Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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16 THE ECHO Visions Fate surely had taken a strange turn ; here I was on an Atlantic bound vessel, the largest in the world, the “Leviathan,” bound for some unknown port on the other side of this vast globe. Strange to say, this peculiar state of affairs necessitated no explana- tion, and I with the experienced eye of the exacting traveller, noted ev- ery detail of the huge liner’s con- struction. I say experienced eye, because, had I not just left Niagara Falls on my way from Yellow Stone Park? Was there not just a month’s difference from the time I left Miami, Florida, to the time I left St. Johns, New Brunswick? Time surely had, so to say, evap- orated, and here I was, again I re- peat it, I, little insignificant I, aboard the vessel which only two short years before, I had fought with the angry mob to view from the exterior. Majestically we rode the waves, it seemed at times as though we floated through the air, so peaceful was the voyage, until at last, just as the Em- erald Isle crept over the horizon, what I had always dreaded occurred. I began to get seasick, a peculiar feeling located itself at about the center of my anatomy, the sea gulls began to shriek shrilly, rasping on my ears, while the people’s voices which had, up ’till now, seemed com- panionable, roused my impatience to such a degree that I sat up in my camp chair and was about to depart in high dudgeon to my stateroom when strong arms suppressed me, a soothing voice assured me that ev- erything would be all right, and I opened my eyes to see the dentist proudly exhibiting what was once my affected tooth. LILLIAN LAKEWITZ, ’26. Jack’s New Radio I will tell you how it happened. Jack had worked hard from the time he got home from school until eleven and twelve o’clock at night trying to make a radio. His father had made many of them and w?s willing to help him but Jack would not accept any assistance. After getting it all put together he tuned in but could not get a sound out of it. Discouraged but still determined to win he took it all apart. At last he got it fixed and sat up that night until three o’clock listening to a con- cert in New York. The next night he invited a few of his friends in to listen to a concert in Washington. He proudly walked up to the radio, threw back the cloth covering and stood there a minute to give them a chance to praise him for his clever work. He then tuned in. Everybody was silent as a mouse. Not a sound came from the radio. Again and again he tried. Still no response. Muttering something about needing a new “B” battery he ran from the room returning in- stantly with another one. After ad- justing this he again tuned in. All kinds of screeching, scratching, howling and buzzing sounds issued for about ten minutes. Then a voice said, “This is station WNAC, Wash- ington, President Calvin Coolidge announcing. The next number on the program will be Madame Brown at the Piano playing ‘It’s a Long, Long way to Tipperary.’ Again those unearthly sounds came from the radio. Everyone laughed heart- ily. Angry Tack rushed across the room, pulled away the screen that stood in back of the radio, and there stood Jack’s chum Bob grin- ning from ear to ear. Taking him by the shoulder Jack led him across the room, pushed him out on the piazza, and slammed the door. He

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THE ECHO 15 enough to pay him well. He said to me, in joke, knowing my rheuma- tism, ‘If you hadn’t a bog of your own, Mrs. Spears, I should be happy to make you a present of all you’d pick!’ “Now I’ll write a line to him, say- ing you are my substitute. Hand me my glasses, Betty. What a provi- dential thing you came in, as I said ! It makes me so happy to be able to help a little, now and then!” The bewildered guest meekly handed her the glasses, and with a conscience happily at rest, Mrs. Speers applied herself to the com- position of her letter to the deacon. RUTH HAUSER, ’27. The Mysterious Bag It was a dark, foggy night and I was returning from the movies. To reach home quicker, I took a short cut through an alley. I had gone about half way when I saw a man, who was carrying a bag on his shoulder, come out of one of the houses. I grew suspicious and de- cided to follow him. He shifted his burden from shoulder to shoulder as if the baer were of great weight. Suddenly I heard a cry like that of a baby come from the sack. This aroused my suspicions more than ever. The man was rapidly approach- ing the bridge which overhung a large river. He was just about to pitch the bag over the railing when I said, “Halt!” The man ran, leaving the bag be- hind. I ran over to the bag, untied the cord, and to my surprise, out came an old cat with her seven kit- tens. They started off in the di- rection of the house from which the man had come. JULES WALDMAN, ’28. THE FARM OF THE FUTURE In 2941 — “The world is certainly changed,” remarked some angels who were gazing down from the heavens, “since 1924.” Indeed it had. Buildings towered, miles high. The sun could not reach the streets, so artificial sunshine cast its rays from buildings and posts. Hardly a clear spot could be seen in all the world. Land was valued so high an ordinary man could not buy a square foot. The government reserved an acre here and there to help feed the people if connections with other planets were broken. I suppose you wonder how they built new houses; instead of buying land, they bought the top of another house and built theirs above. Fire was a thing of the past so nothing was de- stroyed by fire. A farm was a rare sight and what was considered a farm we would not recognize. Plants had been changed so as to yield more. Vegetables of all kinds grew on trees. Orchards of tomatoes, onions, beets, and with rare vegetables growing underneath were often found on a farm. The farms in many places were similar to the rest of the world, that is, in layers. By means of boxes and posts, food-stuffs were grown on top of each other. The rich soil used in layer farming was imported from other planets. Giant air-crafts were used for carrying things between planets. The few farms could hardly feed the people on our world. Canned goods, green vegetables, fruits and meats were imported from the stars. Milk, of the creamiest and best va- riety ever known, was transported from the Milky Way to help feed the many people. Thousands of pounds of butter and cheese were imported from the moon daily. Furthermore, the universe was so civilized it never had wars or anv such things. Peace reigned. ETHEL MAYERS, ’26.

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THE ECHO 17 was so angry that he wasn’t going to tune in again. Seeing how mad he was, they all stopped laughing and tried not to smile when they begged him to fix it. They really did hear a good con- cert, but Jack was teased about his fake radio for a long time. HELEN GRAY, ’28. Two Suits Spoiled The stars were shining bright above, ’Twas such a night as was made for love — They stood together at the gate Forgetful that the hour was late. Sweet words of love he whispered low And her whispered answers came soft and slow. They whispered and the hours crept on. Came a voice from within, “Tis time you were gone !” She shivered then crept very near, He laughed a bit to hide his fear Then gathered her close within his arm As though he would shield her from every harm. Then again a voice reached them at the gate, “Begone, I say, ’tis getting late.” They whispered soft, sweet words, and low; But he made no effort at all to go. From within once more the voice was heard, Then through the door there shot like a bird A huge black mass that onward rushed, And at the gate all was hushed. The on rushing mass let out a growl And then began an awful howl, The lovers parted — but too late The big, black mass had reached the gate. He made one dive for the unfortun- ate lover While the maiden screamed and ran for cover. The lover yelled, like one possessed, The dog administered what he thought best Fcr lovers who will their elders heed not But keep on loving, giving time no thought. The maiden sadly went inside And all night long she tossed and cried ; Her heart was heavy and filled with sorrow For well she knew that on the mor- row No lover would return to the gate, Surely not after such a fate. For the unfortunate lover would never forget The feel of those teeth and tongue cold and wet, And his suit he’ll no longer press, Which suit I mean, you can readily guess. EMILY M. LAKEWITZ, ’25. We Wonder: Why Emily likes Randolph? Why Mary is always talking about Cambridge ? Where Roy gets his dimples? Where Thelma gets her airs? How long Mr. Neal’s Lizzie will last? What we’d do without exercises? What would happen if Alfred came to class unprepared? What Fleming would do if his bicycle broke down? Where Autograph Album quota- tions originated? When the Echo will be paid for? If we are all going to pass? ? ? What other folks think of us? That’s all!!! Even our players know that a baseball through a window is good for a home run.