Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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Page 14 The Monesse The Faculty On© clay while reclining in an easy chair I amused myself conjuring pictures in air, I saw the future—a few years hence, Around me circled the teachers of old Momence. With idle fancy I fell asleep And dreamed a dream peculiarly deep. A white ship dropped anchor near Swiftly in my dream self without fear I walked? the deck of this white ship, ‘Destiny I heard an unseen lip Call out her name. ‘Destiny that wonder ship of fame. But what of her passengers and crew Of whom there seemed to be so few? As I sauntered along the sparkling deck, Looking here, searching there, craning my neck, I came at last to a man at thei wheel; I advanced a step closer and began to feel That I had known this man before. Ahd just as I moved from my place So as to see plainer his face, He shouted, ‘What’ This! ! !’ in my ear. With that shout, vanished all doubt. My Memory became instantly clear, Intuition and experience said, ‘Mr. Munson is near ’ About this time fragrant odors my nostrils assailed My stomach its hollowness loudly bewailed. Upon an open door at my left or north would be better Was printed the word, “GALLEY ’ in large, gxdden letters, I put my head through the opening, what a sight met my eyes. There stood Miss Coontz baking cornbread and pies. Recovering somewhat I explored some more Until I discovered another door. Half afraid, half in awe I looked into this cavernous maw. Lo and Behold!! At a desk I had seen before Stood Miss Hardy teaching English II, III and IV. Reconciled now as to the feebleness of my mind I was about to walk on and find what I could find. When my attention was arrested by shouts and laughter near I whirled around, my eyes belching fear. Down the deck came a group of girls, Miss Palmer in the lead Chattering apd laughing having a great time indeed, They were taking a ten mile hike you see, But having no land must take it at sea. Excited no more by the sights that I saw I will of each for you a clear picture draw. In, the first to which I came surrounded by globes, telescopes and flowers Stood Mr. Hungerford teaching a science class the meaning of magnetic powers “Steger has something else than pianos ’—Bernice Martin

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sse Page 13 Alice Mae Stone. B. S. Home Economics James Millikin University “Her disposition is as sunny as her hair.” Alice M. Hardy Stenography, Typewriting, Book keeping Graduate Gregg School, Student I. S. N. U. “A Hardy Ford is never Hungry” Blanche Britton Music Graduate I. S. N. IJ. “Daily she crosses the bridge of sighs.” Music, figures and cooking are important factors ih this world

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he Monesse Page 15 Xext was a room from which) music issued forth, In it was Miss Brown winding- a victrola for all she was worth; This was a class in musical history Although to students who took it, it was always) a mystery. In. the next, in which a class learned bookkeeping tricks Miss Mauritzson was patiently explaining that two and two make four, not six. In the room next to it came the clash, bang , b ang of typewriters in action Telling 1 of the efforts of students to clip thedr records a fraction. From here we go to the bottom of the ship The part to go under first should the ship tip. Here fitted out in aquarium style That is, fishes in tanks an»d some dead a while, Here in front of him samples in dishes Stood Mr. Moore talking on the nutrition of fishes. This then was what had been the Ag. room of yorei, But who would recognize it as such, any more? And now directly across from this room Comes the sound of saws and hammers making an awful boom, Upon looking into this room we are surprised to see In place of Mr. Liberty stands Mr. Lee. With a frown on his face He is sandpapering a certain place On a table with care As though, someone had been and gone but left his mark there. Looking around us we see a troop of boys in sailor suits dressed Going through drills made to expand thedr chests. Standing on one side with an authorative air Is Mr- Liberty, criticising here, encouraging there. No sooner hjad these marched off leaving me alone) When I was attracted by a jabbering in some tongue unknown. Entering the room from whence came these sounds My eyes met a sight with reason out of bounds, Miss Stone and a language class were exercises doing While from her mouth a strange jargon was ensuing. Leaving this room for one more inviting We come to one in which a woman is wrting And drawing geometrical polyhedrons on the board, As she suddenly faces us we feel like one stabbed by a sword For there stands the Miss Britton whom we knew Convincing a mathematics class thpt x equals 2. Suddenly I felt myself falling through space, Fear gripped my soul, sweat formed on my face, Abruptly with a loud bump, bump, I awoke from my sleep To find myself lyinlg on the floor in a heap.—Charles Krueger. “I wish I had Clarence Graves’ dimples.”—Nita Wefcer