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

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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.

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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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SENIOR GLASS HISTORY For four years we have lived together almost as brothers and sisters under the protecting roof of A. H. S. and under the faculty's guiding hand. We have done nothing which the world can look back upon and call great, but tho' we have failed in a few things, yet have we succeeded in many. Our class is one of the largest that has ever graduated. But its greatness lies not only in its number. For did not the Board of Education, realizing our abilities and unusual talents, plan to have a new school in readiness that the class of 15 might be the first to leave its doors? We cannot help but feel, however, that it is an honor to be the first class to go out from the building, which is the envy of lesser schools, and which is. and should be, the pride of the community. When in the early fall of 1911. we, a wandering band of eleven green and badly frightened freshies, entered high school and wound our way to the so called assembly room, it was with loudly beating hearts that we took our appointed places. Our first year, tho' rather uneventful, was spent in absorbing all of the wonderful things which our instructors expounded. And, as a result. the class was declared exceptionally bright for freshies. The second year, altho two entered into the fields of matrimony, two more entered who soon became “close friends.” This year was spent in dealing with the freshies alter the manner in which the upper classmen had dealt with us. With the literary societies and social events, the Sophomore class was found by all to be anything but slow in taking to high school ways. One more entered our midst while we were Juniors, and we can safely say that a more lively class never existed. Altho' our then temporary home was a very humble and lowly building, we made the best of it, and can look back with pleasure on the happenings in the “sheep pen. The Juniors also felt proud when one of our number was given first place in the oratorical contest at Monticello. But when for the fourth and last time we started in again with the loss of two more of our members, we felt as only those who have been Seniors can feel. Perhaps the greatest trial for us to endure has been the programmes on which each had to appear four times. But the color rushes, parties and senior hilarios have greatly relieved the monotony of debates, orations and theses. Not to be satisfied with a popular play or a shallow comedy, we chose as our class play one of the classics, Dickens’ “Cricket on the Hearth.” The play was a success in every way. dJIllll IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIU; Class of 1915 = E Motto—Non est viveresed vale re v ita E E Colors—Blue and Orange = Flower—American Beauty Bose | E President—Beryl Quick = E Vice Pres. — Vivienne Mosbarger = 1 Secy afidI Treas.—Roma Calf TiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiE