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

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THE POST- party. I say we, for of course I had a partner. Upon removing our wraps, for we needed them outside, we sat down upon a seat built for more than one. Then! something happened. If you have never had this experience you will not know how quickly such a thing can happen. The only part that I can explain is this: My face was close to hers; something made a noise like a rock dropped into a tub of water; her face gave the impression of a well-ripened apple: mine felt as if it would burst into flames almost any minute. That was the first time that it had ever occurred. Fred Wiley.

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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

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Junior Class Ervin Anderson, Pearl Barnhart, Fred Bowen, Elvert Brewer, Lela Billman, Inscoe Day, McClain Heath, Lena Jumper, Ruth Kimmel, Lloyd Kimmel, Blanche Kamm, Mabel Monroe, Chester Moore, Grace O'Laughlin, Leoln Quick, Ethel Reedy, Ralph Reeder, Glenn Randolph, Warren Wierman, Lora Wildman, Sopha Scheffer, Wava Schoonover