Morrison High School - Morrisonian Yearbook (Morrison, IL)

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A SOPH PLAYING CHALK-MARK Jenkins went to the cemetery To see what he could see. The poor fellow went without a fear, But soon he was ready to liee. There were eight in his bunch Who were ready for fung So planned a game of chalk-mark, And to Grove Hill they all did run. The other side got oif the track, And were turned toward the Fair Grounds. Our side could not turn back, T So we entertained James with horrible sounds. ' Ed found an old tin can, That he hit with a piece of stone. Someone whispered, There's a many James yelled, Is he alone? His fears were very much multiplied, As the man's shadow was seen. Jenks said after he dried his tears, Let's all play we're on the track team. Poor, poor boy! for we declined to go, We kept him there awhileg Till he had company in Beatrice, Who was frightened in good old style. So we took pity on those two Sophomores, And led them to joy out of that place: And allowed them to go to Lazio's, Where they could see no ghastly face. CWritten and kindly donated by A. Juniorl

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GRAND MANUSCRIPT This most elaborate manuscript is published at the request of the Junior Class, who so thoroughly wrecked their minds to make it a successC?J. Come, pensive Senior, devout and pure, Brilliant, accomplished and demureg All in a robe of knowledge clad, Prepared to enlighten the world, so sad. With self esteem and steady stride, About to launch upon the tide, Come, but keep thy level head For fear it burst and kill thee dead. Ambition, towering toward the skies, Should shine forth from your sparkling eyes, Holding the world within your sway Until the bubble break, someday. CWith apologies to Miltonj BIG REWARD!! To anyone who will show us a school the size of M. H. S., or with the attendance of M. H. S., that has the athletic ability that we have. Merely glance at the Athletic Section of this book and notice the Football score, or the Track records.

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A' ANT LL! I XL X! T L In x f f Z ! ! X 5' M iii 2 UN Li sa ,Li SQPHOMERE. I CLASS OFFICERS PRESIDENT ' SHERMAN GREEN VICE-PRESIDENT FOSTER ADAMS SECRETARY VICTOR FLOSTROM TREASURER VICTOR FLOSTROM EPITAPH Went sleighing, 'tis said, Road hit him-He's dead. THE SOPHOMORE C LA S S Y E L L Razzle, Dazzle! Zip! Boom! Bah! '18! '18! Rah! Rah! Rah! COLORS-PINK AND LAVENDER FLOWER-RAGWEED MOTTO-HOLD THY HEAD ERECT, AND STRUT 'WITH PRIDE