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

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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.

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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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lCll4 Pll T H E POS T We, the Senior class, leave to the juniors the lordly reign over A.T.H.S. We, the Senior class, leave to the sophomores the first feeling of superiority that comes to upper classmen. We, the Senior class, leave with the freshmen our sympathy. In witness whereof, We, the class of 1947, affix our seal this twenty- first day of May, in the year of our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-seven. CSEALJ Signed, Lee Henneberry Shirley Richardson Frank Bragg H Doris Wetzel WITNESSES: Lois Shonkwiler Oscar Brewer ll!