Maroa Forsyth High School - Trojanaire / Maronois Yearbook (Maroa, IL)

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TITHTITT INTL OL Class Poem Nedra Funk Now listen, my children, and you shall hear Not of his horse—nor of Paul Revere, Not of the tower—nor of the light But of a class that’s just all right. Together we’ve spent many a happy day, But now our feet are about to stray In different paths along life’s way. Some will gain wealth—others fame, And some will win for themselves a name. But wherever they go, or wherever they stray May the Lord bless and guide them alway. Now of this class I said you should hear So here goes— Sweet Marie—with her cheerful smile Craves single blessedness just for awhile. ‘ Snoodles’’? says he never could dance That whenever he tries, his feet go in a trance, But he takes lots of girlies in Cooper’s shop Where they ‘Dine’ on chili, hot-doggies, and pop. Big Babe Matheny—front name Beryl] Says he doesn’t want ‘‘any ole girl’’, They cost too much—so when for soda they sigh He grins and winks the other eye. Adams, called Russell, is a big tender brother, He fell for a girl, she fell for another. John Rolofson, our show man, so tall, slim, and good Has decided to go West, way out to Hollywood. He says he’ll take Don to draw scenes for pictures. I bet they'll be good—regular Dukes’ mixtures. Then Shon, our railroader, is always busy; If we tried to keep up with him, we’d all be dizzy. A udrey Ann Price Says a teacher eck e, For she loves the kiddies and the kiddies love she. Methinks I see Fleta with her last beau, sg Where? In my minds eye Horatio.’?

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OTT TT TTT ried life. This left only sixteen in our class. ations we began to think about our was the big undertaking. of the year. . Under the capable direction of Miss Hays the affair was a wonderful suecess. Several of our honorable Juniors entered the Liter rary Meet. We had not been Without representation in athletics. ‘‘Joe’’? had gone out for foot- ball and made the team. After we had seen the Seniors graduated, we started our vacation feeling proud of the fact that WE were now Seniors. After semester examin- Junior-Senior Banquet, which On the first Monday in September, nineteen hundred twenty four, eleven Seniors stood on the steps of M. C. H. S.. Faye. Swartz had decided not to come back to school, and Gerald and Clay had been away at camp so were late in returning for school. The Seniors met them at the station and took them to the ‘‘beanery’’ to drink. They were weleomed back in true Senior style(?), and soon became accustomed to the routine of school life. At our first class meeting we elected these officers: Nedra Funk, President, Beryl Matheny, Vice-President, Fleta Huston, Secretary and Treasurer,- and Mr. Cross, Class Adviser. We knew that this was our last year in M. C. H. $. and we decided to make the most of it. ‘‘Joe’’ was made Cap- tain of the football eleven and ‘‘Jerry’’ was a star in all the football and basketball games. Nedra Funk entertained the Seniors at a Hallowe’en Party. We believe all will remember the ride down the hard road. Nothing more exciting happened until the New Year’s Watch Party, which was held at the home of Lula Daggett. Several of the Seniors made resolutions to work harder the second semester, but judging from the grades they were not carried out. After the Senior Play, Junior-Senior Banquet, Class Day, Baccalaureate, and Commencement we shall leave M. C. H. 8S. to become people of the world.

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TIT LL TITTLE ‘Gerald the nifty,’’ the girls like him so, Longs to be President, of what? I don’t know; But if it’s the National bank, U.S. or sand, We feel and know that he’s the right man. Paul Thomas came to us with his secret N- . Krom reports, our boys think it’s the password to heaven. Mary Belle has her hair bobbed, so they told me to-day ; Are we all in style now? Well, [ should say. And now dear comrades and pals of mine, I trust that I may always find Friends as faithful, jolly, and true. I know I shall, and so will you. CLASS SONG By Marie Lyons Commencement Day is here And Seniors are not sad. We greet our graduation With hearts and voices glad. Chorus: So FAlail! all ye Seniors, Commencement Day is here. So Hail! all ve Seniors Join in the happy cheer. We gather here to bid you all A hearty glad goodbye. Our work is just beginning To do our best, we’ll try. We'll cherish, Alma Mater, The memories of you. To your ideals and standards We ever will be true.—Chorus:— We've tried to fill our places Through four long years of grind And now, my Jolly Juniors, It’s up to you, you'll find!—Chorus:— (With special music)