Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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MABEL FERREIRA She's not the one who will rush in Where angels fear to tread: Carefully she looks about- Then takes a step ahead. MARGARET FILLEBROWN Of little brother's escapades She tells at our behest: She keeps us all in stitches And fills our days with zest. ALDO FORNACIARI For the ills of the world There's no panacea: But for our duller moments His name spells good cheer. LIONEL FORTINI We thought he would be missing From the graduation dance, But on the draft expiring He thought he'd take a Ch3.I'1C8. DONALD GALLERANI It may seem to some Most picayune- But what he wants most Is the middle of June. Page 14 JOHN GI-IELLI Through the pre-com- mencement weeks He lives with the calm as- surance That schooldays won't last forever- All he needs now is endur- ance. DOLORES GHIDONI Many endless hours she spent Under Mrs. Brown's direc- tion That her contributions to us Might approach perfection. RAYMOND GIRARD Upon Annapolis he cast A speculative eye: Wherever he matriculates His record will be high. HAROLD GOVONI An appendix operation Anyone can bear: It was the timing of it That made him tear his hair. ROBERT GRIFFITH He's never been known To grumble and groan At ills that have whacked us And tasks that have cracked us.

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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

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BETTY GROZINGER Sundaes and sodas Most girls would abjure If a trim figure like hers 'T would ensure. BARBARA GUNTHER In the superintendents of- fice Or on the hockey field For honest application To no one she need yield. SHIRLEY HAIRE She's busy as an office girl Both while in school and out, Her thoughts of Brooklyn Navy Yard Locked behind b a r 1' i e r s stout. ROBERT HAND He grabs his good shillelagh And rushes in with glee If, perchance, our poor idea With his does not agree. ROBERT HOKANSON He's intimated more than once That school brings no ela- tion: We thought just being with us Would be some compensa- tion. JOAN HOLMES She takes pride in achieve- ment, But she's free from conceit- One of the most pleasant girls It's been our luck to meet. ROSCOE HOLMES Hunting comes first In this man's life. For Rocky's not happy Without gun and knife. LAWRENCE JOHNSON Here is a subject On which we'd throw light: He possesses a bark Much worse than his bite. HERBERT KEARSLEY Herbie has a little Ford, Its paint is black as pitch- And it alone prevents him From being very rich. ANN KENNEDY As typist for the yearbook She worked with great dis- patch Faithfully and busily To finish each new batch. Page 15