Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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10 THE ECHO Betty Potts is the most alert, the most popular, and the teachers’ pet. Lester Proverb is the woman-hater, the best singer, the worst penman, this last by unanimous ballot. Madeline Hogan and Shirley Howard tied as being the best dressed. Made- line was also chosen as the most charming, while Shirley is the most sociable and most agreeable. Annella Card gets honors as the best actress, the class coquette, and, inci- dentally, the shortest. George Hagerty and Leo Smith tied for being the best tellers of tall stories. Robert Little was chosen the most artistic and the tallest. Helen Moran is the class baby and the cutest. Single items are: Best looking Helen Lawrence Stewart McKay Clara Colburn Leonard Hooker Xaturalist Donald McKay Fastest driver John Haggai Photographer Edwin Grover Biggest fusser Charlotte Bagley Class giggler May Wallace Idealist Mason Colby The biggest procrastinators, the best sports, and those most likely to suc- ceed are, naturally, the members of this outstanding class, the Class of 1941. Most musical Dietician Biggest eater CLASS PROPHECY By Madeline Hogan Here I was in 1961 standing before the greatest scientist of the age. Monsieur Finklestein, better known to me in my high school days as Edwin Grover. I came to him seeking a great favor, that of becoming invisible just long enough to speed o’er the country and see to what end my cherished classmates had come. Willingly Monsieur Finklestein obliged, and after mixing several potions together, I was no more. I was invisible. While floating across New York, I happened to touch an air wave and heard the melodious voice of Richard Walsh, the new up-and-coming announcer for the 9-20 Club, saying that Dorothy Kierstead, the latest publicity agent for Leo Smith, the owner of the great flea circus, known as “Smithie’s Smooth Specimens” has just announced that for safety and comfort while on tours, they travel Colonial Line. Then he uttered another news flash which shocked me: Shirley Howard has been given up as dead after the balloon in which she hoped to reach Mars was last seen drifting out into the Pacific about two years ago. In passing through Chicago, I happened to glance at a headline which read thus: Alice McLaughlin, who was recently voted the World’s Best Woman

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THE ECHO 9 Dorothy Kierstead, Madeline Hogan, Shirley Howard, Stewart McKay, Walter Pawlowski, and Betty Potts. The last chapter of the illustrious career of the class of ’41 is the most memorable and most enjoyable. It was just filled with events from the beginning to the end. Officers elected in September are president, Robert Little; vice- president, Annella Card; secretary, Marie Mack; and treasurer, Madeline Hogan. The Senior Dance, which was held in October, afforded an enjoyable time for all. The Senior Drama, “Don’t Take My Penny” was presented before a large audience and was very successful as a result of the untiring efforts of the coach. Miss Kathryn Megley. One day during January the Senior Class showed its ability to cook when it took over the lunchroom for a day. No one will ever forget the delicious hot dogs that Dick Walsh toasted. The class was now only twenty-nine strong, for it had lost Betty Jennings, William Lawrence, Edward Joughin, Marjorie Smart, James Williams, and Edrie MacPherson. Dorothy Kierstead, Clara Colburn, Stewart McKay, and Walter Pawlowski represented the class in the Student Council. A style show was presented by Wm. Eilene’s Store, with the senior girls acting as models. The most important event of all the four years was the Senior Class trip to New York. A journey to Providence on a special bus was the first step. After going on board, a photographer took a picture which appeared in the Brockton Enterprise the next night. Little sleep was had by all while some were seasick for an hour or so. Arriving in New York, the class ate breakfast and began a tour of the city. It visited the Empire State building, rode in an upstairs bus, and enjoyed a shopping trip before luncheon. After luncheon Rockefeller Center was visited; here an hour or two were enjoyed. A three hour sightseeing trip brought everyone to the boat after visiting Grant’s Tomb, The Aquarium, Chinatown, Harlem, and the Bowery. An enjoyable dinner was had on the boat, after which almost everybody retired early. The same bus transported all back to Holbrook in the morning where twenty-four tired seniors and five chaperons ended a glorious trip. Graduation this year is to be a Congress on Democracy and should prove very interesting. Another change which we have made this year will be the girls’ graduating in evening gowns. With this last exercise will end, it is hoped, the four most memorable and enjoyable years of our lives. STATISTICS By Clara Colburn This Senior Class of 1941 has compiled by popular vote of the class the sta- tistics of its members. The following mosts and bests are what must, of course, be interesting to each because they are the selections of the class. Richard Walsh heads the list with six: class orator, class politician, night ow l, funniest, most popular, and most businesslike. Walter Pawlowski follows with five: class philosopher, fastest typist, quietest, most conscientious, and most bashful. Dorothy Kierstead also has earned five: class poet, class author, most original, most versatile, and has the most class spirit. Payson Jones has the honor of being considered the best dressed, the best looking, the most athletic, and the class Romeo.

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THE ECHO 11 Cook is being sued by Leonard Hooker for two thousand dollars, because as Hooker explains, “She uses our products, adds some new name, and she’s won the contest. It jus’ ain’t fair.” Upon arriving at the most beautiful home in Chicago, I found there was nothing high hat about Bud Hagerty, the owner of the largest rattle factory in America, as the multi-millionaire drives to work every morning on his little, old, red scooter bike that he purchased when he was a poor little senior in Sumner High. Then my ears were pierced with the shrill HEAVE-HO of a hearty sailor’s song, and looking down upon a peaceful lake, whom did I see but our own Lester Proverb, the head man on an excursion boat, which makes two trips daily to ports unknown. Erom thence I sped to Hollywood, and there occupying the seat of director on the 1. 0. U. lot was none other than Bob Little, who was madly trying to direct Donald Duck’s new picture, entitled, “The Ducky Duke o’ Padooka.” Playing the female role in this picture opposite Donald Duck was our own great actress, Charlotte Bagley. Arriving with a bounce on the broad, cactus covered fields of Texas, I found myself on the ranch owned by that great cowboy of the plains, Heigh-Ho Silver Mahoney, who was trying to make a color-blind bull see red. My next stop was Elorida, and there I found the mad scientist, Donald McKay, trying to make the climate of Florida as cold as that of the Arctic. There are doubts as to whether he will succeed, hut time will tell. As I traveled northward, I stopped at Washington just long enough to see how Jim Jones was getting along in caring for the cherry trees. You know Jim was recently appointed by the Japanese Ambassador of good will, Thomas O’Connor, as assistant caretaker of these beautiful trees. I then headed back to New York, and upon arriving at the aquarium, whom should I find but John Haggai, who was more than occupied in massaging a slippery little seal that had sprained one of its ligaments from wiggling so much. I left him to his slippery subject and sped off to West Point where I found Mason Colby and Walter Pawlowski, the two generals, arguing heatedly over what became of Yeheudi. Next I made a stop at the Roxy Theatre where the Rockettes, those lovely dancing girls, were waltzing to the lilting accom- paniment of the class’s most talented musician, Stewart McKav. I guess manv of the boys now wish they had studied music. Coming back to Massachusetts, I was glad to find that some of my class- mates hadn’t roamed, for there in a little red schoolhouse I found Marie Mack teaching readin’, writin’, and arithmetic, and it was apparent that Pauline A lbonetty hadn’t forgotten her little tricks on how to et along with the teacher because there was Polly’s little daughter, Maribelle, handing Marie a big red apple. Holbrook was my next stop, and there in the middle of that thriving metropolis was a large neon sign reading, “Huggy’s Heatless Hairdo’s” and upon entering, I found Helen Moran giving Betty Potts, who has earned well into a million dollars on her latest book, “The Eternal Triangle,” while Betty was relating the latest gossip of the city to May Wallace, who was having a terrible time trying to stop Audrey Roberston’s little girl from pulling Betty’s hair. May, it seems, has a day nursery for kiddies whose mothers attend bridge and social functions. Upon arriving in Boston, I happened to glance at a leading newspaper and was surprised to notice that many of the main editorials had