Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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4 THE TUSCOLIAN the little red hen Little Ikey Nelson found a ball. It was a basketball. He said, “Who will come out for basketball?” “Not I,” said Bernard. “Not I,” said Tut. “Not I,” said Patrick. “I will then,” said Ike, and he did. “Who will play guard on the team?” asked Ike. “Not I.” said Bernard. “Not I,” said Tut. “Not I,” said Patrick. “I will then,” said Ike, and he did. “Who will be captain of the team?” said Ike. “Not I,” said Bernard. “Not I,” said Tut. “Not I,” said Patrick. “I will then,” said Ike, and he did. “Who will take the team to Bement?” said Ike. “Not I,” said Bernard “Not I.” said Tut. “Not I,” said Patrick. “I will then,” said Ike, and he did. “Who will wear this T’?” said Ike. “I will,” said Bernard. “I will,” said Tut. “I will,” said Patrick. “Oh no you won’t,” said Ike. “You would not come out for basketball. You would not play guard on the team. You would not be captain. You would not take the team to Bement, and you shall not wear the ‘T’. “I shall wear the T ” said Ikey, and he did. toastiriches Here’s to you, may your shadow never grow less. Here’s to our bills—and may we some day meet ’em. Here’s to prohibition enforcement. The results are staggering. ’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved and won. Here’s to the old fashioned girl who used to stay home when she had nothing to wear. Here’s to man who is like a kerosene lamp: Not especially bright Often turned down Generally smokes And frequently goes out at night. Here’s to the pedestrian. Every year is leap year with him. Here’s to all of us. May we have more and more friends and need them less and less. If one could see In black and white The things one says From morn till night— I wonder if We’d silence some Our ever quick Unruly tongue? And if we could Look deeper yet And see tired nerves Which we upset By harsh words from A careless mind— I wonder if We’d be more kind —Exchange

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THE TUSCOLIAN 3 what we iDcmt to he when we groiD my Artist: Bernice Loyd. Aviator: Faye Albritton, Eugene Hale, Wayne Hanson, Wayne Smith, George York, Albert Wright. Aviatrix: Jane Kearns, Florence Garrett. Ball Player: Blaine Rideout. Barber: Eugene Laughlin. Beauty Culturist: Kathleen Meister, Myrta Jane Owen. Bum: John Norvell, Frank Parrish. Buyer (foreign countries): Erma Shoemaker. Business Man: Frederick Law-horn. Civil Engineer: Lewis Belles. Clerk: Lola Hawkins. Dressmaker: Fern Bird. Electrical engineer: Glenn Fra-zee. Charles Wood, Maurice Owen Engineer: Carl Woolverton. Farmer: Dale Archibald, Jack Cook, Carl Frye, Lemuel Frye, Willard Laughlin, Loyde Martin, Caleb Nowning, Paul Rahn, Don Reed, Glenn Quick, George Seip. Manager of a Big League: Wayne Neal. Manufacturer of Airplanes: Raymond Baker. Mechanic: Thomas Kennedy, Harold Kincannon. Nurse: Marjorie Burns, Victoria Frye, Ruth Riley, Bertha Rowland. Office Girl:Erma Snider. President of a corporation: James Lamb. Public Entertainer: Georgia Renner. Sailor: Wayne Abercrombie. Scout Leader: Leah Jane Hoel. Stenographer: Bernice Albritton, Ruth Coslet, Tracy Cox, Dana Crossman, Frances Ford, Frances Goodwin, Nancy Harrington, Marcella Rahn, Edith Senters. Storekeeper: Wayne Rideout. Steel Magnate: Boyd Wiesner. Surgeon: Clarence Jones. Teacher: Carmoleta Chapman, (Latin); Delmar Crafts; Ruth Haines, (physical training); Billy Hardin (physical training); Milton Hubbart, (manual training); Viola Flesor (grade school) Betty lies, Ada Jones, Willis Jolley, Wayne Hardwick, Edna Kre-sin; Ruth Moore, Eileen Morris, Mary Myers, Emma Quick, Pauline Robertson, Jean Senters, La-vonne Smith (English); Jennie Mae Huff. Telegraph Operator: Raymond Grissom. Telephone Operator: Wanda Lincoln. Traveling Agent: Arthur Kre-sin. The Ninth Period I see a man. I see him writing. He is writing my name. He writes it on a slip of paper. He fastens the slip on a board. He carries it into assembly. He is reading the names. He reads my name. It makes me happy. I like my name read. I like to be in things. We sit in the study hall. It is very quiet. It is good for our nerves. We get most out of our school. Others have eight periods. We have nine. We love our teachers.

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THE TUSCOLIAN a, h9 c’s A is for Ada, though in from the farm, The boys all admit she is full of charm. B is for Beall, most energetic is she, If she keeps on, an inspector she’ll be. C is for Cox, who is very tall; He wouldn’t look well with a small girl at all. D is for Dale, who makes us rejoice, When he opens his mouth with that wonderful voice. E is for Elsie, who knows her stuff; If you don’t behave, she’ll treat you rough. F is for Frank, who thinks its quite nice, To be with Frances on Saturday nights. G is for Georgia, about whom ’tis said, She got home one morning too late for bed. H is for Haines, her first name is Ruth, She’s interested in Homer—love cuts its first tooth. I is for Idleness, a thing very dear, Better let it alone when exams are near. J is for Juniors, who think they’re quite smart, But we Freshmen will show them rigTit from the start. K is for Kennedy, they call her Snooks; She is making good use of her high top boots. L is for Leah, her last name is Hoel. She’s the Freshman who stole Drusilla’s beaux. M is for Mary, and I’ll bet my sox, That in another year it will not be Cox. O is for Opinion, a thing we po-sess, What ours is of you, you’ll have to guess. P is for Pauline, who is seen at night, With a little boy called Albert Wright. Q is for Quality, ’tis found in this school; It is displayed by everyone as a general rule. R is for Raymond, whom teachers can’t bluff, He is surely little, but he knows his stuff. S is for Sophomores, who think themselves wise, They look down on us Freshies and want to advise. T is for Teachers, whom we all do love (?) They’re expecting to meet us, some day, above. U is for us, each bright Freshman We hope you will like our Tus-co-li-an. W is for Wulliman, both kind and wise, A capable man, who loves to advise. X is for Xmas which is now over, But during one week, we all were in clover. Y is for Yearning by those who can’t dance, We’re willing to teach them at the very first chance. Z is for Zeros which we all adore, Believe that, friends, and we’ll tell you some more.