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

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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)

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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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MB | HE 1925 ARONOIS iin, a Class Prophecy Marie Lyons ) This incident took place in nineteen thirty five, just ten . after my graduation from M. GC. H. S. It was a terrible day— “Cold and dark and dreary, It rained and the wind was never weary. The vines still clung to the moldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves would fall. My heart was cold and dark and dreary, It ached and the wind was never weary. My hopes were of the by-gone past But the hopes of my youth were still in the blast.”’ I picked out that volume of Poe’s works. It had been neglected for years, for I had never forgotten the night mares that book had given me when a Senior. The book fell open to ‘‘The Pit and the Pendulum.” It had been years since I had read that. I was surprised to find I really enjoyed it. I read on and on deeply engrossed and evidently did not hear the knock, for it came this time with a crash and a threat. | hastily dropped the book. Before me stood a saucy Raven. ] was a tempted to slam the door for I] was angry at being interrupted £0 rudely. But the crow is a noble fellow ‘‘becaws’’ it never shows a | white feather nor complains without ‘‘caws”’, so I refrained from al act so impolite. The Raven flew direetly to an old bust of Poe over the door and perched there. I spoke to the bird and he answered, “T have come to warn you of your future, of the disaster awaiting Ye Al eur life you’ve been a pleasure seeker. You are a complete failure. You have forsaken the things in life that would afford you real oY: 4 Hollywood held nothing for you. The fortune left you by vour uncle has been Squandered in various escapades where you narrowly escay ed death. But your ideas are old and sophisticated What wou! ee noble instructors in M. C. H. S. say if they kriew the run rc. = eee ? You have forsaken all their teachings MUR was angry be (ae finds no place in your Bi. Ise, so I asked, ae me beat but all his statements were | o redemption for myself ?”’ epmoth the Raven, ‘‘Nevermore.”’ =) i) Ar no!