Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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Thirty-T wo THE MONESSE 192 1 Qri] Ijour Luck Sarah fane suddenly bounced up from among the pil¬ lows. “Oh, listen Kate, listen girls, see here what I’ve found: Mr. S. S. is now at his office and has offered himself as the slave of a pretty girl—but—how to get Mr. S. S. for this capacity? Merely buy votes at 50c apiece—keep your vote and when the lucky number is drawn, we will bring Mr. S. S. to the lucky girl. Now iust because Mr. S Q . refuses to have his identity known—don’t be afraid girls- We truthfully state that Mr. S. S. is very handsome has especially beautiful wavy brown hair, is young and has large brown eyes. He has been a screen favorite and nearly every one of you has seen him at some time or another-’ “Well now I don’t ever remember anyone like that— oh of course there are loads of them but you don’t sup- pose— oh no it couldn’t be he. But don’t you think it sounds interesting?” Sarah Jane was addressing a group of about eight fudge-makers in her room at Miss Pinker¬ ton’s fashionable boarding school. The idea of buying votes seemed to make an imme¬ diate hit. “I et me see it, Sarah Jane—dosen’t it give his name? Mr. S- S.-—do you suppose those could be his real ini¬ tials—I don’t think so—■” “H’s name’s probably Sam Smith and even if he has brown eyes and beautiful curly hair we may have een him in the comedies. Probably his eyes are crossed—no, I don’t think I’ll take such chances. “Oh cheer up, Flo, even if you won’t buy any, loan me two dollars, won’t you? Now be a good girl—-I’ll put all my books up as security.’’ This came from Sarah Jane —the “always-broke” of the crowd. It was finally decided that they would all send you votes—all unbeknown to Miss Pinkerton, however. The day for drawing the number came—and who was the lucky one to be? The girls were rather frightened. What would Miss Pinkerton say if they drew the number? Without a doubt thev’d be expelled—fo think of the publicity this would give her school, now that the contest had grown to such large proportions! No one slept that night, so anxious were they to know what number had been drawn, for it was only through the paper that they’d know. The whole breakfast table gazed in silent horror at Miss Sarah Jane! The number drawn was Sarah Jane’s—of all the catastrophies when it was only done in fun! The bell rang. Someone to see Miss Sarah Jane,’’—Kate leaned over and said, “Oh, Jane, you poor kid—but I’ll help you out any way you want me to—play he’s a relative.’’ No one ate, no one spoke until Sarah Jane should re¬ turn with her prize. “Oh, girls, look who’s here-this is my prize,” and she held up a “curly haired, brown eyed, Pomeranian Pup, “and his name is Mr. Spink Spank.”

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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.

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THE MONESSE 1921 Thirty-Three