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

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est one of the class is now in Berlin studying music. Mary with her curls, has become the famous star of the Essanay motion pic-sure film company. Fred Brewer has at last aspired to the position of Ambassador to Germany. Harry Brunson has fulfilled our expectations and become a member of the Senate. What about Sabra? To-day’s Tribune says she is to sing to-night in the “Great American” in New York. Garold Barnhart and Lowell Stevenson are two of the most prominent names in Wall Street. Fred Wiley has become teacher of Mathematics in Oxford College. Mary Louise has spent most of her time in traveling, but is at home at present. She has become Mrs. X, the wife of the Speaker of the House of Representatives, and has come home to send her daughter to Dear Old Atwood high school. I woke from my reverie with a start, for I heard the children coming home from school and I smelled my potatoes beginning to burn. 0TA Day T8. A Theory After much study and serious thought I advance that which my brain has wrought Friends it is a full blown theory Over which my mind grows weary. Many a night the oil I’ve burned Studying that which wise men spurned But at last the trick I've learned. This is it, a simple case Life is but a great foot race When we start we scarce can crawl. But later on we’ll pass them all High school teachers by the way It’s up to us to make it pay That we’ll try is all I’ll say. For four long years we have studied hard. Taken coaching like a pard Now we are on the mark they claim We hear the pistol just the same Telling us the race is on Winning now by brain and brawn We’ll make life’s fortune all our own. Theories like all else good, Are more talked of, than understood; But our theory, we’ve been testing, And in the sunlight of success, we’re resting. Traveling from scene to scene Memory doth turn back I ween To take a glance at old sixteen. Cogdal.

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The Literary Societies HE TWO Literary Societies, the Omega and Piatonian Societies, were organized early in November. The first programme of the school year was given by the Omega Society before the Mothers’ Club November 24th, and consisted of songs, essays and piano solos. Literary Societies have always had a definite place in the high school programme. They are an established thing in all colleges and universities and have spread from there to the high schools. The teachers have urged literary societies as a stimulant to an active interest in historical, political and literary affairs, and as a means of learning how to express thoughts clearly and concisely. Each student needs to learn to stand with grace before people and tell his thoughts. It has been found that literary societies always fulfill this purpose and give the student the power to appear at ease before an audience; moreover the literary society not infrequently enables the student to discover in himself a talent he had not sus- pected. During the school term each pupil is given an opportunity to take part as many times as possible. Each student appears in the part in which he is most interested, such as declamation,essays, music and debates, and current events. The programmes are really a supplement to work done in the English and history classes and aid the pupil in putting his knowledge to use. The societies have caused a good natured rivalry which only serves to create interest and enthusiam. The societies have been a benefit to the students and teachers as well as a recreation and pleasure. They have added to the social interest of the high school as well as athletic work. Various social functions and athletic contests have been carried out during the school term. Anna Dorjahn T6. Memories I was sitting by the open fire in the library one morning not long ago. The day was gloomy and it was very pleasant sitting there in the firelight. As I sat gazing into the flames, a face seemed to come before me. I thought, “whose face can that be?” And then I remembered. It was Hollace Muire, one of my old school-mates, dear old A. H. S. It seems so long ago since those happy days. Then other faces seemed to appear in the fire. They were all of my high school friends. Then I saw them as they are to-day. Golda, lone and Hollace, the studious ones of the class, are urging the tardy loiterer along the flowery paths of knowledge. Of course Dolores Henry has become an artist. We all knew she would. Maude, the shy-

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The Call of Fate Softly the shades of night are falling Throwing dark shadows o’er the ground. Which are promptly turned to silver When later by the moon they’re found. Thru the door O’er the piazza Down the walk to the garden gate Steals a dark shadow, Softly and silently. To take up the vigil and there to wait. To wait, to wait To wait for what? Ask and the answer is, “I know not. Something is calling me Calling me here, Something that silences my dread fear.’’ Over the hill, the bright moon arises Bringing with it, so many surprises. Out from the shadows Across the meadows Comes a gray form It stumbles and falls Falls at the feet of her who awaits Who has come here obeying, The call of fate. Quickly she kneels with her hand on his heart “It has stopped! He is dead! Oh my brother!’’ she cries But no gleam appears in the upturned eyes. The moon shines on The night is still And all is quiet In the house on the hill. Dolores Henry 18. The Marrying of Eleanor Eleanor was a good old maid. About forty-five, with flaxen hair, Big blue eyes, and a baby stare. She lived upon a hill-top With nothing but a half a lot And a stove, which she kept red hot. She had a little “feller,’’ As cunnin’ as could be. Whose hair was black and yellar” And he liked to climb a tree. (Used Without Poet’s Knowledge.) Ione Pinckard T8.