Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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 Day the Freshmen adjourned to the country where they enjoyed a pleasurable afternoon. One Tuesday after Commencement Miss Lord gave a farewell party to the class, at her home on the corner of Niles Avenue and Scott Street. So ended one mile of the journey toward success. Neither Miss Lord nor Miss Goettler returned to be our “guardian angels’’ during the succeeding second mile toward the goal. High School closed on May 3rd that year. During the Sophomore year the class of ’21 was no less conspicuous than any of the other classes altho it was not so large as the one preceding it. There was much influenza that winter and because of this there were few social activities. However, before the epidemic there was one get-together meeting in the building. Harold Hollingsworth was elected President of the class and Misses Grace Boyd and Hazel Pell were the “guardian angels.” At the end of the second school year the Sophomores indulged in a second picnic. Coming home Miss Boyd, Miss Pell, Donald Car-rothers, Mildred Daniels, Raymond Land and Loren Mathews devoured an enormous supply of sour pickles. The third school year opened with a “peppy” bunch of Juniors in line. The Juniors mentioned starting the ball rolling and the Junior and Senior classes had a real “wiener-roast” in Romine’s woods near the Kaskaskia School. On January 17th the Juniors held the second party to be held in the newly completed gymnasium. It would have been the first party in the “gym” had it not been that the Seniors got the drift of the plans and beat them to Mr. May to ask permission to use the gymnasium.. On March 1st and 2nd the Juniors presented a comedy—“Let’s Get Married,” a modern play by Lewis Beach. The annual Junior-Senior Banquet given ir honor of the Senioi's, by the Juniors, took place on May 14th. This was an overwhelming success. Then came semester exams and the end of the third mile of the joui-ney. The fourth and last mile for many of the Seniors is not the longest and hardest but the shortest and sweetest. On September 24th the Senioi’s produced an original idea, “The Senior Stunt Show,” under the capable and patient direction of Miss Cunningham and Mr. Schmaelzle, the last high school “guai'dian angels” the Seniors would have. This Stunt Show was a decided success. Nothing of any impoi’tance happened until the Seniors had a little Chi'istmas pai'ty for their own benefit, in the gymnasium. Some of the Seniors and Faculty can still remember that “mess” of taffy they pulled. The membei’s of the class of 1921 have for four yeai's been playing football, and basketball, and running over the cindei’s with the turn of the seasons; taking active part in very activity of the school and, withal working hard. —L. M.

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|i£fi ■' mfMWfiu HISTORY OF THE SENIOR CLASS Motto—Each for the other and all for the class. Flower—Lilac Colors—Purple and White. One warm September day in 1917 a group of green individuals appeared at the gates of knowledge, namely T. H. S., and demanded a lift on the long journey whereupon they were seeking an education. This group of individuals was the present Senior Class of 1921. They soon learned to do as Rome does when in Rome, and easily adapted themselves to high school mannerisms. They elected Forrest D. Lollar as their president and Misses Marian Lord and Edna Goettler as their “guardian angels.” On Hallowe’en the Sophomores invited them to a party to celebrate that occasion. It was then the Freshmen made their debut into High School society. Vacations rolled past uneventfully, but to raise the estimation of a Freshman’s value, they in co-operation with the Junior Class of ’19 presented a farce comedy of two acts on March 5, 1918. On April 1st, 1918, the Freshmen entertained the Sophomores in jolly celebration of the occasion, April Fool’s Day. Decorations were in green and white, the Freshman colors, and the refreshments served were in green and white. On Commencement I ■ A

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 SENIOR PROPHECY I'air and unfair readers; did you ever stop to realize the fact that, although today we may be as happy as the lark in the field, and the hare in the cabbage patch, tomorrow a man with a long coat and a longer face might be taking our measure for a wooden kimona. It is always this in the lives of men be they great or small. As I sit and ponder on this subject my mind turns to the Senior Class ol “Twenty-One. What will they be doing ten years from now. The question puzzles me at first but—hark! The fairy of the future is whispering to me. At first it is very faint but as I listen more carefully I can hear what she is saying. In the day that will come a few years hence and flee to give place to a few more years hence, you will see Albert Bostic teaching a class in Manual Training how to make a glue joint without getting “stuck-up.” Of all the chemical laboratories in the world there will be one much better than the rest. It will be the product of years of labor. The owner will be Enos Thornton, providing he doesn’t make any T. N. T. in the meantime. I am a very good judge of live-stock and if you will go to the polls and vote for Harley Helm, who will be running for United States Senator, you will not go wrong because his wind is good. And also let me add here, that he will have good prospects for taking the “helm” of the “Ship of State.” Forrest Collar, champion light weight flirt, will be contemplating upon the subject of marriage. It is generally rumored in society circles that he will have to say “eeny-meeny-miny-mo” in order to pick the girl. The eminent painter, Mile. Ruth Thompson, will be instructing a class of bootblacks in the art of applying the pigment. And here we come to something that will cause weeping and gnashing 01 teeth; The Rev. J. Harold Hollingsworth will be preaching against such ungodly spectacles as seeing Glenn Griffith, champion heavy weight pugilist of the world, box. Glenn will be prospering and have an established residence in Newman. There will be a fine mansion go up in the prospering city of Villa Grove. It will be the home of Loren Mathews, retired section boss on the C. E. I. Railroad. There will be a group of little children romping on the lawn. I think they will belong to the couple across the street. Kate Wamsley, our beloved class president, will be instructing a Physical Training Class at the Y. W. C. A. in the art of graceful walking. Kate acquired this art by taking a correspondence course. Thelma Foley will be keeping house for Albert Thoeming, retired farmer, who will have made a million pesos selling corn at forty cents a bushel.