Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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18 THE PILGRIM MELQUEZIDEQUE PERRY He tries to look angelic, Violin beneath his chin- But from us he cannot hide The impishness in him. DOROTHY J. PETERSON We've no complaint About your size, It has an advantage If you are wise. DOROTHY M. PETERSON Curlylocks, curlylocks, Your golden crop of curls Is, you know, the envy of All the other girls. THOMAS PIIVIENTAL Work is fatiguing, Flirting is fun: Make hay while the sun shines, Day is soon done. TINA POZZI Tina's wavy hair Tina's sparkling eye Tina's gleaming teeth Are not easily passed by. ANGELO PROVINZANO Let it be classical, Let it be swing, Duffy's right there Having his fling. GEORGE RANDALL We've been told that players Never hear the crowd's ac- claim: But we know he heeds the cheers Of one girl we could name. CHARLOTTE RAYMOND Little pitchers have big ears. At least, so we've been told: Perhaps for us she'd check the truth Of this adage old. BELLA REZENDES She has no Sir Echo, She doesn't need one- When she yells for Plymouth, The job is well done. FLORENCE RICHMOND Come rain. come shine She doesn't mind- She comes to us On the Manomet bus. RUTH and WILLIAM RILEY This little girl liked to study While this little boy liked to play. They couldn't do both together So they compromised one day. Now Ruthie helps her brother While he tries to be good. Then they both trot off to playland And behave as all twins should.

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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.

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19 BETTY ROBBINS Here restraint is Omnipresent, She is never Effervescent. HAROLD ROGERS He baffles us: For no apparent reason He becomes a different boy When basketball's in season. MARGARET RONCARATI You're a sweet little heartache, As cute as cute can be, To know her is to love her As ardently as we. LOIS ROVATTI Although we all agree that In sports you're at your best, You really don't do badly In any kind of test. ARTHUR RUEMKER We've never seen him smile. We've never seen him gay, But he must Kind his pleasure In his own peculiar way. MICHELENA RUGGIERO Mickey chewed some gum one day Which was against the rule- She had to throw that piece away And chew twenty after school. CAROLINE RUSSELL Red sails in the sunset Out where she longs to be Sailing her good ship Scaup Over the deep blue sea. FRANCES RYAN From dawn to dark His praise she sings, But he is her brother, Her king of kings. PETER SA By wheeze of harmonica And strum of guitar His presence on Cherry Street Is known from afar. JOHN ST. GEORGE His conduct is such That he must have accepted The very advice That Laertes rejected. CLIFFORD SAMPSON As ticket sellers our class isn't Mr. Mongan's pride and joy, But we can find throughout this school No equal to this boy. PAUL SAMPSON Let no Delilah string a line To learn the cause of your strength, Like Samson's it lies in your hair- In color-not in length.