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

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1931 volume:

Zbe XEolo publisbeb b£ members of tbe Junior Class flDarcb 19 3 1 March, Nineteen Thirty-one 3 Un fIDemonam ibden flDarsball 1913-1931 “Undaunted by the clouds of fear, Undazzled by a happy day, She made a Heaven about her here, And took how much! with her away.' March, Nineteen Thirty-one 4 GLADYS DENNIS, Editor-in-Chief. GILBERT GERARD, WILLIAM MCCLELLAN, Assistant Editors. LEE BURKEY, GLENN MCMULLEN, KATHERINE GOODWIN, SARAH PAGE, Literature. CARL WILLIAMS, ARTHUR RUSSEL, Athletics. LOIS PETERSON, ORVILLE WHITTAKER, GORDON SWANGO, HARRY SWANK, Humor and Features. LUCILLE FRITZ, GENEVIEVE CINNAMON, WILLIAM JACKSON, School Activities. JEWELL TYLER, Sponsor. J. P. BODINE, bonny mckenzie, MARIE MCMULLEN, Typists. Uitrrarg 6 March, Nineteen Thirty-one lia i i i i ■ i a ............................................................................................................ mu ■ ■ ■ ■ i mu.....................a ■ a ■ ■ a ■ ■ ■ ■ a i ■■■■■• i i ■ i i i i i i i i ■ i ■ i i i i i i i i i i i ■ i i i ■ i ■ i i ■ a ■■ i i ■ i i ■ ■ ■ ■ i YOU DON’T KNOW? ADMIT IT AND FIND OUT. Once I heard about a great scientist who modestly replied to a question on his own subject, “I don’t know.” He was praised because of his humility. There are times when to admit that one does not know, is wise and necessary. Certainly it is better in many instances to admit that you don’t know and openly seek information, than to pretend an understanding which you don’t have, and later make a blunder. Don’t be willing to say, “I don’t know” more than once. Find out what you can, guess what you must, but don’t always answer, “I don’t know.” —Lois Peterson. A RAINY DAY. At day-break the sky was full of floating clouds. In the east the big sun shone dimly through a mist, and sent its red rays far up into the sky, but it was soon hidden under the fast gathering clouds. In a short time the blue sky had disappeared from sight. A slow drizzling rain set in, the cattle gathered under the shelter of an old oak tree; the birds hushed their singing and all was silent save for the slow pat-pat of the raindrops. During the greater part of the day the dark clouds hung very low. At frequent intervals they grew somewhat lighter and the rain came more slowly, but soon they would take their former appearance and again the rain came faster. Toward sunset the clouds began to break and once more the sun shone down upon the earth, but just for a few moments for it was soon lost below the horizon. At dusk there was a heavy mist and through it bright lights twinkled in the neighboring farmhouses. —Sarah Page. WHAT HAVE YOU ACCOMPLISHED THIS YEAR? Can you study? By this I mean can you study systematically? Are you able to study without much time wasted in preparation? We should accomplish this in a short time. “Practice makes perfect”—so practice studying. Above everything have your mind on your work! When you read—think—and record it, then it will be easily remembered. After studying, can you recite well in class? Without any nervousness, are you able to face a class and tell what you know? We should if we have studied well. We should know our subject so thoroughly that we could talk without any hesitation. In class, we should not dispute any one’s word although we do not believe it. Use manners everywhere! Are you courteous at a school party? We should always be courteous to each other as well as to the hosts. At the close of such a party every- March, Nineteen Thirty-one 7 one should thank the teacher that assisted in giving us such a nice entertainment. Outside of school, have you acquired the ability to be a good sport? We should be polite to the visiting school. We are proud of our school, aren’t we? Of course, so why not show others what a wonderful student-body we have. If we lose a basketball or football game, be a good sport and congratulate the opposing side. —Gladys Dennis. 111 i i ■ i i i iiiiMiiiiiiii i i i 1111111111i t i i h i ■ iii ■111111111111111111111111 i ii ii i i i i i i iii i ■ i miniiii h i iii iCttniu then tljiiarlf Pminute not to Bran Uiljr jirojirr eluiig of manhiiti) ia matt.” HI I. ■ I II IIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIII l: I' 11111111 ■ I I ■' ■ I III I I 1111111111 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I. I I I I I I I CHARM— 1. How courteous are you to people whom you do not like? 2. How well can you control your temper? 3. How well can you carry on an argument without getting angry ? 4. How good is your sense of humor? 5. How intelligently and agreeable can you talk on subjects that interest others, but not yourself? DISPOSITION— 1. How free are you from jealousy? 2. How well can you take a joke on yourself? 3. How likely are you to forgive and forget? 4. How lightly do you take your troubles, or do you enjoy telling others what a hard time you have expecting them to feel sorry for you ? 5. How willingly will you admit your wrongs? SPORTSMANSHIP— 1. How sincerely can you congratulate the winner of a game you have lost? 2. How far can you be trusted to keep a secret or a promise? 3. How free are you from bearing long grudges against people for petty arguments ? 4. How willingly will you try new methods of doing things? 5. How unwilling would you be to cheat in cards if you thought no one was looking? EFFICIENCY— 1. How capable are you for getting work done on scheduled time? 2. How ambitious are you for making self improvements? 3. How calmly can you meet a sudden change in plans? 4. How seldom do you put off things until tomorrow? COMMON SENSE— 1. How free are you from following the latest foolish fads? 2. How frequently do you give reasons for things you do? 3. How free are you from doing things that annoy others? 4. How much of the time do you act naturally? Or do you put on airs to impress strangers? —Lois Peterson. 8 March, Nineteen Thirty-one in i i i ii ■ i i i ilium 1111111111111111111111 a mu ■ ii a i i mini a a a a a imam am a a imamm am i iinimm iniiiiiiiiii i WDi© ttCimows? iiiimmiimmammiiiiiiiimmi'iimmiimiiiiiiimmiimimiimamiim lima a a a iniiiiiii a ■ iniiiiiiiiii ■ irminitiiiiim i 'iniiiiiiiiii Several years ago, while on my first trip to India for the company I represent, I had the opportunity of hearing one of the strangest tales I have ever heard. The second day out, through loneliness, I was driven to seek the companionship of a few casual acquaintances I had on board. They were all congenial, good-natured fellows so we spent much time lounging and visiting on the deck. The next afternoon in the midst of some heated discussion a young man strolled by. Now there was nothing extraordinary in this except that the large sparkling ring on his finger drew my attention almost involuntarily. At the time I thought nothing of the incident except that I expressed the opinion that the young man used poor taste in wearing such a gaudy ring. He strolled by several times, and at last I asked my companions who the gentleman was. My nearest comrade leaned over and whispered that he v'as an English millionaire, George K. Huntington, around whose birth and family there rested a sort of cloud. He said that the millionaire went to India annually on some mission, but what it was, my companion didn’t say, either because he didn’t care to relate or didn’t know. That evening I got my first good look at Huntington’s ring. Now I have been a collector of rings and I knew at a glance that it was a very valuable and ancient oriental ring. On looking closer I noted that it was in shape of half a heart. Immediately I began speculating as to how Huntington could have gained possession of it. I was so interested in the ring that I forgot where I was and my situation. When I looked up Huntington wras staring at me. He instantly smiled and turned it off by saying, “Odd ring, isn’t it? Ever see one like it before?” Trying to hide my embarrassment on thinking it would make my blunder of staring at the ring more excusable, I answered, “Yes.” The moment I said it I regretted it, but nothing could be done because I wouldn’t admit that I had lied. Shortly after I had retired to my stateroom I was aroused by a knock at my stateroom door. It was a messenger saying Mr. Huntington wished to see me in his stateroom at once. I had a thousand visions of his finding out I had lied to him. I reluctantly plodded to his cabin and entered with a feeling that I might never come out alive. We sat down and he abruptly asked me where I had seen that ring before. I had to admit that I had never seen it and explained as best I could. This open confession of my foolishness won his confidence, and without further delay, he plunged into a narrative that he seemed anxious to get off his mind. He began in an eager tone: “I have been told that I was born in India, but I only remember living March, Nineteen Thirty-one 9 in northern England with a person who claimed to be my great aunt. We never had callers and I never had a playmate. We lived apart from the world. But one night during my eighth year, this sort of life came to an abrupt close. “All that day the house seemed filled with a weird confusion. My aunt went about with a grave look on her face, but also seemed resigned to some almost inevitable fate. She acted particularly anxious about me and more than once looked at the ring that I wore on a silken cord about my neck. I have it on my finger now; I’ve worn it ever since I can remember. “That night I heard an awful scream from her bedroom and tremblingly crept in to find my sole protector dead—with a knife sticking stiffly in her breast. “I didn’t understand what it all meant and with childish sobs crawled into bed beside her and gazed into her wild staring eyes imploring her to answer me. I lay huddled beside her until morning and then went to a nearby farm and told them that I was running away because my aunt would neither talk to me nor move. “They immediately guessed the trouble and did what they could. “This aunt left her fortune to her own heir—me. I was placed in a boarding school first; then I went to Eton and later to Oxford. “Many nights during my boarding I have been awakened by the feeling that some one was tugging at my ring. When I finished school I conceived the idea to get the other half of my ring (which I naturally supposed was in existence). I vaguely felt that finding of my ring w'ould tell me who my father was and explain a few questions concerning my real identity. “Well, anyway, one evening last year as I was strolling in Calcutta 1 began to feel that I was being followed and several times I turned to see who it was. Each time I saw no one but was firmly convinced that I was being followed by the sound of scurrying footsteps. “Just as I was entering my apartment I heard several shrieks and a distinctly loud groan. I ran to the scene of confusion and found an elderly Englishman lying on his back with an ivory handled dagger in his heart. “The whole scene struck me as familiar. At first I wondered why but when I took a close look at the dagger I remembered all. The dagger was an exact replica of the one that killed my aunt. The body was lying in almost identically the same posture. “By this time a crowd of natives and a few white men had gathered around and I, being a physician, took sort of unofficial charge of the whole affair. I went through the man’s pockets and began to examine his body for jewelry, money, etc. I looked on his left hand and saw a large ring completely covered with blood. It looked as if the assailant had apparently been trying to get the ring off, by severing the finger from the hand, when he was forced to flee. “I took his belongings home with me intending to turn them over to 10 March, Nineteen Thirty-one the authorities in due time. At that time I didn’t know who were the officers and didn’t trust native policemen with these valuables. “I washed the ring off, and found to my astonishment that it was the mate (the other half) of my ring. I then eagerly examined the few letters I had taken from the body in hopes that they would throw some light on this matter. “At first I looked through several unimportant letters concerning a trip to Northern India. At last I found what I wanted—a letter never posted and addressed to a brother in Scotland. It read: “ ‘Dear John: “ ‘It seems as if the net of these religious fanatics is closing in on me. 1 feel I haven’t much time left here. You remember William Berton for whom I worked, about twenty-five years ago? Well, once while he was traveling in northern India for the government we discovered far up in the hills a secluded secret temple of a very cruel, zealous cult. He, against my wishes, lay in ambush near by until night had fallen. Then he stole into this temple out of curiosity and love of adventure. “ ‘He became engrossed in two beautiful rings he saw on each side of an altar or shrine. He decided to take these for souvenirs. But a priest caught him in the act of stealing the valuable sacred relics and tried to run for help, but Berton, to keep from having these howling fanatics down on him killed the priest with a small ivory handled dagger he always carried. “ ‘We escaped but from that time on we were hunted secretly by members of this cult. They swore to kill (with replicas of the knife he used in killing their priest) all who were in any way connected with him and to regain the sacred rings. “ ‘Now the very day this happened his son was born in Calcutta, so when he got there he put one ring on a silken cord about the child’s neck as a good luck charm. (But all mortals who wore these rings were cursed, according to tradition). “ ‘A week later his wife died and he lost his job. He sent his baby son to England to live with an aunt. During all this, it must be remembered, he wore the other ring. “ ‘A month later he strolled into his library, screamed, and was dead. I rushed in just in time to see a figure in oriental dress leap through the window. I examined poor Berton to see what had happened. He lay on the floor with his very own dagger, with which he had killed the priest, sticking in his breast, in exactly the place he had stabbed the priest. The finger on which he wore that accursed ring was badly mutilated as if the murderer had tried to remove the ring by chopping off his finger. “ ‘Poor Berton died without a penny, and I received the ring as back pay. And I had earned it! “ ‘About eight years later I read in a London paper about the mysterious death of Berton’s aunt, who had taken his son. The paper said she had been stabbed by an ivory handled dagger. The members of the Temple March, Nineteen Thirty-one 11 were never still, I could plainly see. Several times I have been attacked by them but escaped brutally. “ ‘I have been wearing this ‘earned ring’ ever since Berton was killed, but have suffered so much ill luck that I have determined to try to find young Berton, get his ring, (my ring’s mate) and try to return them to the Temple. Maybe this will end the curse upon me and anyone connected with Berton. “ ‘Your affectionate brother, “ ‘JOHN K. “ ‘P. S. I think I saw the other ring on a young man here the other day. I’m going to make sure, because I know where he stays. I am going to try to get it from him peaceably, but if he’s a real Berton I’ll have to kill him to get it. I’ll even do that if I must.’ ” After hearing this strange story from Huntington (or young Berton) 1 asked to see both rings. He put his other hand on the table and there gleamed the mate to the one that caused me so much embarrassment. I then asked if he intended to right the wrong done to his father and return the rings to the rightful owner. He set his jaw and said, “No, I’m not. I guess we paid enough for them. I’ll keep them till I die.” As we strolled out upon the moonlit deck, each glittered in the tropical moonlight as I had never seen them before. I thought to myself as we watched the water swish by, “Be careful, my stubborn friend.” Three days later, as I sat in a hotel in Calcutta I read a leading English newspaper and I saw the following article at the bottom corner of one page: “Geo. K. Huntington, well known English millionaire, was found dead in a dark street today by a native policeman. It seems that two fingers, one on each hand, were missing.” ST. PATRICK’S DAY. Agnes Malone was an Irish girl. She loved Ireland as all Irish people do. She would celebrate on St. Patrick’s day. Her mother said she could have a party. “Let’s see, I’m going to invite Kathryn, Lois, Marie, Ruth an--” “Hurry Agnes, it’s time you were off to school,” said her mother. “Good-bye, mother,” called Agnes. Days passed. St. Patrick’s day at last was here. Nearly every one of the students wore green that day. “I don’t see why we have to go to school today,” whispered Agnes to her neighbor, Gordon. “Who does?” replied Gordon. It was time for classes. On her way she heard this conversation: “What dress are you going to wear to Agnes’s party?” asked Lois. “Heavens, I don’t know, my green one perhaps,” replied Kathryn. “Girls, don’t you detest Algebra and Geometry?” “That stuff does give me pains. I always have hated it,” replied Lois. 12 March, Nineteen Thirty-one Both had long faces when Agnes spoke. “Heavens sake, girls, why the long faces? This is St. Patrick’s day. You oughta be glad?” “She’s Irish, that’s why she’s so happy,” whispered Lois. - “You bet I’m Irish, sure, and I’m glad I am,” replied Agnes. “I’d like to know why,” asked Bonny, a new comer to the group. “I’m proud of St. Patrick. Sure and he was a good man,” responded Agnes. “What did he ever do?” asked Rosy Ann, who had joined the group. “Don’t any of you know?” “No.” “Why, he charmed the snakes of Ireland by his music so that they followed him to the sea shores and were drowned. You see, my friends, Romans and Countrymen, I must have gotten a little Julius Caesar in that, didn’t I? Well, you see, he drove all the snakes clear out of Ireland. Sure and he did just that.” “That’s a laugh on you Agnes. I just read in Believe It or Not that a snake was found in Ireland. Two little children were playing in their flower garden and they saw a snake. I guess St. Patrick isn’t so wonderful.” This was Lois who spoke. “Oh no? Well I don’t believe it.” “Let me tell you it is true,” retorted Lois. “Yes, and another thing. St. Patrick was captured by Pirates from Ireland and carried away to an island, where he had to tend sheep.” This was Kathryn who spoke. “I don’t see where he was such a great man or saint or something.” “Well, let me tell you this. All of you! He was a venerable man. Do you want to know why? Many of his relics were held sacred for a thousand years, and in the Reformation some were destroyed. Sure and St. Patrick was a fine man. Another thing my fair friends, his bell is said to be in the Museum of Arts and Sciences in Dublin. There now, what do you think of dear old St. Patrick?” concluded Agnes. “Well, if all you said is true—not about the snakes tho, because Lois read it wasn’t so—as I was saying, if it is true, he was OK. But then you can’t tell what will happen—since it’s in the spring,” replied Rosy Ann. Ding! Ding! The last bell rang for classes. All these girls were late for classes and the traffic cop took down their names. As a result of their St. Patrick’s talk they all had to wash windows for being late to class and holding a conversation in the hall. —K. Goodwin. REMEMBER—ETIQUETTE EVERYWHERE! Most pupils practice high school etiquette to a certain extent but probably not enough. When a student is talking to a teacher either in class, in the halls, or on the street he should be very respectful. In our own High School we have heard some students call the teacher by “hey.” Why not call them by name? I believe most of them have names. Imag- March, Nineteen Thirty-one 13 ine how you would feel if they yelled “hey” at you. Some students try to escape walking with their teacher for fear they will make a mistake in English while they are talking. I don’t believe any teacher is watching you this closely, so why not be more friendly with your teachers. There are many things that we might remember while on the school grounds. If we throw paper around the school ground and cut across the yard so that we wear a path in the grass, do you think people will give our school a high rating? After many of the football games we find the campus full of paper, but let us hope that this is not done by any of our students. It would be a good plan, I think, to have some of the students pick up this paper as a traffic cop penalty. When there are parties in the gymnasium often some of the boys kick the candy boxes around the gym. We all know that these boys know better, but why do you suppose they insist upon doing it? Do they call it fun or do they just like to see how' much of a disturbance they can make? In my opinion I think they do it because they believe it to be funny. Many students come into the class rooms or assembly and slam their books on the desk. Sometimes this may be done unconsciously but in most cases I think people do it either to be smart or to let people know that they have arrived. Also before the teacher gets in the room the class members talk loudly. I believe that it is perfectly all right to talk if you talk low. I think a person should leave the tops of the desks as clean as he finds them. It does not improve the looks of the schoolroom any if the desks are littered with papers. If you wish to use the telephone and someone else is talking don’t stand and yell at him or her to hurry. Especially if some older person is using the phone we should go out of the office and wait outside. However, if you are using the phone and someone else is waiting, you should hurry and not talk as long as you possibly can. As we all know, it is not proper to chew gum in public, but still some of us do it. No one iikes to see gum in the water fountain or to step in some and certainly it doesn’t improve our school’s rating any to see gum lying around. If you go to a football game and are buying something at a stand, always be courteous to those who are waiting on you. It isn’t polite to keep yelling and screaming at them. They will wait on you as soon as they get around to it. Probably the longer you yell the longer it will be before you are waited on. I would also class good sportsmanship under school etiquette. I don’t call it good etiquette for one to go to a ball game and continually jeer at the players or the opposing school. If they make fun of your team I would say to defend your team but not to make fun of them. Show them that you are an example of your school and that it is not that kind. In my opinion no one can live this life successfully and escape the practice of good etiquette. —L. Fritz. 14 March, Nineteen Thirty-one WHAT IS TRUE HAPPINESS? Happiness is a condition which can not be purchased. Can we have true happiness and still have very little money? Yes! A rich person is not always happy. Smiles bring happiness. If one sees a very lonely and poor person he thinks, “Oh! If I only had some money I could give him, but I haven’t any.” Then a queer little voice whispers, “Oh yes, you can give him something. You can give him a friendly smile.” Then if that person will smile at someone else and that somebody will smile at the next person, soon everybody will be smiling and everyone will be happy. You will be the nappiest because you will know that everyone was made happy by your smile. “Something each day—a smile; It is not much to give, But the little deeds of life Make happy the days we live. The world has dreary hearts That we can bless and cheer, And a smile for every day Makes happiness all the year.” Kind deeds and kind words bring happiness to the giver and to the receiver. To be happy one must play fair. You and I are not happy if we cheat or get what we want by means of unfair play. The sincere and fair playing person is the happiest—first, because he has more friends, and second, because he knows he has done right. If we would only help the unfortunate we would be happy. We should not think, “Thank God, I am not as others.” After all, true happiness comes to us if we make others happy. It has been proved, but let us prove it too. —K. Goodwin. OWNERSHIP. Take Care Of Your Personal Property. When you scratch on your desks, kick the plaster off the wall in the locker rooms, and throw your library books around, do you realize that you are destroying your own personal property? We don’t realize this. Our parents pay taxes to keep the building up and the more we destroy the more taxes they have to pay. We should be proud of our school and do our best to keep it looking nice. We should never write on the walls in the halls, or play basketball on the gym floor without tennis-shoes, or be careless with equipment in the science laboratories. Avoid throwing paper on the school campus. Just remember that a waste paper basket is in every classroom. In other words, let us all take care of our school property. —William McClellan. Clubs 16 March, Nineteen Thirty-one THE LIFE HISTORY OF A CACTUS. A lonely little Cactus stood in Miss Oehmke’s classroom. He was a dear kindly little fellow who basked under the kindly gaze of Miss Oehmke day by day. But even this didn’t suffice to keep him from longing for his native, beautiful (dusty, sandy, and full of rattlesnakes) desert in Arizona. One day as he was standing disgustedly on Miss Oehmke’s desk he heard it whispered that the Science Club was going to have a party. Now this Club is noted for being the most refined and orderly one in school. When they had parties they were very proper and obedient so “Jimmy Boy” (his name) looked forward to the party with keen anticipation—only to have his hopes shattered when Miss Oehmke, before going home, locked him in the book case! At seven, the little boys and girls began to arrive and the new members who were to be initiated were put into Miss Oehmke’s room. Jimmy Boy could see through the glass door of his prison. Merry children were romping all over the room. He cried to be out with them, but no one heeded him until a handsome fellow opened the book case and gave him a playful cuff that knocked him over. He lay there till morning and then Miss Oehmke found him in this unbecoming position. She promptly returned him to his former seat of importance on the desk before the class. Several days later the class passed to the board at Miss Oehmke’s command. Little did she realize what that little incident meant or she would never have made the request. On passing to their seats one of the most vicious boys in the class struck the little plant a willing blow. The little plant sank to the floor in the most unceremonious and unromantic manner, (32 ft. per second) and was soon lying in a shattered heap upon the floor. (Several other villains laughed in fiendish glee). The villain, repenting his sin, lifted the broken body back onto the table and joined in mourning with Miss Oehmke. Even the French class has never seemed the same since. March, Nineteen Thirty-one 17 THE GLEE CLUB. The musical club of the school is the Glee Club. The girls meet with Miss Ashley every Tuesday morning at eight o’clock, and the boys meet with Miss Ashley every Thursday morning at eight o’clock. On Friday morning both the Girls’ Glee Club and the Boys’ Glee Club meet with Miss Ashley at eight o’clock. No one is required to take glee club, but many do in order to receive the one-fourth credit that is allowed each year. Others take Glee Club because they enjoy singing. The members of the club are: Girls’ Glee Club. Pauline Addis Alice Alldredge Sarah Biederbeck Donna Bodine Wava Carter Dorothy Chamberlain Pauline Crow Ruth Crow Virginia Davis Maxine DeMent Carolyn Ann Downend Carmen Egbert LaVonne Gelvin Josephine Jackson Ben Kerns Marcia Jackson Ralph Mahany Agnes Malone Lester Morrell Bonnie McKenzie Harold McMillen Lucille McMillen Robert McRell Jean Montooth Floyd McRell Olive Montooth Joe Nicholson Martha Packer Floyd Norman Betty Newman Art Russel Lois Peterson George Slygh Mildred Price Dale Smith Pauline Price Clyde St. John Dorothy Plotner Fred St. John Josephine Pyle Harry Swank Ruthe Pyle Dale Turner Eleanor Rist Cecil Whittaker Virginia Slygh Orville Whittaker THE SENIOR BOYS’ CLUB. This year the Senior Boys’ Club has been studying public speaking. All members have had to give a talk and read poetry before the club in order to get more expression in their speaking. Mr. Hartley is the advisor. Dorothy Talbert Emily Wasson Dorothy Winans Gladys Worley Doris Malone Boys’ Glee Club. Delbert Alldredge Leigh Beamer Walter Carter Gilbert Crow Earl Day Raymond Egbert Brady Ham William Jackson 18 March, Nineteen Thirty-one ••• ••• • D9111] Bfewa NAME NICK NAME HOBBY 20 March, Nineteen Thirty-one THE SENIOR GIRLS’ CLUB. The Senior Girls’ Club consists of all the girls of the Senior class. A certain Junior boy said that all the pretty girls belong to this Girls’ Club. All the girls of the school are looking forward to belonging to the club so they can take charge of the meetings and join in the discussions they have, because they are so interesting. Miss Silliman is the advisor. HIKING CLUB. Pauline Addis is the President of this club and Katherine Goodwin is the Secretary and Treasurer. All members are required to walk one mile each day. Every so often they take a five mile hike. So far they have only taken four hikes this year. Several girls belong to the club this year. Miss Dewey is the sponsor. Cards are marked each day. THE HEALTH CLUB. The Health Club is a girls’ club that has been in the High School for a number of years. Any high school girl may belong to the Health Club if she wishes, but it isn’t required. The club is organized to protect the health of the girls. There are several health rules to be followed. A card, with the rules is given to each member of the club to be checked each day the rules are obeyed. Each card has enough space for six weeks. The officers of the Health Club are: President, Wilna Fritz. Secretary and Treasurer, Vera Heaton. The faculty member in charge is Miss Chase. Several times during the year a meeting of the Club is held. A program is given to all the girls of the High School. THE SCIENCE CLUB. The Science Club is organized to stimulate an interest in Science. Every year about fifteen new members are elected. A party to initiate them was held in February. The following are new members: Harry Swank, Marjorie O’Keefe, Otis Chaudoin, Philip Pyle, Martha Packer, Glen McMullen, Mary Griffith, Wil-na Fritz, Carolyn Ann Downend, Josephine Pyle, Ruth Pyle, Madden Ber-gin, Kathleen Bergin, Sam Bergin, Leigh Beamer, Arthur Russell and Junior Kerns. The old members are: William McClellan, Virginia Davis, Pauline Price, Betty Price, Robert Griffith, Dorothy Puckett, Elizabeth Tomlinson, Eleanor Rist, Emmet Fennell, Brady Ham, Elizabeth Newton, Virginia Burkey, Carl Williams, Gilbert Gerard, Lee Burkey, William Dewey, Vera Heaton, Darlene Sundquist, Lois Peterson and Pauline Addis. Mr. McCullough is the advisor. President, Virginia Burkey. Vice-President, Carl Williams. Secretary-treasurer, Virginia Davis. March, Nineteen Thirty-one 21 SERVICE CLUB. Virginia Davis is the President and Secretary. The members of the Service Club are performing their duties which help to keep our school neat, clean and orderly. Cards are given to each member and marked each day when she has done her duty. Miss Oehmke is in charge of this club. PHYSICAL TRAINING CLUB. Louise Kilby is the President, and Bonny McKenzie is Secretary and Treasurer. This club meets the fourth period every Friday. Miss Wood is in charge. They take exercises, play baseball, games, and basketball. Cards are marked each day. ----------------------- THE LATIN CLUB. So far this year the Latin Club has done nothing. They had one meeting to elect officers and they are planning on a meeting soon to plan something. Miss Oehmke is the advisor. President, Betty Price. Vice-president, Virginia Burkey. Secretary-treasurer, Virginia Slygh. FACULTY AND STUDENT MY’S. My cactus plant.........................Miss Oehmke My Dorothy.....................................Johnny My wrist watch ..........................Ruthe Pyle My Science Club......................Mr. McCullough My football boys..................................Mr. Askew My good grades...................................Dale Turner My adding machine.................................Mr. Hartley My diamond ..........................Florence Ogburn My yellow notebook .....................Miss Silliman My dancing .............................Eleanor Burch My neat Algebra papers ...................Miss Dewey My girl friends .........................Brady Ham My ability to talk fast......................Virginia Burkey My Wethersfield ring .........................Kathryn Burcham My figure .............................Marvin Hollars My curly hair...........................Lee Burkey My pocketbook ..........................Miss Chase My themes ................................Miss Tyler My ability to dance.....................Walter Carter My Brimfield girl friends.............. Virgil Ham My red hair ............................Agnes Malone Our candy ................................The Juniors Our rings ................................The Seniors Our basketball team ..............................The Freshmen My ability to type......................J. P. Bodine My beauty .........................Sarah and Frances My car .................................Miss Silliman And my cax% too ........................Louise Kilby 22 March, Nineteen Thirty-one IIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIIIIlMlllllllllIhlllll llt|ll|l(|lllllllll!ll!lltl|lllll|l!lll|!l|tl| rlllllllllllllltllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllilllllllllllllll ©Mr Mew IPncilMre Madfome in i i i i i i i i i i mu i ii iimu i ii i i ■ i i ■ i i iinni;mi■ ■ ■ ilium i i i i ii mu i i mi i mmmmi i i i i Ladies and Gentlemen: The Tolo Theatre takes great pleasure in an- nouncing the new picture machine recently bought by the management. We now plan to show the best, high class pictures in town. We are booked for the following attractions this month. Don’t fail to see them! Ladies admitted free. Coming Attractions. A Devil with the Women ............Billie Humphrey High Society Blues ....................Rebecca Shinn Animal Crackers......Walter Carter, Emmet Fennell, Charlie Church and Jack St. John Safety in Numbers ......................Brady Ham Let Us Be Gay........George Slygh and Harold Church Big Boy ................................Dale Smith Bad Man .............................Robert Griffith Ladies Love Brutes . .Glade Grubb and Gordon Swango The Spoilers...........Dale Robbins and Donald Hill Afraid of Love ........................Mary Griffith Check and Double Check. .. .Pauline Price and Mildred Price Heads Up ...............................Bob Mahany The Dancers . .. .Sarah Biederbeck and Frances Titlow The Life of the Party ..............Carolyn Downend Only Saps Work ..............................William McClellan The Silent Enemies ..........................Traffic Cops Maybe It’s Love ...............................Cecil Whittaker Dangerous .....................................Donna Bodine Anybody’s War................6th Hour Caesar Class The Man Who Came Back...........Walter Fell and Otis Chaudoin (Big) Feet First................................John Wright Dynamite............Raymond Egbert and Vera Heaton Going Wild......................................Otis Brown Reaching for the Moon............Mr. McCullough and Science Club Reducing ...........Mildred Ham and Bertha Gerard Her Man .......................................Olive Montooth Lightnin’ ....................................Harold McMillan Men Call it Love.................................Ben Kerns Oh! For a Man ................Virgie Mae Thompson Jonesy ..........................................Mr. Jones Sous Les Foits De Paris..............French II Class v 11 , 24 March, Nineteen Thirty-one Tlhe TdjfldD ©amwafl The Tolo Carnival was held in the High School gymnasium Wednesday evening, February 4. The program started at 7.15 and continued until midnight. Each class gave a stunt three times during the earlier part of the evening. Before the dance started the usual cake walk was given. Twenty-eight cakes were won by the participants. The dance proved to be a great success. The music was furnished by “Chick” Hurt’s orchestra. Refreshments of sandwiches, pickles, cake, coffee and cocoa were served during the evening in the Domestic Science kitchen. Proceeds of the Tolo Carnival help defray the expenses of publishing the school magazine. The Freshman Stunt. The Freshman stunt was held in the English IV room. The stunt was composed of two short sketches, “The Tragedy of the Light House,” and “The Human Horse, Fatima.” This stunt was given three times. Yvonne Titlow, the mistress of the light house, was stabbed by the villain, Leigh Beamer. Yvonne was found by the master of the light house, Dale Turner. “The Tragedy of the Light House” was in pantomime form. The human horse “Fatima” was much enjoyed by the audience. The horse was asked several questions by the owner, which it answered by stamping its feet. The upper classes wonder who aided the Frehmen compose the last sketch. —Genevieve Cinnamon. The Sophomore Stunt. The Sophomore stunt was given in the sewing room. The name of the stunt was “Arrested for Speeding.” The story takes place in Toulon High School. We find a group of girls talking or studying in one of the rooms. The characters are: Jean Montooth........................Katherine Burcham Mrs. Slygh ....................................Pauline Crowe Maid of the House .............................Darlene Fickling Virginia Burkey...............................Florence Ogburn Betty Price...................................Virginia Slygh Virginia Slygh...................................Betty Price George Slygh ...................................Robert McRell Agnes Malone ............................Isabelle Mehl Mr. Slygh..............................Cecil Whittaker While at school Virginia receives a telegram that her brother George has been arrested for speeding. This makes Mr. Slygh angry. George March, Nineteen Thirty-one 25 leaves home, but goes to see his sister before going west. While George is visiting his sister, she receives a telegram from her father inviting her friends to come to spend the week-end with them. George feels bad because he won’t be home. The girls decide to dress him up as a girl. He is to be a certain Miss Morgan. On the way from the school to Slygh’s house Mr. Slygh is arrested for speeding. After this he regrets that he has sent George away. Virginia then decides to let her father know she has played a joke on him. She says, “I will show you how Miss Morgan looked before she let her hair grow.” With this, she removes Miss Morgan’s hat and wig. Mr. Slygh is glad to have George back home. He decides to forgive his son which makes them all happy. —G. Cinnamon. A Whale of a Time. Cast: Mr. Wilson .......................................Lee Burkey Jack Wilson ....................................Glenn McMullen Betty ...........................................Ruth DeBord Miss................................Katherine Goodwin Mrs. O’Brien....................................Bonny McKenzie Property Managers . . .William McClellan, Harry Swank Everyone who didn’t see Lee Burkey sell shoes missed a good laugh. Mr. Wilson’s motto was “Never Lose a Sale.” What a time he had trying to keep this with his son as a clerk! Just as Jack got all the rules and laws of the business learned a new customer came in who caused him to learn a new one. Some wanted shoes too small and some too big. For some customers Jack believed in woman suffrage and for some he didn’t. Of course he always agreed with the wrong one. What a day for Jack! Who’s a Coward. Bess ..................................Olive Montooth Jimmy ...........................................Cecil Fickling Dippy...........................................Emmett Fennell Who was the coward? Did you come to see? Bess and Jimmy had been married long enough to have a quarrel. Bess read in the paper about a neighboring robbery. She thought Jimmy would be afraid if a robber came there. Of course our brave Cecil wanted to show his bravery. To do this he planned to have his friend come and rob them. Bess alsc made a similar plan to prove that he was a coward. In the meantime who should appear but Dippy, our real robber. He decided he never had such easy “pickin’s.” Both Bess and Jimmy gave him one another’s things. —Lucile Fritz. A BACKWARD STEP. There is an age in our history that has passed forever—an age that we wouldn’t for the world have come back to us—but just the same we like to close our eyes and imagine that we have gone back to it. Yes, 26 March, Nineteen Thirty-one those stirring days during the Age of Slavery are very exciting ones. Let us imagine it is twilight in one of the Southern States. The end of a summer day is drawing near, and the negro slaves have completed a hard day’s work in the cotton fields. This is the only time during the day that the negro can call his own, and no matter how hot the day, or how tiresome the work has been, he is never too tired to enjoy this hour of freedom. The cabins are built in one long row at the back of a typical southern mansion. During the summer months the negroes gather in groups in the pleasant twilight, and we can hear their loud voices talking and laughing at once. Now and then we catch a fragment of the conversation. “Man, I seed a snake in dat dar cotton today what was twenty feet long.” “What day—how long?” “Fibe feet,” said Mose, evidently thinking he had made it sound too large. “Mammy, mammy!” comes a shrill female voice. “Come’ere, Washington. You rascal. What dat you gib Dina?” asked the child’s mother. “Nuffin mammy, I nebber give her nuffin.” “Yes you has—a toad frog chil.’ Jus’ wait till I catches you,” and she gathers the little kinky headed baby in her arms. “Ah, a toad frog can’t hurt nuffin anyhow,” said the little boy as he disappeared behind the cabins. And now we hear the trembly voice of an old man as he slowly rises and tramps off to one of the cabins. “Well, anoder day is jus’ ahead so I specs me better turn in fo’ de night.” In a short time there is dim light glowing in each cabin. Not many of the cabins are darkened until after a prayer is said and a song has been sung. If we creep close to one and peer in at the window, we see an old man kneeling in the corner. Near him is a woman and her baby and scattered about the room are several children. The silence is broken by an awkward but very sincere prayer. “Oh Lord, anoder day am ended and anoder night am come. We am dy chil’en and we want to thank de for dy blessens. Bless massa and missus and all de oder folks in de big house. Watch over us while we sleeps and please don’t let massa sell any ob us, but keep us together for-eber. Amen.” The prayer ends and we hear the low voices of the negroes singing in unison: “I’se bound fo’ de promised land, I’se bound fo’ de promised land. Oh who will come and go with me, I’se bound fo’ de promised land.” As the last words of the song die away, the cabins become silent and one by one the lights disappear, leaving them veiled in a cloud of darkness. A soft breeze rustles through the trees, making a low moaning sound. We will now bid farewell to the darkies and leave them while they are in dreamland. —Sarah Page. March, Nineteen Thirty-one 27 iiiiiii[iMiiiiiiii[iiiii!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii;niiiiiiiHiiianiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiMiiiaiiiiiiiiiMiiiii iiii ' � iiiiniiiiiia It was midnight in the well-guarded tent of Marco Bozzaris. Outside on the damp ground lay captured Greek prisoners. Cne, among the many moaning soldiers, lay quietly, listening to the snores of Bozzaris. Yousuf hated the man, but what could he do? He had lain on the damp, cold ground many hours and his muscles ached from being bound so tightly, but he wouldn’t have long to wait until the binding would be removed. At one o’clock she would be there. Yousuf watched the moon creep, oh, so slowly, across the black sky. It would sink out of sight at 12.30 tonight, she had said. Finally the sickly white moon floated out of sight. He was glad, but what if they were caught? There would be no leniency given to a Greek prisoner, especially if he had escaped with the daughter of a Turkish leader. But why plan for the worst when nothing had happened? Minutes crept by. At last he heard someone stumble, probably some prisoner trying to move. No, it was Acbar. “Yousuf, where are you?” she whispered hoarsely in her Turkish language. “Acbar, no, don’t go that way. Come to the end of the line,” he commanded softly. The tumbling group of wounded Greek prisoners had become silent. Few of them knew the Turkish language, but they understood that something unusual was happening. Women never came to war camps. Acbar reached the excited Yousuf and cut the cords that bound him. He had been in a cramped position for such a long time that is was some time before he could arise, even with Acbar’s assistance. A nearby soldier asked loudly what was happening. Yousuf roughly told him to keep quiet—that he was trying to escape. Several others joined in, saying it wasn’t fair for just one to escape. Couldn’t they all leave? Finally the whole group mumbled among themselves. By that time Acbar and Yousuf had stumbled along the muddy ground until they were beyond hearing distance. They took two horses that were in readiness. A dim light came on within Bozzaris’ tent. Yes, the commotion had aroused the attention of the camp guards. The search would begin almost immediately. If Acbar had been one of humble birth, and Yousuf a plain soldier the hunt would be short, but she was Bozzaris’ daughter, and he, a Greek general. They hurried their horses on as rapidly as possible, but progress was slow in the deep mud. Acbar leaned over her horse and said, “I know of a place where we can stay until the excitement is over. It will be an hour’s ride. Shall we try to make it, or hide in a haystack until day light?” she asked. 28 March, Nineteen Thirty-one “Are you sure it isn’t a longer ride? Can we stay there safely?” “Yes, an old woman will lodge us. I have paid her well, so I am sure she will keep the secret.” “Yes, hurry. Don’t talk. Just ride as fast as possible,” Yousuf commanded. They reached the hut of the old refugee. They were tired after their long ride so she gave Acbar straw to lie upon in the attic. Yousuf stayed outside until daylight watching for his former captors. At daylight the refugee, who proved to have witch-like features, called them to eat. After their very meager breakfast Acbar loitered around the farm, while Yousuf looked and listened in the direction of the camp. Everything that day seemed safe. When night came, they retired after making sure that the doors were well-bolted. Acbar slept soundly, but Yousuf was quite wakeful. It was well that he was so, for a little past midnight he heard the distant sound of hoofs. He was all attention at once and called his co-partner in his escape. They could see the flash of armour by moonlight so they at once knew whom their guests were going to be. Their hostess happened upon them—seemingly from nowhere. She showed them to an underground cave that they did not even suspect was in existence. The door was shut and they could hear the strange woman placing something on it. By this time the soldiers had arrived and let their presence be known by banging the door. Acbar and Yousuf held their breaths in order to hear the conversation between the searchers and the refugee. “Search the house if you don’t believe me!” shrilled the female voice. “We will, lady,” returned the most polite visitors and they did. The couple could hardly stand the strain as they came near their entrance door. The searchers did not find the door. Acbar recognized them as her father’s own guards. They soon left with the threat to murder this witch if she had lied to them. She did not utter a word. After the guards departed, Acbar and Yousuf were let out, but they were on the lookout for the men’s return. They did not come back. The next morning Yousuf suggested that they start on their way and after thanking their benefactor, they left. They did not encounter any officers of either army as they passed a certain place that was supposed to be well-guarded. After traveling five uays they began to feel safer. They were married at Constantinople without elaborate ceremony. Acbar and Yousuf now live in France and are known as Marcelle and Jacques Desmont. —Lois Peterson, Gladys Dennis. THE INQUIRING REPORTER ASKS: Should Boys Take Cooking? Fred St. John: You’re dang tootin’! What if we don’t want to get March, Nineteen Thirty-one 29 married? We can’t afford to buy at restaurants all the time. “Curly” Mahany: We’d better learn how. Girls can’t cook. Elizabeth Newton: Yes. If the man were out of work, he would have to do the housework and cooking1 while the wife did office work. Delbert Alldredge: Sure! Then we won’t have to get married. Katherine Burcham: Yes, when the wife goes to dinner parties he can do the cooking. Betty Price: None of their business what goes on in the kitchen! Raymond Egbert: If you don’t get married you won’t have to support anyone so you’ll have enough money to hire someone to do the cooking. Virgil Ham: We’d better, because if a man gets a wife like Miss Tyler he needs to know how to cook. Should Girls Wear High Heels? Roy Bennett: When walking with a girl your own height it makes her taller than yourself. Aiterwhile she breaks a heel, falls down, and is apt to break her neck. Altogether, I think they’re “okay” though. William McClellan: It’s a long story. Very unattractive according to Einstein and rare ol’ Ben Kerns. If they wear high heels too long they will have hoofs like a cow. Besides injuring their feet, it injures their looks. Orville Whittaker: Sure, if they want to. I’d look alright in them myself, but I won’t wear them because I’m afraid I’d turn my ankle. DR. JONES TALKS TO US. Two talks have been given by Dr. Jones to the school and a few visitors who wished to hear him. One address was on “Left Handedness,” which has been written about in a previous Tolo, and the other was on “Disarmament.” Because of Dr. Jones’ knowledge and ability for speaking, we were glad to have him talk to us. The main thought he brought out was that if all nations had free access to some good sea ports where they wouldn’t be hindered by other people, there would be no need for fear of war again. To illustrate this he showed how Germany, Russia and Italy were shut to themselves while the United States, England, France and Spain have free sea ports. The second illustration was given by showing the evils of inward and outward pressure such as enmity with neighboring countries and crowded population. The last illustration was about having territories to send their people when they are crowded. Dr. Jones concluded his talk by saying that the next war would be fought in the air. —W. Jackson. LANGUAGE ASSEMBLY. Helen Brady was chairman of the assembly put on by the language department. First, by means of posters the Latin I students showed the English words that were formed from Latin prefixes. Marie McMullen read a poem showing the irregularities in the English language. Lois Peterson recited a French poem. Virginia Slygh read us some translation 30 March, Nineteen Thirty-one Irom the great poet, Horace. Virginia Burkey, Elizabeth Newton, Hazel McMullen, Alice Alldredge and Betty Price were in a play entitled “What’s the Use.” Before the play was over they all resolved to take Latin because it helps so much in every lesson. The last feature was a play. The characters were Elizabeth Tomlinson, Eleanor Rist and Rebecca Shinn. This showed us the ways in which Latin helped Eleanor to understand Elizabeth, the one speaking Latin. But poor Rebecca was totally lost in the restaurant. She had had neither Latin nor French. TRUE CONFESSIONS OF SHYLOCK HULMES. I, Shylock Hulmes, do hereby try to set forth a few of the many and mysterious incidents during my long career as a detective, for the approval and entertainment of the public. Early this month I came upon one of the most interesting facts concerning the Toulon High School. As I was walking along the street, a car whizzed by and barely missed me. Immediately I decided to follow this car, hoping to find some consequence of great importance and thereby increase my fame. At this time I was in the employ of the well known Orville Whittaker, to watch Betty Price and see that she went out with no one else other than him. So I also thought I might find Betty in this car. So I mounted my motorcycle and followed them quite easily (owing to the dust they made me eat). 1 had followed them three miles, when I was confronted by a grey Chevrolet coming my way. I suspected this car had a direct connection to the one I was following. As I suspected, this Chevrolet promptly stopped me by edging over until I was pushed into a ditch. I demanded an explanation for such a “high handed act” (monopolized by C. Wood). The occupants of the car got out and they were none other than Lester Morrell, chauffeur; Art Russell, Frances Titlow, Jack St. John and Carolyn Anne Downend. They apologized and even begged me to return to town and play checkers or dominoes with them (imagine) ! At last I realized their motive of getting me back to town. They were trying to keep me from the car I was following—they were shielding someone. They tried many times to detain me but at last I got away (without my beloved motorcycle). I ran thru a farm yard but left a bit faster than I entered because a playful bull-dog seemed to resent my presence. At last after much privation and starvation (these two words are always in good adventure stories) I came back to where I had started. This is because one of my legs walks faster than the other no doubt. Here I found the object of my long search, for in a car sat a couple eating peanuts (no, not a 5c but a 10c sack). As I drew closer I was so astonished and surprised that I fell on the ground (excited from exhaustion or laughter) for in the car sat none other than my good friend Robert (alias Old Hickory) McRell and his friend Wilna Fritz. AthlHira 32 March, Nineteen Thirty-one ll■ll■ll■lllll■M■ll■ll■ll■ll■lllll■ll■lllll■ll■ll■ll■ll■ll■ll■ ■ll■ll■ll■1!■ll■ll■ll■l InllllllllllMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIMIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMItlllilllllllllllllll D930s3Il BaskellbaiDl Seas©® iiiiiaiiiitiiiaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii laiiiiiaiiaiiiiiiiiinaiii iiiiiiiiaiiaiiaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiai aiiatiiiiiiiiiiiiiaiiaitiiiinaiiitii Disaster overtook the most promising basketball team that Toulon has ever put on the floor and turned a possible championship team into a second rate quintet. At the close of the first one-third of the schedule, four out of the five regulars had been lost to the squad through low grades, injuries, etc. Philip Pyle was the lone remaining regular after Virgil Ham, Roy Bennett, Glade Grubb and Woodrow Dillon had been lost, which necessitated moving the second team up to become the first team, and the third team moved up a notch to rate as the second team. Before the shifts were forced upon us the second team had appeared weak and of course appeared weaker against tougher competition when they were asked to take over the first team schedule. However, the boys registered no alibis or complaints and lead by Philip Pyle from his running guard position with his “never-give-up” spirit, the plucky little Scarlet and Black warriors gave all opponents some good, clean and hard competition. With the regular line-up intact the first few weeks of the season, old T. T. H. S. marched i'nrough all opposition in a manner that was most pleasing to her followers. Both Princeville and Brimfield were defeated on their own floors, making the first time that Toulon had ever defeated either school in their own gyms. The Brimfield game was the last game Emmett Fennell Edmond Hickey Arthur Russell George Goodwin Brady Ham Robert Dewey made up the traveling squad. The Fifth Annual Toulon Basketball Tournament was held January 21, 22, 23, 24, and was attended by large and enthusiastic crowds. Princeville, Toulon, Dunlap and Brimfield were victorious in the first round and were paired in the semi-finals with Princeville defeating Toulon and Brimfield defeating Dunlap in close and interesting games. Brimfield nosed out Princeville in the championship game Saturday night before a capacity crowd, by a 26 to 22 score. in which the five regulars were together. Philip Pyle Roy Bennett Junior Kerns William McClellan Orville Whittaker Gilbert Crowe March, Nineteen Thirty-one 33 Wednesday Night, 1. Princeville 22, Galva 10 2. Toulon 17, Bradford 5 3. Dunlap 32, Cambridge 20 Thursday Night. 4. Brimfield 29, Woodhull 8 5. Galva 23, Bradford 9 Friday Night. 6. Cambridge 30, Woodhull 11 7. Princeville 21, Toulon 9 8. Brimfield 20, Dunlap 15 Saturday Afternoon. 9. Dunlap 23, Galva 11 10. Cambridge 20, Toulon 17 Saturday Night. 11. Dunlap 32, Cambridge 14 12. Brimfield 26, Princeville 22 Toulon’s scores of scheduled games during the season follow: First Team. LaFayette—10 Toulon—39 Galva—5 Toulon—23 Princeville—15 Toulon—17 Woodhull—11 Toulon— 8 Brimfield—19 Toulon—20 Elmwood—19 Toulon—12 Galva—10 Toulon—12 Wyoming—28 Toulon— 4 Dunlap—18 Toulon—17 Woodhull—26 Toulon—21 LaFayette—16 Toulon—12 Princeville—22 Toulon—10 Dunlap—24 Toulon—21 Brimfield—27 Toulon—20 Elmwood—28 Toulon—16 Wyoming—17 Toulon—15 The Second Team performed in the following manner: 34 March, Nineteen Thirty-one Second Team. Toulon—11 LaFayette— 8 Toulon— 2 Galva—14 Toulon—15 Princeville—13 Toulon—15 Woodhull— 9 Toulon—17 Brimfield—13 Toulon—14 Galva—12 Toulon—13 Wyoming—11 Toulon— 2 Woodhull—15 Toulon—14 LaFayette—11 Toulon—16 Princeville— 9 Toulon—11 Brimfield—17 Toulon—12 Wyoming— 2 COACH V. B. ASKEW. Mr. Askew has been with Toulon Township High School for six years and although he has not had excellent material each year he has always put out very good football, basketball, and track teams. He is not a coach that will give up when his team is being beaten, but will stay with them and plan to see if there is any possible way out. If his team loses, he takes it like a good sport. He tells his teams to always play fair, no matter what the odds. We all hope that he has many more happy and successful years with us. SPRING FOOTBALL. Spring football is to start on March 16, and will end March 27. who have been invited D. Alldredge L. Beamer R. Bennett J. Bodine 0. Brown W. Carter L. Cox R. Dewey B. Fell G. Goodwin G. Grubb H. Hackwith S. Bergin G. Hinds to go out are as follows: W. Humphrey R. Hamilton M. Hollars W. Jackson B. Kerns R. Mahany J. Nicholson J. Porter C. Seckman H. Swank G. Swango C. Williams E. Winn R. Schmidt Those Besides these, others may appear for practice. There will be seven vacancies on the team and some of these boys will have to take their places. Carl Williams, who has been on the team for three years, will be the ’31 captain. Most of the schools do not have spring football practice and no credit is given. March, Nineteen Thirty-one 33 1931 TRACK. We think that we are going to have as good a track team or even better than we have had. Since we did not lose many lettermen last year from our track team we are looking forward to the County Meet, which will be held in Bradford May 1. Toulon is entered in many other big meets this year so why don’t you follow your track team and help them win? COMMERCIAL ASSEMBLY. One assembly was put on by the Commercial department. Cecil Fick-ling acted as chairman. This consisted of several talks and a typing demonstration. First we had a talk on “The Origin of Business” by Robert Griffith which was followed by a talk on “Shorthana” by Marie McMullen. A talk on Bookkeeping was given by Edmund Hickey. The four students ranking highest in typing took a test. In this Elizabeth Tomlinson typed the most words. DO YOU KNOW THAT— There are 1700 reference and library books. The enrollment of the school is 175. T. H. S. is accredited with North Central, the highest rating. There are 14 magazines subscribed for this year We have five large dictionaries valued at $20 apiece. There are 29 trophies in the trophy case. There are 179 windows in school. Ruthe Crowe is the youngest girl in school. Marion Yelm is the youngest boy. —Lois Peterson.