Atlanta High School - Atalanta Yearbook (Atlanta, IL)

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1932 THE ATALANTA 1932 business as a life profession? If so, you must take your studies a little more seriously, as we are very much in doubt otherwise, if you will be a success. Susie Deavers, you are so quiet and good in school that the teachers hardly know you’re there. Wake up and let the teachers earn their money and give the fellow students a thrill. Last but not least is Lyman Rogers. Juniors, we recommend that you give him the honor of being your president next year, as he was once a member of our class. We feel that he could handle the job remarkably well. Now Class—as a whole, do follow these instructions closely and by the time that your graduation comes we feel that your success will be made. B. M. C. M. JUNIOR RESPONSE Most Honorable Seniors of the Class of '32: In behalf of the Junior class I wish to thank you for the kind advice you have so generously given us. Now, perhaps we can give you some suggestions that will help you win fame in this world. Pardon me, while I laugh. Your president, Dick Tuttle, is well known for his cute little jokes around the Assembly, but Dick, please don’t forget your ability to make people laugh, and be foolish enough to become an undertaker. Carolyn has mounted so high in her school days if she keeps trying she may attain records higher than any of us. We will admit you Seniors should boast of your athletes, Bob, Art, and Buss, who always did their share in bringing home successes during the basketball season. Please, Emmy Lou, try to learn not to kick keys off people’s cars, and to get along without calling your grandma! Berdell, why don’t you and Art stick together? What good will you do each other running around in alleys on dark nights? One number of your Senior class is really studious. Edna Ludlam. you are my idea of what a Senior really should be. Jimmy, pi ase try to act dignified. We know you’re only sixteen, but don’t forget you’re a member of the Senior class and should set an example for us Juniors. Julia, you can’t ever hope to take on any weight until you stop rushing “Firpo.” We consider it a great honor that Clarence should come to A. C. H. S. to graduate, and Philip, you’re much too quiet. Why don’t you take Joe Mountjoy as an example of what you should be? If Lucile had a little of Bernice’s sex appeal, we could predict a very successful future for them. And now our parting words to you. dear class of ’32. First let us thank you again for the words of advice you have so kindly given us. We wish you all good fortune in the years to come, and hope that some day you will appreciate the sterling qualities possessed by the class with which you passed three eventful years in dear old A. C. H. S. To the class of ’32 we, the class of ’33, say good-bye. M. C., ’33. • Page 30 .............................

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1932 THE ATALANTA 1932 SENIOR CHARGE We, as members of the Senior class, would like to give you, the members of the Junior class a little friendly advice before you try to fill our worthy places. Of course we realize that your class as a whole is rather hopeless but maybe with a summer in which to practice some of these suggestions which we are going to offer, you will have a fair graduating class next year. We will start in on Madelyn Curtis your president—we know, Made-lyn. that you have had a pretty hard task at guiding your class. But really you are too quiet—a little more pep, please. Next is Philip Crihfield who certainly does rate. We know that he can’t possibly go wrong as he has one of our best Seniors to guide him. We think it would be a good idea, Loretta King, for you to keep your glances nearer home. Really there are some very nice boys in Atlanta. Do try to appreciate them more. Samuel Turner, why do you have to be so bashful? Nobody intends to do you harm. Why not take pity on some girl who looks at you with adoring eyes, and give her a break. To you, Buell Cluck, we can’t offer a criticism too severe as you are the only athlete in the Junior class. But just follow in the footsteps of your brother, one of our worthy Seniors. Now, Josephine Beverly, can’t you agree with somebody once in a while? Don’t hold yourself so aloof. We are all human mortals on this earth, after all. Next we come to Edna Mae Brandt. Edna, you will have to become more dignified before next year, and please don’t spend so much of your time talking to the boys. Ethel Lancaster, you are entirely too quiet. Why not copy after some one in the Senior class and be more “peppy.” We know the country boys are nice, but don’t think of them all of the time. Now Merlin Adams is a good student, but Merlin, you study entirely too much. You know there are two sides to life, and you must develop your social standing more. Dear Marjorie, please look around a little while longer before you make your choice. There are a lot of nice boys in the country. As for you, Earl Hayter, we recommend a brunette for a change. It is quite apparent that blondes have gone to your head. Next is Dorothea Loercher. Dorothea, your choice of a Gardener is all right, but do you really think it would make a good life profession? We recommend for you, James Odom, a little nicotine. Are you never going to learn to smoke? Why not consult your classmates and friends for the best brand to use. We know they would help you. We realize, Juniors, that your most difficult problem is Mildred Cod-dington, with her boystruck mannerisms. We recommend, Mildred, that vou find some cure for this ailment before undertaking the duties of a Senior. Now we come to Joseph Mountjoy. Joe why not turn your thoughts to the younger generation and quit robbing the old ladies’ home. Next comes a chubby Junior, Susie Irish. We know, Susie, that your great ambition is to become a nurse, but do you think it would be quite successful, taking into consideration your poor cooking ability ? And Omar Blankenship, are you really going to take up the Rexall Page 29

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1932 THE ATALANTA 1932 CLASS POEM Our high school days are over But just before wc go— I’ll tell you of each classmate, And talents that they show. Dick Tuttle is the president Of this illustrious class; And in scholastic honors All others does surpass. We know that Carolyn will be A dancer of great renown Her name in electric lights you’ll see, Far from the old home town. Harold Riley as an athlete In the next Olympics will shine His curly locks attract girls by flocks We’ve noticed from time to time! Coonsey will be a soldier boy And shoot a great big rifle; Although the girls about him rave With none does he e’er trifle. Naught but to be a farmer’s wife Will suit our own Lucile. Far from the city’s care and strife Is the place where at home she’ll feel. The “Platinum Blonde” is our friend Berdell; How he keeps the color, he’ll never tell. He has a pleasant smile for all he meets, And a cheery word for all he greets. Jimmy, with a brain like yours, An inventor’s life you’ll pass; You got your start on those marvelous things That you made in history class. Bernice will ti'avcl far, And in foreign countries roam. She’ll probably marry a handsome czar And live far away from home. Art. we can always depend on you, Whenever we’re sad; whenever we’re blue; Your kindness to those who are in need, Would be a good plan for us all to heed. Page 31