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

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GPN ESXQQIT C The Melngil-1 'Qi' rv l was pondering about this and at the same time idly glancing at a foreign newspaper printed on a kind of cloth material that would not crease, wrinkle, burn or tear. As I glanced over the headlines, I noticed in large type, UACTRESS SUES WEALTHY MANUFACTURER. On reading further I discovered the actress' name that only an Italian could pronounce. On consulting my atlas of the world Creally an enlarged directoryj, I found her given name was WILMA BURT. After using the smelling salts, I took another look at the sylph figure in the accompanying photograph, and I used the old phrase, Seeing is believing, and let it go at that. About this time I was interrupted by a porter with the message, 'fGentleman and lady to see you in the lobby. So I moseyed downstairs, expecting the worst. The gentleman was very glad to make my acquaintance. His name' was Count De La Mobile, but his wife made me guess who she was. Finally she explained her maiden name was MARY BOONE, but you'd not permit me to call her anything but Countess. I understood the' situation and promised not to reveal any of her past. Some of these society dames make me tiredg afraid of making a bad break anytime. Otherwise, I felt about her as one of my rookies who said: Gosh, some guys are lucky, meaning the Count. I introduced the Count to all the boys and left him for them to entertain. I called Mar-pardon me+the Countess, aside and asked her about the rest of the Class of '26. The only one she could give me any information about was SERGEANT VIOLET QUINN, the Police Matron at Sing Sing in New York. She had charge of all female offenders and is respected and feared by all who come before her. She is a woman of ample proportions and a business frown. l was considerably shocked until she explained that this was a very respected position today. Now I began to take stock of my information, oh yes, I had them all but Fern. How was I going to find her whereabouts. About this time I received a telephone message saying that our waterboy, bat boy and official mascot, SAP SANDERSON, had met with an accident in the street and had been taken to the hospital. I summoned the chauffeur of the 1MagreJ Carpet and had him take me to the hospital. We ar- rived in five seconds and found he had suffered only minor injuries which were dressed and he could return with rs. Here was the solution to my pioblem. Who should pre- sent herself but FERN, the head nurse of the establishment. We only had time to ex- change the time of day, so to say, as she was up to her knees in work, as that is quite a ways, I returned to the hotel. I began to think. Was I as well off as I thought I was? I finally decided the rest of my class had outclassed me in some respects, but this job I got ain't no snap. -R, Gu '26, Page Nineteen '5ZQg4,'an1 '-T l 1. Q. H. S. . , 19:5 1

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1.-...ll-..: 'r. c. H. s. - - uno 1-' 'I The Memoirl 'WM KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE PRESENTS, That we, Class of '26, City of Trivoli, State of Illinois, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make and publish this as our last Will and Testament. We do give and bequeath unto the Junior Class, seven vacant desks. CPlease do not all rush to the rear.J Unto the Sophomores, we bequeath the position or job of cleaning up after us. Unto the Freshmen, we bequeath full powers of hazing the Fresh- ies of next year. CUse discretion.J Unto the Faculty, we bequeath all our farewells. CDon't shed tears.J I, Bruce Turl, do bequeath my bushy locks to Lewis Howerter, provided he will keep them combed. H I, Fern Higgs, ,do bequeath my good grades to any Freshman about to unk. I, Dayton Gerber, bequeath my bashfulness to Raymond Huey. M II, Mary Boone, bequeath my lovely complexion to Margretta or1n. I, Wilma Burt, bequeath fifty pounds extra avoirdupois to Mar- guerite Milligan. 1 I, Violet Quin, do bequeath my vampish attitude to Goldie Weeks. I, Richard Gregory, bequeath 75 inches of my height to Edwin Anderson so he can make the team next year. We hereunto set our hands and seal this last day of school in the year of our Lord, One Thousand, Nine Hundred and Twenty-Six. CSignedJ CLASS OF '26, Per R. H. G. Class Prophecy fTaken from Diary of Dick Gregory, Manager of New York Giants.J April lst, 1946.-I Was in Brazl with my gang fthe New York Giants, I being managerl. Today we have just defeated the Rio De Janerio's Llamas by a score of 14-0 and our lives were in serious danger all afternoon. However, we escaped by the use of a fioating carpet. This device hasn't been patented yet, so I'll try to explain the mechanism of this jitncy. It makes its own power by gathering electricity from the air, running a propeller and the air force of this makes it go something like the pre- historic airplane. Anyway, it bears the name of BRUCE TURL ,the inventor. This name set me to thinking. Of course I remembered who this scientist was. Also in the back of my memory I was reminded of that five' hundred dolllars I had loaned him back when his inventions were not planning out. I decided to cancel this debt as this machine had been very beneficial in our escape from the riotous crowd of disappointed fans. I turned on the radio and lo-behold. I heard a lecture from Chicago. Thb sub- ject was very dry, something about the Pre-Raphael Tendencies of Babazion School, I think, but the voice of the speaker along with his sharp arguments, witticisms and his gay humor fascinated me. On listening longer, I discovered it to be a MR. DAY- TON GERBER. These two incidents caused me to wonder about the rest of the Class of '26. Page Eighteen Sl Hemel?

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I The Melnllirl ge Twenty 3 5 --i--I 1. c. rl. s. - - 19:61- U6Tw Farewell to All Within the walls of T. C. H. S., For one short year l've wondered. While others have struggled on and on, Four years with smiles as well as tears. We've had our on and off days both, We've had our trials and sorrows, But we had comfort in the thought, We'1l have more glad tomorrows. Our Freshman days were jolly days, No troubles then we knew. As Sophomores we were busier With harder things to do. In '24 when our Junior year came round, With seven Juniors we came backg But now as Seniors dignified We've harder things to pack. And as we traveled on this year, Our Seniors year's been short, But now as Alumni days are near Our Senior days are short. Our class must say good-bye to school. We must say to all of you, adieug And as we journey onward We'll ever think of you. Again I must say to you, oh schoolmates, The Freshman to T. C. H. S. so newg You Sophomores so all-important, The Juniors tried and true. We bid you good-bye forever, We give you a sad adieug But as We travel upward We'll always remember you. Now, classmates, we are leaving. Yes, never to return. But true to dear old T. H. S., Our heart flames e'er will burn. And now good-bye my classmates. We part for something new and bright, But we will be forever ' True to the Purple and White. M. B., '26.