Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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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

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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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12 THE ECHO been taken over by members of my class. Such names as these greeted mv eves: Annella Card who now writes Emily Post’s column, Dorothy Dix has given up her advice to the love-lorn to Clara Colburn, and Helen Lawrence helps out Dr. Wiggam in his column on “Let’s Explore Your Mind.” Well, at last my trip was ended, and pleased and proud of mv classmates. I returned to Monsieur Finklestein in order that 1 might return to my former self. Once more I was Madeline Hogan in person. CLASS POEM By Thomas O’Connor and Helen Lawrence Vi e are the Seniors, the best little class. That from dear old Sumner ever shall pass. We’re smart and bright and brilliant and quick. W hen we get together, we certainly click. Rut now to get on to the serious side — The name of dear Sumner just fills us with pride. It’s a wonderfid, dignified place to get learning. The thoughts of our leaving just fill us with yearning. W hen out through the gates we finally walk. We know that none will take the wrong fork. Class For Pauline, a notebook • secretary she. This will keep her notes neat. From errors they’ll he free. This cook hook is for Charlotte So she’ll know how to make Something other than sandwiches. Perhaps she’ll learn to hake. To Nella we give this picture frame, The picture we left out. She has so many admirers That she keeps us all in doubt. W e have a model in our class. Clara is her name. W’e give to her this looking-glass W hich will reflect her fame. To Mason, always on the run, W give this great, big, shining gun. For he to WYst Point aims to go Hence this will help him meet the foe. This class has always been inclined to he straight. Not one will vary, no matter what fate. W e have reached the end of our school days At dear old Sumner High. To the peak of success we must gaze Because that ' s where our futures lie. W ' e have learned that the road is long and rough, But we are eager to go. W e’ll keep good spirits no matter how tough, For we’ve learned how to conquer our foe. Farewell, dear Sumner, grateful are we. You have shown us the road to take. Ahead of us bright futures we see. And success will he our fate. Gifts To Edwin we give these paint brushes Because he’s good at art. We know he’ll progress rapidly If he can only get a start. To “Bumpy” we give this racing car. We hope he won’t get hurt As he goes racing ’round the track And tearing up the dirt. To John a package of W heaties slim To create energy, pep, and vim. He’ll carry on in heroic style And always wear a happy smile. Mai wants to be a teacher And teacb the golden rule. We give to her this little bell ’Twill summon her class to school. To Len we give this ice cream cone. It’s empty, as you can see. ’Cause why should we buy bim ice cream When he can get it free?