Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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16 THE TUSCOLIAN Dr R. E. Burns Licensed Dr. George H. Fuller CHIROPRACTOR Over State Bank First National Bank Building Phone 140 Tuscola, Illinois Tuscola, Illinois If You have Shoe Woes — Bring Them to Joe Modern Shoe Service J. W. I)e ROSA Quality Materials Modern Machinery Tuscola, Illinois STRAND THEATRE Sunday and Monday, Jan. 25-26 Tuesday and Wednesday, Jan. 27-28 WHEELER and WOOLSEY “HOOK, LINE and SINKER ’ Boy Friend Comedy: Paramount “Blood and Thunder” Late News 10c and 50c GRACE MOORE in “A LADY’S MORALS” Comedy 10c and 85c Thursday and Friday, Jan. 29-30 10c and 30c Chas. Farrell and Janet Gaynor “THE MAN WHO CAME BACK” DENTIST Dr. C. L. Hine Stacy’s Drug Store X-Ray Tuscola, Illinois Tuscola, Illinois

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THE TUSCOLIAN 15 Who’s Rita (Continued from page 13) seven. Then he waved, smiled, and was gone. All afternoon Rita roamed about the house. “I don’t see why I couldn’t go to school to say goodbye to the kids,” Rita muttered sullenly. “No need getting sentimental because your’re leaving for the winter,” her aunt snapped. “You’re not leaving this house. Understand?” and she went out and slammed the door. “Humph!” remarked Rita to herself, as she paced the floor. “She won’t feel so gay tonight.” Suppertime came at last. As seven o’clock drew nearer, Rita became more nervous. After supper they changed to their traveling clothes. With all her faults, Miss Cora Tythe dressed well. “The train leaves at 7:45. We’ll leave at 7:15,” she remarked as Rita came down dressed for the trip At five minutes of seven someone knocked at the door. Miss Tythe frowned impatiently, but stepped forward to open it. In came Mr. Lyman, Ross, and Officer Kinney, the policeman. Miss Tythe put her hand to her head and muttered a low cry that sounded like, “It’s all over.” “Now what does this mean?” sternly demanded Officer Kinney, before she had gotten her breath. “Mr. Lyman explained the situation to me and it sounded like a crazy idea of his, but this puts a different light on the matter. Is this girl really your niece ?” “Why of course she is!” Miss Tythe answered in a dignified voice. “How dare you insinuate that she isn’t.” “There's no use for you to argue all this out,” Rita remarked coolly. “I’ve something here that will settle the argument.” She reached into her pocket and drew out a letter, yellow with age. It was postmarked Los Angeles, Calif., Sept. 6, 1917. Rita unfolded the letter and handed it to Mr. Lyman. No one paid any attention to “Miss Tythe” who sat bolt upright on the couch as if turned to stone. Officer Kinney and looked over Mr. Lyman’s shoulder as he read it aloud as follows: Los Angeles, Calif., September 6, 1817 Hortense: I have the girl. Will bring her to you on Tuesday. Name is Ruth. Won’t have much trouble with her. Have place pick-out in East at Archdale, Vt. Pleasant place. They won’t be apt to search there, until Tuesday. Jim. When Mr. Lyman paused, the perspiration was standing on his forehead. He looked from Ross to Rita and from Rita to Ross. Then he said in a queer, shaky voice, “So Marie was right! Our daughter!” Suddenly “Miss Tythe” began to laugh a shrill, hysterical laugh. All turned to her in amazement. When she got her breath, she said in a strange voice. “Well, we got our revenge. That’s all we wanted so we’re willing to suffer.” Then she began laughing again. “But Dad, who is this woman?” Ross asked with a bewildered frown on his face. “She is an ancient enemy of mine, son,” Mr. Lyman remarked with a weary smile, “but I never dreamed she would go to such lengths to get revenge. She and her husband were down and out. They applied to me for help while I was chairman of the organized charities in Los Angeles. I gave them help several times, but he was such a worthless scamp, they were always destitute. One time while they were down and out their daughter took ill and died. They blamed it on me for some reason or other. This was their way of getting revenge.” Mr. Lyman passed a hand over his eyes and sighed as he finished. “But Dad,” Ross persisted, “why didn’t you follow them up if you suspected them ?” “I did, my boy. I did everything in the world to find them but they were gone completely. At the time people said it was the “perfect crime”. I never told your mother I suspected them. She was so broken up we left town immediately and traveled in Europe for a while.” Just then Rita cried out. They all looked and there lay “Miss Tythe” in a crumpled heap on the cot. “Call a doctor, quick!” ordered Mr. Lyman. Ross did so and soon Dr. Wakely was there and took charge of the woman. “She’s just received a severe shock and her heart’s gone bad. She’ll be all right soon.” He stepped to the telephone and called an ambulance. When it arrived he took her to the hospital, accompanied by Officer Kinney, who was to arrest her as soon as she recovered. “Why, just after you left at noon, I went out in the hall and saw Aunt Cora, I mean —her—going down the steps with a box of waste paper. Then I noticed a letter lying on the floor. It looked so old I thought maybe it was one of her love-letters so I picked it up and read it. As soon as I saw what it was I decided to keep it and let you accuse her, to (Continued on page 17)

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THE TUSCOLIAN 17 Who’s Rita (Continued from page 15) see how she took it.” Rita smiled at her bit of strategy. “Come, let’s go and tell mother the good news,” said Ross as he rose and held out a hand to the two of them. When they reached the Lyman home, Mr. Lyman called the hospital and asked about the patient. She had recovered from the heart attack but her memory is entirely gone. It is just a question of time with her now,” he said gravely. “Now let’s go tell mother.” And the three of them went to make the frail little lady waiting so anxiously in the pretty bedroom happier than she had ever been before. (THE END) Chameleon Gravy Editor: Hold everything for “Things Scientific” as I am working on a little idea that is bound to revolutionize the clothing industry and the table etiquette. I am conducting experiments in extracting a glandular substance from the skin of the chameleon to be used by cooks, chefs and housewives in the preparation of gravy so that it it will immediately match the color of any shirt, tie, coat or vest. Rev. R. J. Weyrick, Valleyford, Wash. —The Pathfinder He Marvelled So many doubts the Master heard That when a stranger sought his Lord And trusted fully in his word, He marvelled. If we should trust and do his will, With not a question of his skill, I think the blessed Master still Would marvel. H. Ray Warren HARDWARE and FURNACES PHONE 149 Tuscola, Illinois Headin’, Writin’ ’n ’Rithmetic Mr. Rough ton found a ten dollar bill. He paid a debt to Mr. Collins with the same bill; Mr. Collins paid a debt to Miss Webber, who in turn paid a debt to Mr. Cox, who paid a debt to Mr. Henning, who in turn paid a debt to Mr. Roughton, who then found out the bill was counterfeit. Who lost and how much? Miss Deer: “What are the blood vessels that connect the veins and arteries called?” Clarence Jones: “Caterpillars.” Smaller than the molecule is the atom; the proton is smaller than the atom, and the electron is smaller than the atom. But the very smallest thing is the loveron whose girlfriendon spurns him. Miss Deer in physiology class (speaking of the scalp): “Now what is dandruff?” Milton Hubbart: “It’s chips off the old block.” Mr. Wulliman in chemistry: “What can you tell me about nit- Ralph Kruse: “They’re a lot cheaper than dayrates.” Nick Carter in P. T. class: “Form a straight line. Now will everyone hold up his left leg.” Glenn Quick holds up his right leg, causing him and the boy to his right to have their legs sticking out together.) Nick: “Who is that sap there holding up both legs?”