Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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H. P. LITTLE, SUH’T MOMEMCE UMION SCHOOLS.

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2 © ♦JUNIOR YEAR ROOK. AT TWILIGHT. PRIZE POEM BY HELEN GRAY. The golden sunset’s clouds are dimmed The sky is cold and gray, Prom nowhere rise the cool night winds, So fades the weary day. The hurrying clouds go by above Like tired flocks to the fold, Save some small islands faintly tinged. By the sun’s last rays of gold. The weary cattle low at the gate Awaiting the milkmaid’s call. The sleepy birds stir in their nests. Then darkness covers all. So fades the uncertain light of day So tired, so faint, to sleep, The wearying noise and din all sink To quiet, sweet and deep. It happened in a crowded car in Chicago. Tired women were sitting un¬ comfortably crowded, and tired men were standing. All were in an ill humor. The car swung rapidly around a curve and one of the men who had been standing, a very ordinary citizen, found himself suddenly seated in a lady’s lap. He rose at once, and politely lifting his hat, said, “I beg your pardon, I, am a foreigner.” No one caught the force of his remarks, but the countenances of all speedily changed when he explained, ‘‘You see, I am a Laplander.”

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JUNIOR YEAR ROOK. 23 H. R. LITTLE. The fact that the great sun has of late acquired a fickle temper and fre¬ quently refuses to shine, disturbs not the pupils of the Momence High School for the Little sun was always present, with his cheery humor to dispel the gloom. When the black clouds of dissention arise and the thunder rolls ominously, instead of hiding behind the clouds, he so persistently pours diplomatic light upon them, that they soon disappear and all is serene and pleasant again. He does not try to attract attention or magnify himself by shining thru the colored glass of affectation, and whatever his penetrating rays fall upon, appears in the original and true light. Not only on the High School, but on all of the Momence Schools, does he lavishly shed his warm beams, and causes the young sprouts to shoot tipward. The great motto of his life is promptness in all things: willing, and never behind time, he is always to be relied on in cases of emergency. Faithful and honest hearted he is, and, as the Little sun of the Momence Schools has disappeared beyond the horizon of High School life, cold and deep is the gloom that has settled thereon. The following is a very brief account of his life. H. P. Little was born at Cerro, G-ordo, Ill., on March 6th, 1858. His father was at that time a member of the Illinois conference, and a rule of that organization required all regular pastors to move as often as once in two years. The family lived successively at Cerro Gordo, Decatur, Taylorville, Virden, Delavan, Beardstown, Urbana, Lincoln, Bloomington, Quincy , and then moved back to Lincoln. At the age of fourteen Mr. Little entered the Illinois Wesleyan University at Bloomington and attended that institution for three years. He then kept books for a firm of wood dealers, at Quincy, for one year, after which he took charge of his grandfather’s farm at Perry, Iowa, and ran it for four years. He then en¬ tered the University of Illinois with the class of ’83, graduating in the school of Chemistry, College of Natural History, with the degree of B. S. After finishing the course at the University he taught school for two years in the country, then four years at Sadorus, Ill., and one year at Rantoul. Ill. Here he met his “finish,” for, after teaching two years at Momence. he suddenly brought one of his High School pupils of that city, Miss Mabel Morris, to share his joys and sorrows. To them have been born five children four of whom are living. Shortly before coming to Momence. Mr. Little took the four days “grind,” as the state examinations are called, and succeeded in landing a state certificate, good for life. He now proposes to drop the business of teaching and adopt that of man¬ ufacturing, so as to lay up a large amount of property, for his old age. He de¬ clares that teaching is the most delightful business in which he has ever engaged—but “There’s no money in it,” and money is something which a mar¬ ried man must have. Selah.