Atlanta High School - Atalanta Yearbook (Atlanta, IL)

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The Atalanta 1924 It was Autumn 1922. The corn was threshed, the potatoes husked, and the onions shocked. Ducks, millionaires, and hobos flew to their southern homes. Coal went up; screens came down; spring hats appeared. There was no doubt about it. Autumn had come. And in Autumn. Atlanta High opens. Charlie returns from his vacation at Funk's Grove, mows the lawn, wakes the faculty, rings the bell, and A. C. H. S. is ready for business. Then it was that the Class of '26 came—with minds unsoiled by learning. The first year was one of discovery. Within a week we could locate the mathematics room blindfolded, and before the year was out we could tell over half of the faculty if we saw them in the halls with their arms full of books. We learned why Dan Edmondson goes out for athletics, wdiere Billie Gulick gets his neckties, when Dale Frantz sleeps, how Bill Peifer curls his hair, where the laugh comes in on Prof. Coe’s jokes, and whether Coach Wilson bleaches his hair or blacks his eye-brows. The officers who served during this turbulent period were: Harry Gipson, President; Marjorie Crandall. Vice-President; Colene (loose. Secretary-1 reas-urer; Mr. Scheer, Class Advisor. During our Sophomore year we had a good time, that was all. It is rumored that some studied, but this is merely accidental and should not be held against us. Marian Haines was our President; George Xeel. Vice-President; Eunice Leach, Secretary-Treasurer; Mr. Coe, Class Adviser. As up the hill of life we go This year we were guided bv Mr. Coe; With a steady hand and a heart that’s true He’s been our adviser, and good friend, too. The entire high school was saddened by the death of Dale Chrisman in October, but perhaps he is more greatly missed by our class, of which he was a popular member. At the end of the year we look back on a long line of conquests: wiener roast initiation of the Freshmen—class party—Sopohomore stars in athletics— Julius Caesar! here's Willard at my elbow asking for my stuff. But one word more, watch the Class of Nineteen Twenty-Six! Shirley Colene Hoosk, ’26. Page 27 Colors: Azure Blue and White.

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The Atalanta 19 2 4 Reveries of an Ink Bottle “I am an ink bottle on a desk in the assembly room of A. C. H. S. My owner is a member of the Sophomore class. 1 know, because 1 heard her say that her class was the best in High School. 1 see her coming now; wonder what she’s up to. I hear her say. “Oh, Gee! I have to write a theme. 1 hate themes and I'd much rather write letters. My cork is forcibly removed and a pen jabbed angrily into mv contents. With the first word a big blot of ink drops and a new start is made. Another jab. A subject is selected, one paragraph written. “Down the aisle rush two girls, exactly alike; they must be twins. Both yell at once and in the same tone of voice. ‘Let me borrow your ink. In the scuffle which follows, 1 am grabbed by one, jerked by the other, and as a result, half of my contents is spilled on the dress of one of them. The other wins the fight but as she sets me on her desk, a boy with curly hair races down the aisle looking for someone or something, knocks me oft my new desk, and I am broken into a thousand pieces. Mv contents are wasted and not one theme completed. Coi.enk Hoose, ’26. Page 29