Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 7 Si? $ 1 1 $ Hiforaturr ?)1 4 SiS $ i $ K5 LIVING CHARACTERS One hot summer day I sat on the veranda with one of Gene Stratton Porter’s books lying in my lap. I closed my eyes and sud- denly I heard a soft voice saying, “Please, let me out.” I looked around trying to decide where the voice was coming from. The voice spoke again, “Please, let me out.” This time it seemed to come from the book in my lap. I opened the cover and, much to my sur- prise, a figure rose from its midst. It grew and grew until it reached the size of a human being. I glanced up at its face and saw a beautiful girl. Her hair was a beautiful auburn; her complexion was per- fect; her eyes were a peculiar gray; her well formed lips were parted, and I caught a glimpse of pearly teeth. She was dressed in a badly faded gingham dress. I had not recovered from the shock of seeing this beautiful creature rise from the book when she spoke: “I am the heroine of that book, and I thought you would en- joy seeing me in person rather than read- ing about me. If you will open the book, my mother will come to assist me in telling the story to you.” I opened the book and another figure rose. This time it was a middle-aged woman whose white hair was loosely coiled on her neck. Her complexion was perfect and was browned by out-door exposure. She was dressed in faded gingham also. The girl began to talk. “I am the girl of the Limberlost and this is my mother. I fear that it will be impossible to tell my story here so I will take you to the Limber- lost Forest.” From somewhere in her clothes she brought out a brown stick which she held before my face and a beautiful forest took the place of the furniture. The girl and her mother then showed me their home and told of the various trials they had been through. They told me how the girl had earned her way through high school and how she had made a success of her violin playing. Suddenly the girl turned to me and said, “Of course, there is a hero. Open your book.” I did this and much to my amazement a group of people came before my eyes. As they grew, the forest vanished and I found myself in the midst of a gay society party. The two people who seemed to stand out were a handsome and an equally handsome woman. The scene changed to a secluded nook where the boy proposes and the girl says, “I shall never marry you.” Back to the forest, the girl is shown picking flowers. Nearby her side is seated a young man whom I recognized as the man of the ballroom. They were together quite a lot until one day the boy receives a tele- gram and he goes back to the society folks. Here the girl, who once refused him, tries to win him back but he has learned to love the girl of the forest. He returns to he - and finds her gone. After many hard- ships, they are at last united. As this was shown to me, there was a shrill whistle sounded and the characters whisked back into the book. The Girl turned to me and said, “Have you enjoyed the book?” I nodded and she said, “I must go now. Goodby.” She then lifted the cover of the book and vanished. I tried to call to her but she did not answer. I opened my eyes and realized that I must have been dreaming, for I was seated on the veranda. The book was lying in my lap so I opened the cover and saw a picture of the red-headed girl. Jesse Beers, ’28. A BROKEN REVERIE I lay and mused beneath a tree Whose sheltering arms made shade for me. I lay and watched with thoughtful eye The forest birds as they chanced by. What more could mortal man desire Than sit and list to Nature’s lyre? To think long thoughts that have no end, And see the swaying tree tops bend. But Hark! I hear a steely ring! The ax is at a woodland King! The tall three fade away like shades When falls the sun on hills and glades. The ax is working in the wood And leaving stumps where giants stood. The mighty monarch’s thunderous crash Condemns man’s heedless race for cash. B. Loud, ’27.

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6 THE ECHO SNAP INTO IT We are glad that girls’ athletics are being introduced in Sumner High this yea . The Track Team consists of Freshmen, Sophomores, and Juniors. They practice three days a week under the instruction of the coach, Mr. Neal. He always warms us up by starting us off with a race, and a favorite saying of his is, “Come on, Snap into it.” At a meet May 10th, between the Sophomores and Freshmen, the latter won. It is hoped that every track member will “snap into it” and be winners in the com- ing competitions. Louise Hutchins, ’29. “THE ECHO” T is for Thomas, from Holbrook is he; With hair that is black and as curly as can be. H is for Henry of six feet and two He’s always ready to smile at you. E is for Evelyn, a shy little lass, Who is one of the smartest in her English Class. E is for “Echo” our school paper so dear. The name of it sounds loud and clear. C is for Crosby, a sophomore so bright, Who in Geometry, gets his problems all right. H is for Hiltz, Karl is his name, To go through College is his greatest aim. O is for “Oh gosh, don’t go so fast”. It’s the cry of we Soph’s in Geography Class. Agnes Borton, ’29. BACKING A LOSING TEAM “Come on” boys and girls, wake up and support your school team. It can’t win every game for you. If it won every game, you would be sick of watching it. How can it win if you do not back it up? Show them you have spirit, slap them on the back, and tell them to buck up. They’re playing for sport, not for money. Think how you would feel if you didn’t have any rooters at the games. So come on. let’s back them up, encourage them, and they will give you all they’ve got. Lawrence Dalton, ’29. The Final Ceremony Maybelle — “My dear, why don’t you ask me for advice on the matter?” Cora — “I intend to, just as soon as I decide what I am going to do” LEAGUE MEETINGS The meetings of the Southeastern Massa- chusetts League of School Publications were held this year at Holbrook, North Easton, and Milton. January 19 — At Holbrook. Representatives from schools registered at the high school. Special meetings were held at the school for the advisors, exec- utive board, editors and business managers. Dancing was enjoyed in the town hall for the other delegates. A supper was served in the basement of the Congregational Church at 6:30. A general meeting was conducted at 7:30 in the town hall. A one act play was presented by the Freshman Class. There was also singing by the glee clubs. A talk on School Papers was given by a Professor of Harvard. March 14 — At North Easton. The second meeting was held at North Easton. Representatives from Holbrook were Miss Megley, Dorothy Huskins, Kath- erine McCool, Mildred Tibbets, Hazel Tib- bets, Jessie Beers, Charles Martin and Ar- thur Therrien. Special meetings were also held here. After the general meeting two minute stunts were presented by each school. The Holbrook delegates represented a human xylophone. The air reproduced was “My Bonnie”. Dorothy Huskins was the xylophone player. The speaker was Mr. Rugg who talked on Short Stories. May 19 — At Milton. Representatives from Holbrook were: Miss Megley, Mr. Morrison, Mildred Tib- bets, Hazel Tibbets, Dorothy Huskins, Katherine McCool, Jessie Beers, Marion Hill, Charles Martin, and Arthur Therrien. Special meetings were conducted. Officers for the coming year were elected. The speaker at the general meeting was Mr. Chattor of the Springfield High School. He spoke on the administration of the school paper. A headline in the New York Times says: Princeton Eleven will lose 13 Men! % sj: Umpire: “Foul”. Wise Freshman: “Ah, where are the feathers?” Haughty Senior: “This is a picked team.” sfc % ij: Breil: “What do you think of Ford as a presidential probability?” Nylander: “Fine, he has the makings of another Lincoln.”

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8 THE ECHO BRAVE MAIKETA As Little Beaver and the old chief started for their lodge, the Indian boy ran on ahead, that he might swing from the tall, slim birch trees along the trail. Climbing to its top as the tree bent downward with his weight, he landed upon the earth, and the tree sprang back, standing upright once more. It was a game which all the Indian boys enjoyed by the hour — the game of the leaping birch. “Kayo, Kayo !” called the old chief warn- ingly. “The sun is now going to his wig- wam in the west; we must hasten. Ugh,” laughed the old man; “as we take the home- ward trail, I will tell you a story which you have never heard, about a boy named Mai- keta, which means ‘Little Warrioi.,’ and what happened to him because of a leaping tree. “Nobo, the old squaw, grandmother of Maiketa, was the most skillful weaver of basketry in all the village. Early and late she searched the forest, finding strange plants for making dyes, coloring the baskets she made. Later she wove them into pat- terns and animals, working them with dyed porcupine quills and beads. “When Peboan, the God of Winter, reigned and the winds shook the poles of her tepee, close to her fire huddled old Nobo; splint-making was Maiketa. Then when the robin piped outside in the forest and spring had come, it was time for Mai- keta to start on his yearly journey to trade the baskets of Nobo. His grandmother was far too old to take such a long journey. “So stringing the baskets on a large pole, he carried them over his shoulder. When Maiketa was leaving the village, a boy named Gomseti, or ‘the rattling gourd’ be- cause of his bad habit of talking too much when his elders would speak, met him just outgide the lodge hoping to frighten him. ‘You are over brave to start forth on a journey of two suns all alone. Do you not know that Kai, the great panther, is about? Only last night my brother and I heard his fearful cry in the darkness. We trembled with fear just to hear him al- though we were safe in the wigwam. I would never go so far off if I were you. Look out to-night when you make your lonely camp, for Kai,’ called the cowardly boy, loudly. “Maiketa, being strong of heart, was not frightened by the beasts of the forest, and often stopped to talk with them. Camping the first night near a pond, he watched old Ahmik, the beaver, and his army at work felling trees and building a new dam. At last lulled by the gentle songs of the Mukawis, the whippoorwiil, he fell asleep. “In the night he awoke feeling cold, so he threw some sticks on his dying fire. As he heard the ‘whu-hu-hu’ of a big owl calling down to him from a tree over his head, and seeing its great, golden eyes star- ing down in the darkness, he laughed. “Just then, peering into the brushes be- yond his camp fire, Maiketa saw another pair of gleaming eyes watching him. They were not those of a friend, for they were fierce and wicked. All at once Maiketa “Maiketa’s courage returned, for the boy was no coward, and gathering up his bas- kets again, he went on. Suddenly, about twilight, he heard a twig crack, and his ears, being sharp, caught the sound of pad- ded feet. Looking about he caught sight of Kai slipping in and out between the tree trunks, following. “Maiketa knew that he must think quick- ly if he would save himself from his enemy. Seeing a great fallen log nearby, he placed his baskets on the ground not far off. Seiz- ing a stout young tree of green wood, he took his knife and trimmed off all its small twigs and branches, leaving it a bare pole, as supple and as springy as his new ash bow. Putting all his weight upon it, he drew it down close to the fallen log, and hiding himself near the log, waited for Kai. Soon he heard the snarls. Kai was coming ! Maiketa raised his head to peep, and the panther leaped, landing on the very spot where the boy’s head had been the minute before. He gave Kai a loud thump upon his hood with the hickory stick. “Kai drew off for a minute, surprised and stunned by the blow. Soon he came creeping back towards the log and the bent tree, which had been held close behind the boy all this time. As soon as Maiketa saw knew that they were none other than those of Kai, the panther. Not losing courage, and hoping to frighten him, he threw on more sticks, making a high blaze. With a scream of anger, the panther leaped away; and Maiketa went to sleep again. “Kai, the panther, did not mean to let Maiketa get away, for his sides were thin from fasting. All the next day, not very far behind him, the panther followed. At noon, becoming more angry and impatient, and unwilling to wait for darkness, the pan- ther sprang out, wagging his tail angrily, and growling crossly. “ ‘Yeo, yeo,’ wailed the boy, thinking his time had surely come; ‘the panther will surely kill me. What shall I do?’ Then quickly he whirled his long stick about and hurled all his baskets into the face of Kai. The big yellow cat was so surprised and frightened at this, that he leaped away in- to the forest.