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

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EVQQI I The Mejngif ,A SCENE 2: Douglas and Bell are anxiously awaiting the return of Billie. They are in the library of the home of Douglas. Enter Billie. D-ouglas: Hello Billie, what did you find out? Tell me at once. Billie: Mr, Douglas, I found out that Mr. Lincoln is :he bets man on earth and he is one of those stuck-up fellows like most famous men. He w0uldn't say anything against anybody and I'm for him every time. He is real jolly and so kind He promised to take me to the deba.e tomorrow. Bell: But tell us what he said about slavery. Hurry! Billie: Sir, I refuse to do that because I like Mr. Lincoln too well to repeat any of the things he said to me. Why, he treated me as though I was his equal. No sir. I'm sorry but I won't betray Mr. Lincoln's confidence. Act Ill The grea, debate is Over and Billie had the great pleasure of seeing his idol win the victory from Mr. Douglas. Billie, much to his satisfaction and pride, was allowed to sit on the platform beside Mr. Lincoln while the debate was going on. Billie as well as the rest of the audience was deeply stirred by the few simple, im- pressive szatements derived from the depths of Mr, Lincoln's soul. SCENE 1: Parlor of the Blue Goose Tavern. The time is the evening after the debate. Lincoln: Well Billie, did you enjoy yourself today? Mr. Douglas made a fine talk and used wonderful arguments. Always remember, Billie, that you have heard a great oration by a great man. Billie: Yes sir. I will always remember it and also how kind you were to me. I musg go home now but I want to tell you I have enjoyed every minute today very much. Thank you sir and good-bye. Exit Billie. Lincoln: Samson, there goes a boy after my own heart. He will make a fine honest man some day. Samson: Yes, Abe, and your talk today will influence his entire life. Are you going to accept the nomination to be president of the United States? Lincoln: I cannot tell, Samson, if it is the wish of the people and I think I am capable, I shall undertake tha: great task. 1Exit both.J Enter Innkeeper, Bell and Douglas. Innkeeper: Lincoln has won more honors today and has been nominated for president. When a small boy, someone asked Lincoln what he intended to be and he replied, A man first then as God pleases. He is a man the nation will be proud of some day. His praises will be sung by every tongue in the land and his name held sacred to every living person in the United States. 1Exit.J T. E. A., '27. Many people have lately learned That things are best when duly earned, That play and fun are found in Work, By him who does not try to shirk, And getting even just for spite Doesn't always pay For the fact is, it is very apt To work the other way. F. A., '28 Pate Sixty- five 'I T. C. ll. S. - - 1926 1 .si . . E Gr '57-NIE

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Act ll That evening in the 'ABlue Goose Tavern, located a short distance from Spring- field. SCENE 1: A group of men in one of the large rooms of the tavern. One man seems to be the center of the group and is continually telling funny stories or dis- cussing ithe most important questions of the time. The men eagerly await the man's words and silence reigns supreme while he is talking. The men become so interested in what he is :saying that they forget to sneer and make their usual insulting remarks. Enter Billie. Billie: Say, Mr. Innkeeper, can you tell me which of that gang is Mr. Lincoln? I've got some awful important business with him. Innkeeper: Certainly, my boy. That tall fellow standing by the fireplace doing all that laughing and cutting up is Old Abe. Billie: Thank you Mister. I wonder if he is too busy to pay any attention to a little fellow like me? He looks like a real kind man and I bet you he wouldn't do anything wrong. I believe I'll just listen for a while so I can hear what he says. Samson: Well, Abe, since we are all friends gathered here this evening, I want to ask you a question. What will our country come to if this slavery question isn't settled and if all of the southern states secede from the union? Lincoln: Samson, my friend, I cannot tell exactly, but I do know one thing A housegdivided against itself, cannot siand. We must all hang together or we must hang separately. I hope and pray that our union may not be dissolved and if the south does secede, that it will not be for any length of time bu-t that by Gfod's will it will be possible for us to be one strong united nation. Billie: Say, Mr. Lincoln, do you think the negroes should be slaves? Lincoln: Why hello, sonny. Where did you come from? I don't believe I know your name but I know that if all boys were as interested enough in our national affairs to ask such questions as that, we should be a rich country indeed. Won't you tell me your name, my boy? Billie: Yes sir. My name is Billie Hart. I have been hearing a great deal about the slavery question and, oh sir, woulc'n't I like to hear that debate tomorrow? Lincoln: Would you Billie? Well I believe we can plan some way so you may go to hear the debate. Would you like to go with me,'Billie? I love to have the company of many little fellows like you but I'm afraid you will find me rather tire- some. Billie: O.h, mister, could I really go with you? You are the kindest man I have ever 'seen and I'm sure I'l1 have a fine time, but mister, do you think those negroes should be made to work so hard? Lincoln: My boy, have you ever heard the quotation, f'All men are created equal? I don't think that sounds as though any man, no matter what his color or nationality, should be superior over any other human being. Do you? I dislike very much to think that some of our human race are treated so cruelly, though I do not think it would be a wise plan to free the slaves just now. Billie, tell me your opinion concerning this entire affair. Billie: Mr. Lincoln, I don't know very much about such things but I believe what you say and I'll bet my old straw hat- that you win the debate tomorrow. I'm for you every time. Lincoln: Thank you my son, but perhaps you had better run home now but meet me here at the tavern tomorrow morning at eight o'c1ock. Good-night Billie. Billie: Good-night. Thank you sir. Page Sixty-four Z' I ggi ,iqagga I 1, C, ll, 9, . . 1915 1 u67xg , I The Memoirl 'WYQ175

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I The Memoirl 'em The Last Roll Call School had been in session for four years at Littleton. It was a small town but the rural students made an enrollment of a hundred. The pupils were all striving' hard to receive their education. The last year was a year of work and struggle to keep the school in session. Many people wished to change the school to a larger town nearby. The next summer was the time for voting for the final decision. It was in April, just one week before the end of the term. As usual, the prin- cipal was calling the roll. Miss A-dams. Present Miss Brown. Present And so on wit'h all the students. He stood up and all the students noticed his face carried a troubled expression, I am sorry to say, but this may be the last year We will all assemble for our roll call. I have spent four happy years with you and I sure hope I may spend four more here. We are all very anxious to be here next year, but it remains unanswered until this summer. As he was talking, the Ere bell upstairs rang out loud and clear. It did not sound as the usual fire drill bell, but carried a Weird sound. The students all marched out and at a glance at the roof they saw one blaze of flames shooting upward. The peo- ple gathered and all aid possible was given, but the Wind had made it impossible to check the awful Hames. Professor Dalton! A cry rang out. Where is he? At a glance over the crowd. I saw he was not there. The people had given up the fight, it was hopeless. We had to stand and waich the dear old high burn, the place where we had shared sorrows and joys. Another cry, Where is the principal? One of the pupils answered, I saw him go into the attic to fight the flames but I thought he came back down. The people realized it was too late. The flames were soaring far into the air. A crash!! It collapsed! Amid the charred ruins, Professor Dalton's body was found, beyond identifica- tion. We had lost our old high and the dear professor. It was his last roll call. M. J., '28, Ode to Today Ah! Today! We look upon your bright countenance with awe in our blinking gaze and, you our heart, for you have brought in the spring! You, just a day that has come swiftly and will pass more so. In Vain we try to catch and hold you, a while longer, and although you pass as swiftly as your fleeing sisters, you have smiled more graciously upon us. Ah! Never to be forgotten day, although the cold may come again, never can it chill our hearts more this spring, for we shall think of you, Today, and remember that you have promised Spring and we know you promised true. As we start home from school We shall wonder why we wore our heavy coats on a day like you, and we shall recollect, rather vaguely that you were quite chilly this morning and that indeed our fingers were quite cold when we reached school. We shall look upon you, as you now stand, warm, mild and sunny, and wonder if it be so, then we shall laugh and pronounce you, lovely Today, Not Guilty . E. G., '29. Page Sixty-six a ----L r.e.u.s. . - 1-neil-l-L-iw