Monticello High School - Memories Yearbook (Monticello, IL)

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I-Leif 'ight eeee c-fe 'iejff SlENlI0lRi CIRCUS Monday morning, September l, 1930, innocent fun with the Freshmen- thoughts about Senior Circus. Committee meetings with much wrangling- wrangling not wanted, had that last year. Committees decided on and six weeks of hard study, research work, and rehearsals all at the same time. Friday morning of November 7, same year as above. Much useless scurry- ing and shuffling about school-thoughts on everything but text-books-various excuses for leaving classes-few refusals for dismissal-dismissed at 10 o'clock Noon Parade-wonder of wonders-Pud Kratz in charge, trying to find a tail for the elephant. Beautiful Hoats, magnificent band-first appearance this year, disgraceful tramps and clowns. Two hours of organizing, placing in line, picture taking-picture retaking, and they're off! People lining streets, waving from street corners, staring at the free sights-we know that it will cost them later, so let them gawk and wonder at the magnificent display. Parade over- now the trip to Bement-fast run over-slow coming back-who wants dinner? Vtfhooping and howling around Bement High School-they envy us for many reasons. Now comes the time to show real worth-the good students clean up things for the evening's entertainment, others ride around in cars. New thing this year.-Gypsy Tea Room-meal and fortune for 35 cents-couldn't accommodate all the patrons. Many side shows-Men's Beauty Parlor-House of Horrors, Chemistry Show, and Boxing and Wrestling Exhibitions. Wontlerftil shows in the assembly hall. The Trysting Place , very good-- put on by the public speaking classg VVendell, King of Appetites -it was too good to be true-VVendell ate dishes, tablecloth, and would have eaten the table but was stoppedg The Municipal Davenport , featuring Berlyn Leach and jo Faith-a one word play-He said I-Iuh? -She said Uh, Huh . Would you like it? The statuary also deserves honorable mention. XVhite figures against a black background-quite classy. The Minstrel, made up of members of the Boys' Glee Club-best ever put on-ask anyone that participated in it-net loss, one alarm clock QD 3.75 per each. Next on the program-Free Acts-these were enacted in the gymnasium-- drew a large crowd-no wonder, they were free. First was the Toy Shop by the Freshman Class. The high-light of this act was a lowdown dance by Bill Burgess and Mary Elizabeth Hawbaker-to the tune of St. Louis Blues . The Sophomore Class with a Marathon Dance . This act featured the renowned Dago,' Curry-wearing a smile and a red-silk scarf. Joe cavorted before awed hundreds-then came back for an encore. The most colorful part of the free acts, Spanish Bull Fight , presented by the Junior Class. Amidst gorgeous costumes and before the King and Queen-the toreadors threw the bull. This act won the approval of the judges, and the Juniors were awarded the prize- being a party-with Seniors playing hosts. To complete the evening, a grand finale, consisting of all who participated in the greatest Circus in the history of M. C. H. S. got together for a song and cheer. l22l I I - -f 'Y S XX.. ,l Y ,

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iiiliig .- 1 je 535 Qing :'u fig f if . ,J - ef-J , '33?QL'W ' ' ' ' ' s UVERESTIMATED Madge and her husband had just returned from their honeymoon. She, a novice at housekeeping, had risen early in order that she might arrange her novel domestic articles in an orderly fashion. Wfhen breakfast was over and her husband, a professor, had gone to work, she went to the telephone to order a heart, the professor's favorite meat. But, after ringing and ringing, she finally gave up. Thinking that there was perhaps something wrong with the phone, she ran to her neighbor's and told of her difficulty. The neighbor lady laughed good-naturedly, explained that it was Flag Day and that the stores were closed. She offered, however, to share her dinner with Mrs. Newlywed. Politely refusing, Madge returned home-but not empty-handed, for she had been given a loaf of home-made bread, some freshly churned butter, and a jar of pear preserves not yet cooled. Madge scanned the pantry shelf with a searching glance, and with a cry of joy she unearthed a large can of navy beans-just common, washday soup or navy beans, but nevertheless. hubby's favorite dish. She washed them carefully and measured out approximately two pounds- just enough for two. That would be a pound apiece. She was so pleased with her find-why even heart could suit Pete no better. And pear preserves, with the fresh bread and butter, would go excellently with this greatest of all deli- cacies. While such thoughts Hashed through her brain, she put her treasure on to cook in her new aluminum kettle and went on with her former job of putting the house in order. There was Pete. She could see him now-his laughing blue eyes, curly blond hair. How happy they would be to sit down to their first dinner-alone together. It was a lovely sunshiny day, and she was humming a dreamy tune when- crack, pop, and a bang came from the rear of the homey little bungalow. What was this? A hold-up? Murder? Now she recalled the story she had read in the paper just the day before. A madman had rushed into a home and wiped out a whole family. Even then the story had gripped her-made her tremble. She wished that she had locked the back door as she had resolved to do. Fran-- tically she pulled a revolver from its hiding place in the front room closet. Cautiously-oh so cautiously-she made her way to the kitchen door. Biff! Pssput! Crack! Why, it sounded like a prison riot or something similar. Paus- ing an instant to steady her nerves, she put a little more pressure on the trigger and plucked up sufficient courage to peek around the corner. The icy fingers of fear clutched her heart as she took in the spectacle before her. She felt faint, and closed her eyes a moment-but only a moment, and then- The revolver slipped out of her fingers and clattered to the iioor. Still pale and trembling, Madge seized another of her larger aluminum kettles and emptied the swollen beans into it. Industriously sweeping the drifts of bursted beans from the initiated linoleum, she seriously reflected on a plausible excuse for the excessive amount of beans. ,,1f l24l 1 951