Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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Lucy Hupp doing her best to convert a crowd of tiny heathens. Such patience was a credit to the class. Now I gazed into southern Italy. I saw a modern col¬ lege in Naples, and there was Jack Clegg presiding over a Domestic Science class. He seemed to enjoy the work as he explained to the class how to bake bread. What time will do! In the same city I could see on one of the bill boards that the celebrated American toe dancer, Miss Florence Pittman, and the wonderful skirt dancer, Ruth Johnson, would entertain in that city the rest of the week. How I wished that I could have seen them! As mere children they had been a wonder, and I felt sure that they would some day be famous. From sunny Italy the scene changed to Ireland. What was this I could see? A divorce court! There stood Mr. and Mrs. Ray Cook, Mr. Cook was applying for a divorce from his wife nee Alice Hardy. I wondered on what grounds; he swore that his wife who had become the great¬ est gymnast of the age, had persisted in practicing her exercises on him, The Judge decided that was sufficient cause for divorce. The next scene was in Scotland where John Gelino in his studio, was putting the finishing touches on his master¬ piece, ‘‘My Ideal.” I had always wondered what John’s ideal was, and now I know. The visions faded and the little fairy, with a bow and a wave of her wand, disappeared into the fountain. Gladys Jackson. PAGE TW ENTYONE junior Class Poem. We’ve studied and played and fought, (In about equal measure I fear!) And told the teachers just what we thot.; Thruout our Junior year. Our tasks have been many and hard, But the future we see is bright To each struggling Fresh we’ve been a pard, And treated the Seniors right. All hail to the Junior Class! We’re granted a glorious name And as thru the world we pass, We’ll gain men’s tribute-fame. R. R. Smith

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PAGE TWENTY Junior Class Prophecy. ne sunny day in the summer of 1930, while on my tour of the British Isles, I chanced to stop in a quiet little park in Southern England. While resting near a fountain, a dainty little fairy, dressed in the finest of silvery gauze and holding a golden wand in her hand, stepped from out the bubbling water and stood before me. I gazed at her in amazement and was astonished beyond words, when she spoke in a low, sweet voice saying, “Make one wish and it shall be granted. That very morning, I had been think¬ ing of the wonderful class of ’17, so 1 requested that the kind fairy tell me about each member. She said, “It shall be as you wish. ’ As I sat with folded hands awaiting results, a beautiful mountain loomed up before me and I at once recognized the dear old Rockies of the United States. Nestled in a little ravi ne was a modern bungalow overgrown with red roses. Martina Condon, looking contented and happy, was strolling through the flower garden that surrounded the house. I could see that she still enjoyed her own company as in days of old. Across the mountains, I saw a small mining town. On a shingle tacked above the door of a tiny building was written, “Sheriff ' s Office. Dorothy Durham, in true western costume, stood before the office ready to mount her prancing steed, probably to ride in pursuit of some desperado. The scene then changed to the slums of Chicago, and I could see Lulu Knaur and Anna Johnson, now Salvation Army Helpers, distributing food and clothing among the poor families. On the corner near a large building stood a policewoman. Imagine my surprise when I discovered it to be Irene Lunt. She was evidently looking for some¬ thing to do. The occasion presented itself when s suffra¬ gette began breaking plate glass windows. I was very much horrified when I found the breaker of the law to be Amy Mattocks. I was very much interested and watched the policewoman take her charge to the Police Station. There in the magistrate ' s chair sat Ellen Johnson looking very stern, and determined to do her duty. The next scene was at a fashionable bachelor ' s club in New York. I could see presiding over a meeting, the popu¬ lar Vivien Edwards of High School days. Across the door was their motto “Girls Keep Away. Vivien the president of such a club! Will wonders never cease? We had all thought “Viv would be a second Robert Burns. The vision changed to the banks of the Amazon, and I was very much amused at Victor Taylor scrambling up a tree in what seemed to be a vain attempt to capture a rare species of the monkey family. I was anxious to see the results, but the scene changed to a crowded concert hall in Paris where Silas Storrs was holding a great audience spell¬ bound with a wonderful piano selection. I could see where Paderewski was dethroned. The next picture was in Congo State of southern Africa. I wondered what member of our class could have chosen that as his home. Much to my surprise, I saw Richard Smith seated comfortably in a palace wearing the golden, diamond crown of a king. Richard had always been ambitious of attaining great heights. In a little village near by I saw

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PAGE TWENTY-TWO (Elaaa (i)fttri ' ra President Grace Styles Vice-President John Condon Secretary-Treasurer Robert Nichols Historian Harold McKee S ' udent. Council Willabelle Wiltse Motto —Knowledge is Power. Flower —Chrysanthemum. Colors —Pale Bine and Yellow. Ben jam in, Lawrence Bradley, Edith Bradley, Howard Boudreau, Agnes Cant way, Verne Condon, John Faucher, Evelyn Fedde, Wilhelmina Graves, Harold (EUtaa Mall Hayden, Lucy Hyrup, Rose Lamport, Edith Lunt, Belle McKee, Harold Nelson, Lura Nichols, Robert Porter, Ruth Renstrom, Lawrence Smith, Dorothy Smith, Norma Styles, Grace Styles, Marion Timm, Ida West, Geogia Wiltse, Willabelle Younglove, Gladys