Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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JUNIOR CLASS FIRST ROW—Aimee Bigelow, Gertrude Smith, Ruth Hansen, Lucy Brown. SECOND ROW—Margaret Nelson, Hazel McConnell, Margaret Greenwalt, Lucille Peterson, Elva Dubridge, Kath¬ erine Peterson, Pauline Nichols. THIRD ROW—Hilton Nichols, Clay Hayden, Janies Kir bey, Robert Dennis, Charles Stevens, Philip Sweet. FIRST ROW—William Clapsaddle, Fred Melby, Joe Fingerhut.

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f—I 1 9 1 Ar ' Junior Class Roll. OFFICERS. Charles Steevens, - - - President James Kirby, - Vice-President Lucile Peterson - - - Secretary Philip Sweet, - Treasurer MEMBERS. Robert Dennis Clay Hayden Philip Sweet James Kirby Margaret Greenawalt Hazel McConnell Margaret Nelson Lucile Peterson Colors—Crimson and Grey. Hilton Nichols Charles Steevens Aimee Bigelow Elva DuBridge Ruth Hansen Pauline Nichols Catherine Peterson Gertrude Smith Flower—Sweet Pea. Motto—Do Others Before You Do Yourself.

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Is I I—i 19 14 - The Cruel Street Car Company. By HARRY WIECHEN. N a beautiful moonlight evening John Thompson was walking along a lonely street in one of our large cities. He felt elated because he and Ara¬ bella White were going to the opera together. He had a walk of ten blocks to the nearest car tracks, but he did mind this; in fact he enjoyed it. The sidewalks were good, and the moon was as bright as day. The night would have been perfect in every way had it not been for the sultry warmth caused by a morning of heavy rain. About seven blocks from the car line he was compelled to walk by a large isolated building that stood several rods from the street, surrounded by a high stone wall. Every person experiences an uncanny sensation when passing a building of this sort, for it was a private sanita¬ rium for the insane. As he walked along enjoying the somber beauty of the summer evening, he suddenly became conscious of a soft, stealthy tread on the sidewalk behind him. On turniug around, he was very much frightened to find himself look¬ ing into the glittering eyes of a mad-man. Thinking it best to mind his own business, Thompson started to walk on with reserved haste, as he was fearful of attracting the disapproval of the mad-man whom he saw to be a man of great size. A cold shiver ran down Thompson’s back when he perceived that the mad-man was still behind him. He realized that his only hope lay in reaching the street car track, for he was in a new addi¬ tion and the houses were either half built or just finished and for sale. Thompson increased his pace gradually, expecting each moment to feel the weight of a ponderous hand upon his shoulder and to find himself whirled back face to face with those glittering eyes. Behind him he could hear the steady footfalls of his pursuer. It seemed to him that he could hear the fiendish chuckle of the mad-man as he gloated to himself while considering the most delicious way to murder his victim. At last he heard the clang of a bell, and an empty street car rolled into sight and stopped at the terminus. But Thompson was still four blocks away and the blocks were long ones—miles long, it seemed to him at the time. The perspiration trickled down his pale face in streams as he quickened his pace to the last notch possible. The car switched around to the other track and stopped. On, on Thompson went. Would it wait for him? Would it see him helpless at the mercy of a mad-man? Three blocks more! He could see the crew of the car lounging on the seats waiting for the time to start. But he could also hear the loud breathing of the man behind him; the air fairly hissed through his clenched teeth. Two blocks! A solitary passenger got on and the crew slouched to their places. In a moment the car would start! Thompson could contain himself no longer. The fear of being left behind was greater than the fear of be-