Newcastle High School - Yearbook (Newcastle, WY)

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Senior Class Poem The time has come for parting, Parting from these happy days For we have come to a cross-road Where each must choose his way. Some of the roads are rough and steep All must trod in the dust awhile, But. I hope when all the clouds have passed We will come through with a smile. There will be many times when life will look black When it will seem that it's no use to try But as sure as the morning follows the night The skies will turn blue by and by. But no matter how many misfortunes we meet Or how many cares we must face If we can be honest and upright and good Then we will know we have won in life's race. -.16.. -June Frazine

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I Hiflory of the Class of Nineteen Twenty-sefven --S.-...-......u,-... The Senior class of '27 started our Freshmen year with about fifty members, but unfortunately about fourteen of -them dropped out before the year was over. Of course, we were very exultant over being members of the Newcastle high school, but it did not take us long to find out that We were not the brightest in the school. The Sophomores showed us this on October 5, 1923 at an initiation party. Even if we were treated, as we thought, pretty rough, we all had a good time and left knowing decidedly more about high school life than we did when we came. During that year we had several lively parties and thoroughly enjoyed our first year in N. H. S. We entered our Sophomore year with only about twenty-five members. We did not have very good luck initiating the Fresh- men as one of them broke a -glass out of the Study Hall door where we had them locked till they all got there, and the janitor let them out. Of course, we could not round them up again so we just had a merry time at dancing and playing games. Other parties were given during the year which we all en- joyed. While we did not make any great record in athletics or de- bates, we gamely tried everything. All cannot be winners. At the beginning of our Junior year we had only fifteen mem- bers, but it does not take a big class to make a good one- Our sponsor was Mr. Ed. Hoel and the officers were Floyd West, Presi- dent, Frank Martin, Vice President and June Frazine, Secretary and Treasurer. Our President left us early in the year so the Vice President presided for the remainder of the term. Although, we were the smallest class in High School we held fur own in athletics. We did not defeat the Seniors but were vic- torious over the other classes. ' -P Of the four sent to Laramie for Academics the Junior class had the honor of sending Ellen Wantz for first year typing. Our class play, The Parlor Maid, was given on April 16, '26 and was a grand success. The social activities of the Junior class were numerous and al- ways enjoyed by everyone. V fContinued on page 571 ' -15-

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Class Propbesy I had been feeling rather downhearted for a week or so and knew that in spite of the fact that I love and live for my work I needed a vacation. I am head nurse in Columbus Hospital on the outskirts of Chicago. I went over to Erma's house,-Oh, I forgot to say that Erma and Latal are finally married and live about six blocks from the hospital, Erma had resigned her position as Pres- ident of the Bell Telephone System and Latal had just finished making a new plant which is a cross between a pear and a carrot- and I told her I thought I would take a trip. Erma had too much canning and too many chickens to care for to go with me for you all know what an agriculture bug Latal always had. Well I asked Dr. Smith for my vacation the next day and in about a week's time was on my way to Washington, D. C., from where I left for the British Isles and France. Cn the train I soon tired of reading America's Reviews of Re- views, it is too deep reading for the train anyway. I looked around at all the passengers and finally my eye fell upon a very nervous old lady across the aisle from me. A heavy woolen shawl shielded her delicate form from chance breezes which would find their way thru the car and which did feel rather refreshing to me. I noticed the old lady took very much interest in the letter a young girl was writing directly across from her. She was strangely familiar to me-finterest taken in the other's notes seemed to strike me oddly -Oh, I knew-t'was Mrs. Graham-Ethel Graham. Well, well, that she would be aged in such a short time, but then teaching sch Jol isn't all its cracked up to be. I spoke to Mrs. Graham and found that she was on her vacation, but was just returning to be at the Mary and William College of which she is the head of the mathematic department. That afternoon I bought a paper and tried to get interested in it but that seemed to be impossible until I noticed a picture of a Very' beautiful woman so I read the piece under the picture to find who the owner of such a beautiful face and form might be. Guess who, Oh, I know you can't for it was Grace Mahnke, the most beau- tiful woman in the world. She had been dancing in Zeigfield's Fol- lies but was to be starred in a new play' which will be taken in the fContinued on page 459 -17-