Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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THERESE BROULLARD Lest effort should go unre- warded We feel that all should know She worked long hours in our library- A debt to her we owe. HAROLD BUMPUS Santos Dumont is the man Admired by Harold Bum- pus: If his idol we deride He will raise a rumpus. J ACQUELINE BURGESS Foolish it is to act in haste And then at leisure rue it: Deliberately she makes a plan And then proceeds to pur- sue it. JAMES BUTTERS No man can have every- thing: It may be that he had his share, For he served as basketball captain And as a football player. RICHARD BUTTNER A farmer once he thought he'd be, But he's had a change of heart: As an engineer in this vale of tears He'll seek to do his part. Page 12 SHIRLEY CARAMELLO Shirley, Shirley you look fine- No need now to preen Before your locker mirrorg It's really 8:14. f- BARBARA CAVICCHI With interests so numerous And responsibilities myriad She doubtless feels she must relax In second study period. MARY CERCELLO Those who sit in her home room Have observed with some dismay That they must wait for the notices Till she has had her say. NORMAN CLARK English and history silence him, To his way of thinking they're rather grim: With physics and math he'll cast his fate, On tangents and laws ex- patiate. REGINALD CORREA We haven't had the training- To interpret what it means: He has divergent interests- Music and machines.

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ELSTON BARTLETT If you'd have no record Of the sillier things you do, Just be sure his cameras eye Isn't trained on you. HILDA BELCHER The range of her activities Knocks us for a loop: She played the part of half a cow- Then made the Honor Group. ROBERT BOLDUC He departed from our ranks Before his graduationg The U. S. Navy will provide His higher education. SYLVIA BOLOTIN With Caesar, Cicero, Vergil She skillfully contends, But her spirit is not mar- tial- They are the best of friends. GEORGE BONZAGNI For all we know to the con- trary, His cakes and pies are deli- cious: That his milkshakes are the tops Is no tale fictitious. QF' f--he Q? LOUISE BORGHESANI She knows that smiles pay dividends More liberal than frowns, That they can smooth the pathway O'er lifes ups and downs. PAULINE BOTIERI She never gets mired In morasses of gloom- In the sunlight of smiles Her good nature blooms. THELMA BOURNE Music on her lips, Rhythm in her feet, Prove a combination With which we can't com- pete. ANN BOUTIN She flits here, she darts there Like a hummingbirdg You hope to catch her in repose? How utterly absurd! CATHERINE BRIGIDA Always willing to assist In whatever way she's able, Most cooperative and cour- teous - For Cathy that's our label. Page 11

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RICHARD CORREA Snowdrop and pussywillow, Robin's blithe call-he awaits all: Not that he's a naturalist- But he just loves baseball. I RSHIA et, e e and very uie - X v h de riot, X kn t V she's s ldo s a sound. Q HILDA COSTA Tempus fugit- But does she care? It's twelve past eight When she's in her chair. J EANETTE COVELL Chatter, chatter, chatter- Garrulous is this lass: She dispenses all the news In the corridor after class. J ACQUELINE DGCARLI Jackie's work is never done. She toils from morn to set of sun. Though Caesar and Cicero have been completed, She cannot rest till Vergil's defeated. ROBERT DIEGOLI We know that tin does not possess The properties of elastic- But the number of passen- gers he transports Is utterly fantastic. HARRIET DOUGLAS She has a magic formula For combining work and Play, Which has stood her in good stead On life's Rocky way. LOIS EAMES Life is earnest, life is real, No time for vapid chatter- In this workaday world of ours It's deeds-not words-that matter. DOROTHY ENGLISH The sixty-four dollar ques- tion We shall now propound: Will she or won't she turn on the charm? It depends on who's around. HENRY FERRARI We have heard some tall tales And told some in our time- But the one about him and a lady's nose Is our idea of prime. Page 13