Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

Page 8 text:

THE PILGRIM MR. HENRY KNOWLTON You are my guide, philosopher, and friend. Pope MR. JOHN PACKARD Men are only boys grown tally Hearts don't change much after all. Anonymous MISS KATHERINE LANG Penny saved is a penny got. Henry Fielding MISS AMY RAFTER The dignity of history! Viscount Bolingbroke MISS NELLIE LOCKLIN Trees do not delight all persons. Virgil MRS. MIRIAM RAYMOND I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect too. Goldsmith MR. EDGAR MONGAN Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. Bacon MR. MARIO ROMANO A new broom sweeps clean. Heywood

Page 7 text:

THE PILGTRIM MR. GILBERT GARLAND For you and I are past our dancing days. In Shakespeare MISS JEANNETTE JACQUES True humor issues not in laughter, but in still smiles, which lie far deeper. Carlyle MRS. BEATRICE GARVIN Praise like gold and diamonds owes its values only to its scarcity. Samuel Johnson MISS HELEN JOHNSON They that govern the most make the least noise. John Selden MISS LOUISE HUMPHREY Those about her From her shall learn the perfect ways of honor. Shakespeare MISS LYDIA JUDD Nothing is impossible to a wil- ling heart. Heywood MISS BEATRICE HUNT As sweet and musical as bright Apollo's lute. Shakespeare MISS ELIZABETH KELLY Never an idle moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others. Longfellow

Page 9 text:

THE PILGRIM 7 Class of 1939 Plymouth High School OFFICERS President - - ------- RICHARD HOLMES TUBBS Vice-President - - - GEORGE WILLIAM BANKER, JR. Secretary - - Treasurer ----- - CLASS COLORS Blue, white rmcl golcl - - - ITA MARION MURPHY - FRANCES TOWNSEND BROWN CLASS MOTTO Scfentiol potestcls est. CLAS-S FLOWER Yellow rose and clelphlnflum YESTERDAY HOW envious I am of that old skinflint, Scrooge, who was so fortunate leven though he did not realize it at the timeb as to be visited by the Spirit of Christmas Past and to be carried back to the days of his youth! Should I, too, be given an opportunity to look backwards, which of my high school days would I choose to live again? It was of this that I was thinking as I lay in bed a few days previous to gradua- tion. Startled by the appearance of an elderly figure at my bedside, I quickly questioned, Who are you? With one hand extended toward me she said, I am the Ghost of Four Years Past. Come, we have many things to see tonight. A moment later my companion led me into the old high school building. Into the auditorium we ventured, to witness events long since memories in my mind. We held a class meeting with our Presi- dent, Edward Bradford, and our Vice- President, Thomas Prentice, officiating. N-ext, a play entitled Good English was presented under the direction of Miss Andrews, our English teacher. Edward Bradford, Katherine Baratta, and Rose Bernardo were among those in the cast, and, as I glanced around, I noticed several upperclassmen who had thought the presentation important enough to stay after school to see. The ghost made a quick gesture with her uplifted palm, and we were trans- ported to Memorial Hall. The affair was my Freshman Dance which was already in full swing and giving promise of be- Fact coming a brilliant social affair. Although invitations were required, we slipped past fellow classmates unnoticed. It was not until then that I realized we were invisible. Since time meant nothing to us, we stayed to see the st' High School Cir- cus. It goes wi ' it saying that the freshmen were, pefhaps, the proudest participants, not only because there was a fine response to the dance given by a group of freshman girls, but also be- cause it was unusual for a freshman to be featured as was Thomas Ruggiero in his tap dance specialty number. The Spirit spoke. Come, we must pass into the next year! There were many other things I had hoped to see, but the excursion into my first fand lastl year in the old high school had ended. II After a thorough inspection of the new school with its spacious auditorium, gymnasium, and cafeteria, I observed that Edward Bradford was again class president with Nahum Morse as vice- prensident, Brooks Barnes, secretary, and Frances Brown, treasurer. A series of assemblies sponsored by the.S. A. S. was presented in the audi- torium where my ever-present guide had taken me. A few of the most pleas- Ing ones were: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde , Study of Liquid Air , Cham- D20nnTypist , and Bruce, the Magi- cian. . Hearing dance music in the gymna- sium, I entered and found myself in the