Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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10 THE ECHO who was to be operated on that day. Of course E -a went down and found the gentleman as the head-doctor had said. She escorted him up to a room and began to prepare him for the operation, saying that the doctor was now busy but would operate on him very soon. ‘ Is that so,” said the man wnth a twinkle in his eye, ‘‘I hardly believe the doctor will oper- ate on me - not to-day at least.” “Don’t you know that I am Doctor Lawrence and that I came here to witness the operation the doctor is now performing?” he asked. Eva did not know what to do or say, but she had the pres- ence of mind to escort him to the operating room. Sometime afterw ' ard Dr. Law ' rcnce told Eva that one reason he liked her was because she obeyed orders. You see she got her training in obedience from carrying out Earle’s instructions in class meetings. Now I suppose that she is happy obeying Dr. Lawrence’s orders. Well, I guess I’ll try Elizabeth now and see how she is progressing. “Give me 1915. What, the line is busy?” I’m sure of one thing, any- how, she w on’t be a public speaker. My, but how she hat.d to give her graduation essay. El ' zabeth was the only blonde in our class and r.ally, I never heard of a girl having as many nicknames as she did. “Liza,” “Lizz ' ie,” “Lid ’ “Bessie,” “Blondie.” and “Angel Face” were a few’ of them. Guess Til try again. “Hello, 1915 pk ase. Is this Ingelow? Please say that again. Elizabeth is a domestic science teacher at the Holbrook High School. I do remember how she used to bring to school many different kinds of cake that she had made. Didn’t she used to tantalize Mitchell, who sat in front of her? I am really surprised. Hold the line, I must tell that story,” One day Elizabeth was show- ing a class how to broil lobsters. (She always did hate crawling, wriggling things in the biolo- gy class and she used to be, oh so afra ' d, of even a tiny mouse. Well, to tell the truth. I’m not really fond of mice myself.) To resume, of course she had to take up the lobster and it w’ouldn’t do to let the class know that she w’as afraid of such an insignificant thing. But, alas, the lobster reached for her fingers and didn’t she scream! It affected her so that she was taken straight to the teacher’s office. It looks as though Elizabeth w’ould be obliged to omit lessons on eels, frog’s legs and clams hereafter. Anyhow, I am glad she has a position that she likes even if she does have an accident now and then and I’m sure the pupils like her. “Oh, Central, please don’t cut me off. Hello 1915? Now I would like to know the future of our one lone “puer”. What! you haven’t any trace of him? I wish you would send one of your agent .s out in an aeroplane and try to find him.” Earle was our class president and was the most studious boy in the whole class. I should- n’t be surprised to find him editing “Midsum- mer Night’s Dream” for high school pupils, as he was particularly fond of English. “What? The agent has returned?” Why, this is so exciting. He says that he noticed that a great race was about to take place and naturally stopped to see it. It was a very close contest and when the winner’s name was announced it proved to be Earle Leonard, now a well-known auto racer, and builder of the “Nonoperis” car. “Just a moment, Ingelowc” “Nonoperls,”- that sounds like Latin Well, here is where my Latin can be useful. “Non” means “no” and “opens” is the genffive of “opus” meaning “work”. Aha, “No Work” I wonder why he didn’t call it the “Earle” car. Perhaps he thought “Nonooeris” and “Earle” were synonomous. It must be a car which starts itself, fills itself, oils itself, runs itself, and ruins itself. Well, I wonder whether it pays for itself. I don’t suppose that worries Earle, but it interests me. I can remember when Earle first learned to run a machine. He was a senior at school when his “papa” bought a car, and Earle soon learned to run it. He always took the boys to the ball games, but never the girls. “Now I would like to know about the smart- est girl in our class. You know whom I mean, I presume. Yes, that is her name, but her mid- dle name is L-e-w-i-s-e, not L-o-u-i-s-e. Don’t ever say “Louise” when she is around. Yes, I know that Iva graduated from Boston Univer- sity. So she is the author of the book you mem- tioned. A volume of her poems was sent to

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THE ECHO 9 Franco-Prussion war caused a loss in stature to the succeeding generation of one and one- half inches. What will be the effect on posterity of the killing or maiming of more than half the physically perfect men in Europe? Is this ques- tion to be lightly considered when we are judg- ing the effects ofwar on civilization? In the short time allotted to me I have en- deavored to point out the dangers which de- set the civilization of the world through the persistance of the institution of war. I have shown that war is wasteful and injurious, is a test of strength not of justice, has a harmful effect upon morals, and results in the physieal deteroration of mankind. Is it not time that we all gave our thoughts to devising means for its prevention and thus reap the full benefits of existence not only for ourselves but for future generations? Eva Skilling Class Prophecy. Living in the twentieth century has certain advantages. Aeroplanes, ten-cent stores, add- ing machines, slang, forty-eight story high buildings, dictaphones, gypsy moths, and a Panama Canal make, of course, this period famous in the world’s history. But, for myself, I confess a certain lingering disappointment not to be living in the age when future events can be foretold by consultation with the gods. All the Greeks were obliged to do when they wished to know whether a certain undertaking was to be successful or not, was to send a commission bearing costly gifts, to the Delphic Oracle, which would listen to the responses. Think of it, no momentous questions to be solved by oneself. Iva, desiring to know whet- her to become an authoress or a college presi- dent, would merely deposit a costly ring at the shrine of the Oracle and hear the leaves sigh, “Neither is great enough, be the first woman president of your country.’’ All Leonard would be obliged to do — but on thinking it over — he ought to hire a sooth-sayer by the j ' -ear. It cer- tainly would be inconvenient for him to be ob- liged to travel to an Oracle every time that Cadillac becomes stubborn. But, alas, those days are over and in order to foretell the future of my classmates’ tonight; I shall be obliged to answer an advertising circu- lar which I received this morning. Perhaps you would like to hear it. Ingelow Arel Station. June 22, 1915. Class Prophet of Sumner High School, Town Hall, Holbrook, Mass. Dear Madam: We have recently opened what is known as “The Delphos Prophetic Agency,’’ situated at the Ingelow Ariel Station. The future of your classmates will be revealed to you b)’ telephon- ing to us on the night of your graduation and calling number 1915. Yours for service, “Delphos Prophetic Agency.’’ That sounds promising. Here is a telephone which I may use. “Hello, give me Ingelow 1915. Is this the Delp- hos Prophetic Agency? This is the class prophet of the Ho ' brook High School. I received your letter this morning and as this is the evening of our graduation, I thought I would call up. Thank you very much. Whom would I like to know about first? Tell me about our class baby; it is customary to ask for the youngest first, is it not? Yes, rather small. She is now a nurse in Harwich Hospital, Baltimore. I am very glad to hear she likes her work so well. You don’t mean it!’’ Eva is engaged to one of the leading doctors in the city. The agent has told me how Eva met her husband; perhaps you would like to have me repeat it. Eva had been training at the Hardwick Hospital only a few months, when the following incident happened, one day the head-doctor told her to go down to the reception room and bring up-stairs a gentleman

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THE ECHO the Town Hall this morning, you say? Well, well, well. Studying poetry her senior year must have aided her. Yes, I’ll look around for it.” Ah, here it is. ‘‘Would you like to have me read one of them to you? Oh, it isn’t any bother at all.” ‘‘What pleasant memories cluster ’round these volumes old and worn. With corners smirched and bindings creas- ed and pages thumbed and torn. The old time sayings scribbled there, the caution to beware, ‘‘Steal not this book, my honest friend,” scrawled roughly here and there. And robust Fred again I see as he stands by the door. His jokes and praise and sweets and laughs forever kept in store. ‘How did you get to school today? on car, on bus, or foot ? How many hours on English hard last evening did you put?, And then I smiled and calmly said ‘‘In minutes ten, I did it.” Yes, those were happy days indeed, with pleasure every minute.” ‘‘Yes, I thought you would like it. We all have remembrances of our school days. Yes, Iva came from Brookville. You aren’t so sur- prised as all that, are you? Well you look on a map and j ou will find it, if the map is drawn to a scale of a mile to an inch.” I am very glad to find that Iva has succeeded so well. At the first book-store I see I must get that book, ‘‘The Peail of the Twentieth Cent- ury”, written by my old classmate. Well, I suppose that agent must be tired from talking so much. But I am doing only what the letter directed, anyhow, he is paid for it. ‘‘1915, please.” Oh, the operator says that the line is busy at present as many high schools are having are having their graduations this evening. Well, I don’t mind waiting a few minutes. I wonder what Lucy is doing. You know that she was editor-in-chief of our school paper, “The Echo.” “Yes, this is the Holbrook Town Hall. The operator informed me that you were very busy. No, I didn’t mind in the least. Lucy Chapman is a private secretary to Mr Theo- dore F. Arnold, the well-known banker. She has become a very rapid typewriter and short hand expert. I always thought that after she took the commercial course at Sumner High School, she would get a high salaried position.” “Yes, I’m listening. In her spare time she is one of the editors of a well known paper “Experiences with Horses” and a dark haired young man from Holbrook is the other editor? Oh, yes, I know whom you mean. Really you don’t gay so? I wonder whether I shall get an invitation.” “My but it is getting late and as I don’t want to monopolize the telephone, I guess I had better say good-bye. The agency has been very satisfactory and I’ll be glad to re- commend it to anyone at any time. Good- bye.” Thus, my classmates, is your future revealed to you. Undoubtedly Sumner’s 1915 class will make the world realize its existence and of course every member will sometimes have his or her name in that little volume entitled, “Who’s Who in the United States.” Helen Aines West V aled ictory Essay. Labor Conquers All Things. When the class of 1915 met during its sopho- more year to choose a class motto, it searched for some expression which would be an incentive in its high school course and throughout life. After some discussion the Latin motto, “ Labor Omnia Vincit,” was chosen. This motto ex- presses the well proven but perhaps often forgotten truth that constant labor is the most important factor attending success. When starting out in life with the desire of making a success, it must be remembered that unless one works, and works hard, nothing of any