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

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY I The class of 1914 was first known in September 1910 when the entire tribe, numbering at that time about ten, landed at the head of the stairs of the old Atwood High School. Some thought us to be a promising tribe because the greater part was from the country and they thought we had entered high school for our own betterment and not merely for a good time. Feeling themselves superior to the strangers in the Freshman tribe, the Junior and Sophomore tribes harrassed us, but we being strongly equipped with the grit and muscles peculiar to farm life defended ourselves well and soon disposed of those petty enemies. Our greatest difficulty was obeying the rules of the high school, especially the one stating, “Thou shalt not run down the stairs”, in consequence of which, one of our members had to remain upstairs and forfeit a recess for disobedience. The next year the Nineteen Fourteens diminished to the number of seven, migrat ed to the Sophomore division and immediately another tribe arrived in the Freshmen’s place. We were only human when we took our revenge on those inexperienced little ones. By this time we had acquired the school spirit as was shown by the work of our only boy in basket ball and track work and by our girls in basket ball. Again after a year as Sophomores we moved to a higher station and as jolly Juniors we spent much of our time in planning socials; eg., the elaborate reception for the 1913 tribe. Yet this was not all for we had representatives in literary societies as well as basket ball and track where we received more than one honor. Now we are Seniors and still the rulers are laying before us new laws. For instance the law. “Thou shalt not write on the table in the laboratory—not even your initials for future classmen.” was especially burdensome, but oh, how heavy rested the injunction when Mr. Niedermeyer placed new papers on the table. Then too the law stating, “Thou shalt not steal thy neighbors time,” has given some of our talkative members much trouble. Soon we shall sally forth from the Seniors’ ranks into the war of iife as all must do. May none be overwhelmed, but may all look back over the joy and success of the last four years and brave the fight. The Post is a great invention. The staff gets all the fame, The printer gets the money, And the editor, the blame. Ex.

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GLADYS QUICK Secretary of Alethenian Society ’12; Vice President of Alpha Society 13; Class Play ’14; Editor In Chief of Post 14. KENNETH WILSON President of Alpha Society '13; Capt. Basket Ball 14; Capt. Track Team T4; Basket Ball ’12, ’13, 14; Track Team ’ll,’12, 13, 14; Class Play 12. 13. T4; Business Manager of Post 14; Extempore Speaking ’14. BLANCHE ROGERS President of Philomatheon Society T3; Class Play T4; Second Honor; Essay ’14; Member of Athletic Committee 14.

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SENIOR NOTES Miss Cook -How many seasons are there? Tug Three. Miss Cook Only three? Well, what are they? Tug Baseball, basket ball and track. BRIGHT THINGS! A centipede is a French measure of length. There are five continents a, e, i, o and u. Mr. Niedermeyer (in Physics class' -Blanche, Mabel, Gertrude-Oh, alright Mabel, have you got it now? Mabel Yes, I have it, but I can’t get it out. In an oral theme Kenneth said, “And he slowly shook his head, and Gladyssolemn-ly shook her head in unison with Kenneth’s words. By cutting a door they cut off the legs of Christ and two of his disciples. - B. R. “Wisdom.” said Mabel, “is knowin’ how to keep folks from findin out what a blame fool you is. Blanche Just think, the score in basket ball was 0 to 0. Gladys It was? How many innings did they play? Zeal—That which Freshmen lack, but which is always, without a doubt, possessed by every Senior. Little dabs of Physics Little dabs of German Cause the pious Seniors To use such words as “durn ’em. Mr. Niedermeyer (in Economics class) When are we satisfied in life? Tug (quickly)—When we have enough to eat. Gladys The sun passes between the moon and earth and so causes lunar eclipse. A. W. N.— Does it? Now be careful? Aie you sure? Gladys—Oh darn, I don’t know. Motto found in Mabel’s Virgil. Virgil or bust; explode or spontaneous combustion. We wonder which occurred. Sing a song of Physics Seniors in a row Nieder in front a lecturin’ As fast as he can go. Tug and Mabel asking questions With an indulgent air, Blanche is tweaking handfuls Out of Gladys' hair Gertrude is a dreaming In abstraction sunk Suddenly Nieder springs a quiz — Ought to see us flunk. Coach Biggs in basket ball game)—Foul. Smart Freshman I don’t see any feathahs. Coach in reply) - This is a picked team, you goose. Blanche—What did you have in Latin I today, Lera? Lera Oh, the congiegation of verbs and dimensions of nouns. Sing a song of Freshies Pockets full of notes When the teachers find ’em Won’t they get their goats? Mabel Gee, it is only 50 degrees in here. Gertrude—Well. Miss Stansbury keeps it cold, to keep the dead language from spoiling.