Morrison High School - Morrisonian Yearbook (Morrison, IL)

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The high cost of candy is making John broke, had charms for some. One said, Play the following over three or four times exactly as written. You will then realize why this song is sweeping the country as no other has done for years. The melody will haunt you. This, being composed by a young lady of decided musical ability in a little town in Chio, was, If they'd only leave poor Homer's ribs alone, I'm sure I'd wear a smile like Sunny Jim. It is cruelty to start to break the cc,,.,,,. and you'll have to imagine the rest or buy a copy to get the ending. Would you like to know the song they're all talking about? Full orchestration, for sale wherever music is sold. If your dealer can't supply you, send twenty-five cents to the publisher and get a copy of When it's moonlight down at Matznick's, I want to see Carl. There was an old song rewritten by one of our residents, I didn't raise my Sammy to be falling off his chair. Just the same, he did. Just a little ad in the upper corner of the back sheet called attention to the fact that a new ditty was being featured by Fred Rastede in Morrison, and proved to be successful. To the Runyan's we must go to get a piece of cake Cwas that true?J. They say that Harold Smith still sings in his sleep, Take me out to the ball game. Does he mean Sterling or Fulton? Fiddle up, fiddle up, on your violin , attracted Clara Hanson, for she came in the store while I was there and traded a bright, new dime for a copy. Oneiof our Juniors, Alfred Hiddleson, has had a new verse dedi- cated to him, and it promises to enter the race for popularity next season. The lost chord -I mean, The lost vocal chord. Specks Weaver will propably put on a little sketch in the movies soon, entitled, How many hearts have I broken today? This is not a song without words, but one without an answer. Who knows? To Olga was written, Just for a brown eyed girl, and Martha has sung, When I walk, I always walk with Albert, which probably refers to Fenton. Iasked the dealer who wrote Bawlin' for Jack,',' and he said he understood it was Gertrude Bartlett, but I told him that song would not last long, for when Jack goes, Jill will no doubt find a Freshman John. Come, take a ride in my speeding machine, is getting more newspaper puffs than any other ten songs. That means it's a hit, and we will appreciate it more, coming as it does from one who un- derstands how to speed a Cadillac, and directed at our own Vera. I finally found a song to the tune of Morrison Loyalty, although the words were different. It read, You're Loyal to Us, Garrison. When I found it, I decided to go, but before leaving asked the dealer what

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A YEAR AGO CJunior Banquet 19153 The Board of Editors wish to express their sincere thanks for the use of the following toast, which was given at the Junior banquet, 1915, by our most respected mathematics teacher, Miss Mabel V. Williard, who is now teaching at Charleston, Ill. As we recollect our respective positions and social standing at that time, it seems queer, but we were there once, and did many things that would now seem odd. When I think of the Junior Class I am reminded at once of a recent visit to a music store. I was in quest of Morrison Loyalty. Had you gone with me you would have found some titles and first lines which would have startled you, no doubt. The Little Old Ford Rambled Right Along, to be sung with illustrated pictures by our friend Hank Has Anyone Here Seen Henry? Too Much Ford, someone said. However, just enough to deliver its owner safe and sound tonight. Then, There's Nothing to Do but Chat, to be put on soon by Sara Mitchell. She believes in it too, you know. There was a great headline which said, Try this over on your piano. This is what we were to try: Gladsome Gladys is Gathering Garlands for Glen, great garlands of glaring gladiolas she does gather, Glen gets a glance of .......,., and there it stopped. I thot it such a pity, for that part was so euphonious. Another the publishers assured 'me had only been out a few weeks, and had sprung into popular favor at once: 'Tm the Guy that Put Olds in 0ldsm0bile, by Birney, and the answer was, There's a Little Spark of Love Still Birney. Well, there are many ways of getting information, but this beats all. I didn't know before how musical our Junior Class was. What d'ye say, you lost those Boots? The author of this is unknown. He probably wrote it and then went to war. At any rate, we shall have one in war some day, for Bump Crump is re- ported to have sung upon request, When I'm Big l'll be a Soldier. Have you ever heard that tenor solo so delicately rendered by Lyle Ritchie on the Edison? He will sing from morning until night-if you keep winding the machine- Be my little baby bumble bee. But there was a sheet which you'll admit has an original title, Along came George, introduced and pushed to success by Alice. Then, too,

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were his three best sellers. First, and best, he told me, was one composed by Bayard Hollinsheadf' They always, always pick on me, They never, never let me beg I'm so lonesome, awfully sad, It's been a long time since l've been glad, But I know what I'll do, some sweet day. I'll go to Polo, and there I'll stay, And when I'm gone-just wait and see-A They'll get Charles Burr, and send him after me. The next in popularity was by Carl Meakins: It was a long way to Sterling, It was a rough road to gog It's the longest way to Sterling, In Couris' machine-I know. Good-bye, all you fellows, Farewell, M. H. S. Therels a bad place between here and Sterling, And I struck it, I guessf, This was to have been featured on Mr. Fitzgerald's anxitaphone, but we didn't get the record in time. The third our dealer thot might possibly be: When a boy named Knox, Knox, Knox, Spends the night with Sammy S., What do you suppose did happen? You will never guess. Well, I cannot tell you now, For that would be a shame: But Walter knows just how it goes Not to answer to some other name? This visit to the music store has encouraged me greatly. The Juniors are jumping right to the front in music, as in entertaining, and to them I would say: You're not finished, just beginning, You'll be there in the winningg Your girls are few, but they are true, And your boys surely good fellows, too. Oh the year nineteen sixteen is for luck and succeeding: On red and black you'll not go back, So here's to all of you.