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

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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

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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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THE MADISONIAN Mentor Clags tstorp Chapter I One bright September morning, the city of Madison was startled by a sudden eastward migration which clogged the wide boulevards and avenues. One inquisitive citizen followed a crowd of the timid, excited wayfarers and at length discovered their objective to be Madison High School. A thorough investi- gation brought to light the fact that the thronging mob was the new Freshman Class, which was just entering the halls of learn- ing. Thereafter the daily migration became a commonplace af- fair and excited no one except the strangers who were unused to the phenomenon. Chapter II On another beautiful September morning, one year later, the boulevards of Madison were again thronged; but the crowds seemed more intelligent and important than that of the previous year. The Sophies were perfectly at home and even commercial- ized their year’s experience by selling assembly tickets, section room seats and sundry other privileges to the guileless and trust- ing Freshmen. They soon reorganized and elected Edmond Cook president; Gerald Hartley, Vice-President; Georgia Drew, Sec- retary-treasurer. During this year one of our boys made the first team of which we were very proud. Our class took a prominent part in the programs and socials of the Olympia Literary Society. The scholarship of the class was in keeping with its other accomplishments, and a great many Sophomores were noticed during examination time. Our second year in Mad- ison High ended like a comet, leaving a trail of glory. Chapter III On another bright morning in September, the very atmos- phere of the High School was one of expectancy. What was the reason for the look of joyous anticipation which rested on its broad countenance? Was the President coming to pay it a visit? Or maybe Queen Marie of Roumania or the Prince of Wales? No!