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

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Di4 bi1riolcr1oil it 301010101031 rio1c 5903, 10101014 1101011 riniuioioiuzoqnvioi 1019014 1:01014 THE PCST stone, Arizona. We decided to walk back to the small village when a lady in a huge black cadillac stopped and asked us if we wanted a ride. It was Shirley Richardson. After We told her of our misfortune, she invited us to stay at her ranch 'til the airplane was repaired. What a ranch! Four thousand acres of grasslands with horses, cattle, and everything a ranch needs. When we got to Port Arthur, Texas, we Went to the dock to see if we could get a boat to Miami. On the dock we met James Brown. You would have hardly known him from his speechg he has picked up quite a Texas drawl. He told us he works on the dock. After talking to him a few more minutes, we took a boat to Miami. We enjoyed the boat trip on the Gulf of Mexico, but we liked Florida better. Since James had told us that Lois Jones lived here in Miami, the first thing we did was to look her up. She was out in the backyard picking grapefruit. She is the co-pilot on her husband's airplane, this was just a day off. We stayed in Miami a week sightseeing before we took a train for Baltimore, Maryland, where James Sparks, architect, is erecting a new 175 story, all steel structure. James takes his work quite seriously, but we enjoyed a few jokes with him. From Baltimore we went to New York City to see the Powers Models in the style show of 1957, featuring Mogene Dallas, one of New York's most popular models. Mogene was our main reason for going. After the show we left immediately for New Haven, Conn., to see the former Gladys West. Gladys is still as unaffected as ever and travels with her husband, a young singer, all over the country. She told us quite proudly that he had been offered a movie contract and that next week they were heading for Hollywood. We left thinking only of home and when we gct there we'll write every one of you a letter. So goodby for now.

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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

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..........................-.-.'1.f.f.TI..EE.7.C.2.:5.1'...-.... -...-.,..-,,.... SENIOR WILL Now that our high school days are past, we, the members of the Senior class, being of sound mind do declare this to be our last WILL and TESTAMENT. I, FRANK BRAGG, give to Don Cordts my technique with the girls. I, BETTY KENNEDY, give to Gene Robinson my cheerleading uni- form. We hope it fits. I, DON FERGUSON, give to Myron Redden my short stature. It's useful in going through low doorways. I, GLADYS WEST, give my blond hair to Nancy Weir. I, JOANNE LEWIS, give to Charles Harshbarger my first chair, first row in the flute section. Now everybody can see you. I, CHARLES SCHUCHMAN, give to Bob Sutter my car. I, LOWELL DORJAHN, give to Ronald Greve my ability to get caught at questionable pastimes. I, JAMES SPARKS, give to Paul Heinzelmann my steadfastness. I, DORIS WETZEL, give to Betty Rahn my love for chatting with the boys. I, LEE HENNEBERRY, give to Phillip Hoff my steady dating. I, MOGENE DALLAS, give to Helen Nickell my love letters. I, WAYNE BENNER, give to John Hamilton my dark curly hair. I, LOIS JONES, give to Bernice Spencer my freckles. Ilm glad to get rid of them. I, KIMMEL QUICK, give to Clarence Snyder my Witty remarks. They'll put you on the map. I, JEAN CRAVENS, give to Evone Goad my sparkling temperament. I, RUTH BENNER, give to Virginia Davis my long fingernails. I, JAMES BROWN, give to George Baker my easy going walking pace. I, SHIRLEY RICHARDSON, give to Betty Randall my studious habits. I, BILL CHILTON, give to Hollis Eyestone my athletic ability. I, JANE COLLINS, give to Martha Jividen my quiet ways. I, MAX RODERICK, give to Don Swartz my saxophone playing.