Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 10 JUDGE NOT A Drama in One Act CHARACTERS Mr. John Roberts, a wealthy business man. Mrs . John Roberts, a plump, motherly woman. Miss Betty Roberts, a wilful young girl, aged 18. Mr. Roger Roberts, an adopted son, ag,ed 24. Place: Boston, Mass. Time: August 28, 1927. SCENE (The living room of the Roberts’. It is a spacious room furnished in a comforta- ble, modern way with large open windows, through which nod fragrant flowers. Mr. Roberts is standing in the center of the room holding a check in his hand. Mrs. Roberts is sitting near the window, mending. ) Mr. Roberts: (pacing up and down the room) Don’t try to argue with me, Norma. Who else could have taken my name and forged it for twenty-five thousand dollars? Not one of my friends could have done so dishonorable an act. Why — Mrs. Roberts: John, stop! How can you condemn that boy like that? You have known him almost all his life and still you can call him a thief! Why, you might just as well accuse Betty of stealing it. Mr. Roberts: (placidly) There, there, Norma. Of course, you might be right and I may be mistaken but I ask you who else could have taken it? We know he had a motive. We know he wanted a motor boat. And when I told him 1 Wouldn’t give him the money for it because I didn’t believe in such foolish things for a boy who has his way to make in the world, he said he would give up the idea. But he probably was planning even then to take it. Mrs. Roberts: (heatedly) John Roberts ' I’m ashamed of you. The least you could do is to give the boy the benefit of the doubt. You even condemn him unheard. I suggest that you call him and let him defend himself. Mr. Roberts: “You’re right, Norma. I will do so. (he rings a bell and a servant appears.) Tell Roger to step into the liv- ing room. (The servant goes out.) Mrs. Roberts: I am sure he can clear him- self. Roger: Did you want me, father? Mr. Roberts: Yes. But I have no doubt you know the meaning of it. Stop, please do not interrupt until I am finished. Roger, will you please tell me why you forged my name to a check for twenty-five thousand? Roger: (passionately) Father! Surely you do not think that I did it? You have always been so good to me. Why, I — I couldn’t do anything like that to you! Mr. Roberts: (sadly) I would like to be- lieve you, Roger, but I am afraid I can’t. I will not hand you over to the authorities but I must request you to leave my house. You will please leave — at once. (Roger leaves the room to pack, and Mrs. Roberts is sobbing in the chair when Betty enters. ) Betty: (breezily) Well, for the love of Lula! Why, the sob scene? Mr. Roberts: (sternly) Betty! You will please speak in a more respectful manner to your mother. As to the meaning of the “sob scene,’’ Roger is leaving us. Betty: Leaving us! Why? Mr. Roberts: Why — er — you see, he — he — well, in plain English he forged a check in my name for twenty-five thousand. Of course, after that I could not keep him so I — Why, Betty! What’s the matter? Betty: (laughing hysterically) Roger! Forge a check? Oh! That’s rich! Well, before I’ll see him turned out because of something he didn’t do, I’ll confess. Your charming daughter forged that check! Mr. Roberts: (harshly) Betty, this is no time for dramatics. Of course, you didn’t forge that check. Why should you? Haven’t you all the money you need? Betty: Yes, but have you forgotten that a few months back Jimmy Clainborne asked if he could marry me? You laughed and told him he needed more money first. Well, I decided to take that measly twenty-five; you wouldn’t miss it and I needed it. Jim- my and I were to elope this afternoon. Now, of course, its all off. But I just wanted to prove that Roger didn’t take it. Mrs. Roberts: Betty, come with me. (Together they leave the room. Mr. Rob- erts sinks into a chair and covers his face. Roger enters) Roger: I’ve come to say good-by. Why, Dad, what’s the matter? Mr. Roberts: Roger, will you ever for- give me for doubting your word? I — I have just found the real culprit and now I ask you to stay for Norma’s sake. Roger: Of course, I will. Reta Walls, ’28. FRIENDS Make new friends, but keep the old. These are silver, those are gold. Cherished friendship in your breast, New is good, but old is best. Make new friends, but keep the old. These are silver, those are gold. Irene McCarty, ’30.

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THE ECHO 9 Kai within range of the bent tree, he put all his weight upon its top, until it would bend no farther. Just as the panther, with a yell of triumph, leaped towards the boy again, Maiketa let go of the stout green pole. It snapped back as swiftly as an ar- row flies from its bow, giving the panther a terrific blow between the eyes, as if he had been struck by a giant war god. “When in five suns Maiketa returned to the wigwam of his grandmother, Nobo, he was a warrior returned from the camp of the enemy. Everybody soon knew that Maiketa alone had slain Kai, the dreaded panther. He had brought back the pan- ther’s tawny pelt with which old Nobo would line his new smock to keep him warm when Peboan the God of winter returned.” Thus finished the old chief as the two came in sight of the lodge smoke. Robert White, ’28. THE POND The old pond by the village green Is fringed with willows grey, And round it bending ruches sigh, And merry children play. The white swan leads her stately brood Across its waters cool, And thirsty cattle pause to drink Beside the sunlit pool. The village lads set little boats Asail upon its breast, Its colors change from blue to gold As sunset paints the west. And little winds, that come and go, Sigh through the rushes green, That round its farthest borders weave A close and pretty screen. Reta Walls, ’28. “WHAT YOU WILL” One day as I was walking in an unknown land, I saw a magnificent castle with its highest tower hidden in the clouds. From the windows pretty colored banners were flapping gently in the breeze. As I ap- proached it, the drawbridge with a groan slowly came down to let me pass over the moat. I found myself in a great courtyard with nothing but big red roses. I went into the main entrance and saw I was in a great hall that was colored a very bright red. This hall was one hundred feet high and three hundred feet by one hundred feet in length and width. I began to search for inhabitants but found none after I had looked the castle all over except in one place. It was the highest tower. I was very curious so I started up the stairs. I climbed steadily for two hours and then a surprising thing happened. The stairs shut up like shutters on a blind which made a steep chute of stone. Of course gravity pulled me down very swiftly, for inside of two minutes I was at the bottom. I was so out of breath from the ride that I leaned against the wall. I fell through into a marvelous elevator like those in big stores. I looked to see where I had fallen through, but all around me was solid wall. I turned the lever of the elevator and at a high rate of speed it started for the top. After thirty minutes we came to an open- ing so I shut off the power and stepped into the same hall I had left thirty minutes ago. I was somewhat surprised but I was de- termined to get to the top so I went out in the courtyard, made a kite, and to the string I hitched a rope. The kite went up to the top, went around one of the braces, and fell back into my hands. One brace acted as a pulley and I pulled the string until the rope reached the top. I twirled the string three times and the rope tied itself to the brace. I started up the rope hand over hand. After doing this for three or four hours it grew monotonous, but just then I reached the top. My greatest surprise was yet to come. Sitting on a sofa was a ghost. He was a skeleton covered with a black robe. He had before him on the floor a big bowl. I jumped from the tower and started to run, but I began to fall. I grabbed hold of my suspenders and immediately, I was floating slowly downward hanging onto a parachute. At the last minute I looked at the tower only to see the ghost eating a doughnut. Frederick Crosby, ’29. SPRING Let me in. Good news I bring. Let me in, for I am spring. Softly sings the little stream. Life is an unending dream. All the flowers of earth are springing, All the birds of heaven are singing, All is washed in morning dew, All the old world is new. All is dancing, all delight, Never shone a sun so bright. Let me in. Good news I bring. Let me in, for I am spring. Ruth Houser, ’27.

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THE ECHO 11 WHEN A WOMAN’S “YES” MEANS “NO” The stage represents the living room of the Mather home. A large Colonial fire- place is at the left, within which stand huge brass andirons. On the mantle are brass candlesticks, and hanging directly above is an old-fashioned portrait of a handsome lad. Scattered about the room are many easy chairs; in the center back towers an old grandfather’s clock. To the left of the clock is the window, crossbarred and draped with chintz. As the curtain rises, Mrs. Mather is standing at the window, angrily facing a young man who has just sunk into one of the easy chairs. Mrs. Mather also wears a rather puzzled look as she does not know who this man is that the maid, Tessie, haci a few minutes previously admitted into her house. Young Man: This is Mrs. Mather? I am Charles Manning, a salesman from the Dakota Publishing Company. Mrs. Mather (haughtily) : I am Mrs. Mather, but I do not care for anything today. I believe you failed to tell Tessie your business or she would not have ad- mitted you. Mr. Manning (protesting) : No indeed, Mrs. Mather, it is not necessary for you to buy anything today. I am sure you will be interested to see our display of new books. It is the best yet. Mrs. Mather (determinedly) : You are only wasting your time and mine. I never buy books from peddlers. My husband is in the book business and gets all his read- ing material at half-price. Salesman (eagerly) : Oh, I am sure he can’t get any books like these. Mrs. Mather: I’m sure he can. He al- ways tells me never to bother to buy books, but just give him the names and he wil 1 get them himself. Salesman (quickly) : But you see, mad- am, these are a special value. Nowhere have you seen anything like it. (proceeds to open up his satchel and bring forth his wared) Here ig a beautifully bound book of our latest novel, “The Broken Heart”, by Ed- gar Rice. It is well illustrated. Here is a mystery story that possibly your husband would enjoy. He will not stop reading until he reaches the final page, I assure you, for it is very thrilling. It is “The Tenth” by Simpson. Mrs. Mather (shaking her head) : I do not read much and my husband despises mys- tery stories. There is nothing I want today. Book-agent (still persisting) : Well, here is a Bible, strongly bound and filled with wonderful, colored pictures. This is a necessity in every home. You should not — Mrs. Mather (interrupting) : We have several Bibles that are just as well bound. You can not show me anything I would care for. Book-agent: I am sure you haven’t one of these Companion Cook Books. It is filled with wonderful recipes and they are all very inexpensive to use. They are sell- ing this week for two dollars and a half. I know you will be proud to own one of these. Mrs. Mather (frostily) : I use only Fanny Farmer’s Cook Book and am well satisfied with that. Mr. Manning (in despair) : Have you any children or maybe a nephew or niece who would, I am sure, be overjoyed to have a set of these Bunny Books or perhaps one of our special size painting outfits? Mrs. Mather (blushing) : I have no chil- dren and my niece has just celebrated her birthday and I have already given her a gift. (Just at this moment Betty, her daughter, came rushing into the room. Betty, (excitedly) : Oh mother, mother Janey’s going to have a party and I’m in- vited. See here it is (displaying the tiny pink invitation) (Mrs. Mather, looking mortified to death, gazed around the room as if seeking a place to flee.) Book-agent (quickly seizing this mom- ent to conquer his victory) : This is just what your little girl wants, Mrs. Mather. You must buy now as you may never again get such a good offer . They are only three dollars a set. Surely you think they’re worth it? Mrs. Mather (leaning forward to get one of the books) : Well, I suppose I might look at them again. Salesman (brightening up as one with new hopes, rises in order to show Mrs. Mather the books good qualities) : See, here are the colored pictures that are a great help in explaining the story better to the little readers. Also note the good size print that the little ones may not strain their eyes. Would you like a set? Mrs. Mather (nodding) : Yes, I guess I’ll take one — Book-agent (rushing on now that he has won the first point) : And one of these cook-books. I know you’ll always be de- lighted with it. Mrs. Mather (weakly, seeing no other way to get rid of this agonizing salesman) : Well, I never use anything but Fanny Farmer’s, but I’ll take one of yours. (Mrs. Mather leaves the room to get her pocket book; Betty follows her. Mr. Manning (smiling and talking to him- self) : A perfect victory and well fought, too. Bless her daughter for coming in just when I had about given up. Well, let me see who is next (drawing a slip of paper