Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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Page Number 14 THE JUNIOR YEAR BOOK (Enmuu ' urrnmtt Metk lExmtara The Senior Class of Momence High School invites you to its Commencement Exercises. Baccalaureate Address by Rev. R. M. Wood, at the Baptist Church, Sunday Evening, May 29, 1910. ©ammencrment program, Jffrtfcag burning, 3mt? 3, 1910, at B o’rlark at JH. £. (Etjurrtj. 1. 2 . 3. 4. 5 . 6 . 7 . 8. March, by ... Invocation, by . . Music, Piano Duet, by Commencement Address, by Presentation of Diplomas, by Presentation of Class Memorial, by Acceptance of Class Memorial, by Music, by . . . , . Miss Helen Kirby .Rev. J. E. Connor . Jean and Carrie Bigelow . John E. Nollen President Lake Forest College Mr. P. J. Cleary, Seo’y Board of Education Mr. Gteore Gtrabe, Pres, of Seniors . Mr. Earl Brown, Pres, of Juniors . . . . High School Class

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THE JUNIOR YEAR BOOK Page Number 15 Junior Class Prophesy “I’ve been wondering about our old class in the high school, I said to my husband, as we sat at our cozy little supper table, one night in 1920, “And I’ve decided to go to see that Madame Sembriche down on Blank street. Will you take me down there tonight?” “What do you think SHE can tell you about your old class ? ” “Why, she’s a spiritual medium and she’s the real thing, not a fake. She can make the spirits tell her.” He laughed, but stopped with me at Madame Sem¬ briche’s on his way down town, promising to call for me later. I was shown into a beautiful apartment, by a neat little maid. The room was fur nished in Oriental style, with with very rich rugs and hangings. In about five minutes Madame Sembriche entered. She was a tall, black gowned woman of striking appear¬ ance. I could not see her features plainly at first, hut she suddenly turned so that the light fell on her face, and I nearly fainted. It was Ethel Dwyer, my old High school friend. She recognized me at. once and we had a long chat about old times. She finally consented to try to call up her “spooks,” and to ask them about our old class. (She did not call them that, she called them her “guides.”) She put out all the lights except one near her, which was turned very low. I felt a little uncomfortable, hut I said nothing. For a long time there was not a sound in the room. Then suddenly she broke into a little rip¬ pling laugh. “I see it all very plainly. Now, don’t move or you will spoil it all. “There is a large, gloomy old castle in England. The drawing room is very brilliantly lighted. A beautiful woman, with sparkling eyes, is seated at the piano play¬ ing. The jewels on her hands and in her hair flash in the light. Now she has stopped playing, and the people flock around her, calling her Lady Greyson, and compli¬ menting her on her playing. Now she is turning this way. Why, it is Carrie Bigelow. “She was a famous performer on the American stage, before she married the Englishman. She had quite a little romance of her own.” A long pause followed, then— “Now I see a ranch in Arizona. A cowboy comes dashing up, and catches his pretty little wife in his arms and they walk off together. It is Albert Burtt. He came here when he graduated from high school, and has grown rich and owns this great ranch. His one weak¬ ness is dancing, and he gives a dance almost every week, to which everyone for miles around are invited, and where many successful matches have been struck. “Now I see a large building, but I do not know what it is. Oh, Yes! It is an electric plant. An expert is examining the machinery. He earns $15 a day and is growing rich. He is known to be the best authority in the world on electricity. There is something familiar about him. Yes, T thought so. Tt is Earl Brown. Don’t you remember how he used to he always fooling with electricity in the high school? “Now it is a fashionable shop in Paris. A number of finely dressed ladies are looking at the gowns and hats on display. One of them asks for Madame Princeton, the owner of the establishment. She enters, a beautiful woman with glorious auburn hair, done up in the latest style. It is Capitola Hanson! She is a fashion expert. ‘ ‘ A street in a large city is filled with men and wom¬ en, who are listening to a little woman on a box. She