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

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THE SEARCHLIGHT Top Row Left to Hi|rht Juanita McGehee, t'lova LybnrKcr, Lorrniiu Ilinde, Dorothy liner, IOvclyn Taylor Biddle How Furl Brody, Katherine llrooy.e, Audios 11 on lor. Hut It Wi liter, Bcriindinc IlnyeK, Frnin Hanne , Margaret llueher, Gladys Hohiiuiii, 1 armaret Shun»way l.ol;i llatsclicr, Joseph Friedman Bottom Row (ieor e FiloofV, Arthur Beans, Fstlier Hlaekmore, Louise SpannoK'el, Alice Itrooinfield, Sophi;» Popovsky, Katharine lliil. Os ;» Itich.-irdson, Loons Deleour, Frank C'hura FRESHMAN CLASS HISTORY T was a fine September morn. The new Freshman class came to schocl. We seemed to be afraid. The Sophs, Juniors and Seniors kept staring at us. Some exclaimed. “Oh, how green they are,” but we did not understand what they meant, because we thought in autumn, espe- cially in September, all things are rioe. Oh! but they just kept teasing and laughing at us. About 9:20 a bell rang. Oh joy! we thought it’s time for dinner. During the time we were teased it seemed a whole day. But instead of going home, we were led into the algebra room, where Miss Hierony- mus was waiting for us, smiling. She treated us, little dears, as her children and made us as much at heme as she could. She started out telling us about a, b, c, etc., which made us think that it would be quite easy because we already knew our abe’s. Modesty is the conscience of the body.—Catherine Hayes. Twenty

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THE SEARCHLIGHT Nineteen

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THE SEARCHLIGHT After forty minutes, we came back into the theatre (assembly hall) and waited for the moving picture show to commence, but instead, after forty minutes of waiting, the bell rang again. This time we were led into another room where Mrs. Bessen was waiting to see her new Freshies. At once she began telling us about the five times she had climbed the Alps, and of going to Mars in an aeroplane, which made us think we were in church. After another forty minutes we were sent down to the manual training room, where we were shown the easiest way to get rid of a finger and how to shave with a plane-blade. Mr. Gay, after showing us how to sharpen a plane blade, showed us how to test if it was sharp by trying to shave our arms. He also showed us how to use our heads when we needed a tool. After forty minutes of pound- ing our thumbs we went home for dinner. When we appeared at cur homes our mothers almost cried over their poor little over-worked dears. But after noon we returned to work. After the bell rang, we were shown into the Latin room, where we thought we had to solve puzzles and not translate Latin. Then after a rest of eighty minutes we were sent back to Miss Hieronymus, where she began to make us scan poems, and when the orchestra played in the library, she made us keep time with our hands and she almost lost control of herself and kept time with her feet. Day in and day out we kept at our daily work, Miss Hieronymus giving us more dancing lessons, teaching us some more abc’s; Mrs. Bes- son telling us marvelous tales of climbing Mt. Everest; and Mr. Martin giving us more puzzles. In spring when all things get green, the Freshies then dolled up in green as on St. Patrick’s day. This proves that they know when to be green and when not. —Frank Chura, ’23 The morning sun looked over the hill; “Ho, ho!” said he. “The ice has frozen brook and rill, Tight as can be.” So he shone his best, and all of a sudden The ice did snap like wood. While the sun o’erhead laughed louder than ever, “When I tried, I could.” The fair and inexpressive she.—Verna Brockman. Twenty-one