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

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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.”

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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

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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.