Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 27 Dorothy Ahearn (during spat): “Well, all I can say is I’ve got nothing else to say.” Hazel Tibbetts: “Well, if that’s all you can say, all I can say is, ‘Say it.’ ” The Standing Joke Mr. Neal (in history class): “What did Alexander do for the standing army?” W. Parker: “Supplied them with chairs.” Brud: “What kind of car have you got?” Bud: “A wreck.” Brud: “A wreck?” Bud: “Yes, every time I park it a dozen people ask me if I reported the accident.” A Backward Look on Life Mr. Johnson (in biology class): “Can a frog see in back of him?” E. Sears: “Yes, if he turns around.” Hazel: “What do you do with your clothes when you wear them out?” Claire: “Wear them home again, of course.” Miss Bartlett (to Feeney, who has just broken a bag) : “Do you think that sounded like a Sophomore?” Feeney: “No, I think it sounded like a gun.” John McKay: (Writing on the black- board) Miss Collins: “John, put that ‘a’ dot on the line of writing.” John McKay: “There ain’t no line on the board.” Miss M.: “Who is Benjamin Franklin’s father?” E. Sears: “His uncle.” Mr. N.: “How much time did you spend on your history?” Student: “Between forty and forty-five minutes.” Mr. N.: “Oh! I see — five minutes.” Miss Megley: “What are Pacifists?” Robert B.: “People who live on the Pa- cific coast.” Mr. Neal (in Sophomore History Class): “Owing to the lateness of beginning school in September, there will be no Easter va- cation.” Voice of M. Andrew (from the rear): “Give me liberty or give me death.” Mr. Neal: “Who said that?” Voice of Andrew: “Patrick Henry.” Roger Poole: “May I have another piece of paper? Mine is torn.” Miss Richardson: “Turn it over, and use the other side.” The Latest Lucy Harris got stung in the history room by a dead bee. Mr. Johnson: “Where is the Island of Java, Drummond?” Drummond: “I don’t know.” Mr. Johnson: “Don’t you know where your coffee comes from?” Drummond: “Oh. yes, we get ours from our next door neighbor.” A NOAH NUMSKULL: Will Miss Bartlett Mr. Johnson Neal when he comes Collin ? Mr. Neal: “What’s rolling stock?” Basil M.: “Anything on wheels.” Henry Kemp: “Shall I take this road to Holbrook?” Police Officer: “You don’t need to; they already have one there.” Miss Megley: “What is a dragoon?” W. Martin: “A bridge.” Heard in Senior English: While on the way to Europe he got off the boat and took the train to America. Jim: “Jack, now that your son is going to school, you should buy him an encyclo- pedia.” Jack: “Nothing doing, I had to walk when I went myself.” Senior: “If you stand facing the north, what have you on the left hand?” Freshman: “Fingers.”

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26 THE ECHO Echo Staff Lower Row (left to right): B. Martin, P. Hutchinson, A. Hadfield, A. Cummings, H. Tibbetts, W. Hancock, C. Roach, E. Hill, R. Dyer, F. Crosby. Top Row: T. Flye, D. Ahearn, M. Regan, L. Hutchins, J. McKinlay, C. Hay- den, C. Callahan, D. Brown, M. Holbrook. NORTH Who knows what took place in that great unknown, When the dreaded word was flashed across the land. The Italia was lost! No word from the grand Dirigible, which from Spits’berg had flown O’er Arctic glaciers and water blown, Into the great white wastes of great North- land. Which like Saharas’ bleak and desert sands, O’er which the bleak, cold wind of the North King moan. Defeated by the Arctic wastes and down, Mid clear cut, snowy peaks of pearly white, Whose creed is death; whose coffin, a hoary gown, A shroud of frigid white; whose long, bleak night Of six long, lonely months, with never a sound, But stillness and silence which instills a fright. Frederick Crosby, ’29. IN AN AUTOMOBILE I love to ride in an automobile To feel the touch of the steering wheel. To the cautions of all I pay no heed When I feel in my hands the power of speed. I notice the signs and billboards gay As I pass them on my hurried way. I notice the people along the street, And I am sorry that they are missing my treat. I notice the ’planes in the sky above And scorn them all for the sport I love. I notice the horses and wagons of old And laugh because they think me bold. I notice the people in cars like mine Who never stop at the traffic line. I notice the birds bursting over with song. I notice the flowers as I pass along. All these things I notice as onward I go, But, oh, many others I notice, also. And the caressing touch of the wind I feel When I’m riding along in an automobile. Pauline Blanchard, ’30. PARODY ON EXCELSIOR The dawn of day was coming fast As thro’ the sleepy township flashed A car which bore, with loads of noise A youth and youths who loudly cried: Faster! The car was bent, it bounced around As it would barely hit the ground When guided by the nervous hand Of any youth of that big band. Faster! On corners sharp it hit the light Which danced about so bold and bright. Above the bed a white frock shone, And from his lips escaped a groan: Faster! Penelope Hutchinso n, ’30.

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28 THE ECHO JUNIOR HIGH DEPT. A CAMPING PARTY All the members of the Brown famiiy were gathered around the fire-place that night making preparations for the camping trip on the following day. Betty wanted to go to Vermont by train, but Richard wanted to go by automobile to New Hampshire. Finally it was decided to go by automobile to Vermont so that it would please both children. When Betty and Richard awoke in the morning, they found everything packed and ready to start, so they hurried into their clothes, ate their breakfast, and departed. When they had nearly reached the camp, Father stopped the car, and they sat down in a cool shady grove to eat lunch. Soon they were on their way again seeing many strange and pleasant sights. After traveling sixty-five miles they ar- rived at camp. Mr. Brown and Richard set to work pitching the tent, while Mrs. Brown and Betty unpacked and prepared the first meal. When supper was over, ev- erybody was tired enough to go right to bed, for they knew they had a great deal of work ahead of them on the following day. The next morning was all work for Bet ty and Richard, but they did not mind this because mother had informed them that they could do what they pleased in the afternoon. When the work was all fin- ished and the dinner dishes packed neatly away, Betty and Richard went exploring, for they wanted to know in what kind of place they were. When they were about a half a mile from camp, Betty spied a large patch of blueberries, so they ran as fast as they could back to camp to get some pails. When they had both filled their pails, they brought the berries to mother who made pies for supper. Everybody was sorry to return home, but as Betty and Richard had to attend school on the following day it was neces- sary. Grace Kelly, Grade 7. JOKES Mrs. Brown: “Mabel I am going up town; Do you want anything?” Mabel: “Bring me a Post. ” Mrs. Brown: “Heavens, woman! Do you; expect me to carry home a post?” Farmer: “Albert, carry the cow down to the meadow!” Albert: “Goodness! Can’t the buggar walk?” MY EXCITING TRIP TO BROOKVILLE As I was sitting in my home in Holbrook, I decided tho take a trip to Brookville, so I got the ten-thirty train and rode for fifty or sixty miles, finding myself only at the state line of Brookville. Then I took a boat named the Taneck. We rode for one hun- dred and fifty miles, and something went wrong with the boat. We turned into a harbor where there was a garage owned by Curt Simmons, repairing and manufactur- ing ships. We stayed there for four days and four nights, till at the last the boat was fixed. We started out with our pro- visions and fuel. We were now three thou- sand miles from the next repairing station, owned by Belcher and Tinkham. We saw in a distance a huge shark heading for us, so we shot and speared him, but it had no effect. The bullets bounced and the spears broke in two. He opened his wide jaws and swallowed us, ship and all. As we were gliding along, we saw some light and heard a noise. We found out that a cannon had hit the shark. Another and another struck until at last the shark split in two. We found ourselves near the garage of Bel- cher and Tinkham. We were taken to the fourth floor of the garage, where we were shown a great flying carpet, which had an interior the same as a house. It would hold many thousand people, and I only had my family and a visitor so we had plenty of room. When we were at the center of the state of Brookville, it was so densely nopulated, that there was no landing place. We were two feet from the clouds. There was a sky-scraper below us upon which we landed. A gust of wind blew us aloft, and we all landed on a large hay-stack. A farmer came running out with a gun to get us out of there, but to our dismay, it was our grandpa, and we were taken in and en- joyed a pleasant visit. John Smith, Grade 8. SPRING Spring hath come! Spring is here! Bringing with it sun and cheer Birdies a-chirping and flowers so fair, Wonderful spring is everywhere. Soring! Spring! Glorious Spring! Crocuses, violets dancing so gay. Blooming and bowing to hail glad May. Grace Kelly, Grade 7. “Man is but dust, and woman settles him.”