Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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Page 16 The Monesse ( «« iigj m it “I wish] I was as tall as Raymond. 1 ”—Henry Beaupre

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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

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he Monesse Page 17 SENIORS T.KfLM “The chief is ‘me.’ ”—John Cole