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

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THE POST Grace R. ‘Oh, I Hate to Get up in the Morning.' Cleone R. ‘Memories. Dorothy S. ‘Back to the Land of Cotton.’ Mary H. They Always Pick on Me. Henry VV. I Know What it Means to be Lonesome.’ Flossie B. Love’s Old Sweet Song.’ Henry S. ‘I cannot bear to Say Good-bye.’ Raymond 0. ‘When we all Get to Heaven.’ Tiana D. Let the Rest of the World go By.’ Irene K. ‘In the Gloaming.’ Eula B. ‘Home Sweet Home.’ Flossie C. ‘My Isle of Golden Dreams.’ Alta N. You’ll have to go Slow and Easy, it you want to get along with Me.’ John B Dear Old Daddy Long Legs.’ Margaret S. ‘Oh Johnny! Oh Johnny! Oh.’ Blanche V. ‘Smiles.’ Elizabeth E. ‘Till, We Meet Again.’ (Ehc (Class Illtll As a result of the consultation with our local physicians we have been warned that our iron constitutions are fast becoming rusty. We, the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-one, of sound mind and understanding, nearing the time to leave this sphere, do hereby authorize this, our will and testament. To the sorely tried faculty we bequeath forever peace and quietude. Item I. We give and bequeath to the school as a whole, the obviously pleasing disposition, possessed by the Senior Class, revealed by the fact that they never disagree and have coperated in all business matters. Item II. We give and bequeath to the Junior Class all the health and prosperity she may need. We give to her all our vacant seats, provided she shall render them due respect and reverence; we give to her all our joy gained from English IV. Item III. I, Henry Wilson, bequeath my seat in the southwest corner of assembly to Joe Baker for his convenience in writing notes without being caught. Item IV. I, Grace Roloson, do bequeath my avoirdupois to Lillian Bowman, and my accuracy in Business arithmetic to Richard Riggs. Item V. We give and bequeath to several individuals the following: To Claud, all the French note books. To Cecil E , an extensive course in vocal music. To Mina Peters, Flossie B's brown dress. To Harold Auld, Henry S’, theme grades. To Clara H . Margaret’s ear Pufls. To Helen. Dorothy’s curls. Item VI. After these gifts have been made, we appoint G. W. Sutton as sole executor of this our last Will and testament. In Witness whereof, we, the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-one, do set our hand and seal. The Seniors.

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THE POST Rose, who graduated from New England Conservatory of Music, made her debut in Vienna. The young prirna donna made quite a sensation in musical centers. Springfield Register —Among the list of appointments given out by Governor Raymond O’Loughiin, we find the name of Flossie Buxton Hines as senior warden of the new Womans penitentiary of Ivesdale, Illinois. Monticello Bulletin—Elizabeth E. Fisher, the popular young divorcee, has just refused a $5000 contract from the Pathe Moving Picture Co. Arthur Graphic Mamma and Papa Brown have been here on a visit to their daughter, Eula Pankey, of this city. Washington Post —President Hanson has just appointed Richard Riggs and wife Mary, to the Post of Chief of all wireless telegraphic and telephonic stations. New York Tribune—The play, “The Woman Who Wasn’t 'There”—written by Madeline P. Baker, has caused quite a furoreamong the critics. The heroine of the play, a new star in dramatic world, was Mrs.Charlie Chaplin, better known as Dorothy S. A strange coincidence in that the author and famous actress were former class-mates. Decatur Review—The Ringling Circus Tent was in town today. The crowd was large, but the performance would have fallen flat had it not been lor the clown. Henry Stirrett, with his troop train of mice and Chinese rats. Wireless from Hawaii—A great anxiety is expressed in Honolulu because they fear the noted Scientist and explorer. John Burger, was lost in the jungle. Sabina Desert Observer—Some travelers on the Cape Town Aero line found an American woman who gave her name as Margaret Storey, wandering across the desert alone. She claims to be searching for a fountain of youth and beauty. Decatur Review—Mrs. Harold Beaty, one of our most popular society matrons, known as Blanche, has just returned from France. It is reported that it took all the farm trucks from the Beaty ranch to carry home those trunks of Parisian garments. New York Times Wireless from Jupiter was received here this morning annouucing the marriage of the King of Jupiter and Flossie Call, a former resident of the earth. Nashville Examiner Tiana Dragoo has refused the position as head of History department in Ward Belmont College. She is to be married to Clausie Anderson. Los Angeles Review—Irene Keyes, head nurse of the Chicago Hospital, announced her engagement to Dr. Salisbury of Chicago. Champaign Evening Post—Alta Nixon, a graduate of the U. of I., has accepted a position as a cartoonist for Fox Newsettes. Senior illusir (Cabinet Madeline P. ‘When I Am Gone, You’ll Soon Forgot Me.'

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THE POST i t i unt Sarah’s 3Fnneral There were sister Mav and her husband,and brother Fred and his wife, and Mamie, who never got married and never would, and Walker and I. We took the old covered wagon and went to Aunt Sarah's funeral, because Aunt Sarah was dead, and ’twas our duty. We hitched up the old gray team to the covered wagon and went to the funeral We hadn't been very sociable with her, hadn’t even seen her for five years, but it wasn’t our fault, for when we did call she would send us word that she did not care for company. We went to the funeral to hear the will, because we were all the relation she had, and 'twas likely she had left us something. We went rumbling over the roads and at last we came to the door, and there we stopped. There was that crusty hired help, Mollie, standing at the door, and we went up and said to her. We heard that our poor, dear aunt Sarah is dead.” And said she, Have you?” Said we, What did the poor, dear deceased die of?” Said she Want of breath, like most of the folks, I reckon.” Said we, We’ve come to the poor creature’s funeral.” Said she, Well as you’ve come, you’ll have to come in.” So we out with our pocket hand-chiefs, and we said, Boo, hoo!” and we put them to our eyes, and we walked in. Mollie sent us up stairs to the front bedroom. We all went up the room and there was nothing in the room only a table, chairs and a large ward- robe. We all sat down to the table and said everything we could think ol about aunt Sarah. Her eyes were crossed.” said Fred’s wife. One of them was crossed, and of them was cast,” said Mamie; that’s the way of it; one looked at her nose, and one looked at her ear.” Twasn’t no wonder she didn’t never get married,” said Fred’s wife. We just ate and fussed about her things all the time we were seated at the table. Said I, Think what a sad occasion this is, and don’t have no words till we know what’s left us.” Perhaps we won’t be left nothing,” said May. Maybe she will leave it all to that hired help.” said Fred's wife. “If she does, she is just as mean as dirt.” said Mamie. Anyway, the oldest ought to have the most,” said I. “I’ll have the chairs and sofy, if I have to fight for them,” said May. “I must and will have the parlor carpet,” said I, Mine’s just worn out and her black satin dress will do for mourning.” Just then the awful thing happened. The door of the wardrobe burst open, and out walked aunt Sarah. She came right straight up to the table in her long white gown, and we shrieked and fled. Down the stairs we went, some on our feet, and some on our heads. When we got down in the garden and picked ourselves up, we saw the window raise, and aunt Sarah’s head stick out of it. I ain’t quite dead yet, you see, said she. I shall wear the black satin