Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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The Monesse 11 TUNIS BAKER, B. S. Hope College “He has a little wit, He has a little sense, He loves a little fight, He loves a little length.” BLANCHE BRITTON Graduate I. S. N. U. “She is from Egypt hut not the Egypt of King Tut.” LUCY PATRICIA COONTZ, A. B. University of Missouri University of Chicago “We love Lucy, admire Patricia and respect Coontz.” “The latest additions to our Faculty '

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10 The Monesse HELEN M. MELBY Dennison University University of Chicago “Sure! I feel younger!” RUBY C. DAHLQUIST, A. B. Un versify of Illinois “S ' e is still in the Lnita ive age.” HELEN P. MILLER, A. B. Wesleyan University WINONA WITTY, B. S. Lombard College “This is the year that she “She just goes home— loves to go home.” but why?” “If Harold Teen could see this page.”

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12 The Monesse 4 To The Faculty By Horace Carr Here’s to Marvin J. Schmitt, sub-boss of our school, The main assembly he is supposed to rule. He signs our excuses, when in the right frame of mind, Or else in the office we hear the same line. Then there is Witty, the tall bobbed brunette, Men and boys take a look and never forget. Munson’s robbed her of a chance to show what she can do In the pie, cake, fruit-salad and creamed chicken line too. Liberty, the careful, painstaking boss. Whoever heard of him getting cross? His sawed and turned works are the best to be found Be they long, thin or short, lop-sided or round. Then there is Baker, ruler of Lab., Who produces the best teams that are to be had. His hopes lie in Michigan, near that Hope College joint; Perhaps some day, who knows, they’ll take a run to Crown Point. Here is to Miller, our Coal City find, Possessor of one of the few perfect minds. She is always right, we always wrong; Unless we decide to echo her song. Miss Melby is one of the queerest of teachers, For her motto is “act,” she seldom preaches. Ask McCarty and his cronies if they remember the day She was the cause of all that Munson had to say. Here’s to Miss Coontz, whose literary renown And witty sarcasm are known to the town. She hopes some day to be a prominent American And has the brains to be one, although she’s not a man. Miss Britton is the teacher of Musical History; A subject, which to Price, will always be a mystery. In her seventh period assembly one hears a terrible roaring; Don’t look so alarmed, it’s just Harry Park snoring. Her’s to Miss Hardy and the Commercial Room, Where one hears music and the boom Of typewriters all in tune And everybody happy as a day in June. Let’s not forget Dahlquist, the tallest of lasses; She is well noted for her after-school classes. When the majority of students have left for their homes, There sits the repentant Buster, but not alone. “Let us remember our brothers and sisters.”