Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1928 volume:

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Blanchard Treasurer Loans made on Homes at 6% interest Deposits credited with 6% interest Begin to save when you begin to earn New series begin in June and December THE ECHO ' vtAGtTc L iOTTHfAStWN MASSACHU3E TT« pubv- ' £ Vol. V, No 2 Sumner High School, Holbrook, Mass., June, 1928 ECHO STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Charles Martin ASSISTANT EDITOR Basile Martin ASSISTANT EDITOR Dorothy Huskins BUSINESS MANAGER Herbert Reckards ASSISTANT MANAGER Arthur Therrien ASSISTANT MANAGER Hazel Tibbetts LEAGUE REPRESENTATIVE Dorothy Huskins LITERARY Jessie Beers ATHLETIC EDITOR Stanley White ATHLETIC EDITOR Marion Hill ALUMNI EDITOR Helen Gray JOKE EDITOR Robert White JOKE EDITOR Dorothy Brown FOREIGN DEPARTMENT EDITOR Alma Cummings EXCHANGE EDITOR Chester Howard CLASS ’28 EDITOR Helene Zoebisch CLASS ’29 EDITOR Claire Roach CLASS ’30 EDITOR Wallace Hancock CLASS ’31 EDITOR Norman Smith FACULTY ADVISER Miss Megley CONTENTS DEDICATION 5 EDITORIALS 7 ALUMNI DEPARTMENT 10 FOREIGN DEPARTMENT 11 SCHOOL NOTES 13 LITERATURE 16 POETRY 24 ATHLETICS 26 JOKES 31 Back row: F. White, K. Briel, G. Austin, L. Hiltz, W. Ackerman, C. Martin, J. Smith, W. Callahan. Second row: S. Salter, M. Michaels, P. George, C. Brown, J. Beers, M. Hill, C. Johnson, M. Sears, H. Reckards. Front row: C. Howard, A. Rosenberg, R. Jardine, H. Gray, A. Th.errien, D. Huskins, R. White, R. Walls, R. Weeks. In front: H. McKay, H. Zoebisch. THE ECHO 5 DEDICATION To the seniors of Sumner High School, Holbrook, Massachusetts, this issue of the “Echo” is affectionately dedicated. This class of 1928 has always been an inspira- tion to their “under-grads”,, and it is with a sincere feeling of regret, mingled with best wishes for their future welfare, that wo see them depart from us. SENIOR HONOR ROLL Because of high scholastic standing for four years of high school work the highest honors of valedictory and salutatory have been awarded this year to Arthur Therrien and Charles Martin respectively. Others who are included in the Honor Roll are Jessie Beers, Kendal Briel, Helen Gray, Phroso George, Lindsay Hiltz, Dorothy Huskins, and Francis White. CLASS DAY EXERCISES On Friday night, June 21, the Senior Class will hold its annual Class Day Exer- cises. These will consist of a reception by the class, the reading of the class history by Helen Gray, the prophecy by Dorothy Huskins and Robert White, the donat- ing of class gifts by Jessie Beers and Herbert Reckards, the reading of the class will by Lindsay Hiltz, and the singing of the Class Ode written by Helene Zoebisch. Ray Mullin’s eight piece orchestra will furnish music for the occasion. The decorating of the hall will be done, as usual, by the Junior Class. TO THE SENIORS All the years you will travel A thousand different trails: Down life’s highway Where tall ships sail, Down sunswept country lanes, Down many crowded streets. But oh! the magic and the beauty Where each other you may meet. Ruth Dyer, ’30. MATCHING GAME Do You Know These Seniors 1 A girl who does all things just so? She’s on the honor roll you know. 2 A smiling girl who is very gay, Who’ll talk of dogs the live long day? 3 A boy who thinks it is quite right To walk down Union Street at night? 4 A boy who blushes very red? Just like his car, so it’s been said. 5 A girl who has a boyish bob, And never could be called a snob? 6 A girl whose long hair is in curls, Who’s liked by all the boys and girls? 7 A boy who smiles most all the day, And whom old Uncle Sam does pay? 8 A boy whom all would like to tackle, Because he has that awful cackle? 9 A girl who’s quiet, petite, and shy? But when you look into her eyes, oh my! 10 A boy who sells Frigidaire, And with his brains none can compare? 11 A boy who likes to argue well, Before and after every bell? 12 A very busy helpful miss, Whom all next year we’re going to miss ? 13 A girl who has more than one beau? She soon will wed, we surely know. 14 A boy who’s entering B. U. To study hard on subjects new? 15 A blue eyed boy with curly hair, A Romeo, and pitcher rare? 16 A girl whose tones can scarce be heard? So listen well to every word. 17 A girl whose namesake was contrary? She’s not so big, nor yet a fairy. 18 A boy who never was quite ready, But whom we hope will now be steady? 19 A quiet man among our men? He’s known to speak, yes now and then. 6 THE ECHO 20 A girl who’s tall and very fair? Can any smile with her’s compare? 21 A very small and winsome lass, By far the smallest in her class? 22 A boy who’s with us once in a while, Because he hates to walk that mile? 23 A boy who’s tried and tried in vain, But cannot make a typing gain? 24 Efficient is her middle name? In the business world she will gain fame. 25 A girl whose hair is black and long? At shorthand and typing she sure is strong. 26 A boy who comes from Brookville town? For being late he’s won renown. 27 A boy who hasn’t much to say, But has his lessons every day? 28 A boy whom you will always meet Somewhere in school or on Plymouth Street. 1 “Achy” 2 “Tiny” 3 “Buttons” 4 “Johnny” 5 “Pochantas” 6 “Romeo” 7 “May” 8 “Jarda” 9 “Bob” 10 “Juliet” 11 “Connie” 12 “Chet” 13 “Fran” 14 “Ken” 15 “Ray” 16 “Michy” 17 “Mac” 18 “Stan” 19 “Herbie” 20 “Art” 21 “Dot” 22 “Bill” 23 “Barker” 24 “Freeze” 25 “Re” 26 “Soapdish” 27 “Curly” 28 “Cal” TYPEWRITING AWARDS The following awards have been won by the pupils of the typewriting classes during the past few months. Silver Pin — Reta Walls. Bronze Pin — Reta Walls, Anna Rosen- berg, Helene Zoebisch, Phroso George, Alma Cummings. Certificates — Alma Cummings, Jessie Beers, John Smith, Mary Michaels, Hazel Tibbets, Maybelle Sears, Constance Brown, Cora Johnson, Hazel McKay. SENIOR CLASS NOTES l On Friday evening, January 6, 1928, the Senior Class held its annual Senior Dance in the Town Hall. It was well attended by many outsiders as well as many high school pupils. The music was furnished by the “Moonlight Serenaders,” the eight snappy artists from Brockton. Miss Megley, Miss Collins, Miss Richardson, and Mrs. Morri- son acted as patronesses. Friday, February 17, 1928, the same clever class presented in the Holbrook Town Hall the three act drama, “Oh, Kay!” This was a mystery play which provided a num- ber of thrills and exciting moments. The characters were as follows: Edith Whitman Maybelle Sears Evelyn Whitman, her mother, Dorothy Huskins Arthur Whitman, her brother, Arthur Therrien Captain George Whitman, her father, Robert White “Gram” Pembroke Alice Borden The “Black Terror” “Gramp” Pembroke Jim Hayes Jesse Beers Anna Rosenberg Chester Howard Herbert Reckards William Callahan Kay Millis, of the Detective Agency, Marion Hill Fred Allen Stanley Salter Miss Megley who acted as coach was pre- sented with a beautiful bouquet at the close of the drama. The scenery played a large part in the presentation of the play. This was ob- tained from the City Theatre in Brockton. Music was furnished by the “Moonlight Serenaders” who afterwards played for dancing. Between the acts candy was sold by the senior girls. Many favorable comments have been made on this drama, as: “best ever”, “care- fully rehearsed”, and “like to see it again”. A picture of the cast will be found in this issue. On April 3, 1928, the entire Senior Class went to the Rand Studio in Brockton, and posed for the class picture which is in the front of this magazine. It was very warm, but most of the class enjoyed the experi- ence as well as a motion picture after- wards. SENIOR SHORTHAND Qualifications for Stenographers Cheerfulness Accuracy Poise Confidence Ambition Interest in his work Cora Johnson Reta Walls Maybelle Sears Anna Rosenberg William Callahan Stanley Salter THE ECHO 7 “Under-grads” Sumner High Dear Under-grads: — The time has come for Us Seniors to bid High School Life adieu, and we feel it is our duty to give you “under-grads” a few instructions and so-called “tips”. We have sailed the four year course of our high school-life without a mishap although the sea cf Study has often been burky and rough. First: friends, give your teachers a “square deal” by having your lessons well studied. We Seniors know it is hard to study when others go to ball games, track meets, movies, etc.; but just remember business should always come before pleas- ure. Second: work for your school; be loyal to her. There are many ways to do this. For instance: get on the athletic teams and help your school gain victories; work hard in your studies and help bring up the school’s average; get on the Echo staff and work, — and it certainly will be work as we Seniors know. “Take it from us,” collect- ing “ads”, writing essays and stories, proof reading, and financing the school paper aren’t the easiest things in the world. But who wants the easiest things? What fun is there getting things just for the asking? Isn’t it more enjoyable to get your aim when you know that you yourself have worked and sweated for it? In closing we want to ask you under- grads who will initiate the new building to appreciate it and be careful of it, so that you will always be proud of “our” New Sumner High School? Sincerely, “We Seniors.” Mr. Neal: Are there any questions? Lois: Yes. How do you calculate horse power in a donkey engine? Brud: Do you always find out who all the people are that you hit? Fluke: Sure, don’t you think I read the papers? “ROLLING UP THE SCORE” We are fast approaching the end of our high school career and soon will come the time to “Roll up the Score.” Will your score be below or above ? Will you be ahead a winner? If you are not, whom can you blame? It is in our high school early days that we should start to “roll up this score” which will put us back or ahead. So why not put our best into our school work and make it first. Will not this “Score” mean more to you in the life ahead of you than the petty pleasures you put ahead of your school work? Think of those who are try- ing to help you to win that Score and really want to see you win. Why not show the best that is in you and “roll up our score high.” If you would only stop and realize the work that is done and the sacrifices made for us to obtain our schools and edu- cation, I’m sure you would appreciate more. So let us start now, and if your score is below, bring it up above, so that when graduation draws near and the “roll- ing up of the scores” begins, you will know that your score is ahead. Alice Anglin, ’29. GRADUATION When I first began high school I was amused to hear graduates speak of how they hated to leave. All this love for school seemed “all the bunk” to me. The quicker I got out the better off I would be. How- ever, as my time to graduate approaches I realize that this talk was not made just for effect. There is something within me that tells me that I will be sorry to graduate. When I first discovered this fact, I was as- tonished at myself. But no longer do I yearn to finish high school. I am begin- ning to realize that I am having the best time in my life. Undergraduates realizing this may snicker in much the same fashion that I did myself, but wait until they grad- uate. “Ain’t it funny what a difference just a few years make.” Arthur Therrien, ’28. 8 THE ECHO LISTENING Listening seems like an easy and an un- important thing to do, just sitting still and saying nothing; but listening is a real art, and there are not many who have learned it. The reason is that the majority of the people are so busy thinking of things in which they themselves are interested that they do not try to listen. They do not give the other fellow a chance to talk half the time, for they want to do the talking them- selves, though by right the other fellow is entitled to the time, and often has some- thing interesting to say in it. When they do listen, often they make a distracting noise, or act bored. They do not give the courtesy that they demand when they are talking. Did you ever think that when another fellow tells a story, it is your duty as a listener to at least appear to be interested in it ? If he tells a joke, laugh. Maybe you have heard it, but they say that a gentle- man has never heard a joke before. Play the game, and be a good listener. Then there are many who do not listen when a speaker has the floor. In church, school, or at public lectures, they whisper, or talk out loud. This is very discourteous and shows a lack of good breeding. A speaker is entitled to be heard whether you enjoy what he is saying or not. If you dis- agree with him, leave as quietly as pos- sible but do not stay and disturb him. Cora Johnson. THE LEAGUE MEETING AT ARLINGTON Wednesday afternoon, January 25th, at two thirty o’clock Herbert Reckards, Charles Martin, Bob White, Arthur Ther- rien, Miss Megley, Jessie Beers, Hazel Tibbetts, Helen Gray, and I left the Sumner High School for Arlington.. We made the journey there in Bob White’s and Charles Martin’s cars. We in Bob’s car have a good joke on him that will last for some time and which has endangered Bob’s repu- tation as a driver. When we reached Har- vard Square, the policeman held up our side of the traffic. Then suddenly, as Bob thought, the policeman signalled him to come. Just as suddenly he blew his whis- tle, and Bob jammed on the brakes. Draw- ing his huge white mittens off the police- man crooked his finger for the foot traffic to cross and then let the traffic go the other way. After a few minutes he held up both hands, stopped all traffic, and with a low bow signalled Bob to proceed. With much laughter over this we finally reached the Arlington High School. Although Herbie is the business manager and should have registered and bought the supper tickets, he claimed his hands were too cold to write and that I would have to do the “dirty work”. When this was done, we went on a tour of the building. As I was not able to attend all of the departmental meetings, I can only tell you what happened in the ones I attended. It was presided over by Mr. Haggard, the chairman of the Advisory board. The vari- ous reports were read and accepted. It was voted to accept the suggestion of the News Committee that a Best News Item be added to the list of prizes. A committee of five was appointed to look into the matter of annual school contests in schools and the idea of awarding worthy members of the staff. The meeting adjourned at 5.45 o’clock. The supper time at a League Meeting is always enjoyable and this one was es- pecially so. We had a very delicious sup- per. It was enlivened by songs and cheers from the various schools. After supper we adjourned to the assem- bly hall where we listened to three very interesting speakers. After the speakers came the play, “Marjorie Makes Good”, which we all enjoyed. It was presented by the dramatic club of the Junior High West. An announcement was made at this time relative to the separation of the junior high’s from the seniors. Dorothy Huskins, ’28. THE LEAGUE MEETING AT BRIDGEWATER On Wednesday, March 28, 1928, the mem- bers of the Echo Staff gathered at the high school preparatory to their journey to the League Meeting at Bridgewater to be made in Charles Martin’s and Thorndyke Flye’s cars. When we arrived at Bridgewater Normal School, we went through the usual pro- cedure of registering and procuring our supper tickets. Then we took seats in the Horace Mann Auditorium where we were welcomed with a very interesting speech by Principal Richter, High School, Bridge- water. I attended the Advisory Board Meeting, presided over by Mr. Haggard, chairman. The reports of the Secretary of the Advis- ory Board, of the Recording Secretary, of the Corresponding Secretary, and of the Treasurer were read and accepted. The report of the Committee on Awards was read and discussed. The report was ac- cepted, and it was voted that the commit- tee be reappointed, and look into the matter of giving these awards. The remaining plans were discussed, and the meeting ad- journed at 4.55 o’clock. THE ECHO 9 At five o’clock we met in the Horace Mann Auditorium, this time for the general meeting. The candidates for the League offices were presented to the League. The interesting speakers of the evening were: Arthur C. Boyden, Principal, Bridgewater State Normal School; Miss Margaret Archibald and Miss Alice M. Taylor, Stu- dent delegates from the State Normal School, and Mr. A. J. Philpott of the Boston Globe. The latter speaker was especially interesting. He gave us many “tips” as to how news items are collected, and the method in which they are written up. After the addresses, we went to the Junior High School Auditorium where we were served an excellent supper. During supper we were entertained by the “Green and Gold Orchestra”. Each school found at its place a favor which had something to do with its town or school paper. Ours was a horn, the nearest thing to an “Echo” as no one has ever seen an echo yet. We then went again to the Horace Mann Auditorium where we enjoyed the Senior class play, “The Patsy.” It was a delight- ful play which kept us in laughter most of the time. About 9.30 we started home. Everyone was very tired but very happy, each one declaring that he would not miss the next League Meeting. Success to the League in all the coming years, and may it grow in numbers as it does in good deeds. Dorothy Huskins, ’28. THE LEAGUE MEETING AT NEEDHAM The annual meeting of the South Eastern Massachusetss League of School Publica- tions was held at Needham High School May 23, 1928. A delegation of nine of the Echo Staff ac- companied by Miss Megley and Mr. Mor- rison left Sumner for Needham in Miss Damon’s and Charles Martin’s cars. We in Charles’ car arrived after the others, and we still have them guessing as to where we were. After the registering was over, we ad- journed to the Auditorium where we were welcomed by Mr. William F. Pollard, Prin- cipal of Needham High School. From there we adjourned to the simultaneous group meetings. There was a meeting for each delegate. At the Executive Meeting a great deal of business was accomplished. The various reports were read and accepted. The as- sessment for 1928-1929 will be three dollars, a dollar and a quarter less than last year, so you see the League is growing. The next article of business was the Committee report on awards. We are no further ahead than we were in October when it was first brought up. As it stands now, no ac- tion will be taken until the meeting next October. The places of meeting for 1928- 1929 were assigned thus: October — Whitman J anuary — Randolph March — W eymouth May — Middleboro These are subject to change. The last order of business was the election of offi- cers. Each school was allowed one ballot. The meeting was adjourned and we re- turned to the auditorium where we listened to the following speakers: Mr. Biglow Thompson of the Editorial Staff of the Boston Transcript who spoke on “Adven- tures in News Gathering”; Miss Louise Guyol, a short story writer, who spoke on “The Business of Being an Author”; and Miss Pearl Nanscawen of Boston Univer- sity who read some of her poems. After the General Meeting the different schools gathered with their banners, and led by the Needham Girl Scout Bugle and Drum Corps and paraded to the First Bap- tist Church for supper. We enjoyed a de- licious supper served by the Ladies’ Circle of that church. During supper we were entertained by Orchestra selections by “The Marines.” Another interesting feature which we all enjoyed was the community singing. After a short business meeting when we reached the auditorium the newly elected officers for the year 1928-1929 were intro- duced to the League. We were then enter- tained by a selection by the school orches- tra. Next came the farce “J. Ceasar”. This was enjoyed by all. We never knew Ceasar could be made so funny. The Boys’ Glee Club under the direction of Mr. Pollard ren- dered four selections. The next on the pro- gram was a one act comedy “A Musical Surprise” given by five members of the high school. This very interesting program was closed with a selection by the orchestra, followed by taps. After such an interesting and enjoyable day we all departed homeward. Those of us who are leaving the League this year leave with sorrow, but we are glad of hav- ing had such a delightful meeting for our good-bye. Dorothy Huskins. Mr. Neal: “What was the Sherman act?” Mary M.: “Marching through Georgia.” Henry Drummond: Do cats have a heaven, Gordon? Gordon K.: Sure. Henry D.: Where is it? Gordon K.: The Canary Islands. 10 THE ECHO Alumni Department In the Alumni section of this edition we had planned to have something a little dif- ferent than has ever been attempted before. We asked several college students to write us a short topic on some part of their col- lege life that appealed to them most. How- ever, as most of you know, this is a very trying time of the school year, and most of those requested to write pleaded to be ex- cused because of the usual nerve wracking final exams. One of our alumni members pleasantly consented to tell about Bridgewater Nor- mal. I am sure you will find her editorial very interesting. We wish to thank Ethel Mayers for helping to make the June issue of the Echo a success. To the Members of the Sumner High School Past, Present, and Future. The question is oft repeated, “How do you like Bridgewater Normal?” What is my answer? Why, what could it be but, “It’s wonderful,” or “Oh, I just love it,” or some such response? Then I am asked what I like the best. “Everything” answers the question, but it does not seem to satisfy my questioners, so I start enu- merating. There is first of all the school itself. The new building is a pleasure to us all. It is convenient and impressive. The rooms and halls are still being decor- ated and everyone is interested in the ar- rival of some new piece of decoration. Then there are the sports. Both the men and women have Athletic Associations. The men have Varsity Soccer, Basketball, and Baseball teams. They compete with other Normal schools and smaller colleges. The women do not compete with other schools but just between classes. They play hockey, soccer, basketball, and baseball. Almost every class, club, and organiza- tion have socials or dances of some sort during the year. These are held in the “gym” which is attractively disguised for these occasions. Everyone has a good time, for, besides the dancing, there is always an entertainment. There are many other good times at the plays which are given by both the women’s and men’s dramatic clubs, at the glee club concert, and many others. There is one thing which we have every day and costs us nothing, and that is chapel exercises. There is always something in- teresting — we have classes and organiza- tions demonstrating their work, speakers from our school and from outside, and even moving pictures. I have not spoken of studies, but we have a wide variety of subjects. There are four courses offered at Bridgewater; the four year course leading to a degree of Bachelor of Science in education preparing students for departmental teaching in higher grades, a three year course for teaching higher grades, a two year course preparing stu- dents for teaching the first six grades, and a Kindergarten course of three years. Ethel Mayers, ’26. HIGH SCHOOL A high school is a funny place, There we our problem have to face. It shows us that the life we lead Is governed by each act and deed. Each one must do his bit of work, And study hard and never shirk. The social times, which there are found, Are like those which in life abound. The work is mingled there with play, And we must show up every day. But when we’re through, we all shall know, It was a “corking” place to go. Arthur Therrien, ’28. AS WE SEE OTHERS The Menotony Beacon, West Junior High School. You have a good paper, but why not add a few jokes to make it more humor- ous. The Partridge, Duxbury High School. You have an attractive paper which shows good work in all departments. Stetson Oracle, Randolph High School. Four paper is small and could be improved in many ways, but it shows good work on the part of the staff in collecting adds. The Southern Bell, Southern Junior High School, Somerville. The Chime and Club Corner was very good, but a joke here and there would add to the humor of it. The Abhis, Abington High School. You have a well arranged paper and a good lit- erary and athletic department. Your week- ly numbers are also very interesting. Eastoner Junior, Oliver Ames High School. Your paper shows good work on the part of all departments, and we wish you good luck on your mimeograph papers. THE ECHO 11 Foreign Department LES RACES Un jour cinq gens causaient des races qu’ils avaient vus. Un homme etait Anglais, un autre Irlandais, un autre Francais, un autre Americain, et l’autre etait Ecossais. L’Anglais a dit qu’il a vu un race dans lequel un cheval a gagne par un tete. Apres avoir dit cette histoirc, L’Anglais, l’lrlandais, et le Francais ont achete quelque chose a boire, chaqu’un a son tour pour tous les autres. L’lrlandais disait, “Le race le plus clair qu’il avait vu etait quand un chevals est recire la langue et il a gagne le race par une langue”. Apres cette histoire chaque homme a achete quelque chose a boire pour tous les autres, maisrace l’Ecossais n’on a jamais achete a boire. L’Americain disait, “Le race le plus clair que j’ai vu etait quand une abeille a mordu un cheval du nez et le cheval a gagne le race per la bosse qui lui formait sur le nez.” Encore tous les hommes achetaient quelque chose a boire mais l’Ecossais n’a rien achete. Le Fran- cais disait, “Le race le plus serre que j’ai vu est le race Ecossais. (L’Ecossais n’a rien achete a boire.) Arthur Therrien, ’28. LA MORT DE MARIE II etait de bonheure dans la Rue de la Paix dimanche matin que l’on a vu une petite pauvre femme. Elle s’est assise sur les pas d’une grande eglise. Elle avait les pieds vus, ulceres au froid. Vu vieux Chale voir etait sa seule enveloppe. Elle avait une tres triste countenance mais dounce et tres petite. On l’a envoge prier des sous aux gens guaud ils sont arrives pour la service a l’eglise. II etait encore de bonheure. II neigeait. Elle se en- roulait plus tendue dans la Chale. Elle avait si froid qu’elle s’est decidee a entrer dans l’eglise. Apres qu’elle etait arrivee dans l’eglise elle a offert une priere que sa mere avait une fais offerte. Sa mere etait maintenant morte et tandisque Marie repetait la prieee elle a voulu qu elle fut aussi avec sa mere. Marie etait tombec prosternee sur le peancher. Elle ve reverllerait encore pas a Paris Car elle s’en etait allee a sa mere. Dorothy Field, ’29. Lin: I got my clams for nothing. Chet: I got mine to eat. TURNI MORS Consurgunt gemitu Rutuli; totusgue mons circum remugit, et vocem late nemora alta remittunt. Ille humilis supplexque precans inquit. “Equidem merui, nec deprecor, utere tua sorte. Si qua cura miserae tangere protest, oro, me miserere senectus, sen corpus spoliatum lumine, redde meis.” Aemeas feruidus ferrum adverso sub pectore condit. Membra frigore colvuntur, vitaque cum gemitu sub umbras fugit. Vincent Naverouskis, ’29. UN CHIEN SAVANT II y a beaucoup d’ans, il est demeure dans la ville de Paris un medecin celebre qui aimait les animaux. Un jour un de ses amis a achete a sa maison un chien favori dont la jambe s’etait casse; et il lui a dcmande s’il pouvait faire quelque chose pour le pauvre animal. Le bon medecin a examine l’animal blesse et lui ordonnait un traitement et il l’a bientot gueri, et il a recu les graces de son ami, qui a fait une haute valeur sur son chien. Un peu de jours apres, le medecin etait dans sa chambre en train d’etudier. Il a pense qu’il a entendu un bruit a la porte, comme quelque animal qui gratte entrer dans la maison. Pour un temps il n’a fait pas d’attention au bruit mais il a continue a etudier. Afin, cependant, il s’est leve et il a ouvert la porte. A son grand etonnement il a vu entrer le chien qu’il avait gueri et un autre chien avec lui, celui-la avait aussi un jambe casse et il pouvait mouvoir avec beaucoup de difficulte. Le chien que le medecin avait gueri avait mene son ami a son beinfaiteur pour que l’on le guerisse aussi et bienqu’il le put, il a fait com- prendre le medecin que c’etait cequ’il a de- sire. Francis White, ’28. TEMPESTAS MARI Robertus, imperator classis decern annos inter Galliam et Roman navigabant. Uno die magna tempestas venit. Magno periculo fuerunt. Viri territi sunt et impera im- peratoris non paruerunt. Naves in nigris aquis egerunt. Terra videri potuit. Mag- num clmorem audiverunt. Naves a tem- pestate deletae sunt. Auxolium a populo in terra missum sunt qui suum periculum vidit. Imperator et decern viri servati sunt. Rita Hutchins, ’31. 12 THE ECHO FATE OF LAOCOON (A Translation from the Virgil) Laocoon, a priest, chosen by chance by Neptune, was sacrificing a huge bull near the sacred altars, Behold however, thru the calm sea, two enormous serpents from Tenedos — I shud- der recalling it — with immense coils, lie upon the sea. Together they wend their way to the shore. Their bodies with their bloody crests conquer the waves; their tails skim along the sea, and the immense bodies twist in a coil. A clash is heard in the foaming sea. Now they reach the sea. How horrible they are! Their gleaming eyes of blood and fire and their hissing jaws thrusting out their forked tongues. Frightened we flee from their sight. These seek Laocoon with steady march. At first each serpent entwines the small body of one of Laocoon’s sons, and it consumes the wretched limbs with their fangs; after this, they seize Laocoon himself, bearing weapons as an aid, and they enfold in huge coils; and now twice they encircle about his waist, twice winding their scaly bodies about his neck, they tower over his head with their high necks. He, at the same time, strived to loosen the coils with his hands. His fillets drenched with blood and dark venom, at the same time, he raises hor- rible shouts to the sky: Such as a roaring bull makes when he avoids the altar and draws out the ill-aimed axe from his neck. Yet the two dragons escape to the high- est part of the shrine in flight, and they seek the citadel of the cruel Minerva, They hide under the feet of the goddess and under the curve of the shield. Then in truth, a strange trembling fear penetrates thru’ the souls of all and they lead Laocoon to suffer his crimes as he de- served, for he damaged a sacred horse with his spear and hurled his wicked spear into its body. They proclaim that the people ought to take the image to their homes, and that they ought to beg for the protection of the goddess. Evelyn Rosenquist, ’29. Tierney (translating) : Le pain de ton gruter. I have a pain in my stomach. Duggan: How long can a person live without brains? Ruth: I don’t know. How old are you? FRENCH DEPARTMENT The French Club, organized last year, be- cause of the success of a French play given last year, decided to have one this year. Miss Bartlett selected and coached the play, “Le Sanglier.” The characters were as follows: Henri de Ranglade, Basil Martin; George de Malbois, Vincent Naverouskis; Gontran des Tilleuls, Arthur Therrien; Berthe de Malbois, Helen Gray; Suzanne de Baines, Dorothy Huskins. The setting of the comedy is in the coun- try house of a young widow, Suzanne de Baines. The play was well attended by all the French students. The actors and actresses showed marked ability in mastering the language. Candy was donated and then sold. Favors made by Miss Bartlett were donated. Ruth Dyer and Charles Dornan rendered French songs on the piano and violin. The affair closed with the singing of the Marseillaise. All hope for another similar affair to be held next year! PARATIO BELLI Omnis Gallia Germanis bellum inferebat. Milites ab Bruto et Lentulo legatis Cae- saris conscripti sunt. Feminae commeatus pro militibus parabant cum in proelium irent. Senes homines acriter gladios et tela pro militibus parabant. Naves ad Aquitaniam mittebantur ut frumenten et alios commeatus pro exercitu acciperent. Exploratores dimittebantur ut locum hostium cognoscerent. Caeser conventum consulis habebat ut sua consilia cognos- cerent. Stanley White, ’30. Translation of “Roman and American Schools” from “Our Roman Legacy: A Latin Reading Book” by A. T. Otis. The Romans divided the day into twelve hours. The night had four watches. Many Roman boys walked to school at the first hour. Many Roman boys were not in school because schools were private, not public. We in America approve of public schools. But Roman teachers were slaves from Greece who wished to be free. These Greek teachers taught boys and asked a price. They bought their freedom with this money. There were not ten public schools in Italy. We American boys are taught without money. Do you approve of that? Poor boys and boys who have riches are taught in one school. They are prepared for college and for life. Everett Hayden, ’31. THE ECHO 13 The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, this year had a poster contest. The posters were exhibited in the Boston Public Library. Miss Dowd, the drawing supervisor, interested her classes so that Reta Walls was awarded a bronze medal, a first prize; and Ardelle Wilde, a bronze medal, a second prize. SCHOOL CALENDAR Monday morning always finds us sad and blue, But Tuesday we think more of the things we have to go through. Wednesday we feel gay and spry, because the week is flying by. Thursday we all sing with glee, because Miss Murphy comes you see. Friday is the last call, for Saturday we have no school at all. Christine Callahan, ’30. S. H. S. Come all you members, and listen to me. I’ll tell of a place we’re glad to be. Though you all have good schools, it’s plainly seen Our S. H. S. is surely the queen. Though we may not be as large as you, All of our members are loyal and true, Working hard for what you may guess, For we realize the worth of the S. H. S. Harriet Wiggins, ’30. At 7.45 I start to school, At 8.00 begins the gruel, At 9.00 I commence to sweat, And at 9.35 begin to fret. At 10.20 comes recess; I then sit down in happiness. And then again at 10.35 I start to work like a bee in a hive. A little while later to English class And when I don’t study, I gaze at the grass. Next a study period I can’t lend, For I read the Advertiser end to end. COMMERCIAL DEPARTMENT In response to many requests of the pupils, the Commercial Club was continued this year. This club is composed of junior and senior pupils who take commercial sub- jects. Several successful parties have been held this season; among these were a Val- entine Party at which valentines were ex- changed (comic and otherwise), and a St. Patrick’s Party. At the latter a play was presented entitled “The Boob”. The fol- lowing took part and proved their skill at acting: Lawrence Dalton, Thomas Ahearn, George Sears, Merton Mann, and Hazel Mc- Kay. If we can judge by t he wild applause, the play was a huge success. After the play, refreshments were served. JUNIOR CLASS NOTES The big event of our Junior year was the Class Prom on April 13, 1928, from 8 to 12 in the Town Hall. The many who attended pronounced it a great success socially. It also was financially. Potted plants and flowers served as dec- orations. Miss Megley, Miss Collins, and Miss Richardson were the patronesses, and Mr. and Mrs. Morrison, guests of honor. The music for the dance was furnished by the snappy and popular Moonlight Serenaders of Brockton. All the fun wasn’t during the Prom. Much was obtained in preparation for the affair. Hazel Tibbetts, Edward Sanger, Frederick Crosby, Louise Hutchins, Claire Roach, and Basil Martin, in the latter’s F ord, had an exciting experience while try- ing to sell tickets. On the way home from Abington, Hazel “felt in her bones that they were going to have a flat tire”. They did. As Basil had no spare tire, he had to patch the inner tube. Scissors and a pump had to be borrowed, and in doing so Edward and Hazel were both chased by large dogs. However, they all arrived home safely. The next important event was the obtain- ing of our Class rings. On the shank of the rings are the class numerals with a re- 14 THE ECHO production of the ship Constitution. The border of the face is a scroll. An old Eng- lish S on a blue shield is in the center with “ ’29” above it and “Sumner” below it. Everyone is satisfied and think they are the most attractive rings any class has ever had. Henry Richardson and Edward Sanger are on the Boys’ Track Team this year. Martha Kierstead, Evelyn Hill, Hazel Tibbetts, Adelaide Hadfield, and Marjorie Meara are members of the Girls’ Track Team. The Juniors who belong to the Baseball Team are Laurence Dalton, Ralph Joyce, George Sears, Thomas Ahern, and Henry Richardson. Hazel Tibbetts, Alma Cummings, Basil Martin, and Claire Roach are on the Echo Staff this year. The Glee Club is aided by Dorothy Field, Alma Cummings, Evelyn Rosenquist, Agnes Borton, Martha Kierstead, Miriam West, Alice Anglin, Marcia Grindle, Louise Brown, and Rita Levangie of the Junior Class. SOPHOMORE CLASS NOTES Since the last issue of the Echo we have added three new members to our class — all boys. They are John Murray, from Bos- ton; J. Allan McKinley, otherwise known as Jam, from Dedham, and William Fralin from Los Angeles, California. We now have forty-nine in the class. Let’s hope they all remain to graduate in 1930. On January 24, the Sophomores planned to have a skating party, but as it usually happens, the party had to be called off on account of no skating. At a class meeting a committee was chosen to select a banner. It is to be of green satin with gold braid, a pretty com- bination. On the satin will be painted the class flower; the year, 1930; and the class motto, “Vincens et Vincturus”. In June we will feel very proud to carry this banner in the time-honored graduation march. Our class is well represented in various things at school. We have two members on the baseball team, three members on the Echo staff, and a large number of boys and girls on the track teams. Wallace Hancock, Jr., ’30. CHIEF OCCUPATIONS OF FAMOUS SOPHOMORES Stanley White — Getting “A” Carleton Waters — Doing Geometry Thorndike Flye — Whispering Roger Poole — Doing Biology Lawrence Duggan — Getting afternoon sessions Alfred Krastin — Burning up the cinders Charles Dornan — Talking. Wallace Hancock, Jr. — Walking to Cedar Hills Henry Drummond — Looking over others’ heads William Sullivan — Being early. Anna McCarthy — Giggling FRESHMEN CLASS NOTES Since the December issue of the Echo the class has elected the following officers: President, Charles Still; Vice-President, Weston Parker; Secretary, Rita Hutchins; Treasurer, Helen Morse. Another meeting was called later, and Malcolm Andrew was elected president, Charles Still having resigned. Several penmanship awards have been received by the following members of the Commercial Penmanship Class: Annie John- ston, Florence Tibbets, Horace Stodder, Marieta Regan, Inez Rollings, Gertrude Smith, Ralph Smith, Harry Wiggins, Lil- lian George, Dorothy Mills, Claire Mack, Glenna Shanks, and Bruce Grindle have re- ceived the Palmer Method button. Florence Tibbets and Annie Johnston who have re- ceived the merit medal, progress pin, and improvement certificate; Lillian George, Dorothy Mills, and Gertrude Smith who have received the merit medal and progress pin; and Inez Rollings who has also re- ceived the progress pin. POP CORN Out of the pan Into the fire, Bursting, bouncing — Higher, higher. Out of the fire, Over the hearth, Burning of fingers, Scrambling and mirth. White as new snow, Yellow as gold, Better be patient, Till I am cold. I have a little garden, Where sweetest flowers bloom, While on the distant sea-shores, The cooling waters boom, Sea breezes fan my blossoms, While birds flit too and fro, This goes to make a picture We gardeners love, you know. Dorothy Shi pley, ’31. What jolly fun — And I am done. Stanley Salter, ’28. THE ECHO 15 Cast of the Senior Drama Back row: H. Reckards, A. Therrien, C. Howard, R. White, W. Callahan, S. Salter. Front row: M. Hill, J. Beers, Miss Megley, coach; M. Sears, D. Huskins, A. Rosenberg. HOMEWORK Oh, what a trial is homework! Studying all the night. Pages and pages of lessons, It doesn’t seem quite right. The teachers have no pity And always, day after day, They give us the same old lessons In the same old lengthy way. While studying, our thoughts do wander To things that we like to recall, As the dance that we went to last evening, Or an exciting game of ball. With a start we come to our senses, And sadly wish with a moan, That we knew of a far off country Where homework was yet unknown. Pauline Blanchard, ’30. DREAMING A.t night I have the queerest dreams. I’m a lady fair, of old, it seems. Or other times it seems I could Become a star of Hollywood. Then other nights when cheese I’ve eaten, I seem to get an awful beating. nd on cold nights, with sleet and snow, 1 seem to be an Eskimo. But if the night is warm, by chance, Why, I am gay in sunny France. But better than the lands I roam I like to dream of ma and home. Alma Cummings, ’29. 16 THE ECHO THE LEGEND OF THE RED SUNSET Long, long ago, in a little island in the Mediterranean Sea, a most startling thing happened. At sunrise one morning a ter- rible booming noise was heard around the world, and in the center of the island a big hole was torn in the earth. Up through that dark abyss came the Devil, a big red monster riding in a chariot that was drawn by thirteen ugly witches. Upward toward heaven he rode, and as he neared the blue sky, dark clouds began to gather. Soon he reached the heavens and immediately a thunder storm commenced; the gods were fighting the Devil and his witches! Four days that battle lasted. Lightning, the strokes of the gods, lighted Mother Earth; and thunder, the mighty roar of the Devil, could be heard around the universe. At last the earthly brute was beaten, and he returned swiftly to the mountain-top, carrying with him a huge red object, the Ruby of the Heavens. For a moment he stopped on the lofty peak and shouted his defiance to the gods; then, with a swish of his tail, he retreated to his home in the middle of the earth. Hundreds of years passed during which the island became known as the Isle of the Devil’s Hole, and the precious stone as the Devil’s Ruby. Many young men had en- tered that dark cavity in quest of the jewel, but none of them had returned. Now, how- ever, there was great excitement in the lit- tle town of Bokenho, a community that had grown up on the island. Hamel and Josh, two of the most prominent young men of the town, were prepared to capture the Devil’s Ruby. Amid the cheers of a mob, the two, armed only with two stout daggers each, entered the dark passage. For many hours they walked, always down, down, down, until at last they saw before th em two gleaming green specks; the eyes of some monster! What could they do? Only one passage, a monster before them, and behind them, a holy vow to cap- ture the precious stone or die in the at- tempt. A fight to death was inevitable, and they approached the silent living obstruc- tion slowly. Suddenly the green specks disappeared, and an instant later the two friends were carried to the floor of the pas- sage under a tremendous, fleshy, crushing bulk. Even as they landed, Hamel and Josh had drawn their daggers and were inflict- ing deathly wounds on the green-eyed brute. The monster, for a moment, as- tonished by the sudden attack, released his crushing pressure, and in that instant Hamel had freed himself and was on top of his adversary, a huge deformed ape. With one mighty swing of his powerful aim, Hamel buried his dagger in the back of the beast. It was the last blow; with a muffled grunt the big body toppled to one side of the passage. What hanpened then almost killed the friends by fright. A wierd, whining voice screamed above them. “The first sentinel of the Devil is dead. He died fighting,” it said. The voice had come from nowhere, and it was followed by a cold, clammy current of air that swept down Devil’s Hole. For a moment the two young men seemed frozen, but as the horrible echo died out, both men regained their self-control, and after a short consultation, Hamel and Josh decided to continue immediately. They plodded on, slowly now, not because of fear but because they were tired. Sev- eral hours of steady, fast walking, a hard fight, and a nerve-racking scare such as they had just experienced was enough to make any normal person tired. They had walked but a short distance when they de- cided to sit down and rest. Selecting a broad flat rock which protruded from the side of the passage, the two young men sat down with a quiet little sigh. Almost im- mediately the two friends fell into a deep sleep. After what seemed to them a very short time, they awoke with a start and regarding but slightly the bonds that held them, each let out a cry of horror at what they saw. Before them was an immense, ugly Chinaman with sallow skin, long black hair, and very primitive features. THE ECHO 17 “I am the second sentinel of the Devil,” said he. “What is your mission here in Hell?” Noting the seemingly friendly tone in the deep, gruff voice, Hamel and Josh both braced up. “We come to capture the Devil’s Ruby,” said Josh in a voice full of confidence. The Chinaman stooped toward them and said in a low voice, “I help those who con- spire against the Devil.” Then with his big, burly hands he clumsily untied the knots in the ropes that held the two friends. With a bound Hamel and Josh were on their feet and ready to go. Even as they turned to continue on their way, the Chinaman let out a low, gut- teral grunt, and fell dead. Again the weird, whining voice screamed. “The second sentinel of the Devil is dead,” it said. “He died because he was a traitor.” And again the cold, clammy cur- rent of air swept down the passage. Only for a moment did the two remain still; then they proceeded with hurried steps. After walking a short distance, the two friends came to a city. I t was Sedah, the capital of Hades, and the home of the Devil. Disguising themselves in some old clothes that they found outside the gates, the two entered the city which contained only buildings of the blackest marble with splashes of red here and there for decora- tions. After a short search, Hamel and Josh found the palace and entered very cautiously. As they entered the Palace Boom, both men suppressed an exclamation of surprise; there before them was the Devil, the monster that couldn’t be killed, and beside him was the ruby, placed in an ebony box, the cover of which was up. The two youths left the palace very perplexed. How were they going to get the jewel? Upon talking to some people, Hamel and Josh learned that when anybody in the city died, the cover of the ruby box was closed and a window opened directly above it in the roof. This decided the plan by which the two young men could capture the ruby. Josh, having borrowed a long piece of strong cord, tied it to the handle of his dagger and hid it in his coat, while Hamel sharpened his dagger on the corner of a building. The time had come. As Josh sped off toward the Palace, Hamel seized a young man by the throat, dragged him between two build- ings and killed him. Then he ran out in the street and shouted the news of the sud- den death. As soon as the news reached the palace, the cover of the ebony box was shut, and a window above it was opened. Josh, who had gained the roof of the pal- ace, seeing the window open, took the dag- ger from his coat and with a little flip of his wrist sent it speeding downward. It was a perfect throw; the sharp blade stuck solidly in the cover of the box, and by a few quick pulls on the attached cord, Josh had the Devil’s Ruby in his possession. It was truly a miracle that Hamel and Josh escaped from the city unnoticed, and with running steps the two fairly flew up the dark passage. It wasn’t long, however, before their flight was discovered, and with a roar the Devil was after them. With an untiring pace the red monster followed them, while they, almost exhausted from the uphill run, crawled into a salt cave for temporary safety; how near they were to the mouth of Devil’s Hole they did not know. Almost ps soon as they had reached a safe place in the cave, their pursuer had discovered them. He stopped and crouched low, a deep, grumbling growl coming from his throat. Slowly he approached; always prowling. He had reached the mouth of the cave. He kept coming. He was almost to them. With arms upraised he was about to pounce on the two terrorized men when a beam of sunlight, coming from above, fell across his face. As if struck a mortal blow, the Devil fell to the ground and started rolling down the long, d rk passage. With ,Tr eary, but fast steps Hamel and Josh fol- lo’ T ’ed the guiding beam of sunlight to the mouth of Devil’s Hole. No crowds were there to welcome them. w hen they looked for the town of Bokenho, they found only the ruins of some old build- ings. They looked at each other. Both had lo’gg, white beards and the features of old men. Ah! they knew; they had been in HaJ s for many, many years. They had succeeded so far. But how were they go- inn- to get the ruby back to Heaven? The two old men needed a rest and both ! y down to sleep. No sooner had they s f rted to slumber than two beautiful, pure white angels, floating on silver wings, came from the heavens to greet them. “Hamel,” said Josh to his friend, “we are wanted in Heaven.” Then, assisted by the two fairies from Heaven, the two old men went up to the bine skies. There, after a council of the ods, Hamel and Josh were made saints nn.d given charge of the recovered Ruby of the Heavens. Now, each evening, when the world has b°en good for one day, Hamel and Josh flash the ruby before the sun and make the gorgeous red sunset. That, my friends, is the legend of the red sunset. Basil Martin, ’29. Frederick: Basil, what’s the best way to rawe corn beef and cabbage? Basil: With a knife and fork. 18 THE ECHO “HE AIN’T GOT NO TAIL!” A little “yaller” dog slunk warily down the street. Out of a near by alley crept two dirty little urchins carrying sticks over ther shoulders. “Yah! Yah! He aint got r.o tail,” they chanted in unison, “lil’ yaller dog ain’t got no tail, Yah! Yah!” The lit- tle dog turned tail (although he had none) ?”d fed, his only thought to hide from those shrieking little demons. The mongrel skirted several ash barrels, squirmed through a hole in an old wooden fence, raced through several back lots, un- der another fence, and thus came out on the same street from which he had been driven by the urchins. “He ain’t got no tail” went swiftly up the dirty street and then stopped suddenly, sniffing at the air. Then still more suddenly he bounded up the stairs end into a dilapidated apartment house. Presently a large funnel of smoke poured from a second story window and one could hear the muffled screams of children and a distant “woof, woof” of a dog. Just as the fire engines appeared on the scene, a little yellow dog with a badly singed face and coat bounded out of the door carrying a small, live bundle in his teeth. This he dropped at the feet of the spectators and then galloped back into the now furiously blazing house. Twice he went into the furnace-like building, and twice he came out carrying a small child. “Catch him. Don’t let him go again,” was the cry as the little yellow dog started back into the flaming structure, and some kind person laid a detaining hand on the pup’s neck. Soon the firemen had the blaze under control, and all the spectators were prais- ing the little yaller dog for his brave res- cue. The pup went home with good will in his heart for all mankind. A few days later the little “yaller” pup, as he was going proudly down the street, was seen by the two small ragged children who carried sticks in their hands “Yah! Yah! He ain’t got no tail at all! Yah,” was the taunt that rang out as the boys caught sight of the little yellow dog. But little, “Ain’t got no tail,” continued down the street, unheedful of the stinging taunts and safe in the importance of being the town hero. Penelope Hutchinson, ’30. Teacher: Johnny, put pasturize in a sen- tence. Johnny: A wad of paper flew past your eyes. A SUMNER JAY WALKER IN HEAVEN A Sumnerite had died and was now at the r ates of his celestial abode. The golden gates beckoned with a gleaming brightness rnd far beyond he caught a glimpse of the pearly streets. At the gates he met St. Peter. That benevolent gentleman smiled warmly and welcomed the newcomer. He received the Sumnerite’s pass-port and pro- ceeded to peruse it. “Well, my dear young man,” said St. Peter as he finished reading, “this pass- port speaks highly of you, but one thing is wrong. Your principal and teachers of vour high school state that when attending lhat abode of learning you were a chronic ' ay-walker. What have you to say for your- self?” “I can only say that I am sorry and will try to be better in the future,” replied the cor trembling Sumnerite. “Once a jay-walker, always a jay- walker,” growled St. Peter, “but we will place you on probation. Jay-walking is prohibited in our city because of its °rowded conditions. You may enter, but ” (, member if you disobey our rules, after ” ee weeks you will be punished.” The gates were flung open and the Sum- rerite entered. He stared amazed at the si erht which he beheld. The street resem- bled any busy down town street. Cars drove swiftly by, people rushed along, and everything was a bustle and hurry as in the world below. The Sumnerite wended his way along the street until he came to the house where he was to stay. The landlady showed him his room, and he sat down to ponder on the perplexity of things. The Sumnerite had spent two profitable weeks of his probation very well. He had secured a job and was conducting himself very well. His probation would soon be over and then he could live happily in this wonderful place. Not that he was unhappy. Oh, no. But he had to be so careful that his r� prves were becoming frayed. Soon he would have conquered this habit of jay- walking and then all would be serene. Oh, how he wished that he had obeyed the traf- fic rules of Sumner High. On this particular morning when the Sumnerite’s mind was dwelling on the traffic question he was walking along the main nearly street when suddenly he saw in the middle of the road a package of Wrigley’s Spearmint gum. Now, back in Sumner this had been the Sumnerite’s fa- vorite kind of jaw exercise. Many had been the times that the baskets of Sumner had held these specimens of Wrigley. Ever since his advent in this wonderful place the Sumnerite had longingly yearned for some of Wrigley’s masterpieces and now, before THE ECHO 19 him lay some. With a whoop of delight he pounced on the gum only to drop from the heights by hearing some one holler, “Say, where do you think you are,” accompanied by the screeching of brakes. Then he felt the heavy hand of the law upon his shoulder, and feeling that all was lost he turned and looked up into the face of St. Peter. “I’m sorry, young man, because I thought you had changed. I guess you did not ab- sorb all those lessons taught at Sumner.” “No, I guess I didn’t,” mournfully re- sponded the Sumnerite, “I certainly wish I had. If it hadn’t been for my love of Spear- mint gum and my habit of Jay-walking, I would still be living happily above.” Thus spoke the mournful boy as he plied his way downward. Look carefully to your own faults, and see that this is not your fate. Dorothy Huskins, ’28. BILLY DREAMS A steady thump, thump, thump awoke Billy from his sleep. Sitting up in bed he gazed with astonishment at a funny, little, round headed old man, swinging back and forth on the foot-board of his bed; hitting his funny little jointed feet against the boards as he swung back and forth in glee. The appearance of the little old man made Billy laugh. All head and no body he presented a funny appearance. A little bald spot on the top of his head glistened like snow in the moonlight which flooded the room. Peculiar little bumps stuck out all over his head, and the lights and shadows gave it the appearance of a large, wrinkled russet apple. Two bright spots of blue shone as eyes, and his mouth ex- tended way across his head. Billy’s talk with him was very interest- ing . “For goodness sakes,” said Billy, “Who under the sun are you?” “Well,” said the funny little man, as he stopped his swinging and glanced at Billy with a crooked smile, “I’m the fellow you threw into the corner last night when you said Geography did not do much good. Did you know, Billy, that I can tell you all about the land and people; how land and ocean, rivers and mountains, plains and valleys, temperature and wind and rain- fall control the ways in which men live, from the Siberian hunter in their land of snow and ice, with the prosperous farmers busy at their great harvest on the prairies of North America; with the Egyptians patiently lifting the Nile water with their long sweeps; with the wandering Mongols driving their flocks and herds over the im- mense steppes of Central Asia. From all of these, Billy, you can get a world of in- formation, and if you stop to think that the word Geography comes from the Greek words meaning “earth” and to “write”, you would have a little more patience with a fellow like me who can give you such a wonderful description of the earth on which you live. “Get busy, Billy, and don’t treat a fellow quite so rough when he is trying to help you out.” Myron Holbrook, ’30. THOROUGHLY FRIGHTENED One dark night I was going home from my friend’s house. She had given a Hal- low’een Party. I was passing an old empty house when I heard someone say, “There she is. Grab her!” A colored man stepped from the bush which grew near. I ran and he after me. Every minute he was gaining. I climbed a fence thinking he would not know the way and would not follow. I ran across the lawn towards my aunt’s house; and looking back, I saw the an scale the fence. I stopped running c nd hid in the shrubbery. The colored man looked around for a moment, then started for my aunt’s house as I had done. As I watched him, I realized that he knew the way fully as well as I did. Nearer and nearer he came. When he reached the shrubbery where I lay hidden, he stopped and said, “Come out from behind those shrubs. I know you are there, because I saw you when you hid.” I did not know what to do. Suddenly I remembered the trap door to my aunt’s cellar. It was close to where I lay. My fingers were feeling the wall in search of the door. I felt it al- most directly in back of me. The man made a movement as if he would enter the shrubs. I threw myself against the door, and it gave to my weight. I crawled in and locked the door on the in- side. I then lighted a match and found my way to the cellar door. I entered the kitchen by way of a short flight of stairs. 1 stopped in horror and was about to run down cellar again. There sitting by the stove was the colored man who had chased me. Seeing I was frightened, he said, “Do not be afraid, it is only your father.” Then he laughed, and I laughed too. He took a cloth and began cleaning the burned cork from his face. I asked, “Why did you chase me and not say who you were?” He smiled and replied, “This is Hal- low’een Night. I too must have fun.” Marietta Regan, ’31. 20 THE ECHO A YOUNG AUTHOR It was on a bright sunny May morning that Edith Mayfair, singing merrily, ran down the stairs. She greeted her mother with a cheery smile and gave her little crippled sister Ruth a bear hug. Her sunny countenance brought smiles to the clouded faces of her family and seemed to brighten the bare little kitchen. “Good-morning, dearie,” said Mrs. May- fair. “What makes you so happy today? Poor Ruth’s back seems to be worse. If only we had a little extra money to send her to that health farm doctor was talking about.” “Cheer up, motherkins,” replied Edith, “I’m sure we’re going to have some luck. Last night I finished my story, and I’m go- ing to take it to the contest manager today. Oh, if I only win that five hundred dollar prize! Every cent is going towards Ruthie’s expenses a t the farm; and when she comes ck, she’ll be running all around again. Won’t that be wonderful, mother?” ex- claimed Edith rushing across the room and gathering Ruth in her arms. “What would I do without you, my dear?” said Mrs. Mayfair, her face damp y tears. “Oh, now cheer up, mother! Have you a jite for me to eat before I rush off to work? It would never do to be late this morning, for I’m going to ask for a little extra time this noon hour to deliver my story.” Mrs. Mayfair bustled about the kitchen scraping together a meager breakfast for her two children. Every extra penny was being saved so that Ruth, who had spinal trouble, could go away to a farm for the summer where she could get good care. At half past seven Edith went tripping lightly down the street to her work as stenographer in a law office. She held her precious manuscript close to her body as if afraid that she was about to lose it. On the crowded street-car her smile again seemed to cheer up those around her, for the usual grumpy looks on the peoples’ faces had turned to smiles. Even her boss seemed more than good natured this morning. Edith was glad of this because she did not want him to refuse her the extra time at noon. She hurried through the morning mail and soon had it disposed of. Her fingers fairly flew over the keys of her typewriter, and about noon she sat back with a sigh and surveyed her empty desk with satis- faction. She then rose and hurried into the office. “May I have an extra half hour this noon, Mr. Collins?” asked Edith timidly. “I have a very important errand to do.” Mr. Collins swung around in his chair and surveyed her with an attempt at a smile. “Yes, I guess it will be all right. See that you are back here at half past one,” he grudgingly assented. Edith’s joy was now complete, and she fairly danced from the building in her eager attempt to get to the short story office. When she had nearly reached her destin- ation, she slowed down, and her face took on a slightly worried look. Suppose they didn’t accept her story after all her work and hopes. Poor mother and Ruth! How downhearted they would be. She ran the theme of her story swiftly over in her mind. Had she neglected to bring out some important point? Had she made her story interesting enough to hold the reader’s at- tention ? A thousand points that she might have brought out now rushed to her mind. “Well, there is nothing like trying,” she said aloud. Once more she quickened her steps and in a few minutes entered the contest office. “Good morning. What can I do for you?” asked a genial looking, middle aged man. “I — I’ve brought a story to enter in your short story contest,” replied Edith. “Name and address, please. We will an- nounce the winners in next week’s maga- zine,” replied the man. After giving the necessary information, Edith retraced her steps back to the office. How could she possibly wait two weeks? Oh, if only she could win the prize! Yet the two weeks really flew by quite rapidly with the three Mayfair’s hoping constantly for good luck. The last day of the two weeks arrived. Edith arose early and was greeted by a morning that was the exact replica of the one on which she had taken her story to the contest office. Mrs. Mayfair fondly kissed her daughter good-bye as she left for work, and wished her, about the hundredth time, the best of luck While sorting out the mail, Edith came across a thick envelope. She was surprised to see that it was addressed to her. Quickly slitting open the envelope, she took out a long letter. As she did this, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. Edith picked it up and was about to lay it on the desk before she perused the letter. The words “Maynard’s True Story Magazine” caught her eye. She snatched the paper up and looked again. She rubbed her eyes, scarce- ly believing what she saw. The check — for that is what it was, was made out in her name for five hundred dollars. Her story had won first prize! Her joy knew no bounds! THE ECHO 21 Her first thought was to rush home to mother. Indeed she was half-way to the door, without her coat, when she realized that she could not leave work. Oh, would that day never end ? Everything went wrong. The boss asked for an important business-house address which could not be found anywhere. Many times she had to ask him to repeat when she was taking a let- ter. This was far from making him good natured. Later when he found mistakes in her typing, his anger had reached its limits. He stormed out to her office and proceeded to make her listen to a half-hour lecture on being a great deal more careful in the fu- ture if she wished to keep her position. This scolding brought her to, and Edith managed to finish the rest of the day in peace. The cars were never so slow as they were that night. Edith kept her hand in her pocket-book so she could make sure not to lose that precious check. She danced up the stairs and rushed into the kitchen crying, “Mother! Ruth! Mother! Ruth!” At first they were startled; but when they saw Edith’s beaming face, they knew the whole story. They all cried with joy; they all laughed. Edith danced about; Mrs. Mayfair rushed around doing nothing, and little Ruth clapped her hands in joy. There was not another more pleased fam- ily in New York, than the Mayfair’s that night. After they had finally settled down some- what, Mrs. Mayfair and Edith started right away to make plans for Ruth’s trip to the health farm, which was to last three glori- ous months. Helen Gray, ’28. SUSAN The big mill pond was frozen over and, as usual, every evening, it was crowded with skaters. Every person who could pos- sibly skate at all went skating: tiny tots, wee bits of things; adults, even folks as old as fifty; the high school crowd, all of them; the minister — he was a dandy sport; and the teachers, they always went; Yes, every- one who could possibly skate went skating. Susan went skating too. She went alone and had a good time, at least she pretended she did, skating there alone. No one knew, however, how much she wanted to be in- vited to snap-the-whip with the rest of the high school crowd, to be invited to some of the good times after skating, such as: re- freshments at Anne’s house, a dance at Nell’s. — a sleigh ride planned all unex- pectedly for the next night, or perhaps, a walk to some near-by town with skating and refreshments t here. But, she was never asked because she was just a plain little person who had never been invited to the “crowds’ ” good times and whom no one thought of inviting. Susan wasn’t homely; neither was she good looking. Her black hair was as “straight as a poker,” her complexion had the olive tinge which one usually connects with a Spaniard, her lips were very red, but her brown eyes were the life of her face. They twinkled, laughed, and sparkled. The most objectionable thing about her how- ever, was her clothes. They never were the pretty bright colors one associates with a young person but always a dingy brown which made her look as dark as a foreigner, but she wasn’t. Her Yankee name, Susan Whitman, showed that. It wasn’t until Susan’s aunt came to town that the “crowd” began to notice any change in Susan, and then it was only when a new fellow, Billy Worthington by name, whom all the girls were simply “crazy” over, asked, “Who’s that pretty girl?” “Where? Why — why — oh, girls, look! Can that possibly be Susan Whitman?” Anne questioned. “Why, so it is,” replied Jane, and the “crowd” simple stared at Susan. What a different Susan though! Instead of the usual brown things, she had “blos- somed out’ in a red sweater and English tarn which made her look almost beautiful. Instead of the heavy brown shoes, her feet were incased in new black skating shoes and, best of all, she could skate and skate well. Was it the innumerable hours of practising that had made her a good skater or the new clothes that attracted the “crowd’s” attention to her skating? Well you can decide that. It was much to the girls’ amazement that Billy skated over to Susan. “May I skate with you?” he asked. “Why — why, I’d be delighted,” Susan answered. What happened after I am not allowed to tell, but I will say that Susan became one of the “crowd” not only because she was Billy’s girl friend, but also because she had “it”. Jessie Beers, ’28. CAN YOU IMAGINE The Seniors not late Helen without a smile Maybelle without her lipstick Mr. Neal not giving afternoon sessions Art with his lessons not prepared Marion without her history Stanley hurrying Jarda with knickers on Bob’s hair mussed up Herbie six feet tall 22 THE ECHO QUINCY GRANITE During the past summer I made several trips to the quarries of Quincy. At first I was interested in the beauty of the old quarries and the opportunities which they offered for a good swim. After the first two or three trips, I began to notice the many varieties of stone, the methods em- ployed in getting out the stone, and the mode of preparing it for usfe in building or in monuments. The following brief history of the granite industry is probably correct in most points, but as it is based on information gathered from many sources, even workmen in the pits, it may have more or less error. Granite is the hardest stone used in building, and it also is found in the most compact masses. In the early days it was considered impossible to shape it in any way and the only use made of it was in the form of rough fieldstones. When King’s Chapel in Boston was burned, a desire was expressed to rebuild it in a substantial manner. Capt. John Hayward of Braintree suggested granite and even offered to furnish the stone. He was thought to be crazy, but was told to go ahead, the builders thinking to hear no more of the matter. What was their sur- prise to receive word from the captain, a short time after, that he had a sloop load of shaped and finished stones ready to ship! The methods employed by the captain were crude, but he got results. A large boulder was selected and struck near an end with a large chip. This was repeated on all sides of the stone until it was nearly the right size and shape. Then he further reduced and shaped it with smaller hand hammers, finally finishing the job with a hammer somewhat like an axe struck edge- on against the block. If a stone was par- ticularly hard, the stone was often heated by a bon-fire built against one side and then suddenly doused with cold water, thus flak- ing off the hard outside. In 1787 the builders were able to report that they had sufficient shaped stone on the ground to complete the building. King’s Chapel stands today unaltered and as firm as when built, a lasting memorial to the durability of granite and to the courage and foresight of Captain John Hayward. This crude method was followed for many years, but early in the last century Bryant, who as a boy had worked with Hayward, worked out a process for drilling rock with steel bars and then splitting it with iron wedges. The first method was to cut nar- row slits in the rock to receive the wedges. A company was formed, including the lead- ing men of Quincy, who, it is said, cele- brated in the good old way, they drank much rum to the success of the new busi- ness. From this time the solid ledges could be worked as easily as the boulders, and a new industry had begun. As a result of the in- crease of business Gridley Bryant and John Hayward (not the captain who had died years before) planned and built the first railroad in America in order that the stone might be removed to market at tide water more easily. From this time Quincy, which before had been a sleepy farming village, became the busiest town in all New England. Quincy Granite became the rage for all new public buildings, not only in America, but also in Europe. The Boston Custom House was the wist of the larger buildings. So heavy were the stone columns that forty yoke of oxen w ere required to draw a single pillar over the road to Boston. Then followed Bunker Hill Monument, the Adams Temple in Quincy, the State Capitol at Alabama, and the Province House in Halifax, N. S. All work, even to lifting the stone from the pit, was done by men or by horse-power. It was in Quincy that the Irish, fleeing star- vation at home because of the land laws, made their first real colonial settlement in America. They were soon followed by Welch and Scotch who were attracted by the wages paid in the quarries. The next great stride was the introduc- tion of steam power. Hammers and drills, hoists and derricks now operated by steam doing ten times the work of the old horse mills. Over the line of the first railroad which was horse operated, ran the new steam railway. John Quincy Adams alone, mourned to see his “eternal hills” cut down like wax. Still the stone shipped was somewhat rough and all unpolished. Here the Scotch had their innings, for in Scotland building stone was polished and often machined. Machinery was brought from Scotland, and the finished stone industry came in. Even immense globes have been cut and polished to a mirror gloss, and so perfect are they that no irregularity can be found with fine calipers. Next came the era of compressed air machinery. Light drills and hammers operated by air under a pressure of 500 pounds to the square inch gave every man the power of a steam engine, and yet he could hold the machine in one hand or take it to any part of the shed or pit. A stone could now be quarried, dressed, and polished in the time it used to take to put in a sin- gle row of drill holes. Electricity next came in and the speed of work still more increased. With the com- THE ECHO 23 ing of electric power came immense saws with teeth set with diamonds, and now the stone by their means is really dressed as it is cut from the quarry. It was thought that the coming of cement would put a stop to the cutting down of the solid granite ledges, but the fact that one quarry, al- ready over three hundred feet deep, is planning on going to the five hundred foot level, does not point that way. I may say in closing that there is no more interesting spot in all New England than the quarries of Quincy where visitors are always made welcome. George Austin, ’28. AN AEROPLANE RIDE IN THE YEAR 1999 One day early in the year of 1999 I went to my hangar, got out my little “Flivver Plane”, and was soon soarin g amid the few clouds, not forgetting to look at the pano- rama spread beneath me — that is, what I could see of it (there being quite a heavy traffic up, many sightseeing air-buses be- ing about, and many workmen coming home from work.) Soon getting out into the open away from the traffic, I slowed down over the Boston Harbor Aerodrome to watch the large trans-Atlantic air-freight- ers unload. Soon tiring of this common sight, however, I turned about, and putting on more gas, was soon over one of the city of Holbrook’s large ten-cent stores, where I watched another air-freighter unload, this one being from Czecho-Slovakia, which is the place where most of the Woolworth jewelry is made. After a while, having seen enough, I turned about and started home. I had no sooner passed the half-way post on my journey home when the fun began, or, perhaps I should say, things began to happen. The engine began to cough and act queerly, soon stopping altogether. Luckily (or I would have had a nasty fall) I was near enough to a cloud so that I could drop my anchor on it; this I did, and hopped over-board to see what the matter was. I looked over the engine thoroughly, but could find nothing the matter. I was about to give up when I happened to think of the gas-tank, and peeping in, found it “bone-dry”. I looked about and saw a gas- station about one hundred yards distant. I promptly got out my rope, and, making a lasso, lassoed the chimney of the gas-sta- tion, tied the rope around a piece of the cloud, grabbed a gallon pail, went hand- over-hand along the rope to the gas-station, got my gas, came back, and found — that my flivver had rolled off the edge of the cloud, and was now hanging by only the anchor. It was hard work pulling up the Flivver, and by the time I was ready to start again, I had learned some new cuss words. Things went along nicely for a time, un- til, when still a few miles from home, a lit- tle accident happened that ended queerly, but happily for me. I was flying over a small village when suddenly the sun was blotted out, and without due warning, it be- gan to snow heavily. I realized that I must be under a heavy snow cloud, and hastened as fast as I could to get out from under it, but could not seem to, as the cloud was mov- ing in the same direction that I was. I had now lost all sense of direction, could no see more than six inches in front of me, and was in a general state of trouble. Soon 1 realized that the heavy snow on the wings was weighting the plane down, and that it would only be a matter of minutes before I struck the ground. Prepared for the worst, you can imagine how surprised I was when the aeroplane flew right into its own hangar (I having left the roof lifted up when I went) just as neatly as if the most expert driver were making the landing! Dorothy Brown, ’30. DICK DOVILLE’S BARGAIN “Going, going. Come, come, gentlemen, don’t you let this beautiful, antique, horse- hair-covered, overstuffed chair go for 75c. Why! This extraordinary bargain is worth seventy-five dollars and not what I’m of- fered,” cried the auctioneer. “One dollar!” yelped the man in the brown derby and checked red and green suit. “Do I hear a dollar and a half? No? Going — going — last chance on this beauti- ful antique, gentlemen. Gone; Sold to the gentleman in the brown derby,” entoned the auctioneer. Dick loaded the chair into his car, and, after having secured the pedigree of his antique piece of furniture he drove off in his rattle-trap of a car. Arriving at his tumble-down shanty, he cried to his wife to open the door and went in proudly ex- hibiting his treasure and telling its history. Listening in scornful silence until he was finished, Mary Doville began to berate Dick about his foolish expenditure. As Dick lis- tened to her, he became so angry that he snatched up the chair and carried it out into the yard to chop into kindling wood. His anger leaving him as he hacked into the chair, he became penitent but continued to chop the chair into bits as he had ruined it before he became sorry for his actions. His axe struck something as he drove it into the rear leg of the chair. Looking to see if it was a nail he discovered a red stone cut into many facets. Rushing to his wife he showed the stone to her where 24 THE ECHO upon she became very excited and hurried into the yard to hunt for more. Carefully examining- the legs, of the chair, Dick and his wife found more gems. On the following day he took them to a well known jeweler and found that they would keep him in wealth for the rest of his life. When he told it to Mary, she wept for joy and promised Dick that she would never scold him for any future bargains that he might buy. Penelope Hutchinson, ’30. Poetry SPRING The sun is shining high up in the sky, The earth’s green buds are blooming in the sod, The flocks of little birds go flitting by, While all of Spring’s great blessings come from God. The daffodils and crocuses are seen; The pussy-willow buds are coming out; The grass is coming up so very green. ’Tis God’s own Spring that’s here, with- out a doubt. The cold March winds will soon be gone away, The April rains will come from skies so blue. Then after April come the joys of May And with her, flowers of every shade and hue. And everywhere all nature seems to sing,— On earth, in skies, and flowers. At last, ’tis Spring. Alma Cummings, ’29. CASTLES As I stand gazing out to sea, I see big ships not meant for me. But as I look into the air, I see my castles everywhere. For that is where I’d like to be, Instead of gazing out to sea. But now I see the sun’s bright ray, Working well the close of day. And I must trace my steps toward home, So’s not to let my thoughts to roam. For dreams are only little things; With them no pleasure ever brings. Hazel McKay, ’28. THE STORM Far in the distance now we see, Flying along in groups of three. White seagulls, billowing far o’erhead Fleeing the storm which they so dread. Black clouds on the horizon do appear, Increasing their cries of warning and fear. The sun is covered, and soon the sea Will be tossing around most angrily. The lightning flashes across the sky, The great winds whistle, moan, and sigh; Then, like a cloudburst comes the rain, Refreshing all the world again. Adelaide Hadfield, ’29. NONSENSE RHYMES There was a boy named Thorndyke Who secretly wished for a Van Dyke. One day his longings came true In a “Dyke” of beautiful blue. But alas and alack! This beautiful view Was only an inkspot or two. Penelope Hutchinson. THE ECHO 25 TWO AND ONE HALF On the wide porch there stands a child; His face is clean but “Oh” so mild. His eyes are bright just like the sun. He’s always ready to have some fun. His sweater sags on every side, But he is just his mother’s pride. His age is just two and one half; He’s always ready to create a laugh. His cheeks are “Oh” so rosy red; Tousled red hair crowns his head. Little one of freckles and tan, You surely are a little man. Rita Levangie, ’29. A SONG A little bit of color Woven in and out, A tiny breeze, sighing trees, Gathered round about, A butterfly ’gainst the blue, Sailing clouds on high, A noisy brook, shady nooks, Sunbeams dancing by, The merry ring of voices, Shouts of children gay, A happy song — are helps along This life’s rough highway. Myron Holbrook, ’30. VACATION The last two months of school are here With all their bustle, joy, and cheer, For soon we know from Sumner High We’ll go for August and July. Some at the beach will happy be, While others go to the country, Or if one has a brand new car, He takes it, and he travels far. But when we’ve had our months of fun, Back to Sumner High we’ll come, With its new gym and assembly hall The “coming back” will be best of all. Alma Cummings, ’29. If an S and an I and an 0 and a U, With an X at the end, spell Su; And an E and a Y and an E spell I, Pray what is a speller to do ? Then, if also an S and an I and a G and an H E D spell cide, There’s nothing much left for a speller to do But to go and commit siouxeyesighed. Mr. M.: Now, Harvey, tell me, what is a vacuum ? Harvey (thinking hard): I have it in my head, but I can’t express it. Miss Megley (to tardy pupil): Why were you late? Pupil: The bell rang before I got here. 26 THE ECHO Left to right: R. Batchelder, G. Sears, H. Reckards, T. Ahern, L. Dalton, W. Callahan, R. Joyce, L. Hlitz, R. White, C. Waters, H. Richardson. ATHLETIC SCHEDULE— 1928 Baseball Apr. 23 — Thayer (2nd) Apr. 27 — Avon May 1 — Cohasset May 8 — Avon May 11 — West Bridgewater May 14 — Thayer (2nd) May 16 — East Bridgewater May 18 — Sharon May 22 — West Bridgewater May 29 — East Bridgewater June 1 — Braintree June 5 — Sharon Tennis May 24— Whitman-Y. M. C. A., Br. May 28 — Weymouth May 31 — East Bridgewater June 7 — Weymouth June 8 — Canton June 11 — East Bridgewater June 15 — Canton Home Games Track School Track Meet, May 12 Triangular meet to be held with West B ridgewater, Avon, Holbrook Baseball Captain — William Callahan Manager — Herbert Reckards Tennis Captain — Herbert Reckards Manager — Robert White Track Boys’ Captain — Edward Sanger Girls’ Captain — Marion Hill Basketball — Girls Seniors — Captain, Cora Johnson Juniors — Captain, Miriam West Sophomores — Captain, Marian Wilbur THE ECHO 27 BASEBALL The baseball team is doing exceptionally well this year in spite of the expectation that we would be at an extreme disadvant- age because of the lack of practice early this year, due to the wet conditions of the field. The squad of about twenty-five reported for official practice in May, and Mr. Neal began his work of selecting the team. So far we think he has shown good judgment in choosing the boys to represent Sumner. The first game with Thayer Academy Second Team, at Holbrook, April 13, was called off on account of rain. On April 27 we had a game scheduled with Avon at home. It was a decidedly cloudy day, but as no rain fell, everyone was in the best of spirits. We all reported back quite early to get much needed prac- tice, and then waited patiently for the game to begin. Lindsay Hiltz pitched for us, and showed considerable skill in the field, get- ting thirteen strike-outs against nine for Butler, the Avon pitcher. The Avon team f ' eok the lead in the second inning by scor- ing two runs, but in the third we got three runs as a come-back, and held the lead throughout the rest of the game, the final score being 8-4. The summary is as follows: Sumner Waters c Dalton 2b Hiltz p Callahan ss Sears cf Reckards If Ferguson rf White lb Ahern 3b Avon Mann 2b Bezoian lb Kumpha c Puffer 3b Leach rf Butler p Hilton cf Young ss Nouyp If Umpire, Hayden. R H E 2 2 0 12 0 12 0 1 1 0 110 0 0 0 0 1 1 12 1 111 R H E 0 0 1 111 10 0 111 0 10 1 10 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 1 0 The second game was scheduled with Co- hasset, at Cohasset, on May 1. Because of rain it was called off, and was to be played the next day, if weather conditions per- mitted. Wednesday, May 2, was very clear in the morning, but by the time we arrived at Cohasset in Shaw’s buses it was raining. However, the game got under way, regard- less of the weather. Mr. Neal decided to pitch Hiltz again in this game, and here again he carried out his end of the battle very effectively, getting a total of nine strike-outs, and being touched for only five hits; while Naun, the Cohasset twirler had only seven strike-outs to his credit, and twelve hits were taken from him. Cohas- set took the lead in the third inning mak- ing the score 1-0. In the fourth, we scored one, and the game progressed 1-1 until the seventh inning when we took out our bat- tle axes and stocked up four runs. Hiltz held the home team scoreless for the rest of the game, but now that we had started T e could not be stopped, and we added three more runs in the eighth. The lineup is as follows: Sumner Waters c Dalton 2b Hiltz p Callahan ss Sears cf Reckards If White lb Ahern 3b •Joyce rf Cohasset McAuliffe 3b Shinebrook If Naun p Donavon rf Litchfield 2b Parker ss Rose lb •James cf Alean c R H E 2 3 0 110 2 0 0 111 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 1 2 1 1 3 1 R H E 0 0 3 0 10 0 10 0 10 0 0 0 0 12 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 2 0 The third game, a return game with Avon was played on the new field at High- land Park, and with two victories chalked up for us we felt quite confident. Avon also was quite self-satisfied, and we were informed that they were out to defeat us. We arrived quite early, and as a result had nuite a bit of practice before the game. Mr. Neal decided to pitch Hiltz again, as he had been quite successful before, and ' ' ■on also used the same pitcher, Butler. Avon had made quite a few changes in the positions of their players, while ours was iust the same with the exception of Fergu- son. who handed in his suit because he had secured a position as chauffeur for some kindhearted old lady in South Braintree. w e took the lead in the second inning by scoring two runs and held the lead through- out the rest of the game. Again Hiltz was going very strong and was not touched for single hit until the eighth; then we caught the man attempting to steal second, =!o we were O. K. once more. In the ninth Puffer got a well placed hit between left p.nd center and was safely on third base be- fore he could be stopped. The feature of 28 THE ECHO the game was the catching of a foul fly in back of third base by Reckards after a long run. The summary: Sumner Waters c Dalton 2b Hiltz p Callahan ss Sears cf Reckards If White lb Ahern 3b Joyce rf Avon Young rf Kumpka c Puffer 3b Bezoian lb McGonigle ss Butler p Leitch If Mann 2b Hilton cf Umpires, Evern and Hayden. 500. R H E 10 0 1 2 1 1 1 0 2 0 1 2 10 0 0 0 0 11 0 0 1 12 0 R H E 0 0 0 0 0 1 110 Oil 0 0 2 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 1 1 0 0 0 Attendance The next game was at Thayer Academy on May 14. Sumner had the same lineup with the absence of Reckards. We got one run in the second, then nothing until the fifth, where we scored nine. As the score signified, it was quite a batting game, and before it was finished, it was 18-10 in favor of Holbrook. Hiltz was hit quite freely in the second and was replaced by Callahan who did very well. Sumner H R E Waters c 4 2 0 Dalton 2b 0 0 1 Hiltz p and If 2 2 1 Callahan ss and p 2 3 1 Sears If and ss 5 4 0 White lb 3 12 Ahern 3b 3 2 1 Batchelder rf 12 2 Joyce cf 021 Thayer H R E Bennett 2b 112 Bond 3b 121 Sprague rf 211 Haves cf 10 0 Hall If 10 1 Curtis c 2 10 Kiriggle ss 2 2 2 Thayer lb 0 11 Curtis p 0 10 Larquist p 0 0 0 Umpire, Hayden. The next game was with East Bridge- water at East Bridgewater. Holbrook had quite a crowd of supporters with them, be- sides the two bus loads of pupils. Our line- up was the same as before. Hiltz again started the game. East Bridgewater scored three runs in the first, while we got none. In the second, Hiltz was replaced by Calla- han after permitting one hit. The score was 4-1 at the opening of the fifth. We earned three runs in that inning, two in the seventh, and one in the ninth, while East Bridgewater brought their total up to five against our seven. Due to some disagree- ment about the decision, we had quite an argument which ended by our departing for home, with the score of 7-6 in our favor in the last of the ninth. Sumner Waters c Dalton 2b Hiltz p and If Callahan ss and p Sears If and ss White lb Ahern 3b Batchelder rf Joyce cf East Bridgewater Morey ss Jarvis 3b Bordeau lb Palstey p McConnach If Baker cf Stevens c Smith rf Kenney 2b Umpire, Egan. H R E 2 1 0 110 111 13 0 2 1 0 0 0 1 2 0 0 1 0 0 2 0 0 H R E 0 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 0 10 0 1 1 0 10 0 3 2 0 10 0 1 0 1 Holbrook at West Bridgewater Our seventh game was a return game to West Bridgewater on Tuesday, May 22. It was a cloudy day, and that, coupled with a very bad field made it a rather draggy game. Callahan pitched and permitted only five hits, while we touched Asack and Crow- ley for a total of sixteen, netting us eleven runs, and their five getting them four. Final score 11-4. Summary: Sumner Waters c Dalton 2b Hiltz cf Callahan p Sears ss Reckards If White lb Ahern 3b Joyce rf Howard High Tucker 2b Chanock 3b Hayward rf Broman ss Baker If Fanton c Reynolds cf Crowley lb, p Asack p, lb Umpires — Hayden H R E 3 1 0 12 0 2 10 110 3 2 0 0 0 0 2 10 3 11 110 R H E 2 11 10 2 0 0 0 0 0 0 110 0 0 0 0 10 111 0 0 0 Broman. THE ECHO 29 Martha Kierstead ' Marietta Regan Marjorie Meara Annie Johnston Verna Thomas Left to right: C. Gilley, M. West, V. Thomas, M. Wilbur, M. Hill, E. Johnson, H. T ' bbetts, A. Had- field, E. Hill, M. Meara, D. Brown, P. Hutchinson. % Miriam West Hazel Tibbetts Marion Hill Evelyn Hill Marion Wilbur m 30 THE ECHO GIRLS’ TRACK TEAM At the first sign of warm weather, the Girls’ Track Team turned out in full strength on the field. Thanks to the indoor gym training, the team was in fine condi- tion and “a rarin’ to go.” The usual events were tried out with great results. Verna Thomas. Edith Johnson, Annie Johnston, Evelyn Hill, Martha Kierstead, and Marion Hill led in the shot-put throw, all averaging over twenty feet. Marietta Regan and Marion Hill led in the baseball throw, both throwing over one hundred feet. Those who high-jumped over three feet, eight inches were Hazel Tibbetts, Miriam West, Marietta Regan, Adelaide Hadfield, Annie Johnston, Marjorie Meara, and Marion Wilbur. Dorothy Brown, Marietta Regan, and Hazel Tibbetts ran the fifty yard dash in less than eight seconds. The seventy- five yard dash was run in ten seconds by Annie Johnston, and in eleven and three- quarters by Hazel Tibbetts. The Girls’ Track Team has shown un- usual interest in playing baseball, and we have staged several impromptu games. These games have proved very interesting and entertaining for both the player and the onlookers. On May 12, a Field Day was held on the Holbrook Playgrounds. All sorts of ath- letic manoeuvers were gone through with, and every one seems to have had an enjoy- able day. The Girls’ Team has shown interest in Tennis and the following signed up. V. Thomas, M. Hill, M. Kierstead, A. John- ston, E. Hill, H. Tibbetts, M. West, A. Had- field, A. Reagan, D. Brown, M. Meara, M. Wilbur, and R. Dyer. We have been wait- ing anxiously to begin, but as the courts are not quite ready, we have been forced to “bide a wee”. The team is looking forward to next year when they hope to challenge other school tennis teams. This year we have come up in the world; we have printed schedules. INDOOR GYM A very popular and interesting feature has been added this year to the Girls’ Ath- letic Curriculum; namely, Indoor Gym. This could be appropriately called Indoor Sports, not by Fad but by the Athletic Team. By the fine co-operation of Mr. Neal with us athletes, the English Room was changed into a practica l “gym”. Some of the features were drills, matwork, ring work, and stunts. A point was given for each accomplished feat, and thirty-eight points was the aim of every girl. Dorothy Brown received the highest average gaining thir- ty-four points out of a possible thirty- eight. Those ranging close to her were Penelope Hutchinson with twenty-nine, Miriam West with twenty-four, and Hazel Tibbetts with sixteen. Next year in the new High School the Sumner High girls ought to make a good showing in athletics. If they have done so well this year with so few advantages, what will they be able to do with proper equipment ? THE ECHO 31 Lin: When is a baseball first mentioned in the Bible ? Brud (who is very well acquainted with the Bible) : When Rebecca took a pitcher to the well. Bob White: Say, do you want to sell those spikes ? Brud: Sure. Bob: What is the matter with, them? Brud: Nothing. Bob: What do you want to sell them for? Brud: Nothing. Bob: Cheap enough! I’ll take them. Miss Damon (to Ferguson) : “Ferguson, you’re to be seen and not heard; you’re not in here at all — ” Ferguson: “Where am I, then?” Mr. Neal: McKinlay, what is a pork bar- rel in reference to politics? McKinlay: A barrel to keep pigs in. Marion to Dot who is busy lacing her shoes: “What corker eyes, Dot!” Dot (much astonished): “What eyes? What’s the matter with them?” Marion: “Don’t be dumb, Dot, the eyes in your shoes.” Bob W. (in afternoon session making too much noise.) Miss C.: You seniors think you are smart. Bob W.: Well, we have been here four years, and you have only been here two. Miss Megley — “Give me a sentence using ‘kith and kin.’ ” Sentimental Senior — “I’ll ‘kith’ her as often as I ‘kin’.” Hazel Tibbetts: “I wish I had lived a mil- lion years ago.” Soph: “Why?” Hazel T.: “I wouldn’t have had so much history to learn.” Lindsay and Marion (busily talking at the back of Study Hall.) Mr. M.: Well, Romeo and Juliet, you may carry on this, tender scene at the front of the room instead of at the back. Freshman: “See that girl smiling at me?” Senior: “That’s nothing. I laughed out loud the first time I saw you.” Wally, (A Soph, coming through the door) and Bob, (A Senior, going out.) Bob W.: “I don’t move aside for any fool.” Wally (Stepping aside and letting the Senior pass): “Oh, that’s all right, I always do.” Miss D.: “Drummond are you chewing gum?” H. D.: “Yes ma’m.” Miss D.: “Then come down and put it in the basket.” H. D.: “Won’t it be all right if I swallow it?” Mr. Neal (in geography class): “Which leather makes the best shoes?” Henry D.: “I don’t know, but banana- skins make the best slippers.” Mr. M. (In Chemistry, trying an experi- ment.) This may blow up . . . come close to the desk, so you can follow me. 32 THE ECHO Mr. M. (In Biology): Are the skins of cats of any use ? G. A.: Yes, sir. Mr. M.: Well what can they be used for? Geo.: For keeping the cats war m. S. White — I got “Cuba” last night on my single tube set. W. Hancock — That’s nothing, I got Greece on my vest. R. White — How patient those lighthouse keepers must be. Mr. N. — How’s that? R. — The wind was so strong last night I noticed they had to keep relighting it every few minutes. Harvey — What is a ten letter word meaning holdup? Victim — I’ll bite, what is it? H. — Suspenders. C. Martin (attempting to start car) — This darned self starter won’t work. There is a short circuit somewhere. L. Hiltz — Well, why don’t you lengthen it? Mr. Neal was asking the definitions of words in the History lesson: Hazel T. did not know the place. Mr. N.: “Where is the universe?” Hazel T.: “I don’t know where it is.” Hazel: “What’s Helen doing?” Reta: “Making a shrimp salad.” Hazel: “I didn’t know we had any shrimps in the house.” Reta: “We haven’t, but there is one com- ing to call on her this evening.” Bob Joyce: “What’s an operetta?” Bob Jardine: “Don’t be dumb — it’s a girl who works for the telephone company.” Freshy: “Say Jim, do you know that the leather upholstery in the seats of the new Ford touring cars is smooth and shiny?” Soph: “Yes, I know it. Why?” Freshy: “Why, I was just thinking that these aren’t the only seats which are smooth and shiny.” Soph: “How come?” Freshy: “Well, take for example, the seat in John’s blue pants.” Senior — “So you are studying Caesar? How do you like his Irish sweetheart?” Soph — “His Irish sweetheart? I didn’t know he had one.” Senior — “Oh, yes! He states very plain- ly that when he came to the Rhine, he pro- posed to Bridgit. 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