Victory Township High School - Echo Yearbook (Roanoke, IL)

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R. V. H. S. A small black, bent figure with a bundle in her arms came struggling down the street and a crazy, bristling, flashing streak of brown tearing madly after. The boys saw. and understood, theniwith the cry, 'tMad Dog! Mad Dog, every one dashed for the school building, for the fate of one bitten by that foaming object would perhaps be worse than death. The woman staggered on, when oh li what was that? A lad, small and quivering stood in the immediate path of the crazy animal. In his hands was a baseball bat! Such a pitifully weak weapon against that raging madness! Just a few seconds more and those terrible teeth .... the boy's figure straightened, quivered, then for a second was still with the bat poised as it landed above the eyes and on the head of the dog. The infuriated animal made one last mad dash for its victim, but as the boy dodged quickly, the dog fell on the payement dead. Alan Thors lay crumpled beside it. His strength seemed to have gone from him. Suddenly conscious of many eyes fixed on him, Alan stirred, saw, and with a. great effort stood. Then with flashing, unafraid defiant eyes turned on the throng, he exclaimed. If not being a 'sissy' is doing what every one of you fellows did when you saw that terrible fateapproaching a helpless woman and baby, then I for one, thank God he made me a sissy. The boys ashamed, hung their heads. Ada Moser A Deed of Kindness The cold northwind was blowing, The sky was dull and gray, The snowflakes, too, were dying, On this cold wintry day. But yet in the midst of the storm, By the woods just o'er the lea, A poor little bird was sheltered, In a branch of an evergreen tree. 'Twas a welcome home for the bird, ' When the other trees were bare, As he was nearly blinded, By the snowflakes in the air. And 'twas a deed of kindness, The little tree could do, To give the wandering bird a home While the merciless northwind blew. Fanny Beer PAGE FORTY -SEVEN

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ECHO Freshman Ha1lowe'en Party Oct. 31, 1925 a Hallowe'en Party was given by the Freshman Class. The faculty and most of the fresh were present. Everyone came in costume and much time was spent in trying to guess who was hiding behind the masquerade. The decorations helped to give a spooky feeling while playing the Hallowe'en games. A two course lunch was served and everyone left the building, because of the hour, not of the desire. S Royal Mixer On the afternoon of September 4, a Royal Mixer was given for the Freshmen, in place of the regular initiation party. The refreshments, Ice cream cones, were furnished by the Board of Education. The afternoon was spent in. playing, games, on the east side of the building by the entire school. Senior Box Social On Wednesday evening February third a box social was given by the Seniors after the New York National-Alumni game in the gymnasium. There were twenty-five beautifully decorated boxes. This is the largest box social that has ever been given by the high school. i A joint program was given by the two literary societies Tuesday Dec. 22, 1925. A very large Christmas tree, beautifully decorated and lighted, occupied one corner of the gym. After a short program, Santa Claus appeared and distributed presents to every member of the high school, even including the faculty. The presents were opened in view of all and many a laugh fol- lowed. Music was furnished by the Girl 's Glee Club and the afternoon was spent in joyful enthusiasm, each one looking forward to Christmas Vacation. A A Sissy Thors Alan Thors was a dejected looking figure, as he stood against the pillar at the entrance to the school building. He was a small, thin sensitive lad for his fourteen years of age, and as he stood there a large overgrown fellow passed him saying,'f'Well,' babe, did you wash your ears this morning? Alan's whole figure trembled with rage. It was always like that. The boys seemed to take pleasure in calling him by such names as Sis and f'Babe. But what could he do? If he answered back, the boys only laughed the louder and seemed to think it a good joke. He could not even attempt to fight them, for his frail strength against their brutal roughness would be as nothing. Alan knew he was not that type of a boy and some day .... . A shrill, pleading, moaning cry broke the noisy battle of the school ground. A dead silence unbroken save for a breath of hot, moist wind and again the cry, only now it was frenzied with terror and seemed nearer. PAGE FORTY-SIX

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ECI-I0 4 An Indian Tragedy One evening I went to bed early and for some time lay awake. My thoughts wandered to stories of pirates, gypsies and Indians. It seemed that I hadn't been in bed long when I heard voices in the hall. They seemed to come closer while I listened. Straining my ears and listening very intently I could make out what one was saying. In a rough voice of a man one exclaimed, Well, I think the best way is to have Jim and Hank guard the east windows while Bill and I go in by the door. We 'll be sure to get her that way, and with no trouble in disturbing neighbors. Gee ll but I was scared. I did not know if the her they referred to, meant me, but I was inclined to think it did. I knew it would be foolish to scream because my folks were all gone and the nearest neighbors were over a quarter of a mile away, so I did not make a move but thought quickly. Would it be possible to hide from them? I asked myself. Almost immediately I thought of the cedar chest near my bed and slipping silently out of bed I managed to lift the lid of the chest and crawl in. I then arranged the clothes and articles on top of me so as to appear natural. V I never imagined it would be so hot in there, but I succeeded in lying as still as a mouse for a while that seemed like centuries to me while the footsteps and voices came nearer and nearer. In a short time the footsteps were by my door. Suffocating ,from heat and the close air in the chest, I could stand it no longer so quickly pushing the lid up an inch or two I peeped out, but not for long, for there in the doorway stood a real Indian. Fortunately he had not seen me, and I slipped quietly back. Soon the footsteps of a second Indian were heard in the room and the door of my closet was opened as one of them said, I'd like to know where she went. You look under the bed once more, while I look behind the dressing table. Gee! I was glad I hadn't gone under the bed, which had really been my first impulse to do. All of a sudden, some one came over in the direction ofthe cedar chest. My heart beat in thumps and so loudly that I was just sure he heard it, while he slowly lifted the lid. I-Ie threw the clothes aside, and I was discovered all crumpled up in a corner of the chest. He called for the other Indian and they both tried to pull me out of -the chest. One gave me a jerk especially severe and I jumped up .... awoke .... , to find, not Indians but my sister pulling me out of bed and telling me that she had called me just seventeen times. Fanny Beer Trip to Granville On -Tuesday, September 29th, the Senior class with our class advisor, Miss Moore, and Mr. and Mrs. Blue, motored to Granville to visit their high school. The purpose of this trip was to find out what other schools are doing, and also to get ideas for our memorial in the spring. PAGE FORTY- EIGHT