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

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The Pride of District 154 ATWOOD TOWNSHIP HIGH SCHOOL Completed 1917. Two story and basement. Contains study hall, gymnasium, laboratories, cooking rooms, manual training room, sewing room, students’ lunch room, class rooms, and public reading room. W. F. Kimmel, U. S. Garrett, J. A. Kamm. J. B. Fisher, Emery Smith, J. H. Dorjahn and G. W. Smothers, Members of Board of Education; G. W. Sutton, Superintendent.

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INTRODUCTION ♦J|N keeping with the custom of each graduating class of E3 the Atwood Township High School to leave a record of their high school days in the form of an Annual, we, the class of 1918, offer this as our contribution to the list of annuals. The following pages, we hope, will be an inspiration to our successors and a guide to the staffs of future POSTS. In this, the last tribute to our High School, we wish to extend our thanks to all students and others who have assisted in making the POST what it is this year. THE STAFF.

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OUR HIGH SCHOOL JlN a year now recorded in History, A leader in thought and in action Dreamed a dream of broad education; “Not a child in our land, dreamed the dreamer, “Shall e’er find excuse for missing The friendships, the joys and the trials Of four years of high school life. With courage undaunted. Spurred on by faith in his Maker, After weeks of working and planning, His dream was made law in the land. Somewhat apart from the world. Along the route of the C., I. . W., Lay a prosperous farming community. Long ere that dream became law A farmer had dreamed a like dream; ’Rising in the midst of their farms, Where the highways of rural life meet, He saw, with the eye of his mind. A center of learning and labor. Where his children and those of his neighbor Might mingle for work and for pleasure. The faith of the farmer grew stronger, For faith joined to work never dims. Through the ordeal of fire and of slander. Despite poverty, wealth and economy. He struggled incessantly onward To make his fond dream come true. Just at the edge of the village, By the wood where the wild flowers grow. Standing forth by the side of the highway. Where the throngs of humanity pass. Spacious, majestic it stands, This center of life and of learning; The dream of the farmer come true. Dear A. T. H. S., ’tis you. —Madden.