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

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THE NINETEEN M. H. S. ing hands and feet move at the same time, and also in sewing straight seems while at the sewing-machine. And herewith ended our first day of the Freshman year. We had an enrollment of thirty-three, which enrollment has now dwindled to twenty-six. Our hope is to make our class a noted one, and this in some measure we have managed to do in the algebra and language classes. Next, year, however, when we have ascended the dizzy heights to the dignity of the sophomore year, we guarantee to accomplish far more, for with age come wisdom and greater things. —Ethel Norvell, '22. OUR LOYALTY SONG H. H. Janssen, 1914 (Tune No. 38, in old high school song book) Come, sing our mighty song, as onward still we go, While youthful hearts can sing, thy praise shall ever flow. RAH! RAH! M H S! (Yell) RAH! RAH! M H S! Ring again; Our refrain, Hail to M H S! RAH! RAH! M H S! RAH! RAH! M H S! Once again, then, Hail all Hail to M H S! Our banner flying (Boys RAH!) In breezes sighing; Never Madison shall fear; We are here; Let us cheer! Highest praise shall ring for the school that we hold so dear! Let us cheer, What we hold so dear. «H «S Weary lessons cease at last; Hours of patient toil are past; Then we hear Sounds of cheer, For the game is on! RAH!...................... Then we hear Sounds of cheer, For the game is on! Come away, Come away, Our hearts are free this happy day! Come away. Come away, We’re ever ready for the fray! Homeward then, rejoicing, for victory has crowned our banners; Green and white, exalted ever, by your help shall never fear! Of boys and their lovely looks I thought not, being busy with my books.—Hazel Burch, 20 Twenty-seven

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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

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