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

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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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6 March, Nineteen Thirty forced us as well as the rest of the royal family to leave the palace of luxury. They surrounded our carriage on the way to the Tuileries in Paris with men carrying the heads of two guards whom they had killed. Then came the Fench revolution. Before 1791 I had tried to convince the King that we ought to flee from Paris where everything was one grand fight. He was opposed to the things that were happening, so he finally consented in June, 1791. Louis XVI dressed up as a valet and I disguised myself as a lady of Russia thinking that no one would recognize us. Everything went along successfully until we arrived at a little village called Var-ennes. There somebody recognized us: The government at Paris sent commissioners after us and we had to go back to Paris. As we passed through the city of Paris, nobody showed any respect toward us. This had been a terrible few days for me. My hair was now quite white, and I looked to be a woman twenty years older than I had the week before. In the month of August, 1792, the Tuileries was attacked. At this time the Commune of Paris was trying people. They were always sentenced to death and killed at the guillotine. Now, the Commune imprisoned the King and me in an old fortress called the Temple. The Jacobins, a political club in the year of 1793, wanted to hang the King without a trial. He was given a trial though and hung in January. The poor King died an honorable death. Before he died, he told the people that he hadn’t done what he was accused of doing. In 1793 people were still being killed on the guillotine. I was now being brought to trial in October. The judges were moved to sympathy by what I said to them and the trial was soon over although it seemed like years. As I stood under the guillotine, I tried to be brave. Just as they were about to pull the fatal rope, I heard something. I seemed to fall about a foot, and I woke up rubbing my eyes. My mother stood over me putting forth all her efforts to shake me out of sleep. “Mildred, if you don’t get ready in fifteen minutes now, you’ll be late for glee club. I’ve tried every little while for the last half hour to waken you.” And when I looked at the clock, I found that she was right —Mildred Ham. A TRIP TO THE MOON. It is a Sunday morning of the year 1985. Papa Brown, his wife, and four children have decided to take a little outing in the family rocket plane. So they go out to the back yard with a lunch that Mrs. Brown has fixed, and they get in the plane and start off. From the very beginning the loving wife makes a nuisance of herself by her back-seat flying. But, being a brave man by nature and inured to such hardships by habit, father flies on with not so much as a glance in her direction. “Now, John, do be careful. You must go slower. I can see that airspeed indicator right now, and you are going over a hundred thousand miles an hour! Do slow down !” Two hundred and eighty thousand miles of this. Small wonder that

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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