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

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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

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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.

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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