Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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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

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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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14 The Monesse It was Mr. Munson and his little ane, His smile was like sunshine after rain. My fears took wings For I knew behind all his art of superintending He had a heart. The teachers too I see As I backward cast my e’e:; There is Mr. Lee Who taught us fairy tales of science. We didn’a have much appliance. And, too, from children green he trained a Lands Loth snell and keen. With Mr, Abbott it is a habit to lead a social life For yet he has no wife. At a glance in a dance A we see him come and go on the light fantastic toe You can see there is no degree of trickery With Terpsichore. But we were not surprised for . e were apprised That in auld Missou he won a championship or two. Mr. Liberty, who frae mony blunders Freed the boys of foolish notions, Was all devotion. The saws he set in motion Included bits of wisdom Timely spoken. Then there is Mr. Hungerford Whose great horde of captured fish Has furnished mony a dish for Hardy appetites. So now there are no bites in the river. But his flivver on days fine Stands on the banks from morning sun ’till dine. Now in school we find no fault on this modern Isaac Walton, Here he plays another role Cbres and Apollo win his soul, For to him at his birth Ceres gave the secrets of the earth. But far more charming It is to follow the sly Apollo. For business is the course he favors And, in his lead Mr. H. never wavers. But takes dictation and knows his station He is in, We hope he’ll win. Since now I’ve scanned the woman’s man I’ll gently scan the woman. Wee, modest, Hardy flow’r, We have met you in a happy hour. For you we quit the banks and braes To pound the lettered keys. For you we’ve left the wooded bow’r To spare th!e typewriter now is past my 1 power. In the speed test my castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop “My civics text tastes the best.”—Merlin Felt