Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

Page 23 text:

8 n|ilmuum ' (ttlass. 1st Row W. Fedde, H. Bradley, M. Styles, Grace Styles, V. Cantway, I. Timm. 2nd Row - Lulu Nelson, Norma Smith. 3rd Row - Edith Lamport, L. Renstrom, W. Wiltse, R. Porter, R. Hyrup. 4th Row —Belle Lunt, H. McKee 5th Row — L. Benjamin, E. Bradley, J. Condon, E. Faucher, A. Boudreau. 6th Row—G. Younglove, L. Hayden, H. Graves, D. Smith, R. Nichols, G. West.

Page 22 text:

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

Page 24 text:

PAGE TWENTY-FOUR Sophomore T was in the year of 1925, and Harold Graves and I were Seniors in Harvard. It was the day before the annual tank meet between Harvard and Yale. Harold being our star sw immer, I thought I would go to his room and see how he felt. I opened the door and there sat Harold amidst a eloud of cigarette smoke. “Why, Bud, are you smoking those horrid things’!” I exclaimed. “Yes, Mutt,” he replied sheepishly, “because it takes me back to the days of old M. H. S. again. Have one.” The next day dawned bright and clear. All Harvard was joyous, for they expected Harold to win over Yale with ease. The meet was to start at ten o’clock, and at half past nine the Yale men began to arrive. I noticed one little fellow who was treated with great respect by all, and on inquiring found him to be their star swimmer. At the appointed time, the swimmers lined Tip at the tank and waited for the gun. Bang! went the gun; splash went the swimmers as they struck the water in unison. Back and forth they raced; first Harold ahead, then the Yale man. Near the finish the little fellow was in the lead. All the Yale rooters went wild and shouted, “Go it, Connie, pass him!” “Connie,” I repeated a few times, could it be?—and it was! For an instant his face turned towards me, and that instant was enough. For there was Condon a full length ahead. I arose from my seat and shouted: “Go it Ziggy!” at a boy, ass Prophecy. Hoppie! 77 I was the first one to shake hands with him, and he was certainly surprised to see Harold and me. To celebrate the occasion, I invited them to dine with me that night. On entering the restaurant, whom should I see perched on a high stool taking cash but Lawrence Renstrom. He tried to short change us, but after John 4 ' Biffed 77 him, he was ready to come across. As that was the last day of school, we decided to take a trip abroad to see the ruins of the late war. We were to sail on the steamship, Rondo. 77 On arriving at the pier we saw a big burly baggage smasher with a huge trunk on his back. On seeing us, he dropped his trunk and came running toward us. At once we recognized him to be Lawrence Benjamin. He warned us not to go on that boat because all the crew were women. On hearing this, Bud was more auxious to sail than ever. On boarding the ship, we saw Grace Styles in a captain 7 s uniform. In one hand she held a belaying pin, and in the other a spy glass. She then introduced me to the crew. Belle Lunt was cabin girl, Wilhelmina was first mate, Evelyn Faucher was steward, Rose Hyrup second mate, and Marion Styles lookout. How she could crawl up the ropes to the crow 7 s nest so gracefully was marvelous. Presently the ship began to sail out of the harbor. About a quarter of a mile from shore, in a little skiff sat Helen Sharkey spearing sharks. On entering the cabin, we saw Lucy Hayden accompanied by a distinguished looking gen¬ tleman. We recognized him as a former Freshman. We were about ten miles out at sea when the lookout