Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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No record here of things theyhfe doneg ly seek to have some tm. We on BRUNO ADAMO Bruno's not behind the times When he goes to get his i'date, He needs no bicycle for two, He sports a Ford V-8. CHARLOTTE ADAMS From small people Come great things, Charlotte proves this When she sings. GERALD ALBERTINI Laryngitis laid him low On his oral topic day, But, since tomorrow always comes, There was no escape that way. MANUEL AMARAL E We've never seen Manny In the deep throes of choler. But he has his moments We'll bet you a dollar. CHARLES ANDERSON He's never been sidetracked. He knew that he wanted Good grades, and he got them- He's not to be daunted. CHARLES ANTI If he were in the appointed place At the appointed time, We would lack a subject For this humble rhyme. BLANCHE ARRUDA The Victorian maid Was shy and coy, Very good tactics When girl meets boy. ALFRED BABINI He hasn't got dimples, He hasn't got curlsg But as football captain, He gets all the girls. ANNA BAGNI We never saw the heart- shaped face Of which the poet sings Till we inspected Anna- She owns one of the things. AGNES BARLOW Not one ounce of pretense, No feathers, no fuss- We think that she has Personality plus. LOUISE BERNAGOZZI In quiet meditation With serious concentration She works upon her notes: But we must all the truth re- veal, No history notes command such zeal- Upon love notes she dotes. DORRIS BLISS That you will bear gracefully As Editor-in-Chief Words of praise or censure Is our firm belief .

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10 THE PILGRIM Continued from Page 7 in the struggle to get the women into the patrol wagon. Ringleaders Virginia Mitchell and Charlotte Raymond were fined fifty cents and sentenced to a night in jail by Judge Charles Anderson. Sybil Feinberg, lawyer, rushed down from New York to defend the women and to try to persuade the judge to change his decision, but he merely smiled at her patiently. The next day one candidate quietly dropped out of the campaign for President. Audrey's plane was spectacular! Not only did it have speed to burn, but it contained conveniences that were finer than those to be found in most homes. We had just about time to eat, prink, and change our clothes before we reached Detroit, where we were eager to visit the Davidson and Walker automo- bile plants where the monthly style show was being held. Their cars were the last word in streamlined perfection, and we desired especially to meet the designers. Reaching the plant, we were taken to the main offices after we had been searched by two officers who were on guard at the gate. Guards Paul Samp- son and Allen Wall decided that it would be permissible for us to inspect the plant, and Gilbert Tavares. another of the husky guards, all of whom thought they were little tough guys in society, was detailed to show us around. We passed through room after room where girls were working busily. In fact, it wasn't long before we realized that only girls were employed in these ofHces- and all pulse-warming de-icers at that. In one of the offices we saw Michelena Ruggiero, energetically snapping gum and displaying her new suit to Enis Capozucca and Aurora Janeiro. Sud- denly, the appearance of Lillian Hall, personnel director, brought a sharp change in the atmosphere. Miss Hall, who believed in meeting life's crises sensibly, walked slowly up and down the aisles, and severely reprimanded Louise Perrault, who was engaged in combing her golden locks. Miss Hall decided that the iiibbertigibbety girls needed a talk on business etiquette, and we heard just a bit, but enough. of her rousing speech before we faded out. Olga Montali, secretary to Walker, led us into his office. The room was start- ling. We saw none of the conventional equipment, but instead, comfortable divans and chairs, a few tables, and a huge blackboard at one end of the room. Oliver Davidson and Charles Walker, owners of this plant, were sitting around a table, with Harris Frim, treasurer, of the company, and Robert Tedeschi, tak- ing notes on the discussion. The men were gazing rapturously at a group of models whom they had hired to pose beside their cars for advertising pur- poses. The girls strolled lingeringly around the room. Phemie Gascoyne, famous sports star, who was roughing up her back hair, was first. Following her came Bar- bara Harlow, Glamour Girl No. 999, swathed in silver fox furs and weaving towards her two would-be employers like a big moment just coming into their lives. Louise Bernagozzi, waving her eyelashes, and Dorothy Wollaston. Hash- ing that Kiss-me-kid look, walked with assurance in front of Grace Dick- son, Miss America of 1952? Unable to choose from among them, Walker and Davidson hired all the girls. During the beauty parade two men had entered the room. Walking to the blackboard, they proceeded to make fantastic sketches, quite unconcerned with the display of pulchritude. Ob- viously they had become immune to woman's helplessly adoring expression and crafty wiles. The great designers were none other than Gabriel Luiz and Tony Carbone. The girls, all of whom believed that men were convenient to have around, immediately clustered about them and begged to have their pictures drawn. The room had been in an uproar when we entered, and we had come in unnoticed. We left unnoticed. Peering anxiously around for Miss Barlow, who had slipped away in the confusion, we found her surrounded by a group of Workers. Edging into the circle, we beheld her teaching them how to dance. We saw Everett Lanman, Charles Tavares, and Bob Fortini watch- ing with animation as swing began to sway their souls. The group quickly dispersed when the foreman, Arthur Ruemker, appeared and scolded them with the quiet pleasure of a person twisting a knife in a wound. Miss Pozzi pulled Agnes away impatiently, and we departed. A few hours later, entering Dallas, Texas, we found a deserted city, where only stragglers were to be seen on the street. A ghost town, we thought. but we could hear the echo of faint cheering and we walked in the direction from Continued on Page 25

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12 THE PILGRIM WARREN BORGATTI He's changed his mind About being late, It's really no trouble To be here at eight. CATHERINE BOUTIN We'd give hostage to fortune, A wealth of treasured stores- We'd give almost anything To own a smile like yours. JOHN BREWER Let the dead past bury its dead, Our faith in him is restored- Since that Day in Junior High School No speech has had him floored. ROBERT BRIGGS Some choose a mild and minc- ing gait, Some favor the sinuous glide, But he reaches his objective With a bold and vigorous stride. ROBERT CADORETTE We gaze at her in great sur- prise Unbelief is in our eyes- For when to her we bent to bow We found out Chicky was his cow. ENIS CAPOZUCCA If you chew two sticks a day, A pauper you will be- We feel you should be subsi- dized By Mr. William Wrigley. ANTHONY CARBONE Draw a schoolgirls picture And win a schoolgirls smile: It makes a smoothe approach, my lad- And that is most worth while. GEORGE CAVICCHI Once a week, we've noticed, He's an absentee- Can it be he seeks relief From our company? LOIS CHANDLER From the beginning to the end Of our high school days No act of yours need we de- fend. For you-only praise! LILLIAN COGGE SHALL She will not long Succumb to sorrow, She knows the sun Will shine tomorrow. STANLEY COOK Look, look, lookie! Here comes Cookie. And he's not passing by- He's the treasurer of our class So we know the reason why. HAROLD CORVINI Since your father raises chick- ens And your brother deals in oil, We fancy you've already felt The dignity of toil.