Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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The Monesse. 11 The Faculty By Austin Truitt To toasting at banquets I’ve often aspired, But understand little of what is required; ’Tis a task which I hardly know how to begin, But starting with Munson I ? ll bring them all in. Fm sure you’ve all heard of our Superintendent With qualifications so high and resplendent; With a voice like the sound of the murmuring breeze. It quaileth the heart and trembleth the knees. In discipline strong, his tall giant like form Brings sinners to justice, shields virtue from harm. Here’s to Witty the wise who maketh good pies, But that is not all by a half She can sew, she can bake, and you’ve tasted her cake, I’m so full that I hardly can laugh. And now for the “King of the Laboratory,” He also lives in the upper-most story. Kilburne, the athletic coach of the school, And as you all know he tries hard to keep cool. Miss Miller comes next with her wars and her dates, But they’re all forgotten when out on her skates; Wt games or at parties sh§ laughs all the while, But inside her class room she cracks not a smile. But there is Schmitt with his musical lore, He sings with a voice which the girls all adore; And really you cannot blame them a bit, For all of us like much to listen to it. Our teacher in English to toast we’d not fail, She’s a neighboring Hoosier, her name is Miss Dale; She’s taught us the stories of Hawthorne and Poe, From Captain John Smith down to Henry Thor eau. Miss Dahlquist, the teacher of French, I’ll admit In Algebra also is not a misfit; With French conjugation and x, y’s and z’s Her pupils are always kept busy as bees. Miss Melby, instructor of Latin, we’d name, Her pupils in Caesar have always won fame; Though in Latin alone her students excel, In English the most of them do very well. “I can’t even write about the Faculty.”—Dewey Line.

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WINONA WITTY B. S. Lombard College HENRY L. LIBERTY Graduate L ' S. N. IT. RUBY C. DAHLQUIST A. B. University of Illinois CHI STINE A. WEBB American Conservatory ALICE M. HARDY Graduate Gregg School Student I. S. N. U. “One’s married but four are single.”

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12 The Mon esse As we look o’er the roll, we next come to Miss Hardy, As instructor of business she’s not the least tardy; She teaches Type-writing, Shorthand and Bookkeeping, And woe to the student whom she catches sleeping. “Oh! What Webb we often weave when first we practice to deceive!” So thot Arthur, Bill and Clyde as to the office they are hied, The Music teacher on their trail, And none there to go their bail. And now we’ll descend to the lower domain, Where only in this place does Liberty reign; ’Mid devices electric, and saws buzzing ’round, He produces the best that can ever be found. Then there’s to our teacher of Ag. Hungerford, Quite high in the ranks of the singers he’s scored; Of course as to eats he has plenty in store, But the queer thing about it, he always wants Moore. So Here’s to the Faculty, long may you thrive To punish the pranks which your pupils contrive. As now I’ve completed my effort to toast you, You’ll have to admit that I did not once roast you. “All my teachers love me.”—Arthur Nusbaum.