Morrison High School - Morrisonian Yearbook (Morrison, IL)

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, . ,rw , W S MR. L. E. MOUCK The man to whom we, the publishers of the Morrisonian, our fellow classmates, our fellow schoolmates, our teachers, and all those in connec- tion with the High School, are indebted for well-kept rooms and innumer- able courtesies. He has filled the position of Janitor of our school build- ing for the last thirty-two years, and has become the friend of all those who have had the least chance to become acquainted with him. The editors of this book, in behalf of the Senior Class of 1916, wish to extend to Mr. Mouck their sincere thanks for the numerous things he has so willingly done to help them during their career in M. H. S.

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A BOB PARTY Listen, my children, and a story you'll hear, Of a Senior party, which happened hereg' 'Twas in December, on a moonlight night, On the eighteenth, if I recollect rightg The Seniors went out in bobs three, Laughing and giggling with their hearts free: The night somewhat warm, and the snow nearly gone, The roads became muddy as they rode along. Hence, the Seniors, disappointed, turned back to go home, When at the school house they ceased to roamg A merry time they had when the eats were passed around Oyster stew, and crackers by the pound. Soon the party broke up, and, departing in bobs three, Laughed and giggled, for they had obtained the bobs free.

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PROPHECY OF THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1916 Setting-Morrison, Illinois. Time-1930 Charles Burr was editor of one of the big New York dailies. His first experience in that line was that of Business Manager of the MORRISONIAN back in 1916. Charles had become very note- worthy, and for this reason his visit to his little home town was of great importance. As Charles alighted from the Chinese Express, the first one he met was his old classmate, Harold Smith. Hi, Smith! yelled Charles, how's the town? You know it has been many years since I've been here. What has happened? What are you doing? Oh, nothing much-just running the town-I'm Mayor, said Smith. As they walked down the main street, Charles saw a big sign on the top of a ten-story building: Latest French Lids knocked down to 81.98 When Charles inquired who owned it, Harold answered, Why that belongs to Gladys Raridon. She is now the greatest French milliner in Mt. Pleasant township. Every year she takes a trip to Paris CIll.D and gets the latest fads. Oh, she's wonderful. My wife always gets her hats there. Well, that's a good beginning. Now tell me about the rest of the class of good old 1916 There are only a few of us left, replied Mayor Smith, as most of them have pulled out to larger cities. There's Louise Matznick, for instance. Of course you knew she married as soon as she grad- uated? Well, her husband was called to New York to accept a big position at Tiffany's. They are pretty well off now, and I've heard that they don't scrap any more. And there is Henry Hamilton. too. You remember his wonder- ful voice? Miss Barker was always shouting, 'Pianissimo, Henry, pleasel' Well, he is now in Chicago and is an instructor of music in the Deaf and Dumb Institution. Yes, and Fritz Rastede is giving dancing lessons in a St. Vitus hospital in Philadelphia. The other day I received the shock of my life. Someone knocked at my back door, and upon opening it there stood Helen Olds. She did not recognize me, thank goodness! She was a Salva-