Atlanta High School - Atalanta Yearbook (Atlanta, IL)

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Class Poem (Continued) The trade marks of one senior boy Are bright shirts and a cheery smile, Vaughnie’s favorites are typing and F.F.A., And he's happy all the while. The Senior class boasts a pair of twins. They like their music hot and sweet. When it comes to trumpets or trombones. Jack and Gene Brandt turn on the heat. Phyllis Frantz, leader of the Pep Club, As a dignified senior she is grand. And she dazzles all the others. By the sparkler on her hand. “Speed' is a whiz at athletics And at teaching he's all right. But this trust in his dog isn’t much, and I quote, “Gee, I don’t think Butch will bite. In Latin, “Billie is very adept. But when she goes caroling. In all “Alice Blue Gown”, she’s the talk of the town. For we all like to hear her sing. Who plays in the band and likes Camera Club, And is a chemist, sure as you’re born And is one of the managers oi our team. You guessed it, it's Billy Horn. At dancing Mary Louise is smooth. And in our plays she turned dramatic, When talking of her we have nothing but praise, And that is most emphatic. Bob Mayberry is also one of our own. Who is destined for fortune and fame. But if you want to see him a bit disturbed. Just say, What’s your middle name?” Margie came from Eminence, The D..A.R. Award to win. And as president of the F.H.A. She keeps us in a spin. Tee” is our number one glamour boy. Who's right at home on a basketball floor. For when we need another point or two. He knows how to raise the score!

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Charge (Continued) Margaret Taylor, do you find McLean or Atlanta more interesting? We wish you’d make up your mind before we graduate. Willie Loy and Bill Gaither, are you two going to be women haters for the rest of your life, or are you going to be lone wolves just for the fun of it? What's so interesting about the Alumni, Marilyn Leisman? Evidently something or somebody. Could it be the somebody? Marshall Spaits, is our taxi driver. Marshall, if you think you can pile anymore kids in a car like you do, you had better invent a 20 passenger model. Have you learned to make button holes yet, Rachel, or are you still practicing on most expensive material? Mary Jane and Willie, why don't you two get together instead of being so bashful? Phyllis Purcell is another gal that goes for McLean. What is bo interesting in McLean that isn't here, Phyllis? Norma Karrick, how about all those letters you write each week? Is there somebody in the picture that we haven’t heard about or seen? Lyle Karrick thinks the sophomore class is all right. So do we, Lyle Do you intend to go in the grocery business someday, Tom Faye? We noticed that you preferred food rather girls. Ralph Gosda is our country lad, and a star pupil in ''Ag”. He is a good most of the time. And so. Dear Juniors, in saying farewfcll, we hope you will heed our advice and do your utmost to fill our honored seats. CLASS POEM Since we, (the wonderful senior class) Are leaving soon, (what a terrible loss I) I’ll tell you of each lad and lass. That made the teachers glad or cross. 1 11 start with Bob, a mischievous lad. The Seniors only pride and joy. He makes one Freshman heart so glad. For he is a very “Speciale” boy. When a teacher says “Name all the presidents,’’ Who does it, as bold as brass. And spells Constaninople on the side? Duane Quisenberry, president of the class. Who is the girl with the camera. Who is always where there is fun? You guess it. It’s “Dottie’’, that takes all the pictures. And is there when a good yarn is spun. Within our number are scientists true. But the most enthusiastic to be seen, Is the president of the Camera Club, Vaughn Craft’s little brother, Eugene.

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Class Poem (Continued) Joanne Douthit, a studious model-to-be, In social sciences she does excell. And we would be so very proud If we could do as well. A quiet young gentleman, Glendon Cook, Who is well-known where ever he goes. No question can ever stump him. Why? Because “the Shadder knows!” Marilyn’s pleasant smile and manners to match. Make us admire her more each day. But when her sister puts on her best skirt. Please keep out of Marilyn’s way. Ray is our future admiral And we all admire his style. His girls in each port will be swooning Oyer his “Million-Dollar-Smile”. When we were picking Cheerleaders Melba Miller was our selection, And she warbles like a nightingale In Mr. Merry’s alto section. The reason why this class is sometimes bold. And sometimes talkative or brash. Is because they were born in '29, The year of the awful crash. I’ve turned the dictionary inside out, To find a rhyme for Joan, And since I can’t find one, the rime has come. To end this lengthy poem. Joan Wiseman