Metropolis High School - Illohmet Yearbook (Metropolis, IL)

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The little girl of much ado. How she and Bess lightly tripped Through shimmey steps and never flipped; Well, now I see in vaudeville. These little maids are tripping still. Helen will not come to grief. For she is very wise; And hor temper she can guard. If she half tries; Very ki.ij is she, very good. And with her kindness she can match A disposition mild. A moment more and I espied. Our friend Ed. Wilson, true and tried. This man has now quite wealthy grown. By shipping ice from zone to zone. Soon I did see a woeful sight, A man who chewed with strength and might; He sat upon a cracker box. And ashes from his pipe he knocks. They say he does this day by day. And thus he wears his life away. His name I learned with chagrin. Was Harry Crain, pale and thin; And then I cried in accents wild. From our whole class 30 meek and mild. Will no one go to foreign lands. That he may preach to ignorant bands. And lo! I heard a mighty voice. Say, “I will preach; let us rejoice.” Then all was still, but I had heard. George Teuton's voice send forth that word. —Jessie Marie Arcnsman

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n SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Since this hard task was given me. To write the Senior prophecy. I have hied me to Appolo’s home, And there high in a lofty dome, J I looked into a crystal well. And what I saw to you I’ll tell: First, right before my gleaming eyes, A face looked up in glad surprise; The form I saw was sadly bent. As the long hours of toil were spent. I asked, “What is that you do?” Said he, “From doughnuts, holes I chew.” Who was that man, you ask of me? George Neff, as you may see. Next I beheld a circus ring. With girls and clowns who dance and sing; And walking on a tight rope there Was Hattie May. I do declare. Whom next do you suppose I saw. Afar from native home and Ma, A-teaching little heathen girls and boys. Was Harriett's face, all framed with joy. There at a table very large, I saw Pauline still in charge. Of writing the world’s best poetry; While out upon the basket ball floor. Ruby and Nina were happy galore. Along a stream my gaze now strayed. There stood a man. his clothes all frayed; And as a means of livelyhood. This man caught bull frogs as he could; His name. I tell it to you with pains— Bill Tiner, whom Reba claims, Then there was Ellis Mann. 1 saw him still in search of Ann,” Whom he should choose to be his wife. To love him, cherish him thru life. And there was Howard, a good man. Who had gained much fame by his “short hand.” A wonder now I will relate. 'Twas surely wrought by hand of fate; Though strange it seems, believe it true. Miss Alma’s face came into view; I heard her singing wondrous grand. They say her voice has stirred the land. Soon I saw Freda Ray. Driving a wonderful one-horse shay; And by her side, to my surprise. Was one who looked very wise. Then there was Bill W.. long and lean. And on his face was seen, A look of sorrow deep. While these words he did repeat: “I told her my love, I told her my love, 1 told her all my heart. Trembling cold, in ghastly fears. Ah. she did depart.” There’s Mina and Alice, poor souls. A sorry part will be their role; For old, old maids they’re doomed to be. Who love their cats and drink their tea. While or. a little school house floor. Stood Golda Noble at the door. And being as noble as her name. She will never come to shame. Presented next into my sight. Was one who early took his flight; way from joy of single life. He took Ruth Foote as his wife. And there I saw him plowing corn. Until old Gabriel blew his horn; Pray guess his name, it won’t be hard, ’Tis David Kennedy, our old pard. Ethel will be a nifty girl. Who will like the social whirl; But who is likely to be Some good housewife don’t you see. Upon a form I soon did gaze Which walked about as in a daze. It wandered ’round in the debris. And sadly, wildly looked at me; Explosions there had been you see, A total nervous wreck was he. With sorrow listen to his name. Poor Johnny Meyer, seeking fame. And there was Leslie taking care, Of dead, both dark and fair. Do you remember Ina Rew? 28

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CLASS HISTORY. Once upon a time, it seems ages and ages ago. although the calendar tells us that it has been only four short years, there were seventy-eight of us. Just one more Freshman class to Mrs. Cutting who has seen so many come and go—just another bunch of ordinary children, giving no hint of the possibilities latent within them, and not particularly distinguished for high grades except in deportment. Now, as we are leaving we flatter ourselves that the grades of the classes r.s a whole compare most favorably with those of any of the classes that have preceded us from the portals of old M. H. S. And it is very fitting that our class flower should be the violet, modest, sweet and shy. As for the deportment of the class, but let us pass to more pleasant things for in the beautiful words of the poet, “The memory lingers. This, as far as we have been able to discover by searching the annals of the High School even back to the days of Pete GrofT and Harry Steers, is absolutely the only leap year clars that has ever decorated our assembly rooms, starting and finishing its career during this fateful year. The social activities of the class really began during the Sophomore year. Freshmen of course, being allowed only to admire and envy in a most re- spectful way the brains, beauty and opportunities of the upper classes. The social debut of the Freshmen class came at the annual search party, when the young ladles successfully concealed in Lafont’s hen house caused acute financial distress among the masculine members of the class even though those were the days of flve-cent coca-colas. Even the triumphs of our later years cannot dull the thrill of that evening when we first had dates, sanctioned by our parents and teachers. The Sophomore year was given over entirely to study, we feeling that one year in four was none too much to waste in books. The Halloween party was the greatest social event of the year being distinguished chiefly by elaborate costumes of the masquerade and the hard cider which was inadvertently served and was most popular among the faculty. We have received numerous inquiries as to whether this illuminating beverage will be served at our final banquet. After two glasses of this cider. Professor Schrader complimented our class by saying it was the largest class he had ever seen, in fact, that it looked two or three times as large as at the beginning of the evening. The Junior year was devoted more to social and dramatic activities, as enough studying was done