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

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THE POST- SENIOR NOTES Class Motto: “Nothing venture, nothing have. Class Flower: American Beauty Rose. Class Colors: Pink ami Green. Officers Loren Meece President Freed a Harshbarger . . Vice-President Lena Randall Secretary Paul E. Riggs Treasurer In the fall of 1915 twenty ambitious Freshies entered the A. H. S. After a few weeks of excitement we became accustomed to our new life and things went along very smoothly. By the end of the year our number had decreased one by one until only thirteen were left to enter upon our career as Sophomores. At the beginning of our second year our number had increased to seventeen, but did not hold this mark very long. At the close of the second year eleven loyal Sophomores bid adieu to the A. H. S. and entered into the summer vacation. Fourteen happy high school students entered the new Township High School as Juniors in 1917. This year we were represented in many events, having a few football stars, basket ball stars and some entries for the oratorical contest. This year before the close found only ten Juniors responding to the roll call. When the fall of 1918 entered upon the record of time, we started to school for the last time in the dear old A. T. H. S. This year our number again reachr d the thirteen mark, which is the largest class for some time. This year, although our class is small compared to the rest of the classes, we have been well represented in all events. We were again able to have a few football stars on the the team, representatives at the state tournament, and a representative in the oratorical contest. We leave school with perhaps a feeling of sadness. but we believe more a feeling of gladness, to think that we are ready to enter into the arena of life’s action. And as we leave the place of joy and happiness, let us not think that the best of life is gone, but that the best is yet to come.

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Senior Class MARIE BOWMAN Freshman Class Editor, 17; Member Platonian Literary Society '17. '18, '18; Girls' Glee Club, ’17, ’18, '19; Dramatic Editor Post, '19; Class Play, '19 CLIFFORD M. HOWERTON Member of Platonian Literary Society, 16. 17, 18, '19; Class Play,'19; Sergeant-at-Arms of Platonian Literary Society: German Club. 17, '18 LENA RANDALL Junior Class Editor. 18; Member Platonian Literary Society, '16 to '19; Class President, 16; Public Speaking Play '18, 19; Class Secretary, 19; Class Play '19 FREEDA HARSHBARGER Public Speaking Play. '18, 19; Camp Fire Play, 17, '18. 19; Class Play. 18, 19; Class President,'18; Glee Club. 17'18' 19; Joke Editor Post, 18; Social Editor Post, 19 VIRGIL EDMONDSON Secretary Omega Literary Society, '16; Secretary Wrytonian Literary Society, 18; President Wrytonian Literary Society, '19; Art Editor Post, '17 '18 '19; Class Play, '19

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THE POST- SENIOR ESSA Y-“The Butterfly” I know a girl who can be described in one word,-““Butterfly” She is slender and her features angular. She is usually white because of a superfluous use of face powder, and her cheeks are without color. To add to her similarity to a butterfly, her manner of dress is quite frivolous. She usually wears clothes of very fine texture, that will flutter and wave when she walks or is in the wind. She is very fond of flowers, especially those of the brilliant color. This girl’s sole aim in life seems to be to pass the time away. She evidently has no thought of the future and only a slight recollection of the past. Her mind is occupied only by the present. Her very conversation reveals her likeness to a butterfly. She will converse lightly on any subject fora few minutes, then drop it to talk of another and probably less important subject, just as the butterflies flit from one flower to hover carelessly over another. During such a conversation she will smile or frown according to what she thinks is required of her. Her opinions upon any subject of conversation are likely to reveal perfectly her feelings at the time she expresses those opinions. At any public gathering she is likely to be seen in a dozen different places, with a dozen different persons, in the course of a dozen minutes, giving her attention to whatever is presented to her. She is a girl who can see beauty in only those things that are essentially beautiful. She is gay in the sunshine; rain thoroughly displeases her. Disappointment or cheer can be read in her face as plainly as if it were written there. Just as butterflies spend the warm summer days in absolute carelessness and then become cheerless and die in autumn, so is this girl’s nature affected by things that please her and by obstacles that she is unable to overcome. She is truly a butterfly, a child of June. Loren Meece. “It Just Happened” tin English IV) Have you ever been on the inside of a bake oven? If you haven’t, you will not be able to apreciate the feeling that came over my face upon this occasion. We had just arrived home from a