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

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I The Memoir 1 Bobby was dumbfounded. All this time he had been supported by, he knew not, what person's money. Oh, it couldn't he that his father was a-a-. It was too much, but he knew his father had always given large sums to ciharity. Oh, how could he save his father, the only parent he had ever known. His face suddenly brightened and a. determined liook came into his eyes. That evening he was to be seen wendinig his way, hurrying along the main thoroughfare. He soon reached a large gray s.0ne building. He knew he would never be recognized as this was a masked affair. His plans had been carefully laid. He would enter the back way in the servant's door, get the jewels before anyone saw him. He saw his father standing against a door watching the crowd. His fath- er, how little did he know that his son was there too. Quickly he reached the case. He put the jewels into a small black bag he carried and started away. He reached the door. Here, not so fast young man. You will excuse the authority but the Olson's jewels have been stolen and we have to search everyone, regardless of anyone. Bobby paled but was ordered to go into the ball room and tak-e off his mask. He saw his father standing there and a look of surprise came over his father's face as he saw his son. Search him. The jewels were found on him. Suddenly he sees his father giving a sign for him to follow, making for the door. Shots were heard and Bobby saw his father fall. His father was calling him. Son, you did this for me. Your old dad, ihe old man that took you in. Son, you did it to save me. I never stole things to keep you in school. I worked and kept you there with my own money. I have always taken money from the rich be- cause I thought the poor needed it. Riches are deceiving, son. I am going now son, go straight. Good-bye. He fell back dead. Bobby fell on his knees, Oh, falher, I'll go straight, I swear, come back, it was those deceiving riches. L. C. S. '28 Be Strong Be Strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to driftg We have hard work to do and loads to lift, Shun not the struggleg face it. 'Tis God's gift. Be Strong! Say not the days are evil. Who's to blame? And fold the hands and acquiesce. Oh! Shame. Stand up, speak out and bravely, in God's name. Be Strong! It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong, How hard the battle goes, the day how long, Faint not, fight on. Tomorrow comes the song. Page Seventy g,g4sa I T. C. ll. S. - - 1916 1 -T -3 UC-STE

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eagle--i1 f The Memoir l ---l-Mig undersiand this until he reached the cabin. The door stood open and nothing was in its place. Strongheart had been there before him and robbed him of all his pos- sessions including the claim. The half-breed had watched him put it away the night befo1'e. The next afternoon when he left for the station, the sky was overcast and the wind was blowing. It would snow before night. The old man had lost his dog and Strongheart whom he thought to be a true friend had betrayed him. When he was ye-t three miles from the station, the blizzard overtook him. In a short time he had lost his way. It was snowing hard and the path was no longer visible. He could go no further. When he was giving up his last hope, he heard Lad bark. That night as he sat in the hotel with his son telling him of the adventure, he patted his dog on the head and thought of the trip through the blizzard, which the dog had lead him safely through. He said, A dog is a fine companion and some- times proves to be even more true than a man. M. M. A., '28. Deceiving Riches Little ragged Bobbie was playing in the street. It was more of an alley, show- ing parts of the underworld. He hated to go home, home, ig could hardly be called that, with only two small, dark rooms, which were already overcrowded. One day as she was playing in the street, a large car swung around the corner with an elderly looking gentleman sitting in the car. The boy's bright sunny face appealed to him, he turned around and said to the boy, 'tHello, Sonny, where do you live? Oh, I live up there, and he pointed to a dingy building. It's so dark and Crowded that they make me szay out here. They say I am a nuisance and they wish they were rid of me . Well, Sonny, how would you like to go home and live with me? You could have everything you wanted, Sonny. I am an old man and I need your sunny smile to brighten my few remaining years. The boy was speechless. To have riches and a.ll the playthings he wanted, oh, he was ready to go. He climbed into the auto and :he two started forth. Several years have passed and Bobby has grown into a fine young man. He has received the best education, has had only the best society and was dressed neat but plain. Mr. Davis had become very attached to the boy, always telling him to aim high and he would reach the goal. Bobby had just gone into his father's study, as he calls him father now, with a puzzled expression on his face' Father, could I speak to you a minute, I have something I want to ask you? 'tCertainly. my son, my time is yours and you are always free to ask me ques- tions. Father, I want to go to work. I have been through college and am now ready to pay you back, but tell me where did all this money come from' to put me through high school and college? Mr. Davis answered him with a Curt, From me, my son, from me . That night as Bobby tossed on his pillow, he heard foo:steps on the walk. Who could it be? He quietly slipped down stairs. A pebble was thrown up to his fath- er's room, hitting the window. His father immediately came down stairs and open- ed the window in the dining room. The man was around there, and his father was saying, Well Tom, is everything just aS we had planned for the Olson party? You know those jewels are guarded because they are the most valuable stones in the world . ii - Page Sixty-nine ifidwfelf -1 il lf T. C. H. S. - - 1926 l iox

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f The Mejnqif 1 1Q,76 f fl The Path of the Carefree Heart I have the day before me, I have bade all sorrow depart: l'm full of joy, for I'm free to travel The path of the carefree heart. Perhaps the path leads over a hill, And now down a steep ravine, Perhaps I stop by a laughing brook Where in sunshine the waters gleam. I watch the tiny fairy folks All through the mid-day hoursg The droning bee and humming bird That flit among the flowers. When the sun sinks down in the west, And crickets herald the coming of day, And when all earth is suffused with a golden glow, I follow my homeward way. I follow the cowpath that's crooked As Howers with dew are pearled And I'm happy at heart, for I've spent the day Close to God's beautiful world. E. G., '29. Brace up to life! It will lash you, It will give U many a blowg But brace up! Don't let it smash U- It's all up to U-U know. Be master yourself-nor allow it The smallest advantage to gaing Brace up to life and avow it Shall never o'er U hold rein. It will maul U, and pelt U, and beat U, If U give a bit of a show, It will harass and drive U and cheat you, But it's all up to U-U know. Its much in the way that U view it, Though seemingly full of strife. Its all up to U if U but knew it. Pug S ty-on yf l T. C.l'l. . - - 1926 1