Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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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.

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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

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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.