Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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THE PILGRIM GDMLQ WAY The glacier moves thro' valleys deep, la mountainstreacherous and steep: e river winds its course of old Thro'deserts parched and plains grown cold Each follows easily the way That God made on Creation Day But each one meets some barricatle Thro' which no trace of path is 1d1dQ Yet it moves onward toward the seag Each ftnds its way or makes one. And as we live and love and hate, Too oft accept our measured late, We fall exhausted at the wall, DeIeatecl,weak,and sfmurn the call 'Io stronger life-,wh ch is our own 'lb reach,attain, tho' backward thrown. 'Rear down thiswall and place each rock 'lb form a stairway block on block, 'Ib vanquish late, success achieve: We'll find our way or make one! John Brewer '-1-o E

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CLASS HISTORY MADE EASY SEPT OET NOV DEC JAN FEB NAR APR MAY JUNE Z -RET U ' IZ C A N N' I 61 5 0 it y S I f mf' - Q-.Tm f fa ,Q in at E 4 , , . 61 , ff VXI T 'T ilk- U f ffl N -P m W J ff Z iffy c LLISSIS ' - ,, ' Xifmcazrn E i rgmigig 439' A li DANCE XMA5... ,, W- JQQQSR SHIINAN Q rLA:sla'w.uAna CALM S O c , C Ywo CA M Uifils U A X 5 A 1 LLMUNI X' . BFI-TJVKLRE spoglr 5' : Ap Offrkp BLFAORE , .LF- QADQ 'limi DANCE lpifvggf 3 :55 Bbw, mc, iam font vi NUI I 7 5 , I ' x I W M rf Q X KLRQXI-k HAMLET B qi? if SEN SAE? J X 'maid N L ,7 Q fqjsiiisxzr ,fi NJ R . 1 97 2213- ,, N ju! sum x if TY C, 15-D Wir ' xMASf!,f' VF' 4 ON! NQ f Mfp' Y viva' L in . , LA Ili, IN TRIBUTE DURING the past four years the Na- tional Society Daughters of the American Revolution has sponsored a Good Citizenship Pilgrimage among the students of the senior classes in public high schools throughout the country. When the Class of 1940 of Plymouth High School chose its best citizen, it voted for the girl who possessed these four qual- ities of character to an outstanding de- gree: dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism. For the past three years Lois Chand- ler has served her class and school in many ways. As a sophomore she was prominent in sports, playing basketball, badminton, and baseball. While a jun- ior, she was a member of the Junior Press Club and was appointed to the staff of the school annual. She was also one of the most active entertainers in the P. H. S.-Capades. Lois was elected to the Massasoit Chapter of the National Honor Society, and served on the com- mittee for the Junior Promenade. Now, as a senior, she has risen to the position of Senior Features Editor on THE PIL- GRIM. She played a fine comedy role in the school play, and served on the Senior Dance Committee and the Senior Pic- tures Committee. In June she will graduate with high scholastic honors. Lois is active in the community, for she is a junior member of the Plymouth M'oman's Club and Secretary of the Jun- ior Alliance of the Unitarian Church. Her dependability and efficiency make her a welcome worker in any group, and her good sense and good humor have won her many friends. The Class of 1940 is proud of its best girl citizen. Domus BLISS '40 SCREEN REVIEW OF 1940 Naughty But Nice-The Class of 40 Disputed Passage-Corridor b e t W e e n Junior and Senior High School Each Dawn I Die-No homework done Golden Boy-John Brewer Our Leading Citizen-Lois Chandler Some Like It Hot-Giovanetti's Orches- tra Stronger Than Desire-The odor from the chemistry lab They All Came Out-To the Mad Hat- ters They Asked For It-The class colors Thunder Afioat-The Football Squad Winter Carnival-February Vacation Quick Millions-School Banking System Youth Takes a Fling-In Brewster's beachwagon Another Thin Man-Harold Rogers Emergency Squad-To move the piano The Women-Last period English class- Room 301 Here I Am A Stranger-Honor Society Initiation

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THE PILGRIM 29 V I'4iT,v:'g,,.,,.. :Jar x .. i'1-'it-Q, I , 'A gif! lr- -J s Kg., it . B, i i..s.iu.ia CHANG THE news circulating through the neighborhood that Chang's death had been caused by an automobile would have made him indignant. For the bet- ter part of seven years he had dashed across busy thoroughfares, expertly weaving his way among the cars with never an accident. His death resulted from poisoning, and the end was quick and painless. He had led a carefree life, the pedi- greed pet of an adoring household. Ever since the first day he had been intro- duced into the family, just a soft muff of fur with large, brown eyes and every bit as wide as he was long, he had been loved by the family and neighborhood. Harsh words elicited by the sight of muddy prints on the clean spread or the necessity of a few sharp blows with the leash when a piece of meat was mysteri- ously missing brought remorse to the heart of the punisher as acutely as it did to the culprit. Everybody knew Chang, for he was no ordinary Chow dog. He possessed neither an uncertain temper, nor the will to fight for which this breed is known. He was patient to the extent of allowing little children to pull his Ucurlycue tail , and he made many pennies for his little mis- tress by obligingly opening his mouth to show the astonished youngsters his dark blue tongue and gumS. He even permitted the prodding of the fingers of the unbelievers who wanted to make sure he hadn't been eating blueberry pie or drinking ink. He was so happy that, in spite of be- ing handicapped by dumbness. he trans- mitted some of his joy to us, and the sight of the wagging tail and little bronze body surging with vitality always brought a smile to our lips no matter how great our troubles. Chang was possessed, naturally e-nough, with a dislike for felines, but he would bear the sly tricks of Turkey. the family cat, with patient amusement, only administering a light cuff with his shaggy paw when the cat became too lively. Everybody misses Chang, and. al- though other pets have come and gone, none can ever quite take the place he holds in our hearts. Domus BLISS '40 THE THIN MAN AS long as the school band played mil- ' ' itary marches, John Thomas listened attentivelyg but as soon as a speaker began extolling the achievements of the School Board, other thoughts began to creep into his mind, and his eyes strayed from the stage, over housetops, and past the water tower. Johnnie was thinking about fathers, all boys' fathers in gen- eral, and his own beloved father in particular-yes, about his own dear father, Harold Thomas, the kind, under- standing fifth-grade teacher, the upright, loyal citizen, and the gentle, loving parent. What a pity, though, that he should have been so very weak, so very delicate in constitution! Why couldn't God make all fathers big and strong with muscles like steel? Why had He chosen to make his father a frail man with thin, weak arms? A shudder swept over the boy. Per- haps something the speaker had said had penetrated his attention and made him again remember the awful horror of that day, some three years before, when the old school building had quaked on its foundation and had almost exploded in his face. The classroom floor was quiv- ering again! The walls were crashing all about him! The girls and boys were screaming in terror! His leg actually hurt, too, just as it had that day when a timber from the ceiling had snapped the bone just below his knee! Now, more vividly than when it happened, his mind's eye saw his father, straining frantically with what little strength there was in his thin arms, trying des- perately to pull shut the fire door that would keep the flames in the adjacent room from entering the fifth-grade classroom. By closing the door, Harold Thomas hoped to give his trapped pupils a stronger chance of being rescued. However, he lacked the strength to pull the door shut and became frantic in his