Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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They, beloved of all the strong sex, Have the best of dispositions. Just the kind cut out for sweethearts. Edith, then, of whirlwind movement, Well that she is known as Goodspeed; Quick of wit, both sharp and learned. Jessie Niles, of kindest nature, Follows next, a kindly Jessie; True as steel, and good and honest As the sun that now illumines ’09's road to wealth and glory. Fay, Miss Collins. Roe, Miss Gertrude, Both so sweet and each so lovely. Faces tinged with healthy sunshine. Winifred a winsome creature. Next appears, with voice so dove-like, Quaint of action and of manner. Much beloved by all who know her. Della Stevenson appears now. Tall and fair and large and stately, Picture of an angel phantom. Leon Jones, a man of power. Throws his baskets with precision. Speaks in phrases full of power. Howard Fuller, just behind .him, Far-famed as sturdy half-back And a man to suit the ladies— All hail to the little doctor. Evolution is the watchword Of the next man. Bill and Willie, Willis V. V. and Van Voorhis, He is known as a stale joker. Red and ruddy as an apple. He creates uproars of laughter. By his childish pranks with Leonard. After him the noble Judson, He, a scholar well-nigh perfect. Silent, solemn, but still happy. Destined for an M. E. D. D. R. R. Reeves, the man from Garret, Pleasant he, and kind of spirit. Constitute his happy manner. J. Frank Bassett, king of grinders, Skipped his Jr. year in High School, This an honor greatly envied. And at last your humble servant. I’m convinced you can but judge me Sure indeed a tiring author.

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They are Seniors, beloved Seniors, Sad, 'tis true, but never conquered, Never vanquished or discouraged. Over-burdened with their honors And their high marks in deportment. There they stand—the great ’09-ers, Numbering just twice eleven, On their happy road to—mamma. Sword in hand, bedecked with plumage. Leading them, the captain, He, the president, commander Of this famous band of scholars; Mightier of brain and body Than was Webster or Goliath; Williamson, an Earl, they dub him, Knight of all the true and holy. Close beside the doughty leader Is his aid-de-camp. Lieutenant William Campbell, secretary, Scribe and writer of the records, By this august band transacted. He of books and pens and learning Is the peer without an equal. Henry next, surnamed Wamsley, Vice commander is his office, Proxy knight is he, far famed, Also fleet, is he, of pedals, Speeds the quarter like a whirlwind, Rivals any deer of Lapland. Guardian, keeper of order, Next appears, of highest valor; He is bold and brave and Earnest— Surnamed Moore, he is the mighty On the track and with the pigskin. And the tilling of the cornfields. Next a bright array of maidens, Lena Timm, the queenly lovely, She of meek and sweet demeanor, Full of kindness, blessed with beauty. Gertrude Lewis, just behind her. Great of heart and small of stature, Much adored by all who know her. Merry Jennie, Jennie Fonner, Mild and pretty, like a flower Ought to bloom in William’s bower. Virgie, then, and Florence Snyder, First, a Foster-er of young men, And the last is somewhat like her; 24

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“1910” By Ida Ammon. ’10. “Good-evening, Miss Mouse, come right in and make yourself at home. I’m glad you came, for I have l een so lonesome I thought it would he a relief to have all those youngsters gone, but it is just as usual —I find that I think more of them every vear. “Well, dear Miss Clock, I realize you must he lonely, for even I, with all my familv of children, miss the young folks although they set had examples for my hovs and girls. Children pick up all the injurious habits so quickly. Now yesterday I found my oldest daughter, Marie, stuck tight in one of those test tubes. She thought it would make a very striking empire gown and then she had stuck a lot of cobweb tin her head and I had to cut her hair off to get the mess loose—all because siie wanted to look like the High School girls.” “Yes, sometimes I am glad that I stayed single, even though I might have married a blue-blooded thermometer. If I had a family. I should never rear it in a schoolroom, and yet. those High School boys and girls are dear to me. I hate to have them go every year—but I'm glad the class of 1910 will be here next year. “Of all the classes in school it is the most interesting to me. When those youngsters entered High School there were fifty in the class and such a class! At the end of a month it was organized and reorganized bv all for some of the enterprising girls bought bargain counter treasures in royal purple and silver gray ribbons and retailed them at exhorbi-tant prices; thus enriching the class treasury and furnishing much amusement for the upper classmen. No one could give those Freshmen advice, for they did not need it, as was sho yn in the ability with which t.iev carried on their business. “They soon began to show their worth in the athletic field and the school room. They were well represented both on the track and football teams and their star students left all the other scholars far behind. In their exhibition at the close of school those Freshmen had the most artistic and well ordered exhibit, for the girls worked early and late for the glory of their class.” In its Sophomore year “1910” was much smaller in size, but still it had the best of officers and a fine array of athletes and capable students. The principal events in that were the celebration of John Van Buren, Jr.'s birth and the Sophomore picnic. 'Hie former event strengthened the school spirit, while the latter strengthened “1910” constitution, as well as its spirit. That year the class lost several of its members but gained a few new pupils who made up for the losses, if not in number, then in size. “This year ‘1910’ still holds its honor and although it has done nothing of great moment yet, it bids fair to accomplish wonders in the future. Why, Mrs. Mouse, do you realize that in the class of ‘1910’ there are musicians enough to form an orchestra; enough amateur writ- 26