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

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THE POST Freshman Class Prophecy “Taxi Miss?” said a voice so close to me that I nearly jumped out of my shoes lor I was not expecting it, as I stood on the corner of State street waiting to catch a car. I had just returned from a business tour of the Southern states for a firm in New York and was free now to spend the next two months as I chose. I had decided to go back to Atwood, my old home town, for I had not been there for many years. That voice had a familiar ring and on turning around I found, grinning as broadly as ever—Joe Wiley, standing before me. I was overjoyed at finding some one I knew in old New York. I climbed in the taxi and told Joe to drive me to the hotel where I was staying over night. When we got there we stopped and talked awhile for I was anxious to find out about the rest of the class. Have you heard from any of the Freshman class of ’20. i asked eagerly. I don’t know much about any of them except the ones that are here in the city. Carl Harshbarger is here with me and at the same occupation. Henry Shonkwiler is here representing the Western Construction Company on several contracts. I see him occasionally, and Elby was here last week, but he is gone now. I never thought he would be tied up with that big vaudeville company. He’s one of the best they’ve had at the Winter Garden this season.” “But Joe, I simply must order my baggage up to my room at once”—with this I left

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Class of 1923 Wilmina Cordis, Clark Gilpin, Carl Harshbarger. Rurh Hendrickson. Percy Hofsas, Norma Hussey. Russell Jones. Hattie Koebel, Carl Livengood. Arhur Maxey, Kenneth Maxey, Agnes Meeoe, George O'Loughlin, Horace Phillips. Alta Quick. Walter Quick. Neil Reedy, Raymond Robinson, Mary Sellable, E!by Stark, Carl I brasher. Hazel Wilkerson, Joe Wiley.

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THE POST iiNtmiu him with the promise of meeting him again at 7:00 o'clock. I stepped up to the desk and no— yes could it be possible? Yes it was Kenneth Maxey. He was the same old Kenneth, only he was much older and more business like. H e recognized me immediately We talked for sometime. Yes, he had just received a letter from Arthur who was now studying art in Europe. I was not a bit surprised at this lor I always expected it. He said he would be through work at seven, so we made arrangements to meet with Joe. That night just for old times’ sake, Joe and his friend Kenneth and I all went to the opera. The very first number on the program was rendered by Clark Gilpin, now famous in the musical world. His tenor solo was wonderful but my disappointment was at not getting to see him to talk with him. I went home that night, delighted at having seen or heard of seven out of twenty-seven of the A T. H. S. Freshmen of ’20. How I wished they all could go back to old Atwood with me. Thirty-six hours later I landed in Indianapolis, where I had to stay over night to get connection with the somewhat improved C. I. and W. railroad. I went immediately to Alta (Quick) Hofsas', whose husband Percy, was running a large hardware store in the city. I spent a lovely evening at their home and learned that Mary Sellable, whom I always thought would be a school marm, had a prosperous business in an up-to-date Marinello ahop. In the morning I journeyed on westward and soon the train puffed into old Atwood, still a prosperous and thriving village. I received a hearty welcome as I stepped from the train, foi there stood Russell Jones, now the Atwood station master. Well, I had the very best vacation that I ever spent here among my old friends. I had hoped to have a class reunion hut that was impossible as so many of my old friends; classmates were gone. Only a few remained at home Of course Arnold, Raymond, Wilbur and George were here yet, for they were enjoying life on the farm. Walter and Ruth had followed the same occupation and found life worth living. Neil was managet of a canning factory that had sprung up and boosted the town along. Old A. T. H. S. had been remodeled and several other buildings stood on the campus. I visited the “would-be” college and here found Carl Thrasher presiding over it as dean. Here I also found Haitie an English teacher and Hazel taking care of the Foreign Language department. Agnes and Wilmina had not made many adventures into the business or social world, but were contented to live with their parents. Carl Liven-good. I learned was a teacher of some renown in a school of Chemistry of Chicago. No one seemed to know of the whereabouts of Horace, for he lu.d left Atwood soon after he graduated and had never returned. When my vacation was over I was sorry, but I had had such a lovely vacation, and life cannot be all sunshine, so I went back to my work with as light a heart as possible. Lois Rogers, ’23