Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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THE PILGRIM rg 27 -. e.c- K ' - fa- ,' 15? I 1 'M fig W- Wi I X W--, K Lf.oi.l.L,,l,,,,, WHY MEN LEAVE HOME HITS no use. chief, we've got to work all night. With this cheerful message still ringing in my ears, I left for home to eat some supper. At seven o'clock I returned to work and found a weary group of laborers. Some boys had been working all day, and the prospect of struggling all night was just too big a thought to cope with. The town re- port Was due, however, and no matter how my boys were feeling, they had to work, and work hard, in order to get it out. But at the most, I estimated that we would be able to leave at about one o'clock next morning. At four-thirty we glued on the last cover, and then, saying little, we parted company. At five o'clock I stumbled into my front room and turned on the light. This was a radical mistake. There be- fore me, distributed about the room, was every book which had recently been in the standing six-shelved book- case. Reggie, our new pup, had evidently hit it just hard enough to knock it over, and this had frightened him so that, before he left the scene, other embar- rassing things had happened. I was tired, but I knew what Marge would say, so I picked up every book and cleaned the other mess. Just as I was about to go to bed, I remembered that I had not yet tended to the fire, so down to the cellar I went and did my duty. By that time I was so wide awake that I decided to read the paper before I retired. At six, I managed to doze off for perhaps half an hour, but about this time the dog began to whine under my bed, so I got up and locked him in the bathroom. At seven o'clock just as I was about to close my eyes, Sarah, my little girl of three, got up and decided to use some hot water. A few minutes elapsed and then I heard the swish of water and the pipe in the corner of my room started to go shhh-punk, shhh-punk. After a short time this ceased and once again everything was quiet, with the exception of the dog, which, having heard Sarah, began to whine again. At 7:45 a. rn. Sarah decided to come downstairs, so Marge waited until she got way down and then she yelled for Sarah not to talk because daddy was tired and wanted to sleep. Sarah mind- ed perfectly. She didn't make any noise at all with her mouth-no-she just played the piano. But when a neighbor came in and yelled at the top of her lungs for Marge, and the dog stopped whining-and began to bark, and the pipes went shhh-punk, and the piano played, it was then that I decided that it must be time to get up and go to Work- PHILIP GODFREY '38 THAT FRIVOLOUS FRUIT EVERY century, from the first to the twentieth, has had its own form of dance. The earlier ones were, more or less, for a religious purpose-slow and mysterious or fast and frenzied. The stately minuet was the favorite of the gracious lords and ladies of the Colonial era. The Virginia reel, the clog, the cake walk, the Paul Jones, and the two- step were the popular American dances of the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. They held sway for a while and then gave way to later innovations, such as the fox trot, the Charleston, and the Black Bottom. The twentieth century welcomes the Broadway, truck- in, peckin, and the Big Apple as the cur- rent sensations. The Big Apple, accord- ing to its creators, is a combination of past and present dance rages. To a rather conservative onlooker, it appears to be, rather, a. combination of ludi- crousness and a mad desire to exercise. The dance was originally intended to be a thing of grace and beauty. The modern dance creators have an extra- ordinary sense of the beautiful. Their dances are a series of violent leaps and whirls, jarrings and joltings, wiggles and shakes, and what not. However, perhaps these dances do serve a pur- pose in their short lives. They do give the dancers some strenuous workouts and many of the lazy muscles are brought into play. Peckin is excellent for the stiff necks and the Black Bot- tom will do wonders in limbering up

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28 THE PILGRIM creaky knee joints. But despite all this, anyone who has seen the Big Apple done as its creators intended that it should be done, will realize that it is not only inappropriate for the public dance halls, but it verges on the ridiculous. A group of students from a New England high school went on a strike recently and wanted, among other things, permission to do the Big Apple at their school dances. The principal realized the results wouldn't be too sat- isfactory and convinced the students that they should keeps to their more conservative dance steps. The principal should be commended for his decision and the tact with which he managed the situation. Others in positions of authority over dance halls or school dances should cooperate with this New Enland principal in putting the big apple in a basket neatly la- beled, For exhibition only. L. LoD1 '38 ONE KNIGHT OF LOVE HARRY BELL finished his meal, paid the check, and walked out of the White Tower into the drizzling rain. He climbed into his cab and swung out into the rapidly-moving column of traf- Hc. Glancing at his watch, he noticed that it was nearing eight, the time for his rush hour when all society girls are leaving for their parties. Accordingly he turned toward Park Street where were located the fashionable apartment houses. As he came out into the brilliantly lighted boulevard, his eye caught sight of a pompous doorman in the doorway of the nearest apartment, and standing' beside him, the most beautiful girl Harry had ever seen. He very sel- dom paid attention to girls but this one-well! Harry drew up to the curb and got out to assist the dream in the royal blue gown and white fur wrap into the cab. The light sparkled on a beautiful coronet perched atop her light brown curls. He helped her into the machine and once more resumed his seat in front. Where to, lady? he asked trying to appear nonchalant. The Hotel Carlson, if you please, and Harry's heart did somersaults at the sound of the low, vibrant voice which issued from the rear seat. He auto- matically made the turns, too full of wonder to realize what he was doing. As he drew up to the curb, she leaned over, handed him his fare, and hurriedly jumped out.. Before he left, Harry heard the doorman call her by name. As he drove away, he wondered aloud, Why the heck do all the beauties have to be society dames and why isn't one as nice as that one with a fella. She can't be a newcomer for the doorman greet.ed her like an old friend. What'sa matter with these society guys any- how? If I was one of 'em for just one night, she wouldn't take a taxi. Meanwhile Caroline Cfor that was her namel was wondering if she'd ever see her handsome driver again. She'd like to have him to ride to the hotel every night with. You see she always came here at exactly eight o'clock, rain or shine, and she never had, had an escort. Of course Harry wouldn't know this, being only a taxi driver, but the :funny thing about. these society guys was that they did not, as a rule, escort the hat-check girl to formal parties at the Carlson. RICHARD TUBBS '39 EVENSONG Out, out From the still of the night Floats one fluted trill, Filled with dolefulness Mingled with mirth. It fades, And, yet, it cannot die. Its loveliness Is caught by silvery Dancing moonbeamsg Gentle Zephyrus sings it, And breathes it softly through The shivering, rustling blades Of meadowgrass. Hark! Hark! Hear its echo yet? A dulcet tone from out The throbbing soul Of a thrush. Cfmor. HANDY '38 THE HEATHEN Folks called him queer,- Because he liked to walk in April rains Without a hat.- A sure way to catch a cold, Anyone knows that. Folks called him lazy,- Because he'd rather walk a woodland path In earl s rin Y D 8 Than stay inside his stuffy store And hear the money ring. Folks called him heathen,- Because he stood upon the highest hill Midst towering trees, When Christian people were in church Down on their knees. But in spite of all that folks can say I have always thought He got more real religion in a day Than all their church-going brought. Bsnsnrul PATY '38