Atlanta High School - Atalanta Yearbook (Atlanta, IL)

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Mr. Crihfield (from the stairs): “What time is it, Emily?” Emily Jean: “I don’t know, the clock isn’t going.” Mr. Crihfield: “Well, how about Marvin ?” • • John Hubner: If a cantaloupe can’t elope, what can elope?” Irma Rrandt: “Go ahead, I’ll listen.” John: “A pear.” • • Mildred Phillips: It rained cats and dogs out our way yesterday.” Vivian Gresham: “Figuratively?” Mildred Phillips: No. literally. The animal cracker factory blew up.” • • Mr. Rush: “I got my mustache on the installment plan.” Jerry Baker: “The installment plan ?” Mr. Rush: “Yes, a little down each week.” • • Eorietta Wilcoxson : “I hear you’ve been making remarks about me—calling me bow-legged.” Tom Hie: “Oh, no. I—er—I’ve been misquoted. What 1 really said was that you seem to have a broad foundation.” • • Mrs. Price: “The man next door kisses his wife every time he sees her. Why don’t you do that?” Mr. Price: “I’m not well enough acquainted yet.” • • Tom Tuttle: I want a girl that can take a joke.” Jeanne Knecht: “Then you stand a good chance of being accepted.” Harley Duffield: “I see that your grades are much better this week.” Eddie Manners: “Yes, Dad’s on a trip so I’m doing all my work myself.” • • A judge asked Miss Hieronymus her age. “Thirty,” she replied. “You’ve given that age in this court for the last three years.” Yes, I'm not one of those who says one thing today and another tomorrow.” • • Eorietta: Leota, what make of car do you call that one you have?” Leota: “Well, it’s the old reliable type, the R. F. D.” Eorietta: “What’s that ?” Leota: “Rescued from the dumps.” • • The night was dark and dreary, The rain was pouring fast. Narola, as you may guess, Was entertaining Pete at her best. ’Twas 10 and silence reigned, For Pete to get wet seemed a shame. So nothing could be done save to say, “Since it's raining so hard why don’t you stay?” Narola excused herself to prepare a room, But when she returned, alas 'twas too soon. Not a soul was in sight, Which gave her poor heart great fright. Soon the door swung open wide And darlin’ Pete madly rushed inside. “Oh, dear, I’m wet!” he sighed. Whereupon Narola wisely spied. He had gone home to get his night clothes. For to sleep at Williams’ he chose. 1111 31 Atalanta

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Hunt in HEARD IN CLASS ROOMS Mr. Riley (in Senior English class) : “What type of literature was produced in the 16th century?” Louise Bradway: “Movable type.” • • Mr. Price (in algebra I class) : “What is the answer to the next problem ?” Tom Hie: “Five x.” Mr. Price: “You’re a little off.” • • On a general science test. Mr. Rush asked for the definition of the word “transparent”. The answer appearing on one pupil’s paper was: “Transparent—A cross parent.” • • Mr. Riley (in Sophomore English class) : “Who was the wife of William Shakespeare ?” Roberta Reynolds: “Ann Rutledge.” • • It was in Latin II class. There was a knock at the door. Mr. McMurry very graciously tiptoed to the door. I le was addressed by Clifford Amberg: “May Myrtle go to our uncle’s funeral with me?” Mr. McMurry: “Why, yes, if you can find her.” Clifford: “Sure I can find her. She is sitting there in your class.” Mr. McMurry: “Oh. I didn’t know she was in my class.” • • FAMILIAR FACULTY QUOTATIONS Mr. McMurry: “Are there any more announcements ?” Miss Hieronymus: “Be looking over your topics.” Miss Langston : “Oh dealt! Deah !” Miss Knowles: “I was so overcome, I almost had hydrophobia.” Mr. Price: “Can’t take it!” Mr. Rush: “So much for that.” Mr. Riley: “I’ll think it over and let you know in a day or two.” Mr. Daglcy: “Gracious! Mercy!” Bill Spencer: “I think Madelyn will make an ideal wife. Every time I go to see her I find her darning her father’s socks.” Emery: “Yeah? Max caught me on that one too, until I noticed it was always the same sock.” • • Mr. Riley: “I want your sentences to be so clear that they can lx understood by the most stupid people—then I can tell what you mean.” • • Ed Manners: “I am not one of those thin-skinned people. I’m first to laugh at my own foolishness.” Harley Duffield: “What a merry life you must lead.” • • Bob Judy: “Whatchagotina pack idge ?” Ramon Mason: “Sabook.” Bob: “Wassanaimavitt ?” R a m o n : “Sadickshuncry, fullo-naimes. Gonna gettapleecedog anagot-tagettanaimferim.” • • Lyle: “Why don’t you ever use toothpaste, Pete?” Pete: “Why should I when I haven’t any tooth loose?” e • Wilma: “What time do you get up in summer?” Yarola: “As soon as the first rays of sun come in at my window.” Wilma : “Oh ! Then you like to go out while the dew is fresh on the grass.” Narola: “Well, not exactly. My room faces west.” • • Leslie Odom: “Why do they call John Frecston “Jack”? Tom Tuttle: “Because he’s always giving a fiat tire a lift.” - 30 - 1 9 3 1 mi

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(Class Prop It ecu As I sat on the wide circular veranda of my comfortable country home, situated in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains in California, I had a lonely feeling. 1 had a very beautiful estate, made so by the rolling hills covered by forests so beautiful that no art'st could come near reproducing them; a winding stream in which any sportsman would be glad to fish the rest of his days; a beautiful slope of ground in front of my home, with a rock garden, short, green grass, tall oaks and redwoods, and shrubbery of all kinds and a curved drive shaded by a thick growth of California’s majestic redwoods. All this bad a background of lofty, snow-covered peaks r'sing above the irregular timber line. Even though I was living in this country and bad all I could desire I was not happy. This afternoon my two stalwart greyhounds were lying, one on cither side of my chair. The small brown and white terriers were romping over the large Newfoundland. who was sunning himself on the grass. In them I confided the cause of my loneliness and unrest. Twenty-five years had elapsed since the members of our dear old class of ’34 had scattered to the four winds to make their fortunes. I was yearning for some word from all of them. 1 wondered where they were and what they were doing. Sitting in the warm California sun I soon fell asleep and was taken away to the beautiful valley of Dreamland. The Dreamland fairy. Vision, then lead me on a long journey. We were traveling through a large city. The first person we met was Dr. Delber Fulk, the best in the city. I then got a glimpse of Lawrence Howe. Sonny was now manager and owner of one of the largest department stores in that town. Lawrence was seen smok'ng a large cigar, his feet propped on the desk top in his private office. He was reprimanding one of his good looking lady clerks. By looking closely I could tell it was the same Georgia Houghtling. In this same city I saw Lcota Younkers as an experienced nurse in a large hospital. I also gl’mpsed Irma Brandt as a bank president’s wife. While going through this same town I noticed on the window of a building, “Beauty Salon. Experienced Beauty Cultur-ist, Mildred Phillips”. Vision and I now traveled to another large city where I saw a large car manufacturing plant. An agent came out and took me before the manager. After some time I recognized the manager as Pete Frantz, one of my old classmates. He took me into the office and I was introduced to his secretary. Myrtle Ambcrg. He took me to his home to meet his wife, the former Narola Miller. Vision now took me to the rural districts where I saw John Hubner and Lyle Paulsen as successful farmers. In this same community I saw Helen Adams performing the role of a country school teacher. Also in the rural d:strict I saw Bernice Graham and Hester Hubner as housewives. I was now taken to another city, across the top of a building was a sign which read. “W. M. Black, Attorney at Law”. While going by a large ball I noticed a sign in front of it, which stated that a great orator was to give an address i:i the hall the following day, the orator was to be Lorlctta Wilcoxson. It was in this city that I saw Louise Brad way, she was to make her debut as a soloist the following evening. It hapnened that her training in music in A. C. H. S. was helpful after all. I was then taken into another town. We passed a newspaper office and upon looking in I d scovercd Paul Adams bending over his desk writing his latest report. He was now a full fledged newspaper reporter. I looked across the street and saw Wilma Howe coming from the broadcasting studio where she had just finished a daily program. She was a nationally known pianist. I saw Sarah Watt in this same town. She was serving as a gymnastic instructor. I then passed the police station and saw lack Frccston as police chief of the city. This, however, was only a side line as Jack was planning on entering the coming Olympics. Before we started on our homeward journey. Vision took me into a jungle in India. A group of natives were gathered around a white woman who was talking to them very earnestly. It was Mary Zollars. traveling for Sears, Roebuck Co. She was selling sealskin coats to the natives on the installment plan. I gradually awoke and found myself still sitting in the comfortable chair on the veranda of my home in the California foothills. I wondered just how nearly true my dreams would be if I could meet my old classmates and renew some of the long lost acquaintances. B. T., 34.