Metropolis High School - Illohmet Yearbook (Metropolis, IL)

Page 27 text:

Madge Morgan Crescent (1); Jimmie’s Aunt Jane (4) ; Illini (4) ; Basketball (4); Surgical Dressings. “Small in stature but numerous in words.” Lera Amlingmeyer (“Dutch' ) Crescent (1); Intellectual Contest (1); Gold Medal Contest (3); Class President (2) (3); Captain Basket Ball (4) ; Stars and Stripes in France (4) ; Illini (4) ; Jimmie’s Aunt Jane (4) ; Editorial Staff Annual; Class Prophet; Track (4). “God made a mistake when He made her a girl.” Alice Dugger Egyptian (1); Basket Ball (4); Jimmie’s Aunt Jane (4) ; Surgical Dressings; Senior Typist; Illini (4). “No wedding bells for me.” — 23 —

Page 26 text:

George Slimpert (“Dago ) Egyptian (1); Basketball (4); Track (4) ; “Jimmie’s Aunt Jane” (4) ; Illini (4); Business Manager Annual. “Fresh from Sunny Italy.” Luella Cox Egyptian (1); Jimmie’s Aunt Jane (4) ; Illini (4). “Oh, how modest.” Sam Willis (“Joppa”) Egyptian (1); Basket Ball (4 ; Track (4) ; Stars and Stripes in France (4); Jimmie’s Aunt Jane (4) ; Editorial Staff Annual. “Oh, how he loves his home town.” 22

Page 28 text:

(Ela00 Prnpltmi r The sun was doing its best to set the school house on fire with its rays. The occupants of the assembly dozed in the sultry heat. Several heads had already dropped on the desks in restless slumbers, while mine was swaying to and fro and my eye lids growing heavier every second. Soon my head was resting on the desk, and I like the rest was dreaming. For forty long years I slept undisturbed, and then someone began tormenting me with music. How I wished that he would go away and let me sleep a few years longer. But the noise seemed to be an endless nuisance; at last it became necessary for me to get up and order the tormentor away. On arising and surveying the once old familiar assembly I observed that great changes had taken place; dust completely covered the few remaining desks, the plaster had crumbled away, and the windows had passed out of existence. At last I spied my tormentor out on a green lawn shaded by great trees. He was a shriveled little man, whose attention was divided between a grind organ and a monkey. I attempted to yell at him, but found that I could not make a sound. As I stood there perplexed and dumfounded, the odd little man glanced upward, his eyes rested upon me for a moment, then his mouth popped open and his expression turned to that of horror. He turned and hurried away dragging his jabbering monkey behind him. I tried again to call him and beg him to come back, because in the wrinkled old face I distinctly recognized my old class mate, George Slimpert. Jumped out of the window, determined to overtake my old friend, but soon discovered that my muscles were stiff and my joints had rusted; running was impossible. Great buildings towered to the sky in every direction. The air was full of monsterous machines which darted hither and thither. . The sun was sinking into the flaming west when I reached the cool reviving meadows of the country. I was — 24 —