Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 5 GERTRUDE SMITH (Gert.) South Street Hobby — Typing for Mr. Neal “Quietness is a virtue.” Gert is always busy ; either talking to Inez Rollings, typing for Mr. Neil, or scratching her head for brilliant thoughts. This last appears only in History class, to our knowledge. It has been rumored that Gert loves walking. We hope she can someday beat Eleanora Sears’ famous record. NORMAN A. SMITH (Smitty) Centre Street Hobby — Tennis “Speak softly but carry a big stick.” Activities: Class President, 3, 4 ; Treasurer, 2 ; Echo, 1, 3, 4 ; Reporter, 3, 4; Basketball Manager, 4 ; Senior Play ; Pro Merito, 3 ; Association President, 4 : Salutatorian. “Al” Smith is the Senior “Book of Knowledge.” If anybody wants to know anything they ask Norman. Smitty’s pet ambition is to best Miss Bartlett in an argument. He certainly showed us some action as “Hero” in the Senior drama. FLORENCE M. TIBBETTS (Flossie) South Franklin Street Hobby — Raising Cain “Early to bed and early to rise Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” Activities : Echo, 3, 4 ; Business Manager of Echo, 4 ; Secretary of Students’ Association, 4 ; Senior Play. The old school could never be the same without Flossie, as anybody will tell you. She has done a fine job as business manager of the Echo. Remember how she proposed to Bruce in the Senior Play? Let us give you a tip — don’t ever make Flossie mad. It’s dangerous. DORIS L. WHITE (Dot.) North Franklin Street Hobby — Talking to Lucy Woodman “You must seize time by the forelock.” Doris is very short but we believe in that famous old adage that goes some- thing like this: “Good things come in small packages.” Never mind, Doris, as long as you think you are big, you are big. HARRY J. WIGGINS (Jabe) Plymouth Street Hobby — Being Different “What the well dressed man will wear.” Activities: Echo, 3, 4 ; Reporter, 3 ; Athletic Play, 3 ; Senior Play. Jame is the recognized authority on fashions, both for men and for worn mi. of our cla.ss. He made quite a reputation for himself as an actor as Profes.a)r Noah Jabb in “Alabama Bound,” and he sustained it as Adam Wade in “Here Comes Patricia.” We’re glad he doesn’t get mad off the stage like he does »)n it.

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4 THE ECHO DOROTHY A. MILLS (Millsie) South Franklin Street I Hobby — Arguing with Harry Wiggins “I will speak to you in a mighty little voice.” .... Activities : Class Treasurer, 4 ; Echo, 3, 4. Can you tell us when Millsie and Harry are not arguing about something or other that appears to be of vital importance? Their favorite periods are the third period and recess. HELEN E. MORSE Hillview Avenue, Brookville Hobby — Sophomores “A soft answer turneth away wrath.” Activities : Echo, 4 ; Reporter, 4 ; Movie operator, 4 ; Class treasurer, 1 ; Class secretary, 2 ; Class vice-president, 3. Helen just loves History — ask her if she doesn’t! We’ll give her credit for one thing — she always has an answer for every question. And another thing — she can say more in less time than any other member of the class. She likes Algebra, too ; she has a lot of fun arguing about it with Jabe. ’ MARIETA REGAN (Rita) South Franklin Street Hobby — Teachers “Gentlemen prefer blondes.” Activities: Echo, 2, 4; Class vice-president, 2; Track, 1, 2; Basketball, 2, 3, 4 ; Head reporter, 4 ; Pro Merito Pin, 3 ; Senior Play ; Treasurer of Students’ Association, 4. Marieta is one of the most important reasons why our girls’ basketball team was a success. She played a great game at side center. You remember her in “Here Comes Patricia” as Mrs. Smith-Porter, the town aristocracy. She had a great time learning to use a lorgnette ! DOROTHY F. SHIPLEY (Dot.) Upland Street . Hobby — Sewing Activities : Reporter, 3, 4 ; Orchestra, 4. Dorothy, we hear, is leaving for England very soon after graduation. I’ll have to notify the Queen to keep a sharp watch on her bachelor princes. Dorothy is very busily collecting tinfoil the last two or three weeks. INEZ G. ROLLINGS Center Street Hobby — Discoursing Activities: Athletic Play, 3. Inez believes in making a short story long ; she takes plenty of time with her recitations. She’s quite fond of The Reader’s Digest ; she’s welcome to it. Inez is the only southpaw in our class.

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6 THE ECHO STOLEN JEWELS A WELL dressed youn girl slipped into a chair between two equally well dressed young men. Turning their heads, the two stared hard at the girl and then turned back to watch the dancer who was whirling about in mad circles as the music became wilder and wilder. When the dancer fin- ished and walked from the floor, the pair turned to the girl with anxiety written in their hard eyes. “It’s O. K.,’’ whispered the girl, glancing quickly around the room, “We can pull the job at eleven easily.” “Well, what’s the plan?” asked Red. “When they are ready to close. Bill will walk in with his hat pulled down over his forehead; I ’ll stand look-out at the door; and. Red, you’re to stay in the car and be ready to make a quick get-away,” replied Millie. “0. K. Let’s go,” mumbled Bill, and the three slipped from the place. At a few minutes past eleven, the clerk glanced up to see a young man step into the salesroom of Heart and Still’s jewelry store. He smiled a satisfied smile and ap- proached leisurely. “What can I do for you, sir?” he asked in a well modulated voice. “I would like to see some of your best diamonds. The more they cost, the better I’ll like it,” replied the young man. “The poor sap’s in love,” thought he clerk. As the door opened again, the clerk glanced up and smiled as he heard a young girl say, “Hurry up. Bill.” His smile turned to a look of amazement as a n appeared in the man’s hand, and the girl darted to the door. He turned a sickly yellow when Bill slid two trays of high-priced diamonds into a bag which the girl had given him. “Don’t move, or perhaps you’ll never need to again,” said Bill. “Come on, kid,” he cried as he ran out of the door. “See you later,” called the girl to the clerk, and her mocking laugh echoed through the store as she slammed the door and jumped into the waiting car. Little did she realize how soon this was going to come true. When the car had disappeared around the corner, the clerk made a dash for the telephone and excitedly told the operator to give him the police headquar- ters. He poured forth his story in quick gasping breaths. The police sergeant slam- med the receiver on the hook, and, calling for four other officers, ran from t he place and jumped into the police car. He ar- rived at the store within fifteen minutes of the robbery. After questioning the clerk, he left the place and again entered the car. The siren screamed as the car gained head- way on the trail of the big sedan which carried the three theives. As it was snowing and the left wheel of the sedan had a smaller tire on it than had the other three, the trail became easier and easier to follow as it left the thicker traffic and headed upstate. The siren had long since ceased to scream as it was no longer needed to clear the way. It snowed harder and harder as the car began to enter the country district, and protection became less. It was becoming more and more difficult to see the tracks of the fleeing trio’s car. Finally one of the officers exclaimed, “Aw gee, sarg., we can’t even see the tracks any more.” “Well, stop the car, and look for them,” snapped the sergeant. “This job is begin- ning to be a nuisance anyway.” “We’ve been chasing precisely nothing for some while; the tracks are not any- where in sight, and we are the only ones to pass this way tonight,” reported the officer. “Humph! A fine bunch of trailers you two turned out to be,” growled the sergeant. “Get busy and pick up those tracks.” With much difficulty, the car was turned around and headed in the opposite direc- tion. The driver picked up as much speed as possible in such a storm. At last, they came to a tiny road leading into a wocd. At a word from the sergeant, the driver swung the car into it. Soon the tracks of the pursued sedan could be seen. It was much easier to follow the tracks in this sheltered place. “Turn off your lights and drive slowly now,” called the sergeant, who was becom- ing excited as the hunt progressed. “All right now, stop the car and get out.” The five officers stepped from the car and began to creep towards a tiny hut which could be seen through the trees. At a word from the sergeant, the officers spread out so as to command a view of the hut from all sides. Within five feet of the door of the hut, the sergeant and two other officers