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

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1932 volume:

Junior Class r resents this issue of CThe TOLO Spring, 19 32 Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two Qb Our Friends-- The school year being almost over, the Junior class feels that as a whole it should express its appreciation for the good fellowship enjoyed in Toulon High School during the past six months. We believe a word of thanks is due to our faculty for their kind and helpful instruction. Our class advisors, Miss Wood, Mr. McCullough and Mr. Martin, have very willingly co-operated with us in every way. The members of the Junior class value their interest. The activities sponsored by our class have been supported unusually well by the student body. We feel that the enjoyment of our school life has been increased by our fellowship with students of the other three classes. We will be sorry to see this year’s Senior class graduate, but we will strive to fill their places successfully. We know that many of our parents have made sacrifices to keep us in school this year. We hope they feel that we have done our best and have taken advantage of the opportunities offered us. We have tried to make this Tolo a publication of literary merit—not merely a revised College Humor. We hope you enjoy it.—Iona Geach. — v. Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 3 ■+ O Spring! of hope, and love, and youth, and gladness, Wind-winged emblem! brightest, best, and fairest! Whence comest thou, when, with dark winter’s sadness, The tears that fade in sunny smiles thou sharest? Sister of joy. thou are the child that wearest Thy mother’s dying smile tender and sweet; Thy mother Autumn, for whose grave thou bearest Fresh flowers, and beams like flowers, with gentle feet, Disturbing not the leaves, which are hei winding sheet. —Shelley. Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two - - i Editorial Staff Workers STORIES BY Agnes Malone D. Fickling V. Burkey B. Caverly M. Newton F. Norman D. Fox B. Price EDITORIALS BY I. Geach P. Addis E. Newton H. Brady B. Newman P. Crowe M. Packer D. Wilkinson J. Winn M. Hackwith Faculty Sponsor Jewell Tyler Typist Darlene Fickling Typist — Mary Hackwith Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 5 'DX Testt: The test of character is power. The test of honesty is temptation. The test of patience is endurance. The test of love is sacrifice. The test of courage is honor. The test of honor is gratitude. The first: The test of character is power. Where could we find a better example for this than in history? We all recall the story of Alexander the Great. Determined to conquer the world, he started in Asia, the poorly organized Orient, where he met with little resistance because of poorly constructed governments, instead of one well organized where one general could have defeated him. Alexander easily overcame these many minor powers and his head took on new proportions. He went to Egypt and was declared the son of the sun god. Under this pretense he became all powerful. Did he use this power for the benefit of mankind? Alexander’s power trod on his character. He became a drunkard and an unwise ruler. His power increased and his character decreased. After his fall what had he accomplished ? Nothing; his kingdom was divided and each division in turn fell from power. The circumstances are humanly significant, are they not? The test of honesty is temptation. How well we all know that. Will it be a good grade for our report card and a weak spot in our character or vice versa ? It’s a question we all have to decide sometime, although often veiled under a different cloak. The test of patience is endurance: Have you added and balanced your bookkeeping and found it unbalanced ? Does it ever seem the figures juggle themselves into hapless sums? Sometimes if you’ll just try again, just once more the figures become straight and your last effort of patience is rewarded. You have a real feeling inside and another check goes down on the strength of your character. The test of love is sacrifice: Do we have to go very far for that example? We all know the immortal verse in the Bible, beginning, “For God so loved the world—.” Can we find a better example of love and sacrifice? Think it over. The test of courage is honor: Did “Lindy” use his courage for honor?” He used it for a worthy cause; the promotion of a struggling industry and a future world project. Do you have courage to stand up for your convictions in the face of ridicule? That certainly isn’t honor for you in the sight of humans, but isn’t there a higher judge of honor? The test of honor is gratitude. Have you ever seen the “under-dog,” who had received kind help turn “high hat?” We all have! Can you take honor and still be grateful to your parents who helped you through G + ■ Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two all your tight places but aren’t quite good enough to join your friends when they come to spend the evening ? Can you get good grades and still be grateful to the teacher who took pains to clearly point out details and explain difficulties. Or do you say, “She’s getting paid for it?” Do you give honor in athletics and forget the coach who made that honor possible ? Could you be president of our country and still treat with grace and gratitude some poor old fellow, who cast his one vote for you ? Can you as a student of Toulon High School pass these tests ? -------------- —I. Geach. GOOD HEALTH. Good health, which is the most essential thing in life, means the state of being hale and sound in body, mind, and soul. Without good health one cannot get and enjoy all the things life offers to him. He is not interested in anything, and often gives up easily. It is for this reason that many people quit school. First of all, in school work, one must have good health in order to enjoy his lessons. In enjoying them, he gets their full value and can put what he learns to better use later on. If a person is in poor health it is so much harder to study and this large amount of study may cause him to lose out on more school. Secondly, if a person wants to get any enjoyment in the extracurricular activities he must be healthy in body and mentally alert. One’s health is a great asset, not only in school, but in business— especially in this time of depression. A great number of people have lost their jobs, but the few who have kept them certainly have to have good health, as each one now has to do the work of two or three people. Also, when a person goes to apply for a position he must be bright and alert. These are the results of good health. A tired, sickly person is never wanted to fill any position—especially a responsible one. When one thinks of health he usually thinks of health in the physical sense. It can also be applied to the mind. There is a very pronounced distinction between the person whose mind is “healthy” and the person whose mind is dull and sluggish. The easiest way to keep one’s mind healthy is by having and keeping regular habits. A person who goes to bed one night at nine o’clock and the next at two o’clock cannot be ex.-pected to possess as keen and alert a mind as the one who gets approximately the same amount of sleep each night. A clean, healthy mind also requires abstinence from all alcoholic liquors and harmful drugs. There are very few people who are not fully convinced that health is superior to wealth. Of course, health, in addition to wealth is desired. As everyone knows, wealth cannot buy health. Many people have spent their entire fortunes trying to regain their health and have failed. On the whole, I think that good health is essential to every living being whether he is in school, working at his profession, or living a life of leisure. —Elizabeth Newton. Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 7 •+ PngiDnH Dil ©mill P©ir Y o GJir§ dw§ -----------------------------------------------------------------.+ As the sun was sinking beneath the horizon, all was still in the little town of Hampton near the river “Green.” Suddenly Jane Miller, a blonde of twenty years, came down the station platform. Jane was very light complexioned, with rosy cheeks, and bright blue eyes shining between long dark eyelashes. She was the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in Hampton, and her clothes showed it. On this particular day, she wore a white silk dress with a very becoming tight-fitting hat. In a few minutes the train came down the track which was to take her to Eureka College. Jane was to meet her roommate at the station. Bob Manning, Jane’s boy friend, did not want her to go to college, but nevertheless, she went. She had made the remark before she left that she had started on her journey to see the world. When Jane arrived, she found her roommate, Alice Doughan, waiting for her. In a few weeks, the two girls were beginning to understand one another better, and were beginning to get acquainted with other people and students. Alice had a boy friend who was sending her flowers and all kinds of nice presents. It must have been love at first sight. This made Jane a bit jealous, but it didn’t affect the friendship of the two girls any, for they would do anything for one another. Jane said to Alice one morning, “Alice, would you do me a favor?” “Surely, what do you want done?” was the reply. Jane answered, “Will you write and tell my boy friend, Bob Manning, back in Hampton, that I am ill?” Alice was a girl who didn’t pry into anyone’s business, so she did the favor without much hesitancy. In a few days Jane began to receive flowers, fruits, and presents of all kinds. This was a fine idea of Jane’s to get presents. In the meanwhile Jane met a nice boy named Billy Black. She was certainly having a fine time going to parties and dances with Billy. There was a ball scheduled for the next week. Jane knew she wanted some orchids for that ball. She asked Alice to write and tell Bob she had overdone and had a relapse. When Bob received this letter he thought it his duty to go in person and see his sweetheart. Of course he sent the flowers on ahead of him. The night came for the big ball and Jane looked adorable. Bob Manning went to the Information Bureau to look up Jane’s living quarters. They politely told him to wait in the waiting room until they found what he wanted. When Bob went into the room there was one other person waiting. Rather than be so distant they made themselves acquainted. “My name is Billy Black. What is yours ?” 8 +• Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two “Bob Manning, sir.” They talked for a few minutes finding out particulars about one another of all kinds. Billy said, “I am certainly waiting for a lovely girl.” “Oh! are you ?” asked Bob. He was not very much interested for he was thinking of his sweetheart who was supposed to be ill. Soon Jane came down to the waiting room arrayed with her lovely evening gown and orchids. “Jane!” was the gasp of both. Jane’s heart leaped to her throat. “Oh!” gaining her senses Jane said, “Bob Manning meet Billy Black.” “This is too late for an introduction. We have already introduced ourselves,” said Bob very sharply. “Oh, fight it out for yourselves!” and Jane, having nothing to say went upstairs and really had that relapse! —Pauline Addis. PHYLLIS MAURINE ASKEW. On Friday, February 4, of this year, the wee girl, known today as Phyllis Maurine Askew, appeared on the scene in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Askew. Monday, February 7, when the proud daddy came to school he had a smile as broad as the Atlantic on his face. Of course, everyone had a grand time with him, because he seemed to be in very good humor. At noon of the same day, our young T. H. S. collegians decided to have more fun with “his nibs.” So a bright red miniature high-chair and a caterpillar tractor appeared as if by magic. Orville Whittaker, a very shy Senior, put them on the desk for Mr. Askew to see when he came into the Assembly at noon. Well, he came in and how! When he saw that chair and tractor his facial expression became very blank indeed. He made the announcement, to the hearty enjoyment of all concerned, that his girl did not need a high chair, because she could sit up to the table like a big girl. “And furthermore,” he added, “you Senior boys don’t need to try to date her. because she simply has no use for Seniors. All Freshmen boys are given a chance though.” He also said that she was the prettiest girl in the hospital when she was there. But then, why shouldn’t she be 1 Look at her mother and father. Latest reports from Mr. Askew state that his daughter wishes him to leave the car home so she can have it to go to the Country Club to play golf. —Pauline Crow. Mr. McCullough: “What is water ?” George Fell: “Liquid that turns black when you put your hands it it.” Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 9 R MysaernooDS Dnsaiipipea irainKS© ----------------------------------------------------------------•+ Even tombstones lie. Don’t you believe it? Well, listen. Dr. Bones was a professor in a medical college. He was a famed professor, but he had one mania. That was to dissect human bodies. He begged, borrowed, and stole to obtain them. Then, under his careful directions, his advanced surgery class cut them to pieces and put them together again. If a person was ill with disease “Old Bones” always tried to obtain the body, following the person’s death. If the relatives refused to sell, Bones, with two husky young assistants, (whom half the college thought crazy,) armed themselves with shovels and picks, and spent a quiet evening at grave-robbing. Well, it was all like this. Old Arnold Stephens happened to live in this town where Dr. Bones taught. In fact, he was a friend of Dr. Bones. Now, suddenly Mr. Stephens became ill with a strange malady. Doctors were called but nothing could be done for him. Of course, this aroused Dr. Bone’s curiosity and he determined by hook or crook that he’d have that body! Mr. Stephens died. Bones promptly applied for permission to dissect the body. Mr. Stephens’ son, Arnold Jr., said “No!” loudly and emphatically. “All right,” said Dr. Bones. “That’s quite all right, my lad. I can appreciate your feelings in the matter. It’s quite all right.” But even as he said it, Arnold Jr. caught that maniacal gleam in his eye and began to fear for the safety of his father’s body. In time Mr. Stephens was buried. It was a dark, dismal, rainy day. The night that followed was black as pitch. The wind howled and howled. About midnight, Mr. Bones and his two huskies, armed with graverobbing tools, set out on an expedition. It took them, quite by accident of course, to Mr. Stephens’ grave. They started digging. As they went farther down, their shovels grated on the lid of the wooden casket. Stones rolled and rattled from their shovels. At last they reached the casket and were able to lift it out. Cautiously, they raised the lid of the casket. By the pale, ghostly light of the moon they saw the corpse of Mr. Arnold. Back of a nearby bush a man stood watching them. Now he crept carefully forward—step by step. Suddenly he flung himself on Dr. Bones. He threw him. Perhaps, had Bones been alone, he could have easily defeated him. As it was, with two other men to deal with, Arnold had no chance. One of the two students hit him on the head with a shovel. Se sank to the ground. Dr. Bones bent over him. The heart was still beating faintly. “He’s dead all right!” The assistant started. “What’ll we do?” he whispered in a frightened manner. “Why nothing of course,” responded the experienced Dr. Bones. 10 Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two “Here, take that body out of the casket.” The huskies obeyed. “Now put this one in it!” Again they obeyed. Soon the stones were rattling on the casket containing, instead of Arnold Stephens Esq., his son, Arnold Jr. The moan of the trees served as his funeral dirge. A few minutes later Dr. Bones and his students carried the body of old Stephens away The next day the advanced surgical class cut it to pieces to see what it was made of. Of course, people wondered about Arnold Jr. For months they looked for him, but the search seemed hopeless from the start. Finally the heirs erected a monument over the grave of the elder Stephens. Dr. Bones was highly interested in this fund for the monument. In fact he was one of the chief contributors. After the monument was erected he went to the cemetery to see it. This was the lettering on it: “Here lies Arnold Stephens. He did of a strange disease.” On the other side was this lettering: “In memory of Arnold Stephens who mysteriously disappeared. Where, no one knows, shortly after the death of his father. He has never been heard from since.” “Such is life,” he laughed, “you can’t even trust a tombstone!” —D. Fickling. THOUGHTS OF ONE ILL. Have you ever had to miss school on account of sickness? If not, perhaps you cannot realize the thoughts of one who is ill. When one is sick he has nothing to do except to lie in bed and allow his mind to wander. Probably a good many thoughts of a student are based upon his school work and activities. The student will ask himself such questions as these: When will I be able to return to school? Will I ever get my work made up? What is the excitement, if any, at school? I wonder who failed to get his lesson for today? Every day that one misses school, no doubt he thinks of all of these things. When ill, one usually enjoys receiving letters better than any other time. It is an excellent plan to write to one who is sick and to tell him all the school news. Besides giving the sick person enjoyment, it will also relieve his mind and keep him from worrying about his lessons. If one doesn’t worry so much, he will recover more rapidly and be able to return to school much more rested than when he left. —B. Brady. THE GIRLS’ LEAGUE. The Girls’ League is composed of all the girls in high school. At the close of the year a banquet is given for all girls who are eligible to attend. They must have a specified number of points to attain elegibility. Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 11 ----------------------------------------------------------------—+ DifflOTraMninigis ©1! si FoauinittsiDm Fern ----- —.—.— --- —...-------------------------------------------- On first glance at me, a casual observer might think that I was just one more poor, old, common fountain pen. Well, I may be old, but I’m certainly not common. Why, let me tell you this, one of my ancestors came over on the Mayflower! Now don’t smile and tell me they didn’t have fountain pens in those days, because I know that. But, just the same, he was my ancestor, and that is probably more than you can say about yours. But, oh my, I feel a talking spell coming on, so if you will sit quietly, I’ll tell you about myself. Well, I can’t tell you anything about how I was made, for at that time I was too young to sit up and take notice. The first thing I knew, I found myself in a lovely box, lying on a soft, cotton bed. It was dark in the box, so I cautiously raised myself on one elbow and peered out. I seemed to be in a huge, barn-like place, all encased with glass, and all around me were boxes similar to mine. Jumping out, I ran over to the first one and looked in. Well, bless my soul! If there wasn’t another of my species, only this one looked as old as Methusaleh, and had whiskers clear down to his waist. “Hey!” I yelled, “Get up, Noah, and tell me about this place and what I’m doing in it.” “You young scoundrel!” said Noah. “If you ever wake me up like that again, I’ll pull your ears. Such ignorance! But you certainly asked the right fellow. I’ve lived here nigh on to twenty years, and I’ve seen pens come and go. You’re in a jewelry store, lad, and if you don’t watch out someone will soon come in and buy you!” With this he turned over and went to sleep again. It began to get lighter, and soon the clerk came in and began to arrange our boxes more artistically. Not long after some customers began to come in and look us over. One young man came rushing in, pulled a large bill out of his pocket, and said he was in a hurry and wanted to buy a gift for a friend. Well, in a few minutes, I was taken out, wrapped up, and off I went on my first adventure. Finally, I grew tired of being jiggled around in this man’s coat pocket and I tried to poke my head out of the box. My movement was just enough to make the box tip, and I landed in the gutter with a terrific thump. For a minute I just lay there, I felt so sick, and then I tried my best to get out of that box. It couldn’t be done, for the string was tied too securely. After waiting and waiting, I heard a voice say “My stars, what have we here?” and I was raised off the ground. My wrapping was torn off, the lid raised, and a wrinkled old face peered in at me. “For the land of mercy,” exclaimed the old woman. “God must have sent this for my poor Mary’s birthday!” I was so weary, I just dropped to sleep and when I next woke up, I 12 Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two was being held in the tiniest hand, by the sweetest little girl! She wasn’t dressed very nicely and something was wrong with one of her legs, but I fell in love with her, right away. She and I started out right then to compose a theme, and we have been through thick and thin together ever since. Now, although Mary is quite grown up, she says she wouldn’t part with me for the world. Now, don't misunderstand me, for I’m as contented with my lot as I can be, but, sometimes I wonder what would have happened to me if I hadn’t fallen out of that young man’s pocket. Betty Caverly. HIGH SCHOOL CLUBS. Clubs in High School are sometimes very useful. Of course every high school has its own idea of what a club should be and so there are social clubs and business clubs and clubs which are dull and those which are active. I believe that one fault of a great many clubs is to have no restriction as to its members. People can join any time and once they are in, there is no interest to keep them there. Nothing but high grades in a certain subject is one way of restricting members and another way is to put a requirement of a year in a certain subject on the member. But once the members are decided upon, your interest must be kept up in the club. Pot luck dinner can be given to get the members together; money should be raised in various ways and programs given. I believe that a club in a foreign language is a good thing. If a restriction of a year in that language is put on the members, they ought to know a little about how to speak it in the club. They can give plays and get speakers to talk to them about the country whose language they are studying. One club which I admired a great deal was a dramatic club. This was hard to enter, for the members had to be good scholars and be chosen by the dramatic teacher. Dramatic instruction was given and the members all tried to earn enough points to get a pin. It was surprising at the talent discovered among the students in acting. But to speak from another point of view. It is sometimes asked, “What do the clubs in a high school amount to?” It is true, a lot of them amount to nothing. Once in a while their president calls a meeting, and nothing happens except that a lot of time is taken up. And just the opposite are the clubs that have so much to do that the members cannot get their real school work done. In some schools, although they cannot be called clubs, are the “special class periods,” which do a great deal of good. These are periods in which the student can pick out the study which he thinks he most needs, and get extra help in it. In closing, I wish to say that I think it a great mistake to condemn all high school clubs because a few have not accomplished anything. I believe that any effort in clubs should be encouraged. —B. Caverly. Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 13 + Med ©D(0)ii0(dl9§ (Srattittaode --------------------------------------------------------------------— It was springtime in South Carolina and the pioneers in the colony of Savannah were busily working. Men were plowing, trees were being felled, land cleared for new homes, and log cabins were being erected. One could see smoke curling into the sunny blue sky from the chimneys of the fire places, and the blue ocean where a ship lay at anchor could be seen. These colonists had come from the Isle of Man in the ship “Sea Gull.” They were strict Puritans and every Sunday went to their little log church in the wilderness where they heard David Jericho preach the Gospel. David and his wife, Rachel, lived in a small cabin at the far end of the colony. They lived like the rest of the colonists. Rachel spun coarse cloth with her spinning wheel which she had brought from England and Dave wore loose fitting buckskin clothes and a black beaver hat. On Sundays they would dress in their best attire and go to the log church where Dave officiated as minister. “Rachel, I am going hunting this morning,” said Dave as he took the musket down from over the fire place where it was hanging. “Be sure and be back in time for dinner,” said Rachel as she was sitting by the fireplace stirring a pot of maize. “I hope you have good luck at killing deer, for our meat supply is getting very low!” David plunged into the forest. He was not successful in killing deer, but still he plodded on. Soon he came to a large rock and climbed upon it to see if any game was near. The rock was in an elevated position and as Dave looked below him he saw an Indian riding a pony. The pony shied as it came to a curve in the trail and nearly threw its rider. Dave saw the tawny form of a panther with its tail swishing and lashing the air getting ready to leap on the Indian. He raised his musket to his shoulder and shot. The panther fell over dead, with a screaming cry like a child. The Indian looked up at his white protector on the rock and said “Ugh,” with a shrug of his shoulders, and disappeared into the forest. “A lot of thanks these red men give you for saving their lives,” muttered Dave to himself as he walked home. He didn’t realize that in the future the whole colony would be saved by this incident. It had been two moons since the incident in the forest occurred. Red Cloud and his Indian braves were preparing to attack the Savannah Colony. A huge fire was built and brown faced squaws in bright colored blankets carried armfuls of wood. Arrow7 heads were poisoned and Indian braves were painting themselves in hideous colors. Dry pieces of pitch were fastened on arrows. In the midst of this barbarious commotion stood Red Cloud and two bright streamers of colored eagle feathers 14 +------- Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two down his back and a bright colored blanket over his shoulders. The throbbing of tom toms set the savage warriors to dancing around the fire, shrieking and hollering to the top of their voices. At last when the war dance was over the savages leaped on their ponies to make their attack on Savannah Colony. The colonists were taken unaware. Dave was plowing the tract of land which was his, and Rachel was in the cabin when they heard the terrorized cry that the Indians were coming. Rachel and Dave fled towards the block house, but they were too late to escape. A shower of arrows fell around them but left them uninjured. Red Cloud galloped toward them and stopped. The chief gazed hard at Dave, but Dave didn’t recognize him in his war regalia. Red Cloud gave some directions to his braves in an unintelligible Indian language and they then galloped off on their ponies, leaving Savannah Colony safe from attack. —Floyd Norman. WHAT TO READ AND HEAR. When you read, what do you read? Do you pick up a newspaper and read only the comic sections and all about the murders ? If so, you are not getting the full value of all the good articles in newspapers. On the front page, and also scattered throughout the whole paper, are articles on governmental affairs. High school students who think that these are for older people are mistaken. Who should know what is going on in our country better than the coming generation? In all papers there are editorials. These are always interesting and helpful if one only takes the time to read them. Most every newspaper also has a space devoted to poems and pieces of good prose. There are some very lovely and inspiring thoughts in these columns. Also, there is usually a page devoted to writing up the best books of the time. Then there are such worthwhile things in magazines. Magazines are bought generally for the fiction in them. However, besides this there are good editorials and many articles of universal interest. Most radios are tuned to dance orchestras or serial stories. Have you ever heard the college debates or news flashes'? If you will only sit and really listen to them you will see that they aren’t nearly “so dry” as you think. Of special interest are the programs given by the Navy Department of the United States. In these they explain, as they actually do it, just how people can be rescued from sunken submarines or like incidents. These should interest boys especially. Next time you feel like gossiping, why not show your friends how learned you really are and also how entertainingly you can talk without criticizing someone? —Elizabeth Newton. A FAMOUS ATHLETE. “I am always on the team,” said the horse-fly. Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 15 •+ R Premelh) Le§§dDmi -------------------------------------------------------------------+ “One, two, or three or four. Down by the—” came the words from the piano as Jane, supposedly carefree, reviewed her regular evening course. “Jane, how about those French lessons ?” inquired her mother. “Oh, I hate this more than anything,” she complained leaving the piano and returning to her deserted book lying on the table. “Lessons come first; then pleasure.” “Mother, when did you pick that up ? I’ve never heard you say that before. How strange! Well, surely we don’t have this lesson. No, it must be this one. I’ll confess I don’t know. Where was I when she assigned the lesson ? What’s the diff. Mary will know,” she added hastening to the telephone and calling the familiar number. The following conversation was heard by Jane’s parents while the girls chatted happily. “How’re you anyway! Oh, I’m fine considering my embarrassment today. Wasn’t that terrible? You know I just didn’t know what to say. Oh, it may be funny to you but not so here. I know it. I don’t blame you a bit, Mary. By the way, what is our assignment in French ? Wasn’t that sweet of her. Thanks a lot, kid. So long.” Jane proceeded to procure all her necessary articles for the terrible French lesson. She had been studying about five minutes when she encountered difficulty. “That’s tough. I just can’t remember what she told us to substitute for that noun. Oh, well, I’ll put ‘la,’ maybe it will be only one mistake.” “Telephone, Jane.” “Hope it’s Ruth. Hie! Well, now what am I always doing? No, French. Oh, didn’t you like that pale shade? So becoming, too. I tried one on just like it. Sure. I’ll bet I know what was occupying your mind about that time. Why silly of you. I’m not either. Never was, and never will be. Did you notice that every noon the same kids are always in the same places? No, indeed, you heard wrong. Oh, I see. Well, I fear you’ve called the wrong number as I’ve just started mine. I wanted to ask you about the answer to the fifth question. Oh, that isn’t right, is it? Didn’t she say to substitute whenever possible? I always did have a time with those old pronouns anyway. What pronouns do you substitute in the first blank in the seventh part ? I believe you’re right. Thanks so much. I may get it done after all. All right. I’ll be seein’ you.” Never did the girls tire of refreshing the days’ events on the telephone every evening when asking about lessons. But sometimes the elongated conversations were interrupted by the assurance of their parents that they had talked overtime. Anyway, lessons came first. —B. Price. 16 + ---- Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two A—B—C—D— ETC. Alice Alldredge admitted accepting Askew’s advice and authority about all American aviators, asserting all accidents are always astonishing and adventuresome. Alice Alldredge actually admitted accepting Auntie’s advice and authority about acute aches and ate apples accordingly acknowledging advertised aspirin as an ample accessory. Bonnie Brady, being bashful, believes, brave bold, burly bank bandits belong back behind big bright bars. Charlie Church’s charming companion cleverly caressed Charlie, causing considerable comment ’cause Charlie consumed chocolate candy. Dorothy Daum deliberately discussed depression during dark, dreary December days, desperately deciding dingy dotted dimity dollar dresses dyed do double duty daily despite dusty desks. Fair Faye Fell’s faithful freckle-faced fellow, Frank, fidgeted frightfully for five French-frocked flappers, feeling foxy, flirted fast, foiling Frank’s frail future forever. Humorous Herschel Hackwith, holding his handsome head high, humming harmonious heavenly hymns, hoping hundreds heard him, hurried happily home, having held high heroic honors here. Jovial Jeannette Johnson, judging jabbering janitor’s jolly, jerked Junior’s jersey jacket, jokingly jarred jealous Jo Jackson’s Jewish Journal, joining Jewel’s joking jesters. Modest Marie McMullen, meeting many mean mannered masculine motorists Monday morning managed matters morosely, merely missing magnificent maroon machines, making mailmen meditate madly, meaning more missed meals. (Maybe.) “Scoop” Smith, society’s secret service scholar, simply stood slightly stooped, selecting shiny sea-shells, seriously scaring some seventeen sweet, shy shivering Sophomores. Wonder why whistling Wayne Wilson worships women who wear white woolen wraps while waltzing? —Bradie. BRING ON THE FUN. Was there excitement in the royal palace? Well, I guess there was! For, wasn’t this the wedding day of Prince Carol and Princess Helen? And weren’t the cooks having convulsions in the kitchen because no fish were available for the great wedding feast ? Was a day ever so crammed? All these questions can emphatically be answered YES! “But,” bawled the fat Ileta, head cook for the king and queen, “Was anyone ever married without fish for the feast ?” “Indeed, no,” answered the upstairs maid. Then a rap came on the back door and the porter ushered in a poor old fisherman, fairly weighed down with fish. Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 17 • “Land sakes,” cried all the cooks and servants as they fairly devoured the old fellow, “did a more wonderful fisherman ever live?” they cried. “Take him to the king, that he may be given court honor,” suggested a male cook, and the butler for the cellar door immediately took him before the king. After due honor had been paid him the old fellow was given a chance to ask a favor of the king, and no matter how absurd it was, it was to be granted. “Though I am physically and mentally perfect I ask no other than one hundred lashings,” said the old fisherman. “Why you sound like Will Rogers himself,” laughed the king, “but come! What desire is really lurking in your manly bosom?” “None other than that I get one hundred lashings,” cried the old man. “We have an idiot among us,” sang out a page. “Order in the court,” cried the king. “Go bring a good strong birch stick that I may personally watch this.” So the old fisherman was being lashed for doing the whole royal family a favor! On the fiftieth stroke the old man cried out to his assailants to withdraw the stick, “For,” he explained, “I promised one-half of whatever I received as reward for this, to another fellow.” “What!” cried the king, “Is there another man as crazy as you?” “Misfortunes always come in pairs,” reminded a rude page. “Who is your partner ?” asked the king. “None other than your porter,” answered the old man. “He made me promise to give him one-half of any reward I should receive before he would let me in.” The porter was summoned before the king and fifty lashes were applied to him also, and then he was turned away from the castle. The old fisherman was given a hearty meal and fifty pieces of gold before he made his exit. —Marjorie Newton. SERVICE CLUB. The purpose of the Service Club is to perform some little services for our school. Genevieve Cinnamon is the able leader of this ambitious little band and Pauline Crow is the secretary and treasurer. Of course the leaders of the club set a very good example for the rest of the girls. Some of the duties of the club are: Dusting erasers, erasing black- boards, straightening the reading table, straightening the bookcase, emptying pencil-sharpeners, and other such minor things that go with keeping a school house clean and presentable. We have some members of our club that are more faithful than others in doing the duties assigned them. For instance, if you’ve wondered who is so ambitious as to clean out the bookcases and put them in order 18 +■— Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two every night, why folks, that’s Pauline Addis. Never a night goes by without Polly cleaning out those cases. Then there’s Virginia Slygh. She’s so particular about Miss Silliman’s erasers when it’s her time to dust them. We’re very proud of our club and we have some very spirited races in it. So whenever you see some of the girls dusting erasers around the school, why that’s not a traffic-cop penalty! That’s just a service club duty, a duty that every girl should be proud to do. HEALTH CLUB. The purpose of the Health Club is to teach the students how to be more healthy. The club has a meeting each month, and the members have certain duties to perform daily. Cards are handed each member, who fills out the card as to whether or not she fulfills the requirements of the club. At the end of the year, the points that one receives are averaged in with the points of the other clubs. If one has enough points from all three clubs she receives a letter: 1st year—T is given. 2nd year—H is given. 3rd year—S is given. 4th year—star is given. At the first meeting the new officers were elected. In October, the Health Club sponsored an all-girls’ party. It was supposed to be a weiner roast, but because of the rain we had the party in the gymnasium. At our November meeting Miss Silliman gave us a talk on “Skin Diseases,” “Tuberculosis,” “Health and School,” and “Cold Weather and Styles.” We enjoyed two picture shows, “Digestion” and “Feet,” at our January meeting. Mrs. J. C. Williamson gave a talk on “Personal Hygiene” at our February meeting. For the March meeting we had a picture show. In April, talks are going to be given by various members of the club. A picnic is planned for our May meeting. —Pauline Addis. GIRLS’ LEAGUE PARTY. The Girls’ League gave a party January 22, for all the girls in school. Various games were played to start the party. Later the girls danced to Paul Walker’s music. Refreshments of cookies and apples were served. A good time was enjoyed by all. Donna: “Did J. P. get that letter with the check from mother?” Darlene: “Yes, but the outside of the envelope had ‘Please return in five days’ so he had to send it right back.” Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 19 ■ Hm Hmmaislinigi Letttter ----------------------------------------------------------------.+ This most amazing letter was given to me by a friend and classmate. Lord John Malory III, the author of this letter, sent it to him soon after he had gone to England and taken possession of an estate left to him by his grandfather. Before showing you this letter I wish to give you a little information concerning this young lord’s life. He had lived in Canada, to his knowledge, all his life. Until the news of the death of Lord John Malory, of England, soon after his graduation from Stanford College in the spring, he had known nothing of his true identity. He had thought his parents were dead and that the five thousand dollars that arrived yearly came from a lawyer who had charge of his father’s estate. As a child he had lived in a small orphan’s home, privately owned, and at the age of six had entered a boarding school, which he had attended until he entered Stanford College four years ago. He learned upon the death of Lord John Malory that he was Lord John Malory IV and heir to the Malory estate in England. Now for the letter: Blackpeak Manor, April 12, 1898. Dear Bob: Well, it proved to be an adventure all right; perhaps more of one than we had imagined and I think, Bob, more than was desired. But, of course, adventures are very nearly tragedies sometimes and the adventurer must face this fate often, just as I must do. You know, Bob, I have told you that you have a desire—I should say too great a desire for power. That is why I am relating this tale to you—so that some good can be accomplished by my fate and you can profit by it. Don’t become impatient, old chap, I’m going to tell it right now, but it will probably be in my slow, disgusting English way. To get to the story immediately, I found upon my arrival after cross-examining Perkins, the caretaker, that my grandfather did not die a natural death! He was strangled with a crimson ribbon. These facts my counselors tried to keep from me. Retiring to my room to dress for dinner that evening, I found tied in the lock of each of my grips a crimson ribbon! Well, I must say, all the adventurous spirit in me was suddenly brought to its greatest height. Sitting in front of the fire that night while pondering over recent events, I heard the click of the latch on the door that leads onto the balcony and turning I saw—what ? No, not a monster or a giant or a wild beast, but just a plain ordinary everyday man. No, I take that back, he was not an ordinary man. He was peculiar. He was large, middle-aged, and dark, with heavy handsome features, but the unusual thing about him was his eyes. I can describe them with only one word—cruel. Yet, they held a deeper expression even than that. 20 Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two While I confess I was frightened for a moment I soon got myself in hand and inquired after my uninvited guest’s errand. He advanced slowly toward me with a smile which appeared as if he were revelling upon seeing me. He took a chair and ordered me to sit down. This I did. He seemed to have a commanding power which was very difficult to resist. Then, Bob, this stranger told me the story of my ancestors which has a direct bearing on my fate. This is the story: My great-great-grandfather was a younger brother of this stranger’s great-great-grandfather. And, of course, back in those feudal days, the eldest son inherited the title and estate. My forefather had a great desire for power to rule hundreds of tenants and vassals as the lords of those days could do. So this desire over-ruled his better judgment and he killed his brother to gain the title and estate. This murder was never suspected. It was always thought that the true lord had accidentally been killed, but his son knew the truth. Being a mere boy he could do nothing and my forefather threatened to kill him if he made any attempts to tell. So this secret was passed down through the family, for five generations and each hated a little more than the previous one had. Also in this branch of the family there was a strain of cruelty which increased with each generation until it became so bad in the fifth generation that it bordered closely on insanity. This stranger was of this generation and so hated the worst and was the most cruel of all. It was he who had the courage to seek revenge. When I was born he had me stolen and hidden in America. He sent money every year and had me educated well because he thought that it would be more cruel to kill me after I was older and knew more. A short time before my grandfather’s death he had come to him and told him who he was and also informed him that I was alive. He told my grandfather that he was going to kill him but he wanted him to have t'me to suffer in the thoughts of it before he really did it. Also he told him that he was not the only one going to pay the price of revenge but that I would also bo killed after my inheritance. He used a red ribbon to murder grandfather with because that was the color of his house. And I suppose that’s what he will use on me. He said he would keep the castle guarded so attempt at escape would be useless, and he informed me that he would kill me whenever he happened to desire, but first he wanted me to enjoy myself in the anticipation of it. Well, now you know my fate so don’t let your passion for power run away with you as my great-great-grandfather did because the innocent sometimes suffer for the guilty. So ends my last fascinating adventure. Your truest friend, Jack. —V. Burkey. Mr. McCullough: “What is water?” George Fell: “Liquid that turns dark when you put your hands in it.” Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 21 ■---+ RESPECT TO OUR ELDERS. We as young people, owe to our parents, teachers, and friends— respect. It is the best tribute we can pay to them—that of regard and esteem. Being inexperienced and not so learned, we younger people should not ridicule or even wholly ignore the counsel of older people even though sometimes their advice seems mid-Victorian or foolish to us, because they have had years of experience in which they have probably tasted both adversity and prosperity, while we have been shielded from the cruelty of the world by them. It is our teachers, parents and friends that encourage our learning. Who is the quickest to praise a boy or girl who tries to make his own living ? A fellow contemporary ? No—an older and wiser person; one who sees in him the virtues needed to make a future leader of our country. The older people are the ones who comfort and encourage us when things seem to go wrong. They see good in those of us where others see only vice. The older people see in us the hope of the world, because we are the future leaders. The world has advanced in culture and civilization with every new generation, so each one has to be slightly superior to its predecessor. Consequently, they watch us mature and advance with eagerness. Each older generation sees the new adopt modern ideas -with a readiness unbelievable to them. So in order to make a more superior people of us than they are they give us all they have, making us both equal, and we must add a little originality, of course, to make us superior. Since we are their hopes they sacrifice everything for us to make us fulfill these hopes. And when we are successful should we give the credit to ourselves? No—some of the credit goes to our parents, teachers and friends that encourage us. Abraham Lincoln, one of America’s greatest men, did not give the credit of his success to himself. Instead he said, “All that I am or ever hope to be I owe to my mother.” Since such great gifts as these are from our elders, surely we cannot deprive them of our regard and esteem. It seems, instead, as if respect was rather a cheap price to pay in return for such valuables, but it is the highest we are capable of giving. —V. Burkey. JUNIOR MATINEE DANCE. The Juniors sponsored a matinee dance after school Friday, January 29. The affair proved to be quite successful owing to the fact that a large number of students attended. Ten cents admission w?as charged and the proceeds will be used for the Junior-Senior reception. The music was furnished by Paul Walker. Marjorie Newton and some girls were out on a hike wrhen all at once Marjorie stopped and picked up a chestnut burr. “Girls,” she cried, “come here! I’ve found a porcupine egg.” 22 +■ Spring. Nineteen Thirty-two SUCCESS. “How did you acquire success?” asked the Sphinx. “Push,” said the button. “Do a driving business,” replied the hammer. “Find a good thing and stick to it,” said the glue. “Hold tight,” said the pin. “Hold your tongue,” answered the shoe. “Climb,” said the ladder. “Be on time,” responded the clock. “Run,” said the water. “Take panes,” said the window. “Keep cool,” said the ice. “Get hot,” replied the fire. —MO’K. CAD. THE COMING OF SPRING. I strolled through the meadow and longed for spring to be Some where in the country to play with me. Then upon my ears did fall, A strange, sweet call. I stood in silence and spoke not a word, I heard the strange music that no one else heard. Hark! ark! ark! ark! Hark! ark ! ark! Now I spied the gay meadow lark. Then wasn’t long, Until each heart was bursting with song. And back from the south came the robin, and jay, And never in our country, were people so gay. Old Mother Nature kept bathing the earth, Until it looked as if it had a new birth. Out of the clouds the rain she drew, And into each corner the water she threw. After their bathing from top to toe, Now the flowers, grass, and trees did grow. The dandelions the tulips did tease, As they nodded their beautiful heads in the breeze. This was found by Miss Tyler on one of the English II student’s papers: “I think a girl looks very attractive if she wears a red dress with blonde hair and blue eyes.” Wouldn’t you like to see this dress that has all these characteristics? Miss Oehmke: “George, make a sentence with ‘income’ in it.” George: “Income a cat.” Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 23 --------------------------------------------------------------.+ lEB®®Ik§ F®n° ©nnttsMe Meadim® -------------------------------------------------------------- BOOKS TO READ. You’ve been listening at doors—and behind trees—and down chimneys—or you couldn’t have known it!” “I haven’t indeed!” Alice said very gently. “It’s in a book.” When Mother and Dad go around the corner to a movie—one you’ve seen, and didn’t care to see again—and they leave you home alone, what do you do? Do you turn on the radio and listen to a .iazz orchestra, do you invite in all your pals and spend an evening at cards, or do you put on your bonnet and go somewhere? Anywhere—just so you won’t have to sit still? Or, are you one of those lucky individuals, who can curl up in a big leather chair, before an open wood fire—and read and dream? If you’re one of the latter you’re wealthier than a millionaire, even though you haven’t the price of a lead pencil in your purse. So, some night, why not try it! Give such an evening a chance. I’ll wager that if you spend one evening this way, you’ll spend many more the same way. Go farther than “Alice in Wonderland” and “Huckleberry Finn.” Read the “Talisman” and “Kenilworth.” I can hear you groan already. True, the first few pages may be dry, but the last four hundred and fifty! Oh, my! Read a biography or two, and find out that Hoover is president of the United States, and that Jane Addams is one of the greatest women yet. Read “A Man for the Ages,” and admire Lincoln some more. Read the articles along with the fiction—you’ll never regret it! Read some humor, read some satire, and don’t forget the poems. And above all read “The Royal Road to Romance,” and see in dreams that glorious old Taj Mahal. And—as you sit there before your fire, across the flames, you’ll see dancing along, Cinderella, hand in hand with Julius Caesar, Tess of the D’Urbervilles and her milk pails, Huck Finn with his fishing pole, Tam O’Shanter and his horse Meg, and many others; and like Alice you will say, “No, dear, I found them in books!” —Darline Fickling. SENIOR BOOK LIST, 1931-32 Adams —.........-__________________ The Health Master............. Addams, Jane _____________________Twenty Years at Hull House________ Second Twenty Years at Hull House. Allen _____________________________ The Cathedral Singer.......... Amundson ......................... South Pole (Two volumes)----- Antin, Mary ________________________The Promised Land----------- Babcock ___________________________Soul of Anne Rutledge.......... Bangs _______________________________A House Boat on the Styx----- Beebe ____________________________ Edge of the Jungle------------- Jungle Peace ____________________ Boyd ______________________________Drums __________________________ 6 8 8 4 8 6 5 5 G 6 8 24 +- Spring. Nineteen Thirty-two Bok ________________________________Americanization of Edward Bok_________ Bryant _____________________________Poems_________________________________ Burroughs___________________________Birds and Poets ______________________ Camping and Tramping with Roosevelt Canfield ____________________________The Bent Twig------------------------- The Homemaker____---------- Rough Hewn ---------------- Death Comes to the Archbishop Deepening Stream __________ Cather _____________________________My Antonia____________________________________ Song of the Lark------------------------------ Churchill __________________________The Crossing _________________________________ Richard Carvel-------------------------------- The Crisis____________________________________ Collins ____________________________Woman in White________________________________ Cooper _____________________________The Pioneers__________________________________ Crawford ___________________________In the Palace of a King_______________________ Cur wood ___________________________Hunted Woman --------------------------------- God’s Country and the Woman___________________ Grizzly King _________________________________ Deland _____________________________Awakening of Helena Ritchie___________________ Dr. Lavendar’s People_________________________ Old Chester Tales_____________________________ Doyle ______________________________Adventures of Sherlock Holmes_________________ Hound of Baskerville, White Company, Etc______ Dunne, Peter _______________________Mr. Dooley in the Hearts of His Countrymen____ Early Writers_______________________Early American Orations_____________________ Emerson ____________________________Selected Essays ______________________________ Ferber, Edna _______________________Show Boat ____________________________________ So Big _______________________________________ Fosdick_____________________________Twelve Tests of Character_____________________ Frank ______________________________A Vagabond Journey Around the World........... Gauss ______________________________Through College on Nothing a Year_____________ Gerard —............................My Four Years in Germany...................... Grayson_____________________________Adventures in Contentment___________________ Adventures in Friendship______________________ Greatest Short Stories______________Any Volume ___________________________________ Green ______________________________The Circular Study---------------------------- Harper______________________________Prize Stories ________________________________ Harte, Bret ________________________Poems and Stories...__________________________ Hawthorne __________________________The Scarlet Letter____________________________ The Marble Faun.............................. Dr. Grimshaw’s Secret_________________________ Heming______________________________The Drama of the Forests______________________ Hemon ..............................Maria Chapdelaine ............................ Holmes _____________________________Poems_________________________________________ Hough ______________________________Covered Wagon ________________________________ Howells, C. F. ---------------------Around the Clock of Europe____________________ Howells, W. D. _____________________A Modem Instance_______________________________ Greatest Modern Short Stories.._______________ Huard ------------------------------My Home in Field of Honor_____________________ Hubbard ____________________________Little Journeys to the Homes of Famous People Henry, O. __________________________Any Volume ___________________________________ Irving -----------------------------Alhambra _____________________________________ Christmas at Brace Bridge Hall________________ 8 8 6 3 5 5 5 6 7 6 6 7 6 8 7 6 4 4 4 4 5 6 6 6 5 6 7 8 G 6 8 8 5 5 7 8 5 4 6 6 6 7 6 7 6 7 6 8 7 G 7 6 5 8 G Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 25 + Irving ______________________________Any Volume ___________________________ Knickerbocker History of New York---- Irwin________________________________The Next War-------------------------- Jackson _____________________________Romona ------------------------------- Jewett...............................The Night Before Thanksgiving......... Play Day Stories .................... Lardner _____________________________How to Write Short Stories------------ Lewis ......-.........—..............—Main Street ........................ Lincoln _____________________________Addresses, Letters, Etc............... The Portygee ________________________ Lindbergh ---------------------------“We” --------------------------------- Locke —..............................Beloved Vagabond ..................... Melville .............—..............Moby Dick —........................... Typee......—......................... Muir _____________ —.................Travels in Alaska..................... Page ________________________________Red Rock ............................. Page, Walter ........................Life and Letters...................... Palmer ___________________________ —Life of Alice Freeman Palmer--------- Poe —.................—______________Any Volume.................-.........— Poems _______________________________ Poole _______________________________Enchanted Moon _______________________ Harbor ______________________________ Ravage ______________________________An American in the Making------------- Reeve _______________________________Craig Kennedy on the Farm------------- Rinehart ................-...........Any Volume............................ Riverside ___________________________Short Stories ------------------------ Rolvaag, A. .........................Giants of the Earth................... Peder Victorious ____________________ Roper _______________________________Winning Football _____________________ Roosevelt.............—..............Any Volume ........................... Russell _____________________________Franklin, The First Civilized American Shallenberger.........-..............History of Stark County..............- Slosson _____________________________Science Remaking the World—........... Smith, C. A—.........................Life of O. Henry------------.......... Smith, F. Hopkinson__________________Colonel Carter of Cartersville-------- Stevenson ___________________________Travels With a Donkey----------------- Stowe, H. B__________________________Uncle Tom’s Cabin--------------------- Street —__________________________ — Abroad At Home --------------------- Tarkington ..........................Alice Adams —......................... The Gentleman From Indiana----------- Any Volume __________________________ The Flirt —.......-....-------------- Terhune.......—......................-Grey Dawn ........................... Thoreau _____________________________Maine Woods -------------------------- Walden ...........—.......-.......... Twain _______________________________Captain Stormfield’s Visit to Heaven—. The $30,000 Bequest_____________________ Van Dine _______________ -___________The Green Murder Case----------------- Van Dyke ____________________________Blue Flame --------------------------- Wells________________________________Daughters of the House---------------- Wescott _____________________________David Harum -------------------------- Whittier___________—.................Poems -------------------- —.........- Wilder_______________________________Bridge of San Luis Rey---------------- Wilson ______________________________Addresses, Etc. ----------------------- White -______________________________Blazed Trail Stories------------------ 8 8 5 8 2 2 5 6 6 5 5 5 7 7 7 5 8 3 7 7 6 7 7 4 4 4 8 8 5 7 8 8 7 6 6 6 6 5 5 5 5 4 6 8 8 4 5 6 8 4 6 8 7 8 5 26 +• Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two JUNIOR READING LIST. Nine books are required during the year. (Books starred are in the School Library.) FICTION. (Read at least two from this division.) ‘Austen—Pride and Prejudice. “Barrie—The Little Minister. Barrie—Sentimental Tommy. •A. Bennett—Buried Alive. ‘Blackmore—Lorna Doone. ‘Boswell—Life of Johnson. ‘Bronte—Jane Eyre. ‘Conrad—Nigger of the Narcissus. Conrad—Youth. “Crail—John Halifax, Gentleman. ‘Daudet—Tartarin of the Alps. ‘Daudet—Tartarin of Tarascon. ‘Dickens—Oliver Twist. ‘Dickens—Hard Times. •Dickens—David Copperfield. •Dickens—Nicholas Nickleby. Dickens—Great Exceptions. •Dickens—The Old Curiosity Shop. Dickens—Pickwick Papers. Doyle—The White Company. •Eliot—Adam Bede. •Eliot—The Mill on the Floss. •Eliot—Romola. •Mrs. Gaskell—Cranford. •Goldsmith—The Vicar of Wakefield. •Hardy—Tess of the D’Urbervilles. •Hardy—Under the Greenwood Tree. Hardy—The Return of the Native. •Hudson—Green Mansions. Hugo—Ninety-three. Hugo—Notre Dame de Paris. Hugo—The Toilers of the Sea. •Kingsley—Westward Ho! •Kipling—Puck of Pook’s Hill. •Kipling—Kim. •Kipling—The Light That Failed. •Lamb—Essays of Elia. •Locke—The Beloved Vagabond. •Locke—House of Baltazar. •Lockhart—Life of Scott. •Lytton—The Last Days of Pompeii. Maclaren—Beside the Bonnie Briar Bush. ♦Masefield—Sard Harker. •Melville—Typee. Parker—Seats of the Mighty. •Pepys—Samuel Pepys’ Diary. •Porter—Scottish Chiefs. •Reade—Cloister and the Hearth. “Scott—Kenilworth. •Scott—Guy Mannering. •Scott—Rob Roy. •Scott—Heart of the Midlothian. •Scott—The Talisman. “Scott—Quentin Durward. “Stevenson—Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. “Stockton—Casting Away of Mrs. Leeks and Mrs. Aleshine. “Thackeray—Vanity Fair. •Thackeray—Pendennis. •Thackeray—Henry Esmond. •Walpole—The Young Enchanted. “Walpole—The Green Mirror. •Walpole—The Duchess of Wrexe. “Walpole—Jeremy. “Walpole—The Cathedral. • Wa lpole—Fortitude. Walpole—The Old Ladies. •Wells—Men Like Gods. Wells—Tuno Bungay. Wells—The Undying Fire. “Wells—Mr. Brittling Sees it Through. •Wells—Bealby. DRAMA. (Read at least one from this list.) •Barrie—The Admirable Crichton. •Barrie—Dear Brutus. Barrie—Echoes of the War. Barrie—A Kiss for Cinderella. •Lord Dunsany—Plays of Gods and Men. “Fitch—Beau Brummel. “Fitch—Nathan Hale. •Fitch—Barbara Frietchie. “France—The Man Who Married a Dumb Wife. ' Galsworthy—J ustice. •Galsworthy—The Mob. •Goldsmith—She Stoops to Conquer. “Gregory—Seven Short Plays. •Ibsen—Ghosts. “Ibsen—Enemy of the People. “Ibsen—A Doll’s House. Maeterlink—The Blue Bird. “Mackaye—The Scarecrow. “Mackaye—Jeanne D’Arc. “Moody—The Great Divide. N oyes—Sherwood. Rostand—Chanticleer. “ Shakespeare—Hamlet. Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 27 •+ •Shakespeare—Midsummer Night’s Dream. •Shakespeare—Comedy of Errors. •Shakespeare—Coriolanus. •Shakespeare—Henry V. •Shakespeare—Romeo and Juliet. •Shakespeare—Twelfth Night. Shakespeare—The Tempest. •Shaw—Androcles and the Lion. •Sheridan—The Rivals. •Sheridan—The School for Scandal. •Wilde, Oscar—Salome. •Wilde, Oscar—The Importance of Being Earnest. THE BIBLE AND CLASSICAL EPICS (Read one from this list.) Homer—The Illiad. Virgil—The Aeneid. SOPHOMORE Eight books are required during the year. (Books starred are in the School Library.) FICTION (Read at least two from this list.) •Allen—A Kentucky Cardinal. •Bangs—The House Boat on the Styx. Bennett—Helen With the High Hand. •Cervantes—Don Quixote. •Connor—Black Rock. Connor—Man From Glengarry. •Connor—Glengarry School Days. •Cooper—The Pathfinder. •Davis—A Friend of Caesar. •Davis—A Victor of Salames. •Davis—Soldiers of Fortune. •Dumas—The Count of Monte Cristo. •Dumas—The Three Musketeers. •Doyle—Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. •Eggleston—The Hoosier School Master. •Farnol—The Amateur Gentlemen. Famol—High Adventure. •Farnol—The Broad Highway. •Ferber—Buttered Side Down. Ford—The Honorable Peter Sterling. •Ford—Janice Meredith. •Fox—The Trail of the Lonesome Pine. •Fox—Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come. •Gale—Miss Lulu Bett. Haggard—King Solomon’s Mines. •Hergesheimer—Java Head. Homer—The Odyssey. •Bible—Old Testament: Genesis. Exodus. Ruth. First Kings. Second Kings. First Samuel. Second Samuel. Job. Daniel. Jonah. •Bible—New Testament: Matthew. Mark. Luke. John. The Acts. READING LIST. Hergesheimer—Three Black Pennies. Hope—The Prisoner of Zenda. •Hough—The Covered Wagon. •Johnson—The Varmint. •Johnson—To Have and to Hold. •Kipling—Kim. •Kyne—Cappy Ricks. •London—The Sea Wolf. •London—White Fang. •Masefield—Martin Hyde, The Duke’s Message. •McCarthy—If I Were King. •Sabatini—The Sea Hawk. •Sabatini—Scaramouche. •Shakespeare—All’s Well That Ends Well. “Shakespeare—Much Ado About Nothing. •Stevenson—Kidnaped. •Stockton—Squirrel Inn. “Tarkington—Seventeen. “Thompson—Alice of Old Vincennes. •Wallace—Ben Hur. •Wescott—David Harum. •Wilkinson—The Ding Bat of Arcady. •Wister—The Virginian. •Wister—Lady Baltimore. Verne—Tour of the World in Eighty Days. BIOGRAPHY, ETC. (Read at least one book from this list.) •Austin—The Promised Land. Arnold—The Life of Lincoln. 28 +• Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two •Bachellor—A Man for the Ages. •Bachellor—In the Days of Poor Richard. Barrus—Burroughs, Boy and Man. Bolton—Girls Who Became Famous. Davis—Life in a Mediaeval Barony. •Eastman—From Deep Woods to Civilization. Evans—Sailor's Log. •Gauss—Through College on Nothing a Year. •Howell—My Mark Twain. •LaSalle and Wiley — Vocations for Girls. •Muir—Story of My Boyhood and Youth. •Ravage—An American in the Making. •Roosevelt—Letters to His Children. •Washington—Up From Slavery. •Weaver—Vocations for Girls. TRAVEL AND ADVENTURE. (Read at least one book from this list.) Arnin—The Caravaners. •Custer—Boots and Saddles. Du Chaullu—The Land of the Midnight Sun. Duncan—Dr. Grenfell’s Parish. FRESHMAN Eight books are required during the year. (Books starred are in the School Library.) ANIMAL, PLANT, NATURE STORIES Atkinson—Grey Friar’s Bobby. Bostock—Training of Wild Animals. •Bullen—Cruise of the Cachalot. Burroughs—Squirrels and Other Fur-bearers. Burroughs—Ways of Nature. •Eaton—On the Edge of the Wilderness. •Cooper—Under the Big Top. •Hudson—Idle Days in Patagonia. •Curwood—Kazan. •Dixon—Human Side of Plants. Dixon—Human Side of Animals. Hagenbeck—Beast and Man. •Kipling—Jungle Book. Lippencott—Red Ben, The Fox of Oak Ridge. •London—Call of the Wild. •Fisher—Home Fires in France. •Franck—Four Months Afoot in Spain. •Gerould—Hawaii. •Hall—High Adventure. •Haliburton—The Glorious Adventure. •Haliburton—The Royal Road to Romance. Hornaday—Campfires in the Canadian Rockies. •Hudson—Idle Days in Patagonia. •Jewett—Country of the Pointed Firs. •London—The Cruise of the Snark. Peary—The North Pole. •Pope—Hawaii, the Rainbow Land. Prescott—The Conquest of Mexico. Prescott—The Conquest of Peru. •Roosevelt—African Game Trails. •Roosevelt—Hunting Trips of a Ranchman. Stefanson—Hunters of the Great North. •Street—Abroad at Home. •Twain—Innocents Abroad. •Twain—Life on the Mississippi •White—Daniel Boone, the Wilderness Scout. •Wallace—The Lure of the Labrador Wild. ♦Wyss—The Swiss Family Robinson. READING LIST. ♦McFarland—Getting Acquainted With the Trees. •Mills—In Beaver World. •Mills—Wild Life in the Rockies. •Ollivant—Bob, Son of Battle. Terhune—His Dog. •Terhune—Lad. Terhune—Lochinvar Luck. •Terhune—Wolf. •E. S. Thompson—Wild Animals at Home. •E. S. Thompson—Wild Animals I Have Known. E. S. Thompson—Lives of the Hunted. BIOGRAPHY. Balfur—Robert Louis Stevenson. Farrar—Story of My Life. •Gilchrist—Life of Mary Lyon. Hagedorn—Boys’ Life of Roosevelt. Holland—Historic Girlhoods. •Keller—World I Live In. •Keller—Story of My Life. “Muir—Story of My Boyhood Youth. Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 29 + Overton—Life of R. L. Stevenson for Boys and Girls. Paine—Boys’ Life of Mark Twain. Richards—Joan of Arc. Richards—Florence Nightingale. “Roosevelt—Letters to His Children. “Trudeau—Autobiography. LEGENDS AND SHORT STORIES “Arabian Nights. “Anderson—Danish Fairy Tales and Legends. Atkinson—Johnny Appleseed. •Bachellor—Keeping up With Lizzie. “Bunyan—Pilgrim’s Progress. “Church—Aeneid. “Church—Odyssey. “Dickens—Christmas Stories. “French—Lance of Kannana. “Hale—Man Without a Country. Harris—Uncle Remus and His Friends. “Hawthorne—Tanglewood Tales. Hawthorne—Wonder World. Judson—Myths and Legends of the Mississippi. Lanier—Boy’s King Arthur. “Pyle—Robin Hood. Riis—Hero Tales of the Far North. “Tarkington—Penrod. “Tarkington—Seventeen. “Tarkington—Penrod and Sam. Van Dyke—The Story of the Other Wise Men. “Yeats—Irish Folk and Fairy Tales. TRAVEL AND ADVENTURE. “Akeley—In Brightest Africa. “Chaillu—Lost in the Jungle. “DeFoe—Robinson Crusoe. “Dana—Two Years Before the Mast. “Dunraven—Hunting in the Yellowstone. “Foster—Adventures of a Tropical Tramp. “Gerould—The Land of The Rainbow. Hawaii. “Grenfell—Tales of the Labrador. Griffith—Brave Little Holland. Huard—My Home in the Field of Honor. Lever—The Dodd Family Abroad. “Mills—Spell of the Rockies. “Nutting—The Track of the Typhoon. Peary—Nearest the North Pole. “Powell—First Through the Grand Canyon. “Rinehart—Through Glacier Park. Smith—A White Umbrella in Mexico. “Swift—Gulliver’s Travels. Tomlinson—Places Young Americans Should Know. “Wallace—The Lure of the Labrador Wild. FICTION Aldrich—Story of a Bad Boy. “Alcott—Little Women. “Burnett—Secret Garden. Burnett—Lost Prince. Barrie—Peter and Windy. “Bennett—Master Skylark. “Canfield—Understood Betsy. “Carroll—Alice in Wonderland. Carroll—Alice Through the Looking Glass. “Clemens, Samuel—Huckleberry Finn. “Clemens, Samuel—Tom Sawyer. Connor—Man From Glengarry. Connor—The Sky Pilot. “Cooper—The Last of the Mohicans. “Cooper—Wing and Wing. Cooper—The Deer Slayer. “Dickens—Oliver Twist. “Dumas—The Three Musketeers. “Duncan—Dr. Luke of the Labrador. “Eggleston—Hoosier School Boy. “Farnol—The Amateur Gentlemen. “Gale—Miss Lulu Bett. Hay—Scally. Hegan—Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch. “Heyliger—High Benton. Hough—Mississippi Bubble. “Hughes—Tom Brown’s School Days. Jewett—Betty Leichester. “Kipling—Captain Courageous. “Montgomery—Anne of Green Gables. Morley—Kathleen. “Scott—Kenilworth. “Stevenson—Kidnaped. Stevenson—Black Arrow. “Stockton—Rudder Grange. “Webster—Daddy Long Legs. “Wiggins—Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. “Wright, H. B.—Shepherd of the Hills. Mi«s Oehmke: “Otis, how long did you study your Latin last night?” Otis Brown: “I didn’t study it for an hour. I mean I did.” 30 +■ Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two TDniree TTHncDonssimid] +--------------------—■— ------------ One dull, dreary, slushy, hopeless, gray day, which was typical of the spirit of Russia, following the rise of the communists to power, Alexander Marchoski, the hangman of Moscow, clumped his way through filthy, iniquitous streets to a cafe in that city, where nightly a handful of his fellow rebels gathered. In that rude den, stale with tobacco and liquor, he found refuge as twilight came. Roughly and boisterously his companions greeted him. “Well, friend,” as Marchoski slowly lowered his huge frame into a dilapidated chair, “how did your noose go today? Very many aristocrats to stick their proud necks into it?” Marchoski’s livid, puffy features were drawn in a black scowl, but suddenly they broke into a leering grin. “Not so good, and yet not so bad,” he replied in his guttural voice. “My day was saved by an old man —a peasant blacksmith. He used to be considered wealthy before the communists came to power, and while the aristocrats held full sway. I knew him when I was a child. He lived in the same village that I did.” A heart-rending moan of agony turned every face quickly in the direction of Sonia, Marchoski’s wife. She sat apart in a corner from the sotted group of women, who occupied the disagreeable den. Her eyes were frozen with horror to her husband’s face. Falteringly words came from her numb lips. “Alexander, it wasn’t your old friend Paul, the blacksmith ? Your friend and my friend?” “Of course,” came the brief reply. “You hanged him with your hands?” “Yes, my hands. Look, you fool! Look, my hands!” And he thrust his huge hairy, grimy paws under Sonia’s beautiful face. “Tragic, isn’t it? Ha! Ha!” and Marchoski threw back his ragged unkempt head, and laughed like a wild animal, showing his yellow ugly snags, which he called teeth. “Comrade, do any of these condemned people have anything to say before they go to their deaths ?” asked one lean-jawed ragged man. “Oh, once in a while. For instance this old fool just this morning asked me if I didn’t ever hate to hang around twenty men a day. Imagine! Of course you know what my answer was. I laughed in his old, wrinkled face. Then he said that those who are so sure of themselves fall hardest, and he said I would be hangman of Moscow only a year and maybe less. He asked me if I didn’t ever feel any mercy. Mercy, the idea! I don’t know what the word means. I told him it gave me great satisfaction to see them come up and stick their necks in the noose. And you know it is rather amusing to notice how different necks are. Some skinny, Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 31 some fat, some short, some long, some round, some oblong, and quite a few of the women’s necks are pretty. Very pretty indeed. “Then the old devil shook his finger in my face and predicted, mind you, predicted that the communist government would fall in ruins and as for me! Well, I would die by the rope also. Because, he said, that I’d die as I lived—by the rope. I told him he was crazy and I promised him I’d hang three thousand people before the end of the year. He laughed in my face and told me I’d never live to do it. Bah!’’ His listeners laughed until they held their sides, at the amusing way Marchoski told the tale. But Sonia bowed her head on her arms and sobbed softly. Sonia, the beautiful, they called her. Even the hardened veterans shook their heads and wondered why she ever married Marchoski, and why she still worshipped him with a dog-like devotion in spite of everything. Finally she arose and staggered out of the hovel. Marchoski did not venture to look up as she passed him. His eyes were glued and narrowed into merciless slits on a handful of greasy cards. After a while he rose too, and sauntered out. In spite of his apparent bravery regarding the old man, the old blacksmith’s prophecy of that morning bothered him. As he mushed through the inky blackness of the street where the blood of thousands of innocent victims still mingled with the wet and mud and a few blades of grass, he was thinking of the threat. He shrugged his shoulders, threw up his head and muttered, trying to throw off the dark thought, “I must be getting childish, letting an old lunatic’s ramblings bother me.” But the next day the thought still persisted, even though he tried to become interested in his prisoners’ expressions as they mounted the scaffold. The cold, drab, and dull winter passed and spring came: then summer. With the summer came stifling heat and famine. Meanwhile the executioner’s victims increased day by day, so that it seemed as if Mar-choski’s vow to the long dead blacksmith was to be fulfilled. Marchoski well deserved the name of the most heartless hangman that Moscow had ever had. The hot relentless summer heat and the long close nights had taken their toll on him. He stood at his post of duty this morning with his huge eyes bloodshot, his thick lips almost purple, and his hair and beard long, matted and unkempt. Clang! Clang! sounded the prison gates and six weary hopeless men stumbled across the court yard toward the gallows. “Six!” shouted Marchoski. “Don’t you see that I must have nine for today? Tomorrow is the last day of grace that is left me to fill my promise. I should have ten tomorrow, but if I am three short today, that means I must have three more tomorrow. You lunkheads, dummies and open-mouthed idiots! Go out and find me three more. Get children if 32 +■ Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two you can not do any better!” he roared in a voice like thunder. “Sorry, sir,” said one of the guards, shrugging his shoulders, “but every nook and corner of the city has been searched and these are all that can be found. Nearly all of the condemned have served their sentence. Tomorrow there will be less than ever, as we can not find any offense to pin on them, either straight or crooked. Nearly everyone is obeying the communist rule and those that refused have long ago been put to death.” Blind rage so shook Marchoski that he was hardly able to put the poor wretched souls of the six men out of their misery. That night Sonia had to bear the brunt of Marchoski’s bitter disappointment in kicks and harsh words. The next day dawned bright and sweltering without promise of relief. Marchoski’s head seemed to him as if it would split open. The ugly threat that a dying man had made recurred in his mind often and like lightning. Marchoski had to admit now that he was afraid of the calm old man’s threat, and also he happened to remember the old saying that dying men see more clearly into the future than they ever did while living on this earth. “How many prisoners today?” Marchoski asked one of the guards briefly. “Eleven,” was the equally brief answer. The eyes of Marchoski slowly widened in horror as if seeing something in the world beyond. Then they quickly narrowed. “Eleven ?” he shouted. Then he whispered, “Eleven!” “I must have another—another victim,” he said as much to himself as to the guard. “How long before the doomed hour ?” “One hour.” “I will be back by then with another victim, making my death list reach three thousand, the promised number,” he informed the guard. After wandering around for a while in the narrow streets he turned his footsteps toward home. “Sonia,” he called into the cool darkness of his domain. “Sonia.” After a pause a soft voice answered him. “Yes, Alexander.” “Go to the well and get me a drink,” he ordered, while the figure three thousand kept running through his brain. Three thousand! Because Sonia was tired she did not hurry and this so enraged Marchoski that he was across the room in one big stride, and had her by the shoulders shaking her as a dog does a rat. “When I speak to you I want you to do as I bid in a hurry. You’re not dumb are you?” he demanded, still brutally shaking her. Sonia’s face turned slowly white and her black eyes snapped. “You beast! You murderer! Take your murderous hands off me. You, who would kill your best friend! Get out of my way before I kill you. Do Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 33 •+ you hear me?” She slumped to her knees and Marchoski made as if to strike her, and then stopped suddenly. “My victim. My twelfth one. You shall be my victim,” he whispered to himself. “Come with me,” he ordered, and at the same time grasped her by the arm and dragged her through the streets to the prison. Sonia did not care whether she lived or died, so she did not resist. “Let us begin,” Marchoski addressed the prison guard. “I have found my victim. By heaven! My promise is fulfilled. Ha! Ha!” and he let out a horrible cackle. Sonia went to her death as she had lived; bravely. At high noon she left the world and as she was leaving, Marchoski was counting to himself with great satisfaction. Three thousand. That night Marchoski was roused from a restless slumber by the pealing of bells, great shouting, and huge bonfires. What was that they were shouting? He strained his ears. “Down with the Communists! Down with them! The government is saved. The return of the Aristocrats. Death! Death for all the Communists! Death!” At that moment a loud knocking was heard at his door. “Open, or your life!” Marchoski threw open the door. “What do you want ?” he questioned hoarsely. “You. You are one of the leaders of the Communists and the murderer of thousands of innocent people. You are going to die. Do you understand ? Die by the noose as thousands of your victims did.” Marchoski, frothing at the mouth, slumped slowly to the floor, his eyes rolling horribly. His last mental vision before he went completely insane was a picture of the noose swaying gently in the breeze. And his last conscious thought was, “The prophecy, the prophecy. It has come true. The old fool was right. Ha! Ha! May a curse be on his soul. Those that live by the rope, die by it. Ha! Ha!” One of the new Aristocrat guards said to his superior officer, “He’ll never die. He’ll be put in the insane asylum; he’s crazy as a bed bug.” “Yes, he will die. And by the noose. I don’t care how crazy he is,” harshly stated the superior officer. “If he dies before his time, we shall hang him anyway to be sure that he is dead,” and the officer laughed at his own joke as did the others. Such is the callousness of Russia. —A. Malone. MUST HAVE BEEN A FROSH. Dale bought an ice cream cone, walked outside to eat it, then brought the cone back to the fountain. Handing it to Billie, he said, “Much obliged for the vase.” 34 Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two Esi esdiroipipers ------------------------------------------------------------------ If books could talk there would be less gossip and more study among the T. H. S. students. This is a common conversation between a Sophomore Geometry book and a Junior English book. As the story opens we see Madam Navarro and Professeur mskit walking across the street that leads down past Kroger’s store. As these books are rather complicated w'e had better explain that Navarro is one of our Sophomore girls and Professeur Ymskit will be better remembered as one of our Junior boys. (The books listen attentively). Madam N. to Professeur Y.: “Got your Geometry?” Professeur Y. to Madam N.: “That’s too complicated for me. Anyway I didn’t study English last night. Wasn’t that a good show in Kewanee ?” Junior book to Soph, book: “No wonder he hasn’t picked me up to read me. I just wish that I could talk. Wouldn’t Miss Tyler hear from me?” Soph, book to Junior book: “I would think Miss Dewey’s patience would be exhausted with the students who always seem to fail on their tests.” (As we near the school we still hear Madam N. and Professeur Y. talking.) M. N.: “Do you have to stay after school tonight?” P. Y.: “Don’t know, unless it is for English.” Junior book to Soph, book: “M-m-m, he would disgrace me in front of all my friends.” (Morning passes and noon arrives.) (Junior book who is shouting across the aisle to the Sophomore book.) “I wonder what exciting things will happen this noon. You know, I overheard a conversation this morning and that Mr. Askew is the proud father of a baby girl. I’ll make a guess that she’ll make a good cheer leader. I only hope that I’m handed down to the second hand book store long enough to see that time come.” Soph, book to Junior book: “I think that there is some mischief in the air. I can’t tell what it is because those Senior boys are whispering. But, wait. I’ll listen more closely because I’m closer than you. I can just tell partly what they are saying. Listen! A high chair! a tractor! I have it. They’re going to play a joke on Mr. Askew. Remember and watch. This is going to be good. I think I’ll take a nap now.” (They both agreed.) About a quarter of one they awoke and heard such a shouting and clapping that they were nearly jarred out of their places. One of them heard Mr. Askew say that his little girl was too big Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two 35 . for a high chair. But the best joke that they heard was Mr. Askew telling the T. H. S. students that he didn’t care how much the Freshmen made dates with his daughter, but he didn’t want the Senior boys around. The two books agreed that this had been one of the most exciting days in school. —Doris Fox. TALL AND SHORT. Bonnie McK.: “There’s a man outside who wants to see you, Mr. Martin.” Mr. Martin: “What does he look like f” Bonnie: “I don’t know, sir.” Mr. Martin: “Well, is he tall or short?” Bonnie: “Both. He’s over six feet tall and he wants to borrow five dollars.” TRAINING FROM SHAKESPEARE. Freshmen: A Comedy of Errors. Sophomore: As You Like It. Junior: Much Ado About Nothing. Seniors: All’s Well That Ends Well. We are told it takes sixty-four muscles to make a frown, and only thirteen to make a smile. Why make your face work five times as hard as it needs to ? A sponge is someone who reads another person’s Tolo instead of buying one for himself. Charlie: “For medicine, of course. Haven’t you heard of sugar-some sugar.” Harold Church: “Sugar—for what?” Charlie : “For medicine, of course. Haven’t you heard of sugar-cured hams?” Mother: “Jimmy, did you get that loaf of bread that I sent you for?” Jimmy Winn: “No, the store was closed.” Mother: “What, closed at that hour of day? Jimmy: “Sure, there was a sign on the door that said, “Home baking.” Sam Bergin: “Can you imagine anything worse than a giraffe with a sore throat?” “Ossie” Kerns: “Well, yes. A centipede with corns.” Jo Pyle: “Men shiver when they stand before my hero.” Clarence Ogburn: “Yeh! What’s he do, give out towels in the gym?” 36 +- Spring, Nineteen Thirty-two Ttainilk Yamd,, S smin©r The Freshmen, Sophomores and Juniors wish to thank the Seniors for their useful and worthwhile gifts. We appreciate these tokens to the fullest extent. The files will not only benefit the present classes, but also the future ones, and the community as well. The flag is a constant reminder of what our forefathers did for us. It is and should be an inspiration to us. It is placed in our study hall so we all face it when we are seated. The flag is very beautiful and measures eight by fifteen feet. We are listing a few “Do Nots” about the Flag which every high school student should know. 1. Do not permit disrespect to be shown to the Flag of the United States. 2. Do not display the Flag of the United States with the union down except as a signal of distress. 3. Do not place any other flag or pennant above or to the right of the Flag of the United States. 4. Do not let the Flag of the United States touch the ground or trail in the water. 5. Do not use the Flag as drapery in any form whatsoever. (Use bunting of blue, white and red.) 6. Do not fasten the Flag in such manner as will permit it to be torn easily. 7. Do not fasten the Flag over the hood, top, sides, or back of a vehicle, a railroad train or a boat. When the Flag is displayed on a motor car, the staff should be affixed to the chassis or clamped to the radiator cap. 8. Do not use the Flag as a portion of a costume or of an athletic uniform. Do not embroider it upon cushions or handkerchiefs or print it on paper napkins or boxes. 9. Do not use the Flag in any form of advertising nor fasten an advertising sign to a pole from which the Flag of the United States is flying. 10. Do not put lettering of any kind upon the Flag. 11. Do not display, use, or store the Flag in such a manner as will permit it to be soiled easily or damaged. Mr. McCullough: “What’s the fastest thing in the world?” Lewis Heaton: “Fish.” Mr. McCullough: “Yes?” Lewis: “Dad caught one once and it grows six inches every time he tells about it.”