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

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THE SEARCHLIGHT Thirteen A maiden who hath no tongue but thought.—Anna Giteho.

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THE SEARCHLIGHT SENIOR CLASS HISTORY E began our high school career with twenty-four members, three of whom, at the end of this term, will have toiled together during the entire twelve years of school work. Our expectations were that we would remain together during the four years, but in this we were disappointed. If all of us hold out faithfully, nine of us will graduate. When we entered high school, we soon realized that we had encountered a new phase of our education. Methods of study were entirely different from those used in our former classes. Instead of having one teacher we had five or six. The natural result was that we were rather confused at first, but after a short time this confusion disappeared. One soon adjusts himself to his environment. Time passed quickly and we became Sophomores. If we had not worked as hard as we might have during our Freshman year, we now redoubled our efforts. Another year passed and we again realized that we had advanced another step in our education. We were Juniors, next in importance to our neighbors, the all-knowing dignified Seniors. What a grand and glorious feeling! Father Time once again appeared and we were considered as being Seniors. Our Senior year opened with an entirely new faculty with the exception of Miss Megowan, our music teacher, and Mr. Gay. We have found them very accommodating, and we consider our time spent under them well worth while. They have done their utmost to make our work interesting and beneficial. Looking back upon our high school career we have few regrets. We have thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure derived from it and profited by the work. Some people may have the mistaken idea that pupils are sent to school for the sole purpose of studying. This may be true, but we certainly managed to get all the pleasure possible out of it. So here we are full-fledged Seniors, ready to leave high school and enter into life’s school. May we ever look back with fond remembrances on our good old days spent in the M. H. S., and may the future students profit as we have by the knowledge acquired in that worthy institution, the high school. —Hazel Burch, ’20 I am not afraid of my lessons; why, I can go to sleep beside them.—Roper Harrison. Twelve

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THE SEARCHLIGHT Top Row i I.oft to Iti lit | .Joseph Spciirs, Anna Gttelio, Itutli Clapbani, Glad;» Itant Bottom lion Frunkiin Bucher. Bernard nderson. Itoper Harrison. Boris Popovsky, Thomas Kieliardson, l.cl:in:l DaGur JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY ORE than a score and ten of us entered the high school as Freshmen in 1917. For one long term we endured the irritating epithets “Freshie” and “Greenie.” Having emerged from this bath of chlorophyl, we entered the Scphomoric age of delusion. Not until a good part of the term was over did we discover that we were nothing but “wise fools.” We entered the Junior year with a class roll of twelve. Two having dropped cut during the year, there are now ten uncompromising Juniors, eager to continue the search fcr knowledge. Opinions may differ as to our appreciation of the year’s work. Looking at it with as much impartiality as human frailty will permit, however, the general view may be resolved as follows: In English our work was quite voluminous, and on the whole, enjoyable. The five of us who were in the medieval modern history class derived education of inestimable value. In physics we pierced into the wonderful phe- An admirer of the fair sex, but has no time to show it.— Thomas Richardson. Fourteen