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

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first flight of steps and then paused on the landing to see if he could anyone. The street was empty but suddenly the door of Mr. Brown’s house opened and the children came running out. Rose carried a market basket; the boys each had a large tin pail. They sor n reached Robert’s home and made him very happy by asking him to go with them on a picnic. They started and were soon joined by Willie Stevens. All day he was very unfriendly with Robert and when at last they reached the Brown’s home Willie gave him a slap in the face. This was too much for Robert to stand. Robert doubled his tist and let it out at Willie. They fell, they rolled, they scratched, they bit. While the fight was at its height the screen door of Mr. Brown’s housed banged. Father Brown, tired from bis day's work, hastened down the road. He picked up the combatants, set them on their feet, gave each a box on the ear, and returned to his interrupted meal. Mr. and Mrs. Livingstone, seated at their table, heard the commotion in the street, but they did not think that it concerned them. Mrs. Livingstone had just returned from a long day’s shopping and she supposed that Robert had been put to bed after his early supper. Suddenly the door opened and a small figure entered, its face covered wilh dirt and a bloodstained handkerchief pressed against its pqse. “Robert, what lias happened to you?” “I fought—I fought,” he began. At that Mrs. Livingstone took him in her arms to carry him up stairs; but Robert gently disengaged himself; kissed his mother good night; and told her he could go up stairs tubed by himself for he was no longer afraid of the dark, but was going to be brave like papa. To An April Shower By Ted Merritt Oh! symbol ol the glad return of spring, Whose pattering sound awakens every tree, Gives life to every plant, and makes its free, Although thy dark approach seems threatening, I know the earth will soon be glistening, With diamonds thou hast scat tered o’er the lea, And that those falling drops are soon to be Made sparklinggems by Helios’ polishing. And though o’er clouded often seems my life With gruesome tasks, ill fortune, discontent, Yet in my troubled soul there still exists Hope struggling to relieve me of the strife, And then once more to my sad heart is sent The light ot Hope which clears away the mists,

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“No you don't,” muttered one of tlie Brown boys. “I mean I know your name, amended Robert politely. Rose made no reply as she leaned against the lamp post and thoughtfully spun her brown straw hat around by its elastic. Robert, conscious of her superior age and leadership, knew that the boys were waiting to hear what she would say. Willie's voice broke the silence, “His mamma holds him by the hand—Poor little-fraid-cat couldn’t walk alone.” Robert had expected this, but his face blushed. He did not like to have his mother hold his hand, but he had never told her so. “Fraid-cat,” continued his tormentor. “Shut up!” shouted Robert, regardless of the consequences if his mother should overhear such an expression from his lips. He leaped to his feet and ran forward. The group scattered instantly, Rose and the other boys taking to the fence as the safest place. A round stone lay directly in Robort’s path and seeing it, he picked it up and threw it with all his strength, then without waiting to see the consequences of his deed, he turned and ran into the house. “What is the matter, my dear little boy?” asked the mother. “Iran up the steps very fast,” he answered. Then his mother took him up stairs and washed his hot face and hands. His supper was tasteless in his mouth. Why had he thrown that stone? What would Rose think ot him? He thought he ought to tell his mamma and papa all about it, but his courage vanished. He went to bed; he could not sleep but kept thinking about little Willie and whether he had hit him when he threw the stone. Mrs. Brown came out on the porch and called Rose, saying, that supper would be ready in live minutes. Soon the Brown family were running homeward, telling what had happened that day, at the gate. “The little boy next door can throw like everything. He hit Willie Stevens right on the arms.” Meantime, Robert lay on his bed, gazing open-eyed out the window. Over and over again he lived through that afternoon. His pillow became hotter and hotter, less adapted to his head when suddenly he felt as if he warned to pray. He knelt down beside his little bed and said, “Our Father who art in Heaven, 1 want a tall sister and two brothers. I don’t mind if they have freckles. I have been bad, but I didn’t know I was going to be. If you will, I will stand and let Willie Stevens throw a stone at me and I will shut my eyes. I cannot wait much longer for my brothers and sisters because I feel so awful, and this I ask for Jesus’ sake, Amen. Then he stole back to bed and drew the covers up close under his chin and was soon fast asleep. The next morning lie rose with the strong desire upon him to go out and meet Will'e Stevens and fulfill his vow. He hurried out into the hall for bis hat and went slowly down the

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Alumini Notes-What Some of Them are Doing By Mollie Gross Josie Atwell—'87, Kansas City, Mo. Lydia Biggs—’88, leaching primary room, Atwood. Nora Atwel I—’88,steuograph -er, Kansas City, Mo. Ida Davis (Yuell)—’88, teaching. Fort Payne, Ala. Mary Abrams—’91, teacher, Alva, Okla. Ray Coddington—'91, dentist Litchfield, III. Theodore Bercher—'91, contract painter, Urbana, III. Henry Gross—’91, employed by Q. S. Weather Bureau, Chattanooga, Ten n. Theodore Gross—’93, assistant cashier of Bank at Atwood. Alfred Helton-’93, M. D. of North Yakima, Wash. Tlnvaite Abrams—'94, salesman, Marshfield, Wis. Edna White—'94, m mager of photograph gallery, Atwood. John W. Meeker—’94, of Tuscola, is a member of the real estate firm of Meeker Bros, of that city. Katherine Erhardt—’98, holds a position as stenographer in Chicago. Edward Wrightsman—’96, M. D.. is a practitioner of Chicago. Alexander Bercher—’96, does contract-painting in Atwood, 111. Fred Latch—’96, is the city attorney of Shelbyville, III. Vollie Smith—’96, is a member of the teaching profession of the Rockfield, 111. Lena Gross—’98, has charge of the grammai room, Atwood. Sadie Hoff—’98, employed at Herald printery, Atwood. Jessie Wiley—’99, is a milli- j ner, Atwood. Clara Cook—’00, is leaching I in Tolono, 111. Walter Hassig—’00, holds a position as bookkeeper iti Tdp-penish, Wash. Allred O. Gross—’00, is a graduate of the class of ’08 of the U .iversity of Illinois. Clarence E. Marshall—’00, holds a position of vOuchfcT-clerk in Kansas City, Mo. Lillis White—’01, is saleslady in Atwood. Zeph Merritt—’01, is employed by Uncle Sam as mail-carrier on Route 1 from Atwood. Charles bipe—’01. is employed by Uncle Sam as mail-carrier on Route No. 3, from Atwood. Walter Erhardt—’02, holds a position as bookkeeper in St. Louis, Mo. Clara Rideout—’02, is a stenographer in Freeport, 111. Susan Albers—’02, teaching at Prairie Hall school. Elpba Smithson—’03, teaching music in Atwood. Ralph Blackwell—’03, is pursuing studies at the University ot Illinois. Lillian Hassig—'04, is teach ing in Atwood. Leah Sipe—’04, is teaching music in Atwood. Lee Kirby—'04, holds a position as teacher at Map’e Grove school. John Merritt—’04, is serving as village clerk of Atwood.