Atlanta High School - Atalanta Yearbook (Atlanta, IL)

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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

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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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Tubby, Grandma, and You All! B R Make her pretty, Jackie! I