Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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RONALD BUTTERFIELD Like honest criticism? D'you take it if you can? For, if you like straightforward- ness. Ron' ButterIie1d's your man! GEORGE BUTTERS We know he can be bellicose If he feels he cannot yield, But for the most part he re- serves His flght for the football fleld. MARJORIE CAMPBELL On those days when book re- ports Are certain to be written, With some mysterious malady Our Marjorie is smitten. GEORGE CANUCCI If in the years that lie ahead We find we're in a jam, We'll call on him to help us In the courts of Uncle Sam. ROBERT CARLISLE He should own a. rooster And learn to heed its call, Then getting where he should be Would be no task at all. HENRY CARVALHO In any group he's welcome: His genial spirit serves To calm conflicting spirits And quiet jangled nerves. Page 1 0 rag fl' EDWARD CAVICCHI When we think of Edward, There's no need words to bandyg Now we can be terse in verse- He's our Handy Andy. EDITH CHILDS There is a gleam of copper As a sunbeam passes by. As though with auburn tresses It could hope to vie. MURDOCK CHRISTIE He's surveyed the faculty And envies no man there Except Coach Walker-with his job No other can compare. SHIRLEY COLLINS We know making posters Can often be tedious, But her skill and patience Are truly egregious. ROBERT COOK If anyone should ask us what Profession he should choose. Behind the footlightsj' we'd reply, He'd fill that Welles man's shoes! HERBERT COSTA Herbert has his formula For always keeping gay: He sits right down to toot his horn- He blows the blues away.

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DORIS BERGONZINI That Doris is industrious No one could gainsay: Her lessons and her music Fill each minute of each day. RICHARD BOTIERI We seldom see him happy, We seldom see him gay- Yet he must find enjoyment In his own peculiar way. ROBERT BOTIERI He's witty in our classes. He's prankish on the street- But on the football field he's grim In victory or defeat. DORIS BOUCHARD Doris cannot frown for long. No matter how she tries- For, though she wrinkles up her brow, There's laughter in her eyes. BERNARD BOUDROT No real need To struggle and sweat- He thinks he's found A better way yet. PHYLLIS BOUTIN Wavy hair and roguish eyes And pert. tip-tilted chin- But what we'Il all remember best Is Phyl's infectious grin! ROSETTA BOYNTON If you are convinced Oral topics are fun, You cannot see why She loathes giving one. ELEANOR BRENN ER Whether things go wrong or well, She's pleasant all the while: She has for everyone she meets A gay and charming smile. THOMAS BREWER Whene'er our band is on the march, Its music loud and clear- There is bass-drum Tommy Bringing up the rear. DAVID BRIGGS He wastes no precious moments In search of a panacea- He knows that man and boy alike Must labor without fear. MARCIA BROOKS We like your lustrous, wavy hair, We like your eyes, true blue- We sound like some romantic swain, But Marcia-we like you! GEORGE BRYANT His first love, his true love From him soon may part: Without four tires she cannot run, Sans battery, cannot start. Page 9

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HERBERT CROWELL In coat and tails And splendid derby Is not the way We picture Herbie. HAROLD DBCARLI To teach us English grammar Is what M. Raymond tries, But she gets sidetracked often By Harold's many whys. MARGARET DIAZ Patience is a virtue Possessed, we know, by you, Though tasks may be laborious We find you smiling through. PHYLLIS DIEGOLI We liked her at hrst sight, We liked her at second- The extent of our liking's Not easily reckoned. RICHARD DiSTEFANO Deftly his fingers wander Over the ivory keys, On his patient practice We could write homilies. MARY CLAIRE DONOVAN She thinks he's simply wonder- ful! We shouldn't mention names, But in this case 'twill do no ha1'm- He's Bugler Harry James! Q3 ARTHUR DOTEN No day is there So gray or grim But our spirits rise When we talk with him. DONALD DOUGLAS You may think him Meek and shy, But there is mischief In his eye. VIRGINIA DOUGLAS She refuses to be won By blandishment or guile, No quip of ours or antlc Can evoke a smile. PATRICIA DOUGLASS The blare of martial music, The sound of marching feet- And with the Plymouth High School Band She's strutting down the street. AGNES EMOND Miss Emond, you amaze us! Now won't you tell us where And when and how Qwe wish we knewli P You learned to do your hair? JAMES FILLEBROWN He has a boon companion Who has grown up with him: May he not soon be parted From his infectious grin. Page 11