Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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14 THE PILGRIM JOHN GALLO He worked hard on the ad- vance sale Of tickets for our dance. He isn't one who likes to leave Everything to chance. ALPHONSE GAMBINI If the day should ever come When we lack bread and meat. We'd bank on past acquain- tance: We'd know just where to eat. WARREN GARUTI If he labored as hard at his lessons As he does at basketball. We believe it would be quite possible For him to surprise us all. EUPHEMIA GASCOYNE If she plays in life As she plays in a game, Here is a winner! We proudly proclaim. PHYLLIS GOLDSTEIN Ah! sweet mystery of life, You won't envelop meg Cupid's dart I can avoid For me a career there'll be. BARBARA GRISWOLD If you do not believe her, You're naught but a dolt- More flies can be caught With sugar than salt. X... OLGA GUIDABONI We've questioned her and others, But no matter how We try We cannot learn the reason for That twinkle in her eye. RALPH HALE Ralphie's hobby is setting traps Around some shady pool, He wants to catch some musk- rats To show before the school. LILLIAN HALL Four walls may make a hall- Still no hall but her could hold Such wholly boundless energy Combined with a heart of gold! HELEN HAMILTON We think you should take les- sons From a man named Scheid: He could teach you how to speak To wake the countryside. BARBARA HARLOW Cheerful, but not capricious Alert, but not suspicious Able, but not oificious Class '40 Secretary. LAURA HEATH She rolls her eyes ecstatically, She chafes at slight delay- The reason for her restless- ness? Why-Googy's on his way.

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THE PILGRIM 13 ELIZABETH COVELL Though a secretary She may be, We'1l remember her struggle In Typewriting III. HENRY DARSCI-I No Mitter we've found On land or sea- Unique we use With accuracy. OLIVER DAVIDSON Pardon my western accent. And forgive me my Yes, ma'am: Plymouth is not my birthplace, A Chicago lad I am. MARGARET DECOST She'1l do an imitation, You may pay for what you will- ' From Baby Snooks to Garbo Your requests she'll fill. GRACE DICKSON Half out of her chair She waits for the bell, But Cookie gets there Running pell mell. ELIZABETH DUPUIS What goes on within her heart We may never know: Romantic may her ideas be. She won't tell us so. FRANK ENOS News test for him May be a game, We knew more joy Before they came. SYBIL FEINBERG Sybil's smile is Winsome, Her voice is sweet and low- Sybil's hair-but why go on? Sybil's nice to know. EDWARD FERNANDES et gay We recognize as his- So Edward tries to brighten The corner where he is. ROBERT FORTINI Step right this way! You'l1 want to meet Our class plutocratg The fact he has a private car Is proof enough of that. HARRIS FRIM He shows no vulnerability ,I To feminine advances- He means to 'climb the road 'to fame 'H ' With naught to spoil his chances. FRANK GALLO Older, wiser men than he At Fortune rant and curse, But, when she frowns on him, He thinks, It could be much worse. Green striped pantsand jack-

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THE PILGRIM 15 AURISSA HOLMES I decide what I want, And then I go get itg Determined am I To get my due credit. JULIA HOLMES What Cedarville has That Plymouth lacks Is stranger to us Than Rip1ey's facts. WILLIAM IDE Books may be important. School may be very good: It's O. K. if you like 'em. But I just never could. FRANCIS INGENITO Among his classmates he has earned A place that few could fill: On numerous committees He has labored with a will. PASQUALE IODICE If you'd know How polite he can be. You'll have to go. To the O. C. T. EUGENIA IZZO Look not for her on the middle road. For you'l1 not find her there: But search the peaks of ec- stacy Or the very depths of despair. AURORA JANEIRO I can't help it, says Loli, If my stature is so low- I've thought so much of other things I quite forgot to grow. DOROTHY JESSE A light brown station wagon Goes rolling down the lane, Dottie and her sisters Are on the go again. BARBARA KRITZMACHER Life's not meant for worry, But for laughter and for fun. Why succumb to grief and tears? Of troubles, she'll have none. EVERETT LANMAN Bashful he may be, But we think not In spite of the fact That he blushes a lot. GABRIEL LUIZ In a dozen pretty girls He finds a subject fit to paint: As for flowers and for still- life, He declares that they just ain't. ELSIE LUZ She will not leave the class- room, But lingers for a while Until a certain red head Acknowledges her smile.