Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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Eva Leah Romine T. C. H. S. 1, 2, 3, 4, Science Club 3, Social Science Club 4. Lillian Sartorius “Len” “Her blush is like the rising sun” T. C. H. S. 1, 2, 3, 4, Science Club 1, 2, Gym Club 3, 4, Commercial Club 3, Newspaper Club 3, Class Play 3, Social Science 4, Stenography Contest 3, 4, Basketball 3, 4. Leonore Romine “A 8 frank as rain on cherry blossoms. T. C. H. S. 1, 2, 3, 4, Science Club 1, 2, 3, 4, Latin Club 1, 2, Gym Club 3, 4, Social Science Club 4. Amy Todd “Oh! I just can’t understand that.” T. C. H. S. 1, 2, 3, 4, Latin Club 2, Athletic Association 2, Stenography Contest Team 4. Frank Landers “Pug” “One cf those unusual humans who really love to work.” T. C. H. S. 1, 2, 3, 4, Athletic Association 1, 2, Hi-Y 1, 2, Radio Club 1, Science Club 3, Math Club 4. Twenty-seven

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Ruth Skinner “If she e’er knew an evil thought. She spoke no evil word.” T. C. H. S. 1, 2, 3, 4, Athletic Association 1, 2, Science Club 2, 3, Newspaper Club 3, Commercial Club 3, Stenography Contest 3, 4, Advertising Manager Junior Class Play 3, Social Science Club 4, Calendar Editor Tuscolian 4. Marjorie Timm “Marge “Then she only caught her breath, Ayvd just talked that man to death.” T. C. H. S. 1, 2, 3, 4, Latin Club 1, Athletic Association 1, 2, Glee Club 2, 3, 4, Dramatic Club 3, 4, Gym Club 2, 3, 4, Newspaper Club 3, Junior Class Play 3, Basketball 2, 3, Class Reporter 1, 2, Dramatic Editor Tuscolian 4. Constance Sturgell “Connie “A maiden never bold.” T. C. H. S. 1, 2, 3, 4, Pres. 1, Athletic Association 1, Latin Club 2, 4, Science Club 2, 4, Social Science 4. Howard Weasel “Bandy” “I hear a hollow sound, Who rapped on my skull?” Pesotum High School 1, 2, T. C. H. S. 3, 4, Football 3, Boys’ Glee Club 4, Social Science Club 4, Ag Club 4. Twenty-six

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY After four years of the joys and sorrows of high school life, we Seniors are about to bid farewell to dear old T. C. H. S. When we entered as Freshmen, our class numbered about one hundred of the peppiest and greenest, that the school has ever seen. During our Freshman and Sophomore years we gave several parties, and finally, after wading through plane geometry and Csesar, we became Juniors. As Juniors, we felt quite proud of ourselves. We gave “Seventeen” for our class play, and it was a great success. The girls won the basketball tournament for the second time, and several of the fellows received letters for athletics. We gave the Seniors a banquet, as usual, at which everyone had a good time. The fall of 1925 brought us back to the entrance of T. C. H. S., as dignified Seniors. Our class numbered about thirty-eight, but several have dropped out. We, with Miss Sluss and Miss Webber as advisors, had our election, and selected the following officers: President................Mildred Harrington Vice President................Thomas Lovett Secretary-Treasurer...........Weldon Hackett We are striving to do our best, and are also looking forward to the Senior class play, which we hope will be as successful as the Junior play. We are thinking of the enjoyment we will have being guests of the Juniors at the banquet. Then there is Commencement! We can scarcely believe that our high school days are so nearly over. “When the cares of life o’ertake us, Mingling fast our locks with gray, Should our dearest hopes betray us, Fake fortune fall away: Still we banish care and sadness As we turn our memories back. And recall those days of gladness ’Neath the Old Gold and the Black.” M. H. B., ’26. CLASS PROPHECY It was the last day of school and the Seniors were having their last high school picnic in the woods. Wandering from the rest of the crowd Wayne and Anna Mae were investigating the interior of the woods. Suddenly we heard a loud shout and looked around to see Wayne wildly waving and Anna Mae disappearing into the side of a hill. Everyone scampered to the hill and Wayne and Anna Mae announced that they had found a cave. We all peered into the black gloom of the cave. Who would venture to enter such a place? Out of the quiet came the booming voice of Major Davis. “Afraid to go into that place? Give me my gun,” and John led the way. One by one we followed our Major. At first all was darkness, but as we advanced to about one hundred yards we began to see dim outlines and heard Frank Michener’s shout, “I believe we have found a Mammoth Cave in Illinois.” Twenty-eight