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

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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.”

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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 ?”

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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.