Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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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?

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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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THE ECHO 13 Shirley gets this little plane To practice up her flying. .Mayhe she’ll learn to fly some day If she only keeps on trying. To Jim we give this laurel wreath, A symbol that will show That in the field of sports, he is A champ, as well you know. To dietician Dotty We give these scales with pleasure. Now she can see if dieting Keeps down her waistline measure. For Helen this paper and pencil In drawing she does excel. Some day of her w ' ondrous art The people all will tell. In giving Bob these ear-muffs w arm You might think we are rude. Remember, though, that it is cold In that high altitude. To Marie we give these driving rules We trust that she will know That when she’s driving in this towm .She always should go slow. A pair of glasses we give to Joe For a welder he wants to be. And when the sparks jump to and fro. He still can plainly see. To Don we give these drum sticks So that when he’s home some day. He can gather all his instruments And beat it out his way. We give to Stewart this music sheet. Because he knows how to play. And when he hears this sweet refrain. He’ll remember this class today. Alice wants to be a house wife So we give to her this home. And when she’s keeping house there. She’ll never want to roam. “Huggy” gets a special gift — This can of popcorn white. Now she won’t have to walk two miles To Randolph square each night. To “Okie” we give these ice tongs. He’ll use them we all know. And while he’s on the ice truck They’ll keep him on the go. We know Walter can use this suitcase new To put his trophies in. There’s plenty of room for many more That he is sure to win. To Betty we g ' ve this rattle. For, although she is a bright lass She also is, with much regret. The “Baby of the Class.” To Les we give a small gas stove. For weather in countries does change And if, on a voyage, you ever get cold You can always come “Home on the Range.” Audrey has a score of beaux. Really more than she does need. This one we give to her today Is a “bow” of a different breed. W ' e didn’t know what to give Leo But we know he likes to chew gum. We don’t want him to be without it So we now give him some. Twm knitting needles we give to May. The sweaters she knits are many. And she can sit and knit and knit As she listens to Jack Benny. To Dick, our politician. We give this big cigar. All politicians smoke them Tho’ he’s too young, by far. OBITUARY By Audrey Robertson The Class of 1941 passed away quietly and peacefully in June, 1941, after a short but eventful life. Three years ago last September the class of ’41 came to life. During this year it was never expected that three years later she would depart from Sumner High School. In her second year she began to show some signs of decay, but even then, her inevitable death was not contemplated. First of the many evil habits she was to acquire was that of a faulty diet. Instead of eating her spinach and drinking her milk, she turned to candy, pickles, salted peanuts, and chewing gum. By her third year a once healthy class was showing definite signs of an approaching collapse. Rendezvous at late hours, too manv