Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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Robert M. Dennis Geo. B. Ferree Fred H. Evans J. Monroe Hayden Edgar Jensen Robert M. Dennis: Treasurer Senior class, 15; member Zetalethean society. Geo. B. Ferree: Graduated from Junior class at Grant Park, 14; member Basket Ball team, ’ 1 4-’ 1 5. Fred H. Evans: Graduated from Junior class. Grant Park H. S., ’14. J. Monroe Hayden: Graduated from Junior class. Grant Park H. S., 14. Edgar Jensen: Vice-President Class of 15; mem¬ ber of orchestra, ’13-14; member of Track Team, 1 4- I 5 ; manager Basket Ball team ’15. Charles A. Stevens: Treasurer Sophomore class ’13; president Junior class ’14; president Athletic As¬ sociation ’14; Captain Basket Ball team ’14; treasurer Lecture Course ’14; president Senior class ’15; presi¬ dent Athletic Association ’15.

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Hilton C. Nichols Viola Evans Clay Hayden Elva L. DuBricLg-e Phillip M. Sweet Hilton C. Nichols: Sergeant-at-Arms Twentieth Century Society, First Semester ’13; president Twen¬ tieth Century Society, Second Semester ’13; vice-presi¬ dent Twentieth Century Society 14; winner local ex¬ tempore and County extempore cups 14; Year Book leader 14; member Elite Society ’15. Viola Evans: Graduated from Junior class Grant Park H. S. ’ 1 4. Clay Hayden: Captain Basket Ball team ’15; cap¬ tain Track Team ’14; president Alethenai Society ’14; Athletic Editor Year Book 14; captain Foot Ball Team 13; treasurer Alethenai Society ’13; vice-presi¬ dent Alethenai society ’12; president of class ’12; treasurer Alethenai society ’12. Elva L. DuBridge: Ex-member Alethenai society ; member Zetalethean Society. Phillip M. Sweet: Business manager “Optimatis” 1 3-’ 14; secretary-treasurer M. FI. S. A. A. ’ 1 3-’ 1 4 and ’ 1 4-’ 1 5.

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Just A Glance. T. L. PETERSEN, ’15. The last warning whistle had sounded, friends bade friends a tearful farewell, the gang-plank was drawn up, and the steamer, Marguerite, which had been repaired and in use the last ten years, slowly plowed its way out of the harbor, and the greatest ambition of my life was slowly being fulfilled. I was taking a long wished-for journey. I was leaving Momence, after long, monotonous years spent there since graduation, and was crossing the Kankakee to attend a house-party given by Margaret Nel¬ son to all her old classmates, at Sandbur Cottage, in the sandridges near Hopkins Park. As we sailed across the blue expanse of water, Momence, the place where the old Class of ’15 had passed so many delightful hours, slowly faded from yiew. The towers of the old school house, whose ancient halls still echoed with the sounds of “lofty cheer,” disappeared, and I turned with almost a sigh of regret to enter my stateroom when I was startled by hearing one of the sailors rush toward me with outstretched hand. “Why, hello, Pete! Where in the world did you come from? How did you leave things in your part of Mo¬ mence?” Well, you can imagine my surprise when I saw it was —Edgar Jensen. Of course we had a good many things to talk over, not having met for several years, for he lived more in the business district and I in one of the suburbs of Momence. He was now working his passage over on the Marguerite during his vacation from his duties as chef at Theodore’s restaurant, where his hamburgers were the delight of all the patrons. He was also on his way to the house-party. “And did you know Aimee was on board, also?” he asked. “No, indeed! Is she?” I cried incredulously. “What has she been doing all these years?” “Why, you kno-w she is one of the head waitresses,” (I later learned that she was the only waitress,) “at our res¬ taurant. But here she is, and can tell you all about her¬ self.” Sure enough, here came Aimee, and she was ac¬ companied by Ruth Boswell, who was parlor maid of the ship’s chief saloon. “Welcome to our pleasant city,” they shouted, as they caught sight of me. “And are there any more of us on board?” they inquired later when greetings were a thing of the past. “I’m sure I don’t know,” said Edgar, “we might travel over the boat and see. “I saw Phillip in the bank yester¬ day; he is cashier at Heartbreaker’s, you know, and he said he was going to Sandbur Cottage today, but I don’t know whether on this boat or not. But let me introduce you to our captain.” He led us to the cabin where he introduced us to the first woman to become the captain of a ship. It was Lucy Brown! For she was ‘captain of the Marguerite that sails