Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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THE FACULTY FRONT ROW: Mrs. Miriam Raymond, Miss Ellen Downey, Mr. Claiborne Young Mr. Edgar Mongan, Mr. Richard Smiley, Mrs. Margaret Brown, Miss Margie Wilber SECOND ROW: Miss Jeanette Jacques, Miss Mary Connolly, Mrs. Ruth Bailey Mr. Arthur Pyle, Mr. Roland Holmes, Mr. Mario Romano, Miss Nellie Locklin, Miss Iris Albertini, Miss Helen Johnson. THIRD ROW: Mrs. Virginia Kingman, Miss Elizabeth Kelly, Mr. John Packard, Mr Carlo Guidaboni, Mrs. Lydia Gardner, Mrs. Helen Bagnell. Miss Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Miss Miss Miss Mrs. Mr. Mr. Miss Miss Miss Mrs. Miss Mr. Mr. Mr. Mrs. Mr. Mrs. Mr. Mr. Mrs. Miss Mr. Albertini . Bagnall ..... Bailey .... Brown ........ Connolly ..... .......... Downey ....... .......... Farnsworth Gardner .. ..... .......... Guldabom ..... .......... Holmes ........ .......... Jacques ...... .......... Johnson .... .......... Kelly .......... .......... Kingman ..... .......... Locklm ...... .......... Mongan ...... .......... Pacheco ..... Packard ..... Pickard ..... Pyle ............. Raymond . Romano ..... Smiley .... Urann .... Wilber .... Young .,.... Class Will Dance, Ballerina, Dance What Do You Want To Make Those Eyes At Me For? Give Me Five Minutes More! Peg O' My Heart When Irish Eyes Are Smiling Lay That Pistol Down, Babe Sweet and Lovely So Out Of This World Temptation Sleepy Lagoon Cool, Calm, and Collected You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby My Wild Irish Rose Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy Who Has The Charms That Very Few All That Glitters Is Not Gold The Man With The Horn Jack, Jack, Jack With A Song In My Heart We Can Make Believe We'll Never Forget Papa, Won't You Dance With Me? Open The Door, Richardl' The Stars Will Remember Patience and Fortitude Three Blind' Mice 31 Do? You Dol

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Sophomore Poetry Page MUSIC In this world so beset with strife, Where nations gamble with souls and life, There is escape for all who care to seek Respite for the weary, strength for the weak in - Music In mighty Russia the soldiers prance, Cavort and pivot in their native dance. Freed from the bonds of war and pain, Their voices blend in minor strains of - Music Even a child in its mother's arms Finds escape from all childish alarms In a lullaby chant so soft and sweet, And is soon relaxed in rosy sleep by Music Many a heart that was heavy with tears Down through the ages to recent years, Has found the answer it sought in prayer, In the voice of achoir while kneeling there. Music If 'your small world looks dark and bleak And you just can't reach that goal you seek, Rest for awhile. You've earned it well. You may find the answer while under the spell of Music BEVERLY CARTON REMEMBRANCE I stood upon a hilltop And looked far out to sea, And all the while I stood there I saw things dear to me- A steamer passing slowly by, A speedboat racing pastg And where the ocean met the sky, The clouds were moving fast. A rainbow climbing from the sea To end upon the land, And on the beach which stretched for miles, I watched the shifting sand. And then the swells come pounding in, Upon the beach below, A storm had risen out at sea- I saw it come and go. Yes, I stood upon a hilltop And looked far out to sea, Recalling all the many sights That meant the world to me. CHARLES ZAHN PoL1T1c1ANs ' Ladies and gentlemen, to you I promise A raise in pay, better trade, and commerce, New schools, a library, and lower prices: And for town workmen, new shovels and devicesg And what do I want for all this so fine? Just your one small vote at election time: Three weeks have past since our man was elected: And in our taxes an increase IS detected, Now what may be shown from this tax increase? The United Nations, good people, and America at peace. ARTHUR MoRToN ALL FOR FISHING Hur-rah! Hur-rah! It's here' at last. Gosh! It was a long week just past. Done my errands, done my chores, So here I go for the great out-doors. Got my rod, got my bait, My pal Dickie's at the gate. Good-by, Mom. I'1l see you soon. I won't forget to be home at noon. We'll cross our fingers and make a wish, Here's hoping we can catch some fish. Look! Dickie, there's our fishing spot. Here we come, fish, willing or not. DAVID CALHOUN SUN SPOTS They told me, not so long ago, That all this cold and ice and snow The wintry chill, the coasting fun Is caused by spots upon the sun. I'd like to take a little rag And borrow Pegasus for my nag To fly up there where it is hot And polish off each little spot. But when next June has come along I'l1 surely change this little song And wish that something might be done To put the spots back on the sun. BARBARA HOWE