Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 17 Louis, I think you need a friend More’n anything else than I can send. To keep you out of all this fuss, Take this ball. It’s from all of us. To Beezer, who will make a fuss. We’ll give this little jitney bus. Now he can ride about the town And flats will never make him frown. To Frances Lyons we give this paint For her to make some picture quaint. As an artist we know she’ll succeed And in all contests she’ll have the lead. A racer, MacQuarrie, is for you. We’re sure your car will never do. For the speed you’d like to go Even when the cops say “No.” To James we give this baseball bat. And if by chance he should get fat, ’Twill remind him of many a happy day When for dear old Sumner he did play. We give this pillow to Martha Morse So when she goes to ride that horse. It should ease her every pain When she returns to her home again. For Viola here’s a musical top So she can do the Cherry Hop. When she is staying home at night We hope ’twill bring her great delight. To Bob Mullen we give this hat, For it might have been the sun at that, But on the field he sure did look As if on baseball he could write a book. Oh, Arthur, do you want a horse To take a ride with Martha Morse? We’re sure she will appreciate A slow and gentle little gait. To Eleanor we give this telephone. If homesickness gets in your bones Way up north in foreign lands. It p’raps will tie some friendship bands. Dot’s the smallest in the class She’s a tiny little lass. So we give her this high heel ’Cause much bigger ’twill make her feel. Bob had a fire away up in Maine. Since he came back, he isn’t the same. To prevent a recurrence and save on in- surance. This engine will make a fire tame. To Millie we give this little doll Because she is so cute and small. When she is far, so far away. She can remember this happy day. To Elinor Thomas we give this doll. So she can think of Frank Devol, Or maybe we should give a car. Because, you know, Bassett’s is far. To Dot Tibbetts we give this car So in it she may travel far. And if she should run out of gas. She sure will be a sorry lass. To Townsend we give this mirror To reflect and to show much clearer His basketball and football feats In which he has gained many repeats. Here we have a Romeo. Up to Pine Street Herb will go It must be hard upon his soles. Maybe these will hide the holes. Dot, you took an awful chance When you talked about a dance That you said you’d like to do; So here’s a fan that’s all for you. To Elinor Welsford who is so dainty We give to her this pocket hankie. For when the winter’s harsh and bold, She’ll need this hankie for her cold. Wiggins is our politician. At least we know that’s his ambition. And lest his career should prove a fizzle To Chet we gladly give this chisel. Williams gets this razor blade. Which we hope he will never trade. He comes to school with cuts on his face, And one would think he was in a race. To Esther we give this little book In it she’ll learn just how to cook. For if the biscuits she makes hard. Tucker may excuse her of leaving out lard. To Bill we give this hook and line So he may idle away his time Beside some cool and shady brook And hope a speckled trout to hook. Rena knows no words like fear. So can she guess what we have here. A little mousey, shy and gray. But will it frighten her away?

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16 THE ECHO CLASS GIFTS By Elinor Welsford and Louis Leonard Albonetty’s our ping-pong player, Tis said his game is better than fair, To Vic we give this ping-pong ball To help him beat his sister “Paul.” To Roger Baker we give this love Which we hope he will always love. And yes, we sure do hope someday He’ll be able to catch like Ken O’Day. To Eddie Bestoso we give this cow, A thoroughbred Jersey, and she’s a wow. Milk, it gives five quarts a day If she is fed on the best of hay. To Hazel Buckley we give this ring And to her, luck, we know it’ll bring. Then when on her finger a green one ap- pears. We hope that her love will banish her fe rs. Maggie wears lipstick all the time— Makes her lips in a very red line. It would be tragic if she ran short — So we give her some more so that she will not. To Russell Gann we give this rope. To keep his feet in place, we hope. For Russell we know has quite a style Of trucking dowm the school room aisle. A megaphone is in store now For “Chib” who speaks so very low He talks a lot, but you cannot hear Unless you’re standing very near. To Marilynn Chase we give this gun. And hope with it she’ll have some fun An d when the boy friends start to chatter. She’ll use this gun to make them scatter. Phyllis has an awful time To keep her curls all in a line. ’Cause we would like to help her out. This curler shouldn’t make her pout. $ To Allan we give this old alarm clock And hope he’ll like the familiar tick tock. Although it is on the shelf by the door. It’ll stop all his slumber and even his snore. To Miss Harty we give this toy. You may plainly see it’s a little boy. We hope it will please her on many a walk For when she’s lonesome, to him she may talk. To Ruthie who can be so true To nine boys at a time, e leave this ring with stones so blue And hope it fits her fine. To Cole we give this new black comb To use upon his little dome. No matter where he may go He can keep his hair just so. To Edith Day we give this dish. Then in it she may put some fish. And when she’s old and bent and gray. She’ll remember this gift to her dying day. From his window every night Harold Eldridge takes delight In singing songs to passersby So these new songs he ought to try. Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Is Alice fairest of them all? Ask her Bill. Can’t you guess That his answer will be yes? Gagnon is our president. On college his ideals are bent. And so to cheer him on his way, TV e give to him a banner gay. We don’t know whether you’re in need. But of this file you should take heed. And file your nails a half an inch; Then typing will be to you a cinch. Music, music everN where, With music now you can’t go wrong. Of Virginia’s art we’re all aware. So we give to her this pretty song. To Jimmie Higgins we give this pole So he can go fishing in a hole. And later on, he can tell of the day That the great big, big one got away. To Jervey who is smart and bright A scholarship we leave. And though ten cents is not so much It leaves us quite bereaved. Marion, here is a vicious little dog. Which will set Luke all agog. It will keep him from your door So he can bother you no more. Myrtle, it took us ages long To think up a rhyme for you. We finally decided on a song About your eyes of blue.

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18 THE ECHO CLASS WILL By Martha Morse We the members of the Senior Class of 1938 of Sumner High School, Town of Holbrook, Massachusetts, being uncertain as to the frail life that we are liv- ing do, therefore make, ordain, publish, and declare this to he our last will and testament. Item 1. — To all the teachers the Senior Class leaves fond memories of the most illustrious class that ever was graduated from Sumner in hopes that they will cherish them forever. Item 2. — We the Seniors leave the watching of the clocks from 8:15 a.m. until 1:45 p.m. to the Juniors, and we know that if they are watched as well as we have watched them, they will never be lost. Item 3. — Russel Cann leaves his ability to dance the Shag and other new steps to John Card. Item 4. — Bob Mullen leaves many fond memories of corridor talks at recess to Ruth Leonard. Item 5. Chester Wiggins leaves to Bunny Ford all papers, pencils, books, and desks which already bear her name in every conceivable place. Item 6. — George Gagnon leaves many fond memories of orchestra rehearsals and his ability to play the baritone horn to Richard Walsh. Item 7. — Myrtle Churchill leaves her giggle to Beatrice Iverson. (We won- der if she needs it. ) Item 8. — We the Seniors bequeath to the Juniors Mr. Hodge during sixth and seventh periods in room 8 in hopes that they will keep up the record already set by our illustrious class. Item 9. — We leave to the incoming Senior Class all our books, and desks. May they feel proud to occupy those desks and use the books that such a re- markable class as that of nineteen hundred and thirty-eight have used. Item 10. — Eddy Bestoso leaves to Johnny Card his reputation as the man on the flying trapeze. Item 11. — To the keepers of untidy desks together with those who contribute to their appearance we leave this message: “The waste paper basket may be found in its usual position.” Item 12. — To the faculty as a whole we leave a hopeless feeling towards that class that is most likely to succeed (1938). Item 13. — To the incoming Senior Commercials we bequeath the strong de- sire for more dictionaries in the typewriting room so they may, as Miss West says, “Consult W ebster.”