Toulon Township High School - Tolo Yearbook (Toulon, IL)

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V ' S December, Nineteen Twenty-Seven THE ADVENTURES HOFA PENNY. 'Tm awfully crowded. complained a. little pennyas he lay among the spare cash in a rich man's pocket. The big rich man was smoking a cigar and talking to another man. As the rich man walked down the street, he stopped Where a blind man wasnselling pencils. As-the 'rich man, who was very kind, reached in his pocket his hand met the little penny, who was willing to help all people who were in need. The penny bade all his friends good-bye and gladly went into the blind man's' hand. ' The next stage of the penny's journey will start at a bake-shop where the blind man's small son goes for some bread. Our little penny is being held tightly in the warm, moist hand -of the small boy, The penny hates to leave the warm place but is glad to help the poor man and his son. The baker takes our penny and puts it in a cash register. , A' g I ' That night the cash register is opened and the pennyis put in a bag with more pennies and taken to a bank. 1 , As there is a rumor out that the bank is going to go bankrupt, the penny is quickly drawn out. This time he goes to a rich old miser who stores him away for several months. This old man has a grandson of whom he is very fond and he gives the penny to him. The little boy soon spends it for some candy. Hc is now in the hands of the manager of the candy shop. He is now used to buy more candy and finally lands in the hands of a rich broker. As this broker is travelling through the country, he loses this little penny in front of a small farm house. A little boy who is play- ing in front of the house finds the little penny and being a good little boy he takes it to his mother. As a medicine man 'comes around the penny is used to buy some flavoring. He now is in the pocket of a poor man who' is trying to make money. The penny is turned in to the company the man works for, and goes out to pay a girl who has been acting as a private sec- retary for the head of the company. The penny is now used to help pay a barber for cutting her hair. The barber puts the money in a bank. The bank then sends the penny to help pay a man's iusurance. The insurance company uses money to ,pay a printer for some printing. The printer uses the money to pay for some shoes. The man who owned the shoe store deposits it in a bank. The bank sends the penny to Washington where it is made into a new penny and starts another trip that is too long to tell in this story. How would you like to be a penny? Marvin Jackson. . -+- WHY I LIKE HIGH -SCHOOL. . I like High School much better than Grade School. Perhaps one rea- son is because of the fact that in High School I go from one classroom to another instead of having the teachers come to me, like in Grade School. Another reason why I like High School better-my classes are much more pleasing to me. Some of my studies are elective, and it is known that any person can do a thing better if he knows that he doesn't have to do it.

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December, Nineteen Twenty-Seven 7 vllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllll IllllIlllillllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIlII!II'IlIIIlIllllllllllillllllllIlIIlIIIIlIlIIIllIIlI I I I I IIl'l Little Stories A 'TREE FROM THE FOREST TO A SCHOOL. I was a big pine tree in a forest of the Southern states. I lived by my brothers and sisters for many years. One day a government man came along and stamped a big U. S. on my trunk. It was not long before they built a railroad through the timber and set up a saw mill not very far from me. Soon I noticed that my brothers and sisters had the same stamp on them. A few days later the men started cutting down my brothers and sis- ters and hauling them to the saw mill by train. Then I also was cut down and hauled to the mill pond where I was dumped roughly into the water. I did not like this very much for men stuck big sharp pointed sticks into me, and pushed me into the mill where Istripped off my bark and was put on an endless belt where they sent me to the saw. Here I was cut in strips and then sent to the planer where I was planed and then made into a door. I was kept in a warehouse for a long time before I was sent to a High School and put in as a door. Oftentimes the boys and girls slam me as they go in and out of the room. I do not like this, but I can't help it for I am only a doorb E . .k..1. A PARTICLE OF CARBIDE. I am a piece of carbide. I have many other fellow particles in the can with me, just like myself. I was carried home in a big one hundred pound tin can from Peoria, Illinois. Mercy! I was jammed around so much that I thought I had been mauled. I came into a garage. One of the men carried me in, in the tin can. We had to come home in an old rickety truck. We stayed in the garage for about seven weeks. Two men finally came and carried me and my fellow friends to the north of the house and set us on a big flat stone. They tore the lid from the can with a yank. My! but I was fright- ened. The men dumped us into a bell can and shut it with a bang! I kept saying What will be done next? We were being lowered by this time into the light plant. A great tin lid came down upon us with a loud clap. We were going to be used to give the people in the house light. I said with a frightful tone, When will my turn be ? My! I was scared. Well, good-bye, I will have to go some- time. I only wanted people to know how I feel. I hope that you all can sympathize with me as I am very nervous right now. Most of the rest of my friends have all disappeared and my time is coming! Sarah Biederbeck.

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l, December, Nineteen Twenty-Seven 9 In the Grades my course was selected for me, and I was required to take it whether I wanted to or not. These are a few reasons why I like High School better than Grade School. Robert Griffith. 1-.fl THE ADVENTURE OF A BOOK IN THE FIRE. Mr. Book was lying in a desk where he had been left by someone when school was out. He was not alone in this desk, but had two companions. Mr. Book and his companions were asleep in the desk. The night was very warm and of course the windows were closed. This made it hard for the books to sleep and breathe. So Mr. Book got up and walked to a win- dow and raised it. This let the air in and they could sleep very much more comfortable. They were awakened by a terrible smoke that enclosed them. They could not see and the room was getting warmer and warmer. All of a sudden the room began to light up as if someone had turned on a light. They wondered what all this could mean so one of them got up out of the desk and looked around a little but could not find anything wrong, only that the room was full of smoke and was lit up. The Books did not know what to do for they did not like this terrible smell of smoke. They all three got out of the desk and walked around through the building looking for the Mischief Maker. One of them came onto the fire and hurried back to tell the other Books what he had found. They all decided to get out of the building as quickly as possible. They all started down the stairs and when they were at the top of the other stairs a great mass of fire fell just behind them, trapping them there in. the midst of it all. They knew they would all be burned to death, so they yelled to oneanother to try to get out. They all made a wild dash through the fire, but only one got away, while the other two burned to death. He ran out of the building and ran to a safe place and sat down to rest, say- ing to himself, I sure had a narrow escape. Miles Frail. iiki.. RAH! RAH! RAH! The one big thing that this School needs is an organized .cheering body. Other Schools come here, and have their yell leaders, and everyone yells for all that's in 'em. We have a very good yell leader, and everyone wants to yell but no one yells. Then everyone thinks Toulon has no Spirit. This is my idea upon the subject. Everyone should try to think up new yells. The yells that we have now are the sameyells we have had ever since Toulon has had a High School. Everyone must get influenced, and then they will stick together and yell. School is dismissed at 3.15. If everyone stayed at least fifteen min- utes aifter school and met in the Study Hall, or some other convenient place, we could then have an organized cheering body. Let's try. RAH! RAH! RAI-I! Philip Beamer.