Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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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.”

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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.

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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.”