Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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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

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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.

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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.’