Atlanta High School - Atalanta Yearbook (Atlanta, IL)

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11!11!111111!111111111111111111111111111111111 111II111111II11!! I III 11.11 [ 111111.1111111111111111!![ - The Atalanta 1925 Junior Modesty For the third time in as many years the Soulful Sob of a Senior disturbs my reverie. “Your class history must be in by tomorrow night, this is your job.” Impossible! For we are an extraordinary bunch. In the beginning we didn’t rush in and grab all the honors. What was the use? We had four perfectly good years before us to deliver the goods. When it came to talking about ourselves we were about as self-assertive as a mountain daisy. And therein lay the cleverness of the whole thing. We knew we were great and never said a word about it. We chose as leader in our Junior year, a dignified youth by the name of Watt, who had an irresistible way with the girls. During this time we mastered the art of financing the Junior-Senior Banquet. If a nickel slipped by us it was well greased. We wrote a book on “Fussing” and gave Miss Beebe auctioneer’s cramp calling class meetings. In all student activities we were at the front and the girls veere always in demand. Even the feminine members of the faculty tried to vamp our boys. I had a dream last night. I dreamed I went to Heaven and found the Seniors there. The idea was so amusing. I laughed myself awake. However, I dreamed that I went back to Atlanta High in 1940. The place had changed. Charley had washed the basement windows, Prof. Coe could no longer pass as “Twenty-one,” and George Heidlebaugh had graduated. That’s how I knew it was a dream. 1 went up to the office to talk to the superintendent. Imagine my surprise on being met by Adrian Weddington, grown portly and handsome. With a whoop he wrung my hand. He told me that the members of the Class of ’26 were scattered from Kankakee to Key West, from Hell's Gate. Halifax to Golden Gate, San Francisco. He had just finished writing a book entitled, “Why All Great Men and Women Belong to the Class of ’26.” With a shudder, I awoke............ We know our class is famous. Look at our painters, our declaimers, our athletes. Let others boast of their doings! It is for us to continue modestly in our present course. And when we come to the time of our dissolution as a class, may our successors be not so bold as to try to emulate us. Colors: Azure Blue and White. “S. C. H. ’26.” Jltt Urmnriam George Washington Neei. Iune 15, 1924 Page 25 iiJiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiimmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMmimiMiiimiiiiiiii

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President . . . Frank Watt Secretary-Treasurer Annie Hayter Vice-President Marjorie Crandai.i. Class Adviser . . Miss Beebe Alice Ash Billy Gulick Alma Leesman Ruth Ash Annie Hayter Thelma Lown Bernice Atchison Marian Haines William Peifer Geneva Chandler Nancy Hoblit Wilbur Phillips Lyle Chrisman Colene Hoose Marian Tuttle Marjorie Crandall Omah Hooten Frank Watt Donald Edmondson Harriet Irish Adrian Weddington Christina Frantz Elsie Kindred Dorothy Williams Dale Frantz Eunice Leach Ray Williams Page 24 imiiiiiiimiimiimmiimiiiiiiimMimmiiiiminiiimmimiimiiiiNmiiiimiimmiiimmiiiiim

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