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

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quick! You kin never tell about these contraptions 'cause they're just like women and change their minds every ten minutes. With a jerk and a roar the car leaped into the street and amid the deafening cheers of the entire student body, sped down the avenue. On and on, out of the city and into the open country sped that mass of tin and bolts with a wild-eyed, red headed boy at the wheel, and a smiling young lady clinging with all her strength to the seat. Up hill, down hill, and ever faster sped the car. Faster, faster, and still faster it sped. Red's hat blew off his head and Grace's hair blew back like a floating train. Suddenly rounding a turn at the bottom of a hill, a sign appeared close at hand which read, Road Closed-Detourf' Unable to stop, Red sped on. The girl screamed and in her terror grasped Red tightly around the waist. Red's hair stood on end as he finally pressed on the brakes with all his might. But all was in vain. The car crashed through and fell into the eddying stream below. Red, with the girl strangely enough, still clinging to him, was hurled into the air. Then down, down, till suddenly came a long rip, followed by a sudden stop. Red opened his eyes to find Grace still clinging to him, but swinging in mid-air above the abyss, held only by the stout rope around his waist which had caught on the projected beam of the demolished railing. They were quickly removed from their precarious position by a group of nearby road laborers. And again safely on their feet and terra firma, they found that they were none the worse for their joy-ride. The very first thing Red did after the rescue, was to search frantically until he unearthed a huge bridge spike with which he closed as best he could the long rent in the right leg of his precious long trousers. C. A., '24, A Story in Song AS I sit in Meditation 'tIn the Evening by the Moonlight, I Seem to Hear the Bugle Calling from Dreamland, and The Silver Threads Are Shining Among the Gold. Memories prove a blessing and again I kiss My Darling Just as the Stars Are Shining Down by the Old Mill Stream, and she whispered softly, God Be With You Till We Meet Again. Can a Boy Forget His Mother? Oh, when in Dreamland, I think of the Old Folks at Home, and see The Little Brown Church in the Vale g I am Near My Home,', but awake Just as the Sun is Peep- ing O'er the Hillu to find myself in t'Dixie, and 'tIt's a Long, Long Way to Tipperary. I seem to hear the strains of Onward Christian Sol- diers as I think of VVhen We Were Marching Through Georgia under Page Forty-five

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in his direction, would retire behind the shelter of their books and papers to giggle and whisper among themselves. Red, with a determination so characteristic of all red headed lads left school immediately after that class was dismissed, and proceeded to make an inventory of his means foripurchasing a pair of long trou- sers. That morning he had spent his last cent for a money belt and had assured his fellow students, it sure was a dandy . As he stared into window after window of the large department stores and viewed the price tags clinging to the different styles of long trousers, despair seized him. At last abandoning the business district, he trod through narrow streets and alleys into the slums of the city. Here he entered a low, dirty building over the door of which hung the glaring sign, Loan Bank . When Red emerged from the pawn shop half an hour later, he left behind his old pants, the new money belt, his revolver and belt, but instead he boasted the possession of a pair of rusty khaki, long trousers. Minus his belt but re-enforced by the assurance of the Jew dealer that they were just the fit , he held them up with one hand and strode proudly to his room. After much consideration, Red arrived at the conclusion that since his new trousers were longer they would need more substantial support than the old ones. Undaunted, he tied a stout piece of rope about his waist to replace the belt, and from an extra pair of shoe strings con- trived a crude pair of suspenders as an additional re-enforcement. Thus arrayed, Red presented himself at school the next morning, convinced that he was now an equal to the flashiest dude in town. To climax his happiness, immediately after school, Miss Grace Walton, dared on by her many friends, approached with assumed shy- ness and coaxingly begged Red, to please give her just a short ride in his wonderful automobile . Red, greatly perturbed, grinned sheep- ishly, blew his nose in a huge bandanna handkerchief, shuffled his feet, and after carefuly searching the horizon for signs of airplanes, grunted out a grui, All right , and strode rapidly toward his car. Without once looking at the pretty miss who followed him, he turned the key and began to crank. Crank, crank, crank! but not even a sputter from the invention of Henry Ford. Red, feeling that some explanation was necessary, confidentially told Grace that the automo- bile and his father's balky mule had lived together in the same shed for so long that the durn Ford was gittin' jis like that good for nuthin' critter. After a lengthy series of explainings and crankings, the balky mule-flivver gave a grunt, a Wheeze, then a terrific snorth, and sudden- ly.came to life. Red leaped behind the wheel and shouted, come on, Page Forty-four

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------ --aa ---------- - The Star Spangled Banner, and of Sherman, and I chant Glory to His Name. Again I See Just as the Sun Goes Down, a Shy Little Maid who cries Oh Yankee Doodle Boy, My Heart's in the Highlands Where the Silvery Colorado Wends It's Way, and I'm Afraid tofGo Home in the Dark. I glance into her Goo Goo Eyes and ask, Won't You Let Me Take You Home to your home in Teepee Land? Swiftly we make the 'Trip to Niagara and there's Music in the Air,' as we near her Home, Sweet Home. A squaw called Rainbow Opens the Door for the Children and cries Where Did You Get That Girl? I answered Where I Left The Boys in Blue with the Last Rose of Summer. Blue Beads sleeps 'AE-eneath the Weeping Wil- low in Six Feet of Earth and I think of School Days and wend to Sunny Tennessee, but Tramp, Tramp comes the postman and On This Letter From Home, Sweet Home brings A Flower from My Angel Mother's Grave. My heart sinks as the Titanic and my hand shakes as I write 1'll Leave Dixie, Darling, In the Springtime I'll Be With You Maggie, Dear. If I Only had a Home, Sweet Home in f'America with you, for You're Just Like the Girl That Married Dear Old Dad. Fd Love to Live in Loveland With a Girl Like You. Remember, Daisies Won't Tell. And now I ponder o'er the time When You and I Were Young, Maggie, as we stepped to the music of Orange Blossoms , yet I'm happy with Just a Little Rocking Chair and You. And while in this reverie I seem to hear a Still Small Voice floating o'er the Ocean Wave, saying, Hreaee, Be Still, and I answered from within Tell Mother I'll Be There. , V. P H.. Class '24. The Queen of the Artists Marquis sat with his head on the little table by his side. He had been trying to paint a picture of the Ideal American, to get money which would help support his twelve-year-old daughter, Joan, Grow- ing tired of his task, he had fallen asleep, dreaming of a beautiful home, his daughter and her education. Suddenly a quiet, soft voice awoke him by whispering softly in his ear, It is wonderful, father, eet ez won- derfulf' Marquis raised his tired, worn and haggard face toward heaven and then his eyes fell on his beautiful daughter's face. Her eyes were like black pools, her complexion was as clear as a crystal, and her cheeks looked like half blown roses. Around her shapely head soft, iiuffy brown curls coiled like serpents around the innocent. His eyes Page Forty-six