Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 7 FREDERICA C. ROLLINGS (Freddie) “Fills the air around with laughter.” Hobby : Sitting in the yard. Activities : Pro Merito ; Glee Club 1 ; Commercial Club 3, 4 ; Office 4 ; Athletic Drama 4. PHOEBE D. E. SHEA (Febe) “Where did you get your eyes so brown ?” Hobby: Johnnie. Activities : Glee Club 2 ; Commercial Club 3, 4 ; Lunch Room 4 ; Basketball 3, 4 ; Athletic Drama 4 ; Office 4. JOHN HENRY SMITH (Smuck) “My Heart is fixed.” Hobby : Milking cows. Activities : Baseball 3, 4 ; Basketball 3, 4 ; Captain 4 ; Glee Club 1 ; Class Officer 1 ; Commercial Club 3, 4. MELBOURNE L. SMITH (Mud) “Facts are stubborn things.” Hobby : Bragging. Activities : Glee Club 1, 2 , 3 ; Sophomore Drama ; Senior Drama. RUTH ELIZABETH SMITH (Rufee) “Quiet and Demure was she.” Hobby : Dancing. Activities : Class Officer 2, 3, 4 ; Lunch Room 3, 4 ; Com- mercial Club 3, 4 ; Office 4 ; Glee Club 1, 2. 3 ; Ath- letic Drama 4 ; Basketball 2, 3 : Echo 4. LILIA M. K. SODERBLOM (Lill) “Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.” Hobby : Administering. Activities : Pro Merito ; Bas- ketball 3, 4 : Athletic Drama 2 ; Senior Drama ; Librarian 1, 2 ; Echo 4 ; Reporter 4 ; Commercial Club 4. FRANCES E. SOROCCO “Modesty is a virtue.” Hobby : Music. Activities : Pro Merito ; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Office 4 ; Com- mercial Club 3, 4 ; Echo 2. ROBERT KING STANLEY (Stan) “The mildest manners, and the gentliest heart.” Hobby : Stamps. Activities : Pro Merito ; Echo 3, 4 ; Senior Drama ; Presi- dent 3. C. PHYLLIS STEVENS (Phyl) “Virtue is like a rich stone — best plain set.” Hobby : Riding. Activities: Glee Club 1. KATHLEEN M. WALSH (Kay) “There’s nane again sae bonie.” Hobby: Sports. Activities : Glee Club 1 ; Bas- ketball 2, 3, 4 ; Tumbling 2 ; Archery 3, 4 ; Com- mercial Club 3, 4 ; Lunch Room 1, 4 ; Office 4 ; Ath- letic Drama 4 ; Echo 3, 4 ; Track 1. WILLIAM G. WHITE (Bill) “I would look up — and laugh — and love — and lift.” Hobby : Weymouth Street. Activities : Glee Club 1 ; Commercial Club 3, 4 ; Basketball 4 ; Baseball 4.

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6 TH ' E ECHO FLORENCE E. MITCHELL (Fonnie) (Flonnie) “I’ll be faithful.” Hobby: The Flash. Activities : Pro Merito ; Glee Club 1 : Echo 4 ; Basket- ball 2, 3, 4; Captain 4; Apparatus 3, 4 ; Archery 3, 4 ; Track 1 ; Librarian 4. JOSEPH THOMAS MORAN (Butch) “The glory of a firm capacious mind.” Hobby : Cutting meat. Activities : Glee Club 1, 2, 4 ; Commercial Club 3, 4; Baseball 4 ; Class Presi- dent 4. RITA MARY MORAN (Reet) “You ought to be in pictures.” Hobby : Frankie. Activities : Pro Merito ; Glee Club 1, 2, 3 ; Commercial Club 3. 4 ; Echo 3. 4 : Ath- letic Dramas 2, 4 ; Senior Drama : Librarian 1 ; Lunch Room 3, 4 ; Archery 4 ; Office 4 ; Secretary 2, 3, 4. JOSEPH E. R. MOSSESSO (Patsy) “Music hath charms.” Hobby : Singing. Activities : Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Commercial Club 3, 4. CARLETON J. MULLEN (Dwed) “When the organ plays at twilight.” Hobby : Music. Activities : Glee Club 1, 2. JOHN FRANCIS MULLIN (Mooney) “Save the last waltz for me.” Hobby : Girls. Activities : Commercial Club 3, 4: Rifle Club 3; Base- ball 3. 4. WARREN K. PIERSON “A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.” WILBERT EATON PITTS (Pittsie) “A bold, bad man.” Hobby : Smoking a pipe. Activities: Glee Club 1; Echo 3 : Commercial Club 3, 4 ; Basketball Manager 4 ; Senior Drama. VIRGINIA OLIVE POOLE (Jin) “The face doth hide what the heart doth know.” Hobby : Riding. Activities : Pro Merito ; Glee Club 1 ; Librarian 4 ; Echo 4 ; Reporter 4. KATHRYN B. PORTER (Porter) “Better later than never.” Hobby : Sports. Activities : Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 ; Basketball 2, 3, 4 : Captain 4 ; Tumbling 3, 4 ; Archery 3, 4. MARGUERITE S. RAYNER (Peg) “Makes man a slave ; takes half his worth away.” Hobby : Dancing. Activities: Glee Club 1, 2; Commercial Club 3, 4 ; Li- brarian 3 ; Vice-President 3 ; Athletic Drama 4. FREDERICK W. ROBERTS (Demon) “Home, Sweet Home.” Hobby: Sailing. Activities : Commercial Club 3, 4.

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8 THE ECHO DEDICATED TO THE SENIORS Seniors, forty-eight in number, the Echo staff feels proud to dedicate this June issue to you. This issue, in our estimation, is worthwhile, and we feel that dedicating it to you will only add to its value. For four years you have worked and played whole- heartedly and sincerely, and now you are leaving dear old Sumner. You are about to start on various pathways of life, but al- ways in the background there will be a little corner reserved for your friendship and associations in Sumner. Hence it is with great pleasure that the Echo wishes you happiness in your future life and sends you forth with the best of wishes for all kinds of success. MOTHER S MINCE PIES “Willy,” ordered Mr. Brown sternly, “let that pie alone.” Mrs. Brown put in meekly, “Now, Paw, you know he’s so fond of mince pie, and since it is Thanksgiving Day, you ought — .” Mr. Brown, subsiding, but sending a meaning glance in Willy’s direction, “All right, Maw, but if he dares to take another — why, heaven protect us, the boy’s already eaten four pieces! It will be we that’ll be sending for the doctor in the middle of the night. You know that. Willy during this tiff between his rather elderly father and mother had chosen the largest piece of pie and started in on it with a gusto unimpaired by the before men- tioned four pieces of pie and a huge turkey dinner. One thing that might be said for the Brown family was that at least they ate well. But that night Willy fought his battle alone and not aided by any medical assist- ance as his father had direly predicted. Time turned its pages swiftly backward until he, Willy, emerged as a knight clad in a shining suit of armour. A diamond and ruby studded crown flashed on his manly brow, shedding an eerie light upon his pale face — a face with the lips com- pressed in a straight line, with the eyes icy and determined, and with the nostrils pinched in cold passion. For he, little Willy, having become King James in the twinkling of an eye and in the eating of five pieces of pie, was defending himself without the help of a single cowardly henchman or vassal from the storm of spears, stones, and war hatchets hurled at him by the redoubtable Scotch warriors. The air was continually rent by the heart- breaking groans of the dying or wounded men about him and by the war cries of the struggling, straining combatants. The battle wore on. King James, nee Willy, the glowing hero of the day, kept back the rushing hordes at the point of a tiny pistol loaded with Fourth of July caps. Just as the blood red sun was slowly sink- ing behind the snow-capped, purple tinged mountains, King James suddenly discovered an iron staircase behind him which seemed to have appeared out of the empty air. His wounds pained him; one particularly bad was a long deep gash on his forehead which was beginning to make his temple throb and ache. The mob closed in on him for a final attack, for they knew that he alone could not hold out against them much longer. Realizing this, King James with a cruel, sneering glance of hatred at his former subjects leaped up the beautifully wrought stairway which, after his brief ascent with the yelling Scotch at his heels, he found led surprisingly enough to the attic of his own home. All the ancient bat- tered furniture that had been discarded by the royal family of the Browns had been put there. The king reached the last step but despaired of further safety, for now he was completely trapped. Instantly a simple plan came to his mind — he would throw this furniture down on their heads! Crash! There went the old sewing ma- chine that he used to play with such a long, long time ago when he was just a tiny little boy. Groans and a deep roar of anger proved to him that his aim had been true. With glee he hurriedly seized the reed rock- ing chair that his granny used to occupy and knit stocking for him in. Without waiting to see the effect of his work, he grabbed and threw a baby’s bassinet, a tip- top table, and an ancient mattress in quick succession down the stairway. The few warriors left below now, recognizing their hopelessness against such a demon, sent up a wail of surrender to their dauntless king as he sent a once-treasured tricycle whang- ing down upon them. Falling weakly on their knees, having cast away their swords and pikes as far as they possibly could, they entreated their beloved ruler to have pity on them, for they had been led astray by —continued on page 22