Atwood Hammond High School - Post Yearbook (Atwood, IL)

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 EE R. N. MORGAN for Painting and Paper Hanging. Wall Paper Furnished. A. C. Roberts Livery, Feed and Sale Stable As fine and up-to-date buggies and horses as can be had. Mutual phone No. 44. Atwood Art Gallery J3. T. Mo Clain, ALL STYLES OP PHOTOS MADE. ORDERS TAKEN for ENLARGING. Ipbysician and Surgeon MISS EDNA WHITE - Proprietor. Atwood, Illinois. Fitting Eye (Hasses A Specialty ATWOOD ILLINOIS. H. B. Brewer Farm Implements, Buggies and Harness Summer Robes and Whips All kinds of wire fencing. H. A. Sanders Barber Shop and Laundry Agent Hast Side of Main Street. Atwood, Illinois.

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knew it to be the Tena that was in my class at Atwood. I would hardly have known her, had I not heard her name for she was no longer the sickly looking little Tena Day that I had once known, but now looked strong and robust. Just then she turned towards me. She recognized me at once and called out, Margaret K------ or is it now Margaret Keener?” Her name was changed, and she thought of course mine was too. I soon explained to her I still retained my maiden name. She told me she had married this Indiana man twenty years ago. and had been living on the farm ever since. I was just ready to ask Tena something about the other members of the class but much to my disappointment, that happy little face and the basket of eggs had vanished, and only the tossing waves remained. Another view returned but its scene was far away from that of the first. 1 was surprised to find myself not on the deck but approaching the Capitol building in Washington. As 1 entered the gallery of the House ol Representatives, I could hear the clear voice of some man speaking. After making inquiries, I found the per-s ii to be Ralph K. Randall, a member and one of the leaders in Congress. I also learned that Harrison Fahrn-kopf was a member ol the House. He and Ralph had been having a series of debates on Woman Suffrage, the leading question in politics. Ralph had always won. All this reminded me of the times when Harrison ami Ralph had debated in the Atwood High School, and I was glad to think that for once a member of the class of noughty six bad won a point against the noughty sevens that counted for something.' While I was very glad to hear of Ralph's success, I was not much surprised for when he was in school he showed ability for doing something great. The House must have adjourned for after one good view my picture was gone, leaving me gazing out into the sea in hopes of seeing some otlier wonderful picture. I had not long to wait for soon another large wave came rolling by and seemed to carry me into the laboratory of the State University. I gazed around the room until suddenly inv eyes fell upon a man seated at a desk. He was so much interested in his books that he did not notice me. This gave me an opportunity to inspect the laboratory, ami after looking all around tlie room I decided to speak to the gentleman. Just as I was about to ask him who was the teacher of science, two black eyes caught mine and I was too surprised to say anything but, “Harry Bishop, is that you?” He, too, was surprised at seeing me, and told me that he was the teacher of science, and had held that position for fifteen years. He said he was going home as soon as he heard the physics recitation, and would like for me to go with him to see his wife who was a freshman when we graduated at Atwood. Of course I knew he meant the girl he was always talking with, but before 1 could make a reply to his kind invitation the picture was gone. I had spent an hour in this reverie, but was still intensely interested. Was this real telepathy or had T only fallen asleep, and dreamed these things? 1 was wondering if I could call up another vision when suddenly before m • appeared a great forest. On nearer approach, a neglected residence cam into view. The spot was desolate, and there were no signs ol inhabitants. Surely there could be no one living in that gloomy old house which looked as if it would tumble down with the lirst little pulT of wind. Who would even care to spend an hour in this ghostly old place? I soon made my way up the creaky old steps, and finding the door open walked into what looked like a hall. It was unfurnished and did not prove a very inviting place, so I hurried on into an other room; This was also unfurnished and the only living thing I could find was a mouse running about the room. I was about to retrace my steps when I noticed some old stairs. I spied a daisy on the steps and, picking it up, found it to be as fresh and pretty as if it had just been plucked. Someone, thought I. must be near,

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so I mounted the stairs. At the top was another daisy, but before I had time to make any further investigations, I heard some one mutter these words. “Oh! I thought that when I reached this rustic place I would be inspired to write this book, but now I find it just as hard for me to write us when I was in the crowd 'd city. My very existence depends upon my success in writing this book. I did think this would be a little easier than washing all my life. Can I bear to go back to the wash tub after mv hopes towerin' so high? Hearing these remarks, I waited a lew minutes for a reply. He mg impatient to know who thi . poor forsaken person was I moved on i.i the direction of the speaker. On opening a door, I found myself in a little old shabby room, scantily furnished By a window at a table, sat a lonely little woman with head low red upon her hands. She was too much worried even to notice my entrance. Picking up a crumpled letter from the iloor, I noticed the salutation. “Dear Miss Archer: —Thought I. This must be Bertha Archer, my old friend.” f was just ready to ask her if she didn’t think even a Cicero key book would be of use t her when again my vision was Interrupted. Eiv, « f the six of the class of noughtysix had been revealed to me by ilioie mysterious waves. What wonderful picture would I see next? I waited and waited, bit all I coaid see oa tde waves was the light from the moon. When 1 could not again catch even the slightest picture, I became very much alarmed for fear some sad fate had come to this last member. I finally decided I could not stay on the deck any longer, but must have some rest, for tomorrow I was to land in America. For many hours after 1 had retired I could not sleep for thinking of III • pictures I had just seen, ami also of the one I had expected but did n t se '. However, I did not give u tall n »p s of seeing this last faithful member, and li ially console I inys.df in the belief that som time soon I would eith -r see the missing picture or see the person face to face. It was about five-thirty on the following day when we came into the harbor. I was wry anxious to leave the ship, but in mv hurry and excitement, a sw. el strain of music caused in to stop and li- e i I found that the music was m ule by the SilvutiO i Arm . I could not help but take notice of a lady drei» l in a tie u b'ack suit. She ha 1 a beautiful s » au voice, b it tn it was not all. There seem d to be something about her face that was familiar. I forced my way through the crowd, and soon found the familiar face to be that of mv old friend and classmate. Meda Gross. Site soon told me about the wonderful work she was doing, and what a happy life she was leading. I did not talk to her long before I found out that her name had not changed, but was still Meda Gross. 1. in return, told her of the mysterious pictures 1 had seen the night before. When I had told her all, she was amazed for she said, “What you have told me is the truth. Since I have been in this work 1 have had an excellent opportunity for seeingand hearing from the members of our class. I have, so far, kept track of all with exception of you, and I had given up all hopes of ever seeing or hearing from you again. My friends were calling me, so I had time only to wish Meda success and say good bye. EMBLEM AM) AT)VJCK TO THE JUNIORS HARRY M. ltlSIIOP ¥ rONORED Juniors: tin Class of 1900 has allowed me the privilige of presenting to you this emblem of supremacy. I address you as “honored ’ for such a gift as I am about to bestow upon you will make you honored. This ladder you see here was made by the great class of 1904, the greatest class that had ever, up to that time, graduated from the high school. We praise this class because of the fact that they were the first to con-