Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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30 THE ECHO exploits had landed by the cliff of the “Toothacre” property and left there a part of his treasure and with the treasure a jug of magic water. The belief was that any- one drinking this water would regain his long lost beauty. The treasures had been hidden in small niches at the right hand side of the cave. This the Captain knew, but because of the paralysis that had left his arms and hands useless, he was unable to move the stone that securely held the treasure, but did not hide it. A door slammed! Lizzie Joyce had left even though the story had not quite fin- ished. No one took any particular notice of her departure, the only recognition be- ing a slight chuckle from Captain Davis. The story continued. No doubt, we would be well rewarded if we lingered to hear more of the Captain’s yarns, but I must confess my curiosity makes it necessary for me to follow Lizzie Joyce. Where was she going ? Could it be possible that she had believed Captain Davis’ story! She must have, or she wouldn’t be started in that direction. The progress of her travels not being anywhere near as interesting as the result of her destination, it will be only neces- sary to say that Lizzie at last reached the cave. Yes, the box and jug were there and in a vary short time were tugged out on the beach. In what seemed less than a second, the top of the box was snatched off, and in the box was a mass of golden coins. “If Captain Davis had been right about the treasure — then indeed, why shouldn’t he be right about the magic water?” This was the only thought that was running in Lizzie’s superstitious mind. “At least it would do no harm to try the stuff. Ugh! What an awful taste! How much would it be necessary to drink? Two glasses would have to do.” How Lizzie at last reached the village again, I do not know, but at the first sight of her a crowd began to gather. Swaying from side to side and singing as loudly as her lungs would permit, she staggered down the street. Surely such a comical spectacle had never before been seen in Mountainville. Those who were watching Captain Davis wondered why the poor man was so purple in the face. Little did they know the thoughts that were running in his mind. “Magic water, indeed! How much of that ‘moonshine’ could that silly old goose have drunk? Those old gilded shells must have worked well for a treasure!” Ruth E. Dyer, ’30. Wiggins: “This is the plot of a mystery story I’m writing for the Echo: A midnight scene. Two burglars creep stealthily tow- ard the house; they climb a wall and force open a window. As they enter the room, the clock strikes one — Admiring listener : (breathlessly ) “Which one?” YE SOPHISTICATED SOPHS Press onward and forward, schoolmates all! At present we’re sophisticated sophs, till next fall. But spring is here, and with it comes strength, And we’ll be juniors and seniors at length. Now we have dear old Caesar, tried and true, But he’s nothing like Cicero, I’m telling you! And there’s geometry in my long list, But we’ll soon see Euclid through the mist. And there’s history and French, we all like well, There’s many a long beautiful name to spell, Next year we’ll be real Frenchmen, and how! Even to their polite manner and courtly bow. Just think how good and grammatical our speech; When we forget to say “ain’t”, Ma will screech. Such sudden changes don’t go well with her, Speaking French, asking for som e “bon buerre”. Oh well, that’s as it should be, you know, Life has ups and downs as the winds blow. Remember you’ll no longer be sophisticated Sophs; You’ll be advanced to Juniors, Look out for moths. E. H. Mann. KING FOR A DAY I caught a glimpse of a winding road That seemed to run away, Through the green roads, over far off hills, To where the red sun lay. I heard the sound of the river’s song, Over the mountain wall. I felt the rush of the laughing wind And hastened to its call. I took the trail of the winding road. So close to Nature’s heart. I dreamed that all of the world was mine, A king, I played my part. Mountains, brave streams, and the valley fair, Their beauty with me shared. ’Twas just as thro’ some unseen hand, Magic and music paired. I’ll keep that day in my treasure chest, A mem’ry tucked away, Of how I dreamed in that magic realm I ruled as king one day. Myron Holbrook, ’30.

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