Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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GORDINIER STRATTON SNOW E. MILLS METCALF LAW B. CREMER VANE GARRETT NELSON BARSALOU WALKER PORTER COLLAR SELBY GRABE LILLY ASTLE

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Junior Year Book The Junior Class. U-rah!—U-rah!—Urah!—ren! Momence High School 1910! To-day is the beginning of the school year of old M. H. S., and I do believe it has given me the bines to think I am finished there and am not going back, and I always dream when I have the blues. The stars are just begin¬ ning to twinkle in the sky as I seat myself on a wide step of the veranda, and it makes me think of our class so lately graduated and how the stars of 1910 will soon be appearing in the heavens. So dreaming I sit alone gazing after the strange little stars. My eyes wander half-closed over the wide expanse above when suddenly they sight a group that are fast appearing, far away from the rest, noticeably marked 1910’s. Perhaps its this that makes my dulled senses seem to see into the distance or perhaps —but the stars in the group interest me only now. How odd they are and yet how like us. Ah! my eye falls on one. It is especially brilliant but more especially large. Oh! in an instant I know that constellation. It is Eva, Yes, I am sure it is Eva Lilly for she was never known to be small and even in her High School days her wonderful voice warned us all that she would be a most brilliant star some day. And we must always fulfill people’s expecta¬ tions. But the group seems to have gathered around a moderately large star that seems to be the center of attrac¬ tion. Why— how like a class meeting that bunch seems. I have it the attraction is the honored president, Howard Walker, just opening a meeting and my dream is almost broken by a roll of thunder that shakes the sky as he hammers for order. However it is too interesting to waken now even if a storm is approaching. For a moment I must think, who that can be so earnestly taking down notes of all the motions and otherwise important business of this most illustrious gathering. It must be Mary Law, the secretary I am sure it is she. Some stars are always ss much more noticeable you know than others and such a one is the one I am about to describe. The very star seems to have a tallness to it if that could be possible and it surely is in this case. If it is not George Grabe from Sollitt, nodding and beckening as he gives the class a sample of his oratory. He surely has not grown shorter. Now what has happened — I see—a star leaving—what is it she she says? She must be leaving for she has to drive home yet, for you see she lives in the country. It is Irma Gordinier and as she leaves another dark-haired star leaves too. It must be Elsie, for quite often she rode home with Irma rather than walk. A great commotion is suddenly being created by another dark haired star. She is coming forward and in her hand (she) carries a large purse. My, if its not the treasurer. How could I have been so slow in recognizing, my chum, Irene Garrett.

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Junior Year Book They crowd around the contents of the bag, the wealth of the class is counted. After this a small, light haired star, Edna Vane, I believe, rises and moves the meeting adjourn. It does so, but first the president announces something and as the class saunters away, the staff is left. But among the stars departing I note two dark haired girls and they must be Mabel Snow and Gladys Collar, for the former has a Virgil tucked under her arm as she often did in the dear old school days. It all seems so real. Well, if there is not a star hastening away as fast as he can and evidently trying to escape before he is seen. It is the Editor-on-Grinds, or Harold Nelson, as usual cutting staff meeting. So now the Year Book staff is left. But every one seems in a hurry. The Editor-in-Chief, just as he always did, opens the meeting and does most of the talking except when the rest butt in. Now the business manager, Grace Porter, is speaking. She must be going for it is getting late and there is a long drive home before her. And now the only other boy is going. Its the Editor-on-Athletics. Neil Metcalf, and he must go, as there are notes to be got¬ ten on the latest game in the High School. So the meet¬ ing is broken up and the Assistant Editor thinks she too must be going. Thus the smallest only in size of the stars of the group glides away, Beulah Cremer. So the Editor is left and gathering his books up he passes from view T . The sky has growm dark and gloomy for all those shining lights have passed along, starting on their life wanderings. A distant rumble jars on my ear, a drop of iiag? ifftftmi rain lightly touches my cheek and I start up and run for the house, giggling at the absurdity of my dream started by star gazing and the distant thunder. Louise Astle, TO.