Ranchester High School - Rustler Yearbook (Ranchester, WY)

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 7 V V 7 V V 7 V V V V V V y V V V V 7 SENIOR CLASS HISTORY In September, 1926, a group of twenty children started in the first grade of Ranchester School. Of those original twenty, four are now graduating together. When they entered High School in ’34, they were the only four Freshmen. The Sopho- more year, Barbara Lou Carter and Bud Fitzpatrick were added to the class roll. The next year Bud transferred to Dayton and Rex Daniels took his place. During the summer of ’37 Barbara and Rex were married, leaving only the four original classmates and Gladys Masters to carry on. Gladys, having missed part of the school year of '37, has completed the requirements and will graduate with the class of ’38. Evan Dierks distinguished himself and the class this year by being high-point man at the Gillette Tournament. Lois Paus- tian won a place on the Girls’ All-State Basketball Team at the Lingle Tournament. TO THE CLASS OF ’38 The seniors to present we are delighted This blonde is Evan who— His career hasn’t yet decided. That’s Elenora—You must meet her— For she’s going to be an A-l stenographer. Charlotte—the little miss—never caught dosin’, A music instructor is the career she has chosen. Here is Lois—she makes things hum— A great physical education instructor in days to come And Gladys—never letting her plans fail— She’s gonna be a nurse—The second Miss Nightengale. There they are—no more—no less; A swell bunch of Seniors? Well I guess! No wonder—they’re from good old R. H. S. —Edythe Ann Kuzma. Page 17

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SENIOR PROPHECY In June. 1948. while traveling over Europe, we two chanced upon a town that resembled the old town of Ran- chester. We had !eft Ranchester ten years before, after graduating from high school there. We decided to land In this town and look it over. While walking down the street (by the way. there was only one street) we saw a sign that read thus: “Prince Allah Bendo. the Great Crystal Gazer.” Of course this gave us the idea to go in and consult this great man to see just what our old classmates of '38 were doing. After the Prince had us seated before him, he began to gaze intently into his crystal and alcng with m?.ny ges- tures and exclamations this is what he told us: Evan Dierks, he said, was about to take a seat of honor in a large white house. Thinking it was no less than a statesman. Gladys remarked that she knew Evan’s gift cf gab would get him places. When Gladys interrupted the Prince became very excited and said that the noise had caused the crystal to cloud up. and we would have to give him five more dollars before he could continue. So after adjusting things with the Prince, he began. “No. it’s not a white house, it’s—a red building, a very small building under a water tank—I believe it's—why. yes, it's in your old home town of Ranchester.” Evan had become mayor cf Ranchester. It was hard to believe, but he always did iike the home town and said that some day he wanted to settle down there. Continuing, the Prince said Elenora Schilling was in Hollywood. Babe an actress? Lois said she always knew Babe’s blonde hair would get her places. The Prince went on to say that she was married and settled down. After igning her movie contract she decided she didn’t want to be an actress (Babe always did have a mind of her own) and being swamped with proposals of marriage, had at last settled down after being married three times. Next the Prince said. “Charlotte Johnston is in a town, it eems to be quite a large town—No. it’s a very small town.” The picture was again fading: he rubbed the crystal with his coat, ah, it was getting clearer again. Charlotte was sitting at a piano—there were many people around he . Thinking she was in seme great concert orchestra, Gladys remarked that Charlotte always was a good pianist. Gladys’ voice must have had a very bad effect on the crystal be- cause it again faded and the Prince had to have five more dollars. The Prince then resumed the story and said that he had been mistaken. Charlotte had been a music teacher in our old school for three years, had married the pro- fessor and now had children of her own to teach. With this we went from the Prince’s room with Joy in our hearts, knowing that the Class of ’38 hadn’t done so badly after all. —Lois Paustian. Gladys Masters. Better late than never” should be “Better never late.

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SENIOR CLASS DAY It is the custom of R. H. S. for the Senior class to have one “sneak day each year. The plans of this year’s class are as yet unknown. Last year the Seniors left here in the morning and went to Sheridan for the day. They spent some time at the airport and Kendrick park, then attended the matinee at the Lotus. The Juniors, this year’s graduating class, sur- prised the Seniors by meeting them there and seeing the movie with them. To “sneak” is a privilege of the Seniors only, so as a punishment, the Juniors were compelled to outline history books. Hard luck is composed of laziness and poor judgment.