Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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Way hack in 1923, the first Monday in September, we started our career in Tuscola High School. We shall not call ourselves green, even if it was the truth, because we are now dignified Seniors. At our first class meeting we elected Thelma Powers president; Virginia Brown, vice-president; Margaret Paullin, secretary-treasurer. Miss Schujahn and Miss Young were our first class advisors, hut Mr. Wulliman took us on our first picnic. It was at Patterson Springs, and we held a combination track meet and baseball game among the trees. Our experience as Freshmen did not last long, for we didn’t have any detention or deportment!!! John Morris was our Sophomore president. (This is where he got his start as a sheik.) Anna Voelkel was vice-president; Charles Dotson was secretary-treasurer. This year Edward Trager, George Wilson, Orus Hall, Eugene Stantz, Russell Black and John Morris helped raise our class into prominence in the football world. Basketball claimed Johnny and Orus. Our “Sheik” was so popular we elected him Junior president; Anna Voelkel, vice-president; Thelbert Kinney, secretary-treasurer. Misses Johnson and Frantz advised us. We gave the Seniors a reception which was a success in spite of the confetti showers. Let us here insert a warning: “Juniors, save your money!” Our same bovs, with the addition of Herbert Simpson and Thelbert Kinney, succeeded in football. Russ was captain of the football squad; Johnny of the basketball team. Our musically talented, namely, Marjorie Davis, Anna Voelkel, Janet Overturf, Evelyn Crossman, Neola Parker, Leslie Cooper. Thelbert Kinney, and Milas Thomas played in our high school orchestra. “Second Childhood” was our class play. About five hundred people attended, and their praise was worth all the labor we expended, but we promised them a better one this year. Our guiding advisors for us. the Seniors, are Misses Webber and Sluss, who are helping 11s in the task of making our Annual a success. Our officers are: Charles Dotson, president; Orus Hall, vice-president; Anna Voelkel, secretary; and Evelyn Crossman, treasurer. The Senior representatives on the football team “which was captained by Johnny” were those of the preceding years, with the exception of Herbert Simpson, who is now known as “hubby.” Orus Hall was captain of our basketball team, and we are proud of it, too. We realize that our days under the colors of the “Old Gold and Black” are fading rapidly away, and will soon be at an end. Nevertheless, we are all looking forward and thinking about the travelling of the wide road that stretches before 11s. Hie est non finis sed inceptum. —E. C. and C. I). Poyc twenty-eujht

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 Sherman Van Winkle (Shcrm) Camargo H. S. 1, 2, 3; T. C. H. S. 4. There arc only two things '« this earth I don't want: a dress suit, and a date. Frieda Watson Champaign H. S. 1; T. C. II. S. 2, 3. 4; Dramatic Club 2, 3. 4. Vice-President 3; Gym Club 2, 3, 4: Glee Club 3, 4; Orchestra 4; Social Science Club 2, 4; Basketball 2, 3, 4; Junior Class Play; Annual Staff. Her mind has but a single thought. Glenn Utter back (Son) Atwood T. 11. S. 1.2; T. C. II. S. 3, 4; Commercial Club 3; Newspaper Club 3; Commercial Team 3; Mathematics Club 4; Social Science Club 4; Science Club 4; Honor Society 4; Annual Staff. Some day he may be a great orator. Donna Webb Camargo H. S. 1, 2, 3; T. C. H. S. 4; Latin Club 4; Science Club 4; Social Science Club 4. 7'hc fairest among nature’s garden of roses. Page twenty-seven

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CLASS PROPHECY OF '27 In 1937, while home for Christinas vacation, we decided to go to the dentist and have our teeth examined. We walked up the same steps to the office, where as high school students we had gone to have our teeth pulled by the painless (???) dentist, Doctor Rice. We opened the door, and who should meet us hut Donna Webb, the office girl. She told us that the dentist was busy, but her explanation was needless, for just then a howl issued from behind the closed door. A second later the door openend and out rushed a small, red-haired boy. followed by a red-haired Irish woman. We rose to our feet, our hearts beating wildly, for who should it be but Marie Froman, formerly “Judge” Kevil! After her ran. not short Dr. Rice, but tall Theb Kinney, waving the hammer in one hand and the pliers in the other. Both mother and dentist were shouting so loudly that it frightened even us, and much more so poor little Dave. At the sight of us they stopped simultaneously, and their surprise was as great as ours. After confused greetings, we wanted to sit down and have a good long talk about high school days, but. as usual, Marie had to go find Dave, go home and milk the cows, and bring little Dave back in time to practise at school. So we said good-bye with promises of seeing her later. Little Dave said. “Will you, huh ?” Theb asked us if we would like to go across the street to get something to eat, and of course we assented. At the foot of the stairs whom should we meet but our old schoolmates, Merrill Fox, Paul Taylor, and Ed Trager. After pumping our hands with a vigorous farmer’s handshake, they told us that they were going up to the Farm Bureau office to a directors’ meeting, Merrill being president. Paul was still feeling rather “chesty” over his recent winnings at the International Livestock Show at Chicago. After our short but delightful meeting with our three farmer classmates, we went across the street to our old high school hangout, Buehrigs. e were quite surprised to see the name “Green Parrot” over the door; upon entering we found Sibyl Baker to be the chic and efficient manager. We exchanged greetings with her; then, upon starting back to our table, whom should we see but Johnny Morris hanging over the victrola, playing “No More Worrying,” just as he used to do. We all sat down and Rosalia PHum took our orders; she was rather plump because she had indulged in so many sweets. After our order was taken, we started discussing the whereabouts of our classmates. Johnny told us that he was coach here in Tuscola, and that he and Mildred Rice, the P. T. teacher, fought a daily battle as to who should use the gym. He said that times were just like they used to be—the football fellows still got ninety-eight in deportment. He also told us that instead of Peely . Charles Dotson was reading the detention list. While he was talking, we glanced around and on the wall we saw a calendar from the “Bade, Benner Canning Factory ’; this certainly surprised us. We learned that after many trials and tribulations, Tack and Beulah finally agreed long enough to get married (and then started fussing again). We were surprised to hear of the divorce of hretta and Dick. He sued her because of jealousy of Romine, who was their mail carrier; but she filed a cross Pai e twenty-nine