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

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A.T.H.S. the post 1925 THE ATWOOD TOWNSHIP HIGH SCHOOL The Atwood Township High School is an emphatic expression of loyalty, patriotism and generosity of the citizens of the community in the cause of popular education. It has a distinctive “Atwood Spirit.” One needs to become a student or visit us frequently to appreciate thoroughly the spirit of the school. The school has a motto. The motto is “EVERYTHING FOR THE HONOR OF THE SCHOOL.” This motto seems to be a part of teachers and pupils; it is a warning to you who would come to the High School with any other motive than to do the Right Thing at all times, whether in Work or Play. This High School spirit puts forth first of all, the regular work of the school. It puts forth secondly, the various form of school activities. This spirit urges all who work in the High School to greater efforts for better work, this spirit makes possible our football, basketball, and track victories. It makes possible leaders in the Literary ar.d Musical events. This spirit represents a working organization in the Atwood High School that makes possible a better student-faculty co-operation. With this spirit of co-operation, we have a school where the best interests of the student body are carefully watched so that all may have equal opportunities of work and play in the life of the High School. The school term of 1924-25 had the brightest outlook in the history of the High School. Two Post Graduates have been added to the Office Staff, and have made possible a more logical and reasonable method of record making. Due to the increased amount of work, we find teachers and student body busily engaged in scholastic duties continually. This is the typical Atwood Township High School Spirit. Fourteen

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THE POST A.T. H. S. 1925 A GUESS EVERMORE (As Poe Might Have Written It) By RAYMOND RUDDOCK Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary; Before the dials, which I had purchased lately from a Radio store; Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, Rapping at the speakers core. ’Tis some static then I muttered rapping at the speaker’s core, Only this and nothing more. It could not be I had blundered, yet the good loud speaker thundered, For the tapping, growing tapping, moved the dog outside the door, Quickly out the door he lumbered, and he neither slept nor slumbered, While the good loud speaker thundered, thundered at its very core; But he joined the melee howling, sometimes barking, sometimes growling As he’d never done before Only this and nothing more. Now this roaring set me thinking, for I know I’d not been drinking, Thinking evil thoughts about the man in our own Radio store, Then I wanted to start cussing, just like married people fussing, But I dared not do a thing that I had never done before. Instead within me I conspire, that all Radio men are liars, That the fools of course are buyers, and it made me very sore; And the next day I’d consult him, use the noose and big tree on him, Or knock him down upon the floor Only this and nothing more. Quiet, quiet, awful quiet, as in some great Chinese diet; For the tubes which glowed so brightly now were silent evermore, All the air rushed from my sails, and not as slow as gait of snails; So I stayed inside the door. Still on the rack reclines my hat, for I mistook “B” for “A” bat Which I shall do nevermore. Only this and nothing more. Moral If you blame anyone for anything, first be sure you are not to blame yourself. Sixteen