Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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12 THE TUSCOLIAN scotch greeting card (Check as desired, paste on a penny post card and mail to close friend) ■—Merry Christmas —Happy New Year —Ground Hog Day Regards —To My Valentine —Lincoln’s Birthday —Washington’s ditto —April Fool! —3 cheers for 4th of July —De Diego’s Birthday best u)isfaes —Twelfth Night —Kamehameha Day —St. Swithin’s Day —Yom Kippur —Halloween —Thanksgiving —Zrinjski, Skol Misc. EXTRA —Happy Birthday —Congratulations for new baby —Condolences —Vote here —Having a nice time —Wish you were here Or what have you? Taken from The Pathfinder recipes 1. How to get on the A Honor Roll 1. Tell the teacher what good grades you got last year. 2. Prove to your teacher that he is wrong on one of his pet theories. (Always do this before the entire class, interrupting a lecture or examination, if possible.) 3. Tell your teacher sweetly but firmly that you are taking his course only because it is required. 4. Write witty cracks on the margins of all your notebooks and papers before handing in. A teacher’s life is very drab without these helps. (Helpful Louie Lane, U. of I. Line.) 2. Recipes for Home Brew: 1. Chase wild bull frogs for three miles and gather up the hops. To them add: 10 gal. tanbark Yj pint shellac 1 bar homemade soap. 2. Boil 36 hours. 3 Then strain it through an I. W. W. sock to keep it from working. 4. Add one grasshopper to each pint to give it a kick. 5. Pour a little into the kitchen sink; if it takes the enamel off it is ready for bottling. (Chicago Heights Star) english assignment English assignment: Use the following words in sentences: defeat,, defence, detail, fascinate officious. Results: 1. The rabbit jumped over defence, defeat before detail. 2. I got a new dress which had ten buttons down the back of which I could only facinate. 3. John and Wayne were out fishing when all at once they fell in and called out officious (oh fish us) out.”

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THE TUSCOLIAN 11 can you imagine Billy Hardin walking around quietly? Maurice Owen sitting up straight in his seat? John Norvell and Lewis Belles studying in the fourth period study hall? Frances Ford not hunting Pauline R., and Pauline not hunting Frances? Emma Jean, slender and tall? Glenn Quick not asking someone else what Miss Deer just said in general science? Miriam Beall not telling every one to take a shower in P. T.? Wayne Hardwick not reading a library book? Erma Snider not giggling? Miss Mernitz grouchy? Ruth not thinking of Don? Palmer Cox smiling pleasantly? Bernice Loyd with straight hair? The Science Club letting out when the bell rings? Pupils walking quietly out at noon? Raymond Baker not trying to out-talk the teacher? Wayne Neal not on detention? —Wanda Lincoln a freshman's enqlish theme A girl is walking down the street. She is singular; you are nominative. You walk across to her, changing to plural. Then it becomes dative. If she is not objective. you walk in the plural. Her mother is accusative, and you are imperative. You talk of the future; she changes to the objective. You kiss her hand, and she becomes masculine. Her father is present, things are tense, and you become a past participle. freshman psalm Miss Wells is my algebra teacher I shall not pass. She maketh me to show my ignorance before the class. She maketh me give proofs for my grade’s sake. Yea, though I study till midnight I can learn no algebra. She prepareth my “quizzes” in the presence of lofty visitors. She giveth me a lowly grade. My work runneth over. Surely “zeros” and “conditions” Will follow me all the days of my life And I shall dwell in the Freshman Class forever. —Carmoleta Chapman Nursery Rhymes Vincent had some paraffin gum It was as white as snow And everywhere that Vincent went His gum was sure to go. It followed him to school one day Which was against the rule Miss Sluss she took it from the lad And chewed it after school. —Pauline R.

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THE TUSCOLIAN 13 Who’s Rita Rita was loath to air her family troubles but under the circumstances she could not lie to the frail little lady. “Sometimes she does, but usually she’s awfully strict. She will probably be lying in wait for me when I get home.” At the angry gleam in Mrs. Lyman’s eyes as she said this, Rita knew she had made a mistake. Mrs. Lyman turned to her husband in a determined way. “Fred, I feel certain that this Miss Tythe is not Rita’s aunt. I want you to look into the matter. I won’t rest until you do.” “Why Marie, they could have us arrested for questioning anyone’s right to her niece. It’s just your imagination working overtime.” Mr. Lyman was plainly shocked at the idea. “Well, maybe so, but it won’t do any harm to go and have a talk with her. Certainly she won’t be angry if you tell her it’s just a notion of your wife’s. I don’t care what you say about me.” “Well, we’ll see, Marie. But we can’t do it tonight. I’ll go see to-morrow evening.” “Very well. Just so you see soon,'” During this conversation Ross and Rita had been sitting very quiet and white-faced. Now they rose and slipped from the room. “I’ll take you home,” Ross said, as he helped Rita with her coat. “It’s almost eight o’clock. He took her to her front door but left immediately. As Rita opened the door, her aunt came forward with a sterner face than usual. She was naturally a harsh woman, almost six feet tall, with straight, iron-grey hair and an aquiline nose. “Rita,” she demanded in an ominously quiet voice, “where have you been ?” “Why Aunt Cora, I’ve been at Ross Lyman’s. His—” “You’ve been where?” demanded Miss Tythe, fiercely. “I’ve been at Mrs. Lyman's,” Rita repeated in a scared voice. “Don’t let me ever hear of you being there again,” her aunt said sternly. “But what’s this I hear about Mrs. Lyman being ill?” she went on in a different tone. “Why yes,” Rita was glad of any respite from the tongue-lashing, or perhaps worse, that she feared. “She’s been ill ever since the disappearance of her daughter, Ross’ twin sister, when they were three years old.” She watched her aunt’s face as she said this. Miss Tythe turned pale but said nothing more on the subject. “You’ll go upstairs to bed now, young lady, if you please,” she said briskly. The next morning when Rita was awake she heard her aunt preparing breakfast. As she hurridly dressed she reviewed the proceedings of the night before. “Tonight is the night Mr. Lyman comes,” she thought, rather scared at the idea. As Rita entered the kitchen, her aunt looked up and remarked in her usual brisk fashion, “You won’t go to school today, Rita. We’re leaving for California tonight. I’ve decided I’m too old for these cold winters here. We’ll have to pack today.” Rita stopped and stared at her aunt.. “Leaving for California? What on earth—” Then suddenly she understood. She was so startled she could say no more. Her aunt looked at her peculiarly but her face was expressionless. Nothing more was said during breakfast. Both were busy with their own thoughts. After breakfast, Rita went up to her room on the pretext of packing her clothes, but in reality she was watching for Ross. “If I’m not at school this morning, he’ll think there’s something wrong and come down at noon.n' All during the morning nothing was said except the few necessary remarks about packing. At noon, three trunks stood packed in the front hall. Rita went to her room to watch for Ross again. She had a note tied to a rock ready to throw out at him. In a few minutes she was rewarded. She saw him coming hurriedly down the street, not pausing until he came to her house. He started to enter the gate but as he heard her whistle he paused and looked up. She heard her aunt coming up stairs so she tossed him the rock and leaning far out cried “catch,” in a loud whisper. She had just time to motion for him to go on when her aunt came into the room. “Rita, what are you doing?” she asked irritably. “Just saying good-bye to the old place,” Rita answered with a perfectly sober face. She even managed the glint of a tear. “Getting awfully affectionate all of a sudden,” Miss Tythe snapped as she turned on her heel and left the room. Rita glanced out of the window and saw Ross standing by a tree reading the note. She heard her aunt enter the storeroom and close the door. “I suppose she’s, going to look over some old trunks,” Rita thought. “We’re safe for a while.” Just then Ross finished the note and looked up with a stern expression on his face. She leaned out the window and said, “O. K.?'’ “0. K„” he answered. “Tonight at (Continued on page 15)