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

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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!

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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 Far better than that. M. H. S. awaited the arrival of the Jun- iors. Soon they appeared and, although depleted in numbers, they had increased in wisdom and ability, fully determined to make the coming year one that would leave “footprints on the sands of time.” This year three of our boys made the first team. My! how delighted we were! As the Seniors were holding a contest for popularity for the Madisonian, we were probably the first to nominate our candidates, four being selected from each class. With so much zeal and hard labor our class supported our candi- dates that three were elected for the annual. Then the Juniors en- tered upon their vacation with a feeling of satisfaction with their year’s work, and a prediction of great things for their Senior year. Chapter IV On still another bright, beautiful morning in September, 1926, the High School welcomed to its wide halls the pride of its heart—The Class of ’27. If previous years had been successful, their Senior year was one continuous and glorious triumph. The Class organized and elected Mike Macek, president; Edmond Cook, vice-president; Gerald Hartley, secretary-treasurer. The Class of ’27 swept everything before it. Athletics again owed its success largely to the Class of ’27; the annual staff were elected early in the year so as to be certain of success—in short, the Seniors dominated everything. Thus is the fitting and triumphant end to the brilliant car- eer of the Class of 1927. A gloomy desolation surrounds the school; the Class of 1927 has departed from its wide halls, never to return again. CLEDA STEIN.