Madison High School - Trojan / Madisonian Yearbook (Madison, IL)

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THE NINETEEN M. H. S. although farther advanced. Two new subjects were added to the course of study; namely, chemistry and stenography. A number of the mem- bers of the other classes joined ours in making up a commercial class. Being juniors, we received very much attention from the seniors, more than did the other classmen. And to recall that when we were mere green freshies they had treated us so unkindly! But we willingly for- give the class of 1919 for what they have done to us in the past. Our class this year has dwindled down to nine. We should have had just a dozen, but three of our most adorable members have em- barked upon the sea of matrimony. We extend our sincere wishes to each of these and wish them the best of luck, but I hope nothing can keep our present number from enrolling next term. —Lulu Steinger, '20. CHEMISTRY PSALM Mr. Janssen is my teacher. I shall not pass. He leadeth me to expose my ignorance before the class. He maketh me to work prob- lems on the board for my grade’s sake. Yes, though I study until midnight I cannot understand Chemistry, for experiments and problems sorely trouble me. He prepareth problems before me in the presence of mine enemies. He giveth me a low grade. My work runneth under. Surely, zeroes and seventy-fives will follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the class of chemistry forever. Amen. —M. Cunningham, '20. The day’s at the morn And period’s at ten, The bell’s just rung— Daisy keeps us in. We’re just through with English And are too anxious to go. Daisy resents it And informs us just so. The year’s at the spring And day’s at the noon; ’Tis the morning’s last period, Hank reigns supreme. Miss M. has the algy class, With countenance serene. We’re all getting hungry, We wish the bell’d ring. But unto us she hath a spell beyond her name and story. —Miss Meyer Twenty-one

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THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Girls (left to right): Anna Gitcho, Ruth Clapham, Mary Bergfield, Audrey Behrends, Gladys Dant. Boys (left to right): Franklin Bucher, Roper Harrison, Boris Popovsky, Joseph Spears, Paul Richardson, Bernard Anderson. Riddle, Thomas SOPHOMORE HISTORY E surely did feel fresh on that first September school-day in 1917; we felt like wild fowl brought into a chicken farm. Everything seemed new and strange—rooms, teachers, students, books. The rooms seemed small and stuffy (this rather mentally than physically) ; the teach- ers were unfamiliar; older students teased us at every turn, calling us “Greenies”; the books seemed to be hid- ing mysterious difficulties between their pages, ready to loosen them upon us. But like every other Freshman class, we gradually adapted ourselves to our new atmosphere. We mastered and crushed the hitherto un- known forces in algebra (at least we were supposed to do so) ; waded through the thirty-two-page daily lessons in physical geography; and finally, all exhausted, plunged into a “Mid-Summer Night’s Dream” in English. On a bright, hot day the next September, one could have seen ex- Freshmen coming from all directions, plodding their way wearily (not to say grudgingly) toward the high school building; and one would have recognized them to be “Us.” Arriving before the familiar struc- ture we glanced about among the crowd assembled, and, lo! we beheld ourselves together again, after a seemingly age-long separation. Our Never so rich a gem was set in worse than gold.—Nina Pierce, ’20 Twenty-three