Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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1921, TUSCOLIAN rage Twenty-Five 22. To Willis Heacock, Elbert Crossman’s love for the girls. 23. To Della and St l!a Powell, the habit of getting to school late, as now practised by Wilma Ross. 24. To Frank Michener, Freeman Fortner’s wit and power of debating in English class; also whistling in that same class. 25. To Jaunita Haney, Fern Hallowell’s book on “Professional Dancing.” 26. To Gerald Campbell, Horace Hackett’s improved “ostrich walk.” 27. To Miriam Beall Helen Larimore’s habit of talking so fast you can’t understand her. 28. To Dutch Lincoln, Leonore Lewis’ art of skipping school without being caught. 29. To Helen Murray, Victor Ross’s A’s in History. 30. To Evelyn Miller, any wads of chewing gum she may find under the desk at which Amelia Schroeder sits. 31. To Ruth Clapper, Ava White’s walk. 32. To the unfortunate author next year, the ability to write as good a class will as this one. Signed The Senior Class Witnesses: “Tcecher” Sluss Mr. Wullimer V. W. AU REVO IK

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Page Twenty-Four TUSCOLIAN 1924 Helen is judge in the Supreme Court. Cleo is the greatest artist since RaphePs time. Leonore, would you believe it, is head nurse for Doc. Rice at Springfield, Illinois. Uur Orville Foster and Willma Ross are married. Orville is deacon of the Cartwright Church. The Rev. W. S. Clapper and Mrs. Clapper, formerly Miss Lois Clyse make a stately procession going to church on Sunday. Blanche Leonard is first lieutenant on the police force at Garrett, Illinois. Asberry Clark and Grace Lollar are happily married. Then Bill said, “What about yourself?” I smiled and said, “Just a hobo in general.” Ceasar—“24” CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of Tuscola High School, 1924, being of sound mind, but about to separate and scatter into pai’ts unknown, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. We do bequeath to the following people the following things: 1. To Mildred Jones, Grace Lollar’s “pony” on which to x’ide to Latin class. 2. To Ed. Scheideman, Stote Reeder’s attraction for the girls, and his ability to look over them. 3. To Irene Koehn, Gladys Wright’s “pull” with the teachei’s. 4. To Chai'les Bostic, Ed. Bailey’s ability as a gi-eat athlete. 5. To Carl Gross, Bill Schiedeman’s popularity with Ruth DeBolt. 6. To Cookie Vest, Neil Von Lanken’s ability to keep his temper under any conditions. 7. To Martha Gill, Cecil Green’s flights of oratory. 8. To George Wilson, Lawrence Alverson’s loud mouth. 9. To Louise Cain her sistei’’s place in the family circle, when Evangeline leaves it. 10. To Owen Wilson, a good-looking office girl, when Keith Clark takes BeiT away. 11. To Chai’les Dotson, Rachel Morris’ modesty, and her habit of keeping quiet. 12. To Charline Lester, the high toned look possessed at present by Blanche Pepper. 13. To Walter Fortner, the dimple in Dean Jones’ chin. 14. To Harry Lovett, Pauline Featheroff’s talent at riding horseback. 15. To Janet Skinner, a course in “How to act Silly,” taught by Emma Hoel. 16. To Joe Cain, Paul Rice’s beard, also a safety razor. 17. To Beulah Burmeister, a book on “Loud Speaking;” the same book that Cleo Hine learned the art from. 18. To Charles Henson, Cux-tis Marsh’s boots, in oi’der that he may stomp louder. 19. To Anna Mae Fullerton, Grace Lollar’s use of flowei-y language in Histoi’y exams. 20. To Herbert Simpson, Roy Cox’s shiny black hair. 21. To P. J. Williamson, Lloyd Crimmel’s “bad eye.”

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rage Twenty-Six TUSCOLIAN 192b CLASS POEM OF ’24 The world looked bright to us that day, We poor unlearned iresnies. When to the High School we had strayed, With many conscious blushes. The teachers all were very dear, They turned our work to pleasure. But each one had to be severe, And give to us good measure. We wished and longed for Father Time To turn his tables over. So we, as Sophomores could shine, And win some handsome lover. Old Father Time is very fast, And most before we knew it, Our lot as Juniors then was cast, That day we’ll never rue it. But this new rank meant harder work. We scratched our heads distracted, It was no use to try to shirk, So Virgin was attacked. Still once again we change our name, We’re nowr the haughty Seniors. Each one is seeking greater fame, On in some misdemeanor. We’ve struggled hard through school years. Such good times too we’ve had, l he thought of parting brings big tears To the eyes of each lassie and lad. Alma Mater we must go, We hear that sad refrain. The Gods and Fates have willed it so Forever we’ll praise Thy Name. F. F.—“24”