Atlanta High School - Atalanta Yearbook (Atlanta, IL)

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CLASS POEM Listen my people and I shall strive To tell you a tale of '55 On the first of September, in '43 We ascended those stairs toward destiny. They said to their friends, if the Seniors March down the aisle in that gym tonight, Hang a lantern high in the belfry arch Of Atlanta High School, as an inviting light. One if by foot and two if by cars, Dave in his space-ship off to Mars Ready to drive and spread the news. Through every street drives Jill Hughes. Then Jim said good-night with unmuffled roar, And noisly sped to finish a chore. Just as the moon rose over the bay, Jerry was throwing his cows some hay. While JackWarrick, our roving one, Goes out of town to have his fun. But Lynd Wertheim, our city belle, Can paint our town just as well. Meanwhile, her friend Jackie Mc-Kown, Stays a lovely lass with eyes of brown. And Dixie Baker a sweet one too, Woos Jim Pittenger with eyes of blue. Amidst the noise in all the crowds, Rides Jack Shay upon the clouds. And there stands Wilma by the water But will she stay the farmer's daughter ? Now here comes our tumbler, Jane Cary, no doubt, For when she's not singing she's tumbling about. ; Oh, there goes Patsy with her cheerful ways And at home she almost never stays. Let's go to a ballgame at Atlanta High. Of fighting boys, we've our supply. There goes the buzzer, the game has begun Roger's trying hard for this is his last one. Our class has lacked cheerleaders you know, For we've hadnot a one three years in a row. Out on the floor, backing the team, Yea Red, Yea White, yells our Maxine. Whether it's sports, chorus, or band, You'll always find Frank Harwood at hand. He came to us in our Junior year. Among his favorites are pretzels and beer. To Thressia, the future looks bright. Asked if she'll marry she'll say I just might . Her daddy says an old maid she will be. But this little redhead doesn't agree. Noble Usherwood, our year-book head. Last year our class as president led. He left us, then returned again. And sat in Physics in back of Jane. Well, here's a girl who lives close to school. And at sports Sussy hard to fool. A diamond we see upon her left hand, And before a preacher she soon will stand. We've come to the end of this poem at last, Which leaves only Duane with his foot in a cast. And we all regret to say good-by To the hallowed halls of Atlanta High. 14

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1955 We, the Senior Class of Atlanta Community High School of 1955, having met together for the last time as a class, now about to leave these beloved halls never again to enter them as students, do hereby make this, our last will and testament. FIRST To the Board of Education, we leave our thanks and appreciation for their help and guidance through our twelve years of school. SECOND To the Faculty, we wish to express our appreciation and thanks for patience and efforts to keep us, as a class, on the straight and narrow path during our last four years of school. THIRD To the cooks we leave our dirty trays and messy tables. FOURTH To Dewey and Oma and bus drivers, we leave our sincere sympathy for all the things they put up with during our stay. FIFTH To the reckless and unworthy Juniors we leave: Jill Hughes’ quietness in study hall to Ada Reid and Rosemary Bruce. Jim Adams' sarcastic remarks and practical jokes to Marie Dano and Sheila Ferguson. Noble Usherwood's trapping ability to Bonna McDaniels. Jackie McKown's quietness and dignified manner to Pat Adams. Lynd Wertheim's gift of gab to Hannah Ijams. Duane Kindred’s broken bones to Phyllis Miller and Jean Harris. Roger Leesman's broken glasses to Tom Brandt. Patsy Nichol's height to Charlene Chamberlin. Jane Cary's violin to Carol French and Charlotte Speciale. Wilma Bruner's perfect attendance to Jane Logsdon and Joyce Gehrke. David Amberg's basketball ability to Max Young. Jack Warrick’s Don Juan reputation to Billy Kelleins, Ronnie Nichols, and Bill Dunham. Thressia Parks' curly hair to Rosalie Kaup and Dick Pittenger. Jerry Leesman's farming ability to Art Mitchell and Homer Hamblin. Sue Short's diamond to Ruth Ware and Loretta Rinehart. Jack Shay's straight A 's to Bob Johnston. Frank Harwood’s love affairs to Jon Rawlins, Fred Stunkard, and Karl Ware. Dixie Baker's good behavior to Nellie Horath and Mike Brown. Maxine Harris' cheering ability to Donna Bruner. 13

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SENIOR CLASS PLAY Act Your Age Act Your Age, a three act comedy, was staged by the senior class on October 22, 1954. Tryouts were held September 21 and rehearsals began September 23. Those in the cast were: Maxine Harris as Helga, Jack Shay as Archibald (Gadget) Hoffenflugel, Jane Cary as Geraldine Joyce, Wilma Bruner as Cora, Jack Warrick as James Matson, Frank Harwood as Commander Stone, Dixie Baker as Sandra Stone, Lynd Wertheim as Angelica, Thressia Parks as the messenger girl and Jimmy Adams as Franco's voice. Those on the production staff were: assistant director, Thressia Parks; stage manager. Noble Usherwood; properties, Jim Adams; wardrobes, Jill Hughes; business manager, Pat Nichols; sound effects, Gerald Leesman; and the director, Mrs. Noel D. Brak. Our director was a great help to us all through our play practice. Here is a brief summary of the plot. Jerry and Angy are 2 teen-age girls, who, through letter writing, become involved with 2 sailors. Imagine their dismay when the 2 homely sailors come to visit them! The girls' antics are further complicated by Sandra Stone, who poses as an eleven year old. Everything comes to a climax with the arrival of Commander Stone on whom Cora demonstrates her wrestling technique. 15