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

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FRESHMAN NOTES Thirty Freshmen in their seats. Prepared to learn of Scott and Keats, All clean-faced and thoroughly starched. Hearts a-throb. and each throat parched. When first we started into high. First we’d giggle, then we’d sigh. For all was strange and all was new. Teachers cross and good times few. We’d look in awe and mild surprise. When Seniors great would wink their eyes. Or send a note at lull-blown speed. Just for some silly boy to read. But alter while things got some better, Then each one jumped from his fetter. Went to laughing, talking too. It may seem awful, but it’s true. Teachers then, 'course they’d look mad. Then we’d look so sweet and sad That they couldn’t our feelings spurn But read in their eyes, “too green to burn” And so it’s been from that first day. We work awhile and then we play. But course we try to please “the three,’’ But that’s not easy, try and see. But just you wait a year or two Then we’ll show you what we’ll do Things uncommon, things, so great Sure, we’re growing at some rate. Teacher What periods do you like best, Miss Call. Ama (promptly) Recess, sir. A preposition is a “bad word to use in a sentence.— Mr. Weisiger. During the first semester the following officers were elected.by the Freshman class: President Ota Day Vice-President Harry Brunson Secretary Maude VanVleet Treasurer Mary Louise Flickinger Class Colors “Green and Gold.” A Freshman Table One Day, Henry, who was a Brewer, wanted to Shel ia ton of Golden corn for a Harsh-burger. In order that he might put it in the Heerdt of his Barn, he had to Call the Wiley Steve’s sons and ask them how Manyroes were beside the Moor (Muir.) He finished his task and started to the house before the wind began to Wayne. On his way, he saw a Pink card in the road. He did not know Whether- to halt, but finally, had to Neal for fear his collar might Wilker. Rich and rare were the jewrels she wore. Purchased “at cost” at the ten-cent store, —Martha. An adjective is a word that asserts lone. I don’t see where you get that there moon. Wayne. Shall we copy what you’re saying? Cora. It looks like as if it can’t be done Lowell. I wouldn't do that for nothin’. Frances. Miss Stansbury’s Motto is: Bum more midnight oil. “My” is formal. When you receive a letter beginning, “My Dear Madam,” so don’t think girls that it means ownership.