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

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THE MADISONIAN SENIORS DAVID FRIEDMAN I smiled one day at a Freshie, Who looked so out of place, He asked what was so funny, I said it was his face. LENNA LITTLE My mother says it puzzles her, And really ’tis a riddle, How I love her so much—and yet, She’s loved by such a “Little”. GERALD HARTLEY I have a grave philosophy Of far away and near; The farther away from the teacher The better I can hear. opal McFarland My name has always made me famed And also made me hopeful, For if my name means anything, I’m precious as an “Opal”. MICHAEL MACEK I am the worthy president Of this, the Senior class, And, all the teachers must admit, I’d never take their sass. Page eleven

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MADISONIAN SEN I O R S JOHN BROOMFIELD My kinky hair of brownish hue Is envied by the girls, Who often stop and often stare At what they call my curls. MILDRED BUSBY All through my life I’ve tried my best To win a man named Fame, And if I lose this lasting fight I’ll say, what’s in a name? ROBERT O. CLARE I read the classical novels That tell of crimes and shames, The most renowned of all these tales Relate of Jesse James. ELNORA FOEHSE I am a contrast to the rest, For I am so sedate, While all the rest can only say That they are up-to-date. EDMOND COOK When I go walking down the street The girls, they all cry “Lookie, Here comes upon his sprightly way, That fearless sheik called Cookie!” Page ten

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THE MADISONIAN SENIORS RUSSELRUNKEL The school should vent its greatest sorrow, And nurse an inward fear; The basketball team is broken up, I’m leaving school this year. JENNIE ROSENSTROM By wooden heels and wooden stairs, I finally have contrived A warning that will always mean That Jennie has arrived. WILLIAM E. SCHAEFER About my height so much is said, I really must declare, There are some taller people nigh; You’ll find them yet—somewhere! CLEDA STEIN “Your surname is so very grand, It makes me smile,” he said; “For long ago I bought a ‘stein’ Of something which is dead!” RUSSEL WEDLER He’s very small, and a poet, “Yes”, These verses above will show. How he does it no one can guess But he is always at the goal. Paye twelve 1927