Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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28 THE ECHO THE YEAR ROUND When winter comes with all its cold, Of its biting winds we need not be told. The skies each day are gray and bleary; We poke our fires to make them cheery. Soon comes spring with its soft delight. Warm breezes blow with all their might, Flowers bloom; the grass gets green, In the sky is a golden sheen. Long hot days and cool short nights Make the summer spirit right. The twitter of birds up in the trees Mix with the humming of honey bees. When nimble Jack Frost treads o’er the ground We know that autumn has come around. The trees look gray, forlorn, and bare. With faded leaves sprinkled here and there. Oh ! It’s great to be well and alive To watch the years roll swiftly by And nature as she tenderly dresses Each new year with her sweet caresses. E. Vascovitch, ’39. HALLOWE’EN NIGHT Oh, many’s the time on Hallowe’en night You’d see something awful, a terrible sight. And you’d race up the street with all of your might. With knees all a-shaking, firsts doubled for fight, ’N say, “Indoors for me, next Hallowe’en night.” But when Hallowe’en again rolls aroun’. You’ll be all rigged up to mimic a clown. Then you’ll hear something funny, a very strange sound. And your heart will start to race, skip, and pound As you run up the street with all of your might, ’N say, “Indoors for me, next Hallowe’en night.” Marjorie M. Kohl, ’39. THE COWBOYS OUT WEST I know a place that is ’way out west Where the cowboys and horses have little rest. They work very hard and seldom do wrong. They’re always joking or singing a song. They break wild horses and brand all the steers. And they greet each other with lusty cheers — Then back to the bunk-house to take a rest. And they’re sure there’s no place so good as the West. F. Packard, ’39.

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THE ECHO 27 FIRST ATTEMPT TO RIDE A HORSE How big that horse is! How will I ever get on him? Do you suppose I can stay on after I get there? What if he runs away with me? All these thoughts raced through my mind as I approached the horse. At last with the help of two men I found myself astride a huge horse whose width was greater than anything I ever dreamed of. I then started down over the hills very peacefully feeling a little bit superior to my fellowmen going down over the hill, admiring the beautiful sky, trees, and green meadows. Turning around to come home, to my great horror a herd of cattle was between me and home. I decided to go back, hoping the cows would go home in the meantime. After a number of times going back and forth, I decided to brave the cows. With fear and trembling I headed the horse toward the cows. They looked gentle enough until one lowered her horns and started for the horse. The horse bolted. My feet came out of the stirrups, flew up in the air. I threw both arms around the horse’s neck, and we raced for the barn. I was calling “Whoa 1 Whoa 1” in a very shaky voice. When we arrived at the barn, the horse stopped as if nothing had happened. After I slid off with trembling legs, I went into the house, doubting if my horse-back ride was much of a success. Barbara Boardman, ’39 MY DAY WITH JACK AND JAN “You won’t mind staying. Will you, Jean?” asked mother. Although secretly longing to tell her I most certainly would, I answered, “Of course not. I’ll have a fine time with Jacqueline and Johanne to amuse me.” Thus I settled myself for a day of abject misery. “Keep them in the kitchen, see that they don’t fall, and don’t let them cry!” Such orders! As soon as they left. Jack put herself in a position of dire peril near my rockers. I no sooner moved her than Jan was at the dining room door. On bringing back Jan, I settled myself to try to read, but there they were standing, holding my chair. With a longing glance at the stolen chair, I settled down between them to keep them from falling. Immediately Jan fastened both hands in my hair and sought to very earnestly remove it by the roots, while Jack found my features most interesting. When I finally made them desist, they cried for their lost plaything. I tried to amuse them with their toys and was rewarded with a quarter of an hour’s unceasing howling. Finally, I picked them up, and with one on each knee, rocked them ’till mama and grandmama came home. Jean Gagnon, ’39. NATURE’S ABILITIES Howling winds, groaning trees; Dancing snowflakes, whistling breeze; Beautiful sight on gray, fading trees — Some of nature’s abilities. B. Boardman, ’39.

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THE ECHO 29 rliool Nntpa THE ECHO STAFF Row 3: G. Jones, F. Bisbee, A. George, A. Clooney, Miss Megley, adviser, R. Martin, G. Collins, H. Murdock, G. Gagnon. Row 2 : M. Iveson, I. George, N. Pierson, A. Dickerman, M. Smith, M. Churchill, L. Kenstowicz, A. Minkowski, A. Franklin. Row 1 : E. Seaverns, B. Sands, R. Kearns, P. Wiggins, L. McKinnon, R. Kierstead. OCTOBER LEAGUE MEETING The first meeting of the Southeastern Massachusetts League of School Publications was held on October 23, 1935, at Braintree High School in Braintree. From 4.15 to 4.30 registration took place in the front corridor of the high school. A general meeting was held in the auditorium from. 4.30 to 4.45 where the Vice-president of the League, Lunsen Sturgess, introduced Mr. James L. Jordan, Principal of the Braintree High School, who in turn welcomed us. The Departmental Meetings were held from 4.45 to 5.45. The following delegates went to the various departments : Advisory Board : Miss Megley, Esther Seaverns; Editors: Paul Wiggins, Lucy Kensto- wicz- Ada Clooney, Anna George ; Art : Ruth Kierstead, Geraldine Collins, and Annie Minkouski; Business Managers: Roland Kearns, William Sands, and Irene George; Exchange: Mabel Iveson, Marion