Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 17 JUNIOR CLASS Row 4: S. Pudsey, A. Goodnow, R. Weatherby, G. Jones, G. Williamson, H. Murdock, K. Kunan, P. Wiggins, L. McKinnon. Row 3: B. Sears, I. Cr persen, N. Poole, R. Walsh, A. George, M. O’Connor, R. Freethy, L. Mitchell, C. Miles, D. Crosby. Row 2; S. Helms, D. Da.y, W. Hamilton, A. Eager, A. Moran, R. Mitchell, E. Colburn. Row 1: R. Garabedian, 1 ' . Stanley, A. Clark, G. Mullin, W. Sands, M Smith, R. Moran, P. Fowler. JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS President — William Sands Treasurer — George Mullen Vice-president — Mary Smith Secretary — Rose Moran JUNIOR PROM The annual Junior Prom proved to be a colorful and most enjoy- able affair. The hall was attractively decorated in deep royal blue streamers and draperies. Twinkling stars of all sizes dangling from the lights formed a very pretty background. To the strains of music, varied to suit everybody, the young girls, dressed in beautiful evening dresses, and well-groomed gentlemen in dark suits danced in the midst of laughter and gayety. The main feature of the evening was an elimination dance which kept all in suspense about whether or not they would be the last couple on the floor. As the moments crept away nearing further and further to the hour of midnight, the crowd gradually disappeared until at the hour of twelve the hall was dark- ened, and all departed with only fond memories of the happy occasion remaining. Miss Damon, Miss Knutson, Miss West, Mr. Hodge and Mr. Naverouskis of the faculty were guests.

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16 THE ECHO MY WISH Give me my alloted day of life, My share of sorrow, and of strife. Give me my day of sad parting-s and g’rief. My friend’s doubting , and my own unbelief. Oh, yes, give me that unconsecrated day. And I’ll try to work and to be gay. But give me this before my spirit dies. For life is so short and life just flies. May I have one hour of perfect peace Before this frail life of mine shall cease — No worries nor frantic cares that rend — Just a book, a fireside, and a perfect friend. Give me a day with glad nature spread before me. The growing, living earth, the bright, clear sky, and the changeling sea. Then may I have one day of perfect love Unshadowed with pain and sanctified from above From dawn till the setting sun’s last ray. Then with that sunset will I be content and at peace And will lay me down for life’s surcease, And I will fall into a deep, undreaming sleep Entrusting myself forever to your keep. E. Flanagan, ’36. OH WHAT I MISS GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN I long for black velvet hills. Shafts of light on hidden rills. Oh, for the pulsing, beating sea. And dark tropic nights made for me — Oh, what I miss! Just to glimpse an aged pyramid. In old world markets but to bid. To ride and brave the desert sands, To venture through strange foreign lands — Oh, what I miss! The countries of the world to see, A famed explorer just to be, To dare go forth in mystery. To climb, to ride, to sail the sea — Oh, what I miss! Here must I stay at home and sigh While gazing at the cloudy sky. I must stay to watch fruit trees bloom And smell their fragrance in my room — Oh, what I miss! I must watch the spring come and go Till summer fades to autumn glow. I must tend to my late fall fires, Hear echoing bells from church spires — Oh, what I miss! I niust stay and watch drifting snow. Drifting down when I long to go. I must stay home to slide and skate And star gaze at night when it is late — Oh, what I miss! Edith Flanagan, ’36. I By the .window she sits with a smile Which is sad as can be all the while. For she takes it so hard ’Cause her whole life is marred By the death of her poor little “chile.” II The Mammy, she attempts to be brave So she prays to her God in a nave. Trusting manner of love That she might go above With her son who now lies in his grave. III Tunes escape from her mouth which sound dear — Colored folk-songs he once loved to hear. Oh, how sweet they did sound In the light that she found. When she sang them, he did seem so near. IV By the window she sits with a smile And is glad as can be all the while She is closer to God And nearer heaven’s sod For her name will soon be in His file. Ruth Pagels, ’36.

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18 THE ECHO FOREIGN WARS The whole world has been disturbed by wars and rumors of wars going on in foreign countries, especially by the war between Italy and Ethiopia, the rumors of war between France and Germany, and the rebellion in Japan. It seems that after the terrible destruction of life and property wrought by the World War, foreign countries should have learned the costly lesson of staying out of other peoples’ affairs. The United States, I believe, has already learned her lesson and will stay out of foreign entanglements in the future. Unfortunately, most of the other nations have still to learn their lessons, and learn it they undoubtedly will, but at what cost? They will pay for their victories with destruction of property and ruthless slaughter of human beings — and what will they gain? They will perhaps obtain more land or natural resources — but shouldn’t they first think of the loss of thousands of their countrymen and the loss of millions of dollars before they endeavor to gain further power? The Italian-Ethiopian situation is perhaps the worst one in Europe. Italy, deciding that she ought to have more land and natural resources, began to invade Ethiopia under the pretext of civilizing the natives of that country. When Italy first entered the war, people everywhere said that deadly diseases and continual rains would soon force Italy to give up her invasion, but up to the present time she has managed to withstand the natural forces very well. Of course she has been hindered by the embargoes placed upon her by some of the foreign countries; however, she hasn’t experienced any real difficulty in obtaining the necessary supplies. England has been loudly pro- testing the invasion of Ethiopia. But is it right that she should do this? .England, herself, might recall how she came to obtain many of her possessions. Canada was seized from the French, and many of her African possessions were wrested from the Boers and the other natives. Now when Italy decides to get some land, England protests, calling it a selfish and barbarious invasion. England should keep in mind the fact that she herself obtained her possessions in much the same way. One thing which has caused a great deal of comment, especially in the United States and in England, is the bombing of foreign hospitals in Ethiopia by Italian planes. If Italy must bomb buildings, the best policy would be to spare the hospitals. Such de- struction can only be classed with cold-blooded murder. Surely she has nothing to gain by such destruction and to continue it would only inflame oth r countries. The guerrilla warfare, rough country, dis- eases, rains, and poor roads have greatly hindered the Italian advance. The huge tanks, unwieldly cannon, and the motor trucks of the Italian army are of little use because of the very muddy condition of the roads. The Italian conquest in Ethiopia will come, but it will take months and perhaps years to subdue every tribe of Ethiopians. Mussolini has called for gold with which he can carry on war in Africa, and the people have eagerly donated it. But w hen this war is over, in what financial condition will Italy be ? The poverty in Europe after the World War is a threatening example. What good will more