Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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1 Senior Annual Staff Editor in Chief Associate Editor..... Business Manager Athletic Editor...... Organizations........ Literary Editor...... Jokes................ Cartoonist........... Subscription Manager Lester Wood .........................Laura Cronk Harry Kay .......................Gregory Smith ....Edith Munford and Myron Bronson .......................Eula Williams ....Ruby Crandall and Viola Zander ...................... Harold Luce Marvel Schwab and Laurence Gillespie PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN

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31 u iiit'nm riant (Silruu April 22, 1917 11 eric Imirnumt

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Class Prcphecy Having been a traveler in foreign lands for many years, I was suddenly seized with a great desire to return to my native land, America. As the wealthy traveler, Mr. Weary foot, I would be received in any home, but being desirous of adventure, and of seeing life as it really is, without the golden halo, I decided to return as a hobo, poor and homeless, knowing then that the kindness bestowed upon me was of the heart and not of the purse. Yes, I would seek out my old schoolmates and amuse myself at least. Disguised as a “bo,” I shambled aboard the steamer “Redwing” at Liverpool, bound for New York Harbor, U. S. A. One of the crew espied me hiding in the steerage and I was ordered before the Captain to give account. To my surprise, dear old Mike Bronson was none other than the Captain himself. As usual, Mike debated the question and after swapping a few lies, it was settled. 1 should work my passage over as I might retard the progress of the ship if I was thrown overboard. The same kind-hearted Mike! Among the passengers was Countess Voliviskisskisski, none other that Hazel Taylor, going home to visit papa and mamma. Papa’s Big Horn Mountain Diamonds purchased Hazel a count, a mummified little thing, but a seventh cousin to the king. Mabel Johnson, now Madame Oriole, the great prima donna, amused us of an evening by singing in silvery discords. Ruth Downer, who had been studying violin in Paris, was also returning home. She had been playing Caruso’s accompaniments in the king’s court. In a sunny corner of the deck sat the inveterate spinster, hand-box. bird-cage and all. Occasionally, she wistfully examined the contents of a little box tied with forget-me-nots and blue ribbon. I discovered it held gent’s coat buttons of various sizes and color, and locks of hair and bits of neckties. I ran like mad and disappeared down the gangway, as the few precious buttons I had, I needed badly. Kathryn Musser, unchanged! A portly gentleman in silk hat slapped Captain Bronson familiarly on the back. M. L. Cone, Esq., retired manager of the Penny Arcade. Tackletat, Missouri! As I landed in New York harbor, a blast of hot air struck me forcibly and almost took my breath away. Upon inquiry, I found that my old friend, Harry Kay, had just been admitted to the bar and was making his maiden speech this very moment in San Francisco. To rest myself a bit, I took a stroll around New' York City. My attention was attracted to a sky-scraper of enormous proportions just being erected. A card was pinned to the twenty-sixth story which read “Angle Buffum, Contractors. PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT