Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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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.

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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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THE MONESSE 1921 Thirty-One 1 next saw a hairdressing parlor, with the sign “Mills Jones-” When I had viewed the interior I saw Misses Elva Jones and Lucille Mills doing a wonderful job of hairdress¬ ing on Jennie Pedersen, who was that night to make her first public appearance in “Big Little Women,” the big¬ gest hit since “Aphrodite Then I saw a chicken ranch, and Arthur Hupp among the chickens, as usual. He was a retired dancing in¬ structor. Clyde Coffel was living in California, k raised oranges. Mildred Rice was a school-teacher, but not for long—I glimpsed a solitaire on her left hand. 1 began to worry over some of my classmates. Where were they? The crystal was flooded with water, and in the center appeared a large ship. The captain, Albert Kelson, seemed overjoyed at seeing an old friend on board, for he talked a long time with Helen Lundstrom, who was go¬ ing to be a nurse in foreign lands. Florence Greenawalt had also answered that call, for another war had broken out in restless Europe. Etha Shaffer was in a large establish¬ ment in Chicago, the owner of a dry goods store. £ I looked for the crystal to cloud again but I was dis¬ appointed. What is the matter,” I asked curiously, “that surely is not all of the class” “Why, who else was there,” the Crystal Gazer said, and looked squarely at me. Leota, I exclaimed. “Yes,” she answered coldly, “I was named that while yet an infant.” “Then you are the Crystal Gazer,’ I said. “Yes,” she repeated, “and you—? Oh! it’s Irene!” We talked for a long time—then she rang for the butler to show me the way out- It proved to be none other than Albert Hyrup, who could do nothing more successfully than anyone I know. As I walked to my hotel I resolved to post an entry in my diary which should read thus: “The fate of 22 is de¬ termined.” THINGS TO FORGET AND REMEMBER Forget each kindness tha tyou do, As soon as you have done it; Forget the praise that falls to you, The moment you have won it. Forget the slander, that you hear Before you can repeat it; Forget each spite, each slight, each sneer, Whenever you may meet it. Remember every kindness done To you, what’er its measure; Remember praise by others won, And pass it on with pleasure; Remember every promise made, And keep it to the letter; Remember those who lend you aid, And be a grateful debtor.