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

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SENIOR HISTORY As the dusk gathers, we cast a lingering glance down the empty corridors of Toulon High. We are leaving--but not without some sentimental retrospect and happy memories of the past four years. We all remember the way we gawked and were silly on future freshman day. How we stared in amazement at the stack of books on some senior’s desk and wondered how he did it all! Then we found out: sweat and hard work. We were freshmen. Awed by a new social system, we floated thru a year of firsts: our first initiation party, the dances after the games, our first Christmas party, first English notebook, our first semester tests, the first year on the teams, our first music contests, our first forma'ls and proms, and our first participation in graduation ceremonies. The days went slowly, but the year flew by. Remember when we won the Blackhawk championship in football and track? During that same year our music teacher moved.ending nineteen straight years of service. We helped to give him a going-away present by winning the district sweepstakes with the biggest margin ever. Another senior class graduated. The year seemed but a fleeting moment. Then we became upperclassmen. It was a busy year. We changed English teachers and began to “buckle down” in our studies. Life was not getting easier. We had new things to do. Our drivers’ licenses and class rings gave new meaning to Saturday night. We finally won a prize with our Homecoming float. We needed the money because we had a prom to think about. How the people were surprised when we decided to have the prom at the Hub. Our year ended in a flourish of events. The spring concert, semester tests and baccalaureateandgraduationpreparation kept us busy. We were sad to see our friends leave; it wasn’t easy to break off three years of friendly ties built up between us. As they left to face the world, we prepared to carry a new burden; the responsibility of being seniors. Our exciting junior year came to a close before it started. Our last year. We tried harder than ever before to do our best. During the summer things had changed. Toulon High had a new varsity coach. All sorts of rumors had floated around about him, and we were all eager to see him for ourselves. Our squad had a fairly good season and if nothing else, they learned a lesson in life. The marching band surprised everyone by memorizing “South” and winning a marching trophy. Homecoming was at last a success for us. Both of our floats won prizes. Surprisingly, even before the formal announcement at the dance, we knew that it was “in the bag. These are the happy thoughts that will keep some of the spirit of Toulon High with us long after we have left. Then it was time for us to graduate. It was a happy time; it was a sad time. It was a time of pleasant contemplation of days to come; it was a time of sweet regret that we did not do those many little things that we had intended to do. As we took our places graduation night, strange little lumps formed high in our throats. It became hard to say what we really felt. To say good-by suddenly to friends with whom we had spent as much as twelve years in school was not going to be as easy as we had thought. Oh, we had three months of summer to soften the blow, but did it really? Good-byes are always difficult. On the threshold of the future we now stand. We are going on to a new life. It will not be easy; but we have faith in our Maker and pride in ourselves. Can we but succeed?