Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 13 Rose Garabedian and Ingrid Caspersen are now proprietors of the largest and most modern turkey farm in the East. They have branches all over the country. They owe their success to self-management. From a far-off Utopia in the South Seas I see an old friend, Seth Pudsey, sitting on a throne surrounded by native blacks He is now the Mussolini of the South Seas. A short distance away we find Richard Kunan. Kunie has just nego- tiated a treaty greatly beneficial to the United States, with China. No doubt you all have heard of Lady Esther cosmetics, but have you heard of McKinnon Limited, makers of fine cosmetics. Leo has made a kissproof lip- stick. No more lipstick smooches on “Mac.” Rhoda Freethy is now in Rome studying art. Rhoda has won several scholarships at the Brookville Art Museum, gnd her work is known far and wide. Charlotte Brooks has replaced The Voice of Experience and her advice is heard by millions. Speaking of radio, have you heard about Dan Daly? Dan is a sensation in New York. He is billed as “The Minstrel Man.” By the way, Dan just signed a movie contract for Morse and Leonard Productions. The crystal is clouding. While waiting for it to clear let us think of some current news. I see by the papers that Williard Hamilton and his band are opening at the Sumner Grille next week. Get your tickets early as Ham is on demand. Only $1000 a night. Incidentally Ham is featured as “The Hottest Trumpet Player This Side of Albuquerque.” Well, the crystal is clearing again, and now for some more highlights. Speaking of highlights, let’s look at the footlights. I see a swanky night club and hear a sweet song. Why, it is Norma Poole, Sumner’s Songbird. A familiar giggle breaks through the air and I know you all recognize it. It is the present “Belle of Holbrook,” Barbara Sears. In the crystal that giggle came from that bench. Why, with Barbara is our old friend, Colonel Kelly. On a bench near a man is lying down. It is Art Moran sleeping. Art is helping to build a bridge across Robin Lot, and Art spends his noon hour sleeping. Louise Carter, Sumner’s Water Nymph, is operating a troupe of swimmers. Louise has won all kinds of titles. At present she is filling an engagement at Robin Lot. When it is time to eat, remember the M W Restaurants. That chain of eating places is now operated by Leona Mitchell and Buzzie Williamson. They have built up a great business. Mary Smith is now principal at the State Teach- ers College, and holds a prominent position on the State Board of Education. Raymond Weatherby got his big break while working on the Queen Mary. A movie scout saw Digger and knew talent when he saw it. So now the theaters are crowded with women to see the mew matinee idol. Speaking of the movies, I see Bill Sands is being offered all sorts of contracts but he rejects them. Bill has his own band and is the toast of Broadway. A quiet evening at home with Marylin is Bill’s secret. George Mullin is now an efficiency expert and spends his time with the Eager Grocery Co. George now lives in Brookville, in a house designed by Mr. Hodge. By the way, Arnold Eager, owner of the Eager Grocery Co., is a real sportsman and owns controlling interest in the Holbrook Red Sox. Arnold, by the way, is married to Louise Carter, the Water Nymph.

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12 THE ECHO Class poet Cutest Outdoor boy Has most class spirit Biggest fusser Most versatile Class reporter Best natured All around girl One who tries to be comical Class historian One who loves himself Most likely to suceed Mary Smith Rose Moran Gordon Williamson Anna George Rita Walsh Charlotte Brooks Mary O’Connor Leona Mitchell Audrey Clark Ernest Groves Raymond Weatherby Class of 1937 I am Considering our golden opportunities, our success is quite assured and each one bids fair to carve for himself a splendid future. And when our history has become a milestone in the history of Sumner High School, may this class be remembered as one of the best. Also may the classes of the future follow our example and leave behind as good a record. So do not let us forget this, the most illustrious class in the history of the school. Its record as a bright and studious class should be something for all classes to strive for. This class of 1937 will surely go down on record as the best in the history of the school. CL ASS PROPHECY The class of 1937 is drawing to a close after four glorious years of high school life, entering into the wide world to seek our fortunes. I shall endeavor to tell you how many of us will rise to great heights. In preparing this prophecy it was necessary to visit a crystal gazer to help me forecast the future of our illustrious class. I have just finished gazing into the crystal ball, and as I saw these things, I put them down on paper. The seance begins. The year 1957. From Hollywood we see that Eddie Colburn, our class sleepyhead, is in the movies. Steppin Fetchit died and a successor was needed so Eddie stepped in. Blacked up and in a sleepy mood, Eddie is a ringer for the lazy Negro. We all are glad to hear that Ernie Groves has made a name for himself. He is now a prominent doctor. However, Anna George deserves a great deal of credit, for she is Ernie’s nurse. Ernie and Anna traveled the bumpy road and succeeded, so they are worthy of much credit. On the circus grounds of a large city and hearing a southern drawl, I notice a distinctive-looking chap. He is dressed in a gaudy suit, has diamonds on every finger, and smokes a big black cigar. Why, it is Dick Kelly, “The Kentucky Colonel,” presenting his wonder show. Right now he is presenting “The World’s Greatest Phenomenon” George Jones and his famous “Wonder Dog” Skippy.

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14 THE ECHO Russell Salter is the editor and publisher of the Brookville Sun. The paper has a circulation of 20,000. Russ now resides in Randolph. On street cars and posts everywhere we see signs advertising “Liver Pills.” On these posters are pictures of Art Goodnow. Remember Art’s work on the parallel bar? Wel l, Art owes his success to Liver Pills. In the crystal there appears an orphanage. There is Pearl Fowler in the yard surrounded by children. Pearl is now doing missionary work. Charlotte Miles is the proprietor of a dancing school. She is a huge suc- cess. Next week Charlotte is going to Paris to dance for the nobility. After that it is Hollywood for Charlotte. Priscilla Stanley, our lunchroom manager, now writes for a homemaking magazine. Her newly perfected recipes are swell. The other day I was in Brookville and met an old pal. Bob Mitchell. Bob now owns the Hanson store. He lives in Brookville with Agnes, and his curly haired daughter. Rosie Moran now lives in New York and she writes a column feature for the New York Times. Incidentally, her novels are all big sellers. Hilton Murdock graduated from Technology and now earns his living by designing cars. And what cars they are. They are O’Connor Ambassadors. Mary O’Connor who drove her car in high school is the owner of the business, and Rollo owes a great deal to Mary for her encouragement. A certain belle on Park Avenue drives one of these cars when she is not leading Russian wolfhounds around. She is our class aristocrat. Dot Crosby. Rita Walsh runs a physical culture school in Holbrook. Rita is also ath- letic director at Sumner, and is turning out winning teams at our old Alma Mater. Paul Wiggins is a script writer for several commercial radio programs. Audrey Clark married Paul, and Audrey is a writer also. So we can all look forward to big things from Paul and Audrey. Well, the crystal has faded away into mist, but we have talked over all our old classmates. Dentist: Excuse me a moment, please. Pearl: Where are you going? Dentist: Before beginning work on you I must have my drill. Pearl: Great Scott, man, can’t you fill a tooth without a rehearsal? Ingrid: Is bridge a matter of luck, or does science enter into it? Rl oda: It’s science if you win; luck if you lose. Paul: Give me some of that prepared monaceticactdester of salicylic acid. Mr. Hodge: Do you mean aspirin? Paul: That’s right! I can never think of that name. Rhoda has just purchased a postage stamp at a sub-station. “Must I stick it on myself?” she asked. “Positively not, madam,” replied the postal clerk. “It will accomplish more if you stick it on the enevelope.”