Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 48 of the 1932 volume:

THE ECHO - 25 Trimount Engraving Co. Line and Half Tone Engraving Engravers for the Echo 1931 - 1932 103 FEDERAL STREET, BOSTON, MASS. Telephone, Liberty 5173 The American Home, the Safeguard of American Liberties Holbrook Co-operative Bank Town Hall Building Fred A. Gardner President Ernest S. Rogers Vice President Frederic W. Blanchard, Treasurer Loans made on Homes at 6% interest Deposits credited with 6% interest Begin to save when you begin to earn New series begin in June and December PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THE ECHO Vol. VIII, No. 2 Sumner High School, Holbrook, Mass., June, 1932 ECHO STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF ASSISTANT EDITOR ASSISTANT EDITOR BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT MANAGER ASSISTANT MANAGER LEAGUE REPRESENTATIVE LITERARY EDITOR LITERARY EDITOR ATHLETIC EDITOR ATHLETIC EDITOR JOKE EDITOR JOKE EDITOR ALUMNI EDITOR EXCHANGE EDITOR SCHOOL NEWS ART EDITOR CLASS EDITORS: 1932 1933 1934 1935 TYPISTS FACULTY ADVISER Francis Moran Kenneth Stanley Edith Killen Ernest Wiggins Hugh Smith Robert Martin Leslie Thorud Caroline Jervey Fred Kierstead John Sullivan Carol Coulter Grace Kelly Emerson Lucas Helen Kelly William Hutchinson Ruth Bettencourt William Pitts Frances Ahern, Christie Hayden Margaret Huskins, Barbara Brooks Frances Sorocco, Ruth Hill Geraldine Behan, Ian Shipley Alice SuLLan, Adrienne McMurray, Edith Killen Miss Megley CONTENTS DEDICATION . . LITERATURE SCHOOL NOTES ATHLETICS . . HUMOR . . 2 10 20 31 39 2 THE ECHO DEDICATION This issue of the “Echo” is affectionately The “Echo” Staff wish them the best of dedicated to the graduating class of 1932. success in life, as they have had in Sumner. SENIOR STATISTICS FRANCES AHERN (Peanut) Chandler Street “Variety is the spice of life ” Hobby: Clothes Activities: Senior Drama, Lunch Room, 4; Reporter, 4; Bas- ketball, 4; Orchestra, 1, 2; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3; Apparatus, 4; Track, 1, 2; Vice President of Class, 3, 4; Echo, 3, 4. After every vacation Peanut brings back the latest styles from New York. She played the part of the pert little miss, “Vangie” or Evangeline in “Memory Lane”. Oh yes, she loves history, and we tell her that she ought to do advance work in it, but she plans to train for a nurse in New York. CHARLOTTE BATCHELDER (Pinkie) North Franklin Street “ Blame it on the waltz ” Hobby: Dancing Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4. Pinkie (is that right?) trips a very light toe, and we see her at all the dances interpreting the latest “Rumba” steps. LAURA BLANCHARD Weymouth Street “ Fair ivords never hurt the tongue ” Hobby: Giving Advice Activities: Senior Drama, Head Reporter, 4; Class Secre- tary, 4; Athletic Drama, 3; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Lunch Room, 1. We never knew what a good actress Laura was until we saw her in “Memory Lane”. She is a good typist and makes an excel- lent class secretary, too. We hear that she spends very enjoy- able evenings with a certain person. Take a tip — if ever you need advice go to Laura. GERALDINE BROOKS (Gerry) North Franklin Street “Happy am I, from care Vm free ” Hobby: Laughing Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3; Rifle Club, 4. Gerry believes in laughing all her cares away. You never see her frowning. Once in a while she’ll get a little angry in French class, but it never lasts long. JOSEPH CALLAHAN (Joe) Pleasant Street “Athletics in the prime of life ” Hobby: Sports Activities: Basketball, 3, 4; Baseball, 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2. Joe is a lover of sports. You’ll find him either in the gym or out on the ball field. THE ECHO 3 RUTH CHURCHILL Union Street “ Few things are impossible to diligence and skill” Hobby: Studying Activities: Librarian, 3, 4; Pro-Merito Pin, 3; Glee Club, 1. Ruth is one of the smart members of the Senior Class. She claims she doesn’t like studying, but she gets such good marks that we think she must study, as she won salutatory honors. CAROL COULTER (Toots) South Franklin Street “ Give me time ” Hobby: Sports Activities: Athletic Drama, 2; Pro-Merito Pin, 3; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Track, 2; Apparatus, 4; Basketball, 3, 4; Captain of Team, 4; Class Secretary, 2, 3; Echo, 4. Toots is another sport lover. She plays tennis, basketball, baseball, and whatnot. She spends many pleasant hours in old Jonas. Yet with all her athletics Toots’ name appears on the honor roll every time. ROBERT CROSBY (Bing) South Franklin Street “ Crosby , Columbo, and Vallee ” Hobby: Living up to his reputation Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2. Bing seems to be an all-round favorite with teachers and pupils alike. He can take dictation at the rapid speed of sixty words a minute, but that doesn’t bother Bing in the least. RUTH DICKERMAN (Dickie) South Franklin Street “In whose body lodged a mighty mind” Hobby: Being modest Activites: Librarian, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Reporter, 4; Athletic Drama, 3; Pro-Merito Pin, 3. Ruth is one of those modest, meek maids, whose spare time is spent in guarding the office. Also her name always appears on the honor roll. MILDRED ERNEST (Mil) South Franklin Street “A jolce a day keeps sorrow away” Hobb y: Telling jokes Mil is always ready to tell jokes — especially in history class, when she tries to tell Mr. Neal that she can’t read her own writ- ing. Remember some of those times, Mil? 4 THE ECHO JESSIE HARRIS (Jess) Plymouth Street “ A little fun to spice each day ” Hobby: ? Activities: Librarian, 3, 4. Jess doesn’t believe in being serious all the time. She’s usually ready to smile, and quite adept at composing poems for English. CHRISTIE HAYDEN (Chris) South Franklin Street “ Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious” Hobby: Alumni Activities: Echo 1, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Librarian, 3; Rifle Club, 4. Christie spends many hours in writing lengthy letters to Brown University. We wonder what its all about, but we Seniors have a faint idea. She makes the foursome. STANLEY HILL Division Street “The gun is mightier than the pencil ” Hobby: Guns Activities: Ride Club, 4. Hill would be a good speller if it wasn’t for the mistakes he makes now and then. Even if he can’t spell, he can shoot a ride, as all the members of the ride club know. CAROLYN JERYEY (Shorty) North Franklin Street “A horse, a horse, m,y kingdom for a horse ” Hobby: Horseback Riding Activities: Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Apparatus, 4; Track 1, 2; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Reporter, 4; Echo, 4; Ride, 4. Shorty is one of those small meek little cow girls who enjoys riding the plains (streets of Holbrook) looking for the town’s only wildwest cowboy. RUTH JOHNSON (Ruthie) Pleasant Street “Anything but history, for history must be false ” Hobby: History Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3; Class Treasurer, 3; Track, 1. Ruth is the previous class dirt among the editors of the Echo, no wonder, what eyes — all she has to do is to wink. She spent many weary days up to Dr. Cole’s when she submitted to an operation for appendicitis, but she’s back again and just as nice as ever. THE ECHO 5 MARY KEARNS (Lefty) Emery Street “If I had a talking picture of you” Hobby: Talking- Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3. Mary just loves to talk over old times with the girls, and she usually chooses typing class to do it. Oh, well, one can’t keep still all the time, can they, Mary? GEORGE KEMP (Kempie) Vining Avenue “A town that boasts inhabitants like me Will never lack in good society .” Hobby: Talking about Kempie Activities: Baseball, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4. Kemp is one of the best baseball men that Sumner has ever known. He blushes rather frequently, especially when he is invited to visit the waste basket. FELIX KENSTOWIZ Pleasant Street “We’re the Sunday Drivers” Hobby: Learning to drive Felix has been learning to drive a car for quite a while now, but cheer up, Felix, you’re bound to learn some day. We learn that you are quite a sage in the Chemistry Class at least. FRED KIERSTEAD Norfolk Road “Necessity is the mother, of invention” Hobby: Inventing Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Echo, 4; Athletic Drama, 3; Senior Drama, 4; Rifle Club, 4. Fred is the class scientist. He delights in making fake tur- keys for Miss Bartlett’s assembly. He has tried several ways to blow up the Lab but, much to the chagrin of the under class men, he hasn’t succeeded. ANACETA LELAKES (Anna) Spring Street “Just a Gigilo ” Hobby: Giggling- Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2. Anna is one of the foremost members of the Gigglers’ Club. They meet every fifth period in Room 14 and they have a lively time until Mr. Neal adjourns the meeting. 6 THE ECHO CLINTON LEONARD (Genie) South Franklin Street “ Man of polite learning and a liberal education ” Hobby: Preparing his lessons Activities: Baseball, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2. Genie is one of the few Senior boys of the Commercial Division whose name always appears on the honor roll. He is Miss Collins’ idol, especially in shorthand. He plays second base on the ball team and hardly ever misses a ball. Keep it up, Genie. BERNICE MacLEOD (Pete) Emery Street “ Gift of Gab ” Hobby: Talking fast Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3. Pete spends her evenings occupying the front seat of an Essex. She often rides home from school in the same manner. She is often seen in the company of “Gert” taking the lengthy walk to Brookville. ADRIENNE McMURRAY Snell Street “ School days , school days, Dear old golden rule days” Hobby: Skipping school Activities: Echo, 1, 2, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2; Orchestra, i, 2, 3; Lunch Room, 1, 2, 3, 4; Athletic Drama, 3; Accompanist, 1, 2, 3; Rifle Club, 4. Adrienne is our cute little French Senior. Of course she is quite popular and a favorite among the classmates. She has her own car now, and does she travel! She spends most of her time in the Brockton Theatres and can tell you all you want to know about the movies. IZA MICHAELS North Franklin Street “ Silence is golden” Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4. We have heard that Iza’s greatest ambition is to become a chorus girl. We wish her the best of luck, and hope she will suc- ceed, but we really think she should try writing stories as well as she did in school. GERTRUDE MITCHELL (Gert) South Franklin Street u Silence is sweeter than speech” Hobby: “Pete” MacLeod Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Librarian, 3. Gert’s house is always packed with a flock of girls, and every once in a while, especially on Hallowe’en night, the crowd occupies the barn. THE ECHO 7 FRANCIS MORAN (Mike) Chandler Street “ Diligence is the mother of good fortune ” Hobby: Peanut Activities: Class President, 2, 3, 4. Echo, 2, 3, 4; Editor in Chief, 4; Senior Drama, Athletic Drama, 3; Reporter, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2; Baseball, 2, 3, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Orchestra, 1, 2; Pro-Merito Pin, 3. Mike has kept up an honor rank all through his Hig’h school years, and this should be commended. He has won the honor of valedictorian for graduation. Oh, yes, lives. ARNOLD ORCUTT (Oc) South Franklin Street “ Faint heart ne ' er won fair lady” Hobby: Arguing against women “Oc” is quite against everything that pertains to girls. He’s a great favorite with them in history, even if his opinions are so outspoken. We think he’ll succeed soon though. ROBERT RICHARDSON South Franklin Street “Painting The Clouds ivith Sunshine ” Hobby: Drawing Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2. Robert is a meek, mild, peaceful Senior. During his quiet hours he amuses himself with — No! Not girls, but by studying to become an artist. knows where Peanut (Richie) MYRTLE ROLLINGS (Lovey) Center Street “She that winketh the eye causeth sorrow” Hobby: Flirting Activities: Senior Drama; Librarian, 3, 4; Pro Merito Pin, 3. Myrtle is another studious Senior, but lately she has been studying a new flame. I guess that everyone has his idea about who it is, but we won’t tell anyone. DOROTHY SAWYER (Dot) Garfield Road “Sweetness is a virtue” Hobby: Reading Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3. Dot seems to have only one way of amusing herself, and that is studying. She believes that anything worth doing is worth doing well. 8 THE ECHO HUGH SMITH (Swartz) Pleasant Street “Music hath chat ms to soothe the savage beast ” Hobby: Playing the fiddle Activities: Athletic Drama, 3; Echo, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2; Orchestra, 1, 2. Swartz and his fiddle are the reasons why Sumner is built of fireproof materials. The French class could never go on with- out Swartz. He seems to know and is anxious to learn a great deal about the depression, so when he gets going, look out, de- pression! RUTH SMITH (Smitty) Weston Avenue “ That ' s My Weakness Now” Hobby: Visiting Worcester Activities: Glee Club, 2, 3, 4; Reporter, 4; Lunch Room, 2. Smitty has been deeply interested in Worcester recently, but since June is here, her attentions have turned to Brookville. Good luck to the Alumni and Ruth. ALICE SULLIVAN (Allie) Adams Street “ Take me down to the ball game” Hobby: Baseball Games Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3; Echo, 3, 4; Lunch Room, 4; Librarian, 3; Athletic Drama, 3; Track, 1. Allie never misses a ball game, nor a date either. She tells us interesting stories about — Oh, don’t be frightened, Allie, we won’t tell. She also spends many long hours typing for the Echo, but she always gets it done some time. JOHN SULLIVAN (Sully) Snell Street “ None but himself can be his parallel” Hobby: Imitating Mr. Walsh Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Echo 4; Athletic Drama, 3; Captain of Basketball, 3, 4; Senior Drama, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Baseball, 2, 3, 4; Commercial Club President, 4. Sully is the school’s “big shot”. Everything that Mr. Walsh can do, Sully can do it better. We will have to keep Sully in School somehow so that the ball team won’t be lost. LEO WALSH ( Walshie) South Franklin Street “ Tired nature ' s sweet restore r — Balmy sleep” Hobby: Sleeping Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2. Leo loves to sleep, especially in study periods, or even a class. It’s all the same to Leo. Get a good rest this Summer, no more school to rest in. THE ECHO 9 HERBERT WATERS (Herbie) East Division Street “ we could see ourselves as others see us ” Hobby: Chewing Gum Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2; Baseball, 1. Herbie tries to be a sophisticated Senior, but he is unable to fulfill his desires. JOHN WATKINS (Johnnie) South Franklin Street “He will laugh thee to scorn ” Hobby: Laughing at other people’s mistakes Activities: Senior Drama, 4; Baseball, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2; Lunch Room, 4. Johnnie played the part of a big engineer in the Senior Play, and what a lover he turned out to be! RANSOM WHITCOMB (Ranny) Adams Street “Saying and doing are two different things ' ’ Hobby: Bragging Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2. Ransom has a habit of talking too much. Miss Megley and Miss Damon have given him some valuable suggestions for the use of his voice but it is of no avail. ERNEST WIGGINS (Wiggie) Linfield Street “Miss not discourse of the elders ” Hobby: Arguing Activities: Basketball Manager, 4; Baseball Manager, 4; Echo, 3, 4; Reporter, 4; Class Treasurer, 4; Treasurer South- eastern League of School Publications, 4; Movie Operator, 3, 4. Ernest has a very influential power of speech. You should see him arguing in Latin and French classes. Ernest is going to Dartmouth too. GOOD LUCK! LUCY WOODMAN South Franklin Street “Let me interrupt my story — where were you last night? Hobby: Talking about last night Activities: Glee Club, 1, 2, 3; Track, 1; Apparatus, 4; Li- brarian, 3. Lucy amuses us with detailed descriptions of her escapades the night before. We’ll miss her tales. All those midnight frolics were interesting. Remember some of those wee small hours of the morn, Lucy? 10 THE ECHO INFLUENCE I HE clock struck three. Both Mr. and Mrs. - Hayden sat up in their armchairs, yawn- ing’. The father was the first to speak. “Three! And he isn’t home yet!” “He’ll be here soon, though, George,” Mrs. Hayden answered soothingly. “Yes, soon! I’ve sat up night after night for the past two weeks, waiting for that boy, and he has never come in once before three o’clock. I’m so worn out that I can’t do my work at the office. I simply yawn all day ! I work all day while my son plays all night! I won’t stand for it!” “Fred is young, George. Don’t forget that,” the mother stated. “I realize he is young, and I do try to treat him as a grown person, but if this sort of thing keeps up, I shall treat him as a child!” “Hush, George, I think I hear his key in the lock,” Mrs. Hayden whispered. “Yes? Well, it’s about time!” “Sh here he comes.” A tall young man, rather good-looking, entered the room. “Good evening, folks,” he greeted them. “Still up? Oh, gee, Mom, you ought to be in bed. You, too, Dad.” “Yes?” his father said sarcastically. “Maybe if you would come home early for a change, we could get to bed!” “Gee, Dad, I just went over to the club. There were a few of the boys there, and, well er, someone suggested a game of cards and, er — I didn’t want to ” “Be a wet blanket, eh?” his father answered. “Right. Well, we kept playing, and I didn ' t notice the time.” “Well, Fred, your mother and I want you to be home before twelve after this. Do you understand?” Mr. Hayden questioned. “Sure, Dad. I promise it won’t happen again.” He started toward the stairs. “Good night, folks,” he said. “Good night, Fred,” his parents replied in unison. Fred went to his room and closed the door. He walked over to his chiffonier and looked at the newspaper picture that he had framed. It was a portrait of a very pretty young girl, dressed in riding togs. Under- neath was written, “Miss Betty Boyd — Pic- ture taken at her Summer home in San Diego”. “Gee,” he murmured, “if only — if only we could move to San Diego!” Fred couldn’t explain to his father that most of the time he spent outside was used in looking up information about San Diego. Fred could tell you what kind of city it was, the population, the different methods of transit, the important industries, the sights worth seeing, etc. He had it all down pat. He undressed slowly and went to bed and suddenly thought that he hadn’t found out anything about the important families of San Diego. “Oh, well, I’ll find out tomorrow night,” he said sleepily. The next night, or rather that night, Fred calmly stated that he was going to a lecture with the boys. “With whom?” asked his father, with emphasis on the whom. “A few of the boys, Dad,” Fred replied. “Where?” “Gordon’s Hall.” “Another lecture?” “Yes. The subject is ‘The Rights of an Airplane Owner’.” “Airplane? You don’t own an airplane.” Mr. Hayden stated. “Er — well, er — that doesn’t matter. Be- sides, I might own one some day.” “I suppose you might as well go,” his father answered. “What time are you ex- pecting to be home?” “Oh, about ten. The lecture will be over at nine-thirty.” “That’s fine, Fred,” said his mother. “Oh, I’ll be home early tonight, mother. Don’t worry about that,” he answered, kiss- ing her. Fred did not come home until after three in the morning. He came down to breakfast to face an irate father. “Don’t tell me that you went over to the club and met a few of the boys. That one is old,” his father interrupted ironically. “Of course I didn’t go to the club. I told you and mother that I was going to a lecture, and I did. When I was coming home, though, THE ECHO 11 I did meet Al, and he just dragged me over to his rooms,” he explained. “And I suppose you went to sleep and when you woke up it was after three ! Alice in Wonderland!” “Ah, dad, you don’t understand. I have something on my mind to think about.” “Can’t you stay home and think about it?” his father asked, grinning at Mrs. Hayden. Fred caught the grin and answered : “You two don’t think it’s serious, but it is.” “Well, son, try to do the thinking before three o’clock, will you?” “The way you talk, dad, you’d think three o’clock was late. You should hear the fellows laugh when I tell them that!” “Oh, they do! Well, let them. But you’re going to get in here before three!” “Oh, if only ,” Fred stopped quickly. “What?” asked his father. “Oh, nothing.” “Say, dad.” “Yes?” “Did you er were you ever in San Diego?” “San Diego! What would I, a man living in Boston, want to be in San Diego for?” his father replied, very much puzzled. “Oh, I don’t know. I thought perhaps you might have gone there on business.” “Well, I haven’t.” “It must be a nice place. Don’t you think?” Fred asked. “How do I know?” “Well, er — just the name, er — makes you think it must be nice.” “Does it?” After breakfast, Fred’s mother took him aside and asked him if he was going out that night. “You know, Fred, it’s Christmas Eve,” she said. “Well, mother. I have to go out for about an hour, but,” he added, seeing the disap- pointed look come into her face, “I’ll be back in time to help you trim the tree.” “You will?” “Absolutely,” he replied and meant it. Fred went off to school, but his mind wasn’t there. He was in San Diego. When the professor asked him for the result of an experiment, Fred gave the population of that city. That evening he rushed home to find that his mother had company. A girl was stand- ing in the living room, her back toward him. She was alone and looking at a photograph of Fred. His parents had taken it while they were vacationing in the South. It showed Fred off to advantage on horseback, making a superb leap over the barriers. “Well, do you think I made it?” he asked, breaking the silence. The girl turned. Fred stared. “You!” “Yes,” she answered his question, “I know you made it by the way you’re gripping the reins.” “You!” he repeated. “Is there anything wrong?” the girl asked politely. “I know I am in riding togs, but I was riding past, and your mother asked me in to dinner,” she explained. “Oh — er — no — there is nothing wrong. I’m sorry,” he stammered. At that moment Fred’s parents entered the room. Both seemed to be in a good mood. Mrs. Hayden came forward to introduce them. During dinner Fred didn’t utter a word. They had coffee in the drawing room. Fred didn’t say a word. “My son is very much interested in your city of San Diego, Miss Boyd,” Mr. Hayden stated. “He is?” her eyes widened. “Well, I shall be delighted to give him information about the city,” she said, looking at Fred with interest. At this, Fred found his power of speech. “You mean it? You’ll really tell me some- thing about your — er — your city?” “Certainly.” “My son is also interested in lectures. Aren’t you, Fred?” asked Mr. Hayden. “Er — yes — er — yes, very much.” “You said you had to go out tonight, Fred,” reminded his mother. “Have you for- gotten?” “Er — no — er mother, I thought, though, that as long as Miss Boyd is here, I might as well take advantage of her kindness and, er — well — after all, it is Christmas Eve. ’ “Yes, it is, but wasn’t the lecture im- portant?” asked his father. “No, not so very.” “Well, George,” said Mrs. Hayden after a while, “let’s leave Miss Boyd and Fred so that she can instruct him as to how to man- age business in San Diego.” “Don’t bother disturbing yourselves,” Miss Boyd replied. “I can teach him with you present.” “Oh, Miss Boyd,” replied Fred, “I am afraid that I can t quite grasp the facts with more than two present!” “Oh, in that case ” “Come on, George, ” “Good night, children.” “Good night.” The clock struck three. Both Mr. and Mrs. Hayden sat up in their armchairs, yawn- ing. Both looked at the clock and then at each other. The father was the first to speak. “Three! and he is home!” “Yes, and we have Miss Boyd to thank for that.” “She’s a nice girl.” “I think that the thing that made Fred stay home tonight more than anything else, was our influence,” said Mrs. Hayden. “Our influence?” asked Mr. Hayden. “I rather think it was the San Diego influence.” Ruth P. Smith, ’32. Sully: “Ought we to take this road to Bridgewater?” Mac: “It isn’t necessary. They’ve got one there now.” 12 THE ECHO SUCCESS jl IARY Reynaud, a strong, healthy girl of 1UI. twenty with chestnut brown hair and a sturdy body, went about doing her chores, humming or singing. Mary had a strong in- clination to sing, not only at occasional town gatherings but at concerts and at the opera house in New York. But living on a large farm with poor parents never would make her dreams come true. “Mary, for Heaven’s sake, stop that trilling. If you are going to sing, sing right,” said her mother. Mrs. Reynaud was a hard- to-persuade French woman who came to Iowa from Canada, and she did not like music any too well. Mary was subdued for the time being, but still went on thinking of how she would look before a large audience in an opera house. All the time she was sweeping the same spot of the kitchen floor about forty times. The large farm on which the three mem- bers of the Reynaud family lived had three barns, a large rustic farm house, several chicken coops, and a piggery. The furniture was quite antique, rough, and used. Braided rugs covered the whole house, from the din- ing room to the last four bedrooms. The kitchen contained an old iron sink, three straight homemade chairs, and worn, but clean handmade curtains. Mrs. Reynaud was a very industrious and neat person, despite her her none too culti- vated ear for music. At suppertime, just as mother was set- ting the table, and Mary mending socks, Father Reynaud walked in. He was a Frenchman of about sixty-three years, still active, and striving to get along with such a large farm on his hands. He sat down slowly, then began to speak. “Mother,” he said, “I’ve got a few pigs that I would like to sell, but who in this vicinity would want to buy them?” “Perhaps Mr. Harper would buy them. He hasn’t many pigs on his farm,” replied Mary. “Well, I knew if Mr. Harper wanted any more pigs, he would have bought them by this time. He’s wealthy enough,” replied the father. “But there is no harm in trying,” pro- tested Mrs. Reynaud, who finally persuaded Mr. Reynaud that he might be able to in- veigle Mr. Harper to buy his few pigs. The next morning, bright and early, Mary set out in the old horse and wagon to make the sale. Over the rocky road she went. Squeaking pigs and screeching wheels re- sounded loudly in the still spring air. Ar- riving at her destination, Mary was greeted by Mrs. Harper, a good-natured woman, who conducted her to the parlor, and then called to her husband. Mr. Harper entered. He was a bright, jolly, wealthy farmer, about sixty years old. “Well, what can I do for you, young lady?” laughed Mr. Harper. Mary presented her business, and after a few minutes’ contemplation on the part of Harper, he decided that he would like to have a few pigs on that rather “dude” ranch of his. Mr. Harper had taken a liking to Mary. He never had a girl of his own, or for that matter, he never had any children. The wholesomeness of Mary’s smile prompted him to ask her a few personal questions as to her interests and likes. After making the sale, Mary felt just like talking, so she told him all about her desires to become a singer. Mr. Harper listened intently to every word and detail. He thought how nice it would be if he could help her in some way, and why couldn’t he? He had money and was a good friend of the family. But then, there were her proud parents standing in the way. Mary went to sleep that night happy over the encouragement given her by Mr. Harper. For the first time in her life she felt a spark of hope. Three weeks passed. Contentment reigned in the Reynaud family. But contentment did not reign within the soul of Mr. Harper. He had everything, a farm, money, servants, good crops, a good wife, and not a care in the world. Why shouldn’t he make someone else happy? These were the very thoughts of Harper. All during the next afternoon, Harper sat in the old rustic sitting room, trying to make Mary’s parents see that she had her own life to live, and should be given a chance. Mary, victorious, packed her bag and went to New York. In her apartment she prac- tised for five hours each day. She was taking- lessons of one of the best teachers in the city. And under the apt supervision of this teacher, she won several prizes at contests which were held by the pupils. Besides this, she sang at informal gatherings which they held. But now was her big chance. Would she win that position to sing over the radio? Six tried for it. Mary, nervous and anxious, awaited her turn to sing. And did she sing? It was pretty hard judging, but Mary got the prize. In the meantime, the Reynaud family seemed lost without their only daughter. There was no singing or ridiculous trilling. Everything was quiet. Even the cows and pigs seemed to miss her. Mr. Harper visited frequently, seeming more pleasant than ever, if possible. He knew he had done some- thing worth while. He knew that his money wasn’t wasted, from Mary’s frequent letters and from her frequent broadcasts. It sounded impossible. It couldn’t be true. Still she was hearing it with her own ears, that she was wanted to sing in the opera “Carmen” which was to go to Boston in three months. She sat and heard as if in a daze. Her teacher was telling this to her. Mary hurried about wildly, trying to find a piece of paper on which to write the good news to her mother and father and to Mr. Harper. Harper’s letter read quite like this; My dear Mr. Harper, I don’t know how to thank you for your kindness in lending me money. Enclosed THE ECHO 13 you will find a check. I have earned it and I am a success. Mary Reynaud. Helen Kelley. A LITTLE HEROINE F OR some months before the battle at Con- cord, the people in this section were m a state of great excitement. Groups of grave- faced men talked secretly on street corners, and there was a rumor around that the British, who then occupied Boston, were on their way to destroy the ammunition that was stored at Concord. Great precaution was taken against the enemy by storing valuable war arms in nearly every house. This precaution was necessary for there were Tories ever ready to give the enemy any information that was needed. Many secret messages were carried from house to house and it was just such a mess- age that was carried beneath the eggs in the basket on Nancy Tarbell’s arm. Her uncle kept an important communication with Squire Torrey at the other end of the town, and as Nancy was a brave little girl, she was entrusted with it. She had only gone a short way when she met two strangers who asked for the resi- dence of Farmer Williams. Her heart gave a big thump at this, for the farmer was a well known Tory. But she tried not to show any surprise and gave them the desired in- formation. Nancy knew by their accent in her short conversation with them that they were British soldiers. She hurried and when she reached the squire’s home, told him what she had encountered on the way. How to find out the strangers’ errand was an important question. But Mrs. Torrey soon solved it by saying she would send Nancy over to Mrs. Williams with some eggs, and once there, she could keep her eyes and ears open and learn everything possible. When Nancy reached the house, she found preparations for a feast going on. She de- livered the eggs and was thanked for them, but when she offered to help them as they were busy, she was gently but firmly pushed out of the kitchen. As Nancy was a determined girl, she could not be put off so easily; so as she passed the front of the house, she looked in and saw a table set for four persons. Instantly an idea popped into her head, and she climbed through the open window and hid under the table. As the table cloth reached to the floor, she was completely hidden and alone, except for the cat, who snuggled down on her dress to sleep. Nancy had been there a short time when Williams and his wife entered with their guest. By their voices the girl recognized the guests to be the men she had met on the road. For a little while they talked and ate, but when Mrs. Williams left the room, they be- gan to talk business. Nancy learned that the men were British officers who had come to find out where the supplies were kept and how they were pro- tected. The farmer gave them all the in- formation in his power but told them that his life was in danger because of his loyalty. The officers urged him to go with them, promising to protect him as they were armed, and no one knew of their presence except a stupid little girl. At this Nancy almost laughed out, and as she leaned forward to catch every word, one of the officers raised his foot to emphasize a remark and came down heavily on Nancy s nand causing her much pain. Another time she was nearly discovered as the men were ready to leave when she gave a little sneeze. “There’s someone under the table,” cried one of the officers. But then the cat walked proudly out from under the table, and the company laughed at what they thought their mistake. The men soon left the house, and Nancy creeping from her hiding place as soon as it was safe to do so, ran as fast as her legs could carry her. But before she could reach Squire Torrey ’s house, the spies and the Tory were well on their way as Williams had horses ready for their flight. But the warning of the British was given, and Nancy received great praise for her hour under the table. Frances Sorocco, ’34. A DIFFICULT TASK An optimist is any class editor of the Sumner High School of Holbrook, who has set out to get stories for his school paper, the “Echo”. Stories, essays, poems, jokes, and editorials are being sought. If none are turned in, the student is in danger of having his story selected from an English assign- ment. Stories about thefts, murders, and liquor are not the type wanted; colorful and interesting stories are what students de- mand. These stories may have a little slang but too much slang is disgusting to both the pupil and teachers. Poems can be of as much interest as stories. Many humorous poems can be found in the poets’ corner. Or, if you are the sentimental type, you too can be satisfied. Lyrics about different students cause many a hearty laugh. Editorials and essays are considered by some pupils as dry and stupid. Read them. They are not. Humor springs out from all corners of the editorials or essays. They also give you something to think about. If you disagree with them, write your argument and see it published in the next issue of the school paper. Pupils enjoy these debates immensely, and you will find yourself popular. Jokes are things everybody enjoys. But, what is more dis- gusting than “stale” jokes? If something funny happens in class, write it up. Cuts for the paper are a great improvement. Anyone whose talent lies along this line should make a few cuts and pass them in. Why not try a story? If it succeeds, why not venture further with an editorial? F. Ahern, ’32. 14 THE ECHO BOB JONES «pOME on, Bob, this is no old ladies’ vv home,” said Jim Clancy as he rounded a corner in the Central Fire Station and saw Bob Jones looking across the wide streets of New York. By the tall, gray, brick buildings and skyscrapers he watched the actions of a steamer as it entered the harbor. Bob Jones was a young man of perhaps twenty-five years. He stood five feet and eleven inches in his stocking feet and weighed nearly two hundred pounds. His wavy golden hair was set off by a square firm jaw and a pair of light blue eyes. Bob, when not on duty, was usually call- ing on a sweet little girl named Mary, who, by the way, was the daughter of Jim Clancy, Bob’s boss. Bob had been advanced gradually in pay and in work at the Central Fire Station al- though his boss didn’t like him. Jim Clancy’s main reason for not liking Bob was because Bob wanted to marry Mary, Jim’s daughter, but Jim wanted his daughter to stay with him a little longer, as his wife was dead. On January 12, 1931, at about eleven o’clock in the forenoon, the fire whistle be- gan tooting continually. Men in the fire house were rushing and scrambling for the trucks. Bob’s job was driving the large hook- and-ladder truck, this being quite a re- sponsible position. Bob pressed the starter button and started from the fire house with a rush; it took a person’s five senses to manipulate a fire truck through the crowded streets of New York. As Bob sent the truck twisting and turning around between other cars, the other firemen watched the blue clouds of smoke in the distance rolling skyward. After turning down a few side-streets to avoid the more heavy traffic, the truck ar- rived at the scene of the fire. The firemen found a large three story building, which happened to be a storing house, with smoke coming from the many windows and rolling skyward. Already small white streams of water were playing on the building, and many big ladders were being swung into place; men could be seen trying to save the stored materials. In one hour and thirty-five minutes the fire was out, the firemen were blackened, exhausted, and ragged, and the building was a total wreck. A small part of the goods was saved. The firemen were lying in trucks, some exhausted, others wounded, and still others were unconscious. Everybody but the driver was lying in the back of the truck. Just as they were rounding a sharp turn on the way home, there was a screeching, crashing, grinding noise made by the chief’s small red car rounding the turn at the same time, and car and truck collided leaving a mixed mess of chemicals, bodies, and the remains of a small red truck and a red car. Two days later Bob woke up in Mary’s house as she was applying salve to his newly bandaged wounds, and as he looked up into her eyes, she gave a sigh of relief. “Oh Bob, I thought you would never regain conscious ness again.” Several days later Bob was still bandaged, but he took a walk down to the fire station, where he was told he had lost his job, but before the day was over, Bob had found another job at a much smaller station at the Eastern Fire Station. Although there was less pay, he intended to start in this new fire station and work up again. For the first few days in the new station, Bob was very busy with his new job, ancl it was several weeks before Bob got to see Mary, but when he did see her, he made up for lost time by getting her promise to marry him. Three days after Bob’s next visit to Mary, a large fire broke out near the water front; several large vessels had been tied up to the wharf and now being aground, they couldn’t get away. A large fishing building and a large linen manufacturing company’s build- ing were in danger. The department with which Bob worked was the second depart- ment to arrive at the scene of the fire, and every man had his work cut out for him. Bob s job was to help salvage the goods in the factories and buildings. Bob had a weird looking thing on his face which they called a gas mask. He had a hard iron hat on his head, and he was outfitted in rubber boots and rubber coat. Above that he had a small electric lamp and a wicked looking axe which he started using on the door of the large building. Pictures from the outside of the building were a sad sight. Several buildings were ablaze. Large clouds of smoke sometimes hid the firemen. There were several ladders wedged against the side of the building, and many streams of water were being pumped on the building. Bob, in the meantime, was also bustling around, throwing goods from inside the burning building to safety outside the fire circle where it was promptly carried to safety by the other men. Suddenly, as Bob rounded a turn in the old box factory, he came upon the Chief, Jim Clancy, lying flat on the floor with a large girder holding his foot. As Bob started to remove this girder from the prostrate chief, a large packing box fell upon him, breaking the air container of his gas mask. Bob then put a wet rag over his nose, thus making him breathe easier; then he resumed his efforts to free Jim Clancy. The fire was now creeping more closely, the smoke was getting more thick, and the building was getting more unsteady. At last Bob had removed the girder from Jim’s leg, and he was now carrying him towards the door. Just as he got ouside the door, he col- lapsed with his great load, and both Jim and Bob were carried away. When they reached the station, both Jim and Bob regained con- sciousness, and Mary, having heard of the great fire, was waiting for the return of the trucks at the station. As Bob, Jim, and Mary were gathered in the back room of the station, Jim said, “Mary, you go home and set the table for two, Bob and yourself. I will be home later.” Jim also gave his consent to the marriage of Bob and Mary. THE ECHO 15 Bob got his reward for working faithful, and he was also advanced at the station for bravery. Francis Chase. FATE B R-R-R-R-, came the wheezy ringing of the one-year guarantee alarm clock, for once going off within ten minutes of the ap- pointed time. Joan sleepily applauded “Old Lizzie” as she crawled from under the warm blankets to the icy linoleum floor. “Booh,” she cried in dismay hopping swiftly back on the bed to put on her stock- ings and worn shoes. “It’s a wonder that I can’t remember not to step on that linoleum before putting something on my feet. Walk- ing on that alone is enough to give me pneumonia ; now, add the poor heating to that, and I’ll soon have double pneumonia. Just wait, Mr. Piece of Linoleum, when I get rich — out you go in double quick time!” Joan counted her flat purse before leaving her room — just $2.10 left. With a sigh of regret she shook her lovely little blonde head at the offending piece, “Not enough to waste on a velvet rug, so you’ll have to stay there awhile yet.” Out she flounced, her shabby looking suit fully telling its story to the casual glance of strangers — a story that was not unusual, for it was of a poor girl, out of a job, with nobody to help her or give her money. With- out bothering to spend any money on break- fast, Joan swiftly made her way to the pub- lic library. Once there she avidly perused the female want advertisements, but only one thing could possibly be of any use to her in their contents. It read : Contest. Simply send a dollar, and write a paragraph of one hundred words describ- ing the cat shown above. The prizes, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, are usable articles, each costing at least five dollars. In previous contests persons have received prizes of groceries worth ten dollars, household articles, etc. Contest closes in thirty days. Joan thought quickly, “Could she spend a dollar of her precious fund on this?” If she did, there was a chance of receiving the groceries which would at least keep her alive for some time if she did not find work. Gamely she decided she would, and taking a pencil and paper from her old brown purse, Joan brought into use all the excellent education that she had had. It was in the late afternoon when finally it was finished. With gnawing pains of hunger, Joan bought a glass of milk and a hot dog. Her hunger somewhat abated, Joan scurried home. Here she suffered more occasions to glare at and cuss the little linoleum piece. The days passed slowly with Joan sus- taining herself on only a glass of milk some days, but every day bringing provocation from the linoleum rug. Then one day when she had again unsuc- cessful completed the circuit of agencies and was wondering how she could live on the nickel left in the brown purse, a long official locking letter was shoved under the door along with the daily uncivil note of the landlady requesting her rent. The cold still silence of Joan’s room was broken by a series of triumphant gurgles as she read the address of the “Cat Contest’ on the outside. Joan’s fingers, already white and starved looking, tore the epistle open. Briefly it stated her description was very good but not so good as some others, so they were send- ing her the fifth prize. At that moment the doorbell rang. Joan leaped to open it. A messenger boy scruti- nized the thin starved face that greeted him and said, “Package, Miss.” Joan seized the long bundle and thanked the boy. Back in her own room she hastily untied the strings. As the desperate girl viewed the contents, she fell heavily to the floor. There, in the heavy wrapping paper, was a cold, icy piece of linoleum! The freezing silence of the dim little room was still unbroken at the hour of midnight except for the faithful wheezing purr of “Old Lizzie”. R. Hill, ’34. MAGNOLIA GARDENS The Southland is at its loveliest in the early spring. The estate named Magnolia Gardens, situated on the Ashley River, is about ten miles from Charleston, South Carolina, the city of gentility and charm. The glory of these gardens is the gorgeous coloring of the azaleas, burning, glowing, and shining like some miracle. Some of the bushes are as much as twenty feet through and fifteen feet high with solid masses of blossoms in all shades of red, from palest pink to deepest crimson, from lilac-blue to deepest purple, and now and then a pure white bush like a bride in her snowy lace. It is almost impossible to give an idea of the beauty and charm in this garden. Long walks with moss-draped live oaks overhead, a lake and bridge in the distance, and on each side are the great masses of rose, pink, and crimson, reaching far above your head. There are thousands and thousands of blos- soms packed close together with no green to mar the intensity of their color. These wonderful gardens cover twenty- five acres, presenting a riot of azaleas, camel- lia, japonicas, and wisteria of lovely rain- bow colors, of all hues and tints, and rho- dodendrons in endless and gorgeous pro- fusion. It is reputed as being one of the most beautiful gardens in the world. Visitors from far and near enjoy its beauty. “Nothing you have ever seen can prepare you for them; Nothing you will ever see will make you forget them.” 16 THE ECHO “HE WHO LAUGHS LAST, LAUGHS HEARTIEST’’ L IEUT. Thomas Bradford brought the sputtering old Ford to a stop in a front of the quarters of Col. Gordon, Commandant of Fort Howard Sill. His uniform was more spotless than usual, perhaps because he was to call on Mary Lou, the sweet daughter of the sour old Colonel. All the junior officers were anxious to visit those quarters, for it was here only that the “old man” lost some of the sternness, taciturnity, discipline, and strictness which had earned for him the nick-name of “The Martinet”. Not stopping to lock the car, for the key had long since been lost, he bounded up the broad white steps. As he neared the door, he heard the lovely voice of Mary Lou singing some of the old songs for which Southern women are famous the world over. “Good evenin’, Tom. We’re delighted to see you — do come in.” Tom groaned inwardly — did the we mean that the old Colonel was to sit around — or in the vernacular of the younger personnel — “hang around” all evening. However, after saluting the junior and uttering a few com- monplaces, the “tiger” left, probably to sit in his den for hours, reading military man- uals and dreaming over the lovely miniature, which was Mary Lou’s mother. While Tom and Mary Lou were thinking, talking, and planning many things that young people very much in love do plan, the old Colonel sat musing over the days when he, too, had been a young “shave-tail”, the dignified name usually given to the young- est graduate of the Point. He had promised his wife that he would do the best he could to bring Mary Lou up — and for an old soldier to bring up a tiny daughter in an army post was no easy matter. Mary Lou always had been, from her toddling days, the pride and joy of the troop. From the time she could talk, she had been “the old man’s daughter” and “the real commanding- officer” — not a man but in whom she had the greatest interest, from the gruff old stable sergeant who first taught her to ride, to the newest recruit who had run away from home to join the army. She knew them all by name, and Mary Lou Gordon was known from the Presidio to Governor’s Is- land, as the sweetest girl in the army, while her father was equally well known as “the old war lion”. Lieut. Bradford was first one of many callers who had been cordially re- ceived by him and now that he was nearing the retiring age, he was glad to have his daughter engaged to one of the most promis- ing men of the day. The Bradfords were a long and dis- tinguished line of soldiers — Bradford had fought in the war for freedom, in the Indian wars, Chinese wars, Cuban wars, in fact, from the time of the First Continental Army there had been a Bradford in the cavalry. All had served long and honorably; no stigma or even taint of dishonor had touched the name. The Gordon line was equally famous, hard riding, straight-shooting — they had the reputation of having their men “follow them through H ”. And now, the two most famous lines in the army were to unite. They had the good wishes of the outfit. Lieut. Bradford left the house shortly after the last beautiful strains of taps had sounded through the air. It was a beautiful post — broad parade ground, bordered with gorgeous old chestnut trees, the officers’ row of houses, all old fashioned colonial style, with broad pillars and flowering lawns. Sur- rounding the whole post was a high wall, which in its crevices were sheltered many guns — all always ready to protect the fort. Stopping only for a last look at Mary Lou and a hasty glance around the beauty of the post, Tom hopped into the old flivver and away to his quarters. The next morning a white-faced orderly brought him an order to remain in his quarters “under arrest” until Col. Gordon should see him. Completely abashed and puzzled, there was nothing for Tom to do but obey. Try as he would, he could think of no lapse of duty, no infringement of rules — he could only wait. When Col. Gordon arrived, he was pale and plainly worried. “Tom, Capt. Brown has sworn out a war- rant for your arrest. He says you have stolen his car, and worst of all, his story checks.” “But his car. I don’t understand. I left mine in front of your quarters, and it was there when I took it home. The fool is just plain jealous and has tried to frame me.” “The car in your garage is his, Tom, and yours was found ornamenting the parade ground. Certainly,” and here Col. Gordon smiled in spite of himself, “no flattering- ornament.” “But they’re both the same, Col. It must be a joke. Someone must have changed them. They’re both just rattle-traps. The key is gone from mine; I can’t lock it. As for his, it’s even worse than mine and not worth the stealing.” “Well, buck up, lad — Mary Lou and I are for you. I’ve set your court-martial for day after tomorrow. Shall I act as your defense counsel, or will you act for yourself? Capt. Brown’s action had made the court-martial procedure imperative. Regulation, etc., you know, but we’ll do our best.” “Thank you, sir. Tell Mary Lou not to worry, and under the circumstances, per- haps Col. Smith had better be counsel.” The court-martial hour arrived, and Tom was escorted to Headquarters. Mary Lou had written a cheerful note and was not particularly worried, or so it seemed to Tom. On the way down he passed three or four brother officers. Were they actually hiding- smiles at his discomforture, or was the whole affair getting on his nerve? Even Col. Gordon had a rather facetious air ! Poor Tom, his mind was in a whirl during that all too brief march to the court. As he mounted the steps, Mary Lou passed and in answer to his grave salute actually winked. THE ECHO 17 Now Tom was befuddled and cursed the rule that made an officer “confined to quarters” a hermit, as it were. Surely the whole thing was a farce — he, a Bradford, accused of thieving like a common horse thief. It was raw. During the trial had not Tom been so be- fuddled and worried he would have noticed many furtive grins and technical irregular- ities. The jury, five of his brother officers, went out to decide his fate and came solemn- ly back again. “We find the prisoner guilty — of nothing; the penalty — drinks for the crowd. Right then and there Tom proved his sportsmanship at the ghastly joke at his expense. He gravely saluted and left the room without a word. At the door Mary Lou awaited him, “Oh, Tom, I tried to let you know, but I couldn’t. Dad and I just learned of it all this morn- ing.” Tom’s answer is not important, but to the officers’ men that evening was delivered a big case containing — not the anticipated drinks — but several bottles of Grade A milk. Leslie Thorud. ONLY HALF SHOT He placed his cheek upon the stock And nicely set his arm. He set his thumb against the lock And hoped it would not jam. He stood and waited in suspense; The gun’s weight had increased; He squeezed it with his finger tense; The lock had been released. He knew a perfect shot he’d make, The sun was getting hot; He squeezed until his arms would ache, But still he heard no shot. He took the gun apart to see Why it had not exploded; Then, leaning on a nearby tree, He found it was not loaded. F. Kierstead, ’32. DOINGS ON THE DESK The pencil has made quite a number of pointed remarks about the sponge being soaked all day, and the waste basket being full. The scissors are cutting up and the paper weight is trying to hold them down, while the paste is sticking around to see the stamps get a good licking. The ink’s well but appears to be blue, while Bill is stuck on the file, and the calendar is looking fresher after having a month off. The blotter is lying around taking it all in. ! Twas a summer’s night and very warm. It seemed we were in for a thunder storm. I couldn’t sleep, and so for a lark I dressed and took a stroll in the dark. A way I went along the street, The only sound my moving feet, And thought that I was all alone, Enjoying myself in the cool ozone. My thoughts took me to years ago When the world was new and much more slow, To the cave man and his means and ways And the animals of those prehistoric days. To the dinosaurs and the other beasts Who were the victims of cave men’s feasts, And hoped there were none to bar my way, At least until the break of day. What was that? My heart it stilled ! My head it ached, and I felt chilled ! For in front of me were eyes so bright That I almost swooned from awful fright. I turned to run when through the air A smell arose I could hardly bear. My face it paled, and my throat just shrunk, And I knew the thing was a frightened skunk. I wandered back into my home With mind made up no more to roam, Pledged never to take another walk When skunks are around to make back talk. A. McMurray, ’32. SHORTHAND Shorthand is a terrible study My mind instead of clear is muddy. Miss Collins says it is a cinch, But for those words she sure must fiinqh. This Shorthand teacher has a line That makes you think Shorthand is fine. “A child can do this work”, says she, But what a child that one must be. Each day she’s teaching something new. That I don’t learn, yes, it is true. No normal child could learn it all, Though she may try from spring to fall. To teach that subject is a crime; I’d drop it now for half a dime, But still the teacher’s good and kind And ones like her are hard to find. Our interest she is bound to hold, And in her class there’s fun untold. I hope that you are warned in time, To soak your shorthand book in lime. I know that you won’t heed this verse Though I insist shorthand’s a curse. Now take shorthand and study hard Your rank will show on each flunk card. “Nick.” 18 THE ECHO JUNGLE FAITH T HE weird chanting 1 of warriors accom- panied by the dismal beating- of the tom- tom suddenly came to the ears of the two weary explorers, who, having lost all signs of their trail, listened to it eagerly and pushed their way onward with new life through the wild entanglements of the Congo jungle. Suddenly a long spear darted in front of them, and as they dodged that one, many more came, and before they could realize what had happened, they were bound hand and foot and were being carried into a small village consisting of about twenty straw huts perched up in the air about ten feet. One might think them toad stools on four legs, but the one in which the men were thrown was exceptionally large and also very dark. As soon as their eyes became accustomed to the darkness, our friends looked at their surroundings, then at each other. Under their long beards one could see the counten- ances of two adventurous young men of about twenty-five or six years. They were Tom and Buddy Allen, the two sons of a famous explorer who had set out to find the “Treasure City” and who had been lost try- ing to find it. As he had not been heard from or seen for a long time his two sons and a party of negroes had set out to find him. Buddy spoke suddenly saying, “Say, we’ve made a mess of things. Haven ' t we? Just as I thought we were getting somewhere, we go and get ourselves taken captives by some old blackies. Of course, I wasn’t scared of him when he grabbed me, but I didn’t want to spoil their little game by getting rough.” “Well, let’s not mind that now; let’s see if we can get out of here. Gee, these bonds around my hands hurt!” “So do m , say, here conies that big brute that grabbed me. If I could get these things off my hands, I’d put more kinks in his neck than he has in his hair. I wonder what he wants. Say, there are three more with him!” The men came into the hut, took the bonds off their captives’ arms and legs, and took them into another large hut at the end of the village. They found themselves in the chief’s weirdly adorned hut. The natives mumbled something, and then the chief spoke in fairly good English. “You want something from me? You’re a spy of the enemy chief, Kalbal? Speak!” The boys looked surprised, and Buddy spoke, “Yes, the truth is we want something but nothing that you mentioned. We are looking for our father, an explorer, who has been missing for about six months, and your men captured and brought us here. We really were quite surprised.” The old chief thought a few moments and said, “Explorers! Six moons! Humm, I see.’ He then spoke in his native tongue to the negroes, and immediately they took the boys into a small hut, which was much more com- fortable than the first one. That night they went to sleep with the familiar howls of the jungle animals in their ears, but they had much more com- fortable quarters than they had had since they had dismissed the negro guides from their services. The next morning at sunrise they were escorted to the chief’s hut. The chief looked at them and said, “Your father good man. Save my life from king of jungle. I always like reward good men.” He waved his hand, and a bamboo curtain was pushed aside. Joyfully, the boys cried out “Father”. He rushed to them and they to him. He was so happy tears of joy ran down his tanned face. “My boys”, he cried again and again. When all greetings had been exchanged, the boys told their father their story, and then asked him his, so he sat down and began. “Just after you received my last letter, I was tramping through the forest, and soon I saw my friend here about to be attacked by a playful little lion; so just by habit I put the beast in a place where he won’t attack people any more. Well, the chief brought me to his camp here, but as all of his men who know the way back to our set- tlemen have gone northward to pay the annual tribute that they pay to another tribe, I have not been able to get back home or even communicate with you.” The boys nodded and then took their father’s arm. The chief looked very happy as they left. Within a few days the warriors came back home, and the two boys and their father bade farewell to the old chief, and as the early morning sun arose over the densely covered hills, the happy little party wendea its way through the undergrowth toward home. HISTORY Why should we study history? How many of you have said that? The answer is be- cause if any one study is to be valued above all others, history is entitled to that prefer- ence. It is a record of human thoughts, ideas, and actions, the cause and effect of human events. It is always in the making. During the Middle Ages there were no historians of any great importance. In the Eighteenth Century Gibbon wrote “Tht Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire”, con- sidered one of the masterpieces of historical scholarship. But it was not until the nine- teenth century that history developed into a systematic science. Present day historians treat history on a scientific basis, and now the reader may consider the thoughts as well as the action, and compare them with his own, always re- membering that the human equation is such that history can never become an exact science. Read history and learn what men equipped with a mind, just as you are equipped, have thought in the past upon subjects similar to those of today. We of today have much more access to historic knowledge, and it is better under- stood and more fully explained than ever THE ECHO 19 before. That is the reason the world is mak- ing such rapid progress. We meet many problems today, but they are, to a greater or less degree, the same problems that existed in the past. The Bible says, “Wisdom is the principal thing, therefore get wisdom, and with all thy getting, — get understanding”. Both of these may be secured through the intelligent study of history. Carolyn Jervey, ’32. THE “AD” SQUAD The ad squad tried to do their best To fill the Echo’s golden chest, We’ll have to give them a big hand For they tried so hard to obey the command. Though times are hard, they did their work, You can be sure they did not shirk, And everywhere they went I’m told An “Ad” for our Echo was surely sold. Each time one went, he made up his mind, A brand new advertiser he would find. They travelled here, they travelled there, They travelled almost everywhere. They did not stop till their work was done; Then they cried, “You bet we’ve won. We didn’t waste time, or play, or fool, For we have faith in our dear school.” R. Smith, ’32. It is so easy when you grin; There’s not a battle you can’t win. A grin’s accepted anywhere; A real nice one, they say, is rare. A smile’s a thing we all can’t own, But there’s no need for you to groan Because a grin can take its place And help you win in any race. If you can grin at each remark, I think you’ll find this life a lark. Don’t spend your life a sober judge, And carry in your heart a grudge. A grin will make you twice the kid That any frown ever did. It’s friends you need in this great world, When in the busy path you’re hurled. You’ve probably heard this said before, But I just hope you’ll hear it more. “It doesn’t cost a cent to grin,” So why not try it then — and win. “Nick.” THE HARPER First of all, I’ll wake the brook, Silver String, Then the grass to lean and look While we two do sing. Then before people know, Silver string, golden story ’Twill be spring, And all the trees shall breathe And blow o’er everything. Janice Lewis, ’34. THE FRESHMAN The Seniors think it is a shame The way the Freshmen act, But they were Freshmen once themselves. Now, isn’t that a fact? The Juniors think we’re foolish And cut up. Yes, we do, But the Juniors cut up also. Now isn’t that true, too? The Sophomores think we’re too small For their association, But last year they were Freshmen In our poor estimation. Oh, the Freshman has his traits For acting up and such, But of all the years in high school, Not one the first can touch. Yes, we all may have our troubles, Our foolishness, that’s true, But we also have our good times And are no worse than you. Irene Day, ’35. ON THE RANGE As the sun goes down at the end of the day, Homeward the cattle wend their way, Urged on by the cowboys, rugged and daring, Sombreros wide, and flapping chaps wearing. Their gay, carefree laughter, and the crack- ing of whips, And the tinkle of cow-bells like bells on a ship, The green of the grass and the blue of the sky, And the bark of a wandering coyote sly. But now as the day is nearly done, The cowboy’s ready for his fun, To ride quite freely o’er the range, Or joke and bicker with another exchange, Or ride wild horses unused to the rein That buck and kick in a way insane. That is their fun — their day is spent, With the set of the sun they feel content. Carolyn Jervey, ’32. REFLECTION When the sun hangs low at the close of the day And travellers stop by the side of the way, I always think of the things I’ve done, The friends I’ve lost, and the friends I’ve won, The things I have said that I later regret, And how I acted when problems I met, I usually end with a defiant movement As I see there’s plenty of room for im- provement. Carolyn Jervey, ’32. 20 THE ECHO HONOR ROLL November and December ALL A’s Senior — Myrtle Rollings. Juniors — Ruth Bettencourt, Eleanor Hall. Sophomores — Ruth Hill, Fredricka Roll- ings. A’s AND B’s Seniors — Ruth Churchill, Carol Coulter, Christie Hayden, Fred Kierstead, Clinton Leonard, Iza Michaels, Francis Moran, Robert Richardson, Dorothy Sawyer, Ruth Smith. Juniors — Lucy Cartullo, Pearl Gilley, Hope Leach, Minnie Porges, Alice Bussey, Kenneth Stanley. Sophomores — Anna Benvie, William Clooney, Marion Davison, Gladys Egles, Dorothy Hobart, Helen Michaels, Florence Mitchell, Rita Moran, Virginia Poole, Lillian Soderblom, Frances Sorocco. Freshmen — Geraldine Behan, Carlotta Casperson, Irene Day, Rita Lang, Patricia Lyons, Alma Mangott, Irving Mann, Robert McGaughey, Irene Porges, Edith Waters, Marie Welch, Frederick Welsford. January and February ALL A’s Juniors — Ruth Bettencourt. Sophomores — Ruth Hill. Freshmen — Geraldine Behan and Irene Day. A’s AND B’s Seniors — Laura Blanchard, Ruth Church- ill, Carol Coulter, Christie Hayden, Clinton Leonard, Francis Moran, Robert Richard- son, Dorothy Sawyer, Ruth Smith, and Ern- est Wiggins. Juniors — Barbara Brooks, Alice Bussey, Pearl Gilley, Eleanor Hall, William Hutch- inson, Minnie Porges, and Kenneth Stanley. Sophomores — Marion Davison, Gladys Egles, Dorothy Hobart, Grace Kelley, Flor- ence Mitchell, Rita Moran, Virginia Poole, Fredericka Rollings, Lillian Soderblom, Frances Sorocco. Freshmen — Carlotta Casperson, Rita Lang, Patricia Lyons, Irving Mann, Robert McGaughey, Gardner Mills, Irene Porges, and Geraldine Sullivan. March and April ALL A’s Sophomores — Marion Davison, Ruth Hill, Fredericka Rollings, Frances Sorocco. A’s AND B’s Seniors — Laura Blanchard, Ruth Church- ill, Carol Coulter, Ruth Dickerman, Christie Hayden, Carolyn Jervey, Fred Kierstead, Anaceta Lelakes, Francis Moran, Robert Richardson, Myrtle Rollings, Dorothy Saw- yer, Ruth Smith, Ernest Wiggins. Juniors — Dorothy Andrews, Ruth Betten- court, Alice Bussey, Lucy Cartullo, Sisag Garabedian, Pearl Gilley, Eleanor Hall, Helen Kelly, Robert Martin, Minnie Porges, Kenneth Stanley, Eleanor Wood. Sophomores — Gladys Egles, Dorothy Ho- bart, Grace Kelly, Florence Mitchell, Rita Moran, Lillian Soderblom. Freshmen — Geraldine Behan, Carlotta Casperson, Irene Day, Rita Lang, Patricia Lyons, Irving Mann, Irene Porges, Frank Stonkus, Henry Thayer, Edith Waters, Marie Welch, Tony Zarelli. Post Graduate — Helen Morse. HONOR ROLL Typewriting The following have received 40-word pins for speed and accuracy in typewriting: Ruth Churchill, Sisag Garabedian, Dorothy Saw- yer, Myrtle Rollings, and Frances Ahern. The 50-word pins have been received by the following: Pearl Gilly, Sisag Garabedian, and Ruth Churchill. OUR FACULTY Miss MAguire Miss BarTlett Mr. WalSh Miss KnUtson Miss DaMon Mr. Neal Miss MEgley Miss DoRan Miss RicHardson Miss Collins Mr. HodGe Miss MurpHy THE ECHO 21 SENIOR DRAMA CAST F. Kierstead. M. Rolling ' s, F. Moran, L. Blanchard, J. Watkins. F. Aliein. J. Sullivan MEMORY LANE Is April Fool’s day always a day to fool people ? Ask any member of the Senior Class, and you will receive an emphatic “No” for an answer. On this date the Senior Class presented the three act comedy, “Memory Lane”, which was a huge success. The leading roles were played by Laura Blanchard as Hester Gray, and John Wat- kins as Robert Perry. Laura, appearing as Hester Gray, certainly showed us what a “brick” she could be by allowing her half sister, Evangeline, to take her boy friend. John Watkins, as Laura’s true lever and Frances’ fake lover, certainly took his part well. There must have been some outside practicing for some of these scenes. The part of Evangeline, Hester’s hi If sis- ter, was taken by Frances Ahern, who was very attractive in her childhood attire. Willie Gordyn, son of a wealthy New York antique collector, played by John Sullivan, fell fast for Evangeline, although at first he was not Evangeline’s choice. “Sold” capped the climax, Johnnie. The haughty Mrs. J. Lester Gordyn, New York Society antique collector, was very well depicted by Myrtle Rollings. The part of Jonah Crowe, a politician, was taken by r rancis Moran, who sureiy put on a conceited part in a “big way”. Obadiah Gray, father of Hester and Evan- geline was depicted by Fred Kierstead, who we know, only tried to act innocent when smoking a cigarette. This huge success was coached by Miss Megley who was greatly astonished at the intelligence, brilliancy, and unexhaustible actions of certain members of the Senior Class. Thanks to you, Miss Megley, or we’d have been down in the “dumps”. Dancing followed with music furnished by Ryan’s Orchestra. Christie Hayden. TAMING OF THE SHREW On April 7th we were royally entertained by John E. Hines, a famous Shakespearian actor. He, without assistance, played “The Taming cf the Shrew”, taking the parts of all the players at once. We were charged ten cents per capita for this performance, but everyone who went did not consider his time thrown away. SARDINES A very exciting comedy was enacted by the domestic science class of Miss Doran. The cast of the piay was Mary Bussey, Kath- leen Walsh, Madaline Hanney, Helen Calla- han, and Evelyn Still. Alfrieda Doolittle, the maid, portrayed by Kathleen Walsh, seemed interested in every- thing except being a maid. Mary Bussey, as the mistress of the house, did her best to teach Alfrieda how to serve guests. Helen Callahan put real life on the stage with her gossip and sarcastic remarks. Lucy Watkins, acted by Madeline Hanney, always managed to cause much laughter in the audience by misunderstanding her friends. Evelyn Still, the writer from New York, managed to take a few notes down very suc- cessfully while the rest of the ladies were bringing Lucy Watkins out of her faint. The play kept the audience amused as well as interested. Fiances Sorocco. Mr. Neal (at assembly): “The Seniors will come d wn front and sing while the others pass out.” 22 THE ECHO JUNIOR DRAMA CAST R. Martin. L. Thorud. B. Brooks, M. Huskins, H. Kelly. R. Bettencourt. E. Hall, K. Stanley SOPHOMORE DRAMA R. Moran, M. Smith, T. Hall, E. Lucas, F. Lelakes, L. Soderblom. ECHO STAFF Top row: H. Kelly, B- Brooks, M. Huskins, R. Hill, G. Kelly, E. Lucas, F. Sorocco, G. Behan, J. Shipley, K. Megley, adviser. Second row : F. Ahern, C. Hayden, J. Sullivan C. Jervey, F. Kierstead C. Coulter, W. Hutch- inson. First row: L. Thorud. H. Smith. R. Martin, E. Wiggins, (B. Mana- ger,) F. Moran, (Ed- itor-in-chief), E. Kil- len, R. Bettencourt. THE ECHO 23 JUNIOR PROM On the evening of May 20, 1932, the Junior Prom was held in the Assembly Hall. The hall was decorated in the class colors, cerise and gold. The front of the stage was arranged with potted palms. There were balloons of many colors hanging from the ceiling. Just before intermission they were pulled down, and that was the end of the balloons. During intermission refreshments were served. The patronesses were: Miss Damon, Miss Collins, Miss Megley and Miss Richardson. Music was furnished by Billy Ryan’s orchestra of Brockton. At twelve o’clock festivities ended after spending a very enjoyable evening. This year’s Prom was very different from other years, that is, the ending. All our profits were put into the so-called safe, but some very considerate person who wanted, evidently, cur money robbed that safe. This caused much excitement. ECHO ASSEMBLY The Echo Staff held its annual assembly in February. The Assembly opened with a salute to the flag. Francis Moran presented to Mr. Neal for the High School a picture of George Washington as a gift from the staff of 1930 and 1931. After this a play en- titled Cur National Songs ' was given by the following cast, Francis Moran, Hopkin- son, the writer ox “Hail Columbia Happy Land ; Carolyn Jervey, Julia Ward Howe, writer of “Battle Hymn of the Republic”; Kenneth Stanley, Francis Scott Key, writer of the “Star Spangled Banner”; William Hutchinson, Dr. Smith, writer of “Amer- ica’ ; Robert Martin, Emmett- writer of ‘Yankee Doodle”. Then a group of boys: John Sullivan, Kenneth Stanley, Fred Keirstead and Francis Moran gave a song and dance act imitating the screen stars: Greta Garbo, Marie Dressier, Clara Bow and Helen Kane respectively. The assembly closed with a selection by the High School Orchestra. SOPHOMORE ASSEMBLY The Sophomores, under the careful super- vision of Miss Bartlett, gave an interesting assembly on January 26. First, the entire school gave the salute to the flag. Then an amusing movielogue was read by Dorothy Hobart, accompanied by Ruth Hill at the piano. The main feature of the program was the Health speaker, Dr. McKallaugh. In her lec- ture she told Sumner (believe it or not) that each of the pupils’ bodies was worth about 98 cents and instructed them on the value of good health. Following this beneficial talk, the orches- tra played a stirring march while the stu- dents marched out. R. Hill, ’31. TECHNOLOGY LECTURE Several pupils accompanied by Miss Knutson attended the lecture “Light and Life” at Massachusetts Institute of Tech- nology, and had a very enjoyable time. Among those from the Freshman class who went were Carlotta Casperson, Winifred Andrews, Louis Kenstowiz, Gardner Mills, and Philip Apt. Geraldine Behan, ’35. FRESHMAN CLASS NOTES The Freshman clas held its first class meeting the first week in January and elected the following officers: President — Tony Zarelli. Vice-President — Edith Waters. Secretary — Patricia Lyons. Treasurer — Gardner Mills. It was decided to have the class dues ten cents a month beginning in January. EXCHANGE We acknowledge, with thanks: “The Bulletin”, Marshfield, Mass. Your material and your cuts are good, as is the stock of the magazine. A rearrangement of your departments might help. “The Abhis”, Abington, Mass. Your stock is very good, and the magazine well set up and arranged. The title page and the edi- torial, literary, and exchange departments are fine. I would suggest your having one less page of advertisements at the front of the paper. Why not have school news? “The Arguement”, Norwood, Mass. The cover is distinctive — so are most of the cuts. You’ve plenty of departments, and they re all complete and well placed. “Stetson Oracle”, Randolph, Mass. I would suggest grouping most of your ad- vertisements together at the end of the magazine. “The Semaphore”, Stoughton, Mass. Your cuts, material, and arrangement are excel- lent. Why not change your cover design or at least its color — occasionally? “The Sachem”, Middleboro, Mass. Your magazine is well arranged and compact. The cover is distinctive, and the material and cuts are good. I’d suggest a cut lor “Athletics”. “The Partridge”, Duxbury, Mass. Your paper is very complete and very well written. “The Parrot”, Rockland, Mass. Your paper is very good, as far as it goes. Your columns called “Alumnae” might be more accurately called “Alumni” unless your graduates are all female — which I am sure they’re not. IN LATIN CLASS First Whisper: “What is the third person singular of the perfect tense of ‘gero’?” Second Whisper: “Gessit.” First Whisper: “Thanks. If I could have guessed it I wouldn’t have asked you.” 24 THE ECHO LEAGUE MEETING The Second meeting of the Southeastern Massachusetts League of School Publica- tions was held January 20, 1932, at Rock- land High School in Rockland. The Sumner delegates arrived there at 3.00. From 3.00 to 3.45 was registering. At 3.45 all the delegates gathered in the As- sembly Hall where they were welcomed by Mr. Pearce, principal of the Rockland High School. Directions were given for Depart- mental Meetings. The meetings were at- tended by the following: Advisory Board — Miss Megley, Ernest Wiggins, Leslie Thorud, Margaret Huskins. Editors-in-chief — Kenneth Stanley, Fran- cis Moran. Business Managers — Robert Martin. Athletic Editors — Helen Kelley. Literary Editors — Fred Kierstead. Exchange Editors — Barbara Brooks. From 5.00 to 6.00, all gathered in the Assembly Hall. There were heard some very interesting speakers. These speakers were graduates of Rockland High School. These speeches were shortened as supper time drew near as every one was looking at the clock and fidgeting impatiently. At last 6x0 drew near, and a dash was made to the Cafeteria where supper was served. The supper was delicious, consisting of chicken, mashed potatoes, string beans, cranberry jelly, rolls, and ice cream and brownies. It is a wonder how Bob Martin, “Mike” Moran, Fred Kierstead, and Ken- neth Stanley dare to look a dish of ice cream in the face. At 7.00, in the Assembly Hall, was held the Business Meeting. Mr. Brown awarded the prizes won last season by Braintree High and Durfee High. Some information was also obtained about a newspaper man’s life. Mr. Francis “Tip” O’Neil of the Boston American gave this information. Then there was the honor of watching a play put on by the Literary Club. This was very amusing and all laughed until they cried. The Rock- land High School Band played several selec- tions; then the “party broke up” about nine o’clock. The trip home was made in safety. Every one who went to this meeting was satisfied and pleased. It may interest you to know that the “Echo” paper was awarded third place in the contest of last season. Leslie Thorud, ’33, League Representative. The third meeting of the Southeastern Massachusetts League of School Publica- tions was held in Norwood High School, Wednesday, March 16th, 1932. The “Echo” staff delegates arrived at 3.45 o’clock. From then until 4.15 they wan- dered over the building. At 4.15 they were called to the assembly hall where a welcome was given by Mr. Archibald of Norwood High. At 4.30 all went to Departmental Meet- ings. They were attended by the following: Advisory Board — Miss Megley and Leslie Thorud. Art Editors — Christie Hayden and Fred Kierstead. Athletic Editors — John Sullivan. Business Editors — Hugh Smith and Ern- est Wiggins. Exchange Editors — Barbara Brooks. Joke Editors — Alice Sullivan and Adrienne McMurray. Editors-in-chief — Francis Moran and Ken- neth Stanley. These meetings lasted until 5.30, at which time all assembled in the gym for election of officers. No one nominated so all went to supper. After a very delicious supper, a business meeting was held in the gymnasium where Mr. Everett Getchell of Boston University, spoke very interestingly on “Journalism”. At 8.30 the Dramatic Club presented “Carolina Candlelight”. This play was about George Washington, a love affair, and a George Washington Party. It was very in- teresting and all of us enjoyed it. From 9.00 to 9.45 there was dancing in the gym. The trip home was m ade in safety in spite of the fact that all got lost two or three times. I’m sure everyone who attended enjoyed the Norwood meeting. Leslie Thorud, ’33, League Representative. The last meeting of the Southeastern Massachusetts League of School Publica- tions was held at Middleboro, May 18, 1932. The trip was made in Miss Megley’s and Francis Moran’s cars. From 3.00-3.45, was registering. At 3.45 a welcome was given by Principal Lindsey J. March. This was followed by depart- ment meetings. The meetings were attended by the following: Advisory Board — Miss Megley, Leslie Thorud. Editors-in-Chief — Francis Moran, Ken- neth Stanley. Business Editors — Ernest Wiggins, Hugh Smith. School Notes Editor — Barbara Brooks. Art Editor — Christie Hayden. Athletic Editor — Fred Kierstead. Joke Editors — Helen Kelly, Edith Killen. At five o’clock in the assembly hall. There were heard brief reports on some problems of a school publication. Officers for the year 1932-1933 were elected as follows: President — Alfred Marconi, Braintree. Vice-President — Albert Blank, Attleboro. Treasurer — Everett Anderson, North Easton. Secretary — Virginia Chadwick, West Bridgewater. At 6.15 supper was served in the Central Congregational Church. What a supper it was! Chicken a la king, mashed potatoes, THE ECHO 25 and all the fixings. By the way, it has been heard that Ernest Wiggins longs to be a minister. Where did he get that idea? At 7.00 the Memorial High rang with song. The folks from Holbrook could be heard above all the rest. At 7.15, Mr. Harry LeBaron Sampson, Counsellor at Law, Bos- ton, spoke on “Laws and Personal Liberty.” This was very interesting. But — where was Wiggins? Shy little Ernie turned out to be quite a “Romeo.” A drama “Romance in Letters” was very good. After this there was dancing until 10. The trip home was made safely. The last meeting of the League was, from my point of view, the most enjoyable. Leslie Thorud, ’33. League Representative. SCHOOL CALENDAR December 3 — Night School. I bet that we behaved well for once. December 11 — Sumner presents two one-act plays for the benefit of athletics. “The Ghost Hunters” by the sophomores created a new theory on ghosts, and “Elmer” by the Juniors was a comedy, starring Bob Martin, who was a good equal to Eddie Cantor, and Leslie Thorud, paraded with Greta Garbo. December 17 — Harold Lloyd in “Welcome Danger” sent many a thrill through the audience. December 18 — The basketball season is open ! Holbrook played Sharon at Sharon and the girls won a close victory with the score 38-37, while the boys were defeated 37-11. December 23 — A recess from books and pen- cils while dear oT Saint Nick pays his annual visit, and the New Year is ushered in. January 4 — A new school year begins! Resolutions are being tried out — let’s ho e they work. Meanwhile, we’ll just dust the cobwebs from the books and get busy. January 13 — Wedding bells for a sopho- more ! Miss Helen Michaels embarks on the sea of Matrimony, and leaves the sophomore class minus a member. January 13 — The Boston School for Deaf and Dumb showed our boys a thing or two in the first basketball game played at home. The Sweaters vs. the Non-Sweaters in the girls’ game exhibited some good work, the Sweaters winning 35-14. The boys’ score was 20-35, in favor of the opponents. January 14 — “Corporal Eagan” has come to town. Who is he? Well, you just wait till about a week, and you’ll see and be proud of Sumner’s blossoming actors and actresses. January 15 — Another victory! Sumner beat Howard High School of West Bridge- water. The girls topped with a score of 23-17, while the boys scored 24-17. It was a good battle, and Howard High is sure worthy of praise. January 19 — Holbrook plays Sharon’s bas- keteers in a close game. The girls’ game ended in a score of 29-22, in Holbrook s favor. The boys’ game tied in a score of 20-20, and the three minute decision was won by Sharon. Never mind J. A. S.; it’s all in the game, so don’t get peeved. The final score was 20-24. January 20 — Marksmen in the making! Major Thorud’s Rifle Club met with favor among Sumner’s aspiring gunners. January 26 — Dr. McKeller of Boston gave us an interesting talk on Health. A per- fect example of her subject, she made her talk very entertaining. January 26 — Marshfield’s green and yellow basketball teams gave us a lively game. In the girls’ one line game, Carolyn, or “Shorty” Jervey gained well deserved cheers for her successful shots. The girls game was won by Holbrook with a score of 44-22, while the boys suffered defeat with a score of 40-11. January 27 — The Boston School for Deaf defeated our boys with a score of 30-26 in the second game our boys have played against this school. February 19 — Danger on the roads! That grim reaper, Death, has taken from us one of the best violin players in our or- chestra, and left us minus a brilliant scholar. Be on the lookout, Sumnerites, for the demon Speed stops for nothing. February 29 — Back to the pencils and books again, a little saddened, perhaps by the awful tragedy, but ready to work with a will. March 3 — Assembly brings a portrait ot George Washington, a patriotic drama, and the Hollywood celebrities, in person, mind you, of Mike Moran, as Helen Kane; Fred Kierstead, as Clara Bow, the flaming “It” girl; John Sullivan, as the mysterious Greta Garbo; and Kenneth Stanley, as fascinating Marlene Deitrich. Who says we haven’t our own screen stars? March 7 — We enjoyed an assembly given through the courtesy of Mr. Smith and the General Electric Company. March 8 — The first moving picture show of the year was an interesting one of “Alice in Wonderland”, a Charles Chaplin com- edy, and an “Aesop’s Fable” comedy. March 10 — The concert of the Glee Clubs and the High School Orchestra goes off to perfection. Maybe we haven’t glee clubs, eh wot? March 14 — The basketball season has drawn to a victorious close on the part of the girls’ team. For the boys’ it didn’t come out so well, but there is still more time to capture a few victories. March 16 — Another league meeting, this time at Norwood. We sent a good repre- 26 THE ECHO sentation, and rumor has it that they en- joyed themselves. March 17 — Mr. H. T. Kingman gave us an interesting exhibition of glass blowing. This assembly was very entertaining, especially as Mr. Kingman played an amusing prank on one of his audience. However, the various objects which he made of glass and his amusing stories added to our enjoyment of Saint Patrick ' s Day. March 18 — This week has seen a few last basketball games between classes, and an exciting athletic tournament. March 28 — Rainy weather gives an extra day to loaf, but we are still wondering if Sumnerites are sorry it rained. March 29 — Dignified teachers cast off the mantle of reserve to caper at the Teach- ers’ Party. April 1 — It may have been an April Fool joke, but the Senior Play drew many ad- mirers of the Seniors’ talent as actors and actresses. April 7 — Mr. Hines gave us an interesting reading of Shakespeare’s “The Taming of the Shrew”. April 12 — Many a snappy song and joke made the Commercial Club ' s annual Min- strel Show a laughing success. April 15 — Dr. A. J. Cole gave us an inter- esting talk on the West Indies, and sent us on our vacation longing for a trip to Bermuda shore. April 25 — Ho hum! Back to the books and pencils once more. The Jaw Stretchers Union of Sumner High has been picking up business from the effects of daylight saving. May 3 — It seems we have a budding reporter in our midst. Allan Chadsey, so rumor has it, has imbued the desire for this phase of literature, and his first sports write- up, received favorable comment. May 13 — Miss Richardson’s snappy style show brought applause, and our basket- ball stars were presented with their let- ters. What was in the box, Helen Kelley? May 17 — The Commercial Club presented its annual style show through the courtesy of the Sally Dress Shoppe of Whitman, and under the direction of Miss Collins. Dresses, for sports and evening wear, for the Junior Prom and Graduation, were shown. May 19 — The Cameraman does his stuff. The Wilson studios made us watch the proverbial “birdie”, while our smiling countenances were recorded on the film. May 20 — The Junior Prom drew a good at- tendance, but the happy occasion was clouded when it was learned that some mean thief, who found it convenient to rob the school safe, stole their proceeds. May 26 — We honor the Grand Army vet- erans, the World War veterans, and the Spanish War veterans at the annual Memorial Day assembly. May 27 — Poppy Day at all the schools, and each class gladly contributed its share to the Poppy Drive, and the bright red sym- bols of memory decorated each buttonhole. Through the courtesy of Mr. Roy Smith, Mr. Snyder of the General Electric Supply Corporation of Boston came to the High School March 7, 1932. Mr. Snyder showed us a very interesting talking picture on the making of Mazda lamp bulbs. Christie Hayden, ’32. FIRST YEAR AT SUMNER The first year at Sumner Is dearest of all; The other three years To this, seem quite small. ’Tis the year we get acquainted With dear Sumner High, The year we feel big As we pass the others by; The year we are thought As green and all such, The year we’re looked down on As not knowing much. Oh, yes, we’re looked down on, By all upper classmen, But no matter what may happen We’re happy to be Freshmen. Winifred Andrew, ’35. VACATIONING I can see the tall pines standing Like a guard as if commanding Rock and Pile, And I hear the constant flapping Of the water gently lapping Golden sands, which are enwrapping Sandy Isle. I can see the mountains ranging, Grand, majestic, and unchanging, Mile on mile. From the sea I’ve seen the gleaming, Sunset’s brilliant colors streaming On the waters that lie dreaming, Sandy Isle! C. Jervey, ’32. THE ECHO 27 Since our last issue of the “Echo”, many of the Alumnae members have either become engaged or married. Ardelle Wilde, class of ’30; has become engaged to Irving Ryder; Dorothy Webber to Mr. Holgrew; Barbara Whitcomb to Alfred Therien, and Emily Lakewitz to Vernon Bell. Marjory Still, class of ’30, has since been married to Kenneth Alden of Brookville; and Dorothy Loeffler, class of ’30, to Donald Orcutt. Charles Martin, class of ’28, and John Kearns, class of ’27, are being graduated this June from Technology. It is also inter- esting to know that John Kearns is the fore- most two-mile runner at Tech. He ran a mile and one-half in seven minutes and fifty-one seconds to trim his winter-long rival, Bob Mann. Thorndike Flye has taken over the owner- ship of W. B. Borden’s Garage. He is now the only Pontiac agent in the town. We are very fortunate in securing for this department some material from a few mem- bers of the alumni who have gone further to school; namely, Wallace Hancock, U. S. Naval Academy; Everett Hayden, Worcester Poly Tech.; and Norman Smith, Brown Uni- versity. Helen Kelly, Editor. DORMITORY LIFE AT W. P. I. Dormitory life at any college is something to which every entering Freshman should look forward with pleasure. While living in a dormitory at college, he will learn, by com- ing in contact with other young men, how to judge more accurately the character of men he will meet in the future, and, also, he will learn a few things about his own character, for college men, as I find them, are very frank. The life in Sanford Riley Hall at Worces- ter Polytechnic Institute is a clean, healthy, and happy one. As the dormitory is new, it is run under very modern rules. There are no restrictions as to hours in or out of the build- ing or to the time that lights are to be turned on or off. Each man acts on his own initia- tive. Everybody is his own master and can do as he pleases. Giving a young man all this liberty and responsibility seems rather fool- ish, but it is really a great help in making a man of a boy. This way teaches one more about regulation of time for work and play than a thousand rules. The brotherhood and friendliness of the students of the dormitory are surprising. If a young man can prove himself a good, clear, and honest companion, he is taken into con- fidence by the others. No matter who he is, or where he comes from, as long as he proves his worth, he is welcomed by the others. But if a young man does show himself unfit for the general good of the place, he might as well leave right away. There are no limits to the steps taken by the residents to rid themselves of this unwelcomed guest, and more than embarrassment is generally the results of their labor. Since the dormitory is run by young men, it is known that students if they have enough entertainment and recreation, will behave as they should. There are, therefore, many social affairs, as the Dormitory Frolic, and frequent dances, held in the dormitory. At the Frolic are speakers who entertain the students with interesting stories of their own adventures. Most of the men who speak are in the engineering work although many of them are ex-soldiers, aviators, or explor- ers of note. In this way the students meet men from their future work and also are en- tertained. For recreation there is floor com- petition in baseball and tennis. These sports arouse much interest among the young men and make them work hard to get their par- ticular floor ahead. As the studying at the institute is no snap, the advantages of this exercise and recreation can easily be seen. It takes the student’s mind off his work, and gives him a chance to relax while, at the same time, he exercises his body. The dormitory is like a small city, in that it has its own government, newspaper, and radio station. It is governed by a committee of eight students, two from each class, who have complete control over the residents. A newspaper, called the Dormitory Scandal Sheet, is published bi-weekly. It contains all the gossip of the dormitory along with the criticisms of the meals and entertainments. It is supported by everybody and each edi- tion is looked forward to with the greatest of pleasure by all except a few to whom the editors have taken a great dislike. The radio station is only a small one, and since it would be impossible to get a license for such a sta- tion, the hook-up is more like a telephone. Almost every room has a loud speaker which is hooked to a powerful radio set in the “main studio”. Here the entertainers gather, bi-weekly, to send out their programs all over the dormitory. Some of the skits and sound effects are really ingenious. The sta- tion is a great source of entertainment. According to this piece, it sounds as though college is one sweet bed of roses, and dormitory life, a long holiday. This may be so to some extent, but when one goes to college, it is, presumably to learn; required preparation for one class is two hours; so it can he seen that, with two or three prepared subjects every day, there are about five or 28 THE ECHO Unusual Fashions for Young Moderns And when we say unusual, we mean unusual from the standpoint of quality and low price as well as style! For EDGAR’S Apparel Shops are just filled with the smartest of the new summer clothes that are as pleasing to the pocketbook as they are to the eye! We can’t possibly tell you all about them here, so come in and be tempted! It’s perfectly safe, because the prices are keyed to a school- girl’s budget! Apparel Shop - Second Floor JAMES EDGAR COMPANY A Brockton Institution Business Courses FOR YOUNG MEN- Business Administration and Accounting Courses as prepa- ration for sales, credit, financial and accounting positions. Col- lege grade instruction. Highly specialized technical training in two years. FOR YOUNG WOMEN- Executive Secretarial, Steno- graphic Secretarial, Steno- graphic, and Finishing Courses as preparation for attractive secretarial positions. Individ- ual advancement. FOR BOTH Young Men and Young Women — Business and Bookkeeping Courses as preparation for general business and office positions. Burdett Training — whether secured before or after college, is helpful throughout life. It is an essential part of the equipment of every young person in seeking employment or in building a career. Courses include basic subjects with several distinct opportunities for specialization. Instruc- tion intensely practical. Close attention paid to indi- vidual needs. Separate courses for men and women. For new illustrated catalogue, sent without obligation, address F. H. BURDETT, President Burdett students last year came from 70 universities and colleges, 356 high schools, 114 academies, and 165 other business, normal, and special schools. Graduates of Burdett College receive the assistance of a well-organized placement service. School facilities are unsurpassed. Students are trained by an able and experienced faculty. Previous business training is not required for entrance. Correspondence is invited. FALL TERM BEGINS SEPTEMBER 6th BurdettCollege A Professional Business School of College Qrade 156 STUART STREET, BOSTON, MASS. -c x £ PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THE ECHO 29 six hours that must be used for studyin g. Outside of this, life is easy and highly en- joyable. Everett Hayden, W. P. I. S. H. S., ’31. AFTER ONE YEAR The change from the life of high school to that of college is a very great one. Practic- ally the entire Freshman year is a period of transition from the old life to the new, of adjustment to different conditions. The dif- ference lies chiefly in the greater freedom allowed to the college student. He is allowed to be absent from a certain number of his classes, and is not disciplined in any way for failure to prepare lessons. Many of his classes are lectures; if he is inattentive and fails to take notice, he suffers no conse- quences until the next test. As he is placed in large groups, a different one for each class period, he becomes acquainted with comparatively few of his fellow-students ex- cept by outside activities, and he meets only a few of his instructors personally. In the midst of his new surroundings, the college Freshman is likely to indulge oc- casionally in reminiscences of his high school days; when he does so, he is almost certain to recall scores of opportunities which he let slip, and to wonder why he did not make more out of his high school career. This ap- plies not only to the person who goes on to college, but to anyone who goes through high school. Therefore, all students should think of the future before it is too late. They should regard high school as a chance to make preparations for years to come rather than as a period to be lived through by just getting by. They should begin early to work for a definite goal, and that goal is to get as much as possible out of high school. In order to do so they should not only do their best in their regular courses, but also go in for some extra-curricular activities and take an active part in the affairs of their classes. Class offices and positions on the staff of the school paper are examples of activities from which may be derived a great deal of pleasure and benefit at the same time. If every student would follow, throughout the four years, a resolution to make the most of every opportunity presented by his high school life, he would be able to look back on his record in after years with more satisfaction than most of us can. N. A. Smith, ’31. Brown, ’35. THE UNITED STATES COAST GUARD ACADEMY The smallest one of Uncle Sam’s schools for boys is the United States Coast Guard Academy at New London, Connecticut. The purpose of this academy is to train young men to become officers in the U. S. Coast Guard. Until last year the course has been three years, but commencing with the class of 1935. the course has been broadened to four years. More subjects have been added to the course, and a new academy is under con- struction to be completed in September, 1932. The course is divided into three terms: two academic terms, and a sea term. The academic terms are from September 21 to May 16. During this time the cadets remain at the academy and study theory and cul- tural subjects. Beginning about May 25, the sea-term comes along. The cadets go on two first class cruising cutters for a 10,000 mile cruise. On this cruise all the theory that has been learned in the winter is put into prac- tice. Cadets under the instruction of Coast Guard Officers do all the work of the ship from scrubbing decks to navigation and marine and electrical engineering. Many foreign ports are visited on these cruises. The cruise ends on August 31, and the cadets go on leave for three weeks. The academic year is not all study as it may seem to be. The academy has various athletic sports, such as varsity football, class football, fencing, tennis, and crew. There is also a yearbook and a handbook that the literary cadets may work on. Those who are musically inclined may join the Glee Club or the orchestra. At least once a month, and more often twice a month, there is a dance at the academy. The time of most outside activity is gradu- ation week in May. During that week there are crew races, baseball games, dances, dress parades, and finally graduation and the graduation hop. At this hop the new en- signs, who have just been graduated from the academy, wear their new uniforms, and the underclassmen all come wearing an ex- tra diagonal stripe to show one more step upward. It’s a great life after all. Wallace L. Hancock, Jr., Cadet 4th Class, U. S. C. G. S. H. S. ’30. THE BROKEN DREAM When I awoke the other day, The sky was still a heavy gray. The wind against my window blew, And I thought rain was falling too. It was not long when falling rain Had lulled me back to sleep again, And there I saw the summer sun With all the joy of laughing fun. There was the ocean cool and clear With sand and sun and fun quite near. The sun was warm and clear and bright, And yet it all seemed not just right. And oh! the lovely dream it broke When in a moment I awoke To find the howling wind and rain Dash hard against the window pane. G. Brooks, ’32. 30 THE ECHO Your Vacation Make of it a lasting benefit. Get the cash to complete your plans, of the Morris Plan. The cost is $4.00 on each $50.00 for one year. Call in for an explanation in detail. Brockton Morris Plan Co. Brockton 9 s Good Business College For more than forty years its graduates have been able to take and hold good Business and Secretarial positions in Brockton and adjoining towns. There is positively no good reason why anyone living in or near Brockton should go else- where to be trained for Accounting, Secretarial, or Civil Ser- vice positions. Send for new year Book. Fall term begins Tuesday, Sept. 6 BROCKTON BUSINESS COLLEGE C. W JONES Pres. 224 MAIN STREET Room 8 Phone 635 Ask for Simpson Spring Beverages New England’s most famous Beverages for over 50 years DELANO The Shoeman SHOES, RUBBERS SLIPPERS For the entire family 121 MAIN STREET BROCKTON, MASS. DORKS PRINT SHOP Bridgewater,, Massachusetts. ■k PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THE ECHO 31 BOY’S BASKETBALL TEAM Top row : E. Wiggins, manager, J. Callahan, F. Stonkus, W. Hooker, Mr. Walsh, coach. Front row: J. John- ston. F. Moran, J. Sullivan, L. McKay. BOYS’ BASKETBALL Marshfield at Sumner The boys from the Cape visited us in the afternoon in our gym. A gentleman by the name of Pratt gave the local talent some pointers on how to shoot a basketball. We were set down 4 to 11. Ohwa! Boston School for the Deaf at Sumner Altogether this was a fast game, it was played hard and looked uncertain till the last. (O how I hate to say this.) We took it on the chin 22 to 30. Stetson at Sumner O my! 0 my! We’re still up to our old tricks. We dropped this 19 to 28. Sumner at Howard Well, this was a game of good “ole” slam- bang basketball that would do your heart good to see, but in the end (or should I say the beginning?) Howard took us 30 to 9 Sumner at Stetson On our last game of the season we visited Randolph, and we were shelllacked 23 to 17. Letters were awarded to Wade Hooker, Leroy McKay, .John Sullivan, Joseph Cnlln- han, Robert Martin, Francis Moran, and Ernest Wiggins. Sharon at Sharon Holbrook’s first game was at Sharon High where a slapping was taken to the tune of 35-17. School for Deaf of Boston at Sumner This game was a heart breaker. It looked as though Sumner had it clinched, but a few long shots soon dispelled the idea. School for Deaf, 35; Sumner, 20. West Bridgewater at Sumner This was not a peaceful game and was very even until the last half, when Sumner forged ahead to take the game 24-17. Sharon at Sumner This game was vastly different from the one at Sharon, and was a good battle to the end of the game, which ended in a tie. In the 3-minute overtime period Sharon won 20-24. Plainville at Plainville This game had many unusual features but Sumner won 22-21. % $ :Je ijs Felix: “Any mail for Mike Howe?’’ Post-master: “No, man, no mail for any- one’s cow.” 32 THE ECHO l Interest Begins the 15 th of Each Month Deposits Received from $ 100 to $ 4000.00 Brockton Savings Bank THE BANK ON THE HILL Main Street at Court LOUIS EDWIN FLYE FLYE, GRABILL, BUTTRICK JAMES 68 DEVONSHIRE STREET, BOSTON, MASS. I PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THE ECHO 33 BASEBALL TEAM Top row: J. Sullivan, J. Callahan, G : Kemp. Second row: A. Cormier, K. Stanley, J. Watkins, F. Moran, W. Olsen. iFirstrow: F. Lelakes, G. Dyer, C. Leonard, L. McKay. BASEBALL East Bridgewater at Sumner In this game the boys from East Bridge- water visited us and took home the bacon. The final score was 5-2. They got all their five runs in one inning, by the way. The battery for Sumner was Kemp and Olsen. Bridgewater at Sumner This sounds better. We won this game by a score of 14-4. During this game, Hooker hit his first home run of the season (and what a homer). The battery for Sumner was Sullivan, Callahan, and Olsen. Sharon at Sharon We visited Sharon on April 26 for our first game which we dropped in spite of the fine game Kemp pitched. The battery was Moran and Kemp. The score 2 to 1. Braintree at Braintree This little slugfest was held on April 28 at Braintree. We won this one 13 to 9. The battery was Moran, catcher; Kemp, Sulli- van, and Callahan, pitchers. Randolph at Randolph This game was a heart breaker. We had it sewed up but dropped it in the ninth. Bat- tery was Olsen and Kemp. Score 3 to 4. Avon at Avon This looked like a loose ball game in the first two innings, but it came right down to a 3 to 2 score in which we were in second place. The battery was Olsen and Sullivan. Sharon at Sumner Well! I love to write this, we beat Sharon in our first home game in ten innings to a score of 6 to 5, Kemp twirling, and Olsen holding him. Hs Miss Megley: “Now, class, I want you to make your sentences so clear that even the most stupid person can understand them; then I can tell what they mean.” The players and positions of the baseball team are: C. Leonar d Second base -J. Watkins Short stop J. Callahan Center field G. Kemp Pitcher W. Hooker Third base W. Olsen Catcher G. Dyer First base J. Sullivan Left field L. McKay Right field F. Moran Catcher R. Martin First base K. Stanley First base Baseball Schedule Apr. 26 Sharon 28 Braintree May 5 Randolph 9 Avon 12 Sharon 16 E. Bridgewater 19 Bridgewater 23 E. Bridgewater 26 Randolph 31 Braintree June 2 Avon 7 W. Bridgewater 9 Bridgewater W. Bridgewater 14 Home games. J. Sullivan, Athletic Editor. THANK YOU THE ECHO STAFF extends its sincerest thanks to the pupils, advertisers, faculty, alumni and typists who have co-operated with them in making its graduation issue a success. To Gh idys Egles much thanks is given for enab ling the “Echo” to have a new cover for this issue. The Stall hopes that the readers will patronize all ad- vertisers. 34 THE ECHO Frank T. White Florist Bennett McLaughlin Attorney at Law Mayflower Cleaners HOLBROOK, MASS. Tel. Randolph 0773J Rogers Hunt DRY GOODS NOTIONS HOSIERY UNDERWEAR Stamped Goods and Novelties Greeting Cards for every occasion Franklin Street opp. Town Hall Tel. 023 1R J PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THE ECHO 35 GIRLS’ BASKETBALL TEAM Top row: Miss Richardson, coach, G. Behan, C. Jervey, H. Kelly. First row: E. Wood, F. Ahern, C. Coulter, captain, K. Walsh, F. MitchelL GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Sumner at Sharon The first game of the season was played at Sharon. It resulted in a victory for Sum- ner. The game was very interesting, and every spectator was held in suspense from start to finish. Sumner was in the lead most of the time, but this was only by a few points. Everyone was thoroughly excited throughout the game, and when Sumner’s favorite jumping center fouled out in the third quarter, all chances were thought lost. However, Sumner w r as able to keep up its good work, and the final score was 39-38, for Sumner. W. Bridgewater at Sumner On Friday night, January 15, the Sumner girls defeated the girls of Howard High on Sumner’s floor. The Howard girls were ac- customed to playing a two-division game, that is three forwards and three guards, so Sumner had the advantage. The game was very exciting, and it was one of the cleanest games ever played. The passwork on both sides was very fine, but that of Sumner was superior. Sumner was also better at sinking baskets from the floor but were not so suc- cessful from the foul line. No one was put out of the game for fouls, and the final score was 23-17 in Sumner’s favor, Sharon at Sumner On Tuesday night, January 19, the Sum- ner girls played the Sharon girls a return game. This game resulted in another victory for Sumner, and it seems that, in spite of the fact that the girls were not expected to have a good team this year, they have won more than their share of the games thus far. They were in the lead all the time, but in t he fourth quarter the Sharon girls got “a bawl- ing out” and began to show that they were quite capable of playing the game too. The score was 29-22 in our favor. Sumner at Plainville The Sumner girls defeated Plainville girls on January 23. The floor being small, a two division game was played with a man referee. It was a hard-fought game, and many fouls were called. One of our guards was eliminated because of this, but, in spite of these handicaps, the score was 24-21 in favor of the Sumner girls. Marshfield at Sumner On Tuesday afternoon, January 26, the Marshfield girls played Sumner on Sum- ner’s floor, with another victory for Sum- ner. This game was played differently from the usual way. The first half was played Sumner’s way, but the second half was a two-division game; nevertheless, Sumner was in the lead all the time, and at the end of the fourth quarter the score was 44-21 in Sumner’s favor. Foxboro at Sumner On Friday afternoon, January 29, the Fox- boro girls played on Sumner’s floor. This re- sulted in the sixth straight victory without any defeats for Sumner. This was one of the closest games Sumner has played. In the last quarter with one minute to play and Sumner being only one basket ahead, the ‘‘crowd went wild”. The Foxboro girls, how- ever, could not score, and the final score was 31-29 in Sumner’s favor. Sumner vs. Braintree at Braintree The Sumner girls suffered their first de- feat at the hands of the Braintree erirls to the tune of 39-34. The game was played on Tuesday afternoon, February 2, at Brain- tree High School. It was one of the slowest games that Sumner has played this season, but this defeat did not discourage the girls, for they felt sure that they would give them a good return game. 36 THE ECHO 5 ■ ' % Flye Motors Incorporated French 8C Brooks ELECTRIC SERVICES Insurance of All Kinds REPAIRING TIRES Tel. Randolph 0298 ACCESSORIES “ 0676 Tel. Ran. 231 Holbrook Randolph Trust Company Randolph Savings Bank A st rongly established com- 1851 - 1932 munity Bank controlled by the community it serves. 81 Years of Progress A deposit in the Randolph Trust Company is safe and sound investment and helps advance the growth and pros- perity of Randolph, Holbrook and Avon. Deposits go on interest first business day of each month. $1.00 starts an account. 1 J PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THE ECHO 37 Randolph at Holbrook The Sumner girls defeated their old rivals of Stetson High on Friday, February 5, in a very fast game. The final score was 20-17. The game was one of the best that the girls have played, and the low score was due to the splendid guarding of both teams. Sumner vs. West Bridgewater at West Bridgewater The Sumner girls and the girls of How- ard High battled to a 41-41 tie score on Tuesday, February 9. The game was very hard fought, and the West Bridgewater girls were leading nearly all the time, but Sumner woke up in the last quarter and tied the score in the last few minutes of play. Sumner vs. Braintree at Holbrook The Sumner girls played the girls of Braintree High on Friday, February 12, and showed them how a real basketball game should be played. Sumner’s passwork was splendid, and every part of the team seemed to click. This was one of the best games of the season, and the final score was 41.37 in Sumner’s favor. Sumner vs. Howard Seminary at Y. W. C. A. Sumner’s girls traveled to the Brockton Y. W. C. A. to play the girls of Howard Seminary on Tuesday, February 16. The re- sult was another victory for Sumner. The game was very slow, and nothing very excit- ing happened. The final score was 22 to 10 in favor of Sumner. Sumner vs. Marshfield at Marshfield The girls of Sumner met their second de- feat of the season at the hands of the Marsh- field girls. The game was very one-sided, the score being 33 to 6 at the end of the first half. “Peanut” Ahern made her first appear- ance at forward in this game. The final score was 53 to 18 in Marshfield’s favor. Sumner vs. Randolph at Randolph This game, played Friday night, March 4, was one of the closest ever played. Both teams had good passwork, but the game was one of the roughest of the season, and it more or less resembled a football game. Sumner managed to keep one basket ahead until one of the Randolph girls shot a basket in the last few minutes of play and tied the score, which remained 30 to 30. Sumner vs. F’oxboro at Foxboro Sumner’s girls met their third and last de- feat of the season at the hands of the Fox- boro girls on Friday afternoon, March 11. The girls couldn’t seem to get a “break”. Everything was against them, especially when two baskets were not counted, be- cause they were made just after the whistle blew, and when three others were credited as one pointers. Nevertheless, the girls fought to the finish. The final score was 22 to 16 in favor of Foxboro. Sumner vs. Girl Reserves at Y. W. C. A. The girls of Sumner High played the Girl Reserves of Brockton on Monday afternoon, March 14. This team had never been de- feated, but Sumner’s girls walked away with wheel.” quarter was 25 to 2 in favor of Sumner. This gave the coach an opportunity to use some of her substitutes and to prepare for next year’s team. The final score was 45 to 25 in Sumner’s favor. The girls’ basketball season of 1931 and 1932 has been a great success. The team has a record of winning ten games, tying two, and losing only three. Much credit for this record rests with our coach, Miss Rich- ardson. The regular team consisted of Carolyn Jervey, jumping center, valuable because of her height; Frances Ahern, side center, who, although she is the smallest, is the fastest player on the team; Helen Kelly and Eleanor Wood, guards, who have worked to- gether very well during the whole season; and Kathleen Walsh and Carol Coulter, for- wards, important because of their ability to shoot baskets and pass smoothly. There were also two substitute guards, Florence Mitchell and Geraldine Behan, who had many opportunities to show their ability. Letters were awarded to Carolyn Jervey, Frances Ahern, Helen Kelly, Eleanor Wood, Florence Mitchell, Kathleen Walsh, and Carol Coulter. Carol Coulter, ’32. Although this season left much to be de- sired, it marks an epoch in our school’s history. We won two basketball games! Ever since basketball started, four years ago, Sumner has never felt the thrill of be- ing on the long end of the score, but this year we emerged from our complete coat of whitewash and hung it on the chin of West Bridgewater by a score large enough to make sure it wasn’t a mistake. Later we visited Plainville and won by a close score. This was a rather unusual game, but we won’t go into that. The outlook for the next season is, in my estimation, good. When you consider the regular juniors left and the sophomores and freshmen developed last year, I think you can see a good team. J. Sullivan. WHAT EVERY FRESHMAN WANTS TO KNOW 1. Did Caesar graduate from Harvard or Yale? 2. When was the War of 1812 fought? 3. Is there a Santa Claus? 4. What shade is “Zane Grey”? 5. How far can the Grand Canyon shoot? 6. Is 1492 A. D. a telephone number? 7. What did Tom Mix? 8. Where is Rudy Vallee? Myrtle: “What is the most dangerous part of an automobile?” Mildred: “The nut that holds the steering the game. The score at the end of the first 38 THE ECHO K 3 f ROY C. SMITH M rs. Walter R. Cartwright J. Joseph Hurley Ca rtwright 6 C Hurley, Inc. Funeral Directors 15 North Main St. Randolph, Mass. R. E. ALLEN, MEATS FRED H. BELLOWS, TAILOR 123 Boylston St. Boston, Mass. F. W. CRAWFORD, M. D. I PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THE ECHO 39 - HUMOR - Rita: “Those are nice looking- stockings you have on.” Phoebe: “Yes, but every time I walk, they run.” Wiggins: “Where did you get that black eye?” Prof. Andrews: “I told the conductor 1 was travelling on my face and he punched the ticket.” ' j. rjC Mr. Neal: “Why did Thomas Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Peanut: “I guess he couldn’t afford a stenographer.” Kempton: “Can you see any change in me?” Fishy: “No, why?” Kempton: “Well, you ought to. I just swallowed a dime.’ ’ Mr. Walsh: “Hooker, did you take a shower?” Hooker: “No, is there one missing?” A traveling man after vainly trying to make clear an argument to a fellow passen- ger finally yelled, somewhat angrily: “Why, it is as plain as a, b, c.” “That may be,” said the other, “but I am D. E. F.” Mr. Neal: “Did you take that note to Mr. Christiansen?” R. Hagg: “Yep, but I don’t think he could read it.” Mr. Neal: “Why not?” R. Hagg: “Well, when I was in his office he asked me three times where my hat was, id it was on my head all the time.” 2$C sjc Hooker: “Aw, have a heart!” Grace: “No, thanks, I have one.” Rita: “So Alice Bussey is going to play in a mob scene in the play.” Grace: “Yes, she’s going to meet ali her former boy friends.” if, $ L. Blanchard: “What makes you think W( will be wearing our dresses longer this year?” C. Jervey: “Well, by the looks of my purse, anyway, I’ll be wearing this one foi a good while yet.” Miss Megley (in distress) : “My car has stalled. Have you a spare plug?” Farmer: “Sorry, lady, I don’t chew, but I have an old cigar I can give you.” . Miss Collins: “Can you type?” H. Morse: “I use the Columbus system.’ Miss Collins: “What’s that?” H. Morse: “I discover the key then land on it.” Motorist: “Which way do the avenues run in this town, young man?” Benvie: “Both ways, sir.” G. Whitcomb: “You know I was walking- down the street yesterday and wasn’t even thinking about finding any money.” T. Hall: “Well?” Whitcomb: “And sure enough I didn ' t find any.” Miss Maguire: “Use the word ‘triangle - in a sentence.” Hagg: “If fish don’t bite on grasshoppers, triangle worms.” Miss Richardson: “If you subtract 14 from 116, what’s the difference?” B. White: “Yeah, I think it’s a lot of bunk, too.” ❖ ❖ Beansy: “Kid me if you want to, but 111 bet I 11 appear at the Prom tonight with a beautiful girl on my arm.” R. Whitcomb: “G’wan, there never was a tattoo artist who could work that fast.” Miss Maguire: “Words ending in ‘ous’ mean full; as, ‘joyous’ means full of joy, now will someone give another example of such words?” “ ‘Pious’,” was the quick reply. A cautious Scotchman refused to attend a banquet because he didn’t know what the word “gratis” meant. Next morning he was found dead before an open Webster. If an “s” and “i and an “o” and a “u” With an “x” at the end spell “sioux” And an “ and a “y” and an “e” spell “eye” What can a perplexed speller do? If also an “s” and an “i” and a “g” With an “h-e-d” spell “sighed” The speller sore vexed as what to say next, Might possibly try “Siouxeyosighed”. 40 THE ECHO West Division Street. Tel. connection A. E. BATES PURE ICE From Weymouth Reservoir Gulf Filling Station Washington Street, South Braintree, Mass. W. F. Bourbeau Heating and Plumbing Silent (flow Oil burner Copeland Refrigeration 27 Plymouth Street , Holbrook , Mass . Herbert E. Dunnington oApothecary Phone 0793 ‘ ' Prescriptions Soda Holbrook Square Candy Hamilton’s Garage, Inc. HOLBROOK, MASS. Chevrolet Sales and Service Wallace L. Bemis Opt. D. ROCCO PIRCIO EYESIGHT SPECIALIST SHOE REPAIRING Olympia Building 196 Main Street Brockton, Mass. Phone Ran. 0011-W Plymouth St. Holbrook, Mass. £ 3 - PLEASE PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THE ECHO 41 Man at Chadsey’s door: “Would you like to give ten cents towards helping ‘The Old Chad,: “What! Are they out again?” “It ' s the little things in life that tell,” said Virginia as she pulled her kid brother trom under the sofa. sj: sjc :jc Iza M.: “When you are sleeping, your noble brow reminds me of a story.” Jessie: “What story, ‘Sleeping Beauty’?” Iza: “No, ‘Sleepy Hollow’.” Mr. Walsh: “Tell me a coincidence, Daly.” Shiek Daly: “My mother and my father were married on the same day.” Billy White: “I fell off a 40-foot ladder this morning.” Miss Bartlett: “It’s a miracle you weren’t hurt.” Billy: “Oh, I only fell off the first rung.” [! 5-S sjs Sfc Swartz in the gym: “Where’s my violin?” Taylor: “Over there in the corner in my shoe.” Swartz: “It doesn’t take much to turn a girl’s head these days. Does it?” Wiggy: “Evidently not. I just notice d one looking your way.” CAN YOU IMAGINE: Winifred Andrew not smiling? Philip Apt remembering report cards ? Philip Averill and Tony Zarelli without their marcel ? Geraldine Behan getting flunk cards ? Ralph Chandler acting serious ? Florence Cormier with straight hair? Elmer Crandlemere without freckles? Jean Drummond with a Latin answer? George George a decided blond? Harold Johnson being graceful? Louis Kenstowitz without drawings on his papers? Sidney Harris not losing his recess at least once a week? Joe Mack getting A in conduct? Helen Koski drawling? Rita Lang yelling? Irving Mann without a lesson? Irene Porges with a high pitched voice? Roy Smith asking to recite? Frank Stonkus as short as Carlotta Cas- person ? Geraldine Sullivan with black hair? Robert Welch getting all A’s? Howard Helms not wanting to play bas- ketball ? Dorothy Hooke without Irene Porges? Robert MacGaughey singing a solo? Robert Neal getting a P. M.? Harold Thayer without glasses? Fred Welsford, ’. ' 15. Irene Day, ’35. Tenore, wading in a brook, was startled by an angry voice. “Didn’t you see the sign that says ‘No Wading’ back there?” Tenore: “Sure, but I’m not wading back there.” :-c Clerk: “Would you be interested in some book ends?” C. Jervey: “Oh yes, that’s the part I al- ways read first.” 5-S 5jC % Miss Knutson : “Who can tell me where the dew comes from?’ ’ P. Apt.: “The earth rotates so rapidly that it perspires.” Miss Damon : “What do you understand by the word deficit, John?” J. Watkins: “It’s what you’ve got when you haven’t got as much as you had when you had nothing.” Jjs “What are you crying for, Gardner?” “Father’s salesman for a new soap, and every time a customer conies, I get washed to show it off.” 5«C 5 5 5-S J-C Doctor: “Sit down, sonny, you have shown good manners long enough.” Small Boy : “It ain’t good manners, doc- tor, it’s a boil.” ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Skimp was busily engaged with a spade in the mud beside her car when Donald Crane hailed her. “Stuck in the mud?” he asked. Skimp: “Oh, no. My engine died here and I’m just digging a grave for it.” 5f: : c 5}: :jc Miss Knutson: “Name three articles con- taining starch.” Chase: “Two cuffs and a collar.” Miss Megley: “Lelakes, use ‘officious’ in a sentence.” Frank: “When Bob and Jack fell into the pond they yelled, ‘Oh, fish us out’.” % Sfc S|C Miss Richardson: “If I take a potato and divide it into two parts, then into lour parts, and each cf the four parts into two parts, what would I have?” D. Crane: “Potato salad.” ♦ ♦ Mai Andrews (driving for Chase) : “Boy, what a clutch !” Chase (in rear) : “You ’tend to your driv- ing. I’ll handle this.” 5k He Mr. Walsh: “Fancy that, Walter, here is a girl who thought that .Inly the Fourth was King of England.” Olson: “Haw, haw, haw, and what coun- 42 THE ECHO f % u JERRY’S LUNCH Union Street Holbrook ON THE SQUARE SAM’S MARKET Hot Dogs 5c Sandwiches 5c 10c HOLBROOK COAL CO. HOLBROOK, MASS. Pure Milk from our own dairy E. C. 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