Trivoli Community High School - Memoir Yearbook (Trivoli, IL)

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Miriam Bourne's our bright little star, Who's liked by all, both near and far. Mildred Hammond, called Midgie for brief, Well liked, of course, is our honest belief . Lester McCann likes spelling so well, That he thoroughly hates 'ie's', 'ei's' and two 'll's'. Lucile Brooks, without a complaint or whine Records her words in penmanship fine. Margaretta Morin, a lass so demure, Has a rep for talking at least secure. By his ready answer and careful attention, Wayne McKeever creates sensation. Eugene Connell delights in sweets, But never finds fun in giving treats. Earl studies the whole day through, Of time and labor he ne'er will rue. Paul Diekman, the last, but of course not least, Is on tap with a nickel when a man says feast. B. A. and E. C., Class Page Thirty six , of '27

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For the Honor of the School Shorty Watson hailed from a cotton plantation in southern Ala- bama. He had finished grammar school at the age of fourteen, from a little county school, located on his father's plantation. There being no high school within a radius of thirty miles, his father decided to send him to his brother's place, at Bloomington, Ohio. Shorty readily agreed, and to that end he was enrolled in Bloom- ington High School for the next S91'I16St61',S work. He liked it very well, but he made few friends because of his sullen disposition. He was called dead head because he never seemed interested in any sports or liter- ary work. Two years passed away in the same manner. Then came the spring of the third year, when it was time to start training for track work. Shorty's friend and pal, Jack Snider, was the best athlete in Blooming- ton High School. He was on the football and basketball teams, and was an excellent man on the cinders for distance running. Jack tried every way possible to get Shorty to try out for the track team, but his efforts were in vain. He argued, coaxed and threatened him, but Shorty always said he couldn't be of any use to the school. Sometimes he would watch the boys practice, and lol one night even he went in a suit to act as pace setter for Jack. They trotted around the track several times, and to Jack's surprise, Shorty stayed very close to him. This encouraged Jack very much, and he tried hard- er than ever to persuade his pal into practicing with him, but he could generally be found rowing on the river or sleeping in the shade of the trees when the other boys were hard at work on the track. One day late in May, Bloomington High School, to all appearances, was in a state of great excitement. What was up? Why, everyone knows, this is the day set aside for the track meet with Bloomington's greatest rival-Blackburn. The afternoon came at last, hot and sultry. Jack was at his best, and as he mady ready to go for the afternoon's work, he looked about for Shorty. But no signs of him were to be found. As Jack was making his way across the campus toward the cinder oval, he passed beneath the shade of a large elm tree and there came upon Shorty. He lay stretched out, sound asleep, and the perfect image of laziness. Jack woke him and made the inquiry: Aren't you coming to the track meet? Ho, hum! Nope, guess not, too darned hot, came the lazy reply, and he proceeded to stretch vigorously. Jack begged him to come, and finally he grabbed Shorty roughly by Page Thirty-eight