Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. THE SENIOR CLASS. MOTTO:—A past forever gone, a future yet our own. CLASS FLOWER:—Goldenrod. COLORS:—Black and Old Gold. YELL. Skin ’em alive, Skin ’em alive, Hurrah for the class of Nineteen Five. THE DONORS OF THE CLOCK. BY LOLA VANE. In presenting a Program Clock to the school as our memorial, the class of ’05 wished particularly to impress upon the minds of dilatory undergraduates the fact that they must hustle if they ever catch up with ’05, or acquire in any way the great and noble qualities which character¬ ize the class. The general beauty of the clock has been much ad¬ mired, but we wish to call your attention to the fact that all the handsome features of the clock simply exemplify the virtues of the class. Its quiet unobtrusiveness most accurately depicts the manner in which ’05 has slowly but surely wended its way through the wearisome toils of High School labors. The melodious tones of its bells is but an illustration of the musical ability possessed by our belles. The promptness with which it attends to its duties in¬ dicates one of the most noble qualities of our members. No word of grumbling at the numerous duties impos¬ ed upon it, is ever heard to pass its lips, another valuable trait of character which we possess. The beauty of our clock’s exterior has been comment¬ ed upon, but consider also the wealth of virtue which abounds in its heart; this is also but an example of the same quality of the donors. Its broad, open face shows clearly that a broad, expan¬ sive mind exists behind it, this, too, being verified by all the members of the class of ’05. The short hand plodding slowly and carefully on its way, indicates very clearly the disposition and habits of our lone gentleman member. The long hand, skipping blithely around, passing many times the more sedate, dig¬ nified hand, depicts only too accurately the disposition, not the stature, of our ‘’Little Virgie.” In a glance at the clock, T, in twelve’s place catches the eye. This, we wish you all to realize, stands for “trust.” The trust which our teachers have always had in us as a class. The letter following, H, indicates “hunger.” Our con¬ stant. hunger for knowledge. E, stands for just what it is, the grades we all get. C, certainly means “credit”—to the school. L, of course, stands for nothing else than “loss”— when we are gone. A, can only mean awe, that which the younger classes have for ’05. S, studious, we always were noted for that. The second S, indicates “sure,” our invariable reply to any request for work to be done. O, is the exclamation aroused by the thought of our wonderful class. F, the letter following, is devoted to advice to the low¬ er classes, it is: “Follow in our footsteps.” Finally, ’05 stands for the noblest, greatest class which ever wended its triumphant way thru High School. In short, “The donors of the clock, we’re it!”

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JUNIOR Y U A U BOOK, SENIORS. VIRGIE TABLES. HALL1E SELBY. LOLA VANE. JAY GARRETT. JESSIE GARRETT. STELLA DWYER. GEORGIA BENNETT.

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JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. 4 HISTORY OF THE FRESHMAN CLASS BY HAZEL THURBER. Last year after the stars began to shine, a great mark in our history was made by having the least number of tardy marks of any room in the school. Having had such a nice start, our stars shine brightly almost all the time. Knowing that we were soon to begin our career as High School students, our teacher gave us the best advice, which we have carried with us since that time, and found it a very great help. We are noted for our learning, and often surprise the Sopho¬ mores, Juniors, and even the Seniors, by our knowledge. We cannot boast of knowing everything, but one would think Gertrude Nelson a Senior. She has Latin so well learned that she can hardly refrain from speaking it in the Algebra class. To see Harry Ex¬ line’s drawings, and Mattie Stetson’s paintings, one would exclaim, “To what a wonderful class they must belong!” Lucile Paradis’ and Minnie Wilmot’s music is so thrilling that people listen with open mouths and wonder if the music is really made by them. Jamie Ryan is almost out of sight, but his wonderful orating has won him great popularity in other towns as well as Momence. With James Crosby, our philosopher; Margaret Nelson, our poet¬ ess; Frank Weaver, our athlete, and Josephine Tiffany, our violin¬ ist, and many other gifted members, the future has great things in store for us. Thinking of the many things we have accomplished in the past, what will we be when we are Seniors? After the first semester examinations the number of our class increased from thirty-five to forty-three. It is evident that some members of the eighth grade thought we were a pretty good look¬ ing crowd or they would not have joined our class. Our several orators are continually practicing, and sometimes find themselves orating in school time, on which occasions they visit Mr. Selby’s office, and find it to be a most excellent place for practicing such work. We have not accomplished all these things by wishing we could, but have devoted a great amount of time, thought, and real hard study. Now, some people think we are green, but we don’t wear our best clothes every day, or they would soon become quite common. CLASS HISTORY OR THE JUNIORS CLASS COLORS:—Purple and White. CLASS FLOWER:—Violets. CLASS MOTTO:—If you seek our monument look around you. YELL ' Join the Class of Naughty Six, If you would cross the River Styx. Of all the stars, the evening star is the brightest; so of all the classes, the class of ’08 outshines all others in brilliancy. Boasting has never been our plan, but the other classes cannot help but marvel at our greatness, and worship us from afar. In the present we are only recognized in our own community, but in the future the greatness of our mathematicians, elocution¬ ists, musicians, naturalists, and modern Caesars will be known throughout the world. In beauty, we rival Venus; in strength, Hercules; in persever¬ ance, Ares, and in invention, Hermes. Some persons say that thirteen is an unlucky number, but there are thirteen of us, and where can you find a more lucky class? Our teachers laugh at our wit, marvel at our knowledge, and become grave when we make mistakes, as ’tis seldom we are ever in error. “This is the noblest class of them all, All the classes save only they Did what they did for the sake of gaining credits. They only in a general honest thought And common good to all, Accepted them. Their life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in them, That nature might stand up And say to all the world, This is THE class.”