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

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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.

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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.

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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