Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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13 THE PILGRIM was explaining some intricate mechan- ism. He finally pulled a switch, adjusted a coil, and turned a dial. Light flashed upon the screen and meaningless blurs resolved into faint outlines. We were pleased to observe that the mechanism was a definite improvement over tele- vision. Imagine, if you will, the surprise we experienced when before our very eyes we saw on the screen Thelma Bentley teaching English in the Plymouth High School. Entering Miss Bentley's room as a visitor was Audrey Dutton, now eighth vice-president of the Chinapig Bank. Miss Dutton had evidently heard a new joke and was relating it to Miss Bentley with much gusto. The figure on the screen changed. We ascertained that Ruth Bartlett was sit- ting in a New York studio watching Joe Correa, Swing King, give last-minute directions to a character billed as the inebriat-ed piano player, because he wandered all over the keyboard. It was non-e other than Clarence Delano, who stood joking with Jeannette Pirani and Margy Tracy, The Harmony Sisters, and Ellen Shaw and Enis Pizotti, fea- tur-ed artists on the Maecaferri and Me- deiros Music Hour. George White, in- ternationally kn-own radio announcer, was reading a fan letter from Allen Cappella, cattle dealer. The scene shifted again, and now there was revealed to us the Anne Hanelt Deluxe Night Club. Among the glamorous entertainers in the floor show, we recognized June Seaver, Arlene Neal, Beatrice Bernier, and Rita DeCoste. Seated at the tables was a group of fashionable ladies evidently having a reunion of some kind. Among them we recognized Mary Bodell, noted novelist, Mary Brigida, efficiency ex- pert, Mary Curtin, graduate of Consim- middle College, Cwho is still trying to get rid of a license purchased at Sears Roebuckjg and Ruth Flairg, the war- den's secretary at Sing Sing. Sitting alone, Phyllis Johnson, dressed in a Hart Schaffner and Marx suit, was absorbed in Esquire, ,, Now there was revealed to us the in- terior of the great science building at Radio City. A group of serious-minded scientists was gathered in the center of the laboratory enjoying a game of dom- inoes, galloping. We recogn-ized among them Edwin Chadwich, Jr., Authority on Fleasg Arthur Lamb, Distilling Ex- pert, Vincent Yanni, Contamination Investigatorg and Louis Lima, the lead- ing authority on Portuguese Sausages. All four each eminent in his peculiar field, were enjoying a few moments of recreation before they attempted to solve the great problem--which came first, the chicken or the egg? The re- search work has been going on for more than twenty years. - Another flash and we gazed upon the college classroom of Prof. Kellen, A. B.g N. U. T.g B. V. D., professor of Latin at Boner's College. The Futurescope again shifted, and we scrutinized the All-American foot- ball team. Captain Telio Giammarco was drilling some green boys who looked suspiciously like Nick Carbone of B. C., Arrigo Tassinari, H. C.g Tony Jumbo Govoni, L. S. C., CLothrop Street Col- l-egej g and Edward Tong of Colgate. The captain was apparently having a difficult time, for the boys still clung to their high school technique. Now we observed Sidney Sink Jr., whose hobby was going around painting original mustaches on sign boards. Vin- cent Stefani, private detective for the Scribblit Advertising Agency, was fol- lowing him about, waiting to secure a new species of handl-ebar mustache to complete his evidence for convicting Sink. Almost at the same moment the screen showed us Alfred Swift, Chief of Police of Cedarville, making his one and only arrest in twenty years of duty. The prisoner was Two bits Magee, who had parked a bicycle overtime. , Ah! Milton Petit! great shortstop for the Boston Bees. With the aid of Petit, the Bees have a fine prospect of winning the pennant. Fiora Capp-ella, president of the Kum-on-up-sum-time Agate Com- pany, is an enthusiastic supporter of The Bees. Suddenly the locality changed to a scene quite different from anything we had viewed as yet. A huge dreadnaught plowed the seas. Inside the elaborate admiral's quarters we saw a dignified gentleman hiding behind a flowing mustache. Shades of Neptune! Why, see who it is! It's George Lemoine. The last we heard from him, he was working on a plan to eliminate holes from Swiss cheese. We still can't trust our eyes. On d-eck were three gobs. Believe it or not, they were Abel Carvalho, Richard Harlow, and Joe Caton. Caton was try- ing to extract a bicuspid from a plug of tobacco, while Carvalho was admiring a mustache to- which he had been devoted

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THE PILGRIM 17 Class Prophecy EWG decades have passed since the memorable graduation day of the Class of '37, ventured John Ryan, the president of the Consolidated Can Com- pany, to three of his business associates as they sat enjoying a quiet evening at the Old Colony Club. By Jove, you're right, it is 1957! You make a rather opportune observa- tion, my dear Mr. Ryan, mused LeBaron Briggs, dean of Harvard, emerging from behind the Boston Herald Cnot Miss Brown'sJ. Then to show how his fine intellect had absorbed the news of the day, he continued, Have you seen the headlines this even- ing? Stanley Adfdyman has invented a new mechanism called the Futurescope. I suggest we run over and spend the re- mainder of the evening with him. What do you say to that, Mr. Brewer ? Mr. Brewer is now a financial wizard, rather closeflsted, but a shrewd business man. Good idea, Baron. Possibly I could transact a little business deal profitable to all of us. Does this idea appeal to you, Mr. Sampson ? Immensely, replied Sampson. Rob- ert, a retired midlshipman, fwho has never seen actual servicel is now acting as Harbor Master for the town of Plymouth. Realizing that we were persons of little soc-ial standing, for we consisted of one loquacious senator, one impoverished broker, and a Swing Band Orchestra leader, we had nothing to say. But cur- iosity prompted us to follow. Our desti- nation being at some diistance, we climbed into a Rudolph-Diesel-powered coupe and followed Ryan's Super- charged Fabri Deluxe Special. Shortly after starting, we observed a disheveled characted frantically rending his hair and exerting brute force upon a defense- less lamp pole. We stopped only to find Alan Hey, architect, on the verge of dis- traction. Barbara Armstrong, noted aviatrix, had given him definite orders to build a round house on a square foun- dation. Continuing on our mission, we were forced to slow down to allow a person to cross the road. It was Gordon Gorey, the famous phrenologist, who was slowly going mad trying to interpret a new bump which had appeared upon his craniulm. Further on, we passed the pre- tentious mansionof Harold Morelli, the surrealist. Our most opportune arrival permitted us to see Harold dodging ia vase of the Ming Dynasty, thrown by the pretty hands of Madeline Cavicchi, former Edgar Lee'.s Follies girl. Made- line had unleashed her violent Latin temper. We dashed drown a side street and passed the pawn shop owned and oper- ated by none other than Howard Ander- son. Our Rudlolph-Diesell-powered car now took us to an exclusive cafe, Gae- tano Brigida, Proprietor, where only the best of sea-flood was served. We stop- ped to sample the specialties of the house, prepared as only chef Roy Cleve- land Cwith the Voice you love to hearj could prepare them. Over in one corner there arose a commotioln. Voices grew louder, arms flew faster--and we recog- nized four of our old classmates. Sam Dickson, the head of the United Sewer Diggers, was arguing with Robert Emond, head of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, about the age-old problem of the best place to park chewing gum. Edmund Heath, liisping cowboy of High Street Creek, attempted mainly to put in a lisp edgewise with the aid of Ben Hall, the neurotic cigar manufacturer. The discussion became so heated that Guy was forced to call the riot squad, and soon those intrepid arms of the law, Captain Roger Fabri, Lieutenant Ray Mullaney, and Fl-atf7oot Fran Shea, entered to quell the disturbance. We were ofl again towards our desti- nation, and in our haste we nearly ran down Roy Webber, billiard champion, who was having hysterlics because the cue ball and the eight ball had jumped from the table and refused to be con- trolled. , But now our trip was ended, and we found ourselves outside the Addyman Laboratories. The doorman was a huge fellow, Fred Barbieri by name. The big brute refusedus adfmittance, but per- mitted those whom we followed to enter. Undaunted by this rough 'rebuke, we stealthily sped to the rear of the build- ing to climb the fire escape, barely es- caping deteotion by the night watchman, Francis Fabri. Traversing the roof, we were fortunate enough to ind a skylight directly over the main laboratory. There below us we could see Adldyman gesticu- lating wildly, as any true scientist should, and as he always had. ,He had just wel- comed his four visitors. It was impos- sible to overhear any of the conversa- tion, but the center of interest was a huge machine. We gathered that Addy

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THE PILGRIM 19 since 1937. Harlow had recently aband- oned his campaign to return to favor the celluloid collar. Another quick change and the Future- scope portrayed a court scene. By this time nothing could surprise us. Ernest Hamblin a judge! but he was sleeping through the important case of Petrell vs. Giovanetti. Bill Petrell, the lumber magnate, was suing Aldo Giovanetti for the abdluotion of three thousand hard pine knots. Petrell had employed Ber- nard Petit, the famous criminal lawyer, and Giovanetti had retained Philip Covell. Philip, conserving his energy, had in turn hired J. J. Schillng to inves- tigate the claims of Petrell. The jury consisted of twelv-e women Chonest men are extremely difficult to findj and Petrel3l's chances of winning the case were negligibleg the women re- fused to be bribed. Scanning the faces of th-e bored jury, we found many old friends: Iria Albertini, Marie Roncar- ati, and Blanche Borghi tstill togetherj, Hazel Cleary, Melba Goyetch, Rita Cris- tofori, J usta Santos, and Thelma Cook. Relulctantly, we had to ab-andon the stirring events of the court scene, but it is only fair that we should acquaint you with the achievements of our fair jury. Iria, Marie, and Blanche have estab- lished a World-wide Love Bureau. Eleanor Brewer and Dot Haley have made their fortune through The Bounce- It-OH Stables. How femiininfe -aversion to avoirdupois has persisted through the years! , Hazel and Ruth Buwmpus are suppos- edly rival dietitians. Hazel makes a specialty of prepareing diets for the un- derweight while Ruth is doing a thriv- ing business prescribing for the obese. We have been led to believe by the town tattler, Mary Devitt, that Ruth and Hazel are working together. Ruth fat- tens them and sends them over to Hazel, and Hazel works in the opposite direc- tion. Could this be a violation of the Anti-Trust Act? Elsie Fortini, Rita, and J usta have an Italian Restaurant in North Plymouth. Thelma Cook, we learned through Miss Devitt, is the wife of Admiral G. F. Lemoline, and has been devoting her- self to the bringing up of tive little mid- shipmen. Little George Jr., wants to be a marine, much to Papa Lemoine's dis- gust. , Melba is the proud owner of a danc- ing school where all the innumerable new dance steps are taught. Next we found ourselves looking in upon Alice Wood, wealthy society ma- tron, who was at present entertaining a group of outstanding soci-alites. Among the guests was Mr. Gabriel Ferazzi, Esquire, prominent business man of the town. Mr. Ferazzi has mon- opolized the industry of cellophane rain- coats. Although this task required many years of plotting and scheming, he had finally succeeded in attaining his great objective. Another guest was Mrs. Harold Clark, fMary Weild to those Who knew herj, who now wore two pairs of glasses so that she might see properly. She was sipping tea with her hostess. Annie Paoli, famous composer and pi- anist, was playing an accompaniment for Ruth Butts, famed Metropolitan Opera star. Miss Butts ended her song on a note whnich Miss Paoli was unable to locate upon the keyboard. Miriam Klasky, authority on colonial furniture, was explaining the merits of a rickety chair to Ethel Shiwom, who has also climbed the ladder of fame as a comedienne. In one corner of the room Beatrice Vincent, world-famous tap dancer, was showing an intricate dance step to Wil- liam Clark, the town playboy. Bill was having a dmifiicult time, and suggested that Beatrice take a drive with hfim in his new beach wagon. The dinner gong rang at this moment and Bill postponed his drive until later in the evening. Everyone was soon seated Cthree sec- onds flath and food was brought to the hungry guests who knew, however, that their hunger would not be apfpeased un- less they liked fish. Professor Addiyman again manipulat- ed the controls of his invention and upon the screen- appeared a stately mansion, surrounded by beautiful lawns and shrub-s. A sign at the entrance to the d-rive read, Young Maids' Home Soci- ety. This organization had been estab- lished by and was supervised by none other than Cynthia Drew. After Miss Drew's graduation from P. H. S., she determined to become an old maid be- cause her gala night life had been some- what suppressed during her Senior year. We were shown the interior of the lounge Where- many young maids had gathered. The radio was being oper- ated at full blast, and music in the Benny Goodman manner filled the air. There was a little confusion in the cen- ter of the room and we noticed someone swinging it in the midst of the group. It was Phyllis Lovell! What was she doing here? We later learned the sad explanation. Phyllis had jilted so many Continued on page 33 or