Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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Names of the Mr. Mongan. . Mr. Young .... Mr. Packard. . Miss Wilbur. . Mr. Nunez .... Miss Albertini Mr. Guidoboni .... . . . Mrs. Kingman Miss Knight.. Mr. Rogers. .. Miss Johnson. Mrs. Gardner. Miss Downey Mr. Smiley. . Miss Locklin. . Mrs. Whiting. Mr. Pacheco. . Miss Kelly .... Mrs. Raymond Mrs. Urann. . . Mr. Holmes... Mrs. Bagnall. . Mr. Romano.. Mr. Pyle ...... Miss Jacques. Miss Canan. .. Z do flhee K Ilia ,J Beqneaf, ' faculty Inheritance ..........The class of 1954 . . . . .Sophomore girls . . .... Water -- Great Stuff .. .... A news staif as energetic and swift as Mercury . . . . .A supersonic water pistol . . . . . . . . Window boxes filled with Irises .An Automatic gun chewer killer . . . . . . . . New chairs with backs on them .. .... Plan X-17- Operation Shower Removal . .... Money ....Robes for the National Honor Society . . . . . . . .A well behaved senior business class . . . . . . . . Retirement in California . .... Melilli, a right hand man .. ..... Many, many more happy laughs All make-up cards in on time .. .... New band uniforms- Seams are busting out all over .. ..... A private bookkeeper ....A luxurious, spacious, private office . . .... An automatic sling shot ..... The greatest yearbook .. ..... Another Cecelia Jacobs .. .... A paid up 106 a week plan- Qlf wishes were moneyl .....An automatic test corrector .. ...A teasing, tormenting, tantalizing trip to Paris . . . . . . .Smiling E's

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CLASS HISTORY We, the Class of '53, Have made exciting history Since we entered Plymouth High Three years ago. How time does fly! As Sophomores we were not stunned By Record Hop and Jimmy Fund. We feel we had the best of hops. In Science Fair our mates were tops. In North Atlantic, sports, and such The Sophomores never lost their touch. It soon came time to end the year, And we selected girls to cheer. Vacation days were warm and bright, Though summer seemed like overnight. September came, the nights were cool. And we were Juniors, back in school. Then in the fall of '51, The fund for Palsy was begun. The high school band gave us a chance To view a concert, have a dance. In Science Fair and basketball, Our mates again were best of all. The Glee Club girls all went to sing With Mr. Fiedler, Symphony King. We had a Stardust Promenadeg For Honor Society we worked hard. We saw Resort Town end the year. At last, vacation days were here. Ah, yes, those lovely summer days, To bask beneath the sun's bright rays, To play, to swim in water cool. But now, we must go back to school. At last, at last! We're Seniors now. To work our hardest is our vowg For we're to be a busy class With jobs for every lad and lass. Our first affair, the Last Chance Dance The sale of tickets in advance, A million other things to do, With college boards and homework, too. Class officers we have to choose- With Phil to lead us, we can't lose! Class Poem to write and our Class Song Then our Jam Session came along. We plan Commencement and Class Night Excitement now has reached its height! We have a motto and a gift, And Freak Day gives us quite a lift. So many mem'ries to take away, So many things we want to say, But now's the time to bid good-bye And close the doors of Plymouth High. J OAN NE FILLEBROWN

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CLASS PRCPHECY I was on a plane bound for New York from Paris when the idea came. It had been ten years since we graduated from high school. Why not have a reunion? In New York, I caught a plane for Plymouth, and was met at the airport by Donald Coombs, Mayor of Plymouth. He thought that my idea was great, and suggested that I see Danny Beaton, millionaire marine insurance tycoon, about it. Parked in front of the Beaton Buiding were two Caddy convertibles, which Donald said belonged to that brilliant team of accountants, Marilyn Clarke and Constance Hadaway. I was admitted to Danny's office by Sally Eldridge, his private sec- retary. Danny was a little dubious about a reunion, however, as he said that the members of the class were scattered from Berlin to Tokyo. It was then that I decided to fly around the world and see the class myself. First, however, I had an engagement to keep with the Plymouth P.T.A. The annual national gathering was being held in Plymouth, and I had been asked to lecture on Parisian fashions. On my way through town, Francis Vancini, owner of the hot rod of the year, zoomed past me in his new Jag. As I lectured that afternoon, I realized that there could almost be a reunion in the P.T.A. Donna Balboni, Wanda Burgess, Pat Carmichael, Pat Carr, Doris Jones, Cleta LaRocque, Connie Jennings, Joan Lexner, Janet Linde, Lois Stringer, and Eleanor Travers had all come, some from all over the country. After the meeting, someone mentioned the new high school that was being built, and a few of us drove over to see it. David Nichols, successful surveyor, was there talking with Eliza- beth Anderson, Dean of Women at the high school. I was surprised to see Robert Viella and Erwin Roberson, co-owners of a national string of garages, talking with Elizabeth and Dave. They wondered if I had seen Allan Cotti, who had just become Vice-President of the Cordage Company. I left Plymouth, and drove to that buzzing, new metropolis, Carver. At the town hall, I was met by Selectman, Alan Roby, who had been talk- ing with Richard Arponen and Arnold J okenin, men of affairs about town. Alan said that I could probably find a few of the class members in Boston. Danny had mentioned that Ted Swenson was at Harvard, and Alan agreed that he was the man to see. I phoned Ted to see when he would be free, and I recognized the long distance operator's voice as Marie MacMahon's. Ted was free, and I started for Boston. I turned on the car radio, and was astonished to hear radio commentator, Dave Keay, announce that Sec- retary of State, Patricia Baker, was flying to Washington for a special conference with the President. At Harvard, I met Ted, professor of observation and reflection. He told me that Catherine Alves, expert psychologist, was also at Harvard. We found Adele Vadini, Dr. of English at Radcliffe, and headed for Fen- way Park. The Red Sox were having a winning year, and no wonder, for at Fenway Park, we found Bruce Mason, Red Sox Manager, Erving Wall, homerun slugger, and Robert Gavoni, rookie of the year. The Red Sox won, of course, and after the game we ate at Durgin Park where we saw Pat Smiley, the first girl to play pro baseball, and Prilly Tilson, whose paintings on exhibit in the Museum of Fine Arts had been an out-