Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 90 of the 1906 volume:

Momence Press-Reporter Print. CENTRAL SCHOOL BUILDING. Vol. VI Momence, Illinois, High School 1906 ...EDITORIAL STAFF... Myrtle Crosby Nellie Loghry Hazel Broad - Jennie Pittman Lottie Hess Lucille Fish Harry Hoag Carrie Hanson Clennie Little John Bukowsky - Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Treasurer Editor on Alumni Editor on Athletics - Editor on Grinds Editor on Juvenile Department Assistant Editor on Juvenile Department BOARD OF EDUCATION PRESIDENT, W. L. CLAPSADLE. SECRETARY, J. P. CLEARY. MEMBERS, GEORGE S. CHATFIELD, ANDREW MELBY, L. J. TIFFANY, MRS. CHARLES HACK, MRS. W. IT. BENNETT. Agnes Barrett. Anna Hanson. Louise Guttery. Elizabeth Cleary. T. H. MacDonald. Angenette Crissey. TEACHERS. Gertrude Holmes. R. E. Selby (Supt.) Laura M. Chesney Mabel Jackson. Frank Garrett. Anna Wiltse. Sarah Hanson. Mabel Groves. Bertha Lamb. d ...FACDLTY OF MOMENCE CITY SCHOOLS... D R. E. SELBY SUPERINTENDENT 1 • |° tiIGH SCHOOL) Laura M. Chesney Principal T. H. MacDonald R. E. Selby Louise Guttery - Music CENTRAL BL’D’G Angenette Crissey - - - Room 7 Gertrude Holmes - - - Room 6 Agnes Barrett - - - Room 5 Bertha Bamb ----- Room 4 Elizabeth Cleary - Room 3 Sarah Hanson- - Room 2 Mabel Groves - Room 1 Louise Guttery - - - - Music LORfUNE BL ' D’G Frank W. Garrett - - - Principal Mabel Jackson - Room 3 Anna M. Hansom - Room 2 Anna Wiltse ----- Room 1 Louise Guttery - Music JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. Parody—“ The Physics Class.” (With Profuse Apologies to James Russell Lowell.) First Prize Parody by Hazel Broad. They began Physics in September, And busily all the year Have been filling their respective craniums With knowledge deep but dear. Every lad and every maiden, The poundal and erg can define ; And the poorest one in their class roll Thinks mechanics and machines just fine. From the far recesses of the Lab’tory Comes Harry’s muffled crow, For his ’speriment has turned out right And that suits him you know. I stood and w T atched from the doorway, The noiseless (?) work of the class; And the sudden flurries of Lottie If the wheel and axle went too fast. I thought of that spot in the corner Where the inclined plane still stood, How Myrtle and Hazel adjusted it gently So as not to spill out the load. Then up spoke William the Second, Saying, “0, shoot, this pulley won’t work; But William the First repaired it With a little pat and jerk. And then I looked toward Frankie Timing a pendulum’s beat, While Frank C. sat by neatly making A drawing in details complete. The merits of a hydraulic press To Carrie and Nina were shown By Irene and Nellie whose skill In rigging machines is well known. Then with eyes that looked toward the future, I asked as others have done, il What will the Laboratory look like When that bright class is gone ? ” “ Sunshine After Storm.” First Prize Poem by Hazel Broad. The clouds hang grey in the lowering sky, The cold March winds rush whistling by, And branches snap in the sighing wood, Roughly caressed by the tempest rude. The waves beat wildly upon the shore, In stifled rage the breakers roar, The cruel reefs are crowned in foam, In their dark caves the surges moan. But just as night like a sombre pall In mist-like darkness is wrapping all, The sun bursts forth in a flood of light, Stilling the tempest; then falls the night. 0, souls ’mid the tempest and sorrow of life, Who are tired of the conflict, tired of the strife, It comes like sweet sunshine at the end of the day “ God knoweth best, He will show thee thy way.’ JUNIOR “Senior Class History.” By Emma Pittman. Momence, Illinois. Dear Friend: In reply to your letter, relative to your entering the high school, I think the best way to inform you about this mat¬ ter is to refer you to the Senior Class of ’06. It is one of the most brilliant classes ever known in our high school. Its career has been excellent from start to finish. The members have at last reached the goal for which they have striven and are looked upon with awe by the other classes. The other classes have only to look upon our pleasant and smiling countenances to be inspired to hope for success. What wonder! All of us are descendants of noble an¬ cestors. For example, “Pat, the Irishman’s” ancestors are known to be the leading orators of Fourth-of-July celebrations in Ireland. Frank probably inherits his talent in this line from them. Next, “Olia, the Swede,” who claims relationship to Queen Christina,—but then, we have to take His word for that. Never-the-less in Will are shown all the characteristics of his race. We had a great time in tracing back the ancestors of our little Danish girl, Serina. Being so modest and shy, she would not tell us much about it, so we were compelled to go to other sources. It seems queer that she doesn’t inherit her ancestors’ quarrelsome spirit, but she is the BOOK. exception to the rule. Nina says that she is Scotch. It is possible that she is a descendant of the great poet, Robert Burns. We haven’t succeeded in finding out the nationality of the last two girls, Emma and Irene. One savs she is a descendant of “The Man in the Moon.” Probably that is why she so often goes moon gazing. The other claims that Hercules is her most famous ancestor. Thus, you see, it is not to be wondered at that such greatness is displayed by this class. W hen the class of ’06 entered High School it numbered twenty-one. Gradually members quit school or moved away until now only the faithful six remain; but then, you know, it is quality, not quantity, that counts. Their colors were chosen in the eighth grade and were well chosen,—purple, denoting Fidelity, and white, de¬ noting Purity. If you wish to obtain any further information about this brilliant class, whose members have such a future before them, or, if you wish me to go into detail about the High school, Please advise Miss Blank. JUNIOR History of the Junior Cla.� � . By Clennie Little, It is useless to tell of the brilliancy and success of our Junior class of 1906, the envy of all the other classes. Ever since our entry into High School we have been noted as a studious and successful class in all our under¬ takings. Many changes have taken place in our class; but we still remain at the top of the ladder; and, from this height, we look upon the other classes, who are striv¬ ing to attain to our greatness. In our Freshmen year we were modest and unassuming and chose pink and green as our colors; but since we have become Juniors, and the Freshmen seemed to think our colors belonged to them, we have changed them to maroon and blue. Our chief trait is “perseverance;” for if we don’t get what we try for the first time, we work until we do. In the Junior class are found the greatest stars in the school. Can any other class boast of such a songstress as Lottie Hess, whose voice rivals a bird’s in its sweetness? or such a musician as Jennie Pittman, who thrills the whole school with her beautiful music? And as for our cartoonist, Harry Hoag, even the teachers have not escaped representation in his cartoons. Whenever a ripple of laughter is heard throughout the school, the teachers at once attribute it to our comedian, Rex Vane. Our greatest sorrow is Frank Dufrain, who seems to be in BOOK. a despondent mood lately, and persists in drawing tomb¬ stones on the board, thus casting a dark shadow over the whole class. I have given only a fair sample of our brilliant class. If time and space permitted, I might fill pages with descrip¬ tions of our geniuses. Next year we shall be Seniors, and if you will just keep track of us, we shall show you what a Senior class ought to do. Sunday School Teacher—“ Who led the peop T e out of the land of Egypt ? ” (No one answers.) Sunday School Superintendent—“ What, don’t any one know ? That little boy in the corner tell me.” Little Boy (badly scared)—“ I dunno, ’twasn’t me, cause I just moved here last week from Missoury.” The hen scratched on the garden plot, Whence all but she had fled, For she was looking for the nests On which the onion—sets. Plnotos cirid Pen Pictures Frank Cleary. “Nowhere so bisy as he there was Ana yet he seemed bisyer than he was.” I bene Buckner. “She ' s bonnie, blooming, straight and tall.” Emma Pittman. “Whatever she did, was done with so much ease In her alone ’twas natural to please. Flo ye Brown. “A flash of her keen, dark eyes, forerunning the thunder.” Will Hanson. “His voice rang out like a trumpet.” Serin a Johnson. “Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuad¬ ing. Nina fish. “Here comes the lady, O, so light of foot.” Hazel Broad. “Eyes so transparent, that thru’ them one sees the soul.” Photos and Pen Pictures Mamie Halpin. “Around her she made an atmosphere of life.” Wile Durham. “The deed I intend is great. But what it is, yet I know not.” Carrie Hanson, “For God on thee abundantly, His gifts has also poured. Jennie Pittman. “She is pretty to walk with, and witty to talk with, and pleasant, too, to look on.” Myrtle Crosby. “Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit.” Frank DuFrain. “Listless, longing, hoping, fearing. Dreaming still of Minnie-hal-ha!” Lottie Hess. “Oh! She will sing the savageness out of the bear.” Nellie Loghry. “She spread around that silent spell, That made all spirits love her well.” Photos and Pen Pictures Harry Hoag. “Xo his eye there was but one beloved face on earth.” Meryl Boyd. ‘‘Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.” Clennie Little. ‘‘Courteous and fair, and full of meekness. ’ Clare Poster. “He had a voice whose sound was like the sea.” John Bukowsky. Three-fifths of him genius, and two-fif hs sheer fudge. Lucille Fish. “An unpretentious maiden, true and pure.” Marguerite Durham. “Softly her fingers wander o’er The yielding planks of ivory floor.” Rex Vane. “A city clerk, and gentle bred. Unused to labor hard.” F lnotos and Pen Pictures Frances Halpin. “Here’s to the girl who’s strictly in it, Who doesn’t lose her head for a minute.” Will Hayden. “Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.” Margaret Nelson. “She was as good as she was fair.” Mattie Stetson. “To doubt her fairness were to want an eye, To doubt her pureness were to want a heart.” Hazel Du Bridge. “She had a grace in being gay.” Jamie Ryan. “Moderately wise, should each one be, But not over wise.” Gertrude Nelson, “Nor bold, nor shy, nor short, nor tall, But a sweet new mingling of them all.” Margaret McMann. “Her ways are ways of pleasantness, Her paths are paths of peace.” Photos and Pen Pictures Hazel Thurber. “An open hearted maiden, pure and good. Howard Deliere. “As prone to mischief, as able to perform it.” Josephine Tiffany. “There’s rest for me and comfort free in the tone of my violin.” Frank Weaver. “I’m Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dogs bark.” Florence Smith. “O, we fell out, I know not why.” Elmer Deliere. “I’m not in the roll of common men.” Minnie Wilmot. “A rose bud set in little wilful thorns,” Axel Hanson. “He was as fresh as the month of May.” Plrotos and Pen Pictures Richard Nichols. “What a spendthrift he is of his tongue!” Nellie Hoag. Her stature tall, I hate a dumpy woman.” Jesse Wilson. “He hadde heer as yellow as wex. But smooth it hung; as doth a strike of flex.” Eunice Dickey, The shadowing lash, unveiled the dark eyes bright.” Will Tuttle. “Nature was here so lavish of her store, that she bestowed until she had no more.” Georgia Bigoness. “She talks steady by jerks.” Claude Adams. “He the merry, mischief-maker.” Lucille Sharpe. “An elegant scholar, having the graces of speech, and skill in the turning of phrases.” PHotoss and Pen Pictures Flossie Perry. “Love me little, love me long. Is the burden of my song.” Herbert VanSchoyck. “Big words do not smite like war clubs.” Anna Keeler. “Slowly and peacefully she wendeth her way along.” Gailard Hess. “He was the best of all musicians, When he played the village listened.” Mabel Pope joy. “When she will, she will, you may depend up- on’t; And when she won’t, she won’t, and ' there’slan end on’t.” Claude Dubridge. “No one would suppose it, but I am .’naturally bashful.” Margaret Conant. “Tall and slender, with hair all curled.” George Clark. “His eyes twinkled in his head aright. As do the stars on a frosty night.” Pay Crawford. Bessie Bennett. “Of manners gentle, of affections mild.’’ Ida Anderson. “One vast, substantial smile.” Willie Parish. “Would you listen to his boasting, Would you only give him credence.” Myrtle Cromwell. “Pair without, faithful within.” ‘Her fingers shame the ivory keys, they dance so light along.” Laura Little . “She would not with preemptory tone Assert the nose upon her face her own.” Ivan Crosbey. “We grant although he had much wit He was very shy of using it. ” Clara Burtt. “A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort and command.” Eme Porter: “What ' s in a name?” Aurora Hanson. “Winning - her way with extreme gentleness. Leyi Haslett. “Full big he was of brawn and eek of bones. Irma Allen. “Let her have-her way in everything.” George Niuhols. “He is wise who talks but little ” Mary Illum. “Thy soul was like a star and dwelt apart.” Arthur Giroux. “Calm and gentle, but gets there just the same.” Zelma Younglove. “Dancing, flirting, skimming along.” PFiotos and Pen Pictures Victor Johnsgn. “Deem me not faithless if all day. Among: my musty books I linger. Lillian Butterfield. “So wise, so young they say.” Everett Fountain. “Thou sayst an undisputed thing In such a solemn way.” Eva fish. “Friend of many. Foe of none.” Ralph Ralston. “His heart’s his mouth What his heart forges, that his tongue mcst vent.” Beulah Cremer. “A modest little creature bent on doing good.” Leon Selby. “Not to be laughed at and scorned because he is little of stature.” Eva Lilly. “She gave her tongue no moments rest.” PLiotos and Pea Pictures Clara Olson. “By diligence she wins her way.” Me rritt Garrett. “And of his part he is as meek as is a mayde.” Lizzie Dwyer. “I don’t care who he is just so he is a boy.” Niel Metcalf, “Beneath his cap lies schemes and deviltries.” Elsie Mills. “And when she smiled a light was on her face.” Bert Hayes. “One ear heard it, and at the other out it went.” Louise Astle. “She speaks, behaves and acts just as she ought.” Howard Bremmer. “He needs no eulogy, he speaks for himself.” RHotoss and Ren Pictures Clarence Brown. “He is wise who talks but little,” Harold Smith. “A student of old books and ways.” Robert Brown. “Out upon it I have loved Three whole days together; And I’m like to love three more. If it prove fair weather.” Grace Porter. “A modest maid from deestrick skule.” Irma Gordinier. “The mildest manner, and the gentlesbheart.” Thomas Cremer. “What should a man be but merry?” Lizzie Basford “And on hir heed an hat As broad as is a brokeler or a targe.” Carl Furnish. “I want that glib and oily art, to speak.” Clarence DuMontelle. “I’m little,” said Tobasco, “but I’m mighty all the same.’ JUNIOR YEAR BOOK Class Day Program Philomathian Hall, May 24, 1906 PART I PIANO DUET... ...........Miss Bigelow THEME—“PROMOTERS OF AMERICAN CIVILIZATION” Oration. ............“Benjamin Franklin” Irene Buckner Oration .........“Alexander Hamilton” Frank Cleary Oration .... “George Washington” Serina Johnson Oration ..... Abraham Lincoln” Nina Fish Oration .........“William McKinley” Will Hanson Oration...._.. “Frances E. Willard Emma Pittman PIANO SOLO___ Bessie Bennett PART II PLAY—“MA’S NEW BOARDERS” characters Prof. Alto Tether.........Will Hayden Signor Basso Profundo-------Will Hanson Monsieur Tenor!...... ...Frank Cleary Caspar Sleepyhead.......Harry Hoag Mrs. Holdtight............Nina Fish Jessie..-.--.... Serina Johnson Clementina Soprano.......... Irene Buckner Bessie Newsinger-------Emma Pittman Commencement Program Friday Evening, May 25, Q. P. M. 1. INVOCATION........REV. GEORGE MOORE 2. MUSIC............ “The Damascus Chorus” High School Glee Clubs 3. VIOLIN SOLO..__Charles Dancla’s 3d Air with Variations Miss Josephine Tiffany 4. VOCAL SOLO.......Selected Miss Lottie Hess 5. COMMENCEMENT ADDRESS....... .. . .Dr. James McLarren, Preacher, Author, Lecturer G. VOCAL SOLO__“My Heart at Thy Sweet Voice” Miss Louise J. Guttery 7. PRESENTATION OF CEASS MEMORIAL____ ____...Mu. Frank Cleary, Pres, of Senior Class 8. ACCEPTANCE OF CLASS MEMORIAL----- ____...Mr, Frank DuFratn. Pres, of Junior Class 9. MUSIC....-__“Hey-Ho for Merry June” High School Girl’s Glee Ct ub 10. PRESENTATION OF DIPLOMAS--- ____.Mr, P. J. Cleary, Sec. Board of Education 11. MUSIC......“The Buglers’ Music High School Boys’ Glee Club JUNIOR Speech Presenting Class Memorial [By President of Senior Class, Frank Cleary.] The index of learning which is to stand as a lasting memorial of the class of 1906, is a true model of its giv¬ ers. Shining with a lustre most radiant it is, as it were, a facsimile of the brilliance rising from its most honor¬ able bestowers. The rays from its inner, as well as from its outer appearance, are the source of much attraction, which seems to be so marked that in some cases its mag¬ netic rays attract two objects almost at the same moment. Surely there must be something very attractive about this cabinet. It is, as it were, a great book wherein is found the key by which knowledge is opened to the mind. Could a more fitting memorial than this be selected? It is yet to be surpassed. What would the library be without it? In fact, what is any book without its index? It is impos¬ sible to foretell the fate of our library, without its presence. With its coming a new start is given to the library, and as massive structures require firm foundations, this index is well fitted to fulfill its purpose. In future years, when the library has reached the point which requires a new structure for its countless volumes, its fame may be well traced back to the ever increasing importance of the index cabinet. Thus it well fulfills our class motto: “If you seek our monument, look around you.” BOOK. ITcisse Ball The Momence High School Base Ball Team was de¬ feated by the Kankakee High School Team in a ten-inning game Saturday, May 12. The game was the first of the season and it was played at Momence. It was an inter¬ esting game from start to finish. Kankakee scored two runs on errors in the first inning and another run later on. Momence only got one score during the first part of the game, but in the seventh inning Momence got three runs, making the score four to three in favor of Momence. In the ninth inning Kankakee tied the score and in the tenth inning won the game by scoring a run, making the result five to four in Kankakee’s favor. The fact that the Momence team had new uniforms did not hinder them from playing a good game. The small crowd attending the game, and the errors were partly accounted for by the strong, irritating wind, southwestward, that blew all day Saturday. The batteries were: Pottenger and Smith for Kanka¬ kee; DuFrain and Bukowski for Momence. F. D., ’07. JUNIOR Oratorical Contest. By Lottie Hess. The Sixth Annual Oratorical Contest of the Momence High School was held in the Methodist church, Thursday evening, April 19. The church was filled to its utmost capacity, several coming from Kankakee and St. Anne. The evening program was opened with a song by the High School Glee Clubs, after which the orators, five in number, took their places on the platform and each in turn delivered his oration. They showed deep thought and careful preparation. After much deliberation and close marking, the judges decided that Contestant No. 3 should be the holder of the cup for the coming year. There were three tied for second place. The Girls’ Glee Club then sang a selection, after which the nine declaimers took their places on the stage. Never before in the history of the Momence High School were there so many contestants. This shows an increased in¬ terest in these annual contests. Each of the declaimers held the audience with such intense interest that none no¬ ticed the lateness of the hour. After a song by the Glee Clubs, came the decision of the judges which they found very difficult to make as the markings were so close. Contestant No. 6 was decided on as first, with No. 3 second. The program was as follows: BOOK Music by the High School Glee Clubs from 7 to 7,30 p. m. ORATIONS. 1. “War, a Factor in Our Civilization,”_Irene Buckner 2. “A Misjudged Patriot,”___Serina Johnson 3. “Hypatia,”_Clennie Little 4. “Columbia’s Bravest Knight,”__Frank Cleary 5. “Benefits of Athletics,”_____Harry Hoag Music—Girls’ Glee Club. DECLAMATIONS. 1 . 2 . 3. 4. 5. 6 . 7. 8 . 9. “Midnight in London,”_ “Ursus and Auroclis,”_ “The Victor of Marengo,”_ “The Deathbed of Benedict Arnold,”. Music—High School Boys’ Glee Club, “Grandeur of Nations,”_ “Tobe’s Monument,”_ “Lasca,”_ “Conner,”__ “The Bible Legend of Wissahikon,”.. Music—Glee Clubs. Decision of Judges. _Carrie Hanson .Minnie Wilmot _Leon Selby _Will Parish _Lucille Sharpe Margaret Nelson ...Lenore Halpin _Nellie Loghry __Hazel Dubridge JUNIOR Local AtHletic IVleet of WL. H. April 24 was the date set for the local Athletic Meet of the Momence High School. The Blacks and Yellows were to be matched against each other, but in a different way than before. This time strength, skill, and endur¬ ance were to be tested in the events scheduled. Will Durham was chosen leader of the Yellows and Richard Nichols of the Blacks. On Tuesday, the day of the meet, enthusiasm waxed strong and colors were flying from nearly every one. In fact, a large black rag was floating from the flag pole, being placed there by an enthusiastic eighth grader. Nichols surprised himself in the high jump and it was hard for Will Durham to believe that he made 18 ft. 1 in. in the running broad. The wea ther being fine, the events went off smoothly and some promising records were made. On account of the events being so long, a part of the contest was post¬ poned until the next night. The first night the score went in favor of the Yellows, but when the meet was finished the next night, the Blacks were victors by three points. Harry Hoag, Editor on Athletics. BOOK. Acceptance Speech. “Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward thru life they go; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees its close; Something attempted, something done, They earned a night’s repose.” This class, on being freed from the eares of this school, now wish to express their esteem and regards to the school by the generous gift of this “Index Cabinet.’’ As was the case last year, the memorial of the class has re¬ ceived a nickname fro m some of the witty pupils. Last year, when the electric clock, which has been a great im¬ provement in the High School, was presented, it received the name of the “Baking Powder Clock.” But now that name is nearly forgotten. In the same way the Index Cabinet has already been called the “Medicine Cabinet.” To me it is a source of great pleasure to be made the mouthpiece of the school on this occasion. In the name of the Momence High School, I accept this serviceable present of the class of ’06. Frank DuFraine. Student, reading Virgil.—“Three times I strove to cast my arms about her neck, and—that’s as far as I got, pro¬ fessor.” Prof.—“Well, Mr. Blank, I think that was quite far enough.” ORATORICAL AND DECLAMATORY CONTESTANTS. Serina Johnson. Minnie Wilmot.. Harry Hoag. Lucile Shame. Frank Cleary. Irene Buekner. Glennie Little. Margaret Nelson Hazel Dubriige Nellie Loghry.. Lenoire Ha in.. Will Paj ' Lsn,. Leon Selby. Carrie Hanson. JUNIOR History of the Class of ’08. By Bessie bennett. The Class of ’08 has always been noted for its numbers and its great intelligence, from the primary up. When we entered the High School there were twenty-six who came from the eighth grade, while four seemed to think it was a pretty good class and joined it as Freshmen. Of that number eighteen are now Sophomores while seven others have been picked up by the wayside. I am sure all of these feel proud to belong to the class. It is very probable that we shall be the largest class to graduate thus far in the history of the High School. In our Freshmen year we were thought, by some of our teachers, to be a very well-behaved class, while others seemed to think exactly the opposite. A few of our number were very fond of visiting the Superintendent’s office last year, and probably that is the reason we are all so good this year. I think all of our teachers will agree that the Sophomores are a model class. Our great intel¬ lectual ability is shown by the fact that, last semester, we won the English History contest with the Juniors and Seniors. We have some very noted members in our class. Any¬ one who has attended the High School entertainments will acknowledge the fact that we have a wonderful vio¬ linist, Josephine Tiffany. One of our athletic members, Will Tuttle, is noted for his size as well as his foot-ball BOOK. playing. Margaret Nelson and Margaret McMann, our star elocutionists, will surprise the world, some day, with their eloquence; while Jamie Ryan is unsurpassed even by Kankakee. We are much loved by all our teachers, Jesse Wilson being a special favorite. If it wasn’t for Will Hayden’s sunny smile, the North room would be a rather gloomy place. We have many other “stars” besides those already mentioned. Taken as a whole it would be hard to find a better class than that of ’08. When Mike wanted to be naturalized and the judge asked : “ Have you read the Constitution of the United States ? ’’ “ No, sor,” answered Mike. “ Have you ever read the Declaration of Independ¬ ence ? ” “ No, sor,’’ answered Mike. “ Well,” asked the judge, angrily, “ what have you read ? ” Mike scratched his head and then answered : “ I have red hairs on the back of me nick, sor.” JUNIOR History of tine Freshmen Class. By Anna Keener. “Strange things, we know, will happen,— Strange things the Lord permits; Strangest of all things is that I should be called on To write the history of the Freshmen of 1906.” We entered the High School, September 4, 1905, and began our studious careers as Freshmen. We were full of hope, and ambitious to break all previous records, and leave behind us foot-prints, which would take a class with a very good-sized understanding to duplicate. In fact we were not only studious pupils but we were so high-spirited and full of animal life that we have already, during our short reign, Obliged one good teacher to resign, And seek a more congenial clime. Another from the city came, But, ere two weeks had passed, She, too, said farewell to one and all Of the brilliant Freshman Class. At last we were obliged to subdue our high spirits and get down to hard work, under the careful training of our present “wielder of the birch”, from the far-famed break¬ fast-food regions of Michigan. Although our paths were beset with many difficulties, we have diligently sought to master them. Many the struggles we have had with Ancient History and Latin; but we were not to be discouraged by such trifles. In BOOK. spite of all our trials and tribulations, our lives, as Fresh¬ men have been very happy; and we leave you to look, watch and wait to hear even greater things from us when we become Sophomores. An Irishman just got off a steamer and wanted to reg¬ ister, but could not write. So an officer said that he would do the writing for him. “ What is your name ? ” asked the officer. Pat said something very low. “ Louder,” said the officer. Again Pat repeated his name very softly. “Louder,” said the officer. “ Why, man, your voice is as soft as a lady’s ’ “ That moight be,” yelled Pat, “ me mither was a lady.” Said Henry Ward Beecher to the hen : “ You are such a beautiful creature.” The hen just lor that laid an egg in his hat, thus did the Hen re-Ward Beecher. HIGH SCHOOL TRACK TEAM JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. The teachers and pupils of the High School hereby de¬ sire to express their thanks to Father Labrie for the Sci¬ entific American and Literary Digest during the present year; to Mrs. Will Hoag for McClure’s Magazine; and to the W. C. T. U. for the picture of Miss Willard and the books telling ot her life. Ff The Year Book Staff wish to express their gratitude to those whose generosity made possible the cash prizes awarded in the Year Book Contest. Momence High School Graduates who are Attending Higher Institutions of Learning. University of Illinois. Frank Vanlnwagen, - - ’04 Carrie Clarke, - - ’04 Clyde Parmely, - - ’04 Edward Porter, - - ’00 University of Chicago. Blendena Miller, - ’03 Georgia Bennett, - - ’05 Illinois State Normal University. Hallie Selby, ’05 University of Notre Dame. Edward Cleary, - - - ’04 St. Viateur’s College. Will Cleary, - ’98 Waterman -Hail. Virginia Tabler, - - ’05 DePauw University. Anna Templeton, ... ’04 Indiana State Normal School. George Porter, - ’01 Ezra Porter, - ’02 Northwestern University. Grace M. Seaman, ’02 JUNIOR County Oratorical Contest. The annual oratorical contest of the county was held at the assembly room of the Kankakee High School building May 4, 1906. A large crowd was present from the neighboring towns, Momence, especially, being well represented. Our boys met with defeat at the track meet with an undaunted spirit, as was shown by the yells given in the evening. The first number on the program was a solo by Miss Carmichael, of Kankakee, followed with a prayer by Rev. B. B. Evans. Then came the orations. A larger number of schools than ever before were represented. The first prize, a gold medal, was awarded to Perry Day, of Kanka- kee. His subject was “The Pendulum of Progress.” It was a very good oration and was spoken in a way that showed talent as an orator. The second prize was awarded to Harry Whittum, of Herscher. The Momence contestant, Miss Clennie Little, had a fine oration on “Hypatia” and she delivered it in a pleasing and eloquent manner. After the “ Bill of Fare” given by the St. Anne High School Girls’ Glee Club, the declamatory contest begun. The declaimers spoke well, and it was a close decision between three. But finally the first prize a gold medal was given to Bernice DuMontelle, of St. Anne, who gave a selection on the “Ruggles Family,” The second prize was awarded to Miss Margaret Nelson, of Momence, who gave a pathetic selection entitled “Tobe’s Monument.” BOOK. It was spoken in a manner that showed her ability as a speaker. Momence was proud of her contestants, and, although defeated, will spur itself on in the hope of better results next year. The VetluLe of an Education Dig tired in Dollars and Cents. Boys who get tired of going to school should read the following, written by Superintendent Adams, of Fayette (Ohio) College: “The average educated man gets a salary of $ 1,000 per year. He works forty years, making a total of $40,000 in a lifetime. The average day laborer gets $1.50 per day, 300 days in the year, or $450 in a year. In forty years he earns $18,000. The difference, or $22,000, equals the value of an education. To acquire this earning capacity requires twelve years at school of 180 days each, or 2,160 days. Divide $22,000, the value of an education, by 2,160, number of days required in getting it, we find that each day at school is worth a little more than $10 to a pupil. Can’t afford to miss school, can we.—School Topics. i OJtAAAsYvy First Prize Cartoon, by Rex Vane JUNIOR Recollections of an Old Settler. By A, S. Vail. Momence is, today, a thriving little city of about three thousand inhabitants, but I can remember very clearly the time when but a few tiny houses clustered about the bend in the Kankakee. Now when the interests of the city seem to be broadening so rapidly, I enjoy very much to look back upon those times and call to mind a few of the happenings, which, taken altogether, form the varied but interesting history of our home town. Many years ago, I met an old man who had been a fur trader through this part of the country at the time of the Revolution. He told me, among other things, about a strange incident which happened among the Indians once while he was traveling through this part of the country. It seems that the chief of one tribe had killed a warrior in another. This caused hard feelings and on the day which he was telling about, the now hostile bands had de¬ cided to fight it out. Armed with bows, clubs, and vari¬ ous other weapons, they met on the prairie near where I now reside. One company of braves was drawn up in a straight line opposite the other, and as they were in a mood for fighting it looked as if a bloody battle would en¬ sue with the possible result of the annihilation of all. In the space between the two ranks of Indians stood their respective chiefs talking earnestly together and walking up and down the lines parleying with each other and their tribesmen. At last the two turned back to back and step¬ BOOK. ping off for thirty paces, each suddenly turned about, sim¬ ultaneously, giving their respective war whoops. At that instant the chief guilty of the crime threw up his hands and the other buried an avenging knife in the heart of his warrior’s murderer. Thus the latter gave his life for those of his tribe, because if the two opposing parties had fought many would have been killed. This shows the noble spirit of the Indians who roved these prairies in those almost forgotten years when no white man but the fur trader was seen from one moon to another. I came here in the November of 1836. Soon after, the few settlers gathered together and decided to call the lit¬ tle town Loraine, but a few years later the name was changed to Momence. The Indian name from which it was supposed to be taken was, however, Moness. At that time for sixteen miles north of the river on the Range line there was not even any bushes, only burnt praire. Our nearest neighbors were fifty miles away at Chicago. I was the first postmaster and aiso built the first frame school house in Kankakee county. My sister-in-law, Loraine Beebe, was the teacher It then cost twenty-five cents to send a letter from the East, and two cents for a newspaper. The chief of the Pottawatomie Indians, White Pigeon, had his wigwam then a few miles up the river. When told that his excessive use of “fire-water” grieved the Great Spirit, he promptly replied in an earnest manner: “White man no ma ke um, Indian no drink um.” One of the habits of a few of the settlers is shown by JUNIOR this little incident One of the school boys in the process of learning his alphabet had great difficulty in remember¬ ing the letter “t.” To suggest it to him his teacher said, “What do you drink every morning for breakfast?” The litttle fellow promptly replied, “I takes a dram.” As far as can be ascertained, the first Fourth of July celebration in this state was held here in 1837. Everyone came for miles around, even from Chicago, and in all a company of about sixty-one assembled. The orator was a man visiting here from the state of Vermont. Another number on the program was the rendition of “Brutus and Cassius” by Newel Beebe and Charles Thatcher. This af¬ fected the audience strongly, many of them being con¬ vinced it was meant in real earnest. About forty years ago a company of men while hunting bees in the sand-ridges south of town, discovered three men making counterfeit silver money in a small shanty in the midst of a poplar grove. The next morning the bee chasers came back to arrest them, but the shack was burned and the men had disappeared. Although it was not known at that time, the counterfeiters were supplied with food by a neighboring farmer of the name of Van Rankins, and these supplies were carried back and forth by the latter’s hired man. Soon after this a man and boy while going overland from the south to Chicago, took dinner with Van Rankins. The farmer admired the traveler’s silver- mount ed rifle very much but did not wish to pay the thirty dol¬ lars that was asked for it. But after the man had left, BOOK. Van Rankins sent his hired man after the rifle with the re¬ quired price in bills. But when this money was examined, it was found to be ail counterfeit. The proper authorities were notified and the guilty parties were caught and brought to town. Then the hired man turned state’s evi¬ dence and revealed that the counterfeiters who had been seen at work before were now on an island in Beaver Lake. A party at once went there and seized and brought them to Momence. As they had been engaged in this unlawful business in the state of Indiana, they were taken there, tried, found guilty and put in jail. Since that time the island in Beaver Lake has been known as Bogus Island. These are but a few of the connecting links in the his¬ tory of Momence which I have been fortunate enough to see forged, but space forbids that I should write further. MOMENCE STATE SAVINGS BANK, (Erected 1905.) JUNIOR Circus Maximus. By Will Durham. The show given by the High School, with the help of the grades, March 24, was a great success. It was given for the purpose of purchasing base ball suits for the boys. It netted about $89.00, $15.00 of which was distributed to the grades. The show was preceded by a parade at 12 o’clock. It was certainly a great parade. In front were Weaver’s Submarine Band, and a number of riders on horseback. Parish and Deliere of the latter troupe, caused much ex¬ citement by the splendid style in which they managed their fiery steeds (mules). P ' ollowing the band was a mis¬ cellaneous group of celebrities, Apache Indians, Negro Cake Walkers, Gypsies who told fortunes, etc. F. Du- Frain, late of the Chicago police force, preserved excel¬ lent (?) order. The parade distinguished itself by sepa¬ rating, the band and cake walkers going one way, the mules another, and the troupe of horseback riders rode around aimlessly. The show was arranged in the form of a Pike. You had a chance to see the sideshows, then you could witness the main show. A matinee was given in the afternoon for the benefit of the school children. Upon entering the door of the school building, patrons were greeted by the yells of the barkers who drove them into their shows by their eloquence. Many went into the shows to escape the din made by these orators. BOOK. The first sideshow was in Miss Lamb’s room and was certainly unique. The room was filled with wigwams and various other Indian articles, the only things lacking to remind the visitor this was not a real Indian village were the fires. Many a visitor had his fortune told by one of the squaws, some bought Indian articles, heard the Indians sing and then fled for their lives when one of the braves in the war dance started to take their scalps. To relieve the nervous tension, some next went into Miss Barrett’s room. In one corner was a curtain which, when drawn back, brought to view some of the world’s most famous celebrities in the form of freaks. First there was Tom Thumb and his wife, then the woman with the remarkable growth of hair, next Miss Bosceetus the snake charmer, the tall man from Canadaw, Felix Bliss Kirby the fat boy, and finally the Gold Dust twins as they scrubbed the floor whiter than a boy’s face on the first day of school. Of course everyone visited Miss Holmes’ room to see the negro singers and cake walkers. The negro lullabys, plantation songs and solos reminded him of a scene in the sunny South. The cake walkers, aided by the band of John Sousa Lafavee, whose time was one of the remarka¬ ble features of this performance. After the cake walk, J. S. Lafavee, an elegant darkey, presented to the winners a cake. On the next floor above many stopped to get their for¬ tunes told, and one learned that he is to be married five times; on his return he doubtless finds that he is like the JUNIOR tender young maid of South Dakota who said she had been married four times . Since he does not understand fortune telling, small trifles like this make no difference to him. On the floor above ail were greeted with the beseeching wail of the barker, as they entered the tent (the labora¬ tory) to find many different attractions. Prof. W. R. Nichols, the famous dog trainer, was entertaining an in¬ terested audience with his dog, whose tricks (the dog’s) are first-class. They then saw the world renowned’glass eater, VanSqueek, attempt to devour a few marbles and panes of glass. But as his gums were rather sore he con tented himself by eating rock candy. Those who entered the Hereafter and returned with blanched faces and chat¬ tering teeth, did not call up any pleasant pictures of the future. The back of Philomathean Hall was curtained off, and visitors entered in time to see the work of the acrobats under the leadership of Prof. Lorenzo Monenzo. The work of the clowns and acrobats was startling. Indeed after the show the performers received offers from Bar- num, Prof Reno and the White Spear Remedy Company. Some pilgrims betook themselves to the candy stand and here found themselves too late to buy any candy or popcorn balls, which owing to their delicious flavor, were disposed of in a very short time. The orchestra was now playing a beautiful selection and the main show began. Good music was rendered, BOOK. Piano solos which were excellent, by the quartette who surpass the nightingales, by the High School Glee Club whose well rendered selections are greatly enjoyed, and finally by the orchestra whose playing was one of the feat¬ ures of the main show. One excellent feature of the program was the wax fig¬ ures of Madam Jarley. The visitor laughed at the tramp, felt a wonderful interest in nature when they saw Maud Muller raking hay, forgot to breathe when they tried to execute a wretched woman and cut off her wig, who after looking around to see that no one is watching wiped his eyes when the babes in the woods die, and on account of the sad tale of Romeo and Juliet. Madam Jarley with her clear explanations held the audience interested in these figures. Considering that these dummies had but a week’s training, their instructor must have given untiring energy in the production of these works of art. Four High School boys next appeared and sprang a few petrified jokes. Following this they enacted a bur¬ lesque on the meat trust in which poor Spot, the dog, was changed into sausage. Next the hearts of the audience beat with fond recollections as a part ot the song “Old Oaken Bucket” was acted. This was followed by the “Dream of Youth.” This rep¬ resented the reverie of a man dreaming of old sweethearts. As he sat in the dim twilight he heard strains of beautiful music, and in fancy, visions of former sweethearts appear before his half closed eyes. This scene was one of the JUNIOR most striking of the evening. When the boys make appearance in their new base ball suits this year, they will think of those who so willingly assisted them to earn them. In the gratitude of their hearts they will doubtless furnish season tickets to all who made the show a success. Tramp—-“Can’t you give a poor man something to eat? I was shot in the war and can’t work.” Woman—“Where was you shot?” Tramp—“In the spinal column.” Woman—“Go ’way! There was no such battle.” I m the champion long distance cornet player. I en¬ tered a contest once and played “Annie Laurie.” Did you win? No, my opponent played Sousa’s “Stars and Stripes Forever.” When I was eating my dinner today, the butter ran. That’s nothing. I was up town last night and saw a cake walk. BOOK. Year Book: Contest and Banquet. By Flo ye Brown. The Year Book contest began on February 12th, and closed February 26th. The school had previously been divided into two sec¬ tions with Will Durham as leader of the “Yellows” and Harry Hoag of the “Blacks.” The first report was in favor of the “Blacks,” 44 to 91, and for seven following mornings the “Blacks” were still ahead. That they felt sure of victory is shown by the fact that the captain of the “Blacks” went hunting while the members of his side spent their time in wondering what kind of a banquet the “Yellows” were going to give. But the “Yellows” were not to be so easily beaten. While there was time there was hope, and so they acted accord¬ ingly. When the last report was given the “Yellows” had sold 320 copies of the Year Book, and the “Blacks” 256. So, on March 10, it was the “Blacks” who gave the ban¬ quet, and not the “Yellows.” The Philomathean Hall was used for the games and an entertainment given by the losing side. In this program Weaver’s Band was the principal feature. After the program a two course lunch was served. The crowd then adjourned at an early hour, tired but happy. Classifications. First Prize, Frank Weaver. Second Prize, Will Hanson. flame. flickname. Disposition. Occupation. Pet Phrase. Favorite Song. Summary. Richard Nichols Dick Well oiled Making eyes My goodness In the Shade of the old Apple Tree All right Levi Haslett Stork Fair Strolling Well, humph Irish Washerwoman Tip top Irene Buckner Lengthy Fickle Shutting windows O, dear Kentucky Babe Will pass John Bukowski Democrat Changeable Making faces You’re crazy Rosie O’Grady Fair Nellie Loghry Nell Sweet Gasing O, fudge Country Fair About right u Margaret Nelson Marge Quick tempered Studying for the contest O, yes Goin’ a Mayin’ She’ll do Gailard Hess Hessie Mild Practicing a cornet Say kido Blue Bell Great Mabel Popejoy Pope Explosive Singing I guess not When the Autumn Leaves Fall A success Clarence DuMontelle Chick Smooth Driving delivery wagon Don’t get huffy Capt. Jinks Cute Hazel Broad Goody Angelic Studying Physics O, dear Nearer My God to Thee E plus Miss Chesney Independent Studying the stars Now what My heart’s in the Highland Captivating Harry Hoag Hog Fast and furious Practicing feats Aw Old Oaken Bucket Swell Rex Vane Galoot Slow Clerking That’s right Starry Night for a Ramble Quite nice Beatrice Barsalou Bee Gentle Playing piano O, goodness In Peace and Union Fine Lenore Halpin Spec Lightning Talking Ump Lights of Home G plus Will Tuttle Butler Good natured Playing football Say Tune the old Cow Died on Bully Will Parish Texas Peaceful Laughing Aw, don’t Mary had a Little Lamb About it Will Hayden Bill Fitful Making dates Skinny give me a chaw America Charming Arthur Giroux Geruks Calm Being good Honest Good Old Summer Time Great Nina Fish Roy Harmless Giggling O, I don’t know Sing a Song of Six “Pence” Do for a Cook K. E. SELBY, Superintendent “TTIie Masterpiece.” JUNIOR First Prize Story.—By Nellie Loghrey. In the great cities, where men’s lives are too busy to pay any attention to the common occurrences of life, there happens, daily, any number of little episodes, which, if they could be told in print, would supply the world with reading, some bright and beautiful, some grave and sad. Our hero appears in Berlin, about five o’clock in the afternoon of a hazy September day, looking anxiously up and down the broad avenues and lingering around the city until about eight o’clock in the evening. Why should anyone notice this man? He was not at¬ tractive in his old grey coat and slouched hat. His step was uncertain and yet there was something in those soft, grey eyes that showed more than poverty and ignorance, something in that honest face that showed power, even genius. And then when darkness had settled on the city, as if seized by a sudden impulse, he turned down one of the narrower streets with a determined step. He met crowds of people going to some place of amusement, perhaps, but he was unconscious of all that happened. Seemingly he had some object in view, and that he could not reach too quickly. On and on he went until he came to a row of brightly illnminated houses. Evidently he knew the place for he sought out one of these, walked quickly across the lawn and concealed himself near one of the large windows BOOK. where he could see all that happened within. Alas! how sad are some of the changes in life. Seven years ago Hans Bede had known the joys and comfort of a bright, happy home. Had he but had ambition, his genius would have brought him riches, but he was shiftless, he made frequent attempts at painting and art but never accomplished anything. His family was suffering as a re¬ sult and when sickness came, Amy, his lovely wife, lost confidence in him and misery entered his life. “Ah, some day I vill paint a masterpiece,” he would say, but that day never came and Amy ceased to hope for it. She sent Hans away and supported her little family alone until her father took her back to live with him. And as Hans stood be¬ neath that father’s window, all the memories of the past came to him. He had been a heartless, indolent husband and father. He had neglected all that was most dear to him in life, but now, stung with shame and pride, a new determination filled his soul. Who was that beautiful child standing by the tall, gilded harp with the old man? Ah, he knew too well. It was his own little daughter whom he had left so long ago. And the old man was, undoubtedly, her grandfather and he was teaching her to play. What a beautiful picture it was. Hans was impressed with its lovliness. He was inspired. Could not that be his masterpiece? Yes, he was deter¬ mined it should. And thus he stood, forgetful of every¬ thing, until someone siezed him roughly by the shoulder and in a coarse voice, said, “So you’re the one who has JUNIOR been doing all this mischief, are you? All right, come along with me.” Before Hans could realize it, he had handcuffs on and was being led away. He could not un¬ derstand it. Why were they so hasty? What had he done? It was easily explained. Two nights before this, that house had been broken into and Amy’s father had been robbed. Since then a special officer had been hired to guard the place and Hans fell his victim. Charged with this crime he tried hard to prove his innocence, but all in vain. Evidence was against him and he was sent to prison. What could come out of this condition but despair ? What had there ever been in life for him since Amy ceased to care for him ? How much less was there in prison ? And then his face brightened. He remembered his resolution. Once more the inspiration came to him, once more the determination seized him. He would paint the masterpiece. After much pleading, he was supplied with the neces¬ sary material and he set to work with a zeal he had never known before. Day after day he labored in his dark cell. Night after night he studied and pondered over each point and line until the picture was finished. Then he sent it to the art critics and two days later there appeared in the daily papers of that city an account of a wonderful painting which had been completed by an unknown man in prison and which had been placed in the great art gallery of that city. BOOK. It aroused much attention and curiosity. Crowds of people went to see that picture and among them was Amy. As soon as she saw it she recognized her own child and her own father and she knew who the artist was. No longer does Hans roam from city to city in pov¬ erty, no longer does he know the destitution of the prison with its rigid iron bars and dark cells, for he lives in a bright home where Amy and his little daughter are, and where, not long ago, he stood without and received that grand inspiration for his masterpiece. A man who was bow-legged was drying himself by a fire, when a small boy came in. The boy, noticing the man’s legs, cried out : “ Look out, mister, you’re warp- ing.” “ Mamma, do they go camping in hades ? “ Why, no. What made you think so ? ” “The Sunday school teacher said the heat was in¬ tense.” PHYSICS LABORATORY JUNIOR The Study of Physics. By T. H. MacDonald. The existence of every civilized man of the twentieth century is, more or less, vitally dependent on the great motor powers of nature. If one is to be truly educated then, it would seem that a knowledge of the conditions on which his very existence depends must be essential. In this age of steam, steel, and electricity, the sciences are rapidly driving the dead languages from their former important positions in college and high school curricu lums. This is as it should be, from the standpoint of practicality, at least. In spite of the ever increasing value of a knowledge of science, whether or not all pupils shall be required to take up the study of physics, is one of the vexed questions of the educational world today. The difficulty of making the subject interesting to all types of minds is responsible for this. To some students, the mastery of the principles of nature’s laws presents an almost insurmountable ob¬ stacle, study as hard as they may, even though they be excellent in other courses. If the subject is “required”, this class of students acts as dead weight on the progres¬ sive element of their fellows and exhausts the instructor’s powers of elucidation seemingly to no purpose. No pupil, however, can fail to get, from such a course, a gen¬ eral idea of the important principles, even though he should fail to acquire any considerable analytical know- BOOK. slight and superficial as it may, in view of the constant demands made on such knowledge, it cannot fail to be of comparatively great importance. The injustice of holding those pupils, whose mathemat¬ ical bent makes progress less difficult, is obvious; and, in a large number of schools, the course has been made elective for this very good reason. The importance of some knowledge of the subject, however, we cannot escape, in this mechanical age. And the logical solution of the problem seems to be the offering of two courses in physics, either of which shall be required. One should be a short, general and very elementary course, covering the principles of more common application, having the longer laboratory course optional. This suggestion is given with an appreciation of the difficulties that would be encountered in preparing a sat¬ isfactory text book for the shorter course, and of the fact that already the teaching forces are inadequate to the present overcrowded condition of high school curriculums. Mike—“ Say, Pat, why are you paint ing so fast ? ” Pat—“ Begorra ! I want to get the barn painted before the paint runs out.” JUNIOR Department of History. By Mabel Groves. In History the Momence High School offers a very comprehensive three-year course. During the first year of the course the student’s atten¬ tion is directed, chiefly, to the periods of Ancient Greece and Rome. The last ten weeks of this year are devoted to the study of the rise and progress of modern Euro¬ pean nations. The second year begins the study of English history. Eighteen weeks, (first semester), are given to the consid¬ eration of this department and furnish a fine foundation for future investigations along the line of American his¬ tory. This study begins with the second semester of the second year. Our Historical Library has, within the present year, been much enriched by the addition of numerous reference works not usually found outside a university library. Reprints of original documents, cop¬ ies of letters actually written by the fathers and founders of our nation, mean something more than mere state¬ ments of facts. A student, who has access to such ma¬ terial and is under the direction of a live teacher, will never find history a dull subject. The third year of the course finishes American History and furnishes an eighteen-weeks’ course in civics. BOOK. A Year’s Improvement in Momence. By Carrie Hanson. Momence has a population of about 3,000 and seems to be entering upon a period of what promises to be a great business and commercial growth; or, to use a more familiar term, Momence is on the “boom”. It is a town which is destined to become quite a rail¬ road center. Traversing it now are the Chicago East¬ ern Illinois, the Coal Branch, the Indiana, Illinois Iowa, the Chicago Southern, and the Illinois, Iowa Minne¬ sota railroads. The Illinois, Iowa Minnesota Railway has recently completed its line from the north-west to Momence, and the Chicago Southern, also a new rail¬ road, passes through the eastern end of the county, from north to south, crossing the river about three miles above Momence. Inspired by the impetus given by the railroad building, the business men of Momence have begun an earnest en¬ deavor to secure the location ot factories; and, already, their efforts have been, in a measure, successful. The America Company has already completed a splendid fac¬ tory building in the new division between the rights-of- way of the Indiana, Illinois Iowa and the Illinois, Iowa Minnesota railroads. This is believed to be but the forerunner of numerous institutions which will be brought to Momence by its at¬ tractive situation, excellent railroad facilities and enter¬ prising citizens. AMERICA COMPANY FACTORY. LITTLE YELLOW BANKS, Scene on the Kankakee. JUNIOR Although the railroad and industrial features of Mo- mence are of large importance and promise still more for the future, never-the-less, Momence is not neglecting to beautify her city with new buildings. Aside from numer¬ ous dwelling houses, Momence has two new public build¬ ings, of which she may, justly, be proud. One, the Mo¬ mence State and Savings Rank, is a new enameled-brick building with red sandstone trimmings, on Front and Lo¬ cust streets. The other is the Ganeer Town Hall, on Front street, a large substantial building which the citi¬ zens have long needed. It is rumored that the First National Bank, of Momence, is planning to build on Front and Range streets. This will add greatly to the beauty of the city as will other modern buildings on places where now are only small and unattractive structures. During the past year a new toot bridge has filled the hearts of more than a hundred pupils with joy. Although it is an especial benefit to the pupils, it is of great con¬ venience to others, who were always afraid of a run-away or accident on the other bridge to which the foot-bridge is connected. Although the past year has seen many improvements, we hope to see many more in the future, and may one of these improvements be a new High School building, which, on account of the crowded condition s of the schools, is much needed. AR BOOK. Latin in the High School. By Laura M. Chesney. Years ago when a pupil entered upon his high school course, he was confronted with the question: “Shall I study Latin ? ” But today the pupil who is a student, and the pupil who desires to pursue his studies beyond the limited four years of the secondary school, merely says, “ I must.” Almost no culture course is offered that does not require some Latin. Besides conferring mastery over the sources of the mother tongue, the study of Latin affords a discipline, given by no other study. It calls for a concentration of the mind ; it demands respect for de¬ tails ; it necessitates a good English vocabulary, and trains in careful expression. In the last, the Latin is su¬ perior to either the French or German. All modern thought is essentially the same, while the ancient brings up new phases. The average student is deficient in the art of expression. The trouble with most students of English today is their want of the right word. ITe aim of the Latin course should be primarily to aid the student to make his study of Latin supplement his work in Eng¬ lish. He—“So you won’t kiss and make up ?’’ She—“I won’t make up.” JUNIOR The Eighth School Year. By Miss Angenette Crissey. The children of eighth school year age find application to study somewhat difficult, because so much energy is being used for the physical growth that less is left for the mental development. Then it is that they need encour¬ agement from the home and from the school. The sub¬ jects taught should be so handled as now and then to bring out instances of observation and practical knowledge gained by class individuals—thus establishing an intro¬ duction to new facts to be studied and learned. Aiithmetic and grammar should be made outlets for their sense of justice by being directed toward accuracy of thought and of expression. In thought more than in word should the idea of the formation of habits for the future be. For that reason at this period when it is so easy for the pupils to be careless in the manner of ex¬ pressing ideas and of executing them, unusual insistence is placed upon quality of work done rather than upon quantity. These subjects are well used in so doing. We must bear in mind, however, that the primary purpose of both is to increase ability to understand and enter into business and friendly relations with their fellow men. History is valuable if presented so that the children for¬ get themselves as far as to enter into the events with a personal interest and to trace the action from cause to re¬ sult. Only by their learning the facts thoroughly can this true interest be aroused. In order to understand BOOK. present day conditions, the civic relations of the people to the government must be more fully emphasized, and so strongly that the facts will be remembered. Commercial geography not only does this, but it also gives much room for reasoning as to why conditions of international trade are as they are. It gives a closer ac¬ quaintance with the leading countries of the world than has been gained by the geography previously studied, it gives a knowledge of the industries for which different parts of the United States are noted and of the raw and manufactured products for which she depends upon other nations. Oral reproduction, as well as written compositions, are used to tell of actual facts and events or of things origi¬ nal and imaginary. By correlating spelling and word study to some extent with written and spoken thought, an opportunity is given the children to enlarge their vocabu¬ laries and variety of expression. At the battle of Gettysburg, along with the bloodshed, there was a scene which made all present laugh. An Irishman got on a donkey, then the donkey began to kick and buck, and finally got one of his hind feet caught in the stirrup. The Irishman seeing this made haste to fall off, saying as he did so : “ Begorra ! If you’re going to get on I’ll get off.” Eighth Year Pupils. JUNIOR The Annual Track Meet of the County Athletic Association. [by EDITOR ON ATHLETICS, HARRY HOAG.] The seventh annual field and track meet was held at the County Fair Grounds in Kankakee, May 4,1906. The track team of our school left on the 9:47 for Kankakee, wishing to get an early dinner, and be out to the track on time. At 12:30 a special train left Momence carrying a very good crowd of rooters who were anxious to see the Momence boys retrieve the honors which they lost the year before, but they were disappointed. Nevertheless, our boys put up a good fight for the County banner, everyone doing his very best. The 50- yard dash was the first event and proved to be a very pretty race. According to the decision of the spectators Will Durham won, but the judges did not agree with them. Inkster of Herscher was awarded first, Durham second, and Pottenger of Kankakee third. During the first half of of the contest the different scores ran along very closely and everyone thought the meet would be close, but they were mistaken. Beginning with the long runs our boys began to lose and from that time on luck seemed to be against them. Herscher won most the events in which Momence expected to make points, and when the meet ended the score stood as fol¬ lows: Momence 28 points, Herscher 39, and Kankakee winner with a score of 59 points. Richard Nichols broke BOOK. all previous records in the running high jump by clearing 5 ft. 5 in., and the 440 yd. dash was run in fast time. This meet was said to have been the best ever held on the Kankakee Fair Grounds. Good records were made and everyone did his best. Although Momence lost this year and last, they are not ready to give up, and intend to give Kankakee a close rub next year. Two little girls were discussing the progress in cate¬ chism study. “Fve got to original sin,” said one. “How far have you got?” “Me? Oh, I’m wav beyond redemption,” said the other. “What are you crying for, my poor little boy?” said a man to a crying boy. “Pa fell down stairs.” “Don’t take on so, my boy. He’ll get better soon.” “That isn’t it. Sister saw him fall all the way. I never saw nuffen.” Teacher—“Now, then, stupid, what’s the next word? What comes after cheese?” Dull Boy—“A mouse, sir.” JUNIOR In Memory of Mrs, Etta R. St. John. Early on the morning of November 4th, the sad news that Mrs. St. John had but a few hours ago passed out and over to that beautiful land where tears and sorrows are no more, reached Momence. Among the most sincere mourn¬ ers for this noble woman were the teachers and pupils of the Momence schools, who through years of association with her, knew her but to love her. She was born in Brooklyn, Michigan, July nth, 1856. When five years of age her mother died, but she found a parental love and care in the home of her aunt, Mrs. Ran¬ dall, with whom at her mother’s request she came to live. Early in life signs indicated her possession of a superior mind. Eler foster parents, seeing their privilege of ren¬ dering a service, not only to their daughter but to human¬ ity as well, gave her an education, fitting her to be emi¬ nently useful to others. Winning her way to success at an early age, she chose teaching as her profession and soon won such distinction that she was eagerly sought by school boards, and being once secured they were loathe to give her up. She was married in Momence on December 11, 1877, to Fred St. John, and for a number of years lived in Michi¬ gan and Kansas. During her residence in Stockton, Kan¬ sas, a great sorrow, occasioned by the death of an idolized child, came into her life. From 1884 to 1893 she was con¬ nected with the Stockton schools. She resigned in 1894 because of ill health, and came to Momence to live and BOOK. care for the mother who had watched over her in child¬ hood, and her rare service in caring for the aged mother was a most beautiful sacrifice of love. She was for sev¬ eral years a teacher in the Momence schools, but resigned in September 1905, because of failing health. About fourteen years ago Miss Margaret M. Dunn sought a home and companionship with her, which as the years went by grew to be very dear to both and became as beautiful as the story of Damon and Pythias. Their lives seemed to be the complement of each other, and their love for each other an eternal bond. Through all the vicissitudes of life her determination to live and do life’s duties never faltered. Sorrow left no trace of bitterness but made her life. “Purer and sweeter, better, for pain.” She was always self-sacrificing, devoted to her friends and brave in adver¬ sity to a degree that aroused the deepest admiration of those who knew her best. In her last illness she seemed to recognize the inevitable and looked the future in the face with the resignation of a saint and welcomed what- ever God willed and went to her longed-for rest as one lies down to sleep. A beautiful life has ended here to be continued in the Heavenly land. Mrs. St. John was al¬ ways a Christian, and was a member of the Methodist church for years. Hers was truly a lovely character, and her memory will linger with us to inspire us to greater faith and trust, and higher living, and surely “Some day when the veil is turned aside We shall find she is living and never died.” High School Girls’ Glee Club. JUNIOR America’s Greatest Problem. Second Prize Oration by Myrtle Crosby, “ O, America, thou loved home of the free, Dispel the cloud that now hangs over thee.’’ is the warning of every true hearted American. That the sky of the American nation is darkened by a cloud, is no longer a question. It is an acknowledged fact. The ques¬ tion is, how will she meet this problem ? Will she meet it as heroically as her forefathers met the problems which confronted them ? Who can forget the struggle of 1776? From the time the Mayflower resolutely set out to the bleak American shores, to the signing of the Declaration of Independence, America had cherished the hope of freedom. From the time of the first settlement in Vir¬ ginia, to the beginning of the Revolution, she had longed for liberty. Then, when the yoke of tyranny became un¬ bearable, she sacrificed her wealth, her heroes, her very life-blood for the sake of independence. When that was gained, the noble patriots laid the foundation for a mighty commonwealth, our United States. After nearly fifty years of progress, the dissolution of this Union was threatened. In 1861 two problems confronted the American nation, secession and slavery. Again she proved equal to the occasion. Under the leadership of Lincoln, these ques¬ tions were settled once for all. America received “ a new birth of freedom,” and “government of the people, by the BOOK. people and for the people,” did not perish from the earth. Now, in the beginning of the twentieth century, slavery again appears. It is not the slavery of a liberty-loving people to a despotic ruler as in 1776. It is not the sla very of the negroes to the whites as in 1861. It is the slavery of the whole American race to an evil habit— drink. The number of its victims is steadily increasing. A turning point must soon be reached when this nation will be freed from her chains, or will start on her course of inevitable decline. Let us look at some of the results of the liquor traffic, both financially and morally. Let us see what it is doing toward the ruin of our republic. The people of America spend one billion dollars annually for drink. This is one billion dollars spent in making criminals to fill the peni¬ tentiaries. in making paupers to fill the poor houses, and maniacs to fill the asylums. The people are burdened with taxes to support these institutions—to pay for the lawlessness and crime brought about by the use of liquor. At the same time, from the proceeds of this traffic, the brewers and saloonkeepers live in luxury—luxury that is gained by transforming God’s creatures into brutes. Re¬ liable statistics show that go per cent, of the crime com¬ mitted in this country are caused by the use of alcoholic drinks. These crimes, together with the insanity, pauper¬ ism and disease resulting from strong drinks, cost the nation six hundred million dollars. The industrial life of JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. the nation is also affected by this evil. The cost of the loss of industry is one billion dollars annually. Thus, we see that the people of America pay out every year two and a half billion dollars on account of the liquor traffic. And what do they get in return ? Their homes are broken up, their hopes shattered, their lives ruined. When man was created in the image of the Divine, he was given an insight into the higher and nobler things of life, a will power to do what he thought was right. Drink mars his character and drags him down to the lowest level, weakening him until his passions are beyond his control. He loses his love for both God and man. All becomes subservient to his one ruling passion, a craving for more drink. For this, he sacrifices his health, home, and happiness. He cannot see the destruction which is sure to come. He hears nothing but the voice of the tempter urging him to his ruin. Then, when it is too late to retrace his steps, he finds himself helpless and home¬ less. with all that he held most dear in life gone forever. Thus we see that liquor destroys men physically, men¬ tally and morally, and what affects the people of the na¬ tion affects the nation as a whole. It destroys the home, thus imperiling the future of the nation. The saloon is opposed to all education, refinement and culture—to every¬ thing that tends to lift man up, and give him higher ideals and nobler ambitions. Then it certainly is opposed to the welfare of the na¬ tion. Then the saloon is a public enemy, and should be dealt with as such. We have seen how other enemies of the republic ' have been overthrown—how our forefathers gave their lives for the preservation of our nation. Shall their efforts all have been in vain, because of our inability to cope with the problems of our age? Shall we, in this advanced state of civilization, be outdone in loyalty by the Americans of fif¬ ty years ago? Of more than a century ago? No. Let us shoulder our responsibility and prove that we, too, are true Americans. Let us free our native country from the slavery which now threatens her—a slavery which will drag her down to destruction and ruin. Let us complete¬ ly annihilate this enemy which is bent on destroying our life and liberty. But the question arises, how can this be done? Our an¬ cestors settled their problems by warfare and bloodshed. If we could be freed of our enemy by the use of arms, how gladly the loyal citizens would shoulder their muskets and risk their lives. But times are changed. We cannot set¬ tle this question by war. We must turn to some more sensible and peaceful method, for war is inconsistent with our civilization and religion. There is one way by which this enemy can be destroyed, and that is by the votes of the American citizens. Then on these depends the future of America. Would that they could realize how great a responsibility is placed upon them, and act accordingly! In their hands lies the power to free their country from this evil, or allow her to be de- JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. stroyed by it. It is for them to decide whether America shall be the foremost nation of the world, or shall now start on her downward course. They alone can drive this evil from the cities, from the counties, from the states, and from the nation. When a man votes for the saloons he votes for the ruin of his fellow countrymen, and against all forces that tend to better man. He votes for the destruction of his coun¬ try. Who of the American citizens wish to see our nation and government overthrown—to see America the least of all nations instead of the greatest? Let no such Ameri¬ can be found. Let us all be loyal to the Stars and Stripes. Let us avert this ruin which threatens us. Let us be true to our boasts of freedom, and cast our ballots in such a way that America shall again be free—that she shall no longer be bound by the chains of slavery. Let us answer successfully the greatest problem that ever confronted the American race—the problem on which the destiny of America depends. Then will her banner of freedom be unspotted. Then will she be an ideal nation, living in har¬ mony with God and man. Flo’s best beau is Ebenezer, they call him Eb, her Flo, for short And talk about the tides of love, great caesar, you ought to see ’em—Eb and Flo. The Father’s Care. by Myrtle Crosby. The snow is softly falling, Like messengers fron above. So peaceful and so holy, Sweet messengers of God’s love. He cares for the grass and the flowers; He heaps them o’er with snow; He keeps them warm beneath it, When cold winter winds do blow. He’ll surely care for us, then, When storms are raging without, When we are sad and weary, When we’re filled with fear and doubt. He’ll help us win our battles, He’ll guide us all the way, He’ll bring us Home triumphant, At the close of our brief stay. JUNIOR Hallowe’en 1905. First Prize Comic Poem—Frank Weaver. Listen, good people, and to you shall be told, The midnight adventure of Harry the Bold. The thirty-first of October nineteen fiye— Many a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, Richard Coeur de Lion, “Tonight the fun be yours and mine, So disguised shall we be, The cops from us shall flee.” Then he said, “Good-bye ’till this eve, When we all our friends shall deceive.” The night was dark and still When they climbed to the window sill. When once inside they began to doubt Why they had come, and what they were about. As they ascended the stairs with stealthy tread, Richard the Lion-hearted bumped his head. “Hist! Stop that noise,” quoth Harry the Bold, “Or our adventure will be dearly sold, “For methinks I see a light In that large room to the right.” “Say, let’s go back,” spake Richard, the brave; “Naw, not now; are you going to cave?” So they wended their way to the north room old, And what they did will now be told; They at once began with their mischief making; Both thought it great fun which they were partaking. From all the desks (except one) the papers they scattered, 0, they did a fine job, they themselves flattered. But why one desk was left untouched we surmise That that was the desk of Harry so wise. BOOK. At precisely one by the school house clock, Sir Harry (in the window) received quite a shock; For below about sixty feet, prowling around, Was the broad-shouldered marshall of this little town He had, perchance, heard the fall of a book, And as he did he upward looked And saw the dark outline of a figure there, And said to himself, “Now I’ll give him a scare.” A sudden report of a big 44 So startled Sir Harry that he fell to the floor; He rose to his feet and with all his might and main Hastened down stairs and to his home again; But Richard the Bold, With his heart in his mouth and his toes turning cold Hiked to a closet, while great beads of sweat Rolled down his face, till his collar was wet. And he moaned, and he cried, “0, mercy! 0, me! Am I deserted? Can such a thing be?” While the policeman below chuckled with glee And kept poor Richard a prisoner till three. En Yoi. Sir Harry the Brave, for many a night Was kept to his bed on account of his fright; “Tricks may be bought, and tricks may be sold, But I’ve had my fill,” quoth Harry the Bold. Poor Richard, he never recovered from the night, And is today a most pitiful sight; ' His eyes sunken in, he has lost ninety poonds, His legs are shaky and his mind is unsound. Little Girl—“ Have you any fancy colors in egg dyes?” Druggist—“ Yes. What do you want of them ? ” Little Girl—“ Well, mamma is having trouble with her stomach and the doctor’s said that she’s got to diet and she wants some fancy colors.” RESIDENCE OF D. C. RIKER. RESIDENCE OF R E. MOON. JUNIOR YEAR BOOK. A Way Provided. Second Prize Story, by Myrtle Crosby. “ 0 , John, I’m glad you’ve come. The afternoon seemed so long.” The speaker was a pale faced little woman who was lying on a bed in the corner of the room. John was a tall, slender youth of eighteen years. He was the only son of this poor widow, and now, as he looked pityingly down at his little mother, he was thinking what might have been if his father had not been bound by the chains of drink until he had fallen under the curse, and left his fam¬ ily of two with nothing but a miserable hut in the outskirts of Newark. He often thought of this, but he never said anything about it to his mother. He always tried to be cheerful in her presence, so today he put aside his moody thoughts and answered: “Poor little mother, I expect it is lonesome here all alone. Didn’t Mrs. Miller come over to see if you wanted anything?” “Yes, she was here about two o ' clock. The doctor came this afternoon, too. He seems to think I am getting along all right. Maybe I will be able to be about again in three or four weeks. I must get to work again.” “Not as soon as that though. You have worked too hard already. I will be through school in five more months, | and then I will be the bread winner. I almost think I ought to quit school and go to work.” “No, John, I want you to get an education whatever comes. We have about forty dollars left in the little tin box. That will last us until school is out.” “Mother, do you suppose I will ever get to go to col¬ lege?” he asked wistfully. “We must live in hope, John, and some way will be pro¬ vided.” For a while there was silence in the room, each being busy with his own thoughts. Then John arose, and, after fixing the fire, went out to get the wood and water for the night. When Mrs. Parker was again alone she fell to thinking of some way by which her son could acquire a college education. She wanted him to make the most of life, for she felt that she had missed much because she had had little schooling. Her mother died when she was but fifteen, and she kept house for her father until he died two years later. Then she had kept house for her brother David until she was married. Life had few pleasures for her after that. The one she had loved proved faithless, and she found herself deserted by her brother, as well as her husband, for David Dunning would have noth ing to do with his sister after she married “that worthless Tom Parker.” Still Mrs. Parker prayed that David would become reconciled, but he had never been to see her since she had married, and that was nearly twenty years ago. In his school days he had been called “Dave, the obsti¬ nate,” and he seemed to be living up to his name. There was but one person who could move his iron will, and that was his tender-hearted wife. She was always kind to her sister-in-law in a quiet way, and Mrs. Parker still hoped that through her a reconciliation could be effected. JUNIOR In fact, this very evening as Mrs. Dunning was prepar¬ ing supper, she was wondering how she could best ap¬ proach the subject of his visiting his sister, for she was be¬ coming anxious about Mrs. Parker since she had been sick. She dreaded to broach the subject for she knew it would make him angry, but when she heard his footsteps on the porch, she had her mind all made up. So, when Mr. Dun¬ ning came in, she asked: “Are you going to town tomor¬ row, Dave?” “Yes, Mary, do you want anything?” “No, I guess not, but I wish you would stop and see Jane on your way home,” she said hesitatingly. “Now Mary, what’s the use of you talking about that? You know I told her I’d never go there again, or recog¬ nize her as my sister after—” “Yes, I know you said it, but what right have you to treat your only sister that way just because Tom turned out so badly, and is now in a drunkard’s grave?” “I was always against her marrying him. I knew he was a worthless fellow, but she wouldn’t listen to me. Now she is getting punished for her folly,” he retorted. “We all make mistakes, and you should be more forgiv¬ ing, Dave. Besides, you know she has been sick for some time. Perhaps they are in want. I know you will feel bet¬ ter about it if you stop and see her,” she added more gently. Mr. Dunning did not answer. He always had to let his wife have the last word, but she was better to him than some wives are to their husbands, for her last words were BOOK. always spoken kindly. How could they be otherwise when they came from the depths of such a loving heart. Mr. Dunning ate his supper in stubborn silence and sat down by the fire to read his evening paper. But his mind was not at ease, and he could not enjoy his reading. When Mrs. Dunning had finished the dishes and brought her knitting into the sitting room where she and her husband always sat in winter evenings, he did not share his paper with her, as he usually did, by reading bits of news aloud. Finally he laid his paper aside altogether, got up and wound the clock, and fastened the door for night. “I am going to bed,’’ he said rather shortly. Mrs. Dunning did not answer for she knew in what di¬ rection his thoughts were turning, and was wise enough to let them take their course. Mr. Dunning’s disturbed mind would not allow him to go to sleep until nearly an hour had passed. When he fell asleep he was again a boy in the home of his childhood, and there was a little girl by his side in all his pleasures and sorrows. He again entered with her into a darkened room, where his father was spending his last few days on earth. Then he heard his father’s voice saying, “Take care of Jane, Dave. Always be good to her and love her.” Here he awakened with a start. What had he been dream¬ ing? Ah, now he knew. He had forgotten all about that promise to his father. With a troubled conscience he turned over and again fell asleep. This time he saw a pale thin face, a face that bore some resemblance to the one he JUNIOR had loved in his childhood. This time his sister Janie was lying sick in a darkened room, and she had no one to care for her. Would she too leave her troubles here and go to meet her father, because he had not kept his prom¬ ise to care for her? Again he awoke, and this time he did not go to sleep again until he had resolved to go and see his sister. The next morning Mr. Dunning seemed to have returned to his usual good humor, and Mrs. Dunning felt instinct¬ ively what he had resolved to do, but she was too prudent to ask any questions. But now let us turn from the prosperous looking farm of Mr. Dunning to the small weather-beaten cottage in Newark. This cottage looks like many others of that part of town, except for a peculiar appearance of neatness about the place. The porch is swept, paths are shoveled in the snow, and in the windows are seen several blooming plants. Inside everything is as neat and clean as a faithful son’s hands could make it. This morning John prepared his mother’s breakfast, and, after eating his own, did what odd jobs he could about the house. “Well, mother,” he said, “I have something to tell you. I thought I would leave it until this morning so you could have something to think about after I went to school.” “What is it, John?” she asked, looking up brightly “You know I told you that Prof. Dean wanted to see us all in the assembly room last night after school.” “Yes, what did he want?” BOOK. “He said that Mr. Cooper and Mr. Douglas made an of¬ fer of thirty dollars and twenty dollars for first and second prizes for orations to be written and delivered some time before the close of school. He said he hoped we would make use of the opportunity, and told those that wanted to enter to hand in their names. The school is going to hire a teacher to train us.” “Us? Did you hand in your name, John?” “Yes. I thought I might as well try, even if I don’t stand much chance of getting a prize.” “I’m glad you handed in your name, and as to your not having much chance, I think when my son makes up his mind to do something, he will succeed.” “I’ll try. Thirty dollars would help us out quite a lot.” “Yes, and it would be a great honor, John. You must win. Maybe your uncle Dave would think you do amount to something if you should win.” “Mother, you musn’t talk too much about it, for that will make the disappointment all the more bitter if I shouldn’t get anything.” To this she only gave his hand an affectionate squeeze, and he could see that she had no thoughts of his being defeated. His heart filled with a great longing to fulfill her desi res, to make himself worthy of such confidence. Then, perhaps too, the rather proud members of the High School would not look down on him any more because of his father’s disgrace, if he could prove himself capable of making a name for himself. JUNIOR John harried away to school, and Mrs. Dunning listened until she heard his steps die away in the distance. Then her thoughts turned to their last conversation. If he should win, how much it would mean to them! She was not think¬ ing of the prize as much as the honor he would receive. Would Dave then think that her son did amount to some¬ thing? A faint ray of hope began to illumine her dark cloud. As she wandered on in her thoughts, building air castle after aircastle, and painting the future with brighter colors than she had ever dared to paint it for some time, she was startled by hearing a heavy footstep on the porch. It was a man’s step, but there was something familiar about it. Then she heard him cough. Could it possibly be Dave? The door opened. A tall, grey-haired man stood in the doorway. It was Dave. For one moment he stood looking at her. Then “Dave, the obstinate,” “Dave, the iron-willed,” said in a husky voice, “O, Janie! my little sister.” “O Dave! You have come at last,” was all she could say. As he bent over her to give her the first loving caress she had received from him since twenty years ago, his steel grey eyes seemed to lose their keeness. In the long conversation that followed, David Dunning drew from his sister all her troubles and anxieties. After she once got started she told all of John’s ambitions and hinderances. When John reached home that noon, he found an unus¬ ually happy face to greet him. BOOK. “Why, what has happened, mother,” he asked. “O, I have such good news for you!” “What is it?” “Uncle Dave came this morning, John.” “Uncle Dave! What brought him?’ 5 “I knew he was too good to stay away much longer. I haven’t told you the best part yet,” she added. “What is it?” he asked eagerly. “He said if you should get first prize in the contest, he would give you a college education.” “He did! It seems too good to be true! You are a true prophet, mother. You said a way would be provided. 5 ’ Now John felt that he had everything to strive for. He was going to college! But what if he should not win? He must win. With the utmost care he prepared his oration. For a subject he chose “Opportunity.” He pictured the lives of Garfield, of Lincoln, and told how they overcame every obstacle, seizing every opportunity to get a round higher on the ladder. The topic seemed to fit him well, for he too was striving, ever striving, looking hopefully toward the top. The teachers were somewhat surprised at the excellence of his composition, but not so his elocu¬ tion teacher when he came to rehearse it. John was bash¬ ful and sensitive, and the teacher did not understand him. One night when John was in the hall getting ready to go home, he heard the elocution teacher tell Prof. Dean that John Parker’s delivery was very poor. John went home with a heavy heart. His mother saw that something was High School Boys’ Glee Club.. JUNIOR the matter, and upon finding the cause of his grief tried to cheer him. “Say your oration to me, John,” she said. It was not the first time he had said it to her, but tonight his heart burned within him with a desire to deliver his oration in such a way that even his critical teacher could find no fault. As he proceeded and saw the look of con¬ fidence in his mother’s eyes, he forgot the cruel remark. He began to think of what he was saying, and he put more true expression into it than he had ever done before. So rapt was he in his thoughts that he forgot where he was. When he had finished he was pleased with his mother’s praise, and he began to take new hope. But the next day when he delivered it before his teacher, his enthusiasm was dampened by the sharp criticisms and interruptions. The gestures his teacher gave seemed natural enough to him, but when John tried to imitate them, he looked awkward and uncomfortable. As the time for the contestapproached he seemed to improve a little in his delivery before his teacher, but he was not yet as eloquent as some of the other contestants. The days were, in some respects, a repetition of his experience on that day when he had re¬ turned home so disheartened. He came home discour¬ aged, but he could not remain so in the cheerful presence of his mother. Each night he said his oration to her with increasing enthusiasm. Her loving look of confidence and pride urged him on to do his best. The day preceding the night of the contest was one of BOOK. great excitement for everyone in the Newark High School, but the seven contestants were the most excited and nervous. None of them were more nervous than John Parker. None of them had so much depending on their success as he. When John returned home from school that night, it was well that he had such a mother to soothe and cheer him. When he reached home he was in a high state of excitement. When he left for the Hall, he was calm and self controlled. His greatest disappointment was that his mother was not yet well enough to go to the contest with him. He delivered his oration to her betore he went, and, as he kissed her good-bye, she said, “You must win, John. I know you will. Say it as you do to me.” “I will try, little mother,” he said gently, and hurried away. The Hall was crowded to its limit. The contestants were all seated on the stage, and it seemed to John that he had never seen so many faces before. Fortunately, his oration came last, and he began to feel moi e at home before his turn came. As he listened to the eloquent words of Ar¬ thur Stone and Grace Hunt, he felt that his chances were small. Finally the last one before John arose and began to speak. John heard none of his oration. He could hear his heart throbbing within him. He felt the warm blood rush to his face. It seemed that everyone was looking at him. When the applause for his schoolmate had ceased, there was a short but deep silence, Then a slender youth rose and advanced to the center of the stage. His face was JUNIOR now ashen white. What a sea of faces confronted him! For a moment he stood trembling with fear. The thous¬ and faces became a blur to him, but in their stead he saw a pale, sweet face. A pair of loving blue eyes seemed to be looking at him. In them he read confidence, encour¬ agement and pride. He again heard the words, “You must win, John. I know you will. Say it as you do to me.” He began to speak. He saw not the hundreds of pairs of eyes fixed upon him. He saw only a sweet, smiling face. He caught the spirit of his oration as he had never done before. The words seemed to be coming from his very soul to the hearts of his listeners. When he ceased speak¬ ing there was a breathless silence, followed by a storm of applause. None of the others were applauded as loudly as he. He sank back in his chair, unconscious of his sur¬ roundings. There was music during the interval in which the judges were making their decision, but John heard it not. But when Prof. Dean mounted the stage to announce the de¬ cision, John was again alert and listening. His heart gave a great bound when he heard, “First prize, John Parker.” Had he really won? Was college so near at hand? He did not hear the applause that followed, nor any of the other announcements. He received his congratulations and went through the handshaking mechanically. The praise of teachers and friends sounded as far-away music to his ears. He did not see the tall, grey-haired man approaching him. But he did feel a fatherly hand placed BOOK. on his shoulder, and heard David Dunning say, “Well done, my boy, well done.” Johnny was going to be punished for some offence. When he saw the long switch he ran up stairs and crawled under the bed. When his father came home he was told of the offence and he went up stairs and started to crawl under the bed. when the boy said : “ What’s the matter, pa, is she after you, too ? ” A Boston girl, a New York girl and a Chicago girl were looking at a vase. Said the Boston girl—“ What an exquisite vase.” Said the New York girl—“ What a beautiful vase.” Said the Chicago girl—“ Hully gee ! kids, git onto de jug.” Judge Hamlin, while walking down town, was bit in the Public Square by a dog. GANEER TOWN HALL (Erected 1905,) JUNIOR ' “A National Mistake.” First Prize Oration by Hazel Broad. Capital punishment is that custom, crystalized into law, which demands the forfeiture of the life of any one ad¬ judged guilty of certain crime. Many years ago the small¬ est misdemeanor, such as picking up sticks on Sunday, or stealing a sheep was punishable by death; but now, in this enlightened age, capital punishment stands only as the penalty for murder and a few crimes of like nature. All ages have sanctioned it, and every country has used it; and, as a c onsequence, that principle copied from the laws of our English forefathers, was embodied in our own con¬ stitution. If we consider the purposes of capital punishment we find them to be two fold: First, to prevent further crime by causing a man to think twice before committing a wick¬ ed deed, because of the most srious consequences of such act; and, second, by putting him out of the way altogether, to protect society from the injury which a criminal would inflict. But this practice, sanctioned by custom and legalized by all peoples, is now a national mistake of the American commonwealth. That thing of which we, as a nation, are most proud is our great advance in civilization. We point to our records and say, “Mark the changes. We have out grown barbarism. We are constantly advancing in the Christian spirit. We have achieved much in commerce, in science, in art, and in all knowledge.’’ If so, should we BOOK. not be ashamed of anything that savored of barbarism; of an unchristian spirit? We say that it was degrading to ancient nations to impose tortures on their prisoners,fto witness the agony of the wretches doomed to die. Then why does it not degrade our morals, as a nation, by mak¬ ing life lightly valued? Do not electrocution, which is said to be a terrible torture while it lasts, and “hanging by the neck till death” savor of barbarism? The severity of the means of procuring the death of the prisoner has been lessened as the years have gone by, showing that a higher civilization demands more humane punishment. Then would not the complete abolishment of this custom be in keeping with our well developed state of culture? The death penalty is unchristian since it gives no chance for reform, which is chief among the doctrines of Christ. Horace Greeley said, “The worst possible use to which you can put a man is to hang him.” Then can we, a Chris¬ tian nation, give the guilty one no chance of reform? Note God’s treatment of the first murderer. Did He strike him to the ground? No. He gave Cain a chance to reform, and at the same time protected the inhabitants of the earth by placing a mark on his forehead. Thus an All-Wise Creator set a precedent for all time. Should we not en¬ deavor to follow it? When a man is condemned to death, how do we know he really is guilty? He is judged guilty by the evidence brought up, but this many times is only circumstantial and there is a possibility of bribery either of judge, jury, wit- JUNIOR nesses, or all. Although this happens but rarely, yet think of the worth ot one human life taken through mistake. Are not the hands of the State stained with his innocent blood? Is a deed less bloody when perpetrated by a col¬ lection of individuals than when committed by one? What is the difference between the murder of Jones by Brown in punishment for the death of the latter’s brother and the murder of Brown by the State in punishment for Jones’ death? Is not life taken in both instances? “But,” you say, “Brown takes the law into his own hands, the State has authority to do it.” From whom? God is the giver of life and He alone has the right to take it. Does not the State take the power of the destruction of life from the very hands of Him who said, “Thou shalt not kill?” The liquor dealers pay our nation a large sum yearly for the privilege of the barter of human souls, the manu¬ facture of criminals, and the destruction of all that is pure and holy. Thus this awful curse to our nation is legalized by our government for money. Murder is the principal crime for which the death penalty is inflicted, and a terri¬ ble per cent, of homicides in this country are caused by drink. Our government steps in and punishes the guilty one with death. But think! What kind of a government is it which legalizes the making of criminals and then pun¬ ishes them with death for being such? Is the man more guilty of a murder, which he committed while under the influence of liquor, than the one who refuses to put away, by his ballot, that thing which causes his weaker brother BOOK. to sin? We always condemn anything that fails in its primal purposes, yet capital punishment surely does. Does it deter further crime? No. Statistics show us that in states having the death penalty, New York and Pennsylvania for instance, there is a greater per cent, of murders than in states having abolished it, Wisconsin and Maine for ex¬ ample. Does it protect society? To a great extent, no. “Public sentiment,” says a well known writer, “has grown so strong against capital punishment that it is now ten times as difficult and expensive as formerly to convict a man of murder, and is also the cause of many criminals being released with no punishment at all.” Thus many dangerous persons are allowed their liberty and become a menace to public welfare. A deed is made more guilty by there being a way of es¬ caping doing it, yet there certainly is a better way out of this question. Does not reformatory, and self-supporting imprisonment, with no pardoning power and no reversion of sentence, except by the discovery of sufficient evidence to justify a new trial, fulfill all conditions of justice, both to prisoner and to public? The United States has ever stood for justice to all, and has ever been the haven of refuge to those to whom jus¬ tice was denied in other lands. A continued injustice to many would certainly then be a national mistake. Is it jus¬ tice to our country’s welfare to uphold a custom which de¬ grades the nation by making life lightly unvalued? Is it LORAINE SCHOOL BUILDING JUNIOR justice for a Christian nation to give no chance of reform to the guilty one? Is it justice to execute one whom the course of time may prove innocent? Is it justice to de¬ stroy that which we have neither the right to give or take? Is it justice that the same institution which pun¬ ishes criminals made by the liquor traffic should legalize the cause of almost all crime? Is it justice to society to uphold a custom which fails in its primal purposes, to de¬ ter further crime and to protect the public? Is it justice to uphold this custom when another way is found which does fulfill the purposes and is not wrong? Then since it is an injustice both to the accused and to public, capital punishment surely is a national mistake. “ Dorothy, you must keep out of those currants.” “But, mamma, I cannot resist the temptation.’’ “ Well, child, the next time just say : ‘ Satan, get thee behind me.’ The next day Dorothy was again in the currants and her mother said : “ Dorothy, what did I tell you to say ? ” “ Mamma, I said, ‘ Satan, get thee behind me,’ and he got right behind me and pushed me right in.” BOOK. “Hope.” Second Prize Poem—Nelly Loghry. 0, Blessed Hope, whence comestthou? The vision of a happier day, When night shall pass, and morn shall dawn, To drive our sadness or care away. Today tho’ clad in deepest gloom, Tho’ cast in grief or sorrow, Is still made bright by one glad ray, All may be right tomorrow. And thus thru life, tho’ darkness reigns, Tho’ solace ne’er be given, One shining ray still leads us on, For there’ll be rest in Heaven. JUNIOR The Faculty. With the exception of a few changes in the Eighth Grade and High School, everything has worked most har¬ moniously during the past year. Our School Board has succeed in filling all vacancies with the very best teachers. Everyone is interested and eager to bring our schools up to the highest standard. In the first place, Mr. Selby is the right man for the place, a guiding star, as it were, for all. As a result of his unceasing labors, harmony prevails, and the hearty co-op¬ eration of teachers and pupils, predicts that the high stand¬ ard set by him is within reach. Miss Laura Chesney, Principal and instructor of En¬ glish, Latin and German, is a thorough teacher as is shown by the excellent progress made by pupils under her super¬ vision. During the first semester, Miss Carolyne Lenehen filled the position of Assistant Principal, but on account of ill health, she was obliged to resign. We were sorry to lose her, for she was an efficient teacher and a true friend. Af¬ ter trying several substitutes, Mr. MacDonald appeared one morning, and being so pleased with our general good looks and excellent deportment, decided to stay with us. He has entered into the work with zeal and has proven himself a successful teacher. Miss Groves has charge of the History work in the High School. With her as a teach¬ er, that hazy study becomes very interesting. By the sad death of Mrs. St. John, Momence lost one BOOK. of its best teachers. She had charge of the Eighth Grade and her place has been filled by Miss Angenette Crissey. But one new teacher has been employed in the rest of the grades this year. This one is Mr. Frank Garrett who has charge of Room Four, Loraine. Miss Mabel Jackson has charge of Room Three, Loraine, Miss Anna Hanson, Room Two, and Miss Anna Wiltse, Room One. In the Central School Miss Gertrude Holmes has the Sixth Room, Miss Agnes Barrett, Room Five, Miss Bertha Lamb, Room Four, Miss Elizabeth Cleary, Room Three, Miss Sarah Hanson, Room Two, and Miss Mabel Groves, Room One. It would be hard to find a better corps of teachers than is now employed in the Momence Union Schools. N. M. H. ’o;’s. Sunday school teacher—“ The idol has eyes but cannot— Class—“ See.” Sunday school teacher—“ The idol has ears but cannot— Class—“ Hear.” Sunday school teacher—“ The idol has a nose but cannot— “ Wipe it.” They Mever Went to Our High School BY MRS. A. G. KALLANDER (Tune—Mr. Dooly) 0, once there was a wicked man. His name was Captain Kidd, He cut off men’s and women’s heads. And all their gold he hid;t O, he did many wicked things Which are against the rule, But you must bear in mind he nev- Er went to our High School. CHORUS. O, we’re the High School, the Momence High School: Onward, upward is our daily rule. We keep things humming! Just hear us coming! We’re a genuine, accredited High School. One there was an Indian, His name was Powhatan, He tried to kill the bold John Smith Who was a noble man: O, he did many wicked things Which are against the rule, But you must bear in mind he nev Er went to our High School. Chorus. O, once there was a wicked queen, Her name was Jezebel, Ahasueras caused her death As from a wall she fell. O, she did many wicked things Which are against the rule. But you must bear in mind she nev- Er went to our High School. Chorus. Now, if these folks had had our chance, No one of us can say, But what they might have tried to live. In quite a different way! ’Tis true they did many things Which are against the rule. But bear in mind, dear friends, they nev- Er went to our High School. Chorus. BOOK Momence High School. BY MRS. A. G. KALLANDER. Here’s to our High School! Let everyone shout. Momence! Rah! Rah! Momence! There ne’er was one like it There can be no doubt, Momence! Rah! Rah! Momence! CHORUS. M—O—M—E—N—C—E. M-O-M—E-N—C E, M—O—M—E—N—C—E, Momence! Rah, Rah! Momence! Chemistry’s easy, biography’s fun, Momence! Rah, Rah! Momence! When our lessonslarejover We cry cause they’re’done, Momence! Rah, Rah! Momence! Our learned professors Converse in but Greek, Momence! Rah, Rah! Momence! And, we hope ere long Purest Latin to speak, Momence! Rah, Rah! Momence! In’athletics, too, we have Made a great name. Momence! Rah, Rah! Momence! With a little more money We’re sure to win fame, Momence! Rah, Rah! Momence! Then here’s to our High School! Let everyone shout, Momence! Rah, Rah! Momence! There ne’er was one like it There can be no doubt, Momence! Rah, Rah! Momence! Chorus Chorus Winning the Track Meet BY S. J. GARRETT. (Tune—Marching Thru Georgia) I Bring the good old track suit, boys. We’ll run another race— Run it with a spirit that will Let us set the pace— Run it as we used to run it, We’ll lead in every chase, While we are winning the track meet. CHORUS. Ra Ra! Ra Ra! Our victory it shall be! Ra Ra! Ra Ra! We’ll set our colors free! And float them high above the rest Where every one can see, While we are winning the track meet. II f Courage comes to every hdart, Oh, hear the joyful souncf, The cheering of their schoolmates And their teachers standing round! They feel themselves supported, Though a few of them are downed, W 7 hile we are winning the track meet. CHORUS. Ill Yes, and there are graduates W T ho’ll weep with joyful tears When they see us win the race They have won in former years; And never can they be restrained From breaking forth in cheers While we are winning the track meet. Our High School. BY MRS. A. G. KALLANDER. There is a High School, || in our town, || And there the scholars. || sit them down, |( And read their books so studiously It surely is a lovely sight to see. CHORUS. For it’s study, study, study, Morning, evening noon and night, From the time the sun uprises, ’Till it sets, sets, sets. Then its study, study, study, study, study till you feel Just crammed with knowledge from your head to your heel. For that’s the only way, don’t you see, You ever can hope great to be. There are six teachers, || in High School, || Who teach us everything, || by rule, || And tho’ our souls with lessons hard they grind, They are our friends at last we find. Chorus. All four of the classes, || are so bright, || They always have their || lessons right, || And they all hope to graduate With the very highest honors in the state. Chorus year Book Song. BY MRS. A. G. KALLANDER. (Tune—Mush, Mush, Mush.) For the Freshman, life’s one round of pleasure, For the Sophomore, too, it’s a lark, But to one that belongs to the Juniors, Like 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 must still keep pegging along. CHORUS. For it’s rush, rush, rush with the Year Book, And it’s rush, rush, rush rush night and day Don’t bother me ' for I am lusy— To-day is my busiest day. Let the Freshman go out for a picnic, Let the Sophomores do as they will, But the Junior has far too much doing, He’s 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. Chorus. JUNIOR Juvenile Department INTRODUCTION. The Juvenile Department, as introduced last year, has proved such a decided success that the Year Book staff of 1906 has decided to continue it. Although the cash values of the prizes were decreased, the first prize being made sixty cents and the second forty, yet the interest manifested by the pupils remained the same. The fol¬ lowing are the names of the pupils who won the first and second prizes in the respective rooms: Room 1, Central School—For free hand paper cuttings, mount 11 x v 4; first, Henry Seavey; second, Richard Smith Room 2, Central School-—For three sewing cards, mount 11x14; first, Alma Snapp; second, Mary Campbell. Room 3, Central School-Best reproduction of a story read bv teacher; first, Marie Seavey; second, Nada Groth. Room 4, Central School—Best one page letter to mama or papa from a boy or girl away from home, re¬ questing permission to extend their visit; first, Laura Simonds; second, Zenada Zahl. Room 5, Central School—Best composition on subject furnished by superintendent; first, Jean Bigelow; second, Madeline Hayhurst. Room 6, Central School—Best copy from dictation of five addresses furnished by Superintendent; first, Edith Hart; second, Lawrence McConnell. BOOK. Room 7, Central School—Best business letter, data furnished by Superintendent; first, Carrie Bigelow; sec¬ ond, Helen Kirby. Room 1, Loraine—Same as Room 1, Central; first, Marie Furnish; second, Willie Mullrooney. Room 2, Loraine—Same as Room 4, Central; first, George Graves; second, Ruby Taylor. Room 3, Loraine—Same as Room 7, Central; first, Ethel Davis; second, Lucile Keeler. Room 4, Loraine—Same as Room 7, Central; first, Ethel Taylor; second, Vira Pittenger. The Foolish Weather-Vane. [First Prize—Room 3, Central, Won by Marie Seavey.J Once upon a time a Weather-Vane lived on a steeple by the side of the river. When a Fisherman came he would look up to see which way the Wind was blowing. When he did this the Weather-vane was very proud. But one morning when the Wind came pushing along and said, “Point East, Weather-Vane,” the Weather-Vane held himself stiff and pointed West. When the Fisher¬ men came they looked at the Weather-Vane and said: “We shall go fishing to-day.” When they got a little way out the sea began to rise and there was a storm, the ships were upset, and if it hadn ' t JUNIOR 1 been for some friends the Fishermen would would have been drowned. The Weather-Vane was very sorry then, but it was of no use, for the Fishermen built them a new Weather- Vane in a better place and looked at it every morning, for they knew it was no use to look at the old one. [Second Prize—Room 3, Central, Won by Nada Groth.] Once there was a Weather-Vane that was on a large steeple. When it pointed East the people said they must not go fishing to-day. But when it would point west they might go. The Weather-Vane was brass. He was proud when the people looked up at him to see where the Wind was blowing. One day the Wind told the Weather-Vane to point West. But he said that he was going to do what he thought best. So he pointed East, The men said there was going to be a storm. So they did not go. But after while the sun shown and they said: “Something must be the matter with it.” The Wind came again and said to the Weather-Vane to point East, because there was going to be a storm. But it stood stiff and pointed West. Some of the men went, but the others stayed: “The storm came, and if it had not been for the other men they would have been drowned ’ So the Weather-Vane said he was going to mind the next time. But it was too late; they put up a new Weather- Vane, so they never used the old one. BOOK. 223 Bons St., Minneapolis, Minn. February 23, 1906. My Dear Mamma: I expect you will be surprised at my writing again so soon, but I want to ask you if I can’t stay another week. Miss Clark is going to give a sleigh¬ ing party for her pupils and has asked me to join them. Uncle Harry took Erma and I to the park, and we had a fine time tobogganing, and there were at least 200 boys and girls there, all having such a good time. Your loving daughter, Alice Shepherd. Momence, III., Feb. 23, 1906. Dear Mamma: I will ask permission to.stay two more weeks. We are having such fun skating and sliding. Helen says that I am the only one she likes to play with. When I come home I want Gladys to be at the de¬ pot. How is Dorothy? I hope she isn’t sick or having a cold. Well, I guess I will have to close. From your loving daughter, Francis Miller. JUVENILE PRIZE WINNERS. JUNIOR How the Lion Escaped. [First Prize—Room 5, Central, Won by Jean Bigelow. J This stoty is about a Lion who was captured and taken to the Circus. His real home is in the Atlas Mountains, in the North¬ western part of Africa. He did not enjoy living in a Circus and often tried very hard to escape. One day it happened that the Lion Trainer was busy training a Lion that had just been captured and the door of the den stood open. The Lion got as near as possible to the door and waited his chance to slip out. The Circus-House was not many miles from the Moun¬ tains. The Lion did not stop until he reached the Mountain. Then he climbed the Mountain and tried to find his old den When he reached it he found it the same as when he left it about two years ago. After his long journey he was very tired, so he lay down in his den to rest. He never went far down the mountain for fear some one should see him and take him back to the Circus. He lived there many years contented and happy. BOOK. The King of the Beasts. [Second Prize—Room 5, Central, Won by Madeline Hayhurst.] The King of Beasts is the Lion. He is a very fierce beast. The one that I am going to tell about is one that lives in the Snow Mountains in Africa. It is in the evening when he goes out of his den look¬ ing for food. He will go among the beasts and find a nice fat one for his supper. He goes up the Mountain to a place where he got his breakfast this morning. He goes over many rough rocks on his way. Some times when he hears a noise near him he grows very angry and roars very loud. When he is about a rod away from where he is going to get his supper he goes faster, tor he is very hungry. After he has had a good supper he turns round to go back to his den. A storm came up while he was on the way home, and stars were beginning to be overcast with clouds. As it thundered and lightened the Lion roared very loud, for he was-in haste to get to his den before the storm raged. He thought if he roared the storm would wait till he got safely to his den. The Lion hurried on through the dark over the rocks till he got home. When he got home he lay down in his den and slept while the storm raged all night long. JUNIOR Mr. J. D. Cokely, Court House, Kankakee, Ill. Miss Mabel Jennings, 512 Temple Place, Denver, Col. American Book Co., 521 Wabash Ave., Chicago, Court House. Mr. J. D. Cokely, Kankakee, Ill. Miss Mabel Jennings, Denver, Colorado. The Youth’s Companion, Boston, Mass. BOOK. Momence, III., Feb. 23, 1906. Mr. R. E. Selby, Momence, Ill. Dear Sir:—Our room has just succeeded in obtaining the required number of sixty stars for no tardiness. We have above the required per cent of attendance, and are entitled to a half-holiday. The majority of our room would like to have the half¬ holiday on next Monday afternoon for several reasons, one of which is that the skating is fine. Would would you please oblige us by letting us have our half-holiday on next Monday afternoon? Yours truly, Carrie Bigelow. Momence, III., Feb. 23, 1906. Mr. R. E. Selby, Momence, Ill. Dear Sir:—As our 100m has gained its sixty stars on account of no ' tardiness and the per cent required, I would like tojknow ' if you’would let us have our holiday next Monday afternoon. I prefer next Monday afternoon, as I would like to go away. Yours truly, Helen Kirby. JUNIOR Momence, Ile., Feb. 23, 1906. Prof. R. E. Selby, Momence, Ill. Dear Prot:—Room 4, Loraine, won their sixty stars, and would like to have their half-holiday next Monday afternoon (Feb. 26). The pupils think it will be good skating, and would like to have it then. Yours truly, Nellie Blackstone. Momence, III., Feb. 23, 1906. Prof. R. E. Selby: Momence, Ill. Dear Sir: Since we have gained sixty stars, we are all waiting patiently for a half holiday. Would you please let us have it next Monday after¬ noon? We have worked very hard to get it, and on Monday we do not feel like studying. It being my birthday also, I would very much enjoy having a party. If you will let us have it next Monday, we will thank you very much for your kindness. Yours very respectfully, Liza Jane. BOOK. Momence, III., Feb. 23, 1906. Mr, R. E. Selby, Central School Building, Momence, Ill. Dear Sir:—Our room which is room three in the Loraine building has just gained sixty stars. Will you please let us have our half holiday Monday Feb. 26, 1906? I prefer that day because we want to go to Chicago as I do not wish to miss school and make the percent of attendance in our room lower I prefer that day. Yours truly, John Jenkins. Momence, III., Feb. 1906. Mr. R. E. Selby, Momence, Ill. Dear Sir: As we have just gained our sixty stars, we desire to spend our half-holiday next Monday afternoon if possible. The reason why I wish it is, because I have some busi¬ ness that I must attend to on that day. Yours truly, Stewart Meikle. JUNIOR Fair Oaks, Ind., March i, 1906. Dear Mother: I am having such a good time here at Fair Oaks, I wish I could stay another week or so, I am playing games and riding ponies. If you were here I think I would have a much better time. I will have to close, hoping to hear from you soon. From your loving son, Chas. Hupp. Chicago, III., March i, 1906. Dear Mamma: I thought I would write a few lines. We are well and hope you the same. We are having a very good time and hope you the same. It has been a fine Winter and we have had but a little snow. I wish I could stay a while longer this week. We are getting two or six eggs a day. I am hoping to hear from you soon. Your loving daughter, Mabel Cremer. BOOK. How to signal a bark— Pull a dog’s tail. Jim— 1 “Why do you wear your stockings wrong side out?” Mike—“Begorra, there’s a hole on the other side.” “There was a terrible murder in the hotel today.” Was there?” “Yes, a paper-hanger hung a border.” “It must have been a put up job!” Pat, who is being lowered into a well. “Sthop, will yez Murphy? Oi want to coom up again.” Murphy, still letting him down—“Phat for?” Pat—“Oi’ll show ye; af yez don’t sthop lettin’ me down Oi’l cut the rope.” “I’ve been married five years, and I’ve got a bushel of children.” “How’s that?” “My name is Peck. I’ve got four children. Don’t four pecks make a bushel?” LOOKING BACKWARD. JUNIOR High School Alumni. When name of State is not given, it is Illinois. CLASS OF 77. Beers, (Jewett) Eva, Brady, (Haslett) Mary Giffin, Eva, (deceased). Griffin, L. Emma, Haslett, Eaton, merchant Kelley, (McKinstry) Sarah, Little, (Smithyman) Ida, Thompson, Clara, teacher, CLASS OF ’82. Corey, (Browm) Maggie, Moran, (Fitzgerald) Ella McDonough, (Hughes) Mary, class of ’92. Henry, (Chipman) Martha, McDaniels, Frances, teacher, Meinzer, (Kuighthart) Mary, Paradis, (Culver) Nora, Beins, (Biker) Florence, Watson, (Clark) Martha, class of ’93. DuMontelle, (Shrontz) Maud, Griffin, Norman, bank clerk, Griffin, Carrie, Kenrich. Jay, book keeper, Lamb, Bertha, teacher, Patrick, Maud, musician. Sweet, (Whitmore) Maude, CLASS of ’94. Buntain, C. M. Clay, attorney, Culver, Frank, draughtsman, Groves, Burr, clerk, Einseie, (Nichols) Ethel, Hoxie, Kansas Bose Lawn, Ind Momence Los Angeles, Cal Madison, S. D Grant Park Frankfort, Ind Marne, Iowa Chicago Avon, S. D Momence Cairo Momence i Chicago Momence Kankakee Grant Park Wolcott, Ind Momence Logansport, Ind Momence Kankakee Chicago Heights Sparta, Wis Chicago EAR BOOK. Krows, Balph, reporter, Longpre, Elmer, physician, Burch, (Simonds) May, Wilkinson, (Beins) Minnie, Wilkinson, John, book-keeper, Tacoma, Wash Kankakee Momence Kankakee (( CLASS OF ’95. Ellis, Gertrude, teacher, Freeman, Harry, dentist, Knaur, (Kious) Eva, Kinney, (Melby) Hilma, Patrick, Jessica, Pogue, Charles, monument dealer, Safford, Edmund T., book-keeper, Sanstrom, Samuel (deceased). Willis, Fred, restauranteur, Morocco, Ind Grant Park Momence Logansport, Ind Crawfordsville, Ind West Superior, Wis Chicago CLASS OF ’96. Campbell, Magdalene, Clarke, Elwyn J., instructor, Clark, Fred 0., clerk, Culver, May C., musician, Collier, (Drayer) Lena E., Gray, Jesse M., instructor, Griffin, Ernest, book-keeper, Landon, Clara, kindergarten teacher, Hoinke, (Buffington) May, Lane, Grayce, Momence Bolla, Mo Spring Valley Ortinville, Minn Oconto Falls, Wis Blairstown, N. J Grant Park Detroit, Mich St. Anne Momence CLASS OF ’98. Bigelow 7 , (Ingraham) Harriet E., Cleary, Will J., student, Dowling, Julia A., clerk, Durham, Bertha A., clerk, Fountaine, Bosilda, teacher, Dunn, (Gibson) Hattie May, Hansen, Henry L., clerk, Kelsey, J. Clare, draughtsman, Morgan , Carrie, O’Connell, (Simonds) Cora, O’Donnell, Delia, Los Angeles, Cal Bourbonnais Chicago ( East St. Louis Los Angeles, Cal Boise, Idaho Batavia Chicago Urich, Mo Momence JUNIOR CLASS OF ’99. Bukowski, Mary L., teacher, Momence Dennis, Harold, farmer, . Paradis, Edna, musician, Chicago Shaw, Norman, Toledo, Ohio Wagner, Josephine, clerk, Chicago Tabler, Clyde, book-keeper, Momence CLASS OF ’00. Babin, Mattie M., Momence Chamberlain, Amos, farmer, Cleary, James, clerk, i i Clarke, Carroll C., Chicago Culver, Florence, musician, Ortinville, Minn Dennis, Lena, Momence Dwyer, Nellie, teacher, Penfield Garrett, Leona, Momence Gibeault, Phoebe, teacher, i Harris, Will, farmer, Grant Park Johnson, Junia, teacher, Crete Coleman, (Lamport) Georgia, Brazil, Ind Morgan, Stephen, (deceased). Porter, (McKee) Bessie, Champaign Porter, Edward, student, ( Parmely, Idella, teacher, St. Anne Rice, Belle, teacher, Momence Willis, Fred, postal clerk, i Wallace, (Lamport) May, Grant Park CLASS OF ’01. Brady, Mamie, teacher, Rose Lawn, Ind Burchard, Olive, teacher, Grant Park Hartman, (Clark) Frances, Momence Jackson, (Drayer) Alma J., Columbus, Ohio Dwyer, Josie V., teacher, Penfield Force, Ida M., teacher, Independence, Kansas Gregoire, (Smith) Birdie S., Kankakee Kelsey, Wayne, farmer, East Spokane, Wash Nadoini, Clara L., clerk, Momence Porter, George N., student, Terre Haute, Ind BOOK Smith, (Thurber) Lucelia M., Weaver, L. Ethel, teacher, CLASS of ’02. Grant Park Bradley Cleary, Jennie M., teacher, Cleary, Elizabeth C., teacher, Dennis, Laura J., teacher, Pittman, (Freeman) Blanche M., Gibeanlt, Joseph A., merchant, Gibson, Laura J., nurse, Hanson, Anna M., teacher, Kious, Maysie A., teacher, Nelson, Phoebe J., teacher Porter, Ezra B., student, Seaman, Grace M., student, Sergeant, (Vane) Estella, CLASS OF ’03. Momence (i i c i l Villa Grove Momence i i i 11 Terre Haute, Ind Northwestern University Momence Baechler, Martha E., teacher, Bennett, Edith, book-keeper, Chipman, (Dayton) Flora M., Garrett, Frank W., teacher, Gray, Esther, stenogragher, Hanson, Sarah H., teacher, Miller, Blendena, student, Parish, Varnum A., teacher, Porter, Ivy B., teacher, Porter, Niles I,, teacher, Searls, Marion E., teacher, Spry, Carrie, clerk, Wheeler, (Dayton) Edna J., Weaver, Bonnibell O., telephone operator, Wilson, Blanche M., teacher, CLASS of ’04 Castleton Grant Park Momence i i ( (( University of Chicago Momence Lake Village, Ind Hopkins Park Momence Morocco, Ind Kankakee Momence Grant Park Clarke, Carrie L., student, Cleary, Edward, student, Chipman, Viola, clerk, Crosby, Lloyd, farmer, Crosby, Sadie A , Gibeault, Myrtle, stenographer, Hess, Ina M., teacher, University of Illinois University of Notre Dame Kankakee St. Anne (( Momence 11 JUNIOR Kelsey, Leigh, farmer, Peterson, Agnes, teacher, Parmelv, Clyde, student, Templeton, Anna, student, Thurber, (Croman) Laura, Vanlnwagen, Frank, student, Wennerholm, Marie, Willis, Gilbert A., teacher, Wilson, Clara, teacher, CLASS Bennett, Georgia, student, Dwyer, Stella, teacher, Garrett, S. Jay, teacher, Garrett, Jessie, teacher, Selby, Hallie A., student, Tabler, Virginia C., student, Vane, Lola M., teacher, East Spokane, Wash Momence University of Illinois DePauw University Grant Park University of Illinois Momence Grant Park F ’05. University of Chicago Penfield Momence I. S. N. U., Normal Waterman Hall, Sycamore Momence BOOK. Teacher—“ Johnny, what tense is it when I say, ‘ I am beautiful ? ’ ” Johnny—“ Past.” A fly and a flea in a flue were imprisoned. Now what could they do ? Said the fly, “ Let us flee,” Said the flea, “ Let us fly,” And they flew through a flaw in the flue. A little boy was taken down the harbor by his father, and saw for the first time a large steamer towed by a puff¬ ing little tug, with an immense hawser connecting the two. “Oh, papa!” he shouted in excitement, “See! The big boat has the little one by the tail, and he’s squealing!” Teacher—“Nellie, I’m afraid you didn’t study your les¬ son. What will you do without an education?” Nellie, (aged six)—“Oh, I’ll be a teacher and make other giris study.” JUNIOR -FOR- D elicious Ice Cream Soda —go TO— RODEN CONE, The Druggists. First National Bank. Momence, Illinois. OFFICERS: Ed. Chipman, President. W. P. Watson, Vice President. J. J. Kirby, Cashier. John L. Cleary, Ass’t Cashier. BOOK. STYLES BROS., Hardware, Implements, Wapns and Bougies. STOVES AND PUMPS. PLUMBING. George B. Millar, Dealer in Staple - and - Fancy - Groceries, FRESH AND SALT MEATS, Berries, Vegetables. Oysters, Fish and Game in Season. Drugs and Paints, Oils and Medicines. Weill reaper. R. L. EDWARDS, DRUGGIST. Cigars and Perfumes and Tobaccos. ' Toilet Articles R. E. MOON, DENTIST. Office Corner Range and Front Streets, Momence, III. JUNIOR A hold-up man was recently captured and had in his possession 180 watches. In scheduling the stolen prop¬ erty these are the order of the makes: 73 Waltham watches, 98 Elgin watches, 9 miscellaneous makes. There were only two cases out of the entire lot that were not either Boss, Crescent, Crown, or Royal. What does it mean? We didn’t hold up the hold-up man and make him take these makes. He must have known the best. We keep all of them all of the time. Very truly yours, L. S. HICKS SON, Watch Inspectors for the Frisco System and the 1 .1. M. BOOK. PLUMBING STEAM AND HOT WATER HEATING CHAS. B. ASTLE, momence, ill. HESS 6c GARRETT Lumber, Coal and Grain We have the agency for the celebrated Hastings British Columbia Jointed Edge Red Cedar shingles, not kiln dried. Every shingle perfect. Also manufacture Concrete Building Block, a thing of beauty and a joy forever. Office near C., I. S. Depot. Momence, III JUNIOR District Oratorical Contest. The District Oratorical Contest was held Friday night, May ii, at Decatur. There were twelve contestants from different High Schools. This was one of five preliminary contests to be held in five different districts of the state. The winners of first and second places in each to these preliminaries have the right to enter the State Contest at Champaign May 18. The contest was held in the E. A. Gastman school Friday night. There was quite a large attendance and the evening was enjoyed by all. Each of the twelve contestants did well. The averages were given both on the composition and the delivery of the orations. The first place was awarded to Vallie 0 . Appel of Springfield, while Fred Railsback of Normal, got second. The winning oration was entitled, Immigration and its Evils.” The second prize oration was The Dawn of Political Reform.” Third place was awarded to Don¬ ald F. Harrison of Urbana. There were two contestants from Kankakee county, Frank Cleary of Momence, and Perry Day of Kankakee. Although neither received prizes, yet they were a credit to their respective schools. The judges were Mrs. C. A. Gille, Dr. W. H. Penhallegon and John A. Montgomery, all of Decatur. The winner of the first prize at the final contest will re¬ ceive a gold medal valued at $30.00, and the second and third prize winners will get silver medals. BOOK. Queen Quality Shoes Are the height of perfection in the shoemaker’s art. Twelve to fifteen different styles constantly in stock. Oxfords, $2.50 to $3.00 Shoes, $3.00 to $3.50 SOLD ONLY IN OUR SHOE DEPARTMENT W. L. CLAPSADLE In Buying Groceries Cleanliness, freshness aud purity are always considered. It is our endeavor to please you not only in these respects, but in regard to price as well. Kindly lend us your en- couragement. L _ £ WORDEN, Tel. 17 R. Momenoe, III. There is only one BE 1 ST PLACE in Momence to buy Dry Goods, Carpets and Ladies’ Ready-to-Wear Garments AND THAT ' S AT HACK’S OF COURSE and Oxfords JUNIOR WATSON OLEARY -Dealers in Stable - and - Fancy - Groceries, PROVISIONS, CROCKERY, WOODEN WILLOW WARE. Boots , Shoes , C oues and Mittens. w -Agents for- Pillbury’s and Washburn’s FLOUR w«m CKXKJtKJ Large Orders Always Filled On Basis of Chicago Prices. Give U s Q Gall. BOOK. LANE, PHOTOGRAPHER, MOMENCE, ILL. i JUNIOR IX C. HIKER’S White Front Clothing -House. Mrs. Vondersmith, Dealer in Millinery Goods ft n cl - - Eadies’ Furnishings. At the old Bank Building, Momence, 11 linois. BOOK. L. W. CALKINS SON, dealers in Dry Goods. Groceries. Fancy Lamps. Dinnerware. Salt Smoked Meats. Rubber Footwear. We have just added a new line of Ladies’ “ Radcliff ” Shoes. We warrant our goods to please our trade. Call us up— ’Phone Main 18, Red. We Solicit Your Personal Visits Daily.