Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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THE MONESSE 13 A Miss Coontz we have in a west room, Who teaches classes in literature Sometimes her door goes rickety boom When pupils are late from doing the chore. From Emerson and Tennyson She reads a passage to suit the lad, Especially him, who is a willing one In making the red book a special fad. The past, the present, the future too, Miss Northrup likes to emphasize, Each point she stresses with much ado So each and all can recognize What facts and fates we all should know Of this old world in which we live. And to this drill she adds a blow Fj By giving us a work-book sieve. We have no Miss White, Miss Blue or Miss Gray But we have a certain little Miss Brown, She angles and squares and postulates When we ' ’re bright without a frown. But, when we are dull as an xyz, She gives us a jolt that rocks the frame. And stings as deep as any bee, And shatters our hopes for number fame. Miss Gibson teaches all our Latin, And dabbles in French stems and roots, And all our work would be as smooth as satin If French had neither kinks nor hooks. She stands in hall, directs the traffic Each morning, noon and evening, too, Of those who walk fromj ground to attic In searching facts and figures true. Miss Stone is boss on thet second floor, There’s no use talking, she’s on the job, She’s always there and to the fore With force enough to make us sob. She knows her stuff, abstains from bluff In teaching youngsters how to sew. In cooking class she can be rough When stoves are turned a little low. Miss Westfall teaches the shorthand And shows us also how to hammer The Underwood of every land That’s know by its mark and banner, Shefs strong for speed and accuracy, And watches “Toad” take the dictation, ’Cause every curve must really be In proper place and true relation. 1 1 “Say, Dad, what is a Faculty?”—George Wheeler

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12 THE MONESSE The Faculty Every year our school is longing For some rhymes about the group, That’s in charge and subjects teaching To the eager happy youth. The faculty is what we call them, When we put on classic airs; But ‘High School Teachers’’ seems more common To lads and lassies ' tending there. Some are men and some are women, That teach the classes in our school; So, in these rhymes we must remember That words for each one is the rule. The hirst in line is apostolic In name at least, they call him Paul; To toot the horn for him is frolic Because he is a Lil-ye-dahl; He butchers bugs and cuts up flowers, Mixes dope and fills the air With stuff that smells to all us youngsters Like something is in great despair. ff Hunger” and “Ford’ are also present Combined in one familiar name, He teaches “Ag. ” and sprays with essence That makes the microbes terribly lame. Corn and milk he tests each season, The capons he does love to eat, And in this menu lies the reason For his plump and fine physique. Mr. Henry L. is still a nailing In the basement of our school, And his boys are still detailing With the square and sliding rule Girls he has not in his classes, They cannot hammer, nail nor glue, So his old room is void of lasses And all their fret and storm and stew. Our Coach Moore took a vacation, And, as he said, a needed rest, But he came back with a full ration, A little wife, the very best. And now he tries out his pet theory Of buy and sell and meet demand, Of household duties, sometimes weary When eggs stick to the frying pan. “Is a college education necessary to become a member of the faculty?”—Jack Cromwell

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THE 14 Miss Immei hails from Fond du Lac, Where the snow is ten feet deep. But she can figure her way back And show how books should keep. The debit and credit and invoice and date And all details of a full set. So everything will truly rate As the very best you ever have met. And so we come to Mr. M. The last one in this rhyme Of him we know by word and pen As head of our old high. To him we go with cares and woes. And troubles, not a few. He solves the problems, lets us go And tells us not to stew. “I write like some of the members of the Faculty. ' —Ancil Tremore