Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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6 THE PILGRIM Class Prophecy Those who read need shed no tears: We know full well we are no seers. The following article appeared in the New York Times, on July 7, 1952: Well-known novelist plans tour of the United States. She is gathering ma- terial for a most unusual book, in which she will use many old acquain- tances as characters. She . . . The article continues, but let us change the scene. Two girls occupy a luxurious New York apartment. One is walking excitedly up and down, the other is sitting languidly in a comfort- able chair. 'Tm sure I don't know where she could be! I exclaimed, mentally wring- ing my hands. You always told me that Miss Chand- ler was such an efficient secretary, Gloriaf' was Agnes Barlow's only com- ment. She is, I answered hotly. Some- thing weird must have happened to detain her! She has been gone four weeks now. The assignment you gave her must have proved diflicultf' Aggie smugly replied, knocking my words down my throat un- til I practically choked. Possibly. I received one letter from her from Chicago last week. In it she said that she is bringing Margaret DeCost, famous dress designer, with her. Margaret has just returned from Europe. I expected them yesterdayf' A door slammed in the rear of the apartment, and Lois Chandler, Mar- garet DeCost, and a small, dark-haired girl entered the room. They were fol- lowed by our two favorite bell-hops, Louis Montali and Thomas Pimental, who were barely visible under an enor- mous pile of luggage. I have your list of people. It took four long and tedious weeks to get it, and I even had to hire another secretary to help me. I brought her back with me so that you could either pay her the salary that is due her, or, perhaps, keep her. Miss Chandler paused, breathless. But you are my secretary. I don't need another one! I rebelled. You needn't worry about that! She can be mine. Meet Miss Pozzi. Her first name is Tina. I greeted Miss Pozzi and readily assented to Miss Chandlerls idea. An- other secretary would be of assistance on my trip, although I rather resented the idea of hiring a secretary for my secretary. Still the inference was that I was a person of some importance-and this was flattering, if costly. Let's shuffle along, Agnes called from an adjoining roorn. I have every- thing ready. But how are we going? questioned Miss Chandler. The room was so silent we could hear our brains knocking. We contemplated -but, before we could all reach the same conclusion, we heard a frightening roar above our heads, and a gray streak whizzed past the terrace, circled, and landed on sixteen wheels! It resembled an extremely large bullet. Like an answer to a prayer, Audrey Maloon, world famous aviatrix, stepped non- chalantly from the machine. I was a little dubious about the huge, gray bullet, but, as the others were en- thusiastic, I had as little choice as a bone at a dog fight. We went over and examined our conveyance. It really was a plane! Collecting our bags, we climbed aboard. Our conscientious Margaret turned to the gaping bell-hops and tipped them. That's for service de luxe, she said like a condescending pat on the head. By this time the mana- ger of the hotel, George Moskos, had ap- peared to bid us carbolic acid, which is ggod-bye in any language, and we were o ! I turned to wave goodbye to my dear friend, Miss Liberty, but she was no- where to be seen. Before we were quite certain that we had left New York, we had landed in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I marveled at the accomplishment of the plane-and of Audrey Maloon. At the airport, pilots Charles Nicker- son and Bradford Smith came running over, followed by mechanic William Ide. They eagerly inspected the plane. Brad- ford, still nuts about planes, begged like a worm to be allowed to try the new model, but Audrey showed no more sympathy than a robin. Will Ide, mean- While, with a hammer in his hand, pro- ceeded alternately to tap and pound the plane to determine how soundly it was constructed. Subconsciously, I compared his maneuvers to those of a doctor giving a physical examination.

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THE PILGRIM 5 Biographies lin Silhouette President of the Class of 1940 . . . has dark hair and dark eyes and five feet, ten inches of height to add forcefulness and impressiveness to his thundering oratory . . . desires, as we might imagine, to be another Daniel Webster . . . has pet aver- sion for people who don't speak loudly enough at assembles to be heard all over the hall . . . enjoys Walking because it is good exercise . . . born in Plymouth on January 31, 1923 . . . serves on the S. A. S. .. that his greatest accomplishment has been in the oratorical field, specifically, his 1939 Lincoln Day Speech, He Could Take It . . . owes his success to the generous hand of good fortune. ROBERT BRIGGS Efficient Secretary of our class . . . five feet, three inches tall . . . has brown hair worn in page-boy fashion and brown eyes . . . answers to the name of Babe . . . staunchly dis- approves, and says this is her pet peeve . . . can't resist pickles . . . states however, that she likes any kind of food that is placed before her . . . devotes time to tennis and basketball but main- tains she is no good at either . . . be it the Old Professer himself, or Harry Babbitt's charms, thinks Kay Kyser's Orchestra is super- super . . . spends spare time knitting . . . served as captain of the hockey team in her Senior year . . . Secretary of the Honor . owns most novel of pets, a calf . . . feels HAROLD SCHEID Vice-President . . . five feet, eight inches of energy . . . constantly in action . . . has blue eyes that radiate fun and sin- cere friendship for all, and strai ht blonde hair that his Public never sees mussed . . . called Ulsobbyn by his especial friends . . . sometimes, Maisie because his middle name is Mason . . . has great desire to beat the Baron', . . . is going to Harvard . . . reveals fondness for baked bananas . . . states with con- viction that he abhors eggs in any shape or form . . . admits, fearing an inconsistency, he does like them in cake . . . enjoys tennis . . . born in Plymouth, October 2, 1923 . . . is a member of the Beach Wagon Drivers' Organization . . . was vice- president of the S. A. S. when a Junior . . . served on the Honor Society, Honor Group, and Pilgrim Staff . . . admires Abraham Lincoln most of all famous men . . . says he owes his success to study. Society . . . member of the S. A. S., Pilgrim Staff, and Honor - Group . . . born in STANLEY COOK this Pilgrim town on February 1, 1922. BARBARA HARLOW Guardian of our class treasury . . . is five feet, seven and one-half inches tall . . . has greenish brown eyes that betray the tease that he is, and light brown hair . . . sadly needs the aid of bobby pins to keep it out of his eyes . . . nicknamed Cookie . . . is called Bunny occasionally because of his unforgettable role in The Mad Hatters . . . is, possibly, humoring Mrs. Ray- mond when he says that fresh green peas are his favorite gas- tronomic delight . . . enjoys camping trips . . . says the finest sport is ice hockey because it's fast . . . admitse his pet peeve is quarreling with Lois Chandler . . . likes the color green, for no particular reason . . . was born in Worcester, Massachusetts, November 19, 1922 . . . was on S. A. S. in his Sophomore and Junior years . . . is in his glory when behind the wheel of the family Chrysler . . . also has a passion for beach Wagons . . . any kind but Fords.

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THE PILGRIM 7 If there weren't something organically wrong by the time he finished, it wouldn't be his fault. After Audrey clouded up and rained her refusal on them, they walked dejectedly away. We were greeted by air stewardess, Peggy Roncarati, who took us to one of the adjacent restaurants, which, we dis- covered, was owned by Alfonse Gam- bini. He had become used to having his money yell, not whisper, Peggy in- formed us. Due to the great success of his business ventures, he owned a chain throughout the country. We decided to visit the steel mills first, for we had learned that they were owned by a shrewd quartet who pos- sessed hearts of stainless steel-Warren Borgatti, Frank Ingenito, Umberto Stanghellini, and Warren Garuti. The tour was unexciting, but as interesting as any expedition which requires the inspection of large quantities of machin- ery could be, and the workers appeared to be very happy. At least Bruno Adamo, Frank Gallo, and Roy McLean were whistling while they worked. Stopping to peer into one of the of- fices, we spied William Riley, head of the employment department, sleeping soundly. Manuel Amaral and Harley Mitchell, who had been busily painting a sign, now admired their handiwork and hung it on the door of Riley's office. Approaching. we read: Out of Order ! ! We started back to our plane. On the way Agnes passed a newspaper stand owned by Peter Sylvia and Mary Nick- erson, and here Agnes. with the idea of improving our minds, purchased a paper. Then we scrambled into the plane, each clutching her favorite sec- tion of the paper. Make the next stop Washington. Audrey, called Aggie. It must be very exciting there with national elections impending! This paper savs that Robert Briggs, renowned Harvard professor. is the candidate of the Never Sav Die party, and his brisk manner, tireless energy. and fine intellect. are certain to impress the electorate. Harold Scheid, our senior class president, is the candi- date for the Straight from the Shoul- der partyg Scheid has made some really brilliant speeches. and he intends to win -slowly but surely! Margaret looked up from her paper, Here's something about Representative Mongan. He has little to say about the election, and consistently refuses to fore- cast its result. Both Briggs and Scheid are good friends of his. Perhaps Mon- gan is too much occupied with his social obligations in the capital to be deeply concerned about the presidential cam- paignf' Who says so? I asked. Editor Stanley Cook! Stanley is no longer the dashing Romeo of our school days. He now advocates social reform with great determination, and is as well- known for his vigorous writing as West- brook Pegler was twelve years ago. Also on the staff of the paper we found some classmates who had entered the field of journalism. Helen Hamilton was both the beauty editor and fashion reviewer. Barbara Kritzmacher was in charge of the household department, and took great satisfaction in offering each day new receipes which she had glee- fully concocted ten minutes before they went to press. Clifford Sampson was the star reporter, and Barbara Griswold had made a great success of her column, Advice to the Lovelornf' Charles Anti did a comic strip, and we observed with some dismay that his characters were still using jokes he had tried out on us years ago! We arrived in Washington in the midst of a riot. People were gathered on the sidewalks watching a group of wo- men who were carrying large signs say- ing, We want our rights. Weill finish the fight that started seventy years ago. The onlookers were very much amused by all this. The leader was Lillian Coggeshall, at her best when in- volved in a really heated argument. She was the women's candidate for Presi- dent. Eleanor Welch was busily pass- ing pamphlets among the people. The women thought that the men had been the pants of the federal government long enough, and that it was time that the petticoats demonstrated how the job should be done. Among the group of determined feminists we saw Elizabeth Dupuis, Josephine Morini, and Elizabeth Covell. Lawyers Anna Bagni and Dor- othy Musto, prepared for any opposition, followed the group in a large, yellow limousine. Hearing the scream of police sirens, we ran to our plane for safety. We would visit Washington, D. C., at some other time when the lid was off the pot and the water couldn't boil so vigor- ously! That was a wise decision, for We later learned that so furious a battle had occurred that patrolmen Henry Darsch, Alfred Sitta, and Peter Sa were injured Continued on Page 10