Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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Page 31 MOMENCE HIGH SCHOOL 29—Beware: froth is not beer.

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Page 30 MOMENCE HIGH SCHOOL ojphomoif Roll Call SOPHOMORES. President. Vice President Treasurer Historian Student Busch, Florence Bydalek, Albert Bydalek, Clara Clawson, Mahelle Deliere, Pearl Fetzer, Francis Fox, Helen Gray, Warren Harms, Feila Hunte, Albert Mills, Hazel .Francis Fetzer .Helen Fox Florence Busch Willie Conrad Warren Gray O’Connell, Charles Peterson, Blanche Porter, William Sanstrom, Fester Scott, Walter Sharkey, Fucille Simonds, Opal Smith, Elno Sweeney, Paul Wilson, Genevieve Zahl, Dorothy Council Flower—Wild Rose Colors—Old Rose and Gold Motto : “Excelsior” 28—She blushes, all is safe.

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Page 32 MOMENCE HIGH SCHOOL The Prophecy of the Class of ’20 By WILLIAM CONRAD. Little would one think upon seeing me now, penniless, ragged, and riding on a freight train, that twenty years ago I had been a member of the class of ’20. I had resolved to find out the whereabouts of every mem¬ ber of my class. With this great task in mind, I strove forward, thinking little of my appearance and financial con¬ dition. I alighted from the train at what I thought was a town. As I walked through a deserted park, I noticed a log fire, about which were assembled men who seemed to be fol¬ lowing ' the same path in life as myself. The gleam of the fire showed their faces very distinctly, and to my surprise, I ' recognized two of my old classmates, Francis Fetzer and Walter Scott. We talked over old times and I told them of my mission. They gladly consented to assist me. Moreover, they al¬ ready knew the whereabouts of some of the old class. They told me that Albert Hunte and Clarence Jones were making a fortune with their trans-Atlantic air line, carrying people across to see the ruins of the World War, which was rag¬ ing when we were in school. They also told me that Albert Bydalek and Ruby Bright were making important excavations in Egypt, and were adding many valuable facts to the history of the Stone Age. The thought of something to eat came upon us suddenly and we made our way to a chicken house on the outskirts of the town. We grabbed three chickens and some eggs out of the nests, and just as we were ready to depart we en¬ countered the farmer and his wife at the door. The farmer, with a long beard and very tall, reminded us of William Porter, and sure enough it was. His wife happened to be Hazel Mills. They did not recognize us and called the village constable, a short stubby fellow, but very stout. We were utterly amazed to have our old friend Charles O’Connell put the handcuffs on us and start toward the lockup. We begged him to set us free, but he was a firm believer of justice and locked us up. He brought us a good feed and showed us our sleeping quarters. The next morning we were taken before the Judge, whom we recognized to be Warren Gray. After a stiff cross- examination by the judge and his assistant, who was Lester Sanstrom, we were found guilty and given thirty days. One day a group of society ladies, who were the com¬ munity builders of the village, came to inspect the lockup. Horrified by our appearance, they shrank back in terror. We noticed that they were Genevieve Wilson, Leila Harms, Dorothy Zahl, and Helen Fox. To conceal our identity, we turned and walked to the opposite part of our cells. They left in about half an hour, after ordering Charles to make extensive improvements in the lockup. We were getting tired of this loafing, as we called it, and wanted to proceed on our mission. We decided to waylay Charles, which of course was a horrible deed to per¬ form, but it had to be done. The next morning Charles came in as usual, unlocked Scott’s cell and gave him his 30 Teachers will be teachers, (while in school).