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

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THE NINETEEN M. H. S. faces brightened, but only for a while; soon—ah! too soon—our visages changed and took on their former gloomy appearance. The streaming sweat turned cold as we pondered over the subject that weighed on our minds—the grind that was to come. Several of us began the study of Latin while the rest delved into French. But, thanks to the kind faculty, we’ve overcome our first fear and have enjoyed our second year very much. During this year we have had several hikes, and as to entertainments—we were present at a banquet given by the high school pupils in honor of the graduating class. We enjoyed the different games, and, we must admit, we en- joyed also the excellent speeches given by the Seniors. Out of thirty-one pupils who entered during the Freshman year, we are finishing the Sophomore year with twelve names to our Class Roll; yep—cne dozen tough Sophomores. B-r-r-r—! —Boris Popovsky, ’21. THE BLESSINGS OF NATURE To him who thinks on the verdant mind, Thinks of a fairy soul divine; She treads on a carpet of velvet green And treads her measure with heart serene. Her playmates are the birds and flowers. Her home the dales and bowers; She drinks from a cup unknown to the human mind And sees things to which our eyes are blind; She invites you to come, you strangers of Nature, To list to her teachings and songs of the woods. —Fresh. Doris Rogers, ’22. F. J. has a stick of gum. He chews it loud and slow; And wherever F. J. goes The gum is sure to go. It comes with him to Civics class, Which is against the rule ; So he sticks the gum behind his ear And chews it after school. She looked down to blush, And she looked up to sigh.—Ethel Henthorne, '22 Twenty-four

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THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Girls (top row, left to right): Lola Layman, Ethel Henthorne, Lydia Schaefer, Doris Rogers, Julia Abromovitz. . Middle row: Bessie Rogers, Agnes Bergfleld, Katherine Hayes. Ruth Blackmore. Ethel Norvell Edith MacDonald, Verna Brockman. Lura Barlow. Doris Mier, Lucille Renninger Irene Rodgers (not in photograph). ’ Edward Seuffert, Chris Jongloff, Boys (left to right) Harry Hornberger, August Rydgig. Daniel Peter Argellan, Morris Rosenstrom, William Phelan, Eiler. Paul Rohe, THE FRESHIES’ FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL. HAT are those green-looking objects?” asked one Senior of another, as a bunch of scared-looking Fresh- men came up the steps of the M. H. S. one morning in September. Soon these same Freshmen were assembled in the back seats of the auditorium. After twenty minutes of timid suspense, presided over by our august princi- pal, we hear a bell ring; ‘Surely, we don’t go home now,” we queried with ourselves. But alas, we were shown to the algebra room, where we thought we should have to learn our “abc’s” over. Next came the language classes. In these we were greeted with new and strange words. Then—a blessed forty minutes of peace. In the afternoon, we were first initiated into the mysteries of the planets and winds. Next we were requested to proceed to the English class-room. Here we were greeted with open arms, waiting to take in all ‘‘strangers within the gates, and introduce them to the intricacies of the English language. Next, and oh—joy! last, we were shown to the sewing-room—that is, the girls were. Once there we were instructed in the science of mak- Twciity-six “Our Vampire.”—Irene Rogers, ’22