Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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16 THE PILGRIM EDWARD MACCAFERRI His background is such That he thinks he can Prove the old saying, 'Clothes make the man. - Tl-IEODORA MALAGUTI We look twice And rub our eyes, But we approve Your present size. AUDREY MALOON My key to success? Pray don't be absurd! Of none but hard work Have I ever heard. DONALD MacDONALD There was ease in Casey's manner 1 i As he stepped up to the plate, But MacDonald could beat Casey We coniidently state. Cl-IARLOTE McILVANA No spotlight for her! Its pitiless glare Is one of the things She refuses to bear. ROY MCLEAN He'sethe Excalibur Of all the young blades Who've passed through our portals Within two, decades. ALDEN MITCHELL John Aldenls method He won't adopt- He'll speak for himself - He just won't be stopped! HARLEY MITCHELL He goes about his business In an unpretentious way, And honestly accomplishes The dictates of each day. VIRGINIA MITCHELL Whenever we're in trouble And don't know what is which, We know we're not entirely lost: We look for help from Mitch. EDGAR MONGAN The star he's hitched his wagon to Doesn't twinkle in the sky, She's a member of the Junior class, So he's much closer by. LOUIS MONTALI Imagination fails us! We are in despair When we try to picture Louis At fifty-with no hair. OLGA MONTALI You may be inclined To think her naive, But watch her when school's out: What a shock you'l1 receive!

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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.

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17 GLORIA MORELLI Gogo, like Jack Horner, Has her thumb in every pie, Or if, by chance, she hasn't, She'll know the reason why. GEORGE MORGADO This is really Hard to getg She's his Scarlett, He's her Rhett. JOSEPHINE MORINI Are you having any fun? Now donit you be a dunce. Why study so relentlessly? You know you're young but once. LEWIS MORTON Though rough the way And dark the day No cause for wild alarm- He'll face what strife Must come in life With dignity and calm. GEORGE MOSKOS Veni, vidi, vici, Says he of his Latin test- And he's no idle boaster. He just likes to do his best. HELEN MURRAY Cupid, Cupid, I've been think- ing That my life would be inane If it were not for your arrow- Must I really wait in vain? DOROTHY MUSTO Chatterbox, chatterbox, All the day long- But no more of the words Can we use from the song. CHARLES NICKERSON With rod and gun he proudly proves Himself to be a winner, And many a girl would gladly serve A duck for Sunday dinner. MARY NICKERSON Shorthand is not easy Though she does her very best, But we give credit where it's due- She'll always pass the test. GENEVIEVE PATTURELLI She has so many trinkets She ought to start a store: Just as soon as onels been worn, She buys herself some more. MILTON PENN He refuses To fume and fret, He's the happiest person We've ever met. LOUISE PERRAULT As delightful as the morning, As refreshing as the rain, And still she can be practical- She is no scatterbrain.