Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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Sophomore Class Prophecy. Ity GEItALD MANZER. NE day as I was going to my residence on Pine street, New York, I chanced to see a very tall gentleman laboring over a foot-pump. As I came nearer to him, he looked up and I recognized it to be Fred Melby and his Ford. After a hearty hand-shake I asked him what he was doing in New York. He informed me that he had secured a position as agent for the above company and he was now to tour Europe in his Ford. I asked him to dine with me, but he said he didn’t have time. I ac¬ companied him to the dock and asked him what had be¬ come of the Class of ’16. Fred was able to give all the needed information. Fay Ault was at the head of the Ag¬ ricultural School of Illinois. Joe Fingerhut had succeed¬ ed his father in business on Range street, in Momence, and was now competing in the latest styles in tailoring. Hazel Taylor had become an author and had already fin¬ ished several books, which had been published. Mildred Storrs had become head nurse in the Cook County hos¬ pital. Viola DuFrain was the first woman police of Mo¬ mence, and was filling her office very nicely. Leora Bish¬ op was teaching advanced Latin to post-graduates in the High school. Paul Nelson had entered the “ring” and had received the championship of Illinois. Clara Dixon was playing the part of “Ophelia” in Hamlet, now being- played in one of New York’s newest theatres. Glenn Clark had just completed a new Geometry book, and had proved several new propositions which were to be used in the new High school. Irene Lunt and Alta Carse had bought out Lanoue’s barbershop and were making a for¬ tune, as lady barbers had become very popular. William Clapsadle had taken up “ministry” and could be heard every Sunday in the First Baptist church delivering one of his wonderful sermons to his immense congregation. Dorothy Styles had taken up the study of English and had become the English instructor. Florence Bright, Elva Turrell and Marie Seavey had put up a new theatre and were making a fortune in the moving picture business, as Florence sold the tickets, Elva operated the machine, while Marie filled the hearts of the crowd with her music. Lyle Brown had proved herself well equal to Jane Ad- dams. As for Harding Fedde, we all knew he would make something great. He became an architect and was build¬ ing up-to-date school buildings in all parts of the United States. Then Fred looked at his watch. It was almost time for the boat to leave, and I then asked him about Martha Searls. “Oh yes,” he replied, “she is going to meet me at Liverpool and tour Europe with me.” After saying good-bye, he soon disappeared in the crowd on deck.

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SOPHOMORE CLASS SECOND ROW—Hazel Taylor, Marie Seavcy, Martha S earls, Mildred Storrs, Elva Turrell, Florence Bright, Viola Dufrain. THIRD ROW—Leora Bishop, Clara Dixon, Gladys Jackson, Alta Carse, Ethel Clark, Irene Lunt, Dorothy Styles, FOURTH ROW—Gerald Manzer, Paul Nelson, Fay Ault, Glenn Clark, Harding Fedde.

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99 I—i . 9 14- “The Experiences of Ephriaxn Newrich By VIOLA DUFRAIN. jayPHRIAM NEWRICH was a young man of twenty- on e years. As he had always lived on a farm he lacked city culture. Recently his parents had died leaving him a large fortune. He had a very confidential friend in London of whom he asked advice and it was on such an occasion that he now entered Mr. Harold De- Vere’s office. “Howdy, Eph! Where are you headed for dressed in your Sunday clothes? Is it a wedding or a funeral?” “Neither,” replied Ephriam. “I’m headed for society. Think I’ll ever get there?” “You!” exclaimed DeVere. “Well of all things! I thot you was cut out for a farmer. Well, of all things, Eph!” “But I mean business,” argued Ephriam. “Now I’ve money and am all alone, I think I ought to be looking around for a woman, some one to share it with me, don’t you?” I ought to get into some sort of society and get one that knows something. Now, what do you think about it? What is the first thing to do?” “Order three new fancy suits, a hat or two, and, say, I don’t suppose you have any visiting cards, have you? You ought to have some of them. Here, take this card and run over to the printing office there and get some. My card says ‘Harold DeVere, Iona House, Portsmouth Square,’ but you want to change this for yours.” “Whew! That’ll cost considerable, but being as you say so I suppose I’d better.” The next morning as DeVere was sitting in his dressing- room at breakfast, a servant brought in on a salver a card bearing “Ephriam Newrich, I own 23 Houses, London.” “Hello, Eph,” said DeVere trying in vain to keep back a smile, “you made a slight mistake. ‘Iona’ is the name of my house, and you will have to get more cards printed. “More cards?” asked Ephriam, “all those cards go to waste?” DeVere then gave him another sample card. “Say, Eph, couldn’t you come over tonight and I’ll give you a knock-down to a young lady?” DeVere gave him a feAv simple directions and he departed. When night came, Ephriam came slowly to the Iona House. Altho he was quite frightened he went thru the formal introduction. The young lady was very pretty. Ephriam thought that this was his chance. Since he could not think of much to say, he agreed with everything that was said. During the dinner Mrs. DeVere, in referring to the meat, said, “Isn’t it a shame that the poor little calf had to be killed so young that we might have meat?” “Yes,” replied Ephriam, “it is tough.” Considering all things, Ephriam thought that he knew everything about etiquette. He was greatly in love with Miss Susanna Katerina Jones of 1748 Jefferson street. The next day Ephriam walked down Jefferson street trying to get up enough courage to stop at 1748. He thought he could do this and he walked up to the door