Table Grove High School - Fad Yearbook (Table Grove, IL)

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TABLE GROVE HIGH SCHOOL kering K Pic nd Fordyce A. P-4 Willis Robinson Miller Cox Cass ler .-4 KU Hammo C. Fordyce Ross Berry THIRTY

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TABLE GROVE HIGH SCHOOL The Old Clock on the Stairs 9' T was a grand old clock! True, it was rather queer in style, but it had served its time-long and well. For many years it had ticked the time away, day after day, and now Junior stood looking up into its great white face, thinking of the story his father had just told him. His father, from his early youth, had loved the old clock and he told junior how proud he was when his father first brought it home. Wheii he married Junior's mother, a tall, stately and beautiful woman, he had taken the old clock with him to their pretty cottage, where for nearly two years he lived in happiness. Indeed, he found his beautiful wife very extravagant, but loving her as he did, he could not start the first quarrel. l Thus they lived, Junior's father doing his best to give his wife all she wished until in spite of his blindness with his love, he realized that she had grown apart from him. She did not meet l'i.n at the door with her loving smile, as she did in the old days, and if he found her at hom? when he returned from his work, he was greatly surprised. Junior, in the absence of his mother, would play with the neighbo1 s children or wander alone about the house. His mother seemed always to be invited to an afternoon tea or some reception, and he could not go, as he was too little. His father, when he tucked his boy in bed, would sit fornhours by him and, with his head in his lands, gaze thoughtlessly into space. Then came that awful day when his father and mother quarreledl He wondered what it was all about that his mother should tell his father that he could not have the boy. Such had never occurred before. Junior ran crying from the room and stumbling into the corner beside the old clock, sobbed out his grief at the old clockls feet. Then the next morning his father left them and the last' thing he said to his wife was: to be sure to keep her promise to their boy. All the next week Junior spent the days in bitter idleness. His mother, forgetting her promise, was absent more than ever. Junior would tell the old clock his troubles and he was sure it sympathized with him. But one evening as he was passing the old clock on the stairs he saw the big, tall door move slightly. At lirst he almost cried out, but catch- ing sight of a hand which seemed strangely fa'niliar to him, he stopped. Suddenly his father stood before him and catching him in his arms, tolzl him quickly that heihad come to take his little boy away where he should not be left alone at night. H Thus it happened that six months later an old clock was sent to Junior's father with a long letter from his mother, stating that by the time it reached her husband she would be dead, but wishing to be for- 'given by both her husband and child, she had sent the letter along with the old clock, which they had both loved so well in the happy days when it had stood on the stairs. S. B. ,l2. TVNIJZNTY-NINE a

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TABLE GROVE HIGH SCHOOL High School Bono' OST girls get piano trainingg, most boys do not. Any idea, however, that our boys have not musical ability is effectually dissipated by the playing of the Table Grove High School Band. By their interpretation, execution and consistent playing from extensive scores, these .boys show as much genius in the realm of music as do their sisters who manipulate the keys of ivory. Besides forming an independent playing body for high school events, the boys are the dependable majority of the city band. Instrumentation H. L. DYYXR, Instructor and Manager. CLYDE C.-iss, Leader. VV.-XLTER PICKERING EvE.RE'r'r H A M M oNn PERRY FORDYCE . NIERE MILLER . HEIQNX' BERRY . WAYLAND Ross . CLARENCE FORDYCE FLOYD VVILLIS . llf'.iYLES ROBINSON W1L1.1s Cox . JESSE KELLER . Solo Cornet lst Cornet 2d Cornet Trombone Trombone Baritone . Clarinet Saxaphone . . Bass Snare Drum Bass Drum Vlfillig Cox, the snare drummer of the H. S. band, In his father's store Will nobly standg He will sell you shoes and shoe-strings, too If you can't beat him, h.e'll sure beat you.. THIRTY-ONE