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

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Class History Class Motto—“Ne Cede Matin' ’ Class Flower— Violet Class Colors— Violet and White Class President—Earle I fines Vice President—Joe Coy dal Secretary—Anna Dorjahn SEHOLD, dear friends the class of Nineteen Sixteen as it emerges from under the yoke, after four long years of hard struggle. No doubt we are somewhat broken down, but not so much but we can rise to prominence and a position. In the Fall of 1912, a multitude of nine Freshies entered the A. H. S. After a few days of excitement, and thrilling heart palpi-pations, two of our members quitted the ranks, leaving seven to finish the year. After the first few months we became accustomed to the new life. We had an exciting time over color rushes, and succeeded in having our flag, recognized by planting it on the cupola. At the beginning of our second year, only five responded to the roll call. A sixth entered a little later, but did not stay long. So only five went thru the year. This was really an eventful year as our school was held in the tabernacle. Our Junior year started in a fine new building, erected by the community. Five again responded to the call. Everything was going well, when woe be unto us, a calamity occurred. Cupid had done his work, and one morning only three juniors appeared, with downcast faces, to finish the year. The year was quite eventful with receptions, literary programmes and wiener roasts. When the fall of 1915 entered upon the record of time, we started to school for the last time in the high school. Perhaps with a feeling of sadness, but I think more a feeling of gladness, that we should soon be thru with our period of preparation, and ready to enter the arena of life’s action. A class of three, small no doubt compared with former classes, but sincere in our ambition to climb. And as we leave the place of joys and happiness, let us not think that the best of life has gone, but that the best is yet to come. Earle H. Hines 16.

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Class Prophecy |NE beautiful sunshiny day this spring, I was sitting in a hammock on our front porch studying for my last final examinations. As the day was very warm and I had spring fever, 1 found it difficult to keep my mind on common every day facts and especially school work. I began indulging in Daydreams, those awful things, that so many high school students practice, and which our teachers so dislike, especially when there is studying to be accomplished. But then who has not at some period of his life, indulged in this simple pastime and obtained perfect enjoyment therefrom? And now I wondered what the future of my two classmates and myself would be, when we had left the protectingwalls of dear old A. H. S. And suddenly everything grew blurred, and I found myself at the close of a bright summer day, walking along a large farm. But who was this man clad in farmer s clothing, walking briskly down the road, before me, driving his team of horses and whistling merrily? A closer look, and to be sure it was my old class-mate Earle Hines, known as ‘‘Barney to his fellow school-mates. As he merrily whistled the old familiar tune of ‘‘Orange and Black I recalled those dear old days of high school and it brought a feeling of sadness too. I could only think how we had left it far behind us when we received our diplomas, several years ago. And now Earle had been to college and taken a course in agriculture, and at the close of this summer day, was returning from his work on the larm. He had been wonderfully successful too in his chosen line of work, but Earle was always known as a “hustler as far back as his first school days. But the scene changed and I was standing in a large court room. A tall dark haired man was making an eloquent speech and a last plea for a condemned prisoner. And this man, who was he? Why, no other than Joe Cogdal, the second of my classmates. Joe or “Joker was now a famous lawyer and I was not in the least surprised for he was always fond of arguing. How well I remembered his arguments in our high school debates, and he was always on the winning side', too His chosen profession had been a success in every way and I felt that he was a credit to our class. And what of my other classmates? To be sure there were but three and no one remained but myself. And what of myself? Oh yes, I was now staying at home, having completed a course at college—But bump! my vision grew dim and I looked about me with a start. Here I was on the porch having fallen “ker thump out of the hammock. Nothing remained of my dream but a bump on my forehead and my English lesson still unstudied and finals to-morrow. Anna Dorjahn 16.

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Senior Notes As We Leave H. S. A thot comes creeping at the terms ending. With a feeling of sadness we find That we'll leave, when we are departing A bit of our hearts behind. “Things Here and There” Zeros are the for-get-me-nots of the Seniors. It is better to be little than not at all.—Anna. Joe. If it were not for gravity we wouldn't be here on earth. Mr. Frazier. That would be annoying. Joe (In Ger.) She stood before him like a stick. Senior. Has Pro a class this hour? Freshie. No, but he has a class of two grammar room boys in the office. Miss Wiley (In Hist.) There was a resurrection of negroes in the South. Mr. Frazier to Seniors. I think there is too much whispering in the senatorial row. Heard in Hist. Class. They dug a canal thru the Hellespont. Notice. There's always two parties to fight and neither one can be right. Anna (In physics class.) A liquid is anything that moves. Pro. A freight train for instance. Joe C. Oh yes, Miss Wiley, I lived before the Revolutionary war. Things That Get Away from Us Our temper. Our knowledge. (If we ever had any.) Our German vocabulary. Our “singin books. Inseparables. Earle and his Physic's book. Anna and the Count of Monte Cristo.” Joe and his pompadour. Me thought I heard a voice cry. “Sleep no more.” Seniors before Exams. “Senior Cinch” Seniors they don’t have to study All they do is just pretend That they’re awful, awful busy And they’ll get their credits in the end.