Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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6 THE PILGRIM. after his arrival he offered a scholar- ship to the one who possessed the voice with the greatest possibilities. Our Ed- ward Wright carried off the prize of a year's musical training. And it was wright that he should. In this never-to-be-forgotten year we had the inestimable privilege of study- ing to an accompaniment of riveting from across the street as the new build- ing was nearing completion. III Once in the new building, we Juniors became models of brilliance and ef- ficiency, electing as our class officers Spencer Brewster, presidentg Francis Scheid, vice-president, Barbara Paty, secretary, and John Tavernelli, treasur- er. Francis Scheid, our silver-tongued orator, won the district American Legion Oratorical Contest. He also ac- quired another title, that of State Presi- dent of the Student Activities Society. Spencer Brewster was chosen to fill the position of President of the Southeast- ern Branch of Associated Bodies of Stu- dent Councils of Massachusetts-which title, we believe, is the longest one ever held by a student in Plymouth High School. IV Our destination was that beautiful city, Senior. It proved to be truly a wonderful place. A dignified air of ac- tivity pervaded the serious atmosphere, and we felt that Senior was indeed the place in which to live. For officers we elected: President-Francis Scheid Vice-President-Barbara Paty Secretary-Helen Belcher Treasurer-Arnold Torrance Our Senior Dance was a decided suc- cess, one of those things carefully stored in the corners of our memories to think about in future years. Barbara Paty was chosen the best girl citizen in the Senior Class. And now we have completed our journey through the land of High School. If you ever visit this strange country, you must be sure to look to- wards the golden city, Success, on the top of the hill. There on the tracks will be the 1938 Limited going steadily up the incline. Toot I Toot! CONSTANCE KELLEN ATTENTION! AVING successfully survived the perplexites of high school life and unexpectedly finding ourselves the proud possessors of prodigious posses- sions, we, the opulent and philanthropic Class of 1938, do hereby bequeath the following to the persons herein speci- fied: To MR. SHIPMAN: A television adap- tation for his cherished public address system. Ut is our opinion that gesti- culation would make announcements more impressivej T0 MRS. RAYMOND: A beautiful, white, hard-rubber bulletin board of the washable type for Room 301. We are desirous of eliminating any possibility of shock in case pupils in the future decide to use superfluous amounts of paste. To MISS MCNERNY: Congratulations! Now she has a real opportunity to dis- play her culinary prowess. To MR. BAGNALL: A sumptuous easy chair next to the window at the cele- brated Old Colony Club, to be reserved only for him. To MISS CAREY: A costly camera of reliable make with which she may take an abundance of excellent pictures the next time she journeys to France. To MR. SMILEY: An air-tight, glass anatomizing box fitted with a chimney to remove any obnoxious odors which may chance to issue from his defunct cats. To MISS RAFTER: A replica of that oft-discussed mace of Congress, to be used upon any recalcitrant history stu- dent on that part of his anatomy where it will do the most good. T0 MR. MONGAN: A special pair of study-hall slippers with thick heels of sponge rubber, so that meditating stu- dents fif there be anyl will not be brusquely disturbed whenever he is called without. To MISS JUDD: Stationary desks for 203. CWe know the possibilities of equipment not attached to the floorj To MR. PACKARD: Photo-electrically- controlled curtains for his physics room. We seek to save him the annoyance of keeping Old Sol from vexing the optics of cogitating students. T0 MISS LOCKLIN: A complete set of polyhedrons to save her the inconven- ience of juggling books, pencils, rulers, and all else that may lie in the immed- iate vicinity, to picture the various geometrical figures for her solid classes.

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THE PILGRIM 5 Class of 1938 Plymouth High School OFFICERS President - - ------ - FRANCIS SCHEID Vice-President - BARBARA PATY Secretary - - - HELEN BELCHER Treasurev' ----- CLASS COLORS Ruby amZSilUe1' - - ARNOLD TORRANCE CLASS MOTTO N011 confecfus sed irzitus CLASS FLOWER Red Rose FALL IN! OUR years ago the 1938 Limited pulled out of the station amidst the clanging of bells and cheers of proud parents. Four years! Skirt lengths, bobs, and funds of courage have risen and fallen, wars have begun and ended, friends have met and parted. And after four years of mental gymnastics, our teach- ers are still our friends. Let's see where we have gone in the now famous Limited. We started in a dubious lot of wooden cars hooked to- gether with baling wire and promises. Now we occupy a stream-lined Diesel- electric job making its 110 m.p.h. in a pinch. Some class! Well, here are our principal stops- President-James Costa Vice-President-Barbara Paty Secretary-Margaret Mordt Treasurer-John Tavernelli Our first stop was in the city of Freshman. We were on our first trip from the old home town and we en- joyed ourselves to the utmost. Of course, we still had that young, inex- perienced air, so some upperclassmen took rides at our expense. We vividly remember a conflict in which we unwittingly became engaged. Our youthful hearts were set on a fresh- man dance. Unfortunately each date we intended to reserve was rudely snatched from us by some older class. Now we have learned to clench our teeth and keep our dates-boys take notice! As ticket-sellers for the operetta, Pinafore, we surprised even our- selves. The townspeople were besieged by a crowd of enterprising pupils in- tent on selling all their tickets. Our incentive was the fact that Edward Wright, one of our fellow travellers, had a major part in the performance. II Our second stop was in the city of Sophomore. Having been initiated by this time into the mysteries of city life, we were not so bewildered. Moreover, our reputation having preceded us, we had much less trouble in coping with our superiors-in age. In this city our officers changed. Francis Scheid was elected president. Roland Holmes became vice-president, while John Tavernelli did double duty as secretary-treasurer. This year we made the first school circus a success with the help of some of the pupils from the upper classes. In- deed, it was such a success that it be- came an annual affair. One of the most important events was the Sophomore Hop-at which we hop- ped away a perfect evening. We un- derstand that it is considered the best dance ever sponsored by Sophomores. Dr. Davis became a new inhabitant of this most charming city, and soon

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THE PILGRIM 7 To MISS KELLY: A taxi with a burly chauieur to whisk her to the quiet of her home at the close of school. To MISS LANG: A fire-gong for her classroom so that pupils need not be continually reminded that the bell has rung. To MRS. SHARKEY: A large roll of adhesive tape for the discouragement of the garrulous. To MISS BOUCHER: Our sincere hope that she may forever survive those weird dishes concocted by the senior chefs. To MISS HUMPHREY! Our most sin- cere hope that she may succeed in her new endeavor. To MISS CooMBS: An endless belt back to the corridor to remove those who, if offered any encouragement, would linger for a pleasant chat with a pleasant secretary. To THE MISSES JOHNSON2 Mono- grammed brooches, on the condition that they be conspicuously worn whenever in school so that we may learn, at once and for all time, which is Helen C. and which is Helen M. It is becoming de- cidedly trite to refer to them as 'the big one and the little one. To DR. DAVIS: An automatic spray gun so that his gifted musicians may butter their music. To MISS DOWLINGI Our deep apprec- iation for her splendid cooperation whenever we were in need of super- vision in her Held. To MR. KNowLToN: A sign boldly inscribed with the words, Director of Physical Education, to be mounted above his office door. To MISS WILBER: Our permission to convert Room 306 into a luxurious sa- lon, with the restriction that it be used only by those privileged to attend her gala Latin parties. To MR. GARLAND: An invitation to demonstrate his vocal talent to the up- per school. To MISS JACQUES: Because her room is so conveniently located, a stop-watch to time the superhuman speeds of stu- dents racing to school at one minute to eight. To MRS. GARVIN: The suggestion that girls' basketball games precede the boys' on the regular Friday night sched- ule. fVery definitely this would in- crease the gate receipts.J To THE CLASS OF 1939: Benches along the upper corridor. We seek to save you the agonies we experienced whenever we managed surreptitiously to steal from utility period. tlnciden- tally, it may please the recipients to know that this suggestion was made by a member of the faculty.J To THE CLASS OF 19402 A bottle of that world-reknowned Stretcholene for the astonishingly large number of diminutive persons in it. Clncidentally, we are also including a tank of Shrink- olene for one Monsieur Brewer.J Signed sealed, published, and de- clared by the members of the above- named Class of 1938, as and for their last Will and Testament, hereby revok- ing all former Wills and Codicils which may have been devised by us. In witness whereof, we hereunto have afiixed our signatures: Jodge E. Podgy Jack B. Nimble AMEDEO GALAVANI WILFRED Col-IEN FORWARD, MARCH! LYMOUTHI The last town on my list to be canvassed! I was engaged in building up political support for my candidate, Mr. Francis Scheid, for the presidency of the A. L. U. tAmeri- can Labor Unionb. This organization, as you know, is the union of the A. F. of L. and the C. I. O.: the possibility of which was discussed widely when I was in high school. Feeling certain that Mr. Scheid would carry his home town by an overwhelming majority, I had left it for last-minute solicitations. Lest I be found tedious for dwelling upon the political aspects of my visit, I shall merely tell you of the various positions which I found my former classmates occupying in the community. Thinking it good strategy to appear at my best before starting my political maneuvers, I entered a tonsorial shop, that of John Tavernelli. I noticed in his employ Letty McKee and Beverly Kaiser, manicurists, and Henry Adams, shoeshine boy. Once more on the sidewalk I gazed intently at the numerous commercial signs, and was waiting for officer Butch Torrance to wave me across the bustling thoroughfare, when Earl Young, street cleaner, politely requested me to stand aside. Burlesque School, read the placard that most readily caught my eye. I