Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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Our country. fears of strlfe That lightly touched Amerzca But held no threat to life Now, .war is a reality, Though vague and dimly felt W li Some years ago, vague fears assailcd w Except by those who have kno When death its blow has dealt. n pain Today we hear the drone of planes, And still the trucks roll by ,' We know full well that there's a task The patriot's flame burns high! No longer need our ,wondering youth Feel words are poorly spent That tell us we must blaze the trail To some new firmament. In truth, we have a mighty task To keep our nation frecg The torch is ours-we must not failg We fight for liberty! ELIZABETH VIETS '42 HONOR GROUP Front Row: George Canucci, Helen Shaw, Lydia Mongan, Mrs. Raymond, Faith Mill- man, Jennette Franks, Harold DeCarli Second Row: Barbara Skinner, Florinda Leal, Anna Scotti, Mary Kennedy, Connie Murray, Laura Resnick, Isabelle Pierson Third Row: Robert Wilson, Roger Whiting, Richard Gavone. Richard Wirtzburger. Robert Cook, David Briggs, Samuel Franc Page 28

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eniord on ara e AITH, a quiet young senior, wasn't quite sure whether to be angry or embarrassed when the camera broke during her appointment with the photographer . . . Sammy has finally discovered that his teacher in trigonometry is a great deal more brilliant than he is . . . If you ever ride with Eddie Johnson, look out the side window. The picket fence is an optical illusion. If you doubt our word, ask Eddie to slow down, and you will discover that the fence is composed of telephone poles . . . Don't be so downhearted, Roger, when we are critical of class meeting procedures. You may well take notice of the fact that very few pupils have initiative enough to rise to a point of order. Possibly the majority of the seniors are not entirely sure of their parliamentary law . . . We are justly proud of two members of our class who are no longer with us. They are Robert Post and Joseph Coggeshall of the United Statesl Navy . . . If girls care about such things, and we have been told that they do, we suggest the Shaw-Vitti method. We hereby nominate the Misses Shaw and Vitti as the two most coy in the class of 1942 . . . Our seniors did a commendable job in the ora- torical contest, but the younger generation just can't be beaten, . . . William' Gault and William Keller were victims of some sort of chronic malady last winter that required them to remain at home on many important exam- ination days . . . Believe it or not --Statistics prove that John Kelley has been a much better boy this past year. Of course, it is only fair to inform the student body that his throwing arm went back on him the first week of school . . . Since we have Queens of This and Queens of That, 1et's elect Janie Franks Queen of Enunciation and Pronunciation . . . We sincerely believe that George Canucci is studious, but we are not gullible enough to think that he has been discussing homelessons with Arleen all year long . . . At first we thought Lydia was well-mannered because of circumstances beyond her control, but now we have come to the conclusion that she is pleasant by nature . . . If the Class of '42 ever becamel stranded on an island, it could still expect to eat, because Russell, Griswold, Carlisle, and Fillebrown all have excellent reputations as hunters . . . Boys, is Agnes Emond correct in believing that clothes make the girl? . . . Teddy has been a French student for quite some time, but the phrase that he translates with greatest ease is cherchez la femme . . . If you believe that the only causes worth fighting for are the lost ones, try to persuade Morton Sturte- vant to speak more slowly . . . We, the Seniors, have been told by Mr. Mongan that we have maintained an exceptionally high scholastic average . . . May all our future endeavors be worthy of such high praise. Rrcrmnn GAVONE '42 Page 27

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T! f i ,P LITERPQTURE ,QQ N 3 CON TEN TM EN T Few are the hearts .where true content Does in its fullness dwell, And few are those who rightly prize Its calm and holy spell. He who true contentment feels, However low his lot, Holds in his hand a jewel rare That .will forsake him not. R-Pesf SEASCAPE Laces of foam on dazzling shores Encrust the hem of the ocean strand, Gleaming, glistening, shining and white, Capriciously tossed by the ocean's hand. Star-spattered skies shine darkly on high,' Limpid, the ocean lies sleeping below. Sighing in slumber, tossing a bit While the breeze croons a Barcarolle ELsn-: SALMI 42 soft and low- DIANA IN DECEMBER The moon In shimmering, silvery silence Shakes streams of scintillating snow- stars From out her sable cloak Upon a sleeping countryside. Then, sweeping up her silken skirts, She silently departs: And as she steals away to meet the sun- rise, She looks back, sees that all is peace, And smiles. JENNETTE Fmmxs '42 NOCTURNAL VISITANT I see the fog roll in at night And hide the winking stars from view. It steals and creeps on muffled feet And veils our town in dismal hue. Along the roads the street lights bright Are now choked by this clutching dew. When morning comes, the fog takes leave And drifts on to some other place: Our town stands out in sunshine blessed. The roads, wet from the fog's em- brace, Give ample proof for all to know- A London night has passed in space. G1-:onus CANUcc1 '42 TRAVELLING MAN Christopher Clifford is packing his bag, Christopher's going home- He's travelling light with a change for the night, But he won't need a toothbrush or comb. Christop.her's taking a bottle or two, For Christopher's fo n d of his drink- A couple of Hasks of the finest bre.w, But it isn't the kind you'd think! For Christopher Clifford is ten days old, And he's leaving the hospital soon: Snug in a beautiful blanket rolled, He bids farewell with a tune. MARY MULCAHY '42 Page 29