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

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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.

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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.