Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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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)

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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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11 “Palmer dear, Palmer dear, where have you been? “I’ve been on Pembroke to visit a queen.” “Palmer dear, Palmer dear, what did you there?” “None of your business.” Little Miss Chapman went to the cupboard To get her poor Billy a bone. But when she got there the cupboard was bare So for supper young Billy went home. Hickory Dickory Dare Whitey Baker ran up the stair Three steps at a time He thought it was fine But Wulliman was there. Mable and Irene went to the office, John and Dean stayed at home, Ruth and Don were on flunker’s list, In detention there was a groan; But the good little Freshman cried Tee-Hee-Hee, all the way home. Mister Wulliman has lost his list, And can’t tell where to find it. Leave it alone and we’ll go home, Don’t worry; we won’t mind it. DID YOU KNOW? That Dean Rice has gone to sleep so many times in the Study Hall that he thinks the bell is an alarm clock? That mumps are contagious, that a kiss will carry the germ, and that Elizabeth N. and Weldon 0. had the mumps at the same time? That Mellroy Ross, during his birthday party, while trying to find something about which to laugh, was told to think of Ruth. “No,” he said. “I can’t do that; our affair is too serious?” That certain Junior boys thoroughly enjoy going with Freshman girls, even if they do write Bedtime stories about them? That there is no use in studying because: “The more you study, the more you know The more you know, the more you forget The more you forget, the less you know. So why study ? The less you study, the less you know. The less you know, the less you forget. The less you forget, the more you know. So why study ? “Words brought me here,” said the prisoner. And the judge made them into a sentence. THE TUSCOLIAN Storekeeper: “This ten-cent piece doesn’t ring good.” Harold Reed: “What do you want for a dime, a set of chimes?” Miss Sluss: “How is it that you haven’t made more progress? At your age I could read fluently.” Harold Todd: “Probably you had a better teacher than I.” Paul Snider: “I gave our sick pig some sugar.” Dola O’Neal: “What did you do that for?” Paul: “To make it well. Haven’t you heard of sugar-cured hams ?” Dorothy Brown: “Elinor, why hasn’t Mr. Wulliman much hair?” Elinor: “Because he thinks so much.” Dorothy: “Why have you so much?” Elinor: “Because—go away and don’t ask such silly questions.” Quite matchless are her dark brown i-i-i-i-s She talks with perfect e-e-e-e-s But when I tell her she is y-y-y-y-s She says I am a t-t-t-t-s. Link B.: “Do you think it’s unlucky to be married on Friday?” Richard: “Why would Friday be an ex- -eption ?” OlIR SCRAPBOOK The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la, Had better be careful or they Will get up too early, and little Jack Frost Will pinch them for getting too gay. the king's hell (Continued from page 9) “Very true, and most admirably expressed,” said the King. “My Juniors, what is your royal pleasure?” “Your Royal Highness,” returned James and Harrison Ro-mine, in perfect unison, “we suggest a half-holiday for all.” “Yea, yea,” uttered the Juniors in one accord, and the King in his most benign manner said, “It shall even be so.”