Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. i JUNIOR SONG. Tune: Mush, Mush, Mush. For the Freshman’s life’s one round of pleasure, For the Sophomore, too, its a lark, But to one who belongs to the Juniors Life looks pretty earnest and dark. We have lessons to get like the others But when others with lessons are done And have gone out for sweet recreation, We still must keep pegging along. Chorus: For its rush, rush, rush, rush with the Year Book, And its rush, rush, rush, rush night and day. Don’t bother me for I am busy! To-day is my busiest day. Let Freshmen go out for a picnic, Let sophomores do as they will, But the Junior has far too much doing, He is climbing up fame’s rugged hill. Our Year Book is sure to bring glory, ’Twill be talked of for long years to come; And we’ll have a fine time as Seniors, With our work on the Year Book all done. Cho. Then it’s rush, etc. (Dedicated with sympathy, to the class 1904.) JUNIOR CLASS YELL. Boomalaka, Boomalaka, Boom, Bow, Wow, Chingalaka, Chingalaka, Ching, Chow, Chow, Boomalaka, Chingalaka, Rip, Rah, Roar, We’re the class of 1904.

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VIEW OF ISLAND PARK. MRS. C. A. WIKSTROM’S RESIDENCE,

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12 J LTN [OR YEAR HOOK. Mrs. Kallender wishes here to express her gratitude to those whose liberality made possible the cash prizes awarded in the Year Book Contest. Such interest on the part of the citizens is a great spur to effort on the part of the pupils. THANK YOU. CHARACTERIZATION OR BURKE . ESSAY BY SADIE CROSBY. Burke was one of the few politicians who try to do what is right. His home life was happy. There, instead of the dignified, brilliant politician, he was a kind, loving father and husband. His was an impulsive nature, capable of deep feeling, as was shown by his intense grief at the death of his son Robert. He inherited a fortune but soon spent it and was always in debt, owing to his taste for books and to his habit of helping his needy friends. As an orator he was very eloquent but his Irish brogue probably lessened the effect of his arguments. His speeches were full of deep thots, which he poured forth in such a torrent that only by the closest attention could his hear¬ ers follow him. And listen closely they did, simply because they could not help it. His powerful, fervid way of speaking, the greatness of his thots, his ready wit and his bitter sarcasm carried everything before them. Nor was Burke’s style of delivery at all monotonous. He would stop in the midst of the most ponderous arguments and throw his audience into convulsions of laughter by the use of his keen wit, or would suddenly come down from a lofty flight of imagination on the ideal state of things, and put in the most bit¬ ter, cutting sarcasm. His speeches contained a wonderful amount of facts, probably more than any other man’s at that time. For instance, if he were making a speech on the condition of affairs in India, he would give the exact amount of export and im¬ port and the produce and expense of that country. He would state to the last cent the amount of tax received from it. He would give the exact population and probably the number of soldiers, the number of merchants, the number of farmers and the number of aristocrats.