Plymouth High School - Pilgrim Yearbook (Plymouth, MA)

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PILGRIM STAFF 1952-1953 Editor-in-Chief - Joyce Contente Junior Assistant Editor- Karen Engstrom Sophomore Assistant Editor-Barbara Warnsman Business Staff - Adele Vandini, Manager Janice Davis, Asst. Manager, Cecelia Jacobs, Caroline Dittmar, David Santos, Roger Weaver, Jackie Weston, Phillip Canevazzi, Dora-Lee Roulston, Audrey Scagliarini Art Staff-Sally Eldridge, Editor Priscilla Tillson, Claire Baratta, Frank Nunes, Joyce Brenner Photography Staff-Ted Swenson, Editor Benjamin Cohen, Asst., Virginia Colas, Richard Waterman School News - Elizabeth Priestley Senior Statistics-Joan Carton, Editor Nancy Morse, Nancy Owens, Joan Lexner, Shirley Garuti, Susan Bailey, Elaine Barboza, Shirley Ferreira, Joyce Busi, Marilia Corvelo Senior Features-Sally Holmes, Editor Joanne Fillebrown, Shirley Ferreira, Lucille Alsapiedi, Elaine Bar- boza, Pat Carmichael Boys' Sports Editor-Phillip Carletti Ira Carlin, Asst. Girls' Sports Editor-Constance Hadaway French Editor - Sheila Clough Latin Editor - Pat Baker Science . . . Math Editor-Ben Cohen Typists-Shirley Garuti, Nancy Owens, Beverly Tassinari, Cynthia Smith

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THE EDITORS' COR ER BALLET SLIPPERS They lie in the corner all tattered and worn. The color is fadedg the leather is torn. But with these old slippers I never shall part. The mem'ries they bring back are close to my heart. For these are the slippers that I wore that night, The night that I danced 'neath the gleaming spotlight. I can see it before me, the stage all aglowg The audience expectantg the house lights turned low. I knew that my entrance was then very near, For out of the silence came music so clear. The curtain then parted, I made my debut- There was joy in my heart, I ne'er before knew. JOYCE CONTENTE Editor-in-Chief Class '53 SNOWFLAKES The wild wind howls with fury As snowflakes leap aboutg Whirling, darting, twirling, They approach the ground with doubt. Of crystal, spectral hue, They dance before ice-laden trees, Then slowly, smoothly, wholly, They glide to the ground with ease. BARBARA WARNSMAN Class of '55 THE TELEPHONE I sit expectant all alone, Thoughts intent on the telephone. He said he'd call me on this day. I wonder what he'll have to say! Suppose that he will never call, That I won't hear from him at all. But let me tell you I won't cry O'er him who's left me high and dry. I'll find myself another man. You bet your life I surely can! A man who will be true to me, As kind and faithful as can be. But wait, is that the phone I hear? Hello, is that you Steve, my dear? Was I worried Why not at all. Of course I knew that you would call! JOYCE CONTENTE Editor-in-Chief Class '53 WHISPER OF WIND O Whisper of Wind in a narrow street, Who can know your secret sweet? Who can remember that April is fleet? That December is lusty and long? Who can remember that April is gone? Distant vales of misty green, Will you come again O Whisper of Wind in a narrow street? KARIN S. ENGSTROM Class of '54

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