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

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8 March, Nineteen Thirty when Joner wanted to take his girl to the movies. I can’t remember who was his girl at the time, he always changed girls every week. “Well, anyway, Joner wanted to go to the show, so he put that Lux Solis on the mantel, locked all the doors in the room, pulled down all the curtains, turned off all the lights, and went merrily on to the show. “When he came back, he went to see if the Lux Solis was still there. He had a lot of trouble getting the door open, but he finally succeeded. He went in and turned on the lights, glancing immediately at the mantel. He jumped. The Lux Solis was gone! But how could it be gone? He had locked all the doors and there was no one at home except him. Well he called up all the boys of the Senior class and organized a search. They literally turned that room upside down. John Dewey even climbed up the chimney, but there weren’t any footprints on the roof, so he was sure that no one could possibly have entered that room. “ ‘Well, boys,’ said Joner, ‘let’s go about this scientifically. All of you stand on your heads, and if the Lux Solis doesn’t fall out of one of your pockets. I’ll know you haven’t got it.’ “Accordingly, all the boys did so, and when they were right side up again, Joner shook hands all ’round. “ ‘Well, boys,’ he said, ‘now I know I can trust you. Did anybody see those pesky Juniors tonight?’ “ ‘You bet we did,’ said Marion Martin. He’s the undertaker down at Wyoming now. ‘They were all at the show except Philip Pyle and Woody Dillon. They both have a five-hundred word theme for tomorrow, so I know that they haven’t had time to do anything.’ “And well I remember that theme, too! Jewel Tyler was our teacher and what she didn’t make us do wasn’t worth doing. Why, one time she— but that’s another story. “Well as I started to say, Marion said that Philip and Woody couldn’t have done it. So those Seniors decided that there must be some mystery connected with it. The next day Joner went to Teddy McCullough—him that had the red hair—and asked him for his most powerful magnifying glass. He took it home and those Seniors started searching. “They went over every square inch of Joner’s lawn, his front porch, the room where it had been, and even the mantel. They even had a sample of the soot from the chimney analyzed to see if anything had passed it. Well sir, they never found a thing. Joner almost went crazy trying to imagine who had spirited that thing away. “The next night there was a party at the High School. All the Seniors went and of course everybody asked Joner what was the matter with him. Now Joner hadn’t stopped long enough to look at himself since he lost the Lux Solis, so he hurried to find a mirror. When he did find one, he stopped, amazed. Worrying had turned his hair gray over night. “As the party progressed, Joner could see that there was excitement in the air. He was too puzzled about the Lux Solis to wonder what was the matter. Suddenly, the yelling penetrated even his thick head. He

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March, Nineteen Thirty 7 poor John will be worn out when they finally get home that evening. Many ships dot the sky to indicate that John and his wife are not the only ones out for a ride this lovely May day. Since their plane is a Thunder Bolt Twelve, they ride in comfort and pass all that they meet with no difficulty at all. Mrs. Brown sees several of her bridge club ladies and nods with a stately grace in their general direction. It is evident that she enjoys the new plane very much. Envious looks from all sides confront them as they speed on their way. After two hours of steady flying, they come in sight of the golf links and palatial club house of the Inter-Planetary Amusement Association. With scarcely a jar they alight on the soft turf of the field and the Brown family stretch their wreary limbs. Spying three of his good friends getting ready to start out on the course, John remembers that he left his clubs at home, and there is much spluttering and noise surrounding his majesty, the breadwinner. The loving wife remembers to tell him that he can rent clubs at the house. This is but a sample of what we may all be doing at this time. So be prepared and don’t forget to take your golf clubs with you, nor leave the house unlocked. I hope that you have a good time on your trip. —Robert Griffith. WHEN THE LUX SOLIS WASN’T THE LUX SOLIS. An aged man sits dreaming before the fire. His hair is gray, his face is wrinkled, and his hands tremble, but his eyes still retain their old-time brightness. He is the John Hagy of long ago. Suddenly a door opens and a group of children run in. “Tell us a story, Grandpa!’’ they shout. “Eh—what?” The old man is startled. “Tell you a story? Well, well, let me see. Oh, yes! Did I ever tell you about the time the Lux Solis wasn’t the Lux Solis?” “No, Grandpa, tell us that. What is the Lux Solis?” The old man relaxes in his chair. His eyes grow dreamy, but his voice is steady as he tells the story. “A long time ago, when I was a little lad not much older than you, we had a Lux Solis in our High School. The Lux Solis was a candlestick bearing the class colors of every class that had held it. Each Senior class presented it to the coming Senior class at the Junior-Senior reception. It was the duty of the class to whom it was presented to hold it during the following year until reception time came again. If any other class should get that Lux Solis, the Seniors would have to pay the penalty of entertaining the class which had gained possession of it. Of course, all of the other classes were always all het up to get that Lux Solis away from the Seniors. “Well, this year that I have in mind was when I was a Junior back in ’30. The Seniors had given the Lux Solis to Joner Brown—you’ve heard of Joner. He’s that famous lawyer down to Toulon that never won a case. Well, as I started to say, Joner Brown had the Lux Solis. Came a night

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March, Nineteen Thirty 9 glanced up and then rubbed his hand wearily over his eyes. “ ‘I wonder what was in that lemonade Thelma gave me,’ he muttered. Now what do you suppose was the matter? Why, there stood Woody Dillon and Philip Pyle in the balcony waving the Lux Solis! “Well sir, the Seniors puzzled over that thing for weeks. They couldn’t persuade the Juniors to tell them how they got that thing out of there. To this day, they are still wondering. To them that is only another of the mysteries of the year of ’30, the year of the forty-seven sheriffs of Stark county. That was the queerest year. Why, even-------- “But Grandpa, how did they get that Lux Solis?” “Why didn’t I tell you? They had been planning that stunt for weeks. Some one had fastened a tiny piece of iron to the top of that Lux Solis and they drew the thing up the chimney with a powerful magnet. I never could understand why the Seniors didn’t guess it. But then, the Juniors always were smarter than the Seniors.” “Tell us another story, Grandpa.” “No, not tonight. Now clear out of here, and leave me alone!” The children run away, the door closes softly, and the old man is left alone. He smiles gently as he looks into the fire as if he were thinking of happy times. The shadows fall, and the old man falls asleep to dream of the time when he was the young John Hagy. Elizabeth Tomlinson. THE ADVENTURES OF A RADICAL. He was very small, so small, in fact, that I couldn’t see him even with the most powerful microscope there is. Consequently, we have to take all that he does almost for granted, but these theories, as they are called, seem to bear out in experimental work. We find that everything is made up of small particles called molecules, which, in turn, are composed of atoms. The atoms are the smallest part of a substance that have anything to do with chemical reaction, and when they enter into chemical combination, they are not changed permanently, for by various methods, any substance which is made up of two or more different elements may be broken down into its component parts. But these tiny atoms are sometimes combined in such a way that they act as one; such a combination is called a radical. One illustration of a radical is the nitrate radical, the formula of which is N03. It is composed of one atom of nitrogen, and one of oxygen. This radical may enter into chemical combination with many different elements, and with a few other radicals. Well, Bill was a sulphate radical. He was one of a great many million other sulphate radicals, and he was in a jar in the Chemistry laboratory of T. T. H. S. Bill’s mate in the molecule of the sulphuric acid of which he was a part, was Henry, commonly known as hydrogen, and the formula of the molecule was H2S04, there being two Henrys to balance the one Bill. One day Bill was quietly dozing in his jar, for sulphuric acid is a very