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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THE STARS WILL CEASE TO SHINE WHEN Hank gets to school on time. Sara M. gets her outlines and themes in on time. Rick d0esn't go to an athletic meet and bring home a medal or two. Mr. Mouck can stand by the front door and not say, Clean your feet. Freshies can go down stairs and not stop and play with 3rd graders. Florence Gallentine can resi-st the temptation to get into Miss Barnes' handbag. Mr. Mouck cleans the blackboard. Freshies cease to Hunk. Cyril Hammer, Lloyd Mathew, Alfred Briggs, George Lawton and Arthur Cleverstone do not leave the room twice a day. Miss Aitken doesn't grab everybody's notes. Mr. Torrence forgets to write that letter, going west. Sterling beats Morrison in Athletics. Bayard cuts his hair. Freshies become large enough and have enough ambition to enter Athletics. The Senior boys give the Senior girls the party they are waiting for. Stickie Burr forgets to go up to Jackson street. Miss Fredeen forgets to ball out John Flikkema. The Freshmen can go to the basement without playing with the shower bath. We get our gymnasium. The girls finish that tennis court. Rick gets enough credits to graduate. Earl Weaver stops going to Clinton. Jim Jenkins forgets to try and bluff you. M. H. S. looses her athletic championship. The Senior class has an orderly class meeting without the supervis- ion of W. E. W. Sophs realize there are others in the world besides them. Dorothy Knox forgets to go to a dance. Theo Blodgett forgets to say something. Juniors quit bragging. The Editor and Business Manager get back the brains and common sense they have lost in trying to make the Morrisonian a suc- cess.