Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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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

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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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THE ECHO 13 Elaine Megley Honey is a gadabout, She’s always on the go. To her we give a pair of shoes So she may meet her beau. Catherine Mosesso Kate’s the girl with dancing feet. They’re always on the go. This lotion will help to always keep Her merry feet just so. Edwin Paul Buster is our Romeo; He’s ne’er put us to shame. To him we give this little car, So he can meet his dame. Muriel Quincy To Muriel we give this gum. For she just loves to chew. We hope that she’ll be able to stop Before her face turns blue. Marjorie Schutt This wee cap goes to Margie Who wants to be a nurse. We know she’ll be the very best In all the universe. Marjorie Smart To Midge we give this copper cent To add to her collection. When to a show they want to go. She will have no “repention.” Anne Smith Anne says her voice is bad And therefore does not sing. A little practice with this sheet. And she’ll be queen of swing. Hilda Terrazano Hilda’s sure to be a success As a secretary some day. To her we give this notebook. It will help her on her way. Phyllis Wilson To Phyllis we give this sifter Because she may some day Have a hubby in tbe parlor. Wanting supper some nice way. Paul Youngholm A dictionary seems the thing For us to give to Paul. Although he likes to use big words. He doesn’t know them all. OBITUARY By Marjorie Smart The dreadful and unexpected death of the Class of ’42 on June 10 was a shock to all of the underclassmen and friends. The cause of the death is reported to have been over-exertion in school and social activities. They led a hard but eventful life from the time they “took over” the school as freshmen until their recent death. Each name has gone down separately in the memory and the history of the school to be looked upon with much respect and many fond memories. When toddling along the corridors as freshmen, without a care in the world and a smile for everyone, little had the thought of this harsh ending ever crept through to those delicate minds. Their powers of deduction were greatly im- proved by their sophomore year, and they carried on nobly right to the end. Never was there a shirker among them. As we look back on their junior year we now recall the tell-tale marks of large, dark circles under their eyes ( prob- ably due to their “night-life,” which we are certain consisted chiefly of laborious study ) . When they returned as seniors, their once rosy cheeks were now faded into angelic whiteness. Although the end was sudden, we are sure that the spirit of this once superior and beloved class will go on in the hearts of everyone who knew them.