Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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KARL. CHAMBKRLAIN KDITH GIBSON ALBERT KELSON Early to bed and early to rise, Success means sacrifice. I never have much to say but I Makes a man healthy, wealthy and do a lot of thinking, wise. RUBY WILSON MILDRED RICE ELIZABETH LAROCHE Here’s to an apple blossom! Quiet girl who tends to her Where there’s soap There’s hope. own affairs. JENNIE PEDERSON Her ways are the ways of plea¬ santness And all her marks are A’s. ORIN HERTZ A Ford is better than nothing. HARRIET PITTMAN The good points of this maiden Really quite astound us; And when we came to put them down. We found the task beyond us. RUTH CHATFIELD MARY HARLAN It is better to have loved and Not merely to exist but to lost Than to have married and be amount to something in life, bossed.

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MABLE MILES Not only good, but good for some¬ thing. WESLEY HELEN LUNDSTROM Inclined to be understimated as to pep of her quiet personality. LANGDOC FLORENCE ELVA JONES She is wise who talks but little. GREENAWALT Inclined to have his own way, and has it sometimes. Speak little; do much. FRED BRASSARD He that knows and knows that he know is wise. JENNIE HARMS I don’t care who he is just so he LUCILLE MILLS Aspiration to cook—for two. IONE CHAPPEL A Little Miss, But she surely is a boy. CLYDE COFFEL HOWARD missed. SHARKEY What should a man be but merry? He that knows and knows not that he knows is alsleep.

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Thirty THE MONESSE 192 1 IPhere Do VJe Qo7 I had been traveling in India for some time and visit¬ ing many spots of interest, and decided to end the trip by a visit to a crystal gazer. About six o’clock I discovered one and after waiting a few minutes was ushered into her presence. She was in a small room hung with silk draperies and heavy with the odor of burning incense. The room was lighted from a skylight. I sat down and gazed at the crys¬ tal. “What do you wish?” she asked. I started forward, the voice sounded familiar, but-it was impossible—I knew no one here. “I wish to see the class of 22 as they are now,” I whispered. “Look,’’ she cried, as the crystal became a milkly white, blue fleecy clouds, sailing by- Then there was a small opening in the center; at this I gazed intently. Was it a snow storm? No, I could see, now clearly, two of my old classmates being showered with rice. It was a wedding and a very jolly one at that, for the bride, Gladys Hardy, and the groom, Fred Brassard, were laughing and running for the low racing car by the curb. As they started to clamber in Elizabeth Popejoy, by whose manner I could see was a “hash slinger,’’ stepped on the bride’s veil and tore it. I started to laugh and the crystal clouded. The misty clouds soon parted again. This time the scene was that of a very busy street. A large car shot out from a cross street and overturned a small fruit cart. It was Miss Mary Harlan, one of America most noted painters. She tried to console the man, who turned to her a face purple with rage—it was Earl Chamberlain, who had tired of farm life and answered the call of the city. Again the crystal clouded and cleared on a scene of festivities-a lawn party with Helen Nichcls as hostess and the host a tall handsome man I did not know. A number of my old classmates were present, among them Donald Cu f; . sole owner of the Curtis Trust Bank in Grar»+ Park; Ruth C- O’Connell and her husband; Robert Hanlon and his curly pompadour towards which all spinsterish eyes were turn¬ ed; Edith Gibson, who stayed away from her work long enough to sing at the party (she was a grand opera sing¬ er-and her teacher was Howard Sharkey) ; Pro¬ fessor Hertz with his dearest friend and advisor, Harriet Pittman. That was all, and I waited for some time, then l saw the rest of the cla s-Clarice Lamport and Walter Logan, who were on the Lyceum Course; Wesley Langdoc, an expert at barberirg and gossiping-—particularly the lat¬ ter. I could tell this by the manner in which he was cutting Ruby Wilson’s hair and talking to her about her croupe, which had iust arrived in Momence. Ruby was :he wild woman of Schramblin Bros. Franklin Gambel finally gave up trying to figure what “x” equaled and he was now a sky pilot lone Chappell nad mastered the French language and was in France, teaching them to talk. These facts were rather jumbled to¬ gether but 1 managed to make them out and after a brief rest the crystal gazer again bent toward the globe. I saw three nolice women riding on large white hmr es and guarding the traffic. The largest was Mabel Mills, whose husband was a policeman, and the other two were Jennie Harms and Elizabeth LaRoche.