Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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22 THE PILGRIM WILFRED NICKERSON Wilfred's a fashion savant, In fact, he'-s the styl'ist's de- lightg Hefs' also Mayor of our town- Hurrah for the blue and the white! PHILIP O'CONNELL Some men flash a charming smile, Some men use their brawn- But the virtue of persistance Is what he depends upon. CLAIRE OTTINO If you desire dancing For any type of show, Just go to Claire for her advice- She really ot-ti-no. BERNARD OTTO Bernard Otto had a seal, And we thought it iine- -- So he gave his seal to us, The Class of Thirty--Nine. MARY PAOLETTI We've always thought it most unfair For boys to have the curly hair, But there is justice here be- low- For your tresses tell us so. MARALYN PASCOE How many words a minute? We do not know her limit, But off-er a prize For chatty replies And Amy P. would win it. ALBERTA PEDERZANI She rolls her eyes in ecstasy, For she has coppers handyg Now she'll again surrender to The lure of penny candy. JEANETTE PICARD A gentle answer And winning smile Make moments with her Worth our while. FRANKLIN PIERCE With your name you cannot shirk Though the struggle will be great- And, when you reach the White House, Make us poet laureate. FLORENCE PIMENTAL The ticking of his timepiece Around her dainty wrist Reminds her of the one boy She simply can't resist. JULIA PINA She jitters here, jitters there Jitters, jitters everywhere- But, as for us, we jitter best Just before a history test. CLARA PINTO Under blue Hawaiian skies She'd be more at home than we would, She could strum a mean guitar And do the things she should.

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THE PILGRIM 21 HERBERT MACBRIDE Herbie says his memory's bad, His teachers to deceive- He remembers what he wants to, We've reason to believe. LAURA MacLEAN Laura wears a royal crown Upon he-r lovely head: It's not wrought of yellow gold, But of gleaming braids in- stead. MARY MAHLER She never has been guilty Of talking out of turn, To anyone it's obvious She comes to school to learn. MARY McCOSH If you by any chance some day Should Manomet-ward decide to stray, We're positive that you will meet Une fille qui n'est pas trop petite. I EMILY McEWEN She eats O'Henry candy, She reads O'Henry stories: In fact, her greatest joy in life Is singing Henry's glories. IOLE MARVELLI Iole's interest lies in art, She hopes to design clothes: Iol-e's interest lies in Art - As everybody knows. L, 4 231- Zia , . f Q 'WV 1 , X X f ' ,- f i I f W f ff fl.- ,df tif I 1 1 NAHUM MORSE At least you might have left us A shred of self-esteem: When you rate Wizard on a test, How nitwitty We seem! A 4 WALTER MOTTA Curly hair and flashing eyes Don't usually score zerog Maybe that's why Wally chose To be a football hero. GLADYS MUELLER Gladys as an artist Is someone to surpass, Her Xmas card and angels Were admired by every class. FRANCES MULCAHY She seems so very quiet With nothing much to say, It amazed us when We heard Her on her trumpet play. ELSIE MULLANEY We've heard you're partial to the Dutch, In fact, we know it's truep A diamond ring has told us that It's wedding bells for you. ITA MURPHY Faith and begorra, shure we're that glad That we know little Ita, the girl who wears plaid. She's a rose of old Ireland, that's easy to see- Tho' her Scotch dress would fool those who know less than we. '

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THE PILGRIM 23 ROBERT PO The pencil leaves his paper And laughter follows soong Then we all know that Bobby's drawn Another new cartoon. ARTHUR POIRIER We hear a paper's rustle, It's you the teachers accuse- You really merit the title of The Face Behind the News. ROBERT PRATT I-Ie fain would create curls Atop milady's head- Purely a business matter? Or-perhaps too much we've said. THOMAS PRENTICE Tommy's always rosey , He always wears a smile,, And in that green coupe of his They ride around in style. ROBERT PROCTOR He went to Maine To get a deer, Been better oif If he'd stayed here. CONGETTA PROVINZANO She wields a mean dustcloth In Room 305 That in order and beauty Young minds may thrive. . , gf IGSZJ x f , f f X I We ,,::r 4, xx H. My Q , QQ ' CHARLOTTE RAYMOND Though men doubted our I. Q. And called us a Cheshire cat, If we owned a smile like hers, We'd emphasize the fact. ROBERT RAYMOND What his pecadillos are We really cannot say- He simply does what's to be done In an unpretentious way. DOROTHY REED S-he Hies through the figures With the greatest of ease, This daring young maid On the bookkeeping trapeze. PHYLLIS REINHARDT It may not be significant, And then again it may- She and Paderewski Share the same birthday. JESSE REZENDES Though a small mustache is lacking And a domineering chin, To be Carver's first dictator Has long your day-dream been. RITA RIEDEL She's our official typist, And a waitress on the rung Rita surely gets around With only five feet one.