Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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bellowed, “Sail, ho?’ 7 At once the captain put the glass to her eye and muttered, “Pirates, as I live.” “All hands on deck.” was the next command. But too late, the pirates were upon us and over our rail they clambered, But brave Captain Styles never left the spot. She knocked them right and left until they retreated to their ships, but left three of their gang wounded on our deck. On looking closer, we recognized them as Robert, Vern, and Howard. They were set free for the sake of the class of “18.” Enroute we were entertained by troop singers. The leading ones were Laura, Agnes, and Norma. After many days of sailing, we arrived at Liverpool. On the dock was an old, dilapidated Ford, which had a sign on it, “Jitney bus.” In the front seat sat Dorothy Smith. On going a little further up the street on a corner we saw Wilabelle playing a grind organ, while Gladys Younglove, dressed as a monkey, collected the pennies. We went into a movie owned by Edith Bradley and Edith Lambert, and saw the great American drama, “The Egg Masters,” and I applauded when the star appeared—my old friend Geor¬ gia West. We returned on the “Rondo” after a delightful tour of Europe—united in our praise of the old class of ’18. Harold McKee. PAGE TWENTY-FIVE Costly Buns. A man who had purchased some currant buns at a bakery was distressed on starting to eat one to find it contained a fly. Returning to the bakery, he made an indignant com¬ plaint, demanding another bun in place of the inhabited one. “I’m sorry, Sir,” said the salesman, “I can’t give you another bun, but if you will bring back the fly, I will exchange it for a currant.” illlllllllllllllllllllllllilllii=lililiiillllllllllllllllillliill Characteristics of a Man. A famous woman novelist was once asked why she had not married, to which she replied, “I have three things about the house, that represent so closely the characteristics of a man that I don’t want anymore of him.” “What do you mean?” was asked. ‘‘Well,” replied she, “I’ve got a dog that growls all morning, a parrot that swears all afternoon, and a cat that stays out all night.”

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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

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PAGE TWENTY-SIX IFmilmum QUaaa OMrera President Fred Conrad Vice-President Stanley Chandler Secretary-Treasurer Katherine Hobbie Historian Florence Logan I Student Council Lawrence Burch Motto- With the rope of the past, we’ll ring the bell of the future. Flower— Red Carnation. Colors — Orange and Black. (Elaaa iRnll Beebe, Eunice (deceased) Hall, Marjorie Mills, Ora Brown, Oswald Hardy, Irene Mills, Laurie Burch, Lawrence Harms, Doris Nagle, Ira Burns, Vera Hess, Roy O’Connel, Violet Butterfield, Gertrude High, Ernest Peterson, Beulah Bydalek, Edward Hobbie, Frank Porter, Gertrude Chandler, Stanley Hobbie, Kathryn Searls, George Chatfield, Ray Jensen, Emma Seavey, Henry Chatfield, Roy Jensen, Elizabeth Shaffer, Harry Clawson, Mabelle Kinney, Andrew Simonds, Opal Conrad, Fred Kinney, Myron Tharp, Otto Conrad, Martha Kurtz, Ida Tomas, Frank DuMontelle, Lester Lamport, James West, Fern Farmer, Robert Lanoue, Roland Younglove, Arthur Gilliland, Ida Logan, Florence Hilsenhoff, Leslie Hall, Hazel Mills, Hazsl