Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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t •+ motor-boat race around the world and there’s Barbara Brooder, the famous lady-boxer, and---Ugh! O-o-h! Martha—O-o-o-ooh! Ruth, did you hear it too? (Crosses to bell and rings it). Anna, did you hear that queer sound? Anna—What kind of a queer sound was it, ma’am? Ruth—-Oh, a horrible sound! Martha—A kind of grating sound! Ruth—A slippery, snoopy, shaky sound. Martha—Help—Oh—there it goes again! Ruth—SOMEBODY is IN THIS HOUSE!! Martha—Oh, I know! Zoe and Glenn. Zoe is staying here and, of course, Glenn calls every evening. Anna—’Scuse me. Ma’am, but they have gone to the picture show. Ruth—Well, SOMEBODY is in here. That’s certain. Martha—Oh, I wish Chester were here! Ruth—Speak of angels and their opposites are not far off. Here comes Chester now. (Enter Chester.) Chester—Oh, hello, Ruth. Say Martha, Creta says—Why what’s up, my dear girls? Martha (sobbing)—Oh, CHESTER! There’s something in the house! A— a funny SOUND! Chester—The sound of women’s weeping, I guess. Ruth—No frivolity, young man. This is a serious occasion. Anna—Maybe, Mr. Cooley, it’s a burglar. Chester—More likely it’s a mouse. Martha (hysterically)—CHESTER! You are faithless! You are not the man I married! Only a brute could stand there, making inane and silly remarks, when helpless women are in danger of being slaughtered before his very eyes! Oh, why was I ever bom? Why did I ever marry? (She swoons in his arms.) (Curtain.) ACT II. Scene—Same as in Act I. Time—In the evening, two weeks later. (Curtain discloses Martha in a daring evening gown nervously pacing the floor. Chester in immaculate dress suit also paces floor.) Martha—How perfectly horrid of Dick Cornell to back out at the last minute. Now I don’t know whom I will have for Rita’s partner. That old Drama League could just have put off their banquet for another week! Chester—Say, Dick was certainly good last night. What did you say was the name of his next play? Martha—“The Love Letters of Marie.” Miss Halden will play opposite him, and Mr. Benson is to take the part of the bride’s father. Yes, Richard is a good actor; all the girls are crazy about him. They say Wilmoth Langston tried to commit suicide on account of his charms. But—Chester (she catches his arm excitedly). Won’t it be wonderful to entertain a real live general? I’m so glad that you caught W’illiam in time to invite him to Harold’s dinner party tonight. Just imagine Harold’s and William’s faces when I say, “Mr. King, I wish to present you to your old schoolmate, Lieutenant-General William Raitt.” Of course I’ve asked Zoe and Glenn, Ruth and Verne, and Mr. Booth and his bride, beside those I had originally decided upon. It’s going to be a great reunion party, indeed. But now that awful question of getting a partner for Rita bobs up again, just when I thought I had settled it with Richard. You say Charles isn’t out of the hospital yet? Chester—No, and I don’t think he will be for some time, since he's found out that Mabel Klindt is the surgeon in charge. She sits and reads Latin grammar to him every day, and it surely is improving his nervous condition. He fairly thrives on the stuff, and says he’ll be sorry when he gets well, for he has sure enjoyed Mabel and the Latin. Martha—Well, it was terribly sad that Ludlow had to get into this sickening scrape just when he did, for he and Rita have been going together for the last five years, and he would have made a lovely partner for her. Chester—Say, listen! I’ve got an idea! Zoe (Coming into the room)—Impossible! Pane Twenty-Nine

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+ Martha—Oh, just let them alone, Anna. I wouldn’t have you hurt Miss Condit’s feelings for anything, she’s a famous editor you know. (To Chester) This house has been in a perpetual uproar since Zoe came; she’s so playful. Anna—But that’s not all, Ma’am. Mr. Wayne Anderson, the night policeman, has just been here, an’ he says that Mr. Ludlow Anderson has broken jail and that all the detectives in the city are out after him, and—and—oh, yes, he says that Ethel Demmon and Eleanor Brunsell broke into Maurice Mills’ Sandwich Stand and took fifty cents worth of his best sandwiches. Oh, what is the world coming to? (She goes out sobbing.) Chester—Seems to me Wayne ought to be attending to his professional duties, instead of gossiping with Anna. Martha—Do you suppose that’s true about Ludlow? (Telephone rings.) Hello,.yes..Oh, Gertrude..yes, splendid..Dolly will be just right for you .I’m awfully glad..tell me when it’s finished..good-bye. (Hangs up.) That was Gertrude Parmelee. She’s working on the frescoes for Catharine Glafcke’s new tea-room, and she has just secured Grace Godwin for a model. Grace will be fine; and will be glad of the chance to sit quietly and pose, after her strenuous exertions on the Chautauqua platform, lecturing on dress reform. Gertrude was so happy she called up to tell me. But about Ludlow, what will they do if they find him? Chester—Gosh, I don’t know; I’m going down to talk it over with Creta Sluss. She’s got the best legal head in the whole city. (Exit.) (Enter Anna with a card.) Martha (reading)—Miss Ruth Staples. Show her up, Anna. (Enter Ruth with a rush. They embrace.) Martha—Darling! What have you been doing lately? Ruth—Oh, lots of things. I got tired of being a social success, so I went to work in Izetta Lucas’ Cleaning and Pressing Establishment. She discharged me after a few days, however, and 1 next obtained work as hasherette at the Sheridan Inn. But Blanche Logan worked there, too; she and I had a quarrel so I came away. Just now I’m breaking horses for the Golden Gate Livery Bam. Verne Warfield runs it, you know. Martha (laughing)—Ruth, you always were adventurous. I’ve wondered at your disappearance from gay society. But, listen! You’ve heard about Ludlow, haven’t you? Ruth—Yes, that’s what I came over about. Do you suppose there’s anything we can do to save him? This last escapade will cost him dear, I’m afraid, for he’s been in jail so many times the police are tired of him. Martha—Chester says the police never accomplish anything and are very slow and stupid. Chester says that Creta Sluss is the best lawyer in town, and he thinks Maurine Hollo is the best detective of the age. He says they do things up proper. Ruth—Well, thank Heaven, Maurine is out in Arizona on the trail of some opium smuggler, so she can’t do us any mischief. She’d catch poor Luddy sure if she were here. Oh, I got a letter from her today. She found an important clue that led her to the little mining town of Sky-high and whom did she see there but Dorothy Whedon! Dot is the camp dentist and is tremendously popular. She has a thriving trade among the miners, and one of them has become so infatuated with her, that he’s had all his teeth pulled, one at a sitting, just to be near her. Some ardent suitor, I claim. But to return to Ludlow- (Enter Anna with a card.) Anna—Miss Workman. (Enter Louise, joyously.) Louise—Oh, girls! Oh, girls! GIRLS! Guess what! Gothard Bylund has asked me to go riding in his airplane! Oh, I’m so happy! (She clasps her hands, ecstatically and whirls round and round in the middle of the room.) I’m the first girl lie’s ever asked. Oh, I’m so happy Ruth—Well, what’s the grand occasion? Louise—W'hy, you see, he and Elizabeth Morgareidge are going to run a race with their airplanes, and Gothard has asked me to go with him. Oh, I’m so happy! (She kisses her hand to the sky and dances out.) Martha—Chester says that Gothard has the better plane, but that Elizabeth is the better aviator. I understand this is to be one of the great events of the sporting season. Isn’t it strange how many of our old schoolmates have turned to sports for a career? Ruth—Yes, there is Fred Emery competing for international honors as a basket ball champion ,and there’s Leona Lynch and Ruth Kueffer running their Page Twenty-Eight

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Martha—Oh, Zoe, Dick just phoned that he couldn’t come tonight; has to go to that meeting of the Drama League, you know. Who’ll I get to take his place? He was to be Rita’s partner, you know. Zoe—(leisurely unwrapping a box of candy which she has been carrying under her arm)—Search me, my dear. Chester—Say, girls, why don’t you listen to my idea? It’s a peach. Martha—Oh, Chester, quick, tell it. Chester—Hist! You know Wayne Anderson comes every night, to call on Anna. Well, he’s an old classmate, why not lure him in, and make him take a place at the table? Zoe—Never. You forget the social position of a policeman. Chester—Well, when Wendell brings up the flowers he promised from his green house, you could grab him. Martha—Oh, Chester, you’re so bright. That’s just the thing. Zoe—Well, yes, that might do. Glenn wants a model for his next cartoon, he’s going to label it, “One Grand Hustler,” and 1 think Wendell would make an excellent subject. I’ll ask him tonight, if he comes. Chester—Say, love, why didn’t you invite Louise and Gothard? Martha—I did, but they were asked out to Kate Kerns houseparty, to hear Helen Murray make her debut in parlor singing. I wanted Helen to come up here for her first appearance, but she said she preferred to go to Katherine’s because Houston Duncan owns a neighboring ranch, and will be sure to come. Helen says that she just naturally can’t sing unless Houston is there to play her accompaniment, and he’s so delicate he can’t stand the air here in Sheridan. (Bell rings.) Anna—A lady to see you. Ma’am. Says her name is Mrs. Van De Page Hicks Monterency Vestibuleum Jonew-Johnson. Martha—Oh, that must be Mariette! She married some kind of an aristocratic name like that. (Enter Mariette, elaborately dressed, furred and be-jeweled, carrying a Pomeranian lap-dog, and escorted by a chic little maid, whose long silky curls betray her as Dorothy Coles.) Mariette—Oh, Martha! Isn’t it just classy, to see you again! And you too, dear old Chet! Oh, hello, Zoe! Oh, I think you have the sweetest little place here. I love tiny houses. Martha (bristling)—Why, I don’t think this is a very small house. It has thirty-nine rooms and fifteen bath-rooms. Mildred Kraut designed it and she’s considered the very best architect in the country. Mariette (breezily)—Oh, yes, I forgot that this is Sheridan. But you mustn’t be cross, my dear, for after living in a palace with eight hundred rooms, everything naturally seems small. Oh, kids, I’ve got the spiffiest place, the sweetest husband, the nicest children, the most beautiful dogs, the most adorable jewels, the loveliest pantry that any girl ever saw. You must all come to visit me. But I haven’t explained my presence here tonight, have I. You see I was going through Sheridan on my way to Seattle to meet Mrs. Vanderbilt, Jr., my most intimate friend. Just as we rounded the hill up here, Velma Beaumont turned her flock of sheep loose on the track. She has nine hundred thousand head, and you know how stupid and slow sheep are! So the engineer said that we would just have to wait until they could be moved on, and that it might take a day or two, so I just skipped up to see you. Sheridan has grown some since we used to be kids, hasn’t it? Now you ought to see New York where I live--- Martha—Why, how familiar your maid looks! Mariette—Oh, yes, you remember Dorothy Coles, don’t you? Chester—Oh. yes, by snum! It IS Dorothy. Oh! (A sudden thought seems to strike him. He rises, goes over, and taking her hands in his with a fatherly air, he begins): My dear young lady, we have very sad news for you. You remember Ludlow Anderson, don’t you? Dorothy—Anderson, did you say? Let me see. Oh, yes. He was that pretty boy who graduated with us! How is he? Chester—That is precisely our point. How is he, where is he, why is he? Nobody knows, for Miss Dorothy, he has suddenly disappeared. Dorothy—Goodness! Chester—Yes, two weeks ago today he broke jail, and not a soul has seen him since. Lud was a very bright and lovable boy, we all grieve over him, and believe me, my dear girl, we sympathize with you in this sad hour of loss. Page Thirty