Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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THE. PILGRIM 11 ALAN HEY Into old Polonius His sword did Hamlet plunge, And then the royal janitor Picked up the corpse with a sponge. kBelieve it or not! BETTY HOLMES Betty says that her ambition ls to be late some day: We know full well how near she comes To having her own way. LOIS HOLMES She's hither and thither, And all in a dither, Just like an elusive fly, Perhaps if we hurry, And scamper and scurry, We'll catch up with her bye and bye. ROSE INGENITO Rose is an enigma, So silent, proud, and calm. 'Tis said that people of that type Seldom come to harm. EVA JESSE Coiffures interest Evag Before our startled gaze The latest ones from Holly- wood She quietly displays. PHYLLIS JOHNSON I want to be alone! she moans, And in her solitude she nurses Her skill in games- Her art in verses. NORMAN JONES After many years of study, He leaves his pupil's bench, For now he speaks pig-Latin, And a little pidgeon French. PEARL KAISER Lovely to look at, Delightful to know- The belle of the ball Wherever you go. JOHN KELLEN Johnny plays a violin, Perhaps in future years The audience of a symphony Will applaud when he ap- pears. ARLENE KEOUGH ' Dolly is a little girl, '-.,j'f' A dark-haired, brighteeyed lass, ' ' She only asks to be a nurse: A credit to her class. DORINE KIRKEY A shining black car Comes to a stop, Who is he, Dorine? I'll bet it's Pop. -1 MIRIAM KLASKY Sweet girl in dress of an- cient days, Most charming and sedate, How could you keep from smiling When you played Ge0rg'e's mate?

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10 THE PILGRIM ALDO GIOVANETTI Don't fret about your danc- ing For here you'll get a cluezr Don't try to start in waltzmg In a 'tsize eleven shoe. TONY GOVONI . In baseball he excels, In .football he ranks high, But he's been known to say things That make his teachers sigh. MELBA GOYETCH If some power should decree A miss was worth her weight in gold, She would have the most to lose When the scales their secret told. ' ELDA GUARALD1 Who does she remind us of? With rolling eyes and little whoop? I-t isn't Greta Garbo- I bet it's Betty Boop. FLORENCE GUERRA Little girls should be seen and not heard- Is a preeept quite well knowng But that efferveseent giggle Is a trade-mark all your qwn. DOROTHY HALEY Dottie dashes out the door, Freely Haunting Hying fe-et, Chasing Charlie's chugging chariot That strives to struggle up the street. BENJAMIN HALL When Benny waves his dainty hands, We nearly all have fits, If he could only wear a skirt, He'd be our Zasu Pitts. JULIA HALL As analysts of character We may be all wrong: But if she's a Saucy Daughter, Then we are all-King Kong. ANNA HANELT I'm sure you all know that to Anna Compliments and praise are manna: So try your ardent adulation, You'll win her fast capitula- tion. MARJORIE HARLOVV In olden days the victors Chained captives to their carts: But Marjorie is modern, She chains them with their hearts. RICHARD HARLOW A man without a class, says he, A man without a girl to see. In track and basketball he's ours: The girl, wc'd say, is Mar- Jorie. EDM UND HEATH A roar of laughter, An exchange of pokes, It's Poker-face Heath Telling us jokes.

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12 THE PILGRIM ARTHUR LAMB No Mary has this little Lamb To follow her to school: To preserve his independence This Lamb could turn to- mule. EDGAR LEE No Plymouth girls for Eddie Lee, Thcy're all old stuff to him: A Whitman lass has caught his eye, Her name is Evelyn. GEORGE LEMOINE - We used to call him Kinkie, Now it's Cookie, it would seem: It really makes no differ- ence- If you get what we mean. ALMA LENZI She flies into a temper? She rants and tears her hair? We frankly don't believe it: The charge is most unfair. LOUIS LIMA He's so loyal . to his home town, Its name known near and far, That, when he would a-riding go, He bought a Plymouth car. PHYLLIS LOVELL We hear you boasting all the time About a boy called Dan, We've never, never seen him, Phil, What is he, mouse or man? JOHN MACCAFERRI He hurries here, He rushes there- 's never subject He To despair. ROBERT MAGEE As I was passing by his farm, I spied a beard and hat: Who was really under them? Pm sure you should know that. FLORENCE MARSHALL Dear Curly Top we'll call you, Because that's how you look, We're sure that on cosmetics You could compose a book. DORIS MASI Last night I went to- Didn't get home 'til one! We wonder, Doris, where you go And what you do for fun, ANTONE MEDEIROS 'KTony has such gorgeous hair I It's the envy of the girls, Sometimes in stormy weather These waves turn into curls. EMILY MELLO When prison gates are opened And she makes her escape, North she'll go to Cambridge, Or to Falmouth on thc Cape. L l