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

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Ota with her Brownie No. 2 Said to herself “Miss Wiley a picture I’ll have of you” So on the desk the camera goes, Ota little mindful of Miss Wileys pose. But when that kodak, Miss Wiley does see, She rushes to the window as quick as can be. She pulls down the shades to stop the fun. But not before the awful deed is done. Gum Kenneth to the Carnival went. On some mischief he was bent, He strode up to the baby stand And took three balls in his hand. The first he threw, the second, the third, The babies fell, still he demurred; More balls he took, and still they fell. Poor little dears, he threw so well, And when he quit, the amount of gum Amounted to an appalling sum. Next day, to school he brought that gum For all the kids to have some fun; Now Mr. Frazier saw that fun, And Mr. Frazier got that gum; He took it to the office cool, And there he chewed it after school. Lera Doty ’17.

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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.

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