Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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Pflgir' llhllE lllllll. :dll lldllmllrlllllllli hls day I5 qours to test uour worth And mount one run above the rest Although ofpalnthere 15 no dearth ln contments to east and wesl: The Crass of Fortu One ma tru To climb the ladder of success Andmaq the Golden Rule applu This agltatron to suppress Be glad that Lpou are living here And do Lpour best to pioneer These mrght have been the words of one Who lo these manu uears ago Stood staunch until the cause was w Nor let thls land of ours forego Th lorq of a pattern hrr ht OT! The brotherhood of state and slate To spread a hght ln blaoltest mght And ln tlus world perpetuate The value of a umon one for all An all for one thls 15 our call Wesley Nlokers on

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MRS. MIRIAM A. RAYMOND Reprool' on her lips, but a smile in her eyes. -Lover MISS AMY M. RAFTER Close as you will your eyes divine, Still through their lids I feel them shine. -Stoddard MR. MARIO J. RO MR. RICHARD SMILEY Tushl Tushl fear boys with bugs. -Shalcespeare MISS MARGIE E. WILBER What a monstrous tail our cat has got! -Carey MANO The very hairs of your head are all numbered. -N ew Testament D 1 MR. JOHN H. WALKER It is not good that the man should be alone. Old Testatment l l In testimony whereof I hereunto se': mv hand and, with faith in the continued patience and understanding of the faculty, declare this to be the last will and testa- ment of the Class of 1941. DOROTHY MORTON '41 Page 29

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Z? - - 3 LITERATURE R-Foal' PINDAR'S REVENGE H a hiss of I'lying spray, the sleek ittle schooner Pinda-r boomed over the blue water before a stiff south- easter. To the westward scarcely a mile away, the high, rounded outline of an island stood silhouetted in the rays of the setting sun. The white strip of beach shadowed by a fringe o-f tall palms that lined the shore, the dark green of bushes that ran to the top of a steep hill, the surf breaking on the reef that surrounded SeXton's Bay were plainly visible. Clint Davis squatted on the deck, his back against the cabin side, splicing a rope with a marlinspike dangling from his wrist. He glanced ahead as his vessel approached the bay. The tide was still flooding, coming in strong. Astern. a thick 'bank of thunderheads was piling up in the east. There would be a squall on the turn of the tide to- night, he was certain. It was dangerous for a sailing vessel to be caught in the narrow reaches of Sexton's Pass by a sudden squall. It had been several years since his last visit here. He glanced toward the top of Sexton's Hill. It seemed as though a small space on the crest had been cleared of bushes. He gazed in- tently at the bald spot above. He fancied he saw a figure move up there, but, before he could make sure, the movement of the boaxt brought a clump of palms between him and the hilltop. The man aft was steering. He stood up. the better to see ahead, pulling his hat down to shade his eyes. A heavy hand was needed no-w. If a ship struck on the edge of fthe pass, it wouldmft last long. The Pindar crossed the bar. Down the center of the channel the white schooner rolled and swung while the blue-green rocks showed albove the surface less than a cable s length away. The channel turned to the right and The Pindar followed the blue water of the passage. The little basin, entered through the narrow cut, was secure haven even during a hurricane. The schooner cleared the entrance. and swung up to fthe no-rth. The sails flut- tered as the wind left them, and -the crew of three ably took them in. Clint Davis quickly tucked his knife back into the sheath on his belrt. His eyes streaked along the cliff a foot above the surface of the Walter. The high tide mark showed plainly. He raised his head above the level of the cabintop. In the little gap between the main -boom he saw it. A long, black hull was moored right in the center of the pond, a black sinister shape, low lying, with the slim muzzle of a gun. pointed directly at them. Behind that gun stood two men. At the sight Clinlt Davis crouched and sprang overboard. The water closed over him, cutting off his yell of warning. So quickly ha-d he moved that the iron marlinspike was still fastened around his waist. His crew was frozen to immovabillity. There came a loud, earspliting craslh and The Pindar dis- integrated in the din which followed. The explosion of the tive-inch shell was so terrific th-at the dory trailing astern flew up into the air and burst into splinters before it hit the water. Clinft Davis was deep under water when the concussion occurred, and it drove the air from his lungs. He came up fast, caught his breath, and instinc- tively dived again as pieces of plank, rope, and timber showered the spot he had just left. He swam underwater to the beach opposite the position of the submarine. The long shadows of the setting sun slowly spread over the pond. With the sunset the wind died down. A hush fell, broken only by the low murmur from out on the reef. Clinxt Davis watched a small boat with half a dozen men in it put out from the island. He hefted the marlinspike Page 31