Tuscola High School - Tuscolian Yearbook (Tuscola, IL)

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Senior Edition Old Gold and Black Echoes Monday, May 27, 1935. As we flew over the Park to view the picturesque landscape we noticed Clarence Jones at his old job catching butterflies while Eula Hargis sat under her favorite elm tree chloroforming the poor things. Maurice glided the plane down to the big landing field and parked it in the hangar. Bill Moore was going through his daily routine of inspecting the animal cag es which happened to be close to the landing field. He was the manager of the animals. As we were looking at the animals Maurice excla imed, “Don’t those lions that Varde Brock is training, look vicious? Be careful, Skeleton.” After the positively wonderful picnic we thought it was time to return to our hotel. When we approached the hangar Billy Romine, the park mechanic, was inspecting our plane while Charles Abercrombie was refueling it. Charles told us that the gasoline busi ness was picking up. He also that that he had just seen Marvin Coykendall, and that he was making good as Farm Adviser of Douglas County. Bill told os that Charlotte Records had just been home on a visit and her name was now appearing in the bright light of Broadway where she is dancing with a partner in one of New York’s famous night clubs. The team is the most famous in the world. When asked about Loretta, he said that she was Charlotte’s private secretary. We arrived at the hotel about 10:00 o’clock. W hat an afternoon we had had, but still we were not too tired to discuss the events of the day. I told Maurice whom I had seen. “I saw Irene Ilance, Foltz now, and she told me that she lived on a farm near Oakland. Marie Jones told mo that she was a nurse in theDceatur Macon Co unty hospital. Oh yes, 1 also saw Jane Neal Cox and she told me that she and Ted own and operate that famous radio station W. D. Z. T. M. Jane made the remark that Robert Romine was one of the announcers. I also talked to our old classmate, George Flesor, and he was making a great success as a lawyer. Just as I was leaving the Park whom should I see but George Kennedy. He laughed as he told me that he was now the president, of the National Tuscola State Bank. He asked me if I knew that Owen Jones was the cashier in the bank. After a stimulant had been taken down Maurice proceeded to tell us that he met George Meyers outside the hotel. George explained that he wasn’t able to come to the picnic because business was so flour-shing in the Grab-It-There store. As we were talking, Stanley picked up the eve ning paper. A smile came over his delightful countenance as he remarked that the paper was named the Tuscola Times with Ned Romine as editor. Gee, but we were all surprised as we read the headlines........Byron Dust Sued For Alimony. Poor Byron! “Say everybody, look here......isn’t this a picture of old Johnny Spelbring? Why, it sure is and look, he's running for mayor of Chicago. Boy! what a campaign speech.” As Stanley turned the page, an announcement of Forrest Ellis’ orchestra featuring Marianne Stephens with her accordian, caught our eye. They were making an appearance at the Aragon ball room co-starring with the grand old Waltz King. And there was a picture of Virginia Goetz Lamb, who is singing as the star feature on the W. L. S. National Barn Dance. “Doesn’t look as if her married life is taking all of her time.” It was getting past our bed time and really we didn’t know exactly what we were saying anyway so we all agreed unanimously to go to bed. Climbing the stairs with weary limbs Leona and I glanced out of the window and we noticed the bright lights of the Colwell Theatre, formerly the Strand, now owned and operated by Frank Colwell. “Say, Leona, doesn’t that picture look familiar or does it it looks like it can’t be,...— but yet it is Rosemary Overturf in PASSION IS KILLING ME.” “We can’t miss that picture....isn’t that Glenn Turner there too? I didn’t know Glenn was in Holly- wood. My, but these classmates do stick together.” This was somewhat of a shock, but we did manage to prepare for bed. And how good that bed did feel, but we still had so much on our minds that sleep was almost impossible. “Say, Wylma, I can’t get over Pete and Geraldine doing a novelty dancing act in New York City.

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Senior Edition Old Gold and Black Echoes Monday, May 27, 1935. Three seniors, Dorothy Weaver, Avis Clancy, and Mildred Trimble, were taken into National Honor Society this spring. Baccalaureate was on May twenty-sixth. The speaker was Reverend E. H. Sauer, pastor of the Methodist Church. Commencement exercises were held May thirty-first at the high school auditorium. The main speaker was De Forrest Widger of Charleston State Teachers’ College. Mrs. Nora McNeill sang. So ends the history of the class of 1935. May all the following classes be as successful. Dorothy Weaver. CLASS PROPHEC1] The storm had lifted and we now sailed through the air with ease. Once again we came back below the clouds to view the picturesque scenery. Maurice Goodwin was guiding us safely on our journey, and in the cabin of our plane were four of the world’s greatest leaders. First there was Dorothy Weaver on her way from California to New York where she was to stay over night, and then continue her way on to Paris where she was to buy summer fashions for Mar hall Field’s. Frances Martin, the representative from the 16th Congressional District of good old 111., was on her way to Washington D. C. We do hope she gets that 10% sales tax reduced. Karl Erhardt, the world’s leading physician, was on his way to John Hopkin’s to perform a spectacular operation of making another self-made man. And last, but not least in our company, was that brain-storm partner of Huey Long’s, Stanley Romine, on his way to New York to begin his presidential campaign. Don’t take it too hard, Stan, we promise you our votes. “What’s that, Douglas County? My, how it’s grown. What are those dazzling creatures below? 1 know! They’re those Golden Guernsey cows of Lois and Bill Hardin’s, which they have made famous.” “Say, Frances, let’s see if we can’t get Maurice to stop at Tuscola’s new airport. We would love to see Kate’s little Boards. In all the years they’ve been married Kate’s used her rolling pin only once. Are you all in favor of stopping? 0. K. down we go.” “My goodness, they’ve put the new airport where the old football field used to be. Now with these fast models they have, the students have no excuse for being late. And the school building! Have you noticed the change? It’s twice the size it used to be. It covers a whole block. Isn’t it spacious? Is that the superintendent? Why it’s our old classmate, Wayne Jensen! Say, notice that cookie duster.” “Hum, I never thought he’s come to that.” We landed and went to the high school. Wayne invited us in and took us up to his office where Mildred Trimble was busy typing Miss Clancyi’s general science tests. He left us a few minutes while we collected our thoughts only to return with the new coach, Marvin Cooper. We were happy to learn that T. C. H. S. had once more gone to the sectional basketball ‘ournament. Beat Springfield! Wayne suggested that we all go to the great National Ervin Park, and have an old time reunion of all the old classmates of 1935 that could possibly be present by the next day. He was even kind enough to do all the planning for the great event. We wondered if we would have pies. After bidding Wayne adieu, we set out to the Grand Douglas Hotel to spend the night. It was quite a surprise to find that Rex Robertson was the bell-hop, and as we approached the desk to register our names, we noticed a moon rising to the counter top. .It was Tuffy Ingram with his beautiful hair all gone. He did not say which worried him most, his wife or his business. Having been completely refreshed after a good night’s sleep in those nice air-conditioned beds, we ate our lunch, having slept too late for breakfast, and then started for Tuscola’s National Ervin Park.

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Senior Edition Old Gold and Black Echoes Monday, May 27, 1935 Wee! 1 bet it’s good.....and Billy West, after many years of courtship, marrying Ruth Romine. Did you hear about Mary Elizabeth and Gretchen running a tea room in Urbana, you know for the college kuls. And Freda llarrc and Martha Brown teaching school. 1 always though they would get married. “ Wylraa, are you listening? I don’t seem to be getting much response. Old Albert Wright running a grocery 'store in Champaign with Edward Martin ns joint partner. 1 always thought Wright would drive a taxi'or a race car.....and by the way Dorothy McDowell and Helci Yickroy are in the greenhouse business. “Hey, pipe down! Can’t you let me get some sleep?” “Isn’t it funny about Earl Fifer, he’s still running his Dad’s chicken wagon. And Alice Ruth Albin married to a Chicago merchant. I always knew she would pick up something like that. Rosy Rogers a nurse in St. Cuke’s hospital in Chicago.....who’d have ever thought it, but take Ott Mayer, I always thought he would turn out to be a coach somewhere. And so on into the night. By Leona Rahn Wylma Collins CLASS HULL This last v. ili and testament of the class ot li’35 of the Tuscola Community High School. Made this twenty-third day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred thirty-five. We bequeath to the faculty another studious and ambitious senior class. (If they can find one). To Wilbur Sauer we will Charles Abercrombie’s smile. To Ray Jones, Alice Ruth Albin leaves her love. To Ruth Beecher, we bequeath Loretta Anderson’s stride. To James Reeder, Pete Bridgewater leaves his tap dancing ability. To Meta Nofftz, we bequeath Varde Brock’s ability to get along with the teachers. To Maxine Rice, Avis Clancy wills her lisp. To Sadie Renner, Wylma Collins leaves.her interest in Home Ec. To Bob McNeill, we leave Frank Colwell’s superior airs. To Bernard Kennedy, we leave Marvin Cooper’s ears. To Harold Wetzel, Marvin Coykendall’s talking ability is left. To Babe Morris, Byron Dust leaves his affections. To Harold Allen, we bequeath Forrest Ellis’ nose. To Harry S. Marsh, Karl Erhardt wills his club activities. To Herb Waters, we leave Earl Fifer’s horse shoe pitching ability. To Harold Roderick, George Flesor kindly leaves his feet. To Dorothy Goodson, we bequeath Virginia Goetz ’ sweet voice.