Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO I 1 TURNED TABLES Characters: Mrs. Ann Kennedy — A good natured neighbor. Helen foster — Young wife, suspicious, jealous, loving. Jack f oster — Toung husband, loving un- suspecting, jolly. Scene takes place in the kitchen of an ordinary young married couple ' s home. Time is about nine in the morning. Scene opens with Helen on the stage humming to herself while she is ironing. Ann Kennedy knocks at the right door, and Helen cheerily calls: Helen: Come in. Ann: (entering jauntily dressed to go to town; On; Good Morning, neighbor! And how are you this bright morning? Helen: (Cherrily — still ironing) Oh just fine, thanks. And where are you off to so early? Don’t stand there — have a chair. Ann: (pulling a chair from the table and sitting down) Thanks. I will. But i can’t stay long as I am going down town to do a little shopping — Pay some bills — and you know, the usual things. I may take in a snow if i think I have time, i’ll have to be home, though, to get Jim ' s supper, or he’ll raise the roof. Helen: (helpfully) I hear there is a good show at the Modern. Ah — let me see — what was the name of it now ? Oh dear — oh — you must know — George Arliss is the leading actor. Ann: (thinking a minute and then bright- ly answering) Is it ‘‘The King’s Vacation?” Helen: No, — now I remember — (trium- phantly) Voltaire! That’s it. Ann: (meditating) Well, I may go, and then again I may not. (brightening) Say, Helen, by the way, you look unusually cheerful this morning. Has anything hap- pened ? Helen: (smiling) It’s about time you noticed in what good spirits I am. It’s a long story so I guess I’ll sit down while I tell it. (draws chair from back of table and sits down) It’s a scheme! Ann: (interestedly leans forward toward Helen) Now, really, Helen, you interest me. A scheme! What on earth are you talking about? (after thought) Hurry, I haven’t much time, (looks at her watch). Helen: (confidently) Well, Ann, you re- member my talking to you about how I sus- pected Jack of being rather, well ah — friv- olous ? Ann: (nodding) Yeeesss — Helen: I have it all planned so that I can find out for sure, one way or another. (While Helen tells this story Ann keeps her eyes on her friend and is very much intere sted and excited.) Helen: Jack and I have been invited to a masquerade ball. I will make an excuse not to go but will insist that Jack goes. Do you follow me? Ann: You bet I do! Sounds good so far. Helen: it is good: Listen, here comes the best part. After jack leaves, 1 will disguise myself and go to the ball, jack will never suspect. His costume is an Indian suit so ne will be easy to hnd. (triumphantly) And then — Ann, listen to this — f win make ad- vances to Him and see how far he ' ll really go. Ann: Oh, Helen. I do think that is the most delightful plan! (afterthought) But will it work? Helen: (surprised) Work? I don’t see why not! There can t possibly be a slip up. Ann: (looking at her watcn and jumping up) Oh, dear, it ' s getting terribly late, and f won ' t have time to see a show, (looking at Helen) fTease don ' t think I ' m not inter- ested, but you know how it is. I must go now. Helen: (rising and walking towards right door with Ann) I’m sorry you have to leave so soon. I ' ll tell you — come over tomorrow morning, and I’ll tell you how my scheme worked. Ann: (laughing as she opened door) You just bet 1 will: Goodbye now, see you to- morrow. Helen: (with hand on door knob) Bye, Ann! (closes door) (Helen now walks back and puts the chairs in place. She then sighs very deeply and walks towards ironing board). Curtain to show lapse of time. Curtain goes up, and Helen in arranging dishes on table for breakfast. Jack cames in dressed in bath robe and slippers and yawning. Helen: (moodily) Good morning. What do you want for breakfast? Jack: (cheerily) Why, good morning, dear! Don’t get me much to eat. I don ' t feel hungry. A cup of coffee will be plenty. Helen: Why, Jack, are you ill? You al- ways eat a big breakfast. Jack: (surprised) 111? I never felt better in my life. Helen: (sulkily) I suppose you had a wonderful time at the ball last night, and that is what makes you so happy. Jack: (remembering but without much enthusiasm) Oh, yes! I did have a good time. Helen: (walking up to him menacingly) Well, I’m not going to keep still one minute longer, Jack Foster, I was that girl. Jack: (catching her by the hands) Why, Helen, have you gone completely nuts ? What girl? Helen: (still menacingly) Don’t you try to pull that gag on me! You know very well what girl I’m talking about, (looking as if she would cry any minute). Jack: (taking her by the hand and trying to lead her to a chair) Come now, dear, sit down. And tell me all about this girl, (soothingly).

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10 THE ECHO decided if they bought one, I could ask you to keep on waiting, but they didn ' t. Nobody does. Nobody will. So I’m saying goodbye to you, my dearest. Goodbye for good.” He had the letter sealed and ready on the desk when the Coles checked out in the morning. There was still a chance. Just before they left, Mr. Cole might turn back. “Well, goodbye,” Mr. Cole said. “Good luck with your painting.” “Thank you,” he said, keeping his voice carefully free from the dull despair which he felt. “I wonder if you’d be good enough to drop this letter in a mail box at Santa Jf e? Air mail is quicker from there.” “Certainly. Glad to,” said Mr. Cole. It wasn’t till they were at home in Bathe, a week later, that Mrs. Cole came upon the letter in Mr. Cole’s pocket. “Oh! John,” she said, “you forgot to mail that nice young fellow’s letter, and he wanted it to go so quickly.” “Gosh,” said Mr. Cole. “Isn’t that like me ? What’ll I do ? Maybe he wouldn’t want it mailed now. I’ll tell you, supposing I was to send it back, and what do you say I get him to ship along that picture, the Red Desert one? That would kind of make it up to him, and anyway I like that thing. It would be a kind of nice souvenir of our trip.” MOUNTAIN BABY’S SONG Hark! f rom afar comes the sound of sweet bells Which echoes through mountains and dells. It ' s the signal of sheep coming home. Look! They move like the white ocean foam. The white of their furs as small clouds The side of mountain enshrouds. Hark! The soft bleat of the ewes you can hear As the quick-moving keen mountaineer Tries to keep them from going astray. Look! Baby dear, from the group one’s away. The shepherd can’t see the wee lamb, For he’s hid ’hind a fleecy white ram. Hark! In a distance a horn has been blown. The watcher is making it known That one has escaped from the drove. Look! The lamb will never more rove. You may sleep on my breast, baby dear, Till your Daddy will come to us here. L. Soderblom, ’34. Bob Colburn: You look sweet enough to eat. Gerry: I do eat. Where shall we go? GOD’S GIFT OF MOTHER God ga e us the flowers and trees. God sent us the gay birds and bees. He gave us life and hope and love And sent the grand free skies above. He sent music and beauty rare. He gave us the power to care And glorious nature so free And even the wonderful sea. For God’s gifts are very dear And come with a smile and a tear, And they like cheery raindrops fall. First comes the rarest gift of all — The jewel of gifts, Mother. She’s more wonderful and sweeter Than all the gay birds and bees, Nobler than the flowers and trees. Mother has that beauty so rare. Mother has the power to care. And in my mother’s eyes you can see Why she is all my world to me. Edith M. Flanagan. I often wonder where the clouds go, The clouds that go drifting by Like little wooly snow-white lambs, Pushing across the sky. They heap like beautiful snow drifts And dazzle in the sun, Their glamour is never fading, Their work is never done. The pale blue of their background, Their valleys and their hills, Their softness and their whiteness, They’re one of nature’s thrills. M. Davison, ’34. I’ve read the books of Shakespeare In verse, in rhyme, in prose. I’ve also read some fairytales. They’re silly, I suppose. But if someone should request of me Of these two to take my pick, I think I’d take the fairytales, ’Cause Shakespeare makes me sick! How anyone like him Could ever climb to such great fame Is a problem, the solution of which I find I cannot name. So let us stick to fairytales — The kind we love to read, And all fall back on Shakespeare In our direst time for need. Anna Benvie. Mrs. Mullin: Did you give the penny to the monkey? G. Mullin: Yes, Mother. Mrs. Mullin: What did the monkey do with it? G. Mullin: He gave it to his father who played the organ.

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12 THE ECHO Helen: ( wrenching away and becoming very angry anu stuoDorn; i won t sit down, bit ciown witn you alter last nignt? loa Lnougnt i was sitting home while you were at tne oan having a gay old time, hut i cer- taimy put one Over on you. jacK: (a nttie bewildered) A gay old time . ' li you call playing earns a gay om time; tnen tnat is just wnat i had. ileien: (agnast; r laying cards? vhy 1 thought you were going to tne ball (tninK- mg ciasps hanu over moutn in terror; Then — last night ? jack: les, you see, the Indian suit didn’t fit me, and i lent it to a ineno — and — (Helen lainis) Why, Helen, is something wrong ? ileien — Helen — (fans her) CURTAIN ASSEMBLIES What did you think of the assembly? Tretty good: xtotten! Swell! runk! Peacny: All tnese descriptions can be heard as com- ments on the assemblies. But on the whole the assemblies are very good; they have educational and entertaining qualities en- twined between the stuttenng, absent-mmu- edness, deadness, and liveliness oi tne lec- tures, plays, and speeches. The assemblies may be divided into groups, the original with varied talent such as dancing, singing, and stunting; however, the Sophs seem to have a monopoly with two-thirds of the orchestra and Ouida Holmes as a dancer; the other group con- sists of speakers, lecturers, and profes- sional entertainers, such as magicians, players, and glass blowers. The movies, which form the third group, are always shown and censored by Mr. Hodge and his science class. (Mr. Hodge couldn t you give us a change of diet with a Micky Mouse or a Charlies Chaplin picture? I believe the motto “See America First” would be good to follow in selecting the lectures and pictures for assemblies. It is interesting to know the customs of foreign countries and to see views of their lands, but there must be places in the United States equally, if not more, interesting, such as the National Parks, forests, Boulder Dam, Panama Canal, and the homes of the cliff dwelling Indians. Almost all of the lectures and pictures have been on the natural life and views of Canada, furnished by the Canadian National Railways; all are very interesting, but let’s see more of America. This year’s assemblies have been pre- sented by the rooms instead of classes; in this way many more students help in the programs; this is a good idea, for it makes and finds talent. Our school has almost every talent; how- ever, the only soloist, or perhaps the only daring one, is George Porter (the helpful P. G.) who also is the acknowledged cheer and song leader. The teachers often can be seen enjoying the scene of the flustrated student in an as- sembly. Why not let them take part in one ? Certainly we would enjoy a tap or ballet dance, a recitation of “Mary had a Lamb,” and a skit with the teachers as the actors. Robert Stanley. THE FOOL MEETS HIS WATERLOO A fool there was and he went to school, (Even as you and I) And he took physics, did that poor fool; (We told him ’twas hard as the kick of a mule) But he wouldn’t be governed by wit or by rule (Even as you ai. . I) Oh, the terrible breaks and the awful mis- takes And the toil of our heart and hand Were part of a subject we did not pass, (And now we know that we could not pass) And we did not understand. A fool there was, and he studied not (Even as you and I) And a zero in physics was all that he got; (He knew that to study was one thing he ought) But the simpleton thought that he wouldn’t get caught (Even as You and I). A fool there was, and he flunked, alar, (F n as you ar»d I) For he was so dumb that he could not pass, (But the same fate as his was the fate of the class) And now he realizes he never could pass, (Even as You and I). And it wasn’t the flunk, and it wasn’t the bunk That stings like a white-hot brand; It’s coming to know that he could not pass (Finding at last that he never could under- stand). J. Lewis, ’34. B. Colburn (to Amy in disgust) : B-O-O-B, that’s funny; this guy spelled my name with two O’s. THE EARLY BIRD Today I saw an early bird Who’d come to meet the Spring And when I asked him how he felt And why he didn’t sing, He shook his head and then his tail And hid his face from view, An sniffed a bit, then said to me, “To you! To you! To you! “I need a big hot water bottle, Some flannel round my throat, A nice warm pair of overshoes, A great big furry coat; A nair of mittens lined with fur. I need my mamma too. But most o f all I’d like the Spring And so, I think, would you. P. Stevens, ’34.