige- to bring him solidity through the years before trusting him with a fortune. But he had calculated wrongly and James had raged from the house to the freedom and debauchery that held him in their powerful grip. So he had lived fon ten years, in debt most of the time, dragging his name through filth, anticipating the day when he would avenge these years by squandering his patrimony just as Robert had feared he would. James' mind came back to the pres- ent. He knew that it had been but sec- onds that he stood there. Still he felt years older. Another flash of lightning. James sobbed with joy. It hadn't moved! Then, suddenly he began to laugh hysterically. Tears of relief and self-derision rolled down his cheeks. The suit of armor! He had seen it a thou- sand times before and yet his over- wrought brain had believed it an avenging spirit. Ridiculous! Fumbling in his pockets, he again found a light for his candle and strode down the hall to confront the suit of armor. With a mace fastened to the hand and the arm upraised, it looked lifelike indeed. But a spirit.-Ha! He remembered that he had even thought of having Robert die apparently by be- ing accidentally struck down by the mace. He jeered at himself, snorted with disgust, and continued on his way. Entering the dining room, he immed- iately kindled a fire in the great fire- place. A good blaze going, his accus- tomed bravado again came to the fore. James ripped open a cupboard door and snatched a bottle of wine. impatiently knocking the top off on the table, he raised the bottle to his lips and drank deeply. After several drinks he felt himself fit to battle the devil, so, dragging a chair to the fireside, he sat down. Re- plenishing the fire and drink occupied PILGRIM him until midnight when his watch told him that the lawyer was due. But Law- yer Willows did not come. The minutes dragged.. James got up and began to fiing impatiently about the room. Still no lawyer! Wind and rain beat against the windows and, when an occasional heavier gust hurled itself against the pane, James started, looked about, and resumed his restless pacing. A disturbing thought had come to him. Could it be that Robert had sus- pected him, that this seemingly foolish test was a trap to betray him? He could almost feel the noose tighten around his neck. He gazed about like a hunted animal, his shifting, red eyes watching for anything suspicious. There was a tapping at the window. He glided quickly, silently to look out. There was no one there. Tap, tap -- again. A shiver ran up his spine. Then he saw the inquisitive limb that was the culprit. As if in obliging confirmation, it swayed once more and knocked. Mut- tering and cursing, he resumed his pere- grinations. A log fell in the fireplace, sending gleaming sparks up the chimney. Wa- ter dripped on the window-sill outside. He could hear his Watch above the crackle of the fire. And then, looking up, he saw his brother's accusing eyes menacing him. He told himself savagely that it was only a portrait. It couldn't harm him- he was flesh and bloodg he could de- stroy that canvas if he pleased. But when he moved, the eyes seemed to fol- low him - accusing - reproaching - wistful - angry - menacing. Robert's eyes begged him again to say it wasn't true. He could endure it no longer. Mad- ly he tore the portrait from the wall and cast it into the fire. It blazed up. But Robert's eyes were the last part to be consumed by the hungry fire. They seemed to reproach him even from the ashes. The house suddenly became unendur- able to James. The walls seemed to close in on him, the very chairs seemed hostile. The atmosphere of the room choked him. A horrible shriek came from the chimney, something came swooping down it. His brain flamed - something snapped inside him! He rushed from the room, gasping sobs of terror - something was chasing him! As he stumbled over the thres- hold past the armor, he was hit THE PILGRIM 33 a stunning blow on the back of his head. Dazed, a little trickle of blood coursing down his neck, his mind was filled with the thought of assassins, spirits, the thought of his brother- something had attacked him-had de- sired his life! He flung the door open and its crash behind him gave added impetus to his headlong flight. He reached the gate. He wrenched at it. It did not open. In mad rage and terror he tore and clawed at it, but it would not yield. He looked over his shoulder. Shadows ad- vanced on the path. They assumed ghostlike forms. With a shuddering, sobbing scream he gave one last tearing wrench -in vainl He collapsed on the gate and hung there. The wind made his cape flutter and sway, ruffled his hair. The rain stream- ed down his face. He didn't feel it. He would never feel it. In the house a bewildered owl wad- dled about the room, blinking and pro- testing his preciplitate journey down the chimney. The embers of the dying fire painted the room a dull bloody red that gleamed and ran as the fire fiickered. The owl stalked from the room, passed the still-swinging mace, and flew out the door. The rain beat in. The wind slowly swung shut the door. With the click of the latch, the house relaxed, resumed its impregnable, indomitable watch-sat gazing inscrutably down on the thing hanging so limply on the gate. In the peace of the new morning a shocked farmer beheld the blood-chilling sight of a man, his face horribly con- torted, grimacing from the gate of Clyde House, staring starkly at some- thing too horrible for sight. Lawyer Willows and the doctor iden- tified the body. The doctor had remark- ed pensively, As I have said, the blow on his head, as yet unaccounted for, could not cause death, so he must have received some shock: that was too much for his over-strained heart. He looked at the terror-stamped features of the body at his feet and shuddered uncom- fortably. He muttered to himself, From the look on his face, I should say he died from sheer, stark fear! It will always be a mystery to me, Willows grumbled to the doctor, why that madman had to come and die of heart failure in the place he seems to have deemed unworthy of his attentions. Anyway, the estate passed to his cousin night before last when James Clyde was spending the time in which he was to claim his inheritance in a drunken orgy with his friends I PHYLLIS JoHNsoN '37 THE LITTLE PEOPLE The sweet wind Kissed by banshee lips Gently - Softly sighs through the thatch. In the low hush Of the night, I can hear their voices Tinkling Clear in the stillness, And they lull me to sleep, The Little People - They whisper in my ear and lull me to sleep. In the yellow of the day Where are they? They are the sparkle of the sunbeam That streams slantingly through the panes On my morning porridge. They hide in the deep thatch Of the roof, And tickle the feet of the swallows. They twist and curl the thin smoke From Grandpa's pipe, And they polish all the silver in his hair. MARY BODELL '37 MUSICAL MYSTERIES O sweet music, Why mystic power have you That by one peaceful strain You can lift our souls From despair's darkest depths, From those cruel clutches Of that pulsing arm of pain? You are a sweet release From the bondage of suffering! You, are full of comfort To the aching heart! But why do you sweep us From the heights of ecstacy With your heart-rending tones And your wild moaning? Tragedy o'ertakes us and we are sadg The chrysalis of our soul is torn And grief seeps through. Music may show us Hate, sorrow, love, or joy In a few throbbing strains. ELIZABETH VAUGHAN '36 WINTER Azure sky, blue and fairg Shrilling wind, bleak and bareg Frozen earth, hard and dryg Melting snow, piled up highg . Quiet brook, choked and stillg Muddy leaves dead and chillg Ghost-like trees, black and coldg Rising sun, bright and boldg Winter. JEANNETTE HATTON 34 THE PILGRIM EllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKJIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIlllllIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllia 5 Sophomore Poetry Page E u ri - u E E MY CATALOGUE OF LOVELY THINGS E E A winding road through towering mountains i A rumbling, tumbling waterfaii, I E A morn in spring when the dew-drops cling :I A beautiful park and sparkling fountains, g E To the boughs of the waking treesg 5 - A tree in winter or summer or fall. E E When the birdies sing from a tree-top swing g .. The woods and their fragrant smells, E E Which rocks lightly in the breezeg E 5 The sky with all its phases and changes, 5 5 A pine tree tall near a waterfall, E E An ivy-covered church with its ringing bells, 5 : Roaring ceaselessly through the nightg 3 5 The sea with all its moods and dangersg 5 E A sea-gull's call before a squall, , , 5 E A river flowing solemnly on to the sea, E 5 Which catches it in full flightg 5 A quiet nook near a warm nre, E E A bluebird's wings, cold, bubbling springs, 5 - A book that interests and pleases me, E E This is my list of loveliest things. E E And music from flute, violin, or lyre, E 2 BARBARA PATY E E ARNOLD TORRANCE -E F E n F MY CATALOGUE OF LOVELY THINGS E - This is my catalogue of lovely things. 2 E LIFE'S LOVELY THINGS MY CATALOGUE LOVELY THINGS E E My idea of life's lovely things The lilting sweetness of the tune E 5 Is neither wealth nor treasure of kings. The thrushes in the springtime croon, Q E A lonely pine upon a hill, The gentle rustling of the leaves E 5 A brave but battered sentinelg Caused by breezes through the trees, E E A 7311157 g01d911 buttefiy, The pitter-patter of the rain E Poised on a flower, wings lifted highg A mother robin with her brood, Her happy mate asearch for foodg An angry, roaring, surging ocean, With spray aily, and wind in motion, A field of daisies, fresh and white, Wet with the dew of a summers nightg 'Tis Godis own works, both great and small, That are the loveliest things of all. J EANNETTE HATTON As it falls on my window-pane, E A Held of daisies in the sun E Nodding their heads till day is done, E A happy, bubbling iittie brook 5 E Scurrying to some secluded nook, .. The mellow strains of a guitar E Sounding at twilight from afar, Q This is my catalogue of lovely things: E And great is the joy to me it brings. 5 LEAH Lonr I F Fill!IIllIllIIlllllIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIllIIIIlllIIIIllIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIlIIIlillIIIIIIIIIi!!IIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIlIlIllIIIIIIllIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIllIIIIllIIlllllllllIlllllllllllllllf' THE PILGRIM 35 MONEY IS AS MONEY DOES SUNRISE always has been one of Na- ture's better gifts to man. After the dark reign of night, a bold sun comes up from behind a hill or a clump of trees to start a new day. It chases away the fears that may have been born dur- ing darkness and makes the gloomiest and Weariest creature hopeful and ex- pectant. It sweeps away troubles the way a broom sweeps away a cobweb. Troubles, like cobwebs, appear again, but temporarily there is happiness in forgetfulness. The break of day in Townsville was as lovely as usual. A great flaming ball appearing in a pink and golden sky banished a few fluffy clouds. Workers who set out at an early hour took a deep breath of the invigorating air. It was fortunate, indeed, to be alive on such a day as this. A figure appearing on the crest of the hill' behind which the fiery ball was becoming visible was unobservant. Bent and weighed down by the implement with which he made a living, Old Joe made a grotesque silhouette against the now blazing sky. He had travelled along this same road at the same hour for a number of years, but he had never noticed the dawn. With his head bent down, he saw only stones and dust, his eyes blind to the beauty about him. Per- haps his attitude toward life might have been different, for often a gorge- ous vision makes one resolve to try to beautify a drab world. Since he had been journeying to Townsville for a number of years, he was well known. His Have you any scissors to sharpen today ? was famil- iar to all as he trudged slowly through the streets, his bell making a mournful sound. Once it had seemed to challenge the world, so loud and persistent it had been. Now it seemed resigned to its fate as was its master. Old Joe was thinking what he had thought through the years as he ap- proached his destination: Another day has begun. My back is broken but I must keep on. My pile of money must increase, not diminish. My money! My own money! All mine! No one else can have it. I want it all and more. There is more and I can get it. The Whites, Smiths, and Vandykes want scissors sharpened today. Maybe axes, too. Yes, I can get more, more money. That's what I want. Busy thus with his planning and scheming, he did not hear the rumble of a powerful motor. As his desires for wealth shut out unselfish deeds, they shut out the warning of approaching death. How could Old Joe know that in the black speck that was rapidly nearing was a fugitive who had stolen money? How could he know that a victim of the desire for riches was racing toward him? The young man driving the flash- ing vehicle was desperately thinking: I'll get away! I must! Nothing shall stop me! Nothing. I don't care who or what it is. I'll get free. I won't be caught. It's impossible. I won't let anyone get me. Not me. No cop is gonna get hold of me. Over my dead body he will. This bus oughta go faster. I'll soon find out. It sure does go. Now we'll see. Thus two beings meditated, two who were to ruin each other's plans. As the car hastened toward the turned figure, no one was near to warn the misguided man. Meeting the obstacle in its path, the car teetered for a minute or two on two spinning wheels and then, as though having made up its mind, tipped to one side and hit a tree which offered wel- come shade during the hot ,summer days. In this way, two men who want- ed wealth, met death. ELSIE MONTI '36 THE BLACK PLAGUE Heaps of corpses, stinking piles Of rotten flesh and clotted blood: Decaying mounds of sun-scorched dead - The very atmosphere breathes death. Human food for rats and flies, That swarm around and land To feed on choicest morsels From the t'Grim Reaper's butcher shop. Bodies blackened by the plague Are carried in the dead of night, And dumped like garbage into pits To swell the rising hill of dead. NORMAN JONES '37 THE PILGRIM o I o . M X uf' .fgauf 4f, .1 ,L f M. ,ful xx! V Q I I xx 3--ix ' g'iAXfm' Q l'Bf-ud+ pmlfupa' Mraifvg t,M1YgXi 5 43505 Qjf dug ggr Q ducknng W B A Q 7 afar W Q ffwr GMX GMM X A 1i,ff2f,,,,.!' . X , 5x 3' ,eyd f J f vil 'YF' J A f n Vii x ' f -. r g' Af E 'S' ' X, :gy W , - . 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More Valu- able by far than money is our reward, we either lower ourselves or rise a little each day. Our employers are ourselves, and we often expect too much with little effort from those employers. Why do we feel that, when working for our- selves, if we fall a little short it will not matter? We are told that, from our labors, we get back exactly what we put into them. There is a simple formula in physics which applies to all machinery and, al- though we do not realize it, has a direct bearing on human machinery. It is this: output equals input. That is, the work accomplished is proportional to the effort expended. However this formula is only theoretical, applying to machines of one hundred percent efficiency, and such a machine, mechanical or human, has never been produced. Frictions of many sorts cause resistances which hinder the smoothness of the machine until the output equals only a fraction of the input. Likewise only a part of the work we do for ourselves is realized, only a portion of our labors will be rewarded. Therefor-e, to get ahead we must do a little more than we are ex- pected to do in order to keep our stand- ard as high as we would have it! While we are working for others- working to gain money, striving to become more independent, we are broadening our vision, learning new things, adapting ourselves to new situ- ations. According to the manner in which we Illeetour, rising problems, ,we are either working for ourselves or against ourselves. Little do we realize that the narrow, hypocritical people we often find around us once faced the question--to work for themselves or against themselves. Alas! they started out on the wrong foot. Most of them are still where they began. Now the problem is ours let us begin right and work for ourselves. JEAN WHITING '36 CONEY ISLAND ONE August morning I awoke with a wonderful glad-to-be-alive feeling inside. My dad and I were spending two whole weeks with my aunt and uncle in New York City. It was a glorious, sun- ny day, and that night I was going to a place I'd always heard of and wanted to see, Coney Island. Why shouldn't I feel happy? For a five-cent fare the subway took us for what seemed to me an amazingly great distance. As we left the subway and walked down a midway on the Island, I felt as if I were in a fairy land come true. Hundreds of lights flashed and sparkled and twinkled all around us. The sound of harsh, nasal voices filled th-e air with invitations to walk right up and see the only living two-headed woman and to step right up and witness the greatest acrobatic show on earth. Dad and I began by purchasing a strip of tickets for the first amusement park we came to. We rode on ferris wheels, whips, magic carpets, wobbling barrels, and roller coasters. One thing that I shall never forget is our ride on what was called the Horses At the top of a flight of stairs were several horses similar to those on merry-go-rounds. Each horse was attached to a single track which went down a steep grade at first, and then up a hill on tracks like those of a roller coaster. The ride was more thrilling than a roller coaster, for we had to sit on the horse's back with nothing to hold on to except the reins. After we once got started, everyone wrapped his arms around the horse's neck because this gave him a much safer feeling. After the ride was over, we foundcthat the only way by which we could get outside into the main park again was by going through a door be- side which a clown was standing and grinning at us. On 'crossing the' thres- hold, Iwfound myself on a large stage, and staring up at me was an audience 38 THE PILGRIM of at least three hundred people! I gazed at them, spellbound for a min- ute, and then hurried toward the door leading off the stage. In the middle of the stage a gust of wind blew my skirt up suddenly, and when I quickly bent over to hold it down, my hat blew off. As soon as I reached for my hat, up went my skirt again. Finally I let my hat blow away and rushed off the stage amidst th-e laughter of the audience. After that, Dad and I went down and became part of the audience. It was extremely amusing to watch others go through the same process I had. When I was back in bed late that night, I thought over everything that we had done and decided that, if any home were in New York, I would make it a point to visit Coney Island every single week. MURIEL PRIESTLEY '38 FLOOD SPRINGFIELD was one of the cities unfortunate enough to have been inundated by the recent floods. It was my good fortune to have been able to see the destruction in this catastrophe. When we first entered the city, we found ourselves in a serious position. We had come two hundred miles for the sole purpose of seeing the flood and then only to find we could not enter the city through the lines of militia. Our luck was with us, though, as it had been all day. We thumbed a ride on a bread truck going into Springfield. It was carrying an emergency load of bread for the refugees so it was allowed to pass. The driver sympathized with us and hid us in the back with the load. Almost suffocated by the odor of the bread, we were left within the city limits. The city was in complete dark- ness in the flood area, and the only means of getting about was by flash- light or automobile lights. In the dark- ness we almost walked into the water which was flooding the lower streets. Tired and sleepy, we sat on a doorstep and listened to the conversation of the people who had been driven from their homes. Every so often we would hear a child ask for water, but the mother would refuse because of the lack of un- contaminated water in that district. As we rested, up to the curbing floated a boat from which naval reserve officers disembarked and told us to move on. We moved up the block and were about to rest again when a military patrol came to the street and told us' to keep moving. In despair we decided to see the sights. In the business district gasoline trucks, pumps, and other pieces of ma- chinery were being used to pump the water from the department store cellars and apartment buildings. The res- taurants that could do business were us- ing candles and gas light. All around were groups of people talking of the damage to their homes. In spite of the flood, though, everyone was cheerful and few grumbled at their bad fortune. The Red Cross had in its service private cars which were carrying sick refugees to the base. The organization was doing a splendid job of caring for the homeless people. It had received a grant of land and a large mansion from the will of an old man who had died re- cently. Here an electric light system had been installed and people were being cared for night and day. At the time we decided we needed some sleep and planned a campaign to get bed and lodging. We found readily enough that none was to be had. Re- membering a cemetery which we had passed, we determined that, as a last resort, we would spend the rest of the night there. We used the last resort. At about three o'clock in the morning we found it necessary to leave the vi- cinity of our friendly haven to reach drier territory because of the fine rain that had started to fall. We passed out through the cemetery gate and into the arms of officers in a patrol car. We were soon challenged and were asked our names, ages, homes, and reasons for be- ing there. Satisfying their curiosity, we were told to go to the Red Cross base and get a cup of coffee. We informed them haughtily that we had money, but asked if they would be so kind as to give us a pass through the lines in order that we might take photographs. They were pleasant enough about it and soon we were on our way in the direction of the friendly lights of a hot-dog stand. We managed to consume an hour over two cups of coffee and hamburgers. Upon our departure we managed to spend the remaining hours before day- light answering the questions of patrol. ofiicers and flashing our pass. Morn- ing broke cold and bleak and dashed our hoped of ever getting pictures. But with determination we entered the area and, to our amazement, found wooden street blocks floating on the surface of the water, dories and motorboats drawn up in the streets, garbage and refuse THE PILGRIM 39 on the sidewalks, and all manner of household goods iioating about on the surface. Sodden people stood discon- solate, looking to see whether their houses were floating as yet. One man shoved of in a canoe and paddled out to his home. Unlocking the door, he drifted inside to the stairs and went up to inspect the interior. Exhibiting hu,- mor, he went over to the radiator and felt of it. Hmm, he said, I wonder what's wrong with the furnace. The radiators are stone cold. Leaving that street, we went to an- other and found the rain slowly wash- ing away the blood of two young men who had been shot that night for loot- ing. A small group of people had gath- ered. What had once been streets was only water, marked by No Parking signs and trees. Climbing a hill, we could over- look the whole area. It was three miles across to the other side, and innumer- able houses, garages, trees, and debris iioated along off to one side of the Con- necticut River. The real position of the river could be defined by the humping up of one section of the area about two feet above the rest. Tops of trees looked like bushes sticking out of the water. We could see no bridges, but we learned that, shortly after we left the place, a great covered bridge, the last crossing of the river at the section, had floated placidly by. The night we arrived the water had fallen two feet, but now the increasing rain had caused it to rise again and, before we left, it had gained all it had lost. Also, because of the increase in looting, the ,guard was increased and it became more difiicult than ever to get about under the eyes of the sleepy, surly guardsmen and marines. Disgusted at our inability to take pic- tures of the amazing work of nature, we decided to leave the city. Feeling sympathetic with the sufferers and heartsore at the loss of such valuable property, we slowly tramped out of the city and started to thumb for home. Many were the strange scenes that we witnessed. In many places there were signs indicating that milk and bread had just arrived and were ready to be sold. Flood sufferers were Walk- ing about in clothes sometimes too large for them and as often too small. There were youthful National Guardsmen ap- proaching large groups of men and, with chest out and chin high, holding a riiie and saying, Move along, you guys. You're not supposed to stand in one place. According to the sages it was the worst iiood in sixty years, so we don't believe we did much wrong in using two days of our valuable CU time to see something that might not happen again in sixty years. But we were glad to leave that pain-- ridden city because we did not get dry again until we reached the friendly city of Boston. It's good to have a dry, warm home. GEORGE N1oKERsoN '36 SPRING IN ENGLAND ENGLAND in the spring! The fra- grant odor of beautiful primroses and bluebells mingled with the fresh woodland scent. A cloudless, blue sky smiled gaily down on one of nature's perfect days. Seeming actually to be smiling with the day, deer peeped from behind the trees that lined the drive- way. The trees with their newly- awakening buds fluttered gently in the slight breeze, and rabbits scampered across the drive. This was the scene we saw as we mo- tored up the winding, tree-arched road- day which led to the manor. As we turned a corner, the sun fell, gleaming, on a typical English house. High tur- rets rose from behind low ells and hid- den nooks. The massive stateliness was somewhat overshadowed by a ccrtain homelike quality. Stretching to the sides were spacious lawns, with laughing, talking people sitting at ease on the lounging chairs or flung carelessly on the grass. While we stood watching this pleas- ant scene, a tall, fair-haired man de- tached himself from a group of people and came forward with outstretched hands. He was pure Anglo-Saxon, flaxen-haired, blue-eyed: the perfect English squire. Alert, courteous, and generous, he made us feel as if every- thing he had were ours, and yet we knew that he was not easily fooled. Entering the house, we saw a wide hallway with portraits lining its dark walls, portraits of ancestors to be proud of-and otherwise. The rooms were all lofty and high-ceilinged. But they all looked comfortable and slightly shabby, as if they had been lived in, and were not just to be looked at. This was the perfect setting for a perfect week-end. MARION TREGLOWN '39 40 THE PILGRIM ,LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIllIIIIIJIIIIIIIIIIIIKIIIIIIIlllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllII!llIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIllIllIIIIIIllIIIIIIlIIllIIllIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIll!IIIIllllIIIIllIIIIIllIIIIllllllIIIIIIIllKIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE E Freshman Faneies 2 - E E lllllIIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllIlllllllIlIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllwlllllIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllIIIIfIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIII E THE HOUSE OF MEMORIES It was an old and rambling home, A place where spiders loved to roam, The cobwebs spread like fairy veils, And se-emed to hold mysterious tales. To look at it, one would not know That people dwelt here long ago: Young boys and girls who played and sang While walls and rafters loudly rang. The ladies, graceful, shy, and fair, Were dressed with elegance and care, With lovely hair piled row on row, And pretty curls that set below. There's nothing left but memories now, So, rambling house, just take your bow, And thankful be that you possess Memories gay and old and blessed. HARRIET LONGHI '39 E FIRST LOVE He walks around, head in the air, While dreaming of a lady fair: Her golden curls in a huge pink bow Dance ,fore his eyes in a bright halo: Her sparkling eyes are like twinkling stars, For indhis dreamy state nothing mars Her beauty, though she's only three. And he with springing steps so free Struts to the village candy store To buy some sweets to leave at her door, He never loved a playmate more, - Though she is three, and he is four. ANNE BEAMAN '39 5 FIESTA Red skirts swirling, Gay scarfs twirling, Dusky shapes whirling To the strum of guitars. Voices singing, Lanterns swinging, Castanets ringing 'Neath the twinkling stars. Soft breeze blowing, Moonlight flowing, Bright torches glowing Through the old willow trees. Lovers romancing, Dark eyes glancing, Graceful forms dancing By the glistening seas. SONG OF THE SEASONS On winte-r days The snow is white, The sky is dark, The cold winds bite. On a spring day The Sky is blue, The ground is wet, Buds burst anew. 'Neath summer skies ' The grass is green, And the gay brooks Clear mirrors seem. The leaves are brown, The sky is gray, The winds blow free On an autumn day. BURTON A. BURGESS '39 THE FAIRIES' AEROPLANES The fairies, too, have aeroplanes To carry them about, That soar and swoop and dart and dip, And circle in and out. The fairies' aeroplanes are safe And never can capsize: How beautiful they aretand gay, - Because they're butterflies! By LAURA MACLEAN NIGHT Silver moon shining bright, Jet black sky no clouds in sight, Warm, soft wind comes drifting by, Shining stars that prick the sky, Deep quiet as soft as snow, All asleep in the world below, Hooting owl - her search for prey, Scurrying feet haste from her way! BETTY COLEMAN '39 E CONSTANCE KELLEN 39 ilIIIllIIIIIIIIllIIIIllIIIIII1IIIIIIIIIIllIllIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIlIIIIIIlllllIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIITIIIlllllIIIlllllIIIIIIIIIlllllIIIIIIIIllllIIIIIIIlllIllllIIllIIIIlllllllllIIIIlllIlIIllllllllllllllIllllllllliln' THE PILGRIM 41 THE IRONY OF FATE R. STAMWYCK, a bachelor in the middle thirties, loved the solitude of country life. Immigrating to America in 1837, he built'himself a small farm in the fertile valley of the Pemigewasset River in New Hampshire. Stamwyck was a short, plump man boasting a jolly, red face, bushy, walnut hair and mustache, and a pair of rough, brown, toil-hardened hands. He wore a bat- tered, old, straw hat, faded blue shirt and overalls, and a pair of sturdy shoes. His habits being few and simple, he led an easy contented life, living on what he raised and having very little com- munication with the outside world. The only thing that broke the tran- quillity of Mr. Stamwyck's happy life was the unreasoning fear that he had of all snakes, however small or harm- less they might be. One evening he was awakened by a low, distant, rumbling sound. Sitting up in bed, he gazed around, but being still dazed by the effects of a few hours sleep, he thought the noise was thunder, rolled over upon his other side, and promptly went to sleep. Again he awoke, but this time with a start, to find that his house was shak- ing and that the rumbling sound had increased in volume to an ominous roar. Placing an old bathrobe over his shoul- ders and sliding his bare feet into a pair of worn slippers, he sauntered over to a window which overlooked the river. He stopped short, gasped in amazement, took two steps backwards, closed his eyes, looked again, and then shook him- self to make sure he was not dreaming. It was true! The waters of the river had overflowed its banks, and the once peaceful Pemigewasset had been trans- formed into a raging, roaring demon which was at this moment rapidly approaching his front doorstep. Ex- cited and bewildered, he dressed, raced out into the night to his barns, freed his stock and poultry, then raced back again into the house. The rising flood waters had by this time almost reached the top of the kitchen stove. Therefore he was forced upstairs. In his excitement Stamwyck Continued on Page 43 THE MODERN GIRL I With apologies to John Greenleaf Whittierj Fie upon thee modern girl, With thy permanented curl, Flapping trousers, mannish shirts, iGir1s today care not for skirts.J With thy red lips, reddened more From thy lipstick's ruddy store: Two thin lines upon thy face Of each eyebrow show a trace. Princess, thou dost have thy way - No one ever says thee nay. Oh, for girls of olden days With their sweet and gentle ways! Love for parents, home, and schools, Never thought of breaking rules. Girlish faces, sweet and fair, Modest clothes and natural hair. Modest manners, nothing wise, Gentle tones and downcast eyes. Olden girls all hearts have won, Fie upon thee, modern one. MARGERY CROF1' HILL FEVER I must go up to my hill again, Where the fleecy clouds roll by 5 And all I ask is a strong wind, To blow my kite on high. '36 And Patch, my dog, with his wet, red tongue And his comical, speckled face Will climb with me to the hill-top And gaze with me into space. This dog of mine, which is spotted brown, Will with me lie content: For here our troubles all vanish soon, And joys are not soon spent. I love the hills, which are rich and green, And the blue sky iiecked with white, I love my dog-that is ever true, As o'er me sails my kite. CAROL HANDY AN IMPENDING BATTLE The ship glides forward Unhesitatingly, Straight toward the foe. The captain many times Has met this enemy-and Wong Yet, on the bridge, His brow is anxious. Toward the ship it comes, With cold indifference. Dauntless, the damp, white fold Enshoud the ship- The Battle is on! The ship has everything to lose, The fog-nothing. BURN!-IAM YoU s NG '36 THE PILGRIM 'L ' GIRLS' GLEE CLUB First Row: A. Dutton, I. Albertini, A. Riley, E. Lee, R. Wood, A. Dries, B. Boudrot. Second Row: M. Tracey, J. Pearson, A. Martinelli, D. Ziegengeist, T. Cook, J. Broadbent. Third Row: B. Bernier, A. Leland, C. Handy, S. Clark, P. Roberts, E. Ryan. Fourth Row: Dr. Davis, H. Belcher, A. Lewis, R. Butts, M. Wright, R. Sherman. BOYS' GLEE CLUB First Row: C. Moores, V. Kirkey, W. Clarke, W. Cohen, R. Holmes, W. Moores Second Row: R. Cleveland, Dr. Davis, S. Addyman, E. Wright, D. Tubbs, W Tedeschi. k, THE PILGRIM 43 Continued from Page 41 rummaged here and there, picking up and then dropping articles which he might save. By this time the water was swiftly climbing the stairway. Seizing a sheet, he filled it with clothing and tried to tie its ends to- gether. But the flimsy material tore and its contents splashed into the ever- rising, swirling waters. The river had climbed to the second story windows. Finally and reluctantly abandoning his home, Stamwyck mounted a window- sill and dived out into the maddened Waters. Suddenly, while swimming, a cold, clammy sweat broke out on his forehead and a chill raced up and down his spinal column. The fear of snakes overtook him at this critical moment. He shuddered and cringed with every stroke as he imagined that he felt a cold, wet body .slipping through his thrashing legs. Frantically he headed for a hill, the top of which reached above the flood waters a little way ahead of him. Then it happened! There it was! A black, shiny, hideous snake with wicked, bobbing head darted toward him. Like a man who has become paralyzed, he became numb, his limbs ceased to func- tion, and he started to sink. Then the the poor man, realizing where he was, frantically struck out anew. Try as he could, he was not able to outdo that oncoming, deadly menace behind him, for it gradually came closer and closer. At last what self-control he possessed gave way. Madly he screeched, dived, and tried to dodge, but the sleek snake drew nearer to him. Stamwyck's eyes bulged and rolled in terror. The snake was now slipping over his legs and ap- proaching the back of his neck. This was more than he could endure. With fear paralyzing his limbs he ceased to swim. He gasped, the world turned black before his eyes, and then the thing he most feared happened. The snake touched his neck, slithered down the collar of his loose shirt, and he knew no more. Later he was found by a rescue party, dead. Before they coveredhim with a blanket, they pulled fromthe back of his neck a crooked, shiny stick, which bore a striking resemblance to a black snake. LEO ROBERGE' ' THE GOOD OLD DAYS WE often hear people wishing for the return of the good old days. An interesting document was brought to light during the celebration of the eightieth anniversary of the Carson, Prarie, Scott and Company store in Chicago. Someone in the organization had pre- served the rules for employees of its first store which read as follows: Store must be open from 6 A. M. to 9 P. M. the year round. Store must be swept, counters, base shelves and showcases dusted. Lamps trimmed, filled, and chimneys cleanedg pens madeg doors and windows openedg a pail of water, also a bucket of coal brought in before breakfast Cif there is time to do sol and attend to customers who call. Store must not be opened on the Sabbath unless necessary, and then only for a few minutes. . , The employee who is in the habit of smoking Spanish cigars, being shaved at the barber's, going to dances and other places of amusement, will surely give his employer reason to be sus- picious of his integrity and honesty. Each employee must not pay less than 2535 per year to the church and must attend Sunday School regularly. Men employees are given one eve- ning a week for courting, and two if they go to prayer meeting. A After fourteen hours of workin the store, the leisure time should be spent mostly in reading. . A Now who was it we heard sighing for the good old days ? . c ELEANOR BREWER '37 MARY Mary, 'Mother Mary, when Jesus was a boy, Did He ever beg you, tearfully, to mend a broken t fa oy. And in spite of all your warnings, did He not some-times forget And, pitying, bring home with Him some dirty little pet? ' And when He lingered at your knee, O Mary, did you tell Him stories of His people when the misty twi- light fell? And, tireless, by His sickbed, did you sit the night hours through, Afraid lest some Almighty Power would take o your Boy from you. And sometimes, Mary, did you feel a strange, disturbing loss, And suddenly look up to see the shadow of a cross? . c i ' MARY BODELL '37 44 THE PILGRIM 9 'lg FOHEIG ' V 3 'l lf, AN GILXGES N Q .2 .. Connaissex-vous Vos Pour Rire Camarades? UNE HIsTo1RE TRISTE Je vais vous decrire une arades qui est aussi dans de francais. Elle a les cheveux bruns. Elle est moyenne et un peu grosse. de nos cam- notre classe yeux et les d'une taille Souvent elle porte des robes vertes. Elle parle bien le francais, mais sa voix est' tres douce, comme nous remarquons dans toutes nos autres classes. Recemment elle a regu une licence pour conduire un auto, et quelques fois elle vient 21 l'ec'ole dans son auto. Elle chante bien, et l'annee passee elle a eu un r6le dans Voperette Pinafore. Maintenant je pense que je vous ai dit assez d'elle afin que vous puissiez deviner qui elle est. La connaissez- vous? T Qui est un des garcons les plus popu- laires de notre ecole superieure? Le garcon de qui nous parlons est un eleve de la quatrieme annee et il sortira de cette ecolel en juin. Il joue bien au football et aussi il est garde dans Fequippe de basketball. L'a,nnee passee il etait le tresorier de la classe de 1936. Il y a une chose en particulier par laquelle nous pouvons le reconnaitre. C'est son cure-dent qu'il a entre ses dents presque toujours. Aussi a-t-il danse notre cirque comme un petit garcon hollaindais. s Le, connaissez-vous? Ceci s'est passe dans une classe d'his- toine de la troisieme annee de l'ecole superieure. Le sujet du jour etait l'Italie -son commerce, ses gens, ses coutumes, et cetera. Il y avait beaucoup d'eleves dans la classe dont les parents etaient venus aux Etats-Unis de l'Italie. Ils parlaient des choses que leurs parents leur avai- ent dites de l'Italie. Un garcon anime qui parlait couram- ment a dit: Ma mere et mon pere travil- laient dur dans les champs de macaroni en Italie- Le professeur, tout surpris d'entendre ceci, l'a interrompu, et d'une maniere unn peu sarcastique a dit: Mais, mon ami, ou croyez-vous que le macaroni croisse? Le garcon, indigne, a repondu: Mais sur les macaroniers, bien entendu! - . ..i, Mme. Swift Cen discutant avec la classe l'histoire du V irginianj : Qu'est- ce que c'est qu'un barbecue? M. B.: C'est le p6le qu'on trouve pres du magasin d'un barbier. Cette annee le meme M. B--- dit en parlant a la classe de ses poules: Ce sont les facons dont on peut recon- naitre une poule qui pondra beaucoup d'oeufs. Il a une crete tres rouge, il a de grands os, bien formes, et il a .un oeil brillant. nj THE PILGRIM 45 LA BONNE PRONONCIATION Un jour, quand nous sommes entres dans la classe de francais, notre pro- fesseur, nous a demande d'ecrire une composition frangaise pour notre lecon. Elle a dit: -Je vous permett1'ai d'ecrire un journal pendant une semaine, mais si quelques-uns veulent, et s'ils peuvent le faire, je leur permettrai d'ecrire un poeme. Le jour qu'elle'a designe la classe lui a rendu leurs compositions, dans les- quelles il y avait quelques poemes. Le professeur les a corrigees et les a rendues aux eleves. Une nlle, qui avait ecrit un poeme, a remarque qu'elle a recu C minus. Elle etait tres etonnee, et elle a remarque que sur la papier etait ecrit at l'encre rouge-Ceci ne rime pas. - Mais, clit la tille, il rime, quand je le prononce. Il y a dans cette ecole un gargon qui n'est pas tres intelligent. Il demeure at North Plymouth, et presque chaque jour il tache d'avoir une promenade en voiture. L'autre jour un homme, qui avait le mot Pennsylvania sur ses licences de Voiture, lui a donne une promenade a North Plymouth. Le' gar- con a cause avec le bon homme et lui a demande d'ou il est venu? L'homme lui a dit: -Je viens de Philadelphia. -Et alors, pourquoi avez-vous des licences qui disent Pennsylvania? a repondu le gargon embrouille. Le professeur expliquait le temps des verbes. Il a tourne at un garcon et a demande: '-Quel est le temps passe du verbe marier? Le gargon a repondu tres vite: -Divorce! LA DERNIERE CLASSE UAND vous lisez le titre de cette com- position, je crois que vous penserez peut-etre at l'histoire, La Derniere Classe par Daudet. Cette histoire de Daudet est tres triste mais celle que je vous raconterai n'est pas triste. En parlant de la Derniere Classe, je veux dire notre classe qui sortira de cette ecole le dix-huit juin, mil neuf cent trente-six. Au Junior High School, l'ecole dans laquelle nous sommes entres avant d'entrer dans l'ecole superieure, nous etions la derniere classe d'avoir Mlle. Katherine O'Brien comme directrice. Elle etait aimee par toutes les classes qui l'ont connue. En mil neuf cent trente-deux cette grande dame s'est retiree du service publique. C'etait la meme annee que notre classe a quitte Junior High School. Nous sommes tres tiers d'avoir connu si bien Mlle. O,Brien et d'avoir ete sous sa direction. Il est possible que vous vous rappel- liez que notre classe a regu les derniers deplemes de Junior High School. Ces deplemes etaient presentes at la con- clusion de la piece La Vie de George Washington dans Memorial Hall. Voile deux annees bien passees! A l'ecole superieure, notre classe a fait tres bien dans ses etudes. Toutes les choses qu'elle a entreprises, telles que des danses, ont reussi. L'annee prochaine, les classe qui nous suivent, entreront dans la nouvelle ecole. Cela nous nous fera la derniere classe qui sortira de ce batiment, et aussi la plus grande parce qu'il y a plus de cent cinquante eleves. La vie de la classe de trente-six at l'ecole superieure a ete tres heureuse puisque les eleves ont coopere en tout. Ainsi n'est-il pas juste que notre classe soit appellee La Derniere Classef' par VINCENT BAIETTI '36 JANET'S ADVANCED STUDIES fTaken from Edgar Guestj Tempus erat she thought me very wise, Sed iam so far est she in school, She looks at me contristatis eyes As adoratio starts to cool. She's needing auxilium et vertit ad me Exspectat id upon the spot, Et ego coniiteor shamefacedly What French ego scivi, I've iam forgot. Nunc Caesaris cum eius Gallicis Wars Piget cam as olim he fretted me - 'Tis mirum what woes he vixit to cause, As et juvenes et veteres agree Mecum on the toro ea sedet Supra illos commentarios bent, Et ego sum baffled et admit I can't dicere nunc what Caesar meant. Aliquando the twinkles in her eyes I'm certus conditam laetitiam display As ego, qui olim have seemed so wise Meam totam ignorationem display. Her mater in her placido way Quoque ridet my plight a lot. She nictat Janet quando I say: Ego scivi id olim, sed I've forgot! ANNIE PAOLI '37 46 THE PILGRIM PILGRIM MATER HODIE Pilgrim Mater trans frigidos, inimicos fluctus tacite tuetur. For- tasse etiam de domu in Anglia relicta somnit. Fortasse miratur qui multi viatores, qui aestate circum eam fre- quentent, sint. Scintillans aqua supra eius caput in marmoream lacunam prope eius pedes decidit. Marmorea lacuna est plena aquae aestate et gratus conspectus lasso viatori est. Alta saepes eam circum- sistit, velutsi ab clamoso, propinquo itinere eam defendat. Marmoreurn sub- sellium lasso viatori quietem praebet, et humus circum matrem lapillis operitur. Hieme mater suis mentibus relinqui- tur sed aestas admirantes viatores, ut eius simplicitatem tueantur, fert. MARGARET DONOVAN '36 PLYMOUTHIUM SAXUM SAXUM, in quo Peregrinatores primum ambulaverunt, et quod Plymouthium clarum fecit, ad marginem aquae sub conopeum album, amplum quiescit. Id est canum saxum et numeros 1620 in eo insculptos habet. Amplam rimam per medium etiam habet. Antiquitus saxum in crepidine aquae stabat sed post numerum annorum ad Pilgrimum Atrium sublatum est et pro eo aedificio collocatum est. Postea ad portum relatum est. Aestate multi cives ut id saxum videant, veniunt. Multi, quod tam par- vum saxum vident, frustrantur. VIRGINIA WOOD '36 HYMNS ODI Adapted from Hymns of Hate by E. P. Adams Tamen velim to scourge with flails Puellas quae pingunt their finger nails, Sed laete would I murder those Quae pingunt suas decem unbeauteous toes. Ego hoc castigo the crook Qui borrows nor revertit my bookg Sed ad Gehennam eum I consign Qui dicit, t'Reverte illum book of mine. Amor, quam te fastidio when reviewing Singula quae you have been doing! Neque mihi dantem a chance to say Mordaces res I've done all day. Oh femina, in your hours of care, Cur non potes facere the roast beef rare? Et femina in our h r f n , y ou s of u , Cur non curas the bacon be well done? ETHEL Snwoivr '37 THE INFUENCE OF THE POET VIRGIL THE world to-day little realizes how much it Woes to the classic literature of the old Roman poets: Horace and Virgil. It is particularly interesting to note what sayings have been taken from- Virgil. Aside from sayings, his meter, the dactylic hexameter, was used by Long- fellow in his epic poem Evangeline Milton in his poem Paradise Lost used much the same descriptions and many of the incidents. Dryden, Tennyson, and Chaucer in their turn have all copied Virgil. Dante, when speaking of his Divine Comedy, freely admits that Virgil was his guide in picturing the underworld. During the second century, it was the custom to consult Virgil as an oracle in times of great stress. This Was done by opening the Aeneid to any part and considering the first line seen by the eye to be a prophecy. Such prophecies were known as the Sortes Virgilianae. No other early author has been con- sulted and quoted so much as Virgil. Sayings, some of them now considered proverbs, are constantly being found in the translation of the Aeneid. The pur- port of these vary from: Who can deceive a lover? to that motto of so many high school classes, They are able who seem to be able. From his pen come also these sayings: All's fair in love and War. Woman- always tickle, and Fear betrays Weak minds. Another, less common, is connected with the Trojan horse: Don't believe in the horse. I fear the Greeks even bearing gifts. And lastly, many puns have been based on that famous first line of the Aeneid: Arma Virumque cane, such as, I cry for arms and a man rather than I sing of war and a hero. ELIZABETH BELCHER '36 Auntie-Do you ever play with bad little boys? Willy-Yes, auntie. Auntie-Why, Willy! Why don't you play With good little boys? Willy-Their mothers Won't let me. -American Boy THE PILGRIM 47 WE COULDN'T COLLECT A PRICE FOR OUR SILENCE - SO WE SPEAK! PERSONALS I What's the attraction in the Class of '34, Janet, Lucy, Barbara? Why does C. G. rate the last dance on the program, Thelma? It seems that Stevadores Susie, and Susadores Steve. Gildo, has Ella overcome your bash- fulness? Alba has a to be or not to be : Eddie or Bobby. We hope Helen will find Germany worthwhile. Now, Edna, Pop doesn't like to wait. And we thought Dot P. was bashful, mee-o-my! Very sorry that the fighting in the Alumni Game just spoiled your evening, Priscilla. OBSERVATIONS : Dot Roger's escort on a dark Friday niglit. CWe can see Steve still blush- mg. Stoo bad Gumma doesn't graduate, eh, Kay? You ought to know Alvin by now, Babe, especially after cooking him a dinner. Dot V. Cthese Dotsl-lt's tough to make Bob walk to Braunecker's Farm. How's about a compromise? Can Pauline tame Tony? CThe Duchess couldn't.J Steggy appeals to us too, Warren. Watch out for the Coast Guards, Eddie. Pouvez-vous parler le francais main- tenant, George? Tough to lose Madelaine, Willy. When in doubt consult Webster, fMooresJ. The birds go south, but not Proffetti. Why don't you speak for yourself, Luigi? Hully, why does Janet come to school so early? The only thing missing, Cap, is the li- cense. Alvin, make up your mind-Summer Street or Crescent Streeti Do you think you can manage her, Coke? You must have it bad to steal his pic- ture, Connie. Jelly, we're surprised, falling asleep between two girls on a 129 mile auto trip! Are we good? We've even the edi- tor-in-chief worried. By the way, what was the reason for coloring in February 19th? fAsk B. M. CJ Tootsie, we wanna know, what hap- pened behind Weymouth High School on the night of January 14th? The seniors ought to have a meeting every week. Every time the treasurer's report is read, we make fifty dollars. There's a basketball player we used to call Hearts and Flowers, but we like Flutter better. We noticed during the coasting sea- son that teachers enjoy this sport also. By LUIGI Xt VINCENZO The Iwlsh G-Men SAND DUNE GRASS The grasses that grow on the sand of the dunes Deiiantly standing are hardy as knaves, Heads bowing low they whistle weird tunes In the face of the wind and the spray of the waves. The grasses are strong till the fog chills the night, For in his gray face what is bravery worth? They struggle and quail before his might, Then in utter subjection they bend to the earth. GEORGE W. Woon '36 CONTENTMENT The sea slipped up to the sand and said, O sand, how quiet you lie! You are baked by the sun the whole day through, While only the wind sweeps by. Now I am in motion from dawn 'til dusk, And the iish in my green halls playg And mermen and maidens with tresses of gold Sing while I echo their laughter gay. The sand smiled serenely, and said to the sea, O sea, you're entirely wrongg Though here I must lie in the warm sun- shine Without even an echo of song, I watch the ships with their shimmering sails And the gulls with their downy breastsg All the night long by the moon's silver light I can lie here and dream and rest: While you must be rushing from shore to shore, I'm sheltered and shaded by Godls own treesg The children play here to their heart's contentg I'd rather be sand than a thousand seas! P. Rosmrs '36 48 THE PILGRIM K - . up ... Q , ' Wd V7 K' H45-fl' 'A M PI' it --. ,, ,r .,.. ,,, ,. , , -bg- -'-4 ,1 N --1-' fl:-. , fra - .lk ,Ni M... -.- w--?-t HOLD THAT LINE! IN early September a large, enthusi- astic squad of football candidates greeted. the new coaches, Mr. Henry Knowlton, a graduate of Springfield College, and Mr. Mario Romano, a graduate of Boston College. After a few weeks of preliminary training, the team opened its season with a victory over Kingston. However, the team did not make a very impressive record, for it woni only two games, tied one, and lost six, but the majority of the defeats were due to the failure to convert the points after touchdowns. Two games were lost by one point and two others by two points. The Weymouth game was lost on the field, but was later won on a forfeit as one of Weymouth's players was over the age limit. But we are counting this game as a loss - not a win. The high- lights of the season were the Rockland and Whitman games. In the Rockland game, played at Rockland, the team's most sensational play was made. Tony Jumbo Govoni, star backield man, received a punt, wove back and forth through the entire Rockland team, and with a touchdown in sight, stumbled exhausted. Then at the last moment he heaved a lateral pass to a team-mate who ran unmolest- ed for a touchdown. This year Whitman had an unde- feated season, but its record was smirched by a tie game with Plymouth. Whitman came to Plymouth an over- whelming favorite, but the home town lads, undaunted by their opponents' impressive record, played sensational football to score first and add the extra point after the touchdown to go into the lead seven to nothing. Whitman fought back grimly and, with only seconds of the first half remaining, scored a touchdown on a fluke pass which was partially blocked, then added the extra point to tie the score. The game finally ended in a seven to seven tie. I . , The season ended at Weymouth and after the game Louis Poluzzi, who had acted as captain in some of the games, - ,X J . ..1. was elected honorary captain of the season just completed. After the football togs were put away, the team was tendered a ban- quet held at the Church of the Pilgrim- age. The dinner was served by high school girls under the supervision of Miss McNerny. Speeches were delivered by Mr. Knowlton, Mr. Romano, Mr. Handy, Mr. Shipman, Mr. Bagnall, and Mr. Haskell. The captain, Louis Poluz- zi, on behalf of the team, then presented Mr. Knowlton and Mr. Romano with small gold footballs, whereupon Telio Giammarco was unanimously elected football captain of 1936. - The prospects for next year are fairly bright, for the following boys are returning: Captain Telio Giam- marco, Red Reggini, Ed. Wright, Bev. James, Carbone, Barbieri, Tassanari, Leonardi, Allen, G. Fratus, Montimaggi, and probably Jumbo Govoni. There are also many promising prospects from the freshmen ranks. FOOTBALL FIFTY YEARS AGO FOOTBALL originated in a rather un- usual way at Plymouth High School about fifty years ago. One student ob- tained a book of rules and, after reading it, the other fellows decided to organize a team. With this rule book as a coach, the boys all contributed a little money, bought a ball, and began to practice on L-incoln Street Field. The equipment was very different from .that used to-day, for the players had no padded uniforms to protect them. A duck-skin suit was a very popular article of equipment. This suit was made of oil skin which was very slippery, therefore it was very difficult for the opponents to tackle the ball- carrier. Only one player had cleats on his shoes, the rest used any shoes they owned. -Although the equipment afford- ed little protection to the players, there were few injuriesl- 'The school bought no equipment for the team, 'nor did it aid it in- any way. ' -P ' A Thee team played' 'such' 'schools as Powder Point, Kingston, and Bridge- Continued on Page 50 THE PILGRIM BASKETBALL SQUAD First Row: B. James, M. Garuti, L. Poluzzi, A. Whiting, H. Raymond, R. Proffetti, T. Giammarco. Second Row.' B. Petit, M. Petit, H. Smith, L. Goodwin, G. Ferazzi, V. Baietti. Third Row.' Coach Ingraham, John Ryan, E. Leonardi, A. Medeiros, M. Reggini, Coach Knowlton. BOYS' BASEBALL TEAM First Row: A. Barbeiri, B. James, E. Green, E. Zavalcofsky, R. Proffetti, P. Secondo. H Second Row.' M. Reggini, M. Garuti, T. Govoni, T. Giammarco, G. Fe-razzi N. Carbone, M. Petit. Third Row.' Coach Ingraham, C. Johnson, J. Caton, H. Raymond, G. Courtney, L. Poluzzi, J. Cavicchi, J. Darsch, Coach Knowlton. 50 THE PILGRIM Continued from Page 48 water Normal. These games were con- sidered a long trip for the team as its means of transportation were limited. In those days the team traveled by horse and wagon, for the automobile had not been invented. The roads were made of gravel, and it took the team two or three hours to reach Powder Point. The home games were played at Goddards Field, which was situated on Holmes Terrace. No admission was charged to about two hundred specta- tors who attended the games. Often one of the players had to work on the day of the game and the team would scour the town looking for someone to play in his place. The field was uneven and not free from stones, which made the running hard and bruised the players consider- ably. Some of the players at that time were 'fCharlie Gooding, John Church- ill, Fred Goddard, Gippy Sander- son, and Skip,' Morton. The playing field was the same size as it is to-day and was marked oif in the same manner. The number of players used was also the same as to-day. The boys usually did not play the same position throughout the season. A popular play at the time was the so-called flying wedge. All of the team crowded around the ball-carrier and the opponents had much difficulty in tackling him. This play is not allowed to-day. For the most part power plays were used at the time with very little passing. The forward pass in the manner in which it is executed to-day was illegal at the time. The system of scoring also differed from that used to- day. A touchdown counted five pointsg point after, three, safety, twog and a field goal, three. Though the game diiers to-day from that of fifty years ago, the spirit of the players has remained. The players fifty years ago were pioneers 3 the players of to-day are carrying on, still loudly pro- claiming, Football, it's a great game! ALTON WHITING '36 HOOP CHATTER Plymouth High School basketball season, as interpreted by the record of wins and losses, was not successful, for the team is credited with seven vic- tories and eleven defeats. However, the record is not of itself a clear index to the quality of the team, for many of these games were lost in the final quarter after the team had held a lead until that stage of the game. The team was handled in a fine man- ner by Coaches Ingraham and Knowlton. They were, naturally, somewhat handi- capped by unfamiliarity with the ability of each player. The highlight of the season was the fine showing made by the team at the South Shore Tournament held at the Brockton Y. M. C. A. There they regis- tered an overwhelming victory over Stetson High of Randolph in the first round of play. In the second round the team faced the strong Oliver Ames High School of North Easton which had scored a victory over Plymouth during the regular playing season, and which was considered the favorite to win the tournament. After a hard- fought contest, Plymouth gained a 25 to 23 victory to enter the semi-finals. It was here the team met its Waterloo when it was defeated by Weymouth High 50 to 22. The players lost by graduation are Captain Alton Whiting, Harold Ray- mond, Mario Garuti, Louis Poluzzi, Robert Proffetti, and Lawrence Good- win. Those players returning are Ga- briel Ferazzi, Telio Giammarco, Nicholas Carbone, Howard Smith, Beverly James, Mario Reggini, and Ernest Leonardi. Since all the players returning estab- lished a fine record on the second team this season, they should be able to place Plymouth among the leaders next year. A. WHITING '36 Sports Editor Girls, Sports THROUGH THEIR GoAL ANOTHER successful reason for Plymouth High! Nine Victories! One Tie! Thanks to the excellent coach- ing of Mrs. Garvin, the girls' hockey team made this amazing record. Thirty- six points were scored by our girls with but eight scored against them. The highest score made by one girl, seven- teen goals, was attained by Janet Clark with the ready cooperation of the rest of the team. The girls who contributed to this ex- ceptional record are: Captain Betty Hall, left wingg Janet Clark, left in- sideg Margaret Donavan, center for- ward, Mary Brigida, right insideg Edna Nickerson, right wing, Alice Wood, left halfbackg Cynthia Drew, center half 5 Evelyn Schreiber, right halfbackg Lucy Mayo, right fullbackg Continued on Page 52 THE PILGRIM GIRLS' HOCKEY TEAM First Row: E. Shreiber, D. Hall, A. Hall, E. Nickerson, M. Brigida. Second Row: A. Wood, M. Donovan, J. Clark, C. Drew, L. Mayo, E. Vaughn. Third Row: A. Shreiber, E. Belcher, P. Johnson, K. Christie, P. Lovell, M. Lahey, M. Tracey. Fourth Row: Mrs. Garvin, C. Handy, M. Weild, J. Whitney, J. Hall, E. Lee, E. Payson, J. Pearson. GIRLS' BASKETBALL TEAM First Row: N. Caldera, J. Clark, A. Martinelli, A. Hall, C. Drew, L. Mayo. Second Row: P. Johnson, E. Shreiber, M. Donovan, K. Christie, P. Lovell, E. Vaughn, E. Nickerson. Third Row: L. Nicoli, A. Shreiber, M. Weild, E. Lee, D. Hall, J. Perrault, M. Lahey, L. Brewster, M. Tracey. Fourth Row: Mrs. Garvin, A. Wood, J. Whiting, E. Belcher, J. Hall, E. Payson, M. Brigida, R. Flagg. 52 THE PILGRIM Continued from Page 50 Elizabeth Vaughn, left fullback, and Daisy Hall, goalie. Our Victories! Ply. Opp. Oct. 2 Scituate 1 1 away 10 Hyannis 2 1 here 17 Marshfield 3 2 away 23 Kingston 3 0 here 25 Bourne 7 0 away 28 Tabor 5 2 here Nov. 8 Bourne 7 1 here 14 Marshfield 2 0 here 20 Kingston 6 1 away 30 Alumni 6 0 here More success! Plymouth's second team played three games, winning one, tying the other two! And there was a very tangible re- ward for this successful season! A banquet was served in Allerton Chapel, Church of the Pilgrimage, by high school girls under the supervision of Miss McNerny. The guests of honor were Mrs. Raymond, Miss Brown, and Mrs. Garvin. Miss Brown, the toast- mistress, introduced the speakers, Mary Brigida, Janet Clark, Betty Hall, Lucy Mayo, Marjorie Tracy, and Mrs. Gar- vin, who spoke briefiy on different phases of hockey. Later in the evening Mrs. Garvin initiated an indoor track meet which was fun for everyone. The prospects of another good hockey team next fall are excellent, and this year's team extends its best wishes to Mrs. Garvin for another successful season next year. GET THAT TAP! 'PHE girls also enjoyed a basketball season which warrants our praise. They played eight games and lost but one game, the first one, by the narrow margin of one basket. The seven vic- tories were by large scores. Their schedule was: Ply Opp. Jan. 15 Middleboro 14 16 here 29 Bridgewater 37 9 away Feb. 5 Rockland 30 9 here 8 Alumni 42 7 here 12 E. Bridgewater 42 5 here 18 Rockland 27 7 away 21 Bridgewater 27 11 here Mar. 12 Middleboro 30 18 away The girls who established this fine record were: Alba Martinelli, captain: Lucy Mayo, Janet Clark, as guards, and Betty Hall, Cynthia Drew, Phyllis Johnson, and Natalie Caldeira as for- wards. The secondteam won the distinction of turning every game into a victory - and there were seven of them. How- ever, they hadi to play hard to establish their record. These girls were: Evelyn Schreiber, captain, Elizabeth Vaughn, Margaret Donovan, as guards: Kath- erine Christie, Phyllis Lovell, and Phyllis Johnson as forwards. JANET CLARK '36 GRAND AWARDS FOR some years past, girls obtaining eight hundred points in sports over a period of three years were given a grand award. In 1933 three of these awards, silver loving cups suitably en- graved, were bestowed upon Bertha James, Dorothy Testoni, and Leah Al- berghini. Since that time a candidate has been required to earn one thousand points in order to receive the cup. In the Class of 1933 there is an exceptionally large number of girls who have attained this goal. At the Commencement Exercises five senior girls will be honored: Alice Ha l, Janet Clark, Lucy Mayo, Margaret Donovan, and Elizabeth Vaughan. To them we extend our congratulations. CONFESSIONS OF A G-MAN THE town clock was just striking one as I boarded the U. S. S. Shipman. Lang, Lang . . . it must be two o'clock. But one or two, it didn't bother me. I was leaving my birthplace, my native land, for a distant isle on which the sun Smileys all day. I immediately went below and made haste to Locklin my cabin and Coombe my hair. I was about to retire when there was a knock. I went to the door Anolreiu' my gun, but no one was there. Dirty work below decks! The next day we were shipwrecked on Hamplweefs. Did that bother me? Not in the least. I just made a Rafter and Pyled a Bag mall! of food on it, and started for shore. Once on terra firma again, I got into my Wl'ber's Knight and drove off to headquarters. On the way public enemy No. 101, a Brown boy, tried to Kelly me. I managed to escape, but one of his bullets must have punctured the tires. I got out and Jacques up my car but I Keneyiclos it. I didn't Carey so I started to walk. On the way I met a man with a Packard. He gave me a ride the rest of the way. The secret of my success: However far you may Jatmt Ksonj, thereis no place like home. THE PILGRIM GIRLS' TRACK TEAM First Row: Janet Clark, Alice Hall, Edna Nickerson. Second Row: Cynthia Drew, Elizabeth Vaughn, Marion Morey, Phyllis Johnson. GIRLS' BASEBALL TEAM First Row: P. Lovell, E. Nickerson, J. Clark, A. Hall, C. Drew, L. Mayo. Second Row: P. Johnson, E. Schreiber, M. Donovan, K. Christie, E. Vaughn, M. Lahey, M. Tracey. Third Row: M. Weild, A. Schreiber, J . Perrault, C. Handy, E. Lee, J. Hall, D Hall, M. Brigida, Mrs. Garvin, 54 THE PILGRIM ANNUAL SCRAPBOOK I ET'S take time out to see what some 1 of the former members of P. H. S. are doing. Helen Brewer, our former all-round athlete, is in Vermont attending Mid- dlebury College. During the past winter, we envied Babe James in the sunny south. He has been outstanding in basketball dur- ing the past year at Florida A. Sz M. College. This year finds Warren Strong at Annapolis, and Robert Martin, after at- tending M. I. T. for a year, is now at West Point. Lucky boys! Do uniforms become them! Out in New York state Jim Clark is taking life easy at Colgate. Jim is a member of the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity. Nearer home, we find Katherine La- hey and Albert Albertini conquering their difficulties at Bridgewater State Teachers' College. Lucy Holmes, our capable editor-in- chief of '35, is ranking high scholastic- ally at Boston University. She won a scholarship upon completion of her first semester. Barbara Mellor, following in the wake of her sisters, is firmly ensconced at Wellesley College. Marjorie Cantoni and Ann Mabbett are both continuing their secretarial studies, but not together. You may find Marjorie very much interested in her work at Simmons College, while Ann is laboring at the Katherine Gibbs school. Charles Cooper, '35's ablest essayist, is preparing himself for a business career at Burdett. Going back to the days when we were sophs or even freshmen, and these peo- ple were upperclassmen, we find that Gilbert Andrews and Carlo Guidaboni are continuing their good work at Tufts. We learn that Kenneth Gray and Lawrence Bongiovanni are again class- mates at the Boston University School of Education. The same relationship exists between Bill MacPhail and Harvey Barke who are attending Massa- chusetts State. ' William Brewster is finding his stud- ies not too easy at M. I. T. Francis Lavache, among the Plym- outh delegation at Northeastern, has been on the Dean's list twice this year. Josephine Montanari, '34's talented pianist, is furthering her musical edu- cation at the Boston University School of Music. Leroy Schreiber, who attended Moses Brown last year, is distinguishing him- self at Harvard. Howard Corey and August Gomes are learning the fine art of farming at the Stockbridge School of Agriculture. Harry Burns, enrolled at North- western College, recently received a scholarship and was also accepted into the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity. ELIZABETH RYAN '36 A TRIBUTE TO encourage good citizenship among young people, the Massachusetts Chapter of the Daughters of the Ameri- can Revolution sponsored a contest. Its purpose was to make people of all ages ponder the nature and value of a good citizen. The plan was to have each school in Massachusetts select a girl whom they considered its best citizen. When each school had made its choice, the names were put into a large box and one was selected. This lucky girl Was to have a free trip to Washington, D. C., in April, actually to see how the government of the United States func- tions. On further consideration, the organization decided that the contest should be limited to senior girls because a senior could, in all probability, appre- ciate the trip more than a younger girl. The President of the Massachusetts Division of the Daughters of the Amer- ican Revolution is Mrs. Frank Nason, a former resident of Plymouth. She, nat- urally, would have liked to see Plym- outh's contestant win, but the drawing of the name was, of course, a matter of chance. So it was, that on the morning of March 4, the Seniors of Plymouth High School chose, almost unanimously, Alba Martinelli as their best citizen. And now, having chosen, we begin to ask ourselves, What is a good citizen ? Our method may not bear the test of lbgic, but the question may best be answered by offering to you in writing a picture of the choice of the Class of 1936. For instance, who is the one among us whose thoughts are for her school 'Z Who accepts the chairmanship of many of our committees-to whom do we look to take on the hard jobs? Who is always glad to lend a helping hand to some difficult task? Why, our best citizen! Do we ever stop to think that she might THE PILGRIM 55 be willing to let someone else accept re- sponsibility, that perhaps she already has enough to do? No! We just urge her to do more for usg and we get results, the best. How can she find time for her stud- ies? we wonder in our more sober moments. We confess that We do not know, but she does find the time, for, in spite of her leadership and service to her class and school, she is able to maintain excellent gradesg in fact, the highest in her class. She is a fine worker because she is a willing one. She has set an example to be followed by every member of Plymouth Iligh School. She has a record to be proud of, and we are proud of her. We salute our best citizen, Alba Martinelli! LUCY MAYO '36 The Principalis Column CREATIVE EFFORT GGWHEN we want a thing, we make it-then it's ours. I found this statement in the prospectus of a summer camp for boys, underneath a photo- graph of the boys constructing an out- door stage. Later on I discovered that many other things which added to the equipment, convenience, and beauty of the camp had been made by the campers themselves. I think this is a most com- mendable procedure, for, after all is said and done, there is no doubt that the planning and creating of something tangible and worth producing brings abundant satisfaction. In these days when so much is done for us, it is, very easy to sit back and do nothing for our- selves. But such an attitude has its ob- vious limitations. There yet remains a great deal of creative work to be done in the world. Initiative, originality, and perseverance still command respect and recognition, and bring the finest sort of satisfaction to him who pos- sesses those virtues. Just a few days ago I saw a cartoon in a newspaper. It consisted cf two pic- tures. The one was that of a pioneer prospector, with his crude kit loaded on a horse making his way laboriously toward some distant mountains. The man was represented as saying, Thar's giold in them 'ere hills. The other was that of a young man looking toward the towering skyscrapers representing the business and financial district of a great city. The caption' was a para- phrase of the first inscription and read, in effect, There's opportunity in those edificesf' Just so. There is opportunity both in town and country. The frontiers, as such, have disappeared, but pioneers are needed in other fields. Omitting, for the moment, considerations of the materialistic accomplishments of our day and generation, I ask you, have we reached the ultimate in forming a more perfect union, establishing jus- tice, insuring domestic tranquility, promoting the general welfare, and securing the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity? Have we yet guaranteed life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness to all members of ou1' democratic society? My hope' is that the objectives of not only the founders of our government but also of those who in every age have envisioned our nation as it ought to be, will be ad- vanced in no slight degree. Just as our new building is being constructed brick by brick, and eventually will be completed as conceived in the architect's mind,-a nearly perfect Whole-, just so our democratic institutions and social structure will, in due time, reach a high state of attainment. Do you care enough about it to bring it to pass? WAYNE M. SHIPMAN IN MEMORIAM The untimely death of Ermes P. Manzotti has created among the students and alumni of Plymouth High School a sense of irreparable loss. We admired him for his loy- alty to his friends and to his school, his steadfastness of pur- pose, his determination to succeed. We honored him for his musical ability of which he gave most freely to provide pleasure for many. His work in Daniel Boonef, The Pirates of Penzance, and H, M. S. Pinafore will long be remembered by all who heard him sing, and the scholarship which he received from the New England Conservatory of Music was a fitting tribute to his talent. His passing leaves many of us who are proud to say, He was my friend. 56 THE PILGRIM S. A. S. EXECUTIVE BOARD AND COUNCIL First Row: A. Dutton, M. Tracey, D. Perkins, L. Mayo, D. Beytes, L. Brewster, J. Whiting, D. Pedersani. Second Row: M. Bodell, I. Albertini, B. Paty, V. Baietti, T. Ferioli, R. Lam- borghini, M. Fox, A. Martinelli. Third Row: A. Hall, M. Brigida, M. Weild, P. Sears, A. Tavernelli, L. Roberge. Fourth Row: F. Scheid, W. Bradford, J. Maccaferri, J. Tavernelli, W. Tedeschi, R. Sampson, W. Clark. Fifth Row: Mr. Shipman, Miss Judd, Mr. Packard, A. Galvani, L. Goodwin, S. Brewster, Mrs. Raymond, Miss Brown. THE letters S. A. S. stand for Student Activities Society and refer to the whole student body of Plymouth High School, for every student in school is automatically a member of S. A. S. According to its constitution, the Soci- ety's purpose is to encourage activities, both old and new, in Plymouth High School , in other words, since the for- mation of the Society, student activities have been promoted by the students themselves instead of being initiated by the faculty. Like the citizens of the country, the citizens of the school are too numerous to govern themselves di- rectly and must, of necessity, act through their representatives. Your Executive Board Cinitiating projectsl and your Student Council Cvoting on projects suggestedj act and speak for you. Do you know them, consult them, and give orders to them? You should! Since the Society was formed in the spring of 1934 its representatives have acted upon several important questions and promoted some very valuable ac- tivities, including the following: 1. The adoption of a standard school ring 2. The development of cheering at basketball games 3. Attempts at establishing more cordial student-faculty social re- lations 4. The compiling of a school hand- book 5. The beginning of a definite pro- gram of student participation in school assemblies 6. School cooperation in an annual all-school entertainment fthe cir- . cush 'A What does the future hold for S. A. S.?s Altdepends-onyou! , V - THE PILGRIM 57 -- 5-l,..lLnzJ --1 ,, un... xi itrtsx 2- I .51 5, It if ' K V 'Z N fu, 'illwll 7? 'sf' 0 ,' 1. ',. ' . c - -if - I .V A A ,I fffflnf ' , A-dw, A ,, A TT 5' , S36 'limb x tax-bf' fl Id fjffm Lf .' 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Student Assemblies: First of all for student talent fAnd this year it was most salient,J And the very gifted pupils, here's a cheer: ' H To them all we give our praises, Turn with us through memory's pages- We'll recall the best assemblies of the year. V Station W. P. H. S.-Your announcer is Ralph Lamborghini! O Twice came that checking-up time, That seniors-on-the-spot time When you wracked your brain to think of what you knew! Know your etiquetteand history, Your English and biology- 'Or the curious announcer will get you! A Sidewalk Controversy Orchids to Ethel, . Our Miss Fanny Brice, Whose very clever monologues - 'Brought laugh-tears to our eyes. An Original Composition by Our Sax Player There was Joe Correa's composing And he had us all supposing That we had another Gershwin in our S ranks: ' To Tedeschi's clever playing , Highest compliments we're paying, S i. And' to both .of them, we give our i 2 'hearty thanks. r We had the biggest star show Ever heard on radio, With Major Bowes and Portland And Penner, Pitts, and Garbo. Remember? But we can't do this sort of thing indefinitely, so we revert to prose. And now, surely you haven't forgot- ten the Christmas assembly presented by the Senior French classes. You recall that the scene wasflaid in a Provencal church on Christmas. eve. Lovely, hushed, with the white .candle flames flickering, the shepherd bringing his lamb to be blessed, the carol-singing, the peasants who entered with meas- ured tread-all were perfect to the last detail. T .i . r Micro-Projection: . Then, there was the day we all went buggy. O day of revelation! Seeing the little eels in vinegar and theother infinitesimal animals, revealed and explained so well by Dr. George Rom- mert of Munich, Germany, reminded us of the oldjingle: ' ' Iii' Little bugs have S1'I13.ll6I'f,b1JgSiff-- . Upon their backs to bite 'emz i And these same bugs have other bugs And so ad inhnitumf' ..'f. 1 Of course, you remember. Richard de Stephano, of the Junior High School, who played the piano so beautifully for us. His fingers ran ov-er the keys, and we sighed and thought, perhaps-+if only we had practised! t r a The very exclusive Freshman dance held in Memorial Hall was, as usual, a great success, with the Harmony Twelve furnishing the music. l And you must have enjoyed theicir- cus and vaudeville show whether you were a performer or a spectator ! l .- Do you recall the old-fashioned spell- ing bee. held by Room 26? 'Ipecac cer- tainly proved the sticker! l- 1 I - 58 THE PILGRIM We all enjoyed the amateur show won by the inimitable Ethel Shwom. 'Baba, do by arithbetic exepple fore be ? ' Re- member? As we come to the end of this col- umn, we realize that this is the last time under the white cupola, for next year we'll be in the new school. And that is an experience to which all un- derclassmen are looking forward. And so, goodbye until next Septem- ber. MARY BODELL '37 THE OLD MAN HE was an old man who lived by him- self on the outskirts of the town in a little tumbled-down shack that looked as if it would heave a sighiand crumble to the ground at the slightest provocation. He never ventured out except to buy something to eat, and he purchased in amounts that would hardly keep a cat alive. His long beard and hair were al- ways unkempt. He always wore the same baggy patched pants and the same shabby jacket that was so thin that one dared not touch it for fear it would fall apart. The same dilapidated hat was always pulled down over his eyes. When he had paid for his purchases with the few coins he kept in his pocket, he would shuffle back to his shack and lock him- self in. In the evening one could faintly discern a dim light sending its feeble rays through the broken blinds which were always locked tight. The small lawn was a carpet of leaves and weeds, and an old gnarled oak tree leaned over the house as if it were not able to stand up alone. A shed behind the shack had already crumbled. He always went to the village gen- eral store twice a week on the same days. At night promptly at seven the one light would be turned on, no matter how dark it was before the specified time. He had come to Oakville about twenty years ago and nobody knew any more about him then than they had when he first came. No one knew his name, but they all called him the Old Man. Some people had tried to find out about him and tried to start a conversation, but always he would turn his faded eyes on them with a blank expression on his face, mutter something unintelligible, and shamble away, leaving the person staring at him. Many thought him in- sane. On one of the days that he always came to the store, he didn't appear. The storekeeper, who thought it was queer, kept looking for him. That night his curiosity got the better of him and so about eight o'clock he and a few other townsmen went to the shack. The usual light was not burning. The shop- keeper was disturbed, thinking the old man might be ill. They smashed in the door. Cold, musty air met them. The shopkeeper shivered and drew his coat more closely about him. Someone struck a match and, finding the lamp, lit it. The room contained only a table on which was the lamp, a chair, and a tumble- down bed. There on the bed lay the old man, dead-dead from the cold and hunger. And no one ever knew who he was or where he came from. AUDREY DUTTON '37 ONE WITHERED ROSE I found a withered rose Press't tight in one old book, And I wondered why I chose To keep this souvenir. A year ago I put it there- The year has passed away- And now I quite despair To discover the reason why. Was it a dream, a hate, Some pain or hopeless love? Or was it guiding Fate That made me lay it there? The leaves are slowly crumbling, No need for mournful sigh, The rose is now but dust, And the Wind tosses it high. ALBA MARTINELLI '36 Now, be sure and write plain on those bottles, said the farmer to the druggist, which is for the horse and which is for me. I don't want anything to happen to that horse before the spring plowing. --Texas Ranger Mrs. Bargainhunt Cat jeweller'sJ- I just bought this ring at Cut Rate Joe's, across the street. How do you pronounce the name of the stone? Is it turkoise or turkwoise? Jeweller fafter inspecting stonel- The correct pronunciation, madam, is glass. -Michigan Christian Advocate THE PILGRIM 59 ' -L K' J. hi ? if - Y -,Q-,- up nw , gil: U EJ ,lang . l. - I . ill v . 1 I 1.. Q S g f' is zo W, Y vnlfmvnn - .... , -- I Mr. U. R. A. Reader I The colorful cover design of the U. S. A. I ' Sachem of Middleboro drew us like a Dear Sir: ' Aware of the fact that you are in search of the best of school magazines, we send an analysis of some of these. The Wampatack, Braintree, We find, is very well-arranged, and full of ina teresting cuts. Here is an excerpt il- lustrating its humor: A milliner endeavored to sell to a colored woman one of the last season's hats at a very moderate price. It was a large, White picture hat. Law, no, honey l exclaimed the woman. I could nevah weah that. I'd look jes' like a blueberry in a pan of milk! Another of our friends is the Gazette of Lynn. The first thing that we para ticularly noticed Cwe always beginffat the middlej was an idiosyncracy'1ap'- propriately called the Gasjette. The humor literally flooded us. Next is the Reel Cap of North Ate tleboro which includes a most original feature, The Gospel Truth. How- ever, this little paper lacks a variety of poetry and fiction. The Scoop, a newsy little paper from Wareham, is next on our list. The Snooper, we noticed, is right on his job. bee to honey. The only fault that we could find was a decided lack of illus- trative material. The Blue Owl, published by the stud- ents of the Attleboro High School, is stuffed full of interesting stories. When better stories are written, Blue Owl will write them. This time it is the Stetson Oracle of Randolph. And again we were con- fronted with something new, namely, Without a Pencil. It is composed of brain teasers which serve their pur- pose much too well. In the Abhis of Abington, we par- ticularly noticed two features written in play form: Abhis Episodes and 'fAn Intellectual Debate. However, we could find no jokes. I The Clipper of' Barnstable is next on our list. This is a newcomer, .although it seemed like a veteran to usQ Its car- toonist surely owns a clever pencil. Last of all, we submit the Eastorler of the Oliver Ames High School. Its joke page is full of original wit. Our eye was also attracted by a feature, The Job of an Editor. Respectfully yours, EXCHANGE EDITORS JO Pedestrian Ito boy leading a skinny mongrel puph-What kind of a dog is that, my boy? Boy-This is a police dog. Pedestrian-That doesni't look like a police dog. Boy-Nope, it's in the secret service. -Tips and Topics Misunderstood p Lady fin crowd! : Stop- pushing, can't you? ' Stout Man: I'm not pushing, I only sighed.-Movie News A KES Fatal ' Once a Scotchman didn't go to a ban- quet because he didn't know what the word gratis on the invitation meant. The next day he was found dead before an open dictionary.-Open Road Dear Doctor: My pet billy-goat is seriously ill from eating a complete leather-bound set of Shakespeare. What do you prescribe? ' ' Answer: Am sending the Literary Digest by return mail. THE PILGRIM Name Nickname Evelyn Arruda Geraldine Balboni Alice Banzi ,, - Marion Beauregard Elizabeth Belcher Betty Boudrot Constance Caldera Natalie Caldera. , Jesse Callahan ' Marjorie Ceccarelli Katherine Christie Janet Clark Sarah Clark - Mary Crescenza A Marjorie Croft Sarah Crowell A Margaret Donovan Eleanor Drew Florence Drew i Arlene Dries Dorothy Dunbar Thelma Ferioli Margaret Fox Louisa Gallerani Betty 'Gardner 'Thelma Garuti Alma Gilli , E Mary Goddard Dorothy Govoni Alice 'Hall Daisy -Hall Martha Hall Dorothy AI-lamblin V Rosamond Harlow 'Frances 'Harty ' Marion Henderson ' Ruth Huntley j Henriette Huriaux Wilma Hurle Louise Ide f Hilda Jesse , 7 ,Mildred Lapham Q p Addie Leland ' ' K' Ella' Lemius K ' Althea Lewis' Barbara MacDonald Alba ,Martinelli Lucy Mayo ' ' 'Jennie Mazzilli' Helene Michel Priscilla McCosh . Marian Morey Elsie Monti' A Barbara Neal Edna Nickerson ' Cynthia Oldham Doris Pederzani Dorothy Perkins Viola Petit V Ethel Pimental i Arlene Raymond 1 -A Ruth Raymond ' Eva Reggiani Elsie Rezendes ' 'Priscilla 'Roberts Dorothy Rogers' Gertrude Russell Elizabeth Ryan- Ellen Sampson - Katherine T. Sampson A ,Kathryn V. Sampson Elinor Sanderson l Evelyn Schreiber Evy Jedda , ..,, , Al Ducky E ,V..'. Lizzie i ' Bet Connie 1 f r Kid Cal ' Kelly CIL6.CE6L,,. E .., Kay' ' Lefty Blimp Spijfy . Marjie Red Margy Bunny Dudie l Goo-goo Dot ' Thel A ' f- Marcy Tiny K . Bet' Thel Al A May Dottie Betty Dizzy - Toot Dot Rossie ' 'Fritz Honey Pimp Harriet Willie -Micky ' Peaches Mim , Ad ' Ellie ' Duchess Barb Skippy Lou Jen Micky Prissie Irish Frenchy Barb Nicky Cyn Chee-nin-a Dot Vi Chicky Butterene- - ' Ruthie, Jerry EZ, .. Silly 3, 1 Dot Vg Gert ' Dib Sticky . . Kay . Kay 'V Elly'5-fn Pevelyn .i-.. . - Ambition have a sugar daddy know .her history grow up reducef50 pounds more or, less. iind the guy whoewrote this nickname aid-.people ' 7- find' something to laugh 'at H hayeefrieiids to treat meet Clark Gable be remembered live in Duxbury be a fixer-upper tell people about her old home town keep busy lead a band Wear a uniform complain about something ' ' ' get physically fit and stay '-that way be a farm maid dance with Fred Astaire V be as tall as Pauline dance with Deane and Carlo at the' same become famous be a nut own a red car in partnership shovel snow in June control her stubborness A be suCCE6sful , be a 'second Daddy-long-legs give a good speech ' ' make everyonelsjhair curl talk once in. class' and not get caught keep fooling 4 ' be a debutante travel meet the German Band A r ' I meet that fellow - 8 ft. ,416 in. have a secretary to read for her in class lead an orchestra ' sell cough drops have an amplinerto talk through be- a good screamer be heard be the Presidentssecretary be a ,queen - - be a dietitian be or not to be be around in 1955 ride on a fire engine go to. Germany . join Major Bowes' Amateurs be a champion broad-jumper own a yarn shop A live in a brick house make up her mind own a cutwork shop be everyone's friend have naturally curly hair learn toesay 'fHif' l be a model ' go to Harvard be a success at graduation be a fan dancer fool SOHIC ofthe people with her tricks be a nightingale extract teeth go skunk' -hunting . - talk in town meeting wiggle he-r ears be a friend shut doors quietly , ' own .a -banjo -factory keep those curls time THE PILGRIM Name Nickname Ambition Rose Sherman Gertrude Simmons Evelyn Strassel Mildred Strassel Ruth Valler Dorothy Vandini Elizabeth Vaughn Pauline Viau Jean Whiting Gertrude Wood Virginia Wood Mildred Wright Amy Young Douglass Armstrong William Bagnell Vincent Baietti Alexander Barbieri Charles Barengo Deane Beytes Warren Bradford Edward Brewster George Campbell Antonio Carvalho Philip Chandler Prentiss Childs Ward Clarke George Courtney Frederick Deacon James Devitt Robert Dunham Charles Fraser James Frazier Ellis Gilman Lawrence Goodwin Gildo Govoni Robert Hall Richard Harlow Donald Hughes John Kuhn Ralph Lamborghini Curtis Lowe Oliver Matinzi Webster Moores Frank Neal Edgar Nickerson George Nickerson Alexander Pearson Donald Peterson Peter Peterson Francis Phillips Francis Poirier Louis Poluzzi Robert Proffetty Harold Raymond Joseph Ryan Romeo Santerre George Scagliarini Peter Secondo Jacob Shwom Frank Silvia Antone Spalluzzi Alvin Tavares Anthony Tavernelli Daniel Tribou Douglas Tubbs Robert Volk Albert Walton Alton Whiting Frederick Wood George Wood Burnham Young Eli Zavalcofsky Red Gert Evvie Milly Babe Dot Betty Paul Butch Gert Jinny Milly Fritz Doug Bill Jelly Alec Charlie Bean Deany Braddy Eddie Bamp Cartso Tarzan Childs Red Skunk Deac Jimmy Bob Charlie Jimmy Gilly Brud Geldo Bobby Rujfneck Donnie CGIJIJZI Busty Shine Mat Melrose Red Nick Nick Alec Donnie Pete Brud Frannie Luigi Profet H ully Joe Pro Georgie Pete Jake Frankie Spaget Al Tony Danny Doug Sonny Al Cap Fred Woody Bunny Zav be the cop on the corner have a new beach wagon to drive be a guest at a filling station be natural be a hostess at a lunch counter be somebody's honey prove her point be Clark Gable's secretary know all the answers get married own a Handkerchie-f Shoppe shine doorknobs get notes for the rest of her life be head messenger forget he was an elephant own a bank for his dimes be everyone's milkman be a gentleman ifarmer?J with a future be a slave to women iinish making his car be a- one-man brain trust be a villain take things easy learn to drive be a Manomet Hill-Billy go back to the farm stay out of hospitals have an ambition make more money be Bigger and Better overcome his bashfulness Copen to suggestion? be an A-1 Skipper-of-classes be a good ride-thumber be a hermit know when the teachers looking own his own car wake up early be in circulation or Mr. X be without that guy, Hully own a soap box have a private shoe shine boy be a truant officer, heh, heh! manufacture red sweaters go to West Point be in all the hockey games be a parachute jumper be a speedy paper boy find a girl get out of high school help Braddy finish the car be a cooking teacher go to Holland do something surprising learn to dance Cassistance needed? tour Ethiopia on a bicycle be a good cook play for the Red Sox be a good wisecracker find a good listener be mayor of Chiltonville be another Rip Van Winkle go with Louis be with a nurse get his English done on time know this power he has over women be a menace to society be a graduate run a dancing school live in Plymouth be a lumberjack be a marathon runner be the head of all Western Union Stations THE PILGRIM FACULTY First Row: Mr. Shipman, Miss Carey, Miss Rafter, Miss Coombes, Miss Jacques, Miss Johnson, Miss Wilbur, Mr. Mongan. Second Row: Miss Locklin, Miss McNerney, Miss Brown, Miss Judd, Mrs. Ray- mond, Miss Humphrey, Miss Lang. Third Row: Miss Andrews, Miss Johnson, Miss Kenefick. Fourth Row: Mr. Ingraham, Mr. Pyle, Mr. Smiley, Mr. Bagnall, Mr. Packard, Mr. Romano. HONOR SOCIETY First Row.' Miss Carey, A. Dutton, E. Belcher, V. Baietti, J. Whiting, D. Beytes, D. Perkins, E. Ryan, P. McCosh, D. Pederzani. Second Row: M. Bodell, A. Martinelli, M. Weild, L. Mayo, K. Christie, P. Roberts, M. Fox. Third Row: M. Brigida, J. Clark, A. Paoli. Fourth Row: E. Vaughn, LeB. Briggs, L. Goodwin, J. Ryan, L. Brewster, T. Feriolar, P. Viau. THE PILGRIM 63 NEW ENGLAND CONSERVATORY OF MUSIC IN these past few uncertain years, the question of choosing the institution of higher learning which shall best enable the student to continue those lines of study in which, during his high school career, he has displayed most aptitude, h-as, more than ever before, become a question of very great moment. With the changing of conditions, students have been forced to consider practical conditions as well as higher education in its more cultural- aspects. For those of you who feel that your natural endowments peculiarly fit you to train yourselves in any one of the myriad branches of music, it is a neces- sity that you should enroll in a musical institution of proved standing-in the front ranks of which must be numbered the New England Conservatory of Music. In tune with the times. the student will find himself advised to deve'op his musical ability with today's two goals always in mind - music as an art. and music as a profession. It cannot be denied that in the past decade the young musician's prospects have brightened. While, as always, those who achieve fame as great per- formers remain a handful. the amazing growth of music in schools has opened many new ways for teachers, and has caused the New England Conservatory to enlarge its School Music Department. Marked increase of public interest in better music has placed young musicians in positions in which possibilities of success are greater. In addition to a complete curriculum of subiects both in applied and the- oretical music farranged in courses leading to diploma or degreesl the New England Conservatory of Music-by reason of a large and able faculty. and the extensive scope of its facilities- is able to offer students practical ex- perience they would be able to obtain in but few other institutions. The Con- servatory Orchestra, numbering eighty- five players, affords training in orches- tral routine and literature, weekly student recitals afford young perform- ers invaluable experience in performing before audiences, and the recent inau- guration of weekly broadcasts has fre- quently enlisted the services of advanced student performers. An exceptionally active Dramatic Department, and a di- vision of academic studies, supplement the Conservatory's musical resources. Many students, attending other schools in Boston, often continue musical work with private lessons at the Conserva- tory - either as a cultural avocation or with an eye to its future importance in their lives. Today, modern educators are agreed that as a contribution to happy, enjoy- able, creative living, nothing can quite take the place of music. L. M.-I hear that they are printing a lot of junk in THE PILGRIM this year? Dumb-Yah! Your picture appears on at least six different pages. Small Boy-What is college bred? Pop fwith a son at collegel-They make college bread, my boy, from the flour of youth and the dough of old age. -West Pointer First Stranger fat the partyl-Very dull, isn't it? Second-Yes, very. First-Let's go home. Second-I can't, I'm the host. Bredren, said the colored preacher, you have come to pray for rain. Bredren. de foundation of religion am faith. Whar is yoah faith? You comes to pray foh rain and not one of yo' brings his umbrella. Dolly was just home after her first day at school. Well, darling, asked her mother, what did they teach you? Not much, replied the child. I've got to go again. -Montreal Star The editors wish to express their indebtedness to the Senior Typewriting Class for typing the copy for this issue of THE PILGRIM. THE PILGRIM Your Design for Living should include the development and training of your talent in Music as A SATISFYING, CREATIVE PROFESSION, OR A CULTURAL, STIMULATING AVOCATION Beginning Its 70th Year September 17, 1936 New Elflldnrl ON SE RVATOR D ctor Dean of Faculty Wallace Goodrich Frederick S. Converse Oifers you: General or .Specialized training in all de- partments of music in one of the country's oldest musical institutions . . . Courses leading to Degrees or Diploma -either as a performer, teacher, in public school music, or as a Bachelor or Master of Music . . . Private instruction in applied music or theoretical subjects Evening school courses throughout the year. . . Summer School. Practical training , . . Weekly student recitals afford valuable experience to soloists . . . a symphony orchestra of eighty-five players . . . Weekly radio broadcasts by faculty members- and advanced students . . . Band and Chorus of student performers . . . Dramatic Department, with full season of presentations . . . Dancing. FOR DETAILED, ILLUSTRATED CATALOG and APPLICATIONS Write to FREDERICK S. CONVERSE, Dean New England Conservatory of Music HUNTINGTON AVENUE BOSTON, MASS. THE PILGRIM 2-Xutngraphz Qilama uf 19315 THE PILGRIM GIVE A THOUGHT TO THE FUTURE AVE you thought of the time when you will be ready to take your place in the world of industry? Have you picked the career you wish to follow? Why not, then, follow the example of many other New England girls .... choose Beauty Culture, the profession that insures success ..., that means good positions-a professional career and a pleasing vocation. 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