Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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.jllldll 'W IRIDE ALBERTINI We've read her short stories. The news we relay: Life on the campus Enthralls Iride. ELIZABETH ANDERSON She'll mount her horse and swiftly ride- And who is better qualified? The race of life she now can win Before the others can begin. HELEN BELCHER We wouldn't be astonished If when this book comes out Helen has the honor Of being an Eagle Scout. ANN BITTINGER Every morning before eight Down the corridor in a whirl, On a very big girl's errand Goes a very little girl. VIOLET BOUDREAU Her surname suggests French temperament, But to no fiery outbursts Does she ever give vent. MARGARET BOUTIN Each one went to the basket, Each wanted gum to chew: Was it you who tempted him Or he who tempted you? ON AlRAlDlE?! V 6 . 26 ,Aga- a , , Ji' cl 'f fwfr LM- an-, L9 'Q , 1 af . 5 W. 'F' af I 3 . -B19 455, it E, yn? 3 1 I JANET BROADBENT J Janet is my name, said she, I hope you won't forget. There's nothing that I dislike more Than to be called Jeanette. FLORENCE CANUCCI Opportunity for service She never passes by, On her sober judgment We've found we can rely. fa f' ,f,..fAv --4111 'C , 4' Jk.ff4N.,,,,, - ,,,, 'WO' MARJORIE CAS SIDY She intends to assist In case Nature forgot to- Curlv hair she will give you If you tell her she ought to. 79v.6'40l MARY CINGOLANI Whatever's worth doing Is worth doing right, Armed with her adage She'll storm any height. .M MARGARET COOK Peg's latest passion. We've heard. is bowling: In the gutter it's easy To keep the ball rollingf' ISABELLE CRAVINHO She has a yen To own a car: With her shank's mare Rates under tpar. RPJ-'X K in pt '1 Vw nw, k

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THE PILGRIM 9 Margaret Cook, Mary Cingolani, and Dorothy DeCost were parading for higher Wages for models in front of Lil- lian Sherman's Paris Fashion Shoppe. Just then there emerged from this im- portant style center, Marion Treglown and Betty Studley, style 'editors for ri- val papers. Most unfortunately I collided at this point with Harold Padovani, sandwich man advertising Cohen's Bargain Basement. A circus poster met my View depict- ing Lizzie Digenova, acrobatg John Darsch, strong man, and Raymond Bocacci, fire-eater. All were in the em- ploy of the Great Demas-Branco Ten Ring Circus. The clanging of fire gongs lured me up a side street. When I arrived at the scene, Reporter Martin Brewster was photographing the rescued cat of house- wife, Mary Dugas, in the arms of the hero, Howard Courtney. Disappointed, I retraced my footsteps to the doorway of Margaret Boutin's palmistry shop. Inside she was reading the hand of Constance Kellen, leader of the Women's Foresight League. Jeanette Hatton, society editor of the Plymouth Tellall, was lying in wait for Miss Kellen. On emerging from this establsihment I recognized Elva Mulcahey, foremost lecturer of the day on horticulture, urg- ing mechanic Amedeo Galvani to hurry his work on the carburetor of her streamlined car, manufactured by the Pearson-Lafayette Automobile Com- pany. At the same time, Alphonse An- drada, driver of Pedrini's Italian bread truck, was ordering Robert Paoletti to move his peanut cart from the only empty parking space on the block. Through the window of Miriam Young's beauty parlor I espied hair- dressers Leah Lodi and Evon Lee very busily engaged-in reading. Seeking a public place in which to leave election flyers and cards, I en- tered the new public library, donated to the town by the millionaire chess champion of the world, Armando Bar- boza. Here I recognized the girls at the lending desk as Marietta Sears and Charlotte Schneider, now slavishly in love-with books. When I returned to business, I pur- chased an evening edition of the PIL- GRIM at Peter Brigida's news store. On the front page I read the story of the defeat of Bartholomew Brigida at the hands of Donald Govoni in the annual clam-digging contest. Allen Bumpus, a dark horse, was a close third. As I rounded the next corner, I met Marion Parker, Rita Sampson's partner in the dog-breeding business, who was airing one of their pedigreed pups in front of Dorothy Resnick's boarding house. I entered a corner drugstore owned by Marjorie Drew. In the absence of the regular clerk, Eleanor Hall was do- ing her best at the soda fountain. Jessie Hollis was demonstrating the usefulness of Jean Murray's latest in- vention, the mirror clock. With this, I was told, I could compute the hour by the size of the refiection of my eyes in the mirror. In a far corner a radio was tuned in to the western music of Eileen Payson and her guitar. As some non-musical person turned the dial, I recognized the voice of Elsie Peccini offering diet hints, and that of Barbara Peterson playing the role of Ma Snerkins. She was supported by Brooks Harlow in the role of Shnuffle. The strains of Sweet Rosy O'Grady drew me from my lofty perch to the door. Immediately a terrifying creature attacked me with a tin cup. When I had made a contribution, his master, Joe Costa, delivered me from the monkey. My last visit was to a store on the window of which was printed Furtado and Burgess Weiner Company. Hot Dogs-20c a Yard. The owners of this establishment in- vited me to their tenth annual banquet, a gathering at which I would find the greater part of my old classmates. I readily accepted and was there early enough to complete some unfinished chats. After the main course, hot dogs, I knew no more until I awoke a week later in a hospital room. Even though I had nearly lost my life in the en- deavor, I was glad to have met again so many of my friends of high school days. CHESTER MOORES '38 HARBOR AT DUSK The evening sky is faintly flushed, A soft pale pink against pearl grey. The harbor sounds are faint and hushed, And echo dimly 'cross the bay. Sharp etched against the darkening sky, The spars of vessels. anchored fast. The seagulls dip and swoop on high Among the silhouetted masts. Br-:TTY COLEMAN '39 The editors wish to thank Miss Judd and her typists for assistance in the preparation of copy for The Pilgrim.

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THE PILGRIM a 1 11 HELEN DARSCH We labored overlong, We madly tore our hair- But now we know the donor Of that little pin you wear. ' I VL, Jw' MARGIE DECKER We think she gets more fun from life Than anyone we know, With gleeful nods and wreathed smiles She sets all hearts aglow. , - , I 7, ,I -'f.f,..A' W DOROTHY 'DeCOST Upon the classrmm quiet A maiden's scream rang out, No need to amplify it: Twas Dottie's wrathful shout. ELIZABETH DIGENOVA I crave a career, said Lizzie, For crowned heads I must dance? 'AForget that stuff, said Georgieg While I'm here-not a chance. MARGERY DREW Margie is the one to tell If you've a joke thats gay, It may not be so funny But she'll giggle anyway. MARY DUGAS If you crave a brand new frock But your funds are low, Take a tip from Mary- She knows how to sew! 4 W 'ra s 1 Q Mi' wiv' S wi' 5. . 32.15 xg, f A .,, Ya it Gi ,,.,. ' 'J --..,, , J :S ,fi -, i ' .. S 4 ,. ,V 1,-y 1, f. 4' if if .1 M y get Ywfigik, if ,N g A 3' as I , ? If WM ARLENE GIOVANETTI A Hash of knitting needles- A glimpse of something green- Arlene's the fastest knitter That we have ever seen. HILDA GUIDETTI Blushing is said To be a lost art: We don't believe it- Come On. Hilda, start. KW If EDNA GUNTHER Quality, not quantity, Is the thing that counts: Since knowing you, young lady, Our faith in the adage mounts. ELEANOR HALL Shed change her name to Elmer She'd don a pair of pants, She'd turn herself into a boy If she but had the chance. I Q9 CAROL HANDY We're very proud of Carol, We feel we have the right- For as our hockey captain She worked with all her might JEANETTE HATTON For one who acts so joyous You're very mystifying: Why is it, in your stories, There's always someone dying? s