Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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ELEANOR TASSINARI She bowled a score of ninety, And sighed with great relief- The second string was lower, Her victory was brief. ALICE TAVERNELLI Very politely we asked her to sing- Practiee Makes Perfect was our first choice: Very politely Alice replied, I subscribe to the title-but haven't the voice. RICHARD TOUPIN The Carver road Needs much repair: But even the old one Will get you there. EDWARD TRAVERS He has a sense of humor rare, Of that we're very well a- ware- Don't think his hearty laughs are bold, A very funny joke's been told. ROSE VALENZIANO When she really hits her stride, She can talk at such a rate We feel the need of a machine Her speed to calculate. LEONA VANNAH We can safely Trust her tongue: In the middle It is not hung. Page 20 MARTHA VICKERY The Muse of Poetry and Song Might well have been her nurse: Today she can provide us With music or with verse. WILLIAM VICKERY Time after time We knock them down, But you set them up Without a frown. BARBARA VIETS Stockings and sweaters So quickly go! Barbie's a knit-witp That we all know! SHIRLEY WEEDEN At a game or movie She has a stature such That, unlike her midget sisters, She's not bothered much. KATHLEEN WHITE Kathleen is a twin! we say, And skeptical looks we bear-- For all they have in common Is the color of their hair. NORMA JEAN WHITE School is no place of wrath and tears But a place to work- And this obligation She's not inclined to shirk.

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EDITH SKULSKY When school is done, For home 'she'll run To don her slacks- She must relax. BERNIOE SMITH We seldom see her talking, She seems to us most shy- She concentrates on other things: Report cards do not lie. ESTHER SMITH She's simple and sweet And tr6s, tres petiteg To her Stewart's acting Is life's greatest treat. MARY SMITH Her vigilance is eternal, Her eye is keen and clear- While she's serving as libra- rian, N0 book will disappear. DOROTHY SOUZA Seated each day at her type- writer, She merrily taps the keys And accomplishes her purpose With comparative grace and ease. FRANCIS STAS All that you do We may not condone, But we have only praise When you play the trombone. AUGUSTA STEFANI She thinks more of landscapes Than many seniors do, In fait, she stands on Prospect Hil Just to enjoy the view. DEAN STEVENS We cover our eyes So we don't have to look At Dean in an apron Ready to cook. HAROLD STRASSENL In basketball, football, And baseball, too, The honor of good sport Goes straight to you. DONALD STUDLEY To our success at sleuthing We do not point with pride, For he must have at least one fault That cannot be denied. BARBARA SULLIVAN Riotous colors in sweaters Make her senses reel- For her only the pastels Have the least appeal. LAURA SYLVIA We'll lift the lid on one thing And let you take a peek: If you would meet a charming miss, You need no further seek. Page 19

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BETTY WHITING As soothing as a gentle rain, As sweet as budding flower- With her disposition She needs no other dower. HELEN WHITING She makes herself useful In more ways than one, And she handles assignments As if they were fun. FREDERICK WIRZBURGER At the risk of seeming greedy We wish that we possessed A hundredth part of all the dimes We've paid at his behest. BARBARA WOOD If Hedy Lamarr is your ideal, You needn't take it so hard: For here we've found her counterpart Right in our own backyard. RICHARD WOOD We have a milkman in our class, His product's of the best- Were he himself inspected, Rick , too, would pass the test. HAZEL WRIGHTINGTON Our attempts at reformation Have left us quite forlorn: The load of conversation By others must be borne. OLIVE WRIGHTINGTON 'FPUPP modest miss passing by.. fleeting smile, friendly eye- THE CROSSROADS OF LIFE As we start upon our journey At the crossroads of our life, Some may fail and others conquer In the stress of earthly strife. In our lives let's lifve with kindness, Acts of lore will calm our fears- What 'Ive sou' in life's bright springtime We shall reap in later years. At the portals of the future We now stand in silence awed- All our cherished hopes' fulfillment Rests 'within the palm of God. Let us live that each tomorrow Find our race with courage run- W hen we pass to realms of glory, May the greeting be Well Done. MARY QUINLAN '41 Page 21