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

Text from Pages 1 - 36 of the 1933 volume:

CThe TOLO Commencemenl Number May, 19 33 HonoRinQ cr HE SENIORS 2 + May, Ninteen Thirty-three Faculty D. L. WOOD. Superintendent. MISS ESTELLE BENNETT. Music. MISS GERTRUDE CHASE. Home Economics. MISS ANNE DEWEY. Mathematics. MISS ALMA OEHMKE. Latin, French. MISS JEWELL TYLER. English. MISS CAMILLA WOOD. History. V. B. ASKEW. Manual Training, Coach. T. O. MCCULLOUGH. Science. C. H. MARTIN. Commercial. 4... iiitmiimiiMiiiiiimiiiimiMMiiiiimiii emnra 4 May, Nineteen Thirty-three 4 —■■—■■——■■——■■—— ■——■■—••—— + ‘‘We are all blind until we see That in the human plan, Nothing is worth the making, if It does not make the man. Why build these cities glorious If man unbuilded goes? In vain we build the work, unless The builder also grows.” —EDWIN MARKHAM. 4 4 ----- May, Nineteen Thirty-three Class of 1933 CLYDE ST. JOHN “Jack'’ Hi-Y 3, Glee Club 2, 4. Football numeral 3. Olympic Club 4. “The only way to have a friend is to be one.” KATHRYN BURCHAM Girls’ League 1, 2, 3. 4. President Service Club 4. Declamatory 2, 3, 4. Latin Club 2, 3. Glee Club 1, 3. 4. Cantata 1. Operetta 3, 4. “Her world was ever joyous.” MARTHA PACKER “Mort” Girls’ League 1, 2, 3, 4. Vice President Girls' League 3. Science Club 2, 3, 4. Treasurer Service Club 4. Latin Club 1, 2, 3. Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Cantata 1. Operetta 3, 4. Girls’ Basketball Team 4. “A lofty hope, earnestly pursued, is its own crown.” JEAN MONTOOTH President Girls’ League 3. Vice President Girls’ League 4. Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Operetta 3, 4. “She’s pretty to walk with And witty to talk with And pleasant too, to think on.” DOROTHY TALBERT Dot” Girls’ League 1, 2, 3, 4. Glee Club 2, 3, 4. Operetta 3, 4. “When the heart is light with hope, All pleases, nothing comes amiss.” 6 May, Nineteen Thirty-three Class of 1933 LESTER MORRELL “Morrell” Glee Club 1, 2, 3. 4. Hi-Y club 3. Olympic Club 4. “Be merciful, be patient, and ere long, Thou shalt have more.” HELEN DILLON Glee Club 1, 4. Girls' League I, 2, 4. Declamatory 1. Operetta 4. Secretary Hiking Club 2, 4. “You are well favour’d and your looks foreshow you have a gentle heart.” PAULINE CROW “Polly” Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Girls’ League 1. 2, 3, 4. Secretary Service Club 3. Secretary - Treasurer Junior Class. Science Club 4. Operetta 1, 2. 3. Declamatory 4. Salutatorian. “The sweetest cordial we receive at last, Is conscience 'of our virtuous actions past.” DARLINE FICKLING “Fickling” Entered from Wyoming 1. Girls’ League 1, 2. 3. 4. Latin Club 1, 2, 3. Commercial Club 2. Honor Roll. “Well, there is just one day of life before me, And whatso’er betide I will enjoy it.” FRANCIS PETERSON “Pete” Class President 3. Hi-Y 3. Declamatory 4. Honor Roll. “Rocks have been shaken from their solid base; But what shall move a firm and dauntless mind.” +— May, Nineteen Thiity-three I Class of 1933 WILLIAM HUMPHREY '‘Billie” Glee Club 4. Latin Club 1, 2, 3. Football Numeral 2. 3, 4. “There is no state, in which the bounteous Gods have not plac'd joy, if men would seek it out.” MARY HACKWITH Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Girls League 1, 2, 3, 4. “The enormous faith of many made for one.” ELIZABETH NEWTON Girls’ League 1, 2, 3, 4. Vice President Service Club 3. Science Club I, 2. 3, 4. Latin Club 1, 2, 3. Glee Club 1, 2. 3, 4. Operetta 3, 4. Cantata 1. Honor Roll. “Kindness by secret sympathy is tied; For noble souls in nature are allied.” VIRGINIA SLYGH “Ginger” Girls’ League 3, 4. Science Club 3, 4. Secretary Latin Club 2. Glee Club 1, 2, 3. 4. Honor Roll. Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gentle play, Virginia smil'd and all the world was gay.” HELEN ROARK “Roark’ Entered from Wyoming 3. Girls’ League 3, 4. “Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.” + 8 +•------ May, Nineteen Thirty-three Class of 1933 MARVIN HOLLARS “Bud” Football letter 2, 3. Track Letter 1, 2, 3. Class President 1. “Appearances to save, his only care. So things seem right, no matter what they are.” BERTHA GERARD “Bert” Glee Club 1. 4. Girls’ League. “I feel within me a peace, all earthly things a still and quiet conscience.” AUDREY FULLER Entered from Arkansas 4. Girls’ League 4. “Deeds are better things than words are. Actions mightier than boasting.” VIRGINIA BURKEY “Gin” Latin Club 1, 2, 3. Science Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Glee Club 1, 4. Secretary Sophomore Class. President Science Club 2. Vice President Latin Club 2. Secretary Girls’ League 4. Operetta 4. Cantata 1. “Chintz Cottage.” Honor Roll. “Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low—an excellent thing in woman.” Class Secretary 4. Girls’ League 3. 4. Operetta 3, 4. Glee Club 3,4. Entered from California 3. Such harmony in motion, speech and air; That without fairness, she was more than fair.” “Betts” BETTY CAVERLY +---- May, Nineteen Thirty-three 9 + Class of 1933 CECIL SECKMAN “Cese” Senior Class President. Hi-Y Club 3. Operetta 3, 4. Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Football Letter 3, 4. Track Numeral 2, 4. Basketball Nu- meral 2. '•Heart and hand that move together, Feet that run on willing errands.” BETTY PRICE “Betts” Science Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Vice President Science Club 4. Latin Club 1, 2, 3. President Latin Club 2. Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Operetta 3, 4. Girls’ League 1, 2, 3, 4. President Service Club 1. Honor Roll. The earth is bright, and I am earthly, so I love it well.” GLADYS DENNIS “Dennis” Glee Club 1. 2. Operetta 1, 2 Girls’ League 1, 2, 3, 4. Honor Roll. What I promise to do. I’ll do.” DOROTHY WILKINSON “Teddy” Latin Club 2, 3. Honor Roll. You have a natural, wise sincerity, a simple truthfulness.” JOHN DURBIN “Johnnie” Glee Club 1, 2, 3. 4. Hi-Y Club 3. Operetta 3, 4. Track Numeral 3, 4. “He tells you flatly what his mind is.” 10 May, Nineteen Thirty-three Class of 1933 CECIL WHITTAKER “Toots” Class Vice President 1, 2. 3. Glee Club 1. 2, 3, 4. Operetta 3, 4. Football Letter 4. Hi-Y Club 3. “Large was his bounty and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send.” RENA LARGE “Puss” Entered from Virginia in ’33. Girls’ League 4. Vice President Hiking Club 4. Girls’ Basketball Team 4. “I am not ashamed to confess that I am ignorant of what I do not know.” PAULINE ADDIS “Polly” Sophomore Class President. Freshmen Class Secretary. Girls’ League 1, 2, 3, 4. Operetta 3, 4. Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. President Hiking Club 2. President Health Club 3. Secretary Service Club 4. Secretary Science Club 3. Valedictorian. “The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with fear.” IONA GEACH Entered from Kewanee 3. Girls’ League 3, 4. President Girls’ League 4. Declamatory 4. Honor Roll. Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing’s so hard but search will find it out.” VIRGIE MAE THOMPSON “Virgie” Girls’ League. “Her looks do argue her replete with modesty.” May, Nineteen Thirty-three 11 + Class of 1933 AGNES MALONE “Aggie” Girls’ League 1, 2, 3, 4. Declaratory 3. Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Operetta 3, 4. I have heard of the lady, and good words went with her name.” JAMES WINN “Jimmie” Entered from LaFayette 3. Hi-Y 3. Glee Club 3, 4. Operetta 4. Olympic Club 3. “So much to win, so much to lose. No marvel that I fear to choose.” ISABELLE MEHL “Puddin’ ” Girls’ League 1, 2, 3, 4. Basketball Tournament 4. Cheer Leader 3. Latin Club 3. “As full of spirit as the Month of May.” RAYMOND SWIGER “Swiger” (No Picture.) Entered from Bradford 3. “His talk is like a stream which runs.” Senior Class Officers. Post Graduates. President—Cecil Seckman. Vice President—Jean Montooth. Secretary-Treasurer—Betty Caverly. MILDRED CLAYBAUGH. KATHRYN GOODWIN. MAURINE CHURCH. LUCILLE McMILLEN. ------.+ Advisors. Mr. Wood, Miss Tyler. 12 +• May, Nineteen Thirty-three JJtmnnQCDir HS o Illl - ----------------- -------------------- Alice Alldredge Leigh Beamer Madden Bergin Sam Bergin Helen Brady Otis Brown Charles Church Harold Church Duane Cole John Colgan Leslie Cox Ruth Crow Earle Day Robert Dewey Carolyn Ann Downend Carmen Egbert Morris Fargher Bruce Fell LaVonne Gelvin George Goodwin Bernice Heaton George Hinds Josephine Jackson Benjamin Kerns Josephine Kromphardt Margaret Large Ethel Marshall Harold McMillen Hazel McMullen Otto Mees Floyd Norman Marjorie O’Keefe Josephine Pyle Ruthe Pyle Roy Schmidt George Slygh Dale Smith Yvonne Titlow Dale Turner Ruth Willson Dorothy Winans Edward Winn CLASS OFFICERS. President ---.............................Dale Smith Vice President............................Otis Brown Secretary-Treasurer ........ --Bernice Heaton Advisors .................................Miss Chase, Miss Dewey, Mr. Martin. May, Nineteen Thirty-three 13 §©iplhi©iinn©r© Lois Booker William King Ruth Brian Virginia McClellan Jean Carter George McRell George Chaudoin Marjorie Newton Rollin Church Mary Lou Ogle Eleanor Coakley Marion Parrish Bernice Cole Carl Peve Margaret Cole Leola Phillips Warren Colwell George Roark Dorothy Daum Catherine Scott Homer Daum Dillard Scott Pauline Durbin John Smith Everett Dutton Valeria Spencer Dale Fargher Wayne Spencer Faye Louise Fell Wayne Sturm George Kell John Sundquist Mildred Gingrich James Sutherland Lewis Heaton James Williamson Dorothy Henderson Dale Winans Donald Hill Hazel Worley Jeanette Johnson Ernest Yelm CLASS OFFICERS. President - - Vice President George Fell Secretary-Treasurer Marion Parrish Advisors -Mr. Askew, Miss Wood 14 May, Nineteen Thirty-three +• — IFresIfomsiini •i . . Martin Anderson Ivan King Frances Berfield Robert Leigh Ralph Blust Raymond Mahany Thomas Booker Frank Mahle Mildred Day Jefferson McClellan Jane Dewey Cary McClenahan Robert Dunlap Wendell Montooth Harold Dustin Leland Newman Norma Ebbert Louise O’Keefe Naomi Egbert Kathryn Parrish Warren Franklin Theodore Rounds Harlan Fritz Kathleen Slygh Faye Gerard Curtis Sturm Dorothy Gordon Chester Sundquist Virginia Hagy Mary Trickle Kathleen Ham Helen Warren Sheldon Headley Hazel Webster Earle Hogate Katherine Wilkinson Frances Howell Ruth Williamson Bert Jackson Helen Winans Marshall Winn CLASS OFFICERS. President - Vice President- — - Robert Dunlap Treasurer Secretary -Kathryn Parrish Advisors--- ---Miss Oehmke, Mr. McCullough v - - stiuutpBrU iiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiii 16 +- May, Nineteen Thirty-three ILaistl Wnlfl snmd Testtsmmusinitt ---------------------------------------- We, the Senior Class of 1933 of Toulon Township High School, county seat of Stark, State of the sales tax, having a great amount of wealth which money cannot buy, and firmly believing in the saying, “It is more blessed to give than to receive,” and knowing that we are fast leaving this life, having discarded all rubbish which the Juniors immediately seized upon (namely the Lux Solis), we now will the following valuable treasures to the Junior Class, the class of 1934: HEAR YE! HEAR YE! We, the Senior Class, as individuals, do hereby bequeath our wealth of personal things, which is greater than gold, as follows: I, William Archie Humphrey Bald, do hereby bequeath my Ed Wynn Fire Chief’s cackle, which I use extensively in school, to Bernice Heaton, I, Betty Price, do hereby bequeath one freckle to John Colgan and LaVonne Gelvin, providing they divide it, because one is all I will donate. I, Virginia Burkey, do hereby bequeath my earnest desire to attend finishing school, so that I may polish off the edges of the diamond in the rough, to Josephine Dell Kromphardt. I, Lester Morrell, do generously bequeath my best Sunday-school suit to Ruthe Pyle so that she may be attired in the new masculine vogue, thus enabling Ruthe to show Marlene Dietrich that she isn’t the only one who can wear mannish togs and get by with it. I, Helen Roark, will my preference for the company of younger boys to Carolyn Downend. I, Virgie Mae Thompson, will my ravishing golden locks to Alice Alldredge because, Alice, you know Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Oh, yes. just a hint to the wise, use Blondex. I, Kathryn Burcham, do hereby bequeath my ability as a star basketball player to Ethel Marshall and Dorothy Winans. I only hope they won’t be as good shots as I was, because I would like to keep my record unblemished. I, Audrey Fuller, do hereby bequeath my Southern drawl to George Goodwin and Carmen Egbert, where it will do double duty. It will give George’s voice the slow musical quality that will enchant Carmen, and I assure you, George, Carmen will listen after this. I, Darline Fickling, do hereby bequeath my quick bouncing walk and quick, lilting speech to Morris Fargher, so that this may instill into Morris the virtue of quickness. I, Clyde St. John, do hereby bequeath my monkey-like antics to Margery O’Keefe because I think Margery tries to act too dignified. I, Pauline Crow, do hereby bequeath my (not infants’) shoes to Os- May, Nineteen Thirty-three 17 .sie Kerns, if, when he buys a new pair, he purchases them five sizes larger, so that they will not pinch while making home runs. I, Raymond Swiger, do hereby bequeath my battered, chipped, and dilapidated Senior Class ring to George Hinds, on one provision—that the girl he loans it to doesn’t treat it as badly as mine was treated. I, Dorothy Wilkinson, will my sixty miles per hour speech to Earl Day, so that he may get home early and sit down in the meadow and wait for the cow to back up to be milked. I, Mary Hackwith, do hereby bequeath my hair waving ability to my brother, Herschel Hackwith, and to Bruce Fell, so that they may start up a firm of their own. You see, I believe in keeping the business in the family. I, Gladys Dennis, will my 5 feet 9 to Yvonne Titlow and Dale Smith. I, John Durbin, do hereby bequeath my interest in a certain blonde girl in the Freshman class to Leigh Beamer, providing he still retains a preference for brunettes. I, Martha Ednah Packer, do hereby bequeath my long hair which reaches to my ankles to Margaret Large. Perhaps Margaret will object to my gift because she wants to play baseball this season, but she can belong to the House of David team. I, Marvin Hollars, do hereby bequeath my exceptional wit in answering questions to Floyd Norman. I, Bertha Gerard, do hereby bequeath my love for fattening sweets, to Ruth Willson. I, Elizabeth Placida Newton, do hereby bequeath my form which my sister considers perfect, to Josephine Jackson. I, Pauline Addis, do hereby bequeath my interest in scholastic studies to Otto Mees and Leslie Cox. I, Francis Peterson, do hereby will my booming oratorical voice to Josephine Pyle so that she may impress the teachers with it, as I have in the past. I, Cecil Whittaker, do hereby bequeath my Romeo qualities and the ability to get the ladies interested, to “Romeo” Turner provided the girl wears glasses. I, Jean Mon tooth, do hereby bequeath my cut-up ways to Harold McMillen. I, Rena Large, do hereby will my gigglish fits to Harold Church. I, James Winn, do hereby bequeath my ability to blush when I encounter the Salutatorian of the Senior Class to Roy Schmidt. I, Iona Geach, do hereby bequeath my habit of sitting in a certain establishment of this city, to Helen Brady, provided she doesn’t spend any more time in there than I did. I, Betty Caverly, do hereby bequeath my California lisp to Otis Brown. + 18 May, Nineteen Thirty-three I, Dorothy Talbert, do hereby bequeath my interest in a certain Sophomore youngster to Ruth Crow. I, Helen Dillon, will my black hair to “Red” Dewey, provided he uses Kolorbak. Oh, I forgot—no advertising on this program. I, Virginia Slygh, do hereby bequeath my gestures and pauses in mid speech, which have proved to be so effective, to Sam Bergin, provided he takes Civics again and Sociology to get ample practice. I, Cecil Seckman, will my long artistic fingers and fingernails to Ed Winn and Hazel McMullen. I, Isabelle Mehl, do hereby bequeath my love for dancing to Duane Cole and Charles Church. I, Agnes Malone, do hereby bequeath my fondness for writing stories to Madden Bergin. And to our dear faculty we will the following: First—a set of failure proof exams for each course; second—our ability to say so much in a five-minute period; for example—the five-minute period before one o’clock; third—after May 19, our caps and gowns; fourth—a bicycle to each member of the faculty, due to the lack of means of transportation from the High School to the Post Office. Signed and witnessed on this day, April 28, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-three, by Eddie Cantor (Clyde St. John). Mahatma Gandhi (Isabelle Mehl). George B. Shaw (Agnes Malone). +■ +■ PpoflpQueey I am a barker on this bus which regularly travels through Tolo Island by Route '33. By looking back you can still see Tolo Canyon. Also just to your left is the capital of the Senior state, Seckman. Now turn your attention to different points ahead of you and you will see the future. Don’t be surprised. It is but a peculiar trait of Lookout Mountain which we are now approaching. Just ahead is the New Tooth Hotel. Two well known Toulonians. Jean Montooth and Elizabeth Newton, are the hostesses. We shall stop here for our breakfast. Entering the lobby you will notice three striking paintings: “The Doorknob,” “The Dark Room” and “The Dumplings,” which are the masterpieces of our artistically inclined friend, Iona Geach. And here from the door on the right comes the famous actress, Darline Fickling! No doubt she has been under the influence of Mary +--------------—------------------------------------------------------------ May, Nineteen Thirty-three 19 Hackwith, who works in Durbin’s Beauty Parlors. By the way, John Durbin is the owner of the world-wide chain of Durbin’s Beauty Shoppes. That breakfast was very palatable. As we leave, here on the wall are several advertisements which perhaps might interest you. There is one advertising the Paris Shoppe of three stylists, Dorothy Wilkinson, Virgie Mae Thompson and Dorothy Talbert. The orchestra consisting of Cecil Seckman, who plays everything and sings at the same time, and Lester Morrell, the well known band leader, who has succeeded Paul Whiteman, are getting the instruments ready to play. Going on toward the mountain we find soil that is suitable for farming. “Well! Well! Here comes a little farmer. Well, fan my brow! if it isn’t Billie Humphrey carrying a pail of milk and yelling “giddap” at the cows! Let us be on, if we want to reach that Mountain peak today. There is a beautiful view of Future Ocean from the top. Who’s that coming from out of the hazel brush ? Bless me, if it isn’t Virginia Slygh and Audrey Fuller! What you doin’ out here? Watching your waistline— you say? Huh? Oh, I see, you’re mannequins. Good night! It’s ten o’clock already. Maybe the Olympics are going on up here. Yes, sir, there’s Rena Large, all-star athlete succeeding Babe Didrickson. Beat my top, there’s Martha Packer, champion high jumper of the world, who never has blisters on her feet because she wears those new shoes patented by that dark haired young lady over there, Isabelle Mehl! Gracious who’d have thought it ? Her shoes have springs in them. Why here’s Virginia Burkey, the fastest talker of the universe. She gained this honor by defeating the French mademoiselle. Well, here’s the jig saw puzzle department. Let’s go in. By cracky, if that isn’t Betty Caverly working that jig saw puzzle over there. Yes, sir! We’d better be on our route again. Here’s a circus. Why, Gladys Dennis is the owner and there’s the old clown, Clyde St. John! Old Lookout Mountain is rugged but we’ll be on the top pretty soon. There is Columbia University. Shall we go over there? Pauline Addis, the greatest scientist, has her observatory there. She is experimenting on another wonderful invention, after having made her name famous by pasting leaves on the trees so that we can have perpetual summer. She is working on the theory that cheerful people resist disease better than glum ones. That is, the surly bird catches the germ. Who’s that looking out of the library window at us? Is that the librarian ? Golly! Seems to me I’ve seen her before. Bertha Gerard. Oh, of 20 +•--- May, Nineteen Thirty-three course, now we remember. We must go in now that this wonderful tree has its green leaves on again! Bertha is at the door to meet us! Hello, librarian! Keep still, everybody; don’t let us be sent out of town for raising a mob scene. Well. Senior and Junior friends, and teachers, aren’t you through reading ? It’s about time to leave. Don’t scramble so! These steps are in number five hundred sixty. Why, who’s that tall young lady coming? Bless me, it looks like Pauline Crow! It is. Why on earth are you going to this library. To read up on stoopnocracy? Oh! I remember I saw your picture in the paper and it said you were the greatest Stoopnocrat in the world. Congratulations! We must get on. It’s only a small stretch to the top. Why, there’s a parachute. There’s another! Well, it’s landing on top! Hurry up, people! Beat my top if it isn’t James Winn stepping out from the tangled strings. How on earth did you get here? Ha! Ha! What? I’m hard of hearing on this mountain. You say you’re trying out Hollars Co.’s parachutes! Say, that is some parachute. Here comes a man. He must be the boss. Run, Jim, and get busy or you’ll get fired. Bless me, if it isn’t Mai'vin Hollars! So you invented these new colorful parachutes? Let’s go on. Well, how do you like the peak ? Looking out over Future Ocean, see that little schoolroom over there in Borneo? Isn’t it peculiar? Why, listen to what the teacher is saying—“He ne peux pas le trouver. La classe eas fini.” French! Bless me, that’s Betty Price. Oh! look over yonder! There’s Antarctica. What’s that? It’s a camp-fire with a man dressed in furs reading from a book to a group of natives. There’s Cecil Whittaker! Oh, yes, he is a missionary to Antarctica! That’s right. Here comes Marvin Hollars again. Hello, there. You say you want us to descend in your parachute? What do you say, pals? OH! OH! All right, you can! What! Who’s crying? Why, what’s the matter Agnes? Lost the key to the hospital? You a dietitian there? Oh, that’s horrible! But really we must get into these parachutes and be going. Whew! These parachutes surely are taking us down. Why, there’s some carrier pigeons. One has a key in its mouth. Give that here, pigeon! Well, bless me, that bird knows what it is doing! This is Agnes’s key, probably. Well, are we all landed? Where’s Mr. Wood? Oh, his parachute never opened and he lies over there on the ground. Help! Carry Mr. Wood to the hospital! Agnes, here is the key. Unlock the door quickly. Doctor Swiger! Lay him on the bed there, friends. He was descending the mountain in a parachute, doctor, and the thing didn’t open. May. Nineteen Thirty-three 21 You say there are no bones broken—only scared from the shock? That’s fine. Here’s a nurse; bring some bread. Why, that's Kathryn Burcham ! I didn’t know she was a nurse. Who’s that coming down the hall ? The baker of the hospital ? He has a little white cap and a long white apron. Yes, sir, that’s Francis Peterson. We all knew he’d turn out to be a famous baker. We hope his dough is honest! You say you are able to go now, Mi-. Wood ? Say, you know we ought to find the owner of those pigeons. There’s Helen Roark! She has a pigeon in her hand. And there’s Helen Dillon with several. Hello! Are you folks training pigeons? Well, of all occupations! Hurry friends and I, the bus barker, must take you back to the bus. —Sam Bergin. Four years ago in September an excursion bus started down the Toulon High Trail with forty-nine very bashful Freshmen as passengers. Marvin Hollars, Cecil Whittaker, and Fred W’hite (later succeeded by Pauline Addis) were our successful drivers for that year. Our two guides were Miss Oehmke and Mr. McCullough. Our only serious engine trouble was getting acquainted and acquiring the feeling of being at home. All of us enjoyed a party given by the Seniors. Three months after the completion of one-fourth of our journey, we again took to the open trail. As we needed new conductors, Pauline Addis. Cecil Whittaker, and Virginia Burkey were chosen for the task and they performed their work very successfully. Mr. Hartley and Miss Tyler were our chaperones and they gave us some very helpful advice to aid us in choosing the correct road to follow. Our Junior year, the roughest trail of all, appeared before us. We resumed our journey, however, with good spirits, knowing that our drivers, Francis Peterson, Cecil Whittaker and Pauline Crow, would guide the ever-ready bus over the rough as well as the smooth places. Mr. Martin. Miss Wood, and Mr. McCullough were our aides on this part of the journey. We worked diligently all year to earn enough money for the Junior-Senior Banquet, which in our opinion, was one of the best. Three members of our class, Francis Peterson, Betty Price, and Dar-line Fickling made themselves famous by taking second in the District Commercial Contest in Shorthand I at Princeton. We ended our trip with little gasoline, but lots of pep, with which to commence our forthcoming year. Soon thirty-four Seniors will have successfully completed the long, 22 May, Nineteen Thirty-three ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- long trail of four years. The old bus is travel-worn, but can still withstand the shock of another trip, if necessary. This class of 1933 feel they will be ready to take up the trail alone after the past and this year’s experience. On this final trip the Seniors elected Cecil Seckman, Jean Montooth, and Betty Caverly to drive the old bus. Mr. Wood and Miss Tyler have thus far helped us with our problems. We gave the first all-school party to enable the Freshmen to become acquainted with the rest of the student body. Even though the old bus was not hitting on all six cylinders when we chose rings and invitations, we reached the next garage safely and with the gi’eater majority satisfied. The Shorthand II team composed of Francis Peterson, Darline Fickling and Pauline Crow took second place in Commercial Contest in Princeton and the Bookkeeping team composed of Pauline Addis, Darline Fickling, and James Winn won third. They won their sectional contests, and placed in the state meet. We leave the old bus with our hearts like its flat tires, realizing that we shall not have the pleasure of coming back to T. H. S. again next year as a class. But cheer up, Classmates! Time is before us and we have much to accomplish, goaded on by the sunny memories of the days in Toulon Township High School. —Pauline Crow. SCHOOL PARTIES. As usual, the Seniors gave a school party during the first month of school. This party is always a “get acquainted” party. The next party was given by the Sophomores. The Juniors never give parties, because they have to save their money for the Junior-Senior Prom. Lucky Seniors. Of course, everyone was at the annual Christmas party given by the Seniors. They couldn’t miss the opportunity of seeing Santa Claus! For entertainment at our parties we usually play games and dance. This year there have been a number of matinee dances, sponsored by the Juniors. At these dances an admission of 10c has been charged to help the Juniors make their money for the Junior-Senior Prom. -------------- —V. Burkey. VISITING DAY. Visiting Day at school was presented as usual, with regular classes, except for an assembly in the afternoon. Miss Wood conducted this assembly which illustrated and explained the proper way to register and vote at an election. The students all voted and were nearly as interested and excited about the outcome as they would have been if the votes were really being counted. Lunch was served at the High School that day by committees of the Parent-Teacher Association. May, Nineteen Thirty-three 23 + GIRLS’ LEAGUE. Every girl in school is a member of Girls’ League. The officers are as follows: President—Iona Geach. Vice President—Ruth Willson. Secretary-Treasurer—Virginia Burkey. Sponsor—Miss Tyler. Within this League there are four clubs which the girls may join if they wish. These are the Service, Health, Physical Training and Hiking Clubs. The Service Club represents what the name implies—service. Each girl has a different duty to perform every week. These duties aid the teachers, as well as keep the building orderly. Kathryn Burcham is president of this club and the other officers are: Josephine Pyle, vice president; Pauline Addis, secretary; Martha Packer, treasurer. The officers of this club have, perhaps, more to do than those of the other clubs because they make out the lists of duties each week. Miss Oehmke is the sponsor of this club. The Physical Training Club affords exercise and sport for the girls. They play baseball, basketball and do exercises under the supervision of Miss Wood. The officers of this club are: Bernice Cole, president; Kathryn Parrish, vice president; Margaret Large, secretary. The Health Club is a very worthwhile club. The girls have cards with duties listed on them which they mark daily. The officers are: Hazel Webster, president; Ruth Crow, vice president; Josephine Kromp-hardt, secretary; Miss Chase, sponsor. The Hiking Club is supervised by Miss Dewey. Each girl is supposed to walk at least a mile a day and a group takes a five mile hike about once a month. The officers are: Bernice Heaton, president; Rena Large, vice president; Helen Dillon, secretary. Cards are kept in each of these clubs. At the end of the year the credits are counted. The girls are divided into two groups, the “Imps” and “Peps,” and the side having the fewest credits gives a banquet for the other side. As far as the girls are concerned, this is the social event of the year. --------------- SCIENCE CLUB PARTY. At the first Science Club party the new members were initiated (this initiation is always quite amusing and entertaining to the old members; they forget that they went through the same procedure themselves). Dancing was enjoyed after the program and refreshments were served, consisting of what was left over after a mysterious disappearance. Even though we have some enthusiastic detectives at High School, this mystery remains a mystery. ■+ 24 +■- May, Nineteen Thirty-three '©unitor ©lass Pflay “The Aunt With A Million,” a three-act comedy arranged by Dean Heirlee, was the big laugh at the Senior Class play presented Friday and Saturday nights, May 12 and 13. Each member of the Class of 1933 had a part in the production, which was one of the final activities of the Seniors, one week before graduation. The cast was as follows: Advertising manager................................Iona Geach Advertising boys ............Francis Peterson, Marvin Hollars, Cecil Whittaker, Ray- mond Swiger. Promoter ........................Martha Packer The girls who save the situation: Mary...........................Jean Montooth Jane ............................ Helen Roark Joan ....................... Dorothy Wilkinson Carrie....................................Helen Dillon Louise .........................Dorothy Talbert Lillian .......................Isabelle Mehl Marian..........................Mary Hackwith Marie ......................... Gladys Dennis Marlene .......................... Rena Large Verna .........................Bertha Gerard Verba ........................... Betty Price Bernice .................Virgie May Thompson Pheba ............................Betty Caverly Gwen ..........................Virginia Slygh Marcie..................................Darlene Fickling Mabel ......................... Pauline Crow Anna .......................... Pauline Addis Tennie...................................Audrey Fuller The following are the late arrivals: A college chap (who likes girls). . .Cecil Seckman His chum (with a fortune)... William Humphrey Another chum (with money)..........James Winn A necessary friend (with none). .Lester Morrell The father (who likes money)..........John Durbin A rival (who does too)............Clyde St. John The “Real” girl..................Elizabeth Newton The “Only” girl..........................Virginia Burkey The Aunt With a Million.......Kathryn Burcham “The” girl..................................Agnes Malone May, Nineteen Thirty-three 25 Director of the play was Miss Olive Kackley, of Chicago, who has come to this city for a number of years to direct the Senior plays. Following her system of coaching, intensive drill was first started on the Monday before the play, and with only five days of work (during which the class members lost no time from classes, track practice or other school work as they used only time after school and vacant periods to rehearse their parts) they presented a finished production. Business management of the play was in charge of Iona Geach. Ticket manager was Pauline Addis, property manager was Marvin Hollars and stage manager was Cecil Whittaker. INJUNS. In the year of eighteen hundred there was a gold rush in Oklahoma. I was a young fellow then and of course I set out to see what I could do. When I had staked my claim and filed papers to the government I built a log house. The house had two rooms, with a fireplace in one room and a cook stove in the kitchen. One day while I was eating my breakfast I heard a knock at my door. “Come in,” I called, and stuffed some more corn bread and bacon in my mouth. There was no answer so I went to the door and opened it. When I looked out I saw a husky Indian chief and two helpers standing before me. I made a bow and asked them what they wanted. “Me big Chief Po Ro Stanley,” answered the chief. I told him to come in and sit down. When we were sitting before the fireplace I asked him again what he wanted. “Me want you to go; this Po Ro Stanley’s hunting grounds,” he answered and looked out the window. I asked him how much he would take for the land and what I could trade him. He wanted me to leave—nothing else. I told him I would not leave and that he would have to stay away or I would use the broom stick on him. When he left he said for me to leave his hunting grounds or he would come and take my scalp. That evening I got out my pistols and rifles. After about an hour of loading and oiling them I ate supper. When my supper dishes were done, I went to the door and looked out. It was a dark and very foggy night and not a star was to be seen. I could not see the creeping figures coming stealthily up toward my house. Suddenly a tomahawk sailed past me and sank into the wall of my house. At this I shut the door and went to the table and picked up my two automatic revolvers. I looked at my big Smith Wesson forty-four and slipped it into my holster. Then I picked up my rifle and stood ready for battle. I did not have long to + 26 May, Nineteen Thirty-three wait, for in about two minutes I heard a tinkle of glass and a tomahawk struck the shutters of the window. After about an hour of pounding on my house the Indians found it to be too strong for them. I could not tell what they were doing, but after a while the smoke began to fill my house. They were burning my cabin. I went to the cupboard and took all the gold I had and put it in a pit under the floor. By this time I could not see; the smoke was blinding me and choking me; but I, suddenly, as if moved by a spirit, advanced toward the fireplace. I crawled in and started to climb up the chimney. Alas. I poked my head out into the fresh air and there stood the Indians. There were about twenty or thirty standing about ten rods from my house. As I was wondering what to do next I glanced up and right above my head was a limb of a large oak tree. I reached up and pulled myself up into the tree. I lay very close to a large limb and watched the house burn. When they were satisfied that I had burned they went away. Then I climbed down and dug up my gold and went to a small town about forty miles away. It was morning when I reached town and I told some of the men about my hardships. All they would say was—“You were lucky.” —Ernest Yelm. GOLD LUST. The calm, clean desert was a stretch of gleaming white sand that met the intense blue of the sky. In the far distance were moving specks. It was the caravan of Kasmor, carrying gold to Andalusia. There were awkward looking camels carrying large packs, and turbaned men, with long bronzed faces, and flowing white robes. Ben Kas was the camel leader. He had traveled this Spanish-Morrocan desert many a time. His evil, thin, bronzed face was partly covered with a beard. His head was bound with a dirty yellow turban, and his robes were also soiled. “Ben Kas,” yelled Kasmor to his camel guide, “do you think we go in the right direction ?” “Yes, why do you always doubt my guiding? Hath not I gone this route twenty times before?” “Yes,” said Kasmor, “but shouldn’t we have reached the oasis by now? See! yonder the sun sets and we shall have to camp on the desert, if we do not reach some vegetation. Our camels are tired and they long for water.” As the blue haze of twilight spread over the desert, Kasmor’s caravan reached the oasis. The camels took long draughts of crystal water from the spring. After the evening meal when the men had smoked their sebzigs, they lay down to sleep. May, Nineteen Thirty-three 27 The twilight deepened into darkness, Ren Kas stirred wearily from where he lay. He walked silently and swiftly to Kasmor’s tent. Inside lay what he wanted. It was gold and hundreds of burnooses. Because of the heat Kasmor lay sleeping outside his tent. Ben Kas slipped stealthily behind it. He took his sharp edged knife, and slit the goat skin. He crept inside and later returned with the gold. It was necessary for him to make haste, for soon the moon would come over the desert. Ben Kas went to choose Kasmor’s prize camel and stealthily rode away in the night; his course was south to another oasis which was two days off. The burning noon of the next day came. Ben Kas felt among his packs for the water bottles. “Oh! Allah!’’ Ben Kas shrieked. “I have forgotten, in my haste, to fill my water bottles! Allah! Allah! Save me!” Ben Kas sped onward. It wouldn’t be much longer before he would reach the green oasis. He seemed to have gotten his course wrong for he came to no oasis that day nor for three days to come. By that time he was raving mad. His throat was seared and his tongue was thick. The dry leather of the money bags seemed to mock him. “Do you not wish you had our value in water? We shall never buy you a drink,” they screamed. He rode crazily over the horizon of the desert. Ben Kas was never seen again. His body was covered with a sand dune. Probably some day the ever changing sand will move and someone will find the bleached bones of Ben Kas, and the gold for which he died. —Floyd Norman. CUFFY, THE BEAR. Oh, Cuffy, the bear, is a wonderful beast. He was raised on milk and Fleischmann’s yeast, His ears are long and his tail is short. But Cuffy, the bear, is a very good sport. He can stand on his head or on his hind feet, He’s the queerest cub you’ll ever meet; He likes to dance and play with a ball, But as a boxer, he’s the best of all. You’d laugh to see him put on gloves, And play, like a man, at the game he loves; He seems to think that he couldn’t be beat, If he didn’t have such clumsy feet! He can balance a broomstick on his head, And never drop it until he’s dead. His nose is long and his legs are short, But Cuffy, the bear, is a very good sport. —R. Leigh. —..—.«!•