Morrison High School - Morrisonian Yearbook (Morrison, IL)

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COMIC EDITORIAL FOR FRESHIES Yes, sir, we are the Freshies. Don'1 you think we look it? You see, we just blew in from the eighth grade down below, and from the country. For some reason or other all the folks in the Sopho- more, Junior and Senior Classes seem to have the laugh on us. And yet, that Senior bunch must think a lot of us or they would not let us have our pictures and names in this fine book of theirs. I guess they call it an annual, or something like that. The diction- ary says that that is something that has to be planted every year or it won't grow. We all wanted to have our class photo mounted on a green background and our names printed in green ink, for I guess those are our colors. At least, everyone says we are green. But they wouldn't let us. No, they said our photos showed our colors without green ink. As long as they pay for the picture I suppose we'll have to let them do as they wish, but it hurts our feelings awfully. - This high school is a queer place. They have divided the kids all up in four classes, and we seem to be the most attractive and cause the most excitement of any of them. Mother always did tell me that someday people would talk of rne. I know she is proud of me now. Those Sophomores are the queerest kids I ever saw. They all got the idea of wearing sweaters with two stripes around the waist. Gee, they seem to think they can do with us just what they please. They would walk all over us if they could, but we stand up for our rights, alright, alright, There is one bunch in here they call the Juniors, and they are surely the limit. They go chasing around here with these white cardboards for collars, and go strutting up and down the aisle-it re- minds me of a rooster hunting for a scrap. And then the Seniors. They don't seem to have much to say to us. Iguess they are trying to see what they know, and if they have enough brains to get out of this place. They are pretty good friends of the faculty, but they don't have much to do with us, but when they do, they always do something mean. Once they even put shoe blacking all over our faces and made us march on Main street while the band played. We don't know what to do here to get along, but I guess if we get on the good side of the teachers we can get along alright. At least that's what we are trying to do, but it's an awful job, for they seemfto be against us all.

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IN MEMORIAM CLARA LERENNA THOMAS Born, August 1, 1901 Died, March 14, 1916 Miss Clara Lerenna Thomas, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. H. J. Thomas of Erie, Illinois, entered the High School of this city Septem- ber 6, 1915, as a member of the Freshman Class. She attended regularly until the first of February, when she was taken with a severe attack of inflammatory rheumatism, which later resulted in her death. Miss Thomas was born on a farm near Erie on August 1, 1901, and attended the Kingsbury Public School, from which she gradu- ated before her entrance to M. H. S. She was ever willing to help others, and possessed a nature which made her a dear friend of all who knew her.

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