Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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lawn will We, the class of 1950, being of sound mind after studying for three long years geometric theorems, French irregular verbs, and the facts of American history, before leaving the portals of dear old Plymouth High School, do hereby dispose our choicest valuables to the faculty and our underclassmen in our last will and testament, revoking any wills hereto- fore made by us: To Miss Jacques we leave the hope that she'll get her Joan of Arc bust flngrid Bergman??J To Coach Walker we leave 150 pounds of excess weight for the future football teams of P. H. S. To Miss Connolly we leave the best of everything and a new blanket for Tara. To Miss Albertini we leave a set of psychology books with which to analyze her students. To Mrs. Bagnall we leave some complete makeup kits for future oper- ettas. To Mrs. Bailey we leave a radar machine so she can detect faulty absentee excuses. To Mrs. Brown we leave the juniors to carry on. To Miss Downey we leave four new shades, dark ones!!! To Mr. Guidaboni we leave a ton of gravel and an appointment with the school committee. To Mr. Romano we leave a new toupee - fGrass doesn't grow on a busy streetj. To Mr. Holmes we leave a copy of the World's Best Year Book. To Mr. Pacheco we leave a set of diapers. CThere have been some changes made.J To Mrs. Kingman we leave one opaque curtain for the door of Room 106. To Mr. Packard we leave a model boy and girl so he can explain the reactions of neutrons and protons. To Miss Locklin we leave the fourth dimension, whatever that is. To Miss Kelly we leave a telescope so she can keep an eye on Mr. Smiley fstrictly business, you understandj To Miss Johnson we leave the hope that future seniors won't pester her with questionnaires. To Mrs. Gardner we leave the hope that juniors will have better ideas for Prom colors. To Miss Crook we leave with envy of her sparkling personality. To Miss Farnsworth we leave three pairs of 54 gauge nylons and a new pair of 2Ws heels. To Miss Wilber we leave a round trip ticket to Rome, all expenses paid by the school department, of course! To Mrs. Urann we leave more stray boys for her to bring home. To Mr. Young we leave an all-girl biology class. To Mr. Smiley we leave an antenna so he can receive Miss Kelly's messages. To Mrs. Raymond we leave the question, How do you do it? To Mr. Pyle we leave the hopes that American History won't always be compulsory. To Mr. Mongan, despite your misgivings, we leave. Robert Albertini leaves his cooking ability to Ralph Graffam. Caroline Almeida leaves locker No. 201 to any future senior lucky enough to get it. John Andrews, leaves for Florida. Joan Askins leaves her quiet second table in 5th period study to any unlucky kids who want it. Dorinne Ausman leaves her title as best girl athlete to any junior who can measure up to it. 22

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The Principal Speaks Not every man has clearly earned the right to speak his mind as has the young man whose words appear below. What he has to say is so much what I would like to be able to say that I ask your indulgence in presuming to have him speak for me. Read about this man the was- n't much older than you when his great adventure beganlg read what he has to sayg and do what your conscience tells you is nec- essary for you. iThe paragraphs that follow were clipped from the New York Times of March 5, 1950.1 JUHN BRllWN'S LEGACY Veteran Leaves an Example of Courage and A Plea That Love Supplant Greed By Howard A. Rusk, M.D. In 1946 a letter was pub- lished in this column from a young veteran in Halloran Hospital, a letter created by suffering, anguish and be- wilderment. Last week, after fours years of struggle, the writer, John Crown, died. His legacy to the world was an example of courage and a philosophy of life, which, in these troubled and uncertain days, plead even more elo- quently for the necessity of understanding than on the day on which his letter was written. In this era of precocious technology, hydrogen bombs, guided missiles and all the additions to the horrors of war that have caused an epidemic of anxiety and tension throughout the world, this pain-wracked boy's prescription for peace among men merits thoughtful re-reading. Pk S Ulf ik Pk My name is John Crown. I am a paraplegic at Halloran General Hos- pital. My physical wounds are very small in comparison with my spiritual wounds. I have come back from death to a world that I no longer care for. I, who have been engaged in the great struggle to save the world from tyranny and having seen my comrades die for this cause, can now find no peace in the world or in my country. Having lived close to death for two years, the reasons why there is no peace seems infinitesimally flimsy. Russia wants the Dardanelles, Yugo- slavia wants Trieste, the Moslems want India, labor wants more wages, capital wants more profit, Smith wants to pass the car in front of him, Junior wants more spending money. To these, I say, is it necessary to kill and cripple human beings for these petty gains? Anyone who thinks a human body is so cheap that it can be traded for a tract of land, a piece of silver, or a few minutes of time should be iorced to listen to the moans of the dying night and day for the rest of is li e. All the troubles of the world originate in the common man. The self- ish and greedy ways of nations are just the ways of each individual man multiplied a hundredfold. When the morals of the common man drop, so do the morals of the nation and of the world. As long as our individual morals remain at a low ebb, so will be the world. Until each of us stops hogging the roadl' with his car, stops fight- ing over the seat on the bus, stops arguing over who is going to cut the grass, there will be no peace in the world. If man wishes peace again, he must return to the great Commandment, Love thy neighbor as thyself for the love of God. 21

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Elizabeth Baker leaves her locker space on the third floor to anyone who wants to get hit on the head. Irene Baker leaves all her stationery and stamps to B. S., who has two studies a day and nothing to do. Clyde Balboni leaves all his school worries to anyone who wants them. Gerald Bastoni leaves his punctuation sheets to the next up-and- coming senior. Lelita Bastos leaves her seat in period 1 study to any junior girl. Harold Beal leaves . . . with pleasure. Annette Beaulieu leaves her Oregon Trail to some lucky junior. Richard ,Benassi leaves-wait! if he can leave! Raymond Besegai just plain leaves. Roland Bolduc leaves the Zizzle gang for any junior who wants to join. Mando Borgatti leaves one locker and one vacant seat to the unknown senior. Joyce Borghesani leaves the radiator outside Room 301 to some junior. Edwin Borsari leaves Mrs. Urann for future generations. Jackie Boyer leaves her tired tonsils to a quiet junior. August Brenner leaves his cooking class to the girls. Richard Burgess leaves the baseball team a few cracked bats. David Calhoun leaves senior English with Mrs. Raymond to Jack Davidson. Jim Cameron leaves his track spikes to Steve Tavares in hopes that he will get the lead out of his pants. Beverly Carton leaves to her junior pals in chemistry the joys of physics next year. Dolores Casal leaves the nine lives of a cat to any senior graduating. Carlyn Cavicchi leaves the saying lf l can do it, anyone can. Ruth Chase leaves her World History book to anyone who will take it. Jane Clough leaves her Latin 4 book to any junior crazy enough to take it. Alice Colpitts leaves her history book to any junior. Ellen Colpitts leaves her laugh for any girl who wants it. Gloria Correa leaves her knowledge to any junior nuts enough to accept it. Paul Correa leaves school with two front teeth. Sylvia Corsini leaves her Latin 4 book to anyone deserving it. Hilda Costa leaves her dimples to any straight faced junior. Mary Cotti leaves space at graduation exercises in '51 to any junior with 60 points. Virginia Creati leaves all her belongings to the new seniors. Richard Darsch leaves his Zizzle membership to any junior who wants it. Geraldine DiStaula leaves her one brain to a junior needing another. Clare Donovan leaves the senior floor for all those unfortunate juniors to reside in. Randall Douglas leaves his track shoes to Rollene Zaniboni. Wilfred Doyon leaves his initials carved on his desk. William Drew leaves his girl until she graduates. Frank Duthie wills pleasant association with Mrs. Urann to Bob Richmond. Anne Dykeman leaves her books for any junior strong enough to carry them. Ann English leaves by the same door she came in. Alan Estes leaves his teachers to anyone who wants them. Geneva Fantoni leaves school and hopes she never has to return again. Ralph Ferioli leaves this advice to juniors: Don't fool around in cooking. Alma Fernandez leaves her Hamlet to the future seniors. Charles Fillebrown leaves an empty place in the cafeteria after three years. Joan Fitzpatrick leaves the top shelf of her locker to any junior tall enough to reach it. 23