Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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24 THE ECHO The tiny green leaves on each shady tree, Dance to the tune of the stream As it leaps and runs into the sea, And laughs as it bubbles away. And see how the broad-faced sun warmly smiles. On the flowers and buds that are opening. And on glistening waters on tiny isles. He shines and drives gloom away. The wind has driven the snow away. And no more the fost will visit. Yes, this is the time to be merry and gay. In the springtime, the morn of the year. THELMA PETERSON, ’25. Sumner Alphabet A — is for Alice in the main room you’ll see — who writes little poems about you and me. B — is for Miss Byrne with her sun- niest smile — we all ought to copy it once in a while. — huh! C — is for Catchos! a sneeze you all know, it comes from A. McCar- thy when she has a bad cold. D — is for Dolly who in Glee Club sings Gallagher Shean and jazzy old things. E — is for Ethel, a blonde little lass, who hops up the stairs without any pass. F — is for Fredericka who pinches your nose then runs for her free- dom to someone she knows. G — is for Gullans with all her red hair, she stands on her head and then lets you stare. H — is for Hammond a great lad is he — elected by the Seniors their president to be. I — is for Isabel, a Senior is she, she wants very greatly a Freshie to be. J — is for Johnny, a Junior you know, and will follow Blanche Bennett wherever she may go. K — is for Miss Kary who teaches a Latin class who’s always a bit weary when a period we pass. L — is for Lillian, a Sophy is she, strutting up and down the halls with her French book on her knee. — No 1 M — is for Melville, a tall young fel- low who charms all the girls with his voice so mellow. N — is for Neal, history teacher is he, who rattles in the yard with his Ford as funny as can be! 0 — is for Miss Olson — a Junior right there — she has us all guessing how she fixes her hair. T — is for T. Peterson, a Swedish gal is she who smiles and throws coquettish eyes at Melville across the aisle. Q — Is for questions the teachers give now, we’d like to escape them if we only knew how. R — is for a bl onde, a pretty boy is he, elected by the Seniors their treasurer to be. S — is for the spirits who are wide awake, they claim they are something like the Freshmen in everything but name. T — is for A. Therrien, a Junior is he, who at present is holding tiny Adele on his knee. V — is for Verna — a Freshman is she, upright and fearless and as happy as a bee. W — is for E. Wallace — a Brookville gal you see, she thinks she knows most everything but she can’t beat you and me. XYZ — Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Advice to Scholars Freshman : Study afternoon and evenings. Sophomore: Study evenings. Juniors: Bring home books. Seniors: Enjoy life. Seen and Heard Billy Dwyer’s necktie ! !

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THE ECHO 23 used to it now. He was hurt when his laboratory exploded. He’s differ- ent. Cruel sometimes. Gentle after- wards. He took me here after he secretly returned. I-I’ve been here nine years. Oh it’s awful! awful! what they intend to do now!” sob- bing, she worked at his bonds. “What do they intend?” asked Samuel gently. “Tell me. Perhaps I can help.” She shook her head. “No one can help. There is some awful organization that aims at the safety of the world. They have agents everywhere. Then there is stored in the rooms about here a mil- lion tiny bombs, any one of which could destroy the biggest building in New York. ' He invented them. They use some new force — something about atoms. He has a devilish genius and yet — yet he once in a while is like he was — before. The others are beasts. He’s going to give them the bombs today — tonight. He’ll kill us !” “Where is this place?” “Under the harbor. We can’t get out! I don’t know the way! It’s funny though — he said when I came here, ‘The door is open!’ What did he mean?” Samuel rubbed his numb limbs, and staggered to his feet. “Soon see,” he said softly. “Come on.” Supporting her on his arm, he ap- proached the door. He turned the knob. The door opened. They eyed each other strangely. Samuel spoke, “He meant for us to go. He wants me to take you away. He had another moment of sanity. We—” The door closed on them. A man entered the laboratory. He smiled strangely. He was another Dare! The old Dare, in the old col- lege garb as if he were once more about to teach his classes. The frowsy beard was gone. He placed a parcel on the marble slab and open- ed it, took forth the tube it contain- ed and arranged it in a shield. For an hour he busied himself. A voice at the heavy door de- manded admittance. Repeated de- mands followed. After a while a murmur of, it seemed thousands of voices, arose. Blows battered on the door. The professor smiled happily. He donned a heavy apron. The long, lean, supple hands, with only two stained and scarred thumbs uncovered by the protecting rubber, moved critically over the row of pre- cisely arranged instruments ; linger- ed over one, fingered it and inserted it into the amber colored liouid which stood simmering and bubbling under the penetrating rays of a white, scintillating tube. Somewhere a button clicked. A violet light added its glare to that of the white tube. Grotesque, awful shadows danced over the endless rows of flasks and retorts arranged on the opposite wall. For a moment the room was silent Only two people in all the world could explain the awful phenomena which destroyed the harbor of New York and half the city as well. They were too sad and yet happy to reveal the tragedy and danger the world had escaped and too full of respect for the memory of the one who saved them and many others at the cost of his own life. Greater love hath no man than this; that he lay down his life for his friend. E. A. J., ’24. The Spring This isn’t the time to be cloudy and sad. In the spring, the morn of the year. When nature and flowers all seem glad And gladness breathes forth from the air. There are notes of peace in the Rob- in’s song. Of joy in the grey squirrel’s chirp, And the bright summer sunshine for which we long. Will dry the dark clouds and ap- pear.

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THE ECHO Messages A runner, with panting breast, Carrying news of victory, Shouts with his last and dying breath A story making world history. Shouts relayed from afar Rise to a battle cry. The bristling ranks, like an iron bar. The hostile lines defy. A horseman pursued and pressed His noble steed all trembling. Cries out with strength remaining yet The tidings that make a king. Seaward a flickering light. Gleaming on water below And the watch above on the heights Cry out “Here comes the foe!” An aeroplane circling high With enemy plans made clear Cuts meteor-like through the sky Saving a nation from fear. Rushing shapes o’er the sea Through crashes a humming ma- chine While a hand depressed on a key Sends, “Attacked by a submarine.” ELLIS JOHNSON, ’24. Jazz Jazzy songs are all the rage, And jazzy dances, too. Jazzy folks forget their age. With jazzy songs so new. Synphonies are syncopated. The change that’s liked so well. Dances are anticipated. And all that’s jazz does sell. King Jazz has come to stay with us. Even quiet folks agree That he must have his chance to reign. So jazz along with me. And when the music starts to play. They’re all upon their feet. They’re ready for the coming lark, That’s every night in the week. Some folks have made this next re mark, “I’d like to jazz forever,” And when the crowd starts to depart. They jazz along together. ROGER A. ZOEBISCH. Sumner High School Movies “Nice People” — The Freshmen. “Why Worry” — Sophomores. “Trifling Women,” — Junior Girls. “Fashion Row” — Seniors. “The Three Muskateers” — Dana- Taylor-Hammond. “The Sheik” — Melville Blagden. “The Common Law” — Monday flrst period. “Safety Last” — Lloyd Decoster. “Children of Jazz” — Junior Boys. Seniors Have you seen these dear old Seniors up in good old Sumner High ? They’re the funniest little Seniors that ever I did spy; There are big ones, there are small ones, some are tall and some are short, some think that they’re in such strange place, but aren’t sure that they belong. But we like our dear old Seniors, they are wide awake we claim — yes we need their pep and laughter, they will help us rise to fame. The Juniors have quite an honor it seems in having Bunny Hadfield cap- tain of the Baseball team in addition to being their president. Good work — Keep it up. Sumner High School wi shes that you Have a happy vacation ’neath Sunny skies and blue! Norman Clark’s Lament Latin is a language As dead as dead can be, It killed the ancient Romans And now it’s killing Me !