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

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fmff f....QTfEIfE1iQ5.C??Jfff.'QfXf.'f ff 1957 A. D. Yes, it has been ten years to the day since we graduated from old ATHS. We are happy to be back in Atwood and glad to say the town hasn't changed very much. Jean Cravens is the commercial teacher now, a very capable one. She is going with a young doctor. While we were talking with her, she told us that Frank Bragg has a large farm out in the country. In the lower corridor we glanced at a couple looking at the trophy case. They were none other than Barbara and Bill Chilton, who had just arrived irom Brooklyn, where Bill has been playing for the Brooklyn Dodgers for the last three years. They had come back to visit their parents. We inquired about several of our former classmates and learned that Joanne Lewis also had arrived in town. We remember how Well she had played the piano while in high school. When we went to see her, she greeted us at the door and asked us in. The next morning we were up early and ready to drive out to Frank's farm. We thought that by going early enough we would get there in time for breakfast, and sure enough, we did. Frankjs wife, the former Betty Dukeman, can really cook! Frank has a 400 acre farm with many cattle, hogs, and chickens. He told us that Don Fergu- son and Lowell Dorjahn were both farmers, toog so we asked the direc- tions and paid them both a visit. Don farms the old home place and has been quite successful and prosperous in everything excepting find- ing a little woman to do the cooking and manage the house. He asked us to dinner, but we hurried on down to Dorjahn's. Lowell really keeps up with fashion in agricultural machinery, and his car had all the latest gadgets. Lowell was as jolly as ever and mighty healthy looking. We had dinner there, and we really mean dinner! That afternoon we drove lazily back to town to rest before going out that night. Max Roderick and his Ric-Rack orchestra was to play for a dance in the Pierson Ball Room. His wife, the former Barbara Mathes, is soloist. We really enjoyed ourselves that night. The next morning we were not feeling so well as we had eaten too much or had too much night life so we went to the doctor. Now don't be as shocked as we were, but the nurse was Jane Collins. We chatted for about fifteen minutes and by that time the doctor was ready to see us, but we felt o. k. after seeing Jane and so we left. As we were going down the street we noticed one of our shoes was untied. Stoop- ing over, we tied it. Just as the bow was being pulled, boom, someone had bumped into us! Looking up, we saw it was Wayne Benner. Over

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