Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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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.

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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.

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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.