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

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r The Melnoir 1 EXW He arose the nexg morning at daybreak and started his journey to the next water-hole, which was the farthest away. He knew if he could only make this he would be safe. The journey that day was very hard. He thought several times of giving it up, but the thought of gold in his pocket renewed his spirit. About mid- night he reached this water-hole, After feeding and watering his horse and himself he made ready for the night. He had not been asleep long when he suddenly awoke. He saw two gleaming yellow eyes shining out of the darkness. He mov- ed a little. Just as the cat leaped, he felt an iron grip on his leg. He got his gun, which was by his side and as the cat backed otf and leaped a second time, he shot and by accident the bullet went tiue and the cat dropped dead. He knew his leg' was broken so he set to work bandaging it. When morning dawned, he knew he could not move on because of his broken leg. Late in the atlernoon, he saw five small spots coming toward him. He groan- ed if that is the sherilf, I am gone. As the group drew closer, he saw it was as expected. t'John Day, you are under arrest , said the sheriff. It happened that we were hunting s.ollen cattle, when we happened in at your cabiin. After finding your pardner dead we started hunting for clues. Looking around we found the bullet that had been discharged in the gun was yours, you being the only man who used that size cartridge. You are Lhe guilty one, so we immediately started after you. UI thought I was a lucky man , said John, but now my mind is greatly changed. I might have known something would happen. I am ready to go with you. P. D. '27 Memoir-ies I sometimes think as I study Of the past four years of schoolg Of the hundreds of lessons I've mastered But more often the Golden Rule. The dear old building so ugly Where pleasant mem'ries resideg No one can realize its meaning, Who looks in from the outside. I think of the good times we've had there, And the work that we've struggled through, It's a place where you work and you play, And each has his share to do. So let's all join hands and rejoice That we've got a school like ours For in late years I'm sure you'll realize, Its much like God's gifts of Howers. The Howers we know are all pretty But of no use to us in this world. I wonder what this earth would be like If there were no flowers unfurled. B. T., '26, Page Sixty-one Ways f 1, Q, H, 5, . . 1925 1 l6Rqc1,h

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When a Feller Needs a Friend School dragged out unmercifully long that spring day, it seemed to Tommie. The more he tried to study, the sleepier he got. His attention was m-ostly divided between looking at the clock and gazing around the school room. Tommie sighed. Would school never be out? He looked at the teacher to see if that individual was particularly interested in anything he did. Just then something happened. He saw a big spider slowly weaving his way downward and- he was aiming directly for the professor's bald head! Tommie forgot his sleepiness. He forgot his lessons, forgot to watch the clock, forgot everything but that spider. He watched it come closer and closer. Gee, but it was slow. He bet if he was a spider, he'd make it snappy. Maybe it wouldn't get to its destination beforfe school was out. What if it didn't? And then suddenly it did get there! The slender -thread snapped and the spider bounced d-own on the professor's head. In his excitement, Tommie forgot himself and before he knew it, he yelled out, Boy! He's there!! The professor bent an angry gaze in Tommie's direction, but was not sure who the guilty person was, so he said nothing. Tommie 'thought he knew what that silence meant. He would be punished later. Oh, how the minutes dragged for guilty Tommie. He could see it all-.how the professor would call him to his desk and maybe slap his hands-or, horror of horrors, even send him to the principal's oliice! All through that last class, poor Tommie suffered. How those kids would laugh at him! At last it was time for school to be out. Now something would happen! Put away your books! came the order. Thomas Barnes, will you please come up to my desk? At last it had come! Well, he'd show 'em he could be a hero, anyway! White- faced, he started for the iteacher's desk. My, but that assembly was long. He hadn't known it was so long. At last he was there-before the professor and that sea of faces. Thomas, Qwell, they might as well get it over Wirth, Tommie thought.J Will you please take this note up to Miss Durham, in room J? V Yes sir, Mr. Gardner! Anything else you wish, sir? Tommy was so relieved and happy that he saluted as he left the room, leaving the professor to smile in wonderment at Tommie's unusual politeness! M. M., '27. The Unfortunate Thief As John Day stood in the door of the log cabin looking at the man he had just killed, he thought of the easy life he would have from now on. He laughed as he thought how easy it was to kill his partner and sieal the gold he had dug. It was a windy day as John prepared for a long journey across the large des- ert toward Mexico. As he rode away he looked at the lonesome place, where his partner lay dead and wondered how long it would be before the body would be found. He thought however, he would be across the border, living in luxuries before he could be caught. It was a forty mile journey to the first water-ihole. He reached this a little after night fall. As he lay there that night, he thought how lucky he was, and went to sleep with happy thoughts. Page Sixty ,ga--- f 1, C, ll, 9, . . gggg 1 uw , I The Memoir I MW

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