Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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12 The Monesse Leola Williams, Beloit College “Figuring, figuring night and day, Figuring, figuring time away.” Alice Mae Stone, B. S., James Millikin University “Exceedingly noisy, but a very good cook.” Alice M. Hardy, Graduate Gregg School Student I. S. N. U. “She makes the trial balance.” Blanche Britton, Graduate I. S. N. U. “With Trimby, Skaggs and Wop, I am always on the hop.” Clayton C. Abbott, A. B., State Teachers College University of Missouri “From the land where hills and mules are plentiful, but where plains are few.” “Three of the new arrivals.”

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The Monesse 11 Fitzhugh Lee, B. S. Wabash College “I let Gladys do the talking ’ Margaret W. Palmer, A. B., University of Illinois “Tall and from where the tail corn grows.” Lucy Patricia Coontz, B. S., Ph. B. University of Missouri University of Chicago “She hath both mind and soul.” H. N. Hungerford, B. S. University of Illinois “Come on! Come on! Let’s get to work.” Anna Mauritzson, A. B., Augustana College “Blushes speak louder than words.” “Some of the old and some of the new.”

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The Monesse 13 H. L. Liberty, Graduate I. S. N, U. Student Bradley Polytechnic Institute Most anyone; can hammer but not Memories I backward cast my e’e on prospects sweet. And in my memories auld scenes greet: The! past only touches me; The past as is mirrored in Monesse. The wee hastening-, tim’rous Freshies That to their mithers are so precious. And the Sophs that fain would rin and chase them, The Sophs that broke the school’s union And justified, the: ill opinion of Mr. Munson in the school’s dominion. The Juniors whose foresight Never proved in vain Their best laid schemes never came to grief or pain, only promisedjoy. But they w T ere not blest compared with us, In whom M. C. H. S. g-ave a trust. Whose Senior year was a happy hour Sweetly scentefd as a Bonnie flower. The study hall bring-s auld acquaintances to min’ And the days of auld lang- syne. My bo ' ok again i;s in my hand But my thoughts are light as a lady’s fan. And not at all on the book were they. I remember one day when the lesson dealt with the (diary of Samuel Pepys, Down the hall I heard some steps, And though I couldn’t see I guessed and feared; The words on my book grew weird, Oh, what a panic was in my breastie, But I needn’a ha’ been sae hasty. “Better late than never.”—John Wiltse