Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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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

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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-

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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