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

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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.

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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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Seven mighty Seniors got into a mix Elsa began to teach, and then there were six. Six mighty Seniors trying hard to thrive, • Mabel decided to stay with “pa” then there were five. Five mighty Seniors, wishing for some more Minnie went to the U. of I. then there were four. Four mighty Seniors wishing great to be, Gladys went and married, and then there were three. Three mighty Seniors don't know what to do. Another Gertrude, married, then there were two. Two mighty Seniors, a boy and a girl. Boy looked at girl and his senses seemed to whirl. Finally popped the question, when gone were all the rest. She shyly looked up athim and said, “I’ll do my best.” I want someone to make a fuss over me. Retha- Any fool can propose a duel, but it takes two fools to fight one. Floyd and Louis. Kenneth had been to see his girl on Sunday night, so consequently his German II lesson was not prepared very well. Translating, he said, “I put my arms around her —that is as far as I got. Miss Stans-bury. Miss S.—“Well! that was far enough, Kenneth.’ A genius is a man who can make anything but a living. Has the Senior class any genius? Miss Cook could not make some of the girls m English IV understand why Hamlet was justified in being angry at his mother because she married so soon after his father’s death. Finally Miss Cook, with many flushes and smiles said, Well I am afraid you have never b en touched by cupid’s darts. Just wait.” Miss Cook evidently has had experience.