Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 11 The next morning found me in Columbus, Ohio, and driving down the main street of this city. Great excitement seemed to be running through the citv. Flags were lining the street, and across the street was stretched a huse sign which read: “A TRUE AND HONEST POLITICIAN. A MAN WHO KEEPS HIS WORD. OUR NEXT MAYOR, PAUL YOUNGHOLM.” My thoughts went back to our class politician, and I entered the headquarters of the candidate to see if by any chance there was a connection. My supposition proved correct, for there, sitting in a spacious office, sat Paul. He jumped up, shook my hand, offered me a chair, and handed me a cigar, all in one move- ment. Good old Paul! He hadn’t changed a bit! He was still keeping in touch with Edwin Paul who has succeeded Earl Carroll in the show business. I had heard of Paul’s Beauties, but had never dreamed that it was our own Buster. Surprises were coming in bunches! But add to that last, Katie Mosesso was one of Buster’s leading dancers of the Rumba and La Conga and was soon to be given a contract by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. I had a long trip to Chicago before me, so I took leave of Paul, wishing him a successful campaign. I arrived in Chicago in time to hear the last act of Tannhauser in which Phylis Wilson was singing the leading part. Later in her dressing room, we greeted each other heartily. We talked of school friends, and Phil told me that I would be interested to know that Shirley Cook was a noted dress designer in Chicago and had personal charge of her ( Phylis’s ) wardrobe. I asked her if she ever heard from Irene Marble to which she replied that Irene and her hus- band were doing very nicely. Her husband is now vice-president of the Coca- Cola Bottling Company, with his office in St. Louis, Missouri. She, in turn, asked me of the whereabouts of Midge Smart and I was glad to give a little information for a change. I related that Midge, too, was married happily to a professor at the great Thayer University and was living in the city of Brain- tree, Massachusetts. The next afternoon found me arriving on the shores of Lake Michigan. Here, without warning, I ran into my old friend, Harold Barton, who owns a fleet of cattle barges making daily runs from Chicago to Racine. He informed me that he saw Shirley Berg once in a while in Racine, where she was employed in the mailing department of a famous cereal company. It is her duty to see that the correct number of box-tops accompanies every letter sent by the chil- dren who listen daily to the daring exploits of Bingwanger Fusilden, the Boy- Wonder. I had planned to have a few hours with Muriel Quincy, so I took immediate leave of Harold and started east. Muriel is married to a Captain in the U. S.-Army Air Corps and is living in a small home on the banks of the Connecticut River. Murr and I sat on her shady porch and talked about old times. I told her of the classmates that I had seen so far. Fortunately, however, my hostess told me that she had heard by means of letters from home, that Ruth Andrew ' and Katherine Chandler were both serving as secretaries to the Secretary of War and Navy respectively and both were doing exceptionally well. I started home- ward at noon, with Murr’s advice to eat dinner at Marjorie Schutt’s sandwich shop. I had no trouble finding this establishment, and I hurried in, anxious to see Marjorie again. Her back w as turned to me, but there was no denying

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10 THE ECHO It was none other than Arlene Cote who has become head hostess at this lovely ice cream parlor. She informed me that the owner of this huge chain of stands was Dean Hooker. Unfortunately, Dean was touring Europe with a group of men from a local Bachelor’s Club so naturally I should not be able to see him. However, I had seen Arlene, and that was enough in itself. Being rather travel-worn, I stopped at a cozy inn for dinner and a good night’s sleep. I entered the dining room, picked up the menu, and here got another delightful surprise. At the bottom of the menu were the words, ‘ Doris Estabrook, Proprietress.” I immediately asked to see the owner. It was good to see Doris again, and we had a nice talk about a few of our friends. It appears that Anne Smith is now running a day nursery in New York and is doing mig hty well. One of the children in Anne’s nursery bore the name of George A. Carter IV. I was naturally interested in this, and Doris informed me that George Carter HI was happily married and living on the other side of the city of New York. He is now a salesman for the Heinz Company, so far having sold 55 of the 57 varieties. Later, when I saw George, he told me that our classmate, Beverly Higgins, was touring the country giving free Home Nursing lessons to high school girls. My room at Doris’s was furnished beautifully. I sank into a large chair and began to read the evening paper. On the sports page, these words greeted mv eyes: “CASEY STENGLE RETIRES. FORMER FIRST SACKER, WAL- TER DONOVAN, TAKES OVER MANAGERIAL DUTIES OF BOSTON BRAVES.” I was elated. Imagine Donney managing his favorite team. They’ll be Series bound now! On the radio page, I saw Stacia Czapla’s name. Remember the radio serial, “Dear John”? Well, John met with a sad end, and now it’s “Dear Henry.” Stacia is playing the lead, and I have no doubt that she will do a splendid job of acting. In the morning I said good-bye to Doris and left for New York. While lurning into a gasoline station to refill the tank again, I narrowly missed col- liding with a huge, black limousine. The chauffeur stepped out of the car, and I was about to offer apologies when I saw who he was. Burwell Caspersen! And sitting in the back seat fairly overloaded with glittering jewels sat Hilda Terrazano! We all started talking, I, myself, fairly bursting with joy at the sight of them. Hilda was married to a count and was living in a big apartment on Riverside View. She had seen Burwell in the city one day driving a taxi and had hired him on the spot. I left them then and continued on my way to the city. I attended a matinee at Radio City for relaxation that afternoon. I thrilled at the sight of the uniformed Rocketts going through their faultless routine. Suddenly, I sat up with surprise. The fourth and fifth girls from the left appeared very familiar to me. To satisfy my curiosity, I borrowed my neigh- bor’s opera glasses and peered through them. Sure enough! Those two could he none other than Elaine Megley and Marie Mack. So after all these years, they are still together.

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12 THE ECHO that red hair! She was delighted to see me, and consequently I was given a meal with the compliments of the house. Again, 1 told of my experiences and, after several hours, I was on my way home. They were all accounted for. Each and every one of them was a success. I was very light-hearted and burst into song. 1 guess ours was the most success- ful class ever graduated from Sumner High School. Class Gifts By Hilda Terrazano and Richard Croft Stacia Czapla Ruth Andrew To Ruth who likes the army And promised to be true, We give this little soldier boy So she’ll never feel too blue. Harold Barton A ball we give to Harold. A ball sport he may be. We hope to see him sometime Right out there in his glee. To “Sta” who is so full of dreams For him she hopes of meeting. We give this lovely wedding ring To keep her gay heart beating. Walter Donovan To Dunnie a little aeroplane. He’ll study every part. And when he joins the Air Corps, He’ll know it all by heart. Shirley Berg To Shirley who’s always wearing slacks We give this brand new pair. So when her others are worn out. She’ll not he in despair. George Carter This baseball bat we give to George. He is a baseball hero. Vie hope he’ll always know the score. And that it won’t be zero. Doris Estabrook Doris is the home-girl type. She’ll make a perfect cook. So she ' ll be the best there is. We give her this cook book. Beverly Higgins A thermometer we give to Bev. She’s going to be a nurse. May her patients go home in a car Rather than in a hearse. Burwell Caspersen We know “Butch” likes to drive a car. But rationing is now on; So to him we give this comfy chair. That he may dream of rides long gone. Catherine Chandler Katie has so many beaus She doesn’t know who’s the best. Just write their names in this notebook And give your mind a rest. Shirley Cook We have with us a cutie. Shirley is her name. To college she is going So here’s a hook for fame. Jean Hollis To Jean goes a piece of charcoal With which to sketch and draw. We trust her art work all will be Without a single flaw. Dean Hooker To Dean, a shy and bashful boy, We give a looking-glass. It will reflect his blushes When he speaks in any class. Chester Ignatowitz A knife we give to Chester, For he may have to hew The boats for our great navy At Fore River that are due. Arlej e Cote Arlene is our class baby And takes a lot of teasing. One look into this mirror Will prove that she is pleasing. Richard Croft Richie’s speed for driving Is really something rare. Because his car will soon be wrecked. We give to him this spare. l.ORRELL Keller Lorrell is much too fussy. Her hair must be just so. To her we give this shiny comb To keep her curls in a row. Irene Marble Irene has hopes to start a home For her and him someday. This frying pan is apropo To start her on her way. I