Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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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

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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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THE ECHO 7 drew their revolvers and saw that they were well loaded. “Ready, boys?’ ' whispered the sergeant. “O. K., chief,” the two replied. Then the three rushed the door and flung it open. As they had their guns drawn, the advantage was theirs. Red and Bill started to draw their guns, but Millie stopped them saying, “It’s no use, boys. We don’t want a cop’s blood on our hands.” The other two officers came running up, and the three crooks were handcuffed; ths bag of diamonds was secured from the table; and the group marched back to the . ears. The three thieves were put into the police car with four of the officers, and the remaining officer was left to bring the sedan. The jewels were returned to their right- ful owners, and the next morning the news- papers told the public of the daring hold- up, and rang with praise of the brilliant capture of the trio of thieves by the fear- less, persistent police sergeant. Marieta Regan, ’31. REFLECTIONS OF A JUNIOR T WO of the Juniors are outdoing them- selves a little. They are passing us left and right in their new cars. Adrienne’s got a Ford, and Felix has an Essex, but Fm willing to bet that the Essex has little chance of catching the speedy little Ford roadster. The high school orchestra seems to have suffered a relapse. It is still going, but Sumner’s professionalists have dropped out. There appears to be a fairly large one, though. Quite an army of recruits must have arrived on the scene with the advent of the freshman class. All our movie operators moved out with the 1930 graduating class, so Mr. Neal ap- plied to the Physics class for help. Nearly everyone in the class applied. At present, we have six steady operators divided into two groups, two boys and a girl to a group, who alternate in showing the pictures. The courageous girls are Rita Hutchins and Helen Morse. Two or three other girls are learning the art. You can’t keep the girls down now-a-days. Dear old Sumner is a dangerous place to be around, while our head scientist, Fred Kierstead, is anywhere near the laboratory. He unwillingly attempted to blow up the school. He simply dropped a few pieces of sodium metal into a jar of water. The water boiled and fumes spread around, but Miss Knutson, the heroine, took the sodium metal out of the water with a pair of long handled pincers. She sent for some kerosene and put the sodium metal into it. So you can thank her or curse her for saving Sumner from having a shock, which might have resulted in fallen arches and various other things. As soon as the danger was over, Miss Knutson brought a big chart into the lab with the title “Fire Preven- tion”. One of the rules said not to put so- dium metal into water, but in kerosene. It’s funny what strange things will hap- pen. Boys and girls and men have played basket-ball for many years, yet I don’t be- lieve that in the history of Sumner did any- one get a broken nose. Of course, it’s a small wonder that Ruth got hit, but under ordinary circumstances, it is unaccountable, that it should break her nose. That must be her weakness. Oh yes, I don’t believe that anybody will ever forget the little incident, which oc- curred in Stoughton when we were playing basketball there this winter. One of the Stoughton boys must have seen something- in Mike’s pocket. At any rate, that’s what he grabbed, tearing a nice long piece out of poor Mike’s pants, and to crown the situa- tion, Mike had to walk the whole length of the floor, in order to find a seat. Mike can tell you when to be nonchalant! A disaster occurred in the Junior class last winter, when their vice-president left them flat and went to Rhode Island. The cavity has been filled in the person of “Peanut” Ahern. I see that the Juniors have their class rings. They look pretty good to me. The Juniors tell me that they paid five dol- lars for them. The other classes paid more, but we’re having rather hard times now, so the Juniors can’t expect to have the best. It looks like a good ring, just the same. It’s quite noticeable that we have a num- ber of new dancers, this year. I couldn’t help noticing this last winter, when the Senior Class had its annual play followed by a dance. Not as many Seniors were on the floor, in comparison, as there were Ju- niors, Sophs, or Freshmen. You can blame the arrival of the new dancers to Miss Ge- gan, who held a class in the El Es Ce Hall this past winter. Believe it or not, Ernest Wiggins found a girl’s address on the inside of a candy wrapper, asking for him to write to her, as she was lonsesome. Ernest is rather bash- ful, but he declares that he’s going to write. One of the Junior boys has established the record for the greatest number of days tardy and absent. He’s a professional at forgetting his notes from his mother (?). Miss Knutson offered him transportation, if he would be ready at half past seven, when she came along to school. Johnny, however, prefers to walk, seeming to get a great thrill out of getting into class about five minutes after the bell rings. M. Andrews: How do you like my new hat? Feeney: I wouldn’t be seen in it. Andrews: Don’t worry. They have small- er sizes. ♦ ♦ ♦ Employer: Are you speedy on the type- writer? A. Johnston: I’m so sjieedy I work on a water-cooled typewriter with an asbestos tape.