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

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+■ had survived that first and appalling year in exploring the lands of isdom. Undaunted by the loss of our fellow-mates we determined to make the best of our fate as it was decreed upon us. After nine months had passed we had made the entire trip through Caesar’s Gallic wars, and had visited all the countries in the Ancient History class. The captain again called all hands on deck and this time only seven- teen members enrolled for the third voyage. Of this voyage 1 cannot give a full account, for history cannot be written before history is made. Al- though our voyages have been varied we touched the shores of all contin- ents well known to Juniors the world over. In the commercial class we be- came acquainted with the regular touch of the typewriter. Before long we had lost ourselves in its jungles of letters, figures, and punctuation marks. Some of the bravest members tried once more to search out unknown chan- nels of Advanced Algebra, Chemistry, or Science. As we near the close of our voyage we find. that, deep down in our hearts, we are really and truly sorry that we are so near the end of our educational journey. I will confide to you, in consideration of the Seniors, that in closing this brief of so wonderful a career, that so great progress was due to the fact that we have followed in their footsteps. —Lorraine Hayes ’24. ,« ,4 ,4 FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS OF OUR FACULTY Stice—“I'll see about it.” Lemme—“All right! Third bell! Third bell! All right!” Fuller—“I'll prove it to you.” Hefler—“Stupendous! Marvelous! WONDERFUL.” Michel—“You’re tardy, sign up.” Schell—“I won’t have it. I just won’t have it.” F'verly—“At least have enough courtesy—.” Bessen—“Let the office boy do it.” Colwell—“Please pay attention.” Megowen—“Open your mouth and let the sound out.” So quiet that his vast talent is little known to the world.-—Charles Rankin.

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY For eight long years our class had sailed on as good a hark as was ever built. 1 he only fault we had to find with so sturdy a craft was that we. its builders, had never christened it. e were sailing on an uncertain sea; yet happy, careless, always, cheerful would we be. We found as we sailed we left no trace of our progress—but because of our nameless craft we came to ports, passed on. and forgot their. This occurred for seven long years in spite of our constant labor, strife, and struggle. The last of eight years we drifted into the auditorium of the M. H. S. From then to evermore, whenever we are seen, wherever our footsteps fall, we are known and called as the crew of the Freshmen class of 1920. Dur- ing this year’s vogage the sea we sought was preyed upon by many pirate ships, some bearing the names of Sophomore. Junior, and Senior. There were thirty members in our crew the year of the Freshman voyage. I dare sav all enjoyed their visit to places where Latin was the native tongue, and all were delighted in exploring the unknown country in Algebra. The second year we were claimed as the hands of the gallant ship “Sophomore.” We found our crew greatly reduced for only twenty-four There is a place and to spare for your frank young smile.—Naomi Chesser.

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“MY FIRST IMPRESSION OF SENIOR LIFE” I Dear Friends: A Freshman’s impression of Senior life is the most interesting and ideal- istic that can be imagined, and of course the impression is all imagination. This is Senior life at the M. H. S. as I saw it in my Freshman year. Each morning when you arise, you attire yourself as befits a Senior, if you get up in time you walk down the street toward the High School with your most stately air. If you get up at half past eight you attire your- self and dash off to school as befits one in such a plight. When you reach the High School you go directly to the locker room, which is a room without lockers. Here you will find a great number of Freshmen, some Sophomores, and sometimes even a few Juniors listening to the philosophy of the Seniors. You saunter into their midst and announce something like this—“An important meeting in the Lab. at four, sharp.” This never fails to make an impression upon even the Sophomores. When the students in the study hall, all Seniors keep on talking re- gardless of the tapping of the desk bell. When the classes pass never be the first to rise. It is not good form for a Senior to pass to class for at least two minutes after the other classes have passed. The stair landing is a medium of exchange for jokes, chewing gum, can- dy, ideas, or just talk. Of course the Seniors have no monoply upon the landing but who dare go where Seniors tread? The senior Class is a body of people to whom the faculty and the school board go for advice and often for instructions. The Seniors have more patience than one could expect in trying to make the faculty understand just why Seniors should have nothing but E’s on their report cards. Some of the reasons being that Dad has promised prospective graduate a naughty red car, or, a whole summer in New York. One of the duties of the Senior Class is to publish an annual. This requires a great amount of time which the Seniors devote without a mur- mur. If they have a few minutes left after completing an article for the annual they sometimes read a chapter in their civics book or Halleck’s Eng- lish Literature, if they can find their books. The Seniors become very in- dignant when they cannot find their books, which is almost every day. It has been whispered that the instructors hide said books because they know that Seniors will study too hard and will not appear at their best in the class play This is all, dear friends, that I can remember of my impression after so long a time. My present impression is sad. indeed, but if you wish to know it. the Seniors of 1924 will be glad to publish it in their annual. Hoping that you will receive this favorably, I am —A Humble Senior. None named her but to praise.—Margaret Brown.