Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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JUNIOR Sophomore Class 2Kistory. Serina Johnson and Mamie Storrs. Our class has decreased greatly in numbers during the past year, but nevertheless our good standing has been kept up. We have two new. numbers—Clennie Little and Raymond Dennis, both of whom come some distance to join us, so it must be we still have something of a reputa¬ tion in the county. We have waded through the difficulties of geometry, and can easily master anything in the line of triangles, circles, and even limits. Since the Latin language has come un¬ der our control, we feel that we could converse freely with any of the great men of Rome whose lives we have studied in Ancient History. Though it seems a long time since we began the mastery of these studies, still it cannot be that our struggles are all for nothing, forwehave certainly gained in wisdom and strength of character. And surely we have had our share of honor and are envied by all the other classes. In the Oratorical contest of last year, one of our members won second prize, which was more than any ordinary Freshman could do. You may think that we are boasting, but we surely have a right to do so, for are we not upheld by the noblest of colors, the royal pur¬ ple and white? Taken altogether, our life as a Sophomore class has been a happy one, our only great Borrow being the illness of our classmate, Clara Dickey. So we are going along, fewer in number than last year, but stronger in purpose, and just look out for us—we are sure to be heard from. BOOK. junior Hallowe ' en Program. On the 31st of October, the Juniors gave a Hallowe’en entertainment in Philomathian Hall. A fierce-eyed Jack o’ Lantern greeted the people as they came up the steps to the 1st floor. On the first and second landings, “ghosts,” who wierdly pointed the way to the place of entertainment, were stationed. Above, all was light and life. The stage and chandeliers were artis¬ tically decorated in black and old gold, the class colors. Jack o’ Lanterns served as footlights. The program given was as follows: Piano Solo - - .... Virgie Tabler Recitation - - - - - - - Hallie Selby Oration by the “Ghost of Edmund Burke.” Class Song. Pantomine—“Blue Beard.” After the Program the crowd adjourned to the “Picture Gallery” and “Library,” where many wonderful things were to be seen. Souvenirs were given to ea!ch person visiting the “Side Show.” Another feature of interest was the Siberian Palmist, who told fortunes for the small sum of three cents. The Juniors had on hand some popcorn ' and their fam¬ ous fudge, which sold so well that, when counted, the pro¬ fits of the evening were found to be $1 1.25. The crowd dispersed about 10 p. m., and went home wishing that the Juniors would give a Hallowe ' en Enter¬ tainment every week.

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JUNIOR junior Class Seng. Tune, “Just One Girl.” Maybe you’ve noticed the Juniors, Noble class—that’s my class— With only one boy to six maidens, Only one—let that pass; These girls look contented and happy, Ask them why—hear them say, “You may laugh if you please at the Juniors, But there’s no other boy like Jay.” Chorus, Just one boy in this school for us, You may laugh if you please, And make all sorts of fuss; Big, strong, and tall, He’s a match for you all— We are suited exactly, with just one boy. Other classes have all sorts of trouble 1 With their boys, so they say; The girls say they’re ugly and stubborn, ’Less each one has his way, But no matter what plan we girls get up, Grave or bright, sad or gay, We’ve only one boy to manage, And he’s very good—that’s Jay. Chorus. Now maybe you Freshmen,and Seniors, Since you’ve heard what I say, Will be wanting to trade with us Juniors, But no, thanks—not today; You may brag of your gentleman members, Dark and light, grave and gay, But we girls feel contented and happy, We each own one-sixth of Jay. Chorus. BOOK .3 Cy C ' iolin. Dedicated to Miss May Culver, When the days, are drear and the atmosphere Seems weighted down with dread, And the clock’s slow beat seems the tread of feet In a funeral march for the dead, To an old, old friend my ear I bend For the solace my heart would win; There’s rest for me and comfort free Ill the tone of my violin. When the days are bright and the glad sunlight Of hope my spirit cheers, When my heart’s aglow with the joy I know And I bid farewell to fears, This same old friend its voice will lend To tell how the glad days spin, And sing with me in its merry glee— My dear old violin. Tho’ my way be ’lorn as a winter’s morn Or gay as a day in June, Through my pathways wind I always find With my life it keeps in tune; So, whether I smile at bright fancy’s wile Or grieve for the “might have been,” I’ll turn to you—friend, tried and true— My best.loved violin. —M. G.

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RAYMOND DENNIS. IRENE BUCKNER. WILL HANSON. SOPHOMORE CLASS. FLOY BROWN. FRED MORSE. SERINA JOHNSON. LUCILE FISH. EMMA PITTMAN. MAMIE HALPIN. MARGURITE DURHAM. PORCH KELSEY, MAMIE STORES. FRANK CLEARY. CLENNIE LITTLE. DELBERT RALSTON