Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 19 5 1 (Liadd f ropLec By GEORGE HARVEY Every year at this time — for almost twenty years — I get the wanderlust and take a jaunt around the world to look in on all my classmates from dear old Sumner ' s Class of ' 51. Chartering a plane at Sumner Air Field, I always drop off in New York City to look in on the huge Peerless Transport Industries. Incorporated, owned and operated by millionaire Leo Barry of Holbrook and Miami. With Leo at the airport was Jane Bar- bour. head of his office staff at the 102-story Sumner Building, named in honor of our dear Alma Mater. Since both Leo and Jane look pretty prosperous, I guess business is good. With good flying weather all the way it took no time to get to New Orleans, where the city is still being charmed by its first lady mayor. Dot Rosen- berg. The mayor is entertaining at her home the great comedy team of Hanney and Benvie of Palace Theater fame. Bill and Eddy are so popular that they are now booking dates three years ahead. But now off to South America, a long six-hour flying sprint. I saw bad weather ahead. Suddenly a gale blew up and I was thrown far off my course when one motor forced me to land high on a rocky cliff in the Andes. But I was not alone. In the dis- tance I spied a small group searching for flower fossils. This group, the Florists, Flowers, and Fossils Asso- ciation of North and South America, was headed by Robert Andrea, millionaire florist. Leaving no stone unturned, the group pushed aside a huge boulder to reveal none other than Mad Man Anderson working steadily on blueprints, his cave lighted by a wax candle stuck in a bottle. His invention, with an advance sale of 132,729,007, not only paints houses and peels potatoes but also generates heat for Room 8 on cold days. With a little persuasion “Mad Man fixed the motor for me, and I went to newer lands. While over the French Riviera I decided to buzz .Mrs. and Mr. Cynthia Reynolds. Cynthia changed the French customs completely by leading a general revolution against men. Her wrath was brought about by William Mills’ latest best seller, “Why All Women Should Be Shot, or Women, You’re Useless.” But all of a sudden as I roared away, I was en- veloped by a fog. However. I found it wasn’t fog at all but David MacKusick testing a new jet plane brake. It is designed to bring to a complete stop a plane going 900 M.P.H. He stopped only a minute before shooting off, leaving me to fly on my merry way. I took it easy flying over Southern France toward Paris but at last arrived at the city to refuel and take in the sights. On the swank right bank I found the shop of Chi Chi La Sheurs, Artiste Magnifique. Lillian is now putting the finishing touches on her latest master- piece, Nancy After Dark, a tribute to the world’s greatest fashion designer, Nancy Fulton. Nancy caters only to the cream of Paris society. At last I returned to the plane and made a quick journey across the Channel to London to see again another Sumnerite, Ralph Calway. Sir Ralph, named England’s most eligible bachelor, was recognized by London Society because he never arrived at parties on time. Also traveling in England was Jeanne Austin, noted biological analyst and lecturer, who gave a command speech at the Palladium upon the request of the King. She spoke on the major differences between fleas and mosquitoes. While flying low over Norway, I could see great crowds of people in the streets and flags waving every- where, for it was coronation day. King Richard was given this honor because of his great popularity among the people. He is the first of the Colbys to hold the throne. Singing at the coronation was the Norwegian Nightingale, Margie Mercer, whose sing- ing thrills the hearts of millions. In Germany I landed again for a rest at the private landing field of Field Marshal Peter Benvie. Peter keeps a little 500-acre estate here to relax after hectic Washington conferences. Pete told me to stop at Geneva for a surprise if I should go in that direction. And so off I went again into the wild blue yonder headed for a big surprise. Because of my hurry I almost overshot the runway, but good luck has always been with me. Yes, I certainly was lucky and surprised when I read in the paper that very day: George Harvey voted new head of National Teachers’ Clinic for victims of studentitis. Every teacher in the country was after that position. I was even more surprised when on stepping out of the cockpit I was met by James Caspersen. new [ 12 ]

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THE ECHO 19 5 1 NANCY FULTON To Nan we give these glasses blue, Just like the ones she wore. Though she has changed for glasses new, We liked the ones before. WILLIAM HANNEY To Billy we give a brand new car. So he can travel twice as far. And when you see him with his girl, You’ll know he’s giving her a whirl. GEORGE HARVEY To George we give this camera small So he can remember us, one and all. And when to college he does go. His classmates to everyone he’ll show. LAWRENCE HOBART To Lorry we give this tool-box gray To help him strive to make the grade. We hope it serves him every day When he is jack of any trade. HARLAND LIVELY To Harley we give this little hat. To cover up his hair, Eor his hair it is so superior It really isn’t fair. DAVID MacKUSICK To Dave we give this little brush. Those locks improve with brushin’. The girls all give this lad the rush. But he’s more rushed than rushin’. LESLIE MARCUS To Les we give this shiny drill To give his patients quite a thrill. This future dentist from our class Will give his patients laughing gas. ELINOR McGAUGHEY To Elinor, who wants to be A nurse rigged up in white. We give this nurse’s cap, so she Can make the grade all right. WILLIAM McLaughlin To Bill we give this dollar bill, Eor he works and slaves all day. He wants to give the “brains” a thrill And tell the world his say. MARJORIE MERCER To Marge is a comb for her long hair To keep it always right in place. ’Twill make her look extremely fair With those shining locks around her face. WILLIAM MILLS A bulky notebook we give Mr. Mills, Eor he a writer will someday be. He plans to wander o’er dales and hills To write of life till eternity. CYNTHIA REYNOLDS To Cynthia we bequeath this magic pen That she may writer and write some more. When she’s famous, she’ll remember again Her days at Sumner and the fun galore. JOSEPH RIMKUS To Joe we give a big red plow To keep his fields plowed over. Need he never wonder when nor how To free those fields from clover. DOROTHY ROSENBERG To Dottie we give this paint To color her photos bright. A little will make it faint. And enough will make it right. PETER SAVOY To Peter we give this little car. To take him over dale and hill. And then when he has traveled far. We hope the car is running still. LILLIAN SHEURS To “Lil” we give this sketching pad. For to art school she may go. There’s not a better artist to be had As her drawings always show. LOIS STURGEON For Lois is this lipstick bright. So she the boys can charm. She looks so sweet at day or night. At home or on the farm. These gifts we hope will help you. And speed you to the top. For with these gifts go friendship true. And luck that ne’er will stop. [ 11 ]

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THE ECHO 19 5 1 head of Geneva Auto Industries, and big Joe Rimkus, president of Swiss Motor Workers’ Union. Joe and Jim never come to blows over wage disputes or strikes proving the old Swiss theory of friendship holding true in every line. I took my leave here early to get across the Medi- terranean before dark. The setting sun sparkled on the water and made me wish I could stay all night. But at last I reached the vast expanse of the Sahara desert where I saw a scene I’ll never forget. After circling twice, I settled near a large oasis and ran to meet my old friend Peter Savoy. While he took a rest, he told me that this was the forty-seventh service station he had built on the desert. Camels, of course, are his most important customers. He said the space was granted to him by Queen Shalott, alias Char- lotte Colarusso, queen of Egypt. On farther I flew, over the black jungles and beat- ing drums of the natives until at last Johannesburg loomed in the distance. Dawn was here at last, and the rough little airfield received its first visitor of the day. After a little sleep and food, I trouped off through the town toward the address on my card: Elinor McGaughey, R.N., accredited nursery school for children. Most of the children at the home, Elinor told me, were children of diamond workers so that she was always paid in diamonds instead of money, a very interesting way of doing business. Only a short distance away at Capetown I found that two of our boys were doing business hand over fist in used-car sales. Owner Lawrence Hobart and supersalesman Robert Coppolo shipped in old ’51 model cars and put new chassis on them selling each as a new model. There’s still a spark of the Sumner spirit in the old boys yet. After a pleasant trip over the ocean, I came to land on the private estate of William McLaughlin near Burma. Bill retired on his advertising royalties re- ceived because of his baseball skill. The income from a hardtack concern alone provides a whole year’s income. Just over the forbidden Tibetan mountains I was forced to land because of the weather. Finding myself near a town, I ran to find cover in a little building under a large Chinese sign which, of course, I couldn’t read. But once inside I saw another sign in English over a line of new and old automobiles: “Coolies, take a load off your shoulders. Cars rented by the day or week.’’ This enterprising concern was started by Benita Bertoli and Lois Sturgeon who have branch offices all over China. After a long trip to Australia I landed in the capital to see Lorraine Carter, the new Secretary of State. They found they needed somebody that could get along better with people. Lorraine certainly has the ability to do that as well as keep the country’s affairs in order. I was only as far as Portugal when my plane broke down completely. But it was a lucky break because there was Dr. Marcus right there to help. Leslie, the famous brain specialist, was taking a vacation here after his world lecture tour and asked me to return to the States with him on Harland Lively’s private yacht. I was glad to see Harland again and also to have transportation home. It would be a lot slower, but I’d certainly enjoy it. Harland’s yacht was so fast that I was home before I knew it, arriving at San Francisco about noon time. I hurried by train to keep a television interview with that famous movie star interviewer, Selma An- derson. Selma gained fame when she demonstrated her ability to get a whole hour’s program into fifteen minutes’ time — really a fast talker. After my appearance with her, she reported on the success of the “Big Two,’’ Barbara Ernstrom and Ruth Feeney, the modern Florence Nightingales, who have just completed their forty-seventh hospital in Rangoon. Their next project is a modern clinic at Sang-Sangpoo, Tibet. I’m willing to bet they will complete it in no time. But now it’s up in the air again, this time in a commercial liner, to return to good old Sumner Air Field and Holbrook. I don’t know when I’ve had a better time. [ 13 ]