Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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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

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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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14 THE ECHO social activities, and cramming had all taken their toll on the once young life of the class of ’41. By last September it was obvious to all that the poor old class was making her last stand. Vi hen she began to babble about what she would wear at the end, a physician was called in. W hen he gave his prescription of pink pills in the form of diplomas, she gave in entirely and began to babble incoherently about what she would do in the other world. But at last it is over. ’41 has gone, and she will be sadly missed by the faculty and underclassmen of Sumner High School. There is none of us so wise who can predict what lies ahead for ’41, hut on the day when the funeral takes place there will be many to join in the solemn wish that this is not the end, hut merely the beginning of a new life for the gallant class in that other world. CLASS WILL Vi E, the members of the Senior Class of 1941. of Sumner High School. Town of Holbrook, County of Norfolk. State of Massachusetts. L nited States of America, being uncertain as to the frail life that we are living, do, therefore, make, ordain, publish, and declare this to he our last will and testament. Item 1. To Mr. Neal we will the empty room at the end of the corridor. S ith Miss Megley’s aid, we ask that you again fill the seats with illustrious seniors, such as the class of ' 41. The scratches, initials, gum, worn spots, and loose bolts are all the work of past students who are skilled artists at the various trades indicated. V e feel sure that the coming seniors will appreciate the art on the desks, and may be able to use the art under the desk. These wads of gum, which were left in our hastv departure, may not be too stale for further use. Tho’ they were left in our haste to part from books and such, we feel that they should linger a short time any way, to designate the industrious mem- bers of the class. Mr. Neal, we also bequeath you a great deal of peace and solitude. At last “Dot” Kierstead has left these great portals, and you will not have to peek around a corner to see if she is coming, before you move. Of course, we realize that all Dot’s pestering was in the interest of the senior class, so beginning in the year of 1950, we will gladly take the responsibility of all her questions and answers. Item 2. So that Muriel Quincy will experience no difficulty in reaching school on sunny days next year, we bequeath to her Charlotte’s will-power. Charlotte is always in school, even though she is not wholly in sympathy with all the ideas on the subject of work in bookkeeping. Item 3. To the junior class we bequeath the indefatigable power of the seniors to complete the task which has been started. Although it cost us a good deal of time, energy, and thought, they finally erased the “U’s” from their cards. Item 4. To Anna Smith we bequeath the right to keep the office in order. Item 5. To the girls in the west-end, Audrey leaves the advice; If you get out on the sidewalk just after the train at 7:45 has left, you will not have to walk. We realize that the girls on the west side of town have a long walk, and that all rides are appreciated. Miss Knutson’s schedule is regular and her kindness unlimited.