Graduating Class 1901 Memories of
the Past by Oleta
Munson Class
Historian, Class of 1901, Denison High School "The principal office of history is to prevent virtuous
actions from being forgotten and that evil words and deeds should fear an
infamous reputation with posterity," says Tacitus. Carlyle says, "The stories are as perfect as the historian is
wise and is gifted with an eye and a soul." To me has been assigned the writing of the history of the Class of
1901. If I fail to record many virtuous actions, the omission must be put to
the account of the historian, to her want of wisdom, and not to the virtuous
actions of the class. In the school year of 1896 and 1897, the nine girls and the three
boys who constitute this graduating class were in the seventh grade at three
different schools, little thinking who were to be their classmates during the
last year and this, their last day in the public schools of Denison. One, our
salutatorian, was still attending school held in a small store room one block
east the Washington building which had been rented as there was not sufficient
room in the main building. Three of us—Lucille [Burgett], Harry [Lewis], and
myself—were at the Peabody, enjoying our last days of country freedom, for the
next year we were to attend the Main Street school and consider ourselves no
longer "south side tackies," but young ladies and gentlemen. The
other seven of the class were from the "Tony Hill" region of the city
and were attending the Washington building. During the summer of 1897, the trustees of the school decided to
organize a department High School. Our class therefore had the honor of being
the first Freshman class of this improved school. On the opening day of our Freshman year, there was such a large
attendance that two rooms were found necessary to accommodate the pupils of the
eighth grade. Those coming from the Peabody, thirty or more in number, were
assigned to the room known as the North Eighth grade and by those in the south
room were called the girls "Peabody tackies" and the boys
"Peabody toughs." "It is much easier to be critical than to be
correct." To meet and get acquainted with four new teachers was a fearful
ordeal, as before we had been all sufficient. Miss [Minnie] Marsh, the principal, taught mathematics. Miss [Ireline]
Walker the sciences, Miss [Inez] Cartwright was the teacher of history and Mr.
Hennessey of English. Many a time during this year were there three or four pupils sent
to the superintendent's office to spend a pleasant half-day, simply because
they had too many teachers to study to allow them time to prepare their
lessons. It was during this year that the two eighth grades had their great
contest in grammar, to determine which of the grades should stand higher in
their general average at the end of the year. The winning grade was to be
treated to candy. The south room won, and each pupil in that room was
impatiently waiting for his share of the candy. One girl went so far as to
cautiously mention that the teacher could get "fairly good" candy at
one dollar and fifty cents per pound. But he calmly said, "Pupils, I am
awfully sorry to disappoint you, but since I made the bargain I have found out
it is against the rules of school for the teacher to give the pupils a
treat." We of the North Room were envious no longer. The next year we were better prepared for work, as we had gained
some idea of the ways of a high school. Mr. Hennessey had resigned, and Miss [Carrie]
Johnson filled his place. Our sophomore class was the largest for years. Forty-five in attendance. It was in this class that our love for mischief was increased. Our
motto then was "Enjoy the present hour." We became noted for our
originality in wrongdoing, and I fear were rather proud of the reputation. Of
course there were pupils in the class who took no part in our mischief, but
their reputations suffered on account of the wrong doers. How many times this year were little red-topped boots hung out of
the windows, just for fun and to attract passersby. How many good things were carefully conveyed under cape or jacket
into the room to eat in school hours. It was this year that we had our pets. Several mice had made their
home under the floor. Every day they would creep up through a knot-hole,
scamper about the room and scare the girls. Every night the traps were set by
the janitor to catch them, but in vain. No mice were ever caught. Why? The
girls every day after school put the scraps left from lunch in the hole so as
to have fun on the morrow dodgering mice with their feet. Upon entering the school the next year, we found two of the former
teachers missing. Miss Marsh had entered the lecture field. Miss Walker had
concluded that one good pupil was preferable to so many mischievous ones and
entered the blissful state of matrimony, to take care of him. A new trial but an interesting one confronted us. Two gentlemen
teachers, Mr. Flemming and Mr. [F.B.] Hughes, were to be studied. In a few
weeks we had become satisfied that they were not so terrible as we had at first
imagined, and the Juniors turned their thoughts to other things. This year we lost one of the brightest members of our class, Edith
Purdom. She went with her parents to California to live. The class was very
sorry to lose her and went in a body to the train to say good-bye [and] see her
off. Our number was now reduced to twenty-one. We were studying physics. Mr. Hughes took us one night to the
"Power House" of the Electric Light & Power Company to study the
ways of electricity. We came away a great deal more enlightened. We were more given to pranks this year. "We were determined
not to cross the bridge until we came to it." On days when the Seniors
experimenting with chemicals would make any compound with the slightest odor,
the "noted tenth grade" would rise in a body and leave the room for
the stairs or the grounds to study their lessons, having the excuse that the
chemicals were offensive. On other days we would slip one by one out of the room to the
library and there have a jolly time to ourselves until caught and sent to our
seats. Sometimes we preferred the laboratory to the library and there would
make a small beaker of sulphuretted hydrogen and set it in a corner to drive
the seniors out. This year the public seemed to take a great interest in the class
and there was much gossip about it. Was it, as some said, because we were all
mamma's darlings? No. It was because most of us thought we were old enough to
make our debut in society and to give our thoughts to dancing and other parties
and let lessons go to the winds. Well, we had our fun and we found that
"One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warnings."
The climax of mischief had been reached. On meeting a new superintendent, Mr. [J.E.] Blair, and our new
principal, Mr. [David] Furman, this year, we found our reputation had preceded
us, and therefore we determined to lay everything else aside and do our best to
repair what had been lost. To do this we had to work, work, work.
"Although in doing what we ought, we deserve no praise." Yet I think
our teachers will tell you that no better, more conscientious, hard-working
pupils have ever passed through the senior year. To the members of the last year's graduating class who told us we
would not pass through the senior year by efforts of our brain, I wish to say
that "You can never plan the future from the past." One of the most interesting as well as instructive trips during this
year was to the gas house where we learned the manufacture of gas. Another trip
was to the schoolhouse one evening to study the stars. There were but eleven of us entering the Senior class from the
Junior, the twelfth member, Mary [Mack], entered from the sophomore, making two
grades in one year. The distinguishing feature of our class is that one of our boys is
still wearing short trousers. It has been said that the girls are pretty and the boys are
handsome and we all are musical. "Thus
times do shift each thing His turn doth hold, New things come forth as Former things grow old." [Paper torn,
a line is missing] So wholly wasted, as wholly vain, If, resting on the wrecks at last To something nobler we
attain." Editor's
Note: Oleta Munson was the daughter of T.V. Munson. The original
of this class history is in the possession of Dr. Mavis Anne Bryant. Denison High School History Susan Hawkins © 2024 If you find any of Grayson CountyTXGenWeb links inoperable, please send me a message. |