Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 7 MURIEL MAY RICHMOND (Richie) Linwood St. “Happy I am, from Care I’m Free.” Hobby: Walking Activities : Glee Club 2, 3 ; Commercial Club 3, 4. MARY E. RUGGLES (Lizzie) South Franklin St. “Gentlemen prefer Blondes’ Hobby : Swimming KENNETH G. STANLEY (Beansie) Adams St. “Faint heart ne’er won fair lady.” Hobby : Going out at night. Activities : Echo 2. 3 ; Editor- in-C ief 4 ; Glee Club 1 ; Basketball 3, 4 ; Senior Drama ; Athletic Drama 2, 3 ; Pro Merito pin ; Class President 1, 3. MARGARET M. STRAIN (Peggy) 618 South Franklin St. Hobby: Swimming “Lead and I follow” Activities : Librarian 3 ; Glee Club 1 ; Commercial Club, 3, 4. WILLIAM R. TAYLOR (Bill) North Franklin St. “Better late than never.” Hobby: Camping Activities : Rifle Club 3, 4 ; Glee Club 1, 2, 3 ; Basket- ball, 2, 3, 4 ; Senior Drama. LESLIE JOAN THORUU (Red) South Franklin St. “She blusheth like the shy and drooping rose.” Hobby: Riding, Swimming Activities : Glee Club 1 ; Re- porter 4 ; Athletic Play 3 ; Senior Play ; Echo 2, 3. 4 ; Rifle Club 3, 4 ; Lunch Room 4 : Class Officer 1. CHARLES G. WHITCOMB (Ooftey) Platts St. “Good things come in small packages.” Hobby : Driving Activities : Glee Club 1, 2 ; Orchestra 1, 2 ; Rifle Club 3, 4 ; Commercial Club 3, 4 ; Apparatus 2. ELEANOR WOOD Winter St. “Strong and stalwart as a sturdy elm” Hobby : Skating Activities : Basketball 2, 3 ; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Com- mercial Club 3, 4 : Office 4. This issue is lovingly dedicated to the Senior Class of Sumner ms

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6 THE ECHO EDITH MAE KILLEN (Dutchie) Pleasant St. “Proud and tall is she, like a cedar.” Hobby : Bowling Activities : Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Echo 3, 4 ; Commercial Club 3, 4 : Athletic Drama 2 ; Track 1 ; Office 3 ; Bas- ketball 1. EVELYN MARIE KOSKI (Eve) Hobby : Swimming “Silence is Golden.” Activities : Lunchroom 1, 2, 3; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Commercial Club 3, 4 ; Class Secretary 1, 2. HOPE MAYNARD LEACH Emery St. “Buxon, blithe and debonair” Hobby: Walking Activities : Glee Club 1, 2 ; Commercial Club 3, 4 ; Athletic Drama 2 ; Office 4 : Reporter 4. MARY C. MacPHERSON (Zip) North Franklin St. “Music hath charms to sooth the savage.” Hobby : Singing Activities : Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Rifle Club 3 ; Commer- cial Club 3. 4 ; Lunch Room 1. 2, 3, 4 ; Senior Play ; Re- porter 4. ROBERT B. MARTIN (Bob) South Franklin St. “Thy middle name is Modesty.” Hobby : Tinkering with Cars Activities: Echo 1, 3: Busi- ness Manager 4 ; Basket- ball 2, 3, 4 : Baseball 2, 3, 4 : Senior Drama ; Athletic Drama 2, 3 ; Apparatus 4 : Class President 2. MILDRED G. MATTHEWS (Millie) 10 Linwood St. “Her face, oh call it fair, not pale.” Hobby : Powdering her nose Activities: Glee Club 1, 2: Commercial Club 3, 4. ELMER H. MAXHAM, JR. (Mike) 16 Bradley Road, South Braintree “The more you learn, the more you forget, so why learn ?” Hobby : Drawing Activities: Glee Club 1, 2. 3 ; Rifle Club 3, 4 ; Commer- cial Club 3, 4. LEROY K. McKAY (Mac) “A sportsman brave was he.” Hobby : Sports Activities: Glee Club 1, 2; Basketball 2, 3, 4 ; Baseball 2, 3, 4 ; Commercial Club 3, 4 ; President of Com- mercial Club 4 : Appara- tus 4. THELMA A. NICKERSON (Nick) Linfield St. “A woman’s crowning glory is her hair.” Hobby : Talking about last night. MINNIE FORGES Plymouth St. “Black were her eyes, and raven her hair.” Hobby : Hiking Activities : Commercial club 3. 4. GEORGE W. PORTER (Junie) 123 South Franklin St. “If you want a thing done right, don’t do it yourself — ask me to do it.” Hobby : Athletics and some- body’s assistant. Activities: Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Baseball Manager 4 ; Apparatus 2, 3, 4 ; Stage Manager 2, 3, 4. ED. MERRILL RANDALL South Franklin St. “My heart is faint so don’t venture near.” Hobby: Talking Activities: Glee Club 1, 4; Senior Drama.

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8 THE ECHO A SPECIAL ON VIOLETS It was ten o’clock on a bright sunny May morning, and quiet peace hovered over the comfortable houses of Cedar Avenue. There was hardly anyone about. The golf players long ago had departed in their gay plus fours and with the back seats of their cars piled with golf sticks. The lazy souls who were staying at home were, for the most part, still asleep or else interested in their Sunday papers. Benjamin Gregory, in a fit of rare energy, was cleaning the car. He had just started the final rubbing when his son Richard, who had approached silently and was standing there watching him, inquired casually, “Do you need some help. Dad?” “Why — thanks, son,” he remarked with some measure of calm. “If you like. There’s an extra chamois under the back seat.” Dick silently took the chamois from under a number of old inner tubes, spark plugs, and other assorted tools; silently he began polishing the hood. Mr. Gregory also polished silently, for he was very patient, and decided enlightenment would come if he waited long- enough. “Uh-Dad. It’s almost time for my allow- ance. Isn’t it?” “Well, a couple more days, son. But — how many weeks are we ahead on that al- lowance now?” “I know,” Dick hastened to assure him. “Uh! that is, I guess it’s about three weeks ahead now. But, y’see, Dad, this is serious.” “I thought,” Benjamin Gregory reminded his son in a mild tone, “that you were go- ing to get only two dollars a week, instead of the usual five until you had paid up the extra you’ve had?” “Yah, I know,” Dick’s tone assured him, “but,” he began again in hoarse voice, “it’s about Dolly.” “I see,” his father replied. “But what about this allowance business?” “Oh, yeah,” Dick returned. “Sure I was coming to that. Y’ see, tomorrow’s her birth- day, Dad, and none of the other guys know about it.” “What makes you think she hasn’t told the others the same as she told you?” in- quired Mr. Gregory. “Aw, Dad!” Dick exclaimed shocked. She’s not like that. Gosh, she didn’t tell me. Y’ see the other night at the movies she had a little locket on, and — y’ know — the chain broke, and she asked me to keep it. It was — uh — engraved inside, ‘To Dolly, five years old. May 10, 1921.’ So that’s how I know.” “I understand,” said Mr. Gregory serious- ly, “but you’re getting worse and worse on the money part, and this time it isn’t going to work.” “But, Dad,” said Dick heartbrokenly, “Gee whiz, her birthday’s tomorrow and — ” “You might see if someone wants a job done — you know mowing lawns or some- thing,” replied the father. “Uhuh,” said Dick sadly, and went toward the house. His father looked after him until the screen door banged shut. Mr. Gregory was suffering but assured himself that he was doing right. At dinner Dick’s appetite seemed in no way lost, for when he had finished the last crumb of his banana cream pie, he excused himself politely and strolled out. A little later he was seen talking with Bill Martin, who lived next door. Dick was up bright and early the next morning. He was rather quiet at breakfast, his manner being mildly reproachful. He and his father left at the same time. Paus- ing on the front steps, Dick inquired, “Want a lift. Dad? I’ll take you to the bus.” ‘‘No, thanks, son,” Mr. Gregory declined politely. “I’ll need the exercise. You — uh going uptown?” “Yeah,” admitted Dick, “s’long then, Dad.” Dick’s first destination was the K. B. Store. He passed through the store into the office of Mr King. “Business isn’t very good, Dick,” he re- gretted. “I wouldn’t have a thing for you ’til — well, maybe Saturday.” “Thanks, Mr. King,” said Dick politely and went out. “Saturday — a lot of good that will do,” he thought. He then tried the Green Front Butcher Shop, the Filling Sta- tion, the Parker’s Drug Store, and the Cam- eron Flower Shop. There were, it seemed no jobs to be had. Dick went back to the car and was slumped in the front seat when presently Pink Junes came in view. Pink was whistling “It’s the