Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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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.

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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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18 THE ECHO SENIOR CLASS NOTES Class Officers President Elton Bred el Vice President .... Thelma Peterson Treasurer Edgar Hill Secretary Emily Lakewitz Class Colors Crimson and Silver. Class Flower White Rose. Class Motto “Seize the Opportunity ' The Senior Dance The Senior Class held its annual dance in the Town Hall, Tuesday, December 23, 1924. The hall was decorated in the Christmas colors, red and green. The class banner stood proudly upon the stage. The Elsmore Nash Orchestra of Brock- ton furnished music for the event. With the untiring effort of the com- mittee in charge the affair proved to be a success financially and socially. The Senior Play “Bachelor Hall, a very lively play with an abundance of laughter was successfully given April 18, 1925. The two old deacons from Randolph — Blagdon and Forrest, were the source of much amusement for the whole audience. Paine, as a play- wright and an Englishman, was a success and his play, “The Fatal Shot, furnished much fun and much trouble. Johnson, as a Con- gressman was good — but as Mephis- topholes he was “superlative and brought forth many a laugh from the audience. Mary McCarthy as Myrtleton’s ward proved quite a handful, and as John’s sweetheart, a real maiden in love, and John Had- field as a lover was one grand suc- cess. Scott as a Scotch minister and detective was surely in need of sym- pathy for he was in such complica- ted situations. Thelma Peterson as Mrs. Van Styne received much honor for the portrayal of her haughty manner. Peter George, as the darky butler, Jasper, well de- served the applause he received. Dorothy Simmons’ “Hoopla was very effective, while Winthrop Roberts as the Irish policeman, covered himself with honor. Emily Lakewitz, the amateur actress, pleasantly surprised the audience by her piercing shrieks so different to her customary tones of voice. JUNIOR CLASS Class Officers President Melville Blagdon Vice President Ethel Mayers Treasurer Wesley Paine Secretary Blanche Hadfield Class Colors Crimson and Silver. Class Motto “Our aim to win — Success will follow. Class Joke The Junior Class is going to rob the treasury to purchase T. N. T. to “boost “Bessie’s mark in History. SOPHOMORE CLASS NOTES Class Officers President Peter George Vice President. .Gertrude Campbell Treasurer Dorothy Clark Secretary Mildred Tibbetts