Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. History of the Freshman Class. 51 U X After a, separation of several years, our class was re¬ united in 1903. Most classes are well supplied with plenty . of internal greenness. But as our noble class was entire¬ ly destitute of that mental deficiency, we tho’t we would feel out of place among the others, so we chose green as one of our class colors. • • ' .■ U » ■ • ■ • , ' ■ ' : ■ ■ • . ■ Our members are very noted. We are proud to intro¬ duce our artist, Harry Hoag, whose beautiful paintings are for sale at any price from one cent to one dollar. Our noted singer is Lottie Hess, whose voice rivals a bird’s in its sweetness, and has been appreciated by all who have heard it. Many people have been held spellbound by the wonderful eloquence displayed by our elocutionist, Marie Parish, while among the most, noted athletes of Kankakee County is the freshman, Levi Haslett. The mental pow¬ er displayed by Myrtle Crosby is simply astonishing, and is the envy of all her schoolmates. The one trial of our life is the pull at Algebra which takes a great deal of strength to master, but our great trait is perseverance. Our chief accomplishment is music, and some of us are so chuck full of it that during school hours, without the least warning, irrepressible strains of music will burst forth. The girls are beautiful, the boys are handsome, and the instructors are above criticism. The attractions of one teacher must be great for, a certain young gentleman changed his seat from the center of the room to the seat in front of her. But take us up one side and down the other, workers. no Latin is the hardest, English is no joke, But when it comes to Algebra, We are all at the end of our rope. we’re

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FRESHMAN CLASS

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JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. A STORY. By Laura Kelsey. A company of perhaps twenty students from the Ar¬ mour Institute of Technology were congregated in the parlor of the Armour Y. M. C. A. House. Several Fresh¬ men had been impressing an unappreciative Sophomore with the tale of gayety depicted on the scene the evening before at the “Annual Freshmen Handshake,” when Borst the studious Senior derisively remarked “Huh! I can go you one better. Ever hear of night-gown parade of ’99?” “Say, what’s that all about anyway? Give it to us, will you?” was heard from several parts of the room, and thus invited Borst began. “J. Ogden Armour had just pre¬ sented the school with a million dollars or so and we fellows thot we’d celebrate a bit, so one night, along about mid-night, a whole gang of us, 500 or so, got together and planned a campaign. Each one of us had our night-shirts pulled on over our clothes and thus equipped, we started out. First we went over and had a jubilee in front of Ar¬ mour’s house, and then we went and gave Dr. Gunsaulus a serenade until the old man had to come out and make us a speech. Next thing, we bolted for 26th street and took the ele¬ vated for up-town. You can imagine how we looked—five hundred of us ghostly forms stalking ’round. I tell you the motor-man on that car thot he was a goner—but when he found we were flesh and blood, and intended taking the running of the car from him at that, he put up a pretty stiff fight —but of course he was up a fence against all the fellows and we soon escorted him and the conductor, plus the guards, to seats in the car and told them to sit there and behave themselves. Well, then we had things our own way. Of course fhere were passengers who wanted to get off enroute, but we didn’t see any stations —we just sailed, past them all a-whooping! The fellows were hanging on the gates, out of the windows, and a lot were piled on the roofs, just a-singing and yelling and having the time of their lives. Well someway the boys let one of the guards get away and the game was up. He slid like a streak down one of the braces, telephoned the cops, and when we got to Mad¬ ison Street, our power was shut off. We piled out of the cars, and there at the foot of the stairs were five patrol wagons and a lot of cops waiting to haul us in. We weren’t going to give up that easy. We just boiled down those narrow stairs trying to get away, but they simply gathered us in until they got the wagons full, then drove off. The rest of us were going to stand by the boys they had nailed, so we followed ’em up and we all landed together at the Harrison Street Police Station. The sargeant telephoned to Armour and Dean Alderson and in a little while they came over and bailed us out at $1 apiece and expenses. When we started away, Alderson planted himself by the door and as each one of us filed past—thump—would come his foot, and he stood there and kicked every one of that gang of 500 fellows, that being all the faculty ever did about our night-gown parade.” Sugg, the Academic Student laconically remarked “Gee, I’ll bet Aldie’s leg got tired,” and then those freshies howded.