Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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THE PILGRIM 29 IllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIllIlIIIIIIIIIIlllllllIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIJIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllIIIIIIIllIIIIIIllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIlllllllIIIIIllIlIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIQ Junior Poetry Page SIllIIIIIIIIIIIllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIIIllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIlllllIIIIIIIIIllllIIIIIIIIIlllllllIllllglilllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIlllIllllllIIIIIIlllllillllIIIIIIIIIIJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllE E JACK FROST AND MR. SUN E Jack Frost got up the other morn, 5 The Sun was shining brightg Q He looked about, his pictures all 5 Had vanished out of sight. Q Jack doubled up his little ist E And shook it at the Sun! E And said, quite grieved, Now just look here E E And see what you have done. E Last night before I went to bed, Q I climbed upon the wall E And painted every window-pane, E But now you spoiled them al1. E SAINT GEORGE AND THE DRAGON E Q Thundering, roaring, belching flame, E 5 Bellowing on to his kill- E E Who says Saint George is a mythical saint? E c He conquers the dragon still. Q E He rides around mountains- E E He drives him with wonderful skill. E S Q My heart thumps strangely with fear, E E And I fear he's eaten Saint George, but no, E g He waves, and I jump and cheer E E The dragon, who's only a railway train, E E And Saint George, the engineer. E Sometimes as the dragon comes bellowing E by ' E MARGARET RUDOLPH '39 E VIRGINIA VINTON '39 E glIIIIIIIIIllllllIllIllllIIllIllIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIE-IIIIIIlllllIIIIllllllllllllillllllllllIIIllllIlIIIIIIIIIii!!IIIIIlIlllllllllllIIIIIIIIK1IllllllllIIIKlllllIIIIIIIIllgillIIIIIIIlllIIIllllllllllIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllli U - E MY ERROR 5 z INTRODUCTION 2 5 To say I'm angry to be sure, E E Is always right where e'er you use it. Q g To say I'm mad is English poor, E E But even so, we all abuse it. E E So when to catch a bus in haste E E I bump my ankle on a chair, 2 g And then my shoe I find unlaced Q E And leave the curlers in my hair, E E That makes me angry! E Q To wear my hat that I bought new E E On which Dad irst rests his eyes. : E And then he says, A pan would do 3 Q In which most women bake their pies, 5 E That makes me angry! E E F - ..- : And when escorted to the Prom g E By my iirst thrill in long white pants, E 5 And when the evening half is gone 5 5 To learn my thrill can't even dance, g 5 That makes me angry! 5 E But-when to write a poem I strive 5 E For hours and hours, I should confess, E 5 And all my powers I constant drive g - And get this mixed-up, jumbled mess, : S That makes me mad!! E E EMILY MCEWEN '39 E HIIIIIIllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllIIIImillIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllililIIIIIIIIlllIIIIIIIII1iillIIIIIIIIIllllllllllIIIIIlllllllllIIIIIllllllIIIIIIIIIllillllllIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIllllllllUIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 2 PROUD BEAUTY 2 TRUST 2 g Her eyes were green with yellow lights, 2 Trust is a Diiant thing- E 5 Her shell-like ears were dainty, 5 Resiiieiii ag a popiar tree E 5 Her hair was patted, sleek and bright, 5, Against the iight biue Sky. E E Her attltude was Sammy- 2 Beneath the wind's bludgeoning E 5 E Though bent to earth it rises free E g Her grace was known throughout the land, 3 Q ' . , ' . 5 E Her beauty, pure, untainted' E Ermine wrapped, but straight and high. S 2 By every famous artist's hand E Her dignity was painted. E Trust is a fragile thing- E E Q As sensitive as a candle flame E E She lounged on softly-padded chairs, E To scornful breath, E g And at our admiration 5 And delicate as the tendriling E Q She moved her tail with measured care E Of flowering D635 011 8 1aUtiC6d frame- E E And me-wed appreciation! E Whose loss is permanent as death. E 5 I-IARRIET LONGHI '39 IEIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIllIllllllllllllIIIIIIIIlllllllllIIIIllIIIIllIllllllllIIIIIIIlllllllllllIIlIIIIllllllllIIllIIE!!!IIIIIIIIIlllllIllIllIlIlIIlllIIIIIIIIIll!!IIIlllllllIIllIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllilllllllllllillllllllllllllllllli E RICHARD SCHNEIDER '39 E

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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

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30 THE PILGRIM INCIDENT IN EARLY MORNING THE bed creaked as Irma twisted restlessly. It was time to get up even though it was only five o'clock. After all, her father had to be fed and Irma had to keep up the pretense of going to work. I'll have to tell ma soon, she mused. When I don't bring any dough home on pay-day, she's gonna start wonder- ing. But how can I tell her? She'll kick me out, I know she will. Ah, well, I might as well put it off as long as possi- ble. I'll tell her tomorrow. The sound of splashing came from the bathroom. Pa's getting up. He'll be hollering at me in a minute. She yawned once more, then reached for her faded wrap- per and, stretching, she took her clothes and went to get dressed in the kitchen where it was warm. Not long afterward Mr. Madarasz came lumbering in. Your ma don't feel so good this morning, so tell Anna to stay home with the kids.', All right, Pa, sit down and eat. It's most time for you to go. I heard a guy yesterday say that the factory was go- ing to lay off. You aren't getting it, are you ? Probably, you just worry about your job, Irma. That'll keep you busy. Is Mike up yet? No? Well, no wonder. He didn't get in till three. Said he was out with the gang. Pa, I don't like it. He,s always with that bunch and they're no good. Noth- ing but a gang of loafers and small-fry criminals. Why don't you do something? Make him stay away from them. Mr. Madarasz shook his head de- spondently, It's no use. I can't do nothing with him. He's wild. And now your ma's sick again I've got no time for his foolishness. There's the five- t.hirty whistle. Hand me my lunch- pail. Irma listlessly closed the door behind him and went to rouse Mike. She felt ages older than her twenty-one years, ages older than her kid brother, Mike, ages and ages old. It was horrible struggling for an existence, surrounded by people, hundreds of them, in the same groove as she in this Polish set- tlement. Her old man was working, yeah, but how much did he get? Not enough to keep six kids decently fed and clothed, and not half enough to give Mike a chance to get away from the tough gang he was traveling with, nor to get Anna the pretty things she craved, nor to buy Johnny the bike he wanted so badly and couldn't get be- cause every time he'd saved up some money from his paper route Mike bor- rowed it to pay pool debts. Helen and Maxine, the twins, were still too little to care about the small, dirty house, the greasy walls, the leaky roof, the broken steps,-but. they'd learn to care. It was up to her. Irma, to do something, anything, to get out of it all. I donit care about t.he others, she thought. They'll have to look out for themselves. But I've got to have nice things, lovely clothes. I want to be somebody. She stood looking down at her brother, thick-featured and sullen- looking even in sleep. She shook him roughly, staring with repugnance. How awful he looks, she pondered, after one of those all-night parties! Mike groaned and sat up rubbing his head. Wotta night, Wotta night. Yeah, I can imagine. How much did you lose? Nothing, so you can quit harping on t.hat right away. I saw Big Dan last night. He's promised me a job. Says he needs a guy with guts. I'm in the dough. Oh, Mike, you're not going to work for him. He's crooked, everyone knows that. Well, what about it? He's got a sys- tem that's oke. If that guy's behind you, you're all set. Set for where? Sing-Sing? Don't be funny. He has friends everywhere. You can't get caught. It's simple. All I have to do is go around and 'interview' the girls in the factory. I tell 'em they pay me 10211 of their pay or else, if they don't kick in, they get fired. The foreman's a friend of Big Dan's. He gets his cut, I get mine, the rest goes to Big Dan, and we're all happy. Irma went out of the room. She took her shabby coat from the overcrowded closet. Well, after all, was it Mike's fault? How was he to know that Big Dan had interviewed her only three days ago? She pulled on a hat. The boss was a friend of Dan's all right. After Dan had told him that she hadn't paid her 107 for two weeks, he let her go, didn't he? Well, that proved it. Mike didn't know. W'hat was the use? She softly shut the door and slowly walked away toward the river, just a slim out- line in the cold, gray light of dawn. B. STUDLEY '38