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

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THE POST some cokes in the drugstore, he told us about his family and that he, too, was a farmer. After that we went back to the hotel and packed our trunks. The next morning a short time before we were to leave, there was an impatient knock on the door. In walked the former Betty Kennedy and her husband, Count Louis XII of France. We spent a pleasant hour with them, during which the Countess displayed her fluency in French. Then we rushed to the station to catch the streamliner for Chicago. We had just sat down and were casually looking around when we thought we recognized the conductor, but before we could make out who it was, he was through the car and on his way. We weren't satisfied though, so we waited 'til he returned. It was Charles Schuch- man. We talked with him until we reached the Windy City and had to change trains to make Denver. He told us that his home was in Chicago. ' We got off the train in Denver. In the station we met Rita and Lee Henneberry. They were rushed for time as they were just getting a train to visit their folks back home, and so We didn't get to talk much. We did find, though, that Lee is a lawyer. While downtown window-shopping, we saw the sign WetzeI and Harder, Exclusive Dress Shop. Going inside the shop, we visited with them for awhile and found that they both were married and have dress shops all over the country. Again we boarded the train, and woke up the next morning just as we were pulling into San Francisco. We checked in at a hotel and set out to give the Golden Gate City the once over. W'e were walking down one of the streets looking at nothing in particular when, over head, we noticed a sign, Ruth Benner's Beauty Salon. We asked to see Miss Benner and were escorted into a room. Behind the desk sat a lady who had Madame Pompadour outdone. She recognized us, as she was Ruth Benner. Ruth told us Kimmel Quick lived down in Beverly Hills. We went to see him the next p. m. His home is one of the loveliest we've seen anywhere. Kimmel is the author of the hilarious best-selling novel, Snitch, Snatch and Grab. The next morning we were off. While we were over Arizona, the airplane in which we were returning East developed engine trouble and we were forced to land in a wild and rugged area close to Tomb- i viola lQ1lQ1