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

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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.

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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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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.