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

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An Ode to the Sun Thou cold, gray, lifeless sun that shone Thru threatening clouds with seeming groan. And the few bright rays that by thee were sent They cheered us when minds with trouble were spent. Now- those winter bonds have let thee free Your bright lace shines on flower and tree Each single bud with your warmth is blest, And the bird is smiled on in his nest. The grass, the woods they too feel your power. And the youthful maid who sits in her bower. The streams that by winter were held so fast Have gained their wanted freedom at last Thy smiling face has done all this Wrought beauty, happiness, and bliss Were I the owner of such fate, There would be two suns in one sun’s place. Vivienne Mosbarc.er T5. Fare you well, old Atwood High Happy days have we spent with thee Now from thy doors must we depart Leaving others to do our part. Oh! how strong the ties that bind us Such pleasant memories shall never die. All the class mates that we love High School rooms and teachers we adore Fare you well forevermore. Now from beneath thy sheltering roof we g To face the mighty problems of the world We cannot stay, it must be so Other fields are open calling to other duties High School days—what joys you’ve brought Even though the way was rugged We will cherish you and honor ne’er lack Farewell—old Orange and Black Fare thee well - fare thee well. Ada Doty T5.

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Freshman Studies The first thing in the morning the last thing at night. Can you guess what that is? You can’t? Well let me tell you and then you’ll remember and say, “Why, of course, what was I thinking of? Of course, it’s Roman history. The reason that Roman history is placed first upon the program is: Children between the ages of 15 and 20 have a faculty of not getting up early in the morning, and when they arrive at school, they are often rubbing their eyes and looking so forlorn, that it makes one feel the same way, if one looks at them. Now Roman history is like a bucket of ice water thrown in one's face when one is least expecting it. It certainly wakes one up for all day and a few hours over, in which time one studies. You can imagine how much time one must spend at night studying in order not to be taken by surprise the next morning. The next thing is a brief period of time reserved for studying, while one is still wide awake. The teachers take advantage of the ice water and crowd two studies into one study period. They wish to gel in all the studying possible before one retires again. Algebra should really be studied the last thing before we are allowed to go home in the evening, so that our minds would be in good working order, should we have any business to transact. But children so small as we are, should not worry about business. Latin is edged in before noon so that we will have a good appetite. One has such a light empty feeling after one has escaped from the clutches of a dead language into a really live one. If Caesar only knew how hard it is to stumble over difficulties higher than the Alps mountains on nothing to eat, he would never have done such tricks so full of nonsense as Latin books accuse him of. He would not have even spoken that language. But it doesn’t bother us so very much, for the moment we hear the name of Caesar mentioned, we immediately forget there was such a man or such a name. All we can do is to live in expectation of the close of the hour. Oh! what a relief it is to think; no more Roman history; no more Latin today. But -well, thank goodness that we are given a period free from recitation before we must learn how to punctuate what I have already written. It’s English I’m speaking of. But cheer up everyone. English teachers especially. It's just as easy for me to say “aint” or “it looks like after an English class as it is before. Then after we are taught our manners, we are free to study, to play, to do whatever suits us best. Generally, one would think we would appreciate two whole periods free from recitation. But it is much harder to sit still and behave ourselves than to perform any other feat in the world. It’s a true accomplishment to be able to do so. IONE PlNCKARD ’18. Maurine has a little beau, Basil is his name, And everywhere that Maurine went Basil always came.

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GLASS PROPHECY One night while sitting in my room And all about me shadowy gloom, Save where the dying embers playing My thoughts led. into far fields straying. While thus I sat so deep in thought It seemed as if a change were wrought; I now stood in a College hall Before a man, dark, stern and tall. ’’Prolessor Quick, I heard one say And then he smiled and looked my way. Of course this wasn’t a surprise. For Beryl always had been wise. Next I was in an audience great, In the Senate of the state. Who could move those men of stone But Johnny, Johnny all our own? All at once I heard soft strains, A voice that gave me thrills and pains. And looking up before me stood My classmate, Viv, from old Atwood. Then I went to some still home And walked around unknown. Saw the Doctor meditating on the case, While Effie fanned the patient’s heated face. Next before me in the firelight Stood a man of wondrous height, With medals on his breast, galore, Coach of Harvard, Mr. Moore. Again I saw far out on a plain. In a little log ' bunk'' always watching for rain A poor little maid who was lonesome and blue, Miss Doty by name, still winsome and true. And then a maid in a fresh gingham gown With the same old giggle and the same old frown. Who stood by a churn with a spoon in her hand Stevy is the happiest wife in the land. Next I saw a manly lad All in farmer’s clothes was clad, Herbie with his flowing curls Still as shy around the girls. A school ma’am next my vision gave Near a desk, so cool and grave, Several hands were in the air. Miss Call sighed in deep despair. Alas! my vision was growing dim But one more appeared very little and slim In his right hand a pill case hung by his side It was Mose just returned from a cold winter’s ride.' If these visions of mine should ever come true. Those same old things that are ever new. It will almost appear that I saw your fate While watching the embers there so late.