Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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24 THE PILGRIM BARBARA ROGERS A womanfs privilege To change her mind: Where the heart's concerned She's just the kind. ANTONETTE ROSSETTI Her attitude's Commendable, At work or play Dependable. EDWARD ROSSI I'm a boy with a system, brags Putt, At which I have lots of fun, Smile at all the pretty girls But never get stuck with one. MARGARET RUDOLPH When Margaret walks down the aisle Her wedding vows to stam- mer, We prophesy she'll step unto The beat of a coibbler's ham- mer. THOMAS RUGGIERO Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over a candle- stick: But even he hasn't what it takes To beat our Tommy on roller skates. DORIS RUPRECHT You graciously participate In everything we do- The honor of the best sport Sincerely goes to you. il fs 5639 if if? 27IQf'T:iL i DK J ai MARY RYAN So she's a 4H Club winner! But we show no surprise- For we've known for some ten years She's a princess in disguise. EUNICE SANTOS She's gay of heart: Com-e biting wind Or scorching sun- Her smile's undimmed. DOROTHY SCAN LAND We know not what soap Produced such perfection, But she certainly has That schoolgirl complexion. RUTH SCHILLING A warning we give you- watch out for Ruth! It's a family trait to be a sleuth. So if she pussyfoots up in disguise, Don't open your mouth oil' blink your eyes. RICHARD SCHNEIDER He doubtless gets grubby and dirty, But we've never seen him so- For sheer sartorial splendor He beats any boy we know. GLORIA SEAVER To search too long for adjec- tives Is hardly meritorious: Because, when all is said and done, Our Gloria is glorious.

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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.

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THE PILGRIM 25- WILLIAM SHEA Bib is our living proof That a boy prefers a blonde: But we haven't ascertained Of which one he is fond. SOLOMON SHWOM Sing a song of sixpence Black faces in a row: When Solly warbled' merrily, He almost stole the show. AGNES SILVA Silva strains from her violin D Tell us that Agnes strives. To fill our world with music And brighten up our lives. RICHARD SILVA Under a bushel His light he won't hide: In proclaiming his presence He feels justified. OLIVIA SOARES Whatever knowledge Can be gained from a book She seeks for herself In some quiet nook. MARIO SOLIERI Say Si Solieri and you'll find Your mouth is full of sibil- ants, But the reason for the nick- name Defies our vigilance. LAWRENCE SPRINGER Lawrenice is the boy who lives on a farm, Where in the country he does no harm: , But when he comes to town for a day- That's when he starts mak- ing hay. JOHN SPURR There are many Ways To rise in the world: Just look at John When his legs he's uncurled. GEORGE STEFANI You must have been a beau- tiful baby, You must have been a won- derful child, 'Cause over you in S-ca- pades The audience went wild. RICHARD STRASSELL We are not saying You look bovine, But you do chew your cud A good part of the time. HELEN SWIFT When our elders tell us Of the virtues that they had, We could offer Helen To prove we're not so bad. JOHN TORRES In the morning when it's fair, Does your mother wave your hair? For that wave, you must con- fess, . Really outdoes nature's best.