Ranchester High School - Rustler Yearbook (Ranchester, WY)

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18 THE REFLECTOR LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of Ranehester High School, City of Ranchester, County of Sheridan, State of Wyoming, being of sane mind and sound memory after twelve years of hard study, do hereby publish and declare this to be our last will and testament. Article 1. To Ranchester High School, we give the honor of having such a happy, ambitious, dignified, good-looking and jolly Senior Class like ours. Article II. To the Faculty we leave the memory of our distinguished class. To Mr. Foster, we give all the clubs we can find, to help impart knowledge to Freshman science classes. To Miss Spicer, we bequeath a class with work up-to-date, a prospective husband and a rolling pin. To Mr. Burgoon, we give the hope of another good history class like the one this year and more championship basket ball teams. Article III. To the Juniors we leave our good looks, dignity, brilliance, and the privilege of becoming Seniors. To the Sophomores we bequeath our reference books, and our own peculiar art of annoying the teachers. To the Freshmen we leave four years of hard work with “F’s” for rewards. Article IV'. Individually— I—Ben Underwood, leave my good grades to Gladys Williams, because she does not need them. I—Gerald Osgard, give my exceedingly amiable disposition to Dorothy Paustian. I—Vieva Paulus, leave my extra size and curly hair to Mabel Walker, Mabel at least needs the size. I—Winfield Jeffers bequeath my interest in girls to Jay Mattox. I think I am old enough to outgrow such foolishness now. I—Clifford Reed, give a quart of honey to Esther Currie. Does she need it? I—Cecil Paulus leave my ability to tease to Adrien Holmes because I always had so much pleasure from it. I—Vera Snow bequeath my art of arguing to the teachers although I do not think they need it. Signed, sealed and published and declared as and for our last will and testament by the above named tex tat rixes, this day of in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred twenty-seven. (Signed) Senior Class of 1927 Vera L. Snow Vieva C. Paulus The Class of 1927 left a beautiful picture as a gift to the High School. JUNIOR-SENIOR BANQUET Idlewild Cafe. April 30. 1927 Senior of 1927 Comp t«» l by Mrs. Cert rude Mclby and read by Mr. Foster In the air there’s something funny That keeps .some folk making money I it bee or is it “honey'' A k Clifford When the sun is high above the mast And morning hour are speeding fast Who yawns it. “was too sweet to last' Why. Vieva He rolled his eyes with stern regard 'Twas plain that he was thinking hard He wanted someone for hi pard. Poor Gerald. Around, around I heard a sound It seemed that nothing could be found But after searching wildly round. I found, 'twas only Cecil Such grace and sorrow has she blended As if she feared she had offended When lessons she had not attended. Oh Vera Why doth the moving moon espy When down the street he casts an eye Who l»eg . “come out tonite. do try” T»s Winfield. With graceful pride and nature meek Sparkling eye and freckled cheek We introduce our dancing shiek Big Ben Who is it when in style sublime Our work with play we try to rhyme Just begs us not to waste our time Miss Spicer The eagle flew from east to west And opened wide his iron vest 'Twas then we were supremely blest With Mr. Foster. A friend to chide us when we’re wrong Observing eye and muscles strong We doff our hats and sing a song Hurrah! for Prof. Burgoon. i

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12 THE REFLECTOR SKMORS 1927 Clifford Rrrd Winfield Jeffers Ver» Snow Viev» C. Paulus Ben I’nderwood Winfield .Jeffers, President Vera Snow, Vice-President Gerald Osgard CLASS ROLL Clifford Reed, Secretary Vieva C. Paulus, Treasurer Ben Underwood Cecil M. Paulus HISTORY In the fall of ’22, our class was far divided and we scarcely knew each other. The Sophomore Class was still divided and we had no thoughts of ever graduating together. In the .Junior year, we wandered into Ranchester High like foreigners from a strange land to “The Melting Pot”. There were seven enrolled in the class. The Juniors were leaders in school activities and the dance given by them was the best of the season. The Junior-Senior Banquet was an event from which to count time. In the year ‘26-’27 one of our members had gone but another took his place and the old enrollment was maintained. Winfield retained his office as president, and Clifford Reed became secretary. With the hard work attending the Senior year, we left the entertainment to the undergrades. Three of our boys, Ben, Clifford and Gerald, won their school letters for distinguished work in basket ball this year. Also, we were honored by having two Stock-Judging Champions, Gerald the world's champion, in our midst. May the lessons we learned, not only in textbooks, help us all through life and may we do as good work from now on.

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14 THE REFLECTOR ( LASS OF 1028 JUNIOR CLASS ROLL Dorothy Paustian President Esther Currie Sec’y-Treas. Gladys Williams Vice-Pres. Mabel Walker .Jay Mattox Adrien Holmes CLASS PROPHECY In May 1938 while my friend and I were traveling through the now great city of Parkman we met a certain Madam Mar- chee, a great astrologist. She was at her best when she re- vealed by the stars our old school-mates’ present life. It was done in a crude way—yet it was only the Seniors. I was suffered first to look through the large telescope and saw a star far brighter than Orion roll around. This must be Vieva’s life. A two story building flashed into view'—above it was the sign, “Marcelling.” Yes, Vieva is putting natura1 waves in other people’s hair—just like her own. Next came a weak little star, but it revealed so much! A milkman—with a glass eye. Winfield has at last made something of himself. Winking at girls doesn’t pay. Windy! The stars seemed to Ik having a good time so Madam picked out one of them, and there before our eyes was a large cow-ranch—and in Mexico! The boss—why, it’s Clifford! Rita always did love the South, we know'. This is good, we never thought that the Seniors could do that much for civilization. I meekly took another look and Wyoming then Montana flashed into view. A game w'arden—why! It’s Foster! I always knew he’d get “that” back on somebody. From Wyoming to New York. This must be another one of our teachers. There was a brightly lighted building and what w’as that noise? “It’s great opera singer and Miss Spicer, too. That practice on Fridays did help, didn’t it?” Now to the halls of Congress. Here we saw one of Wyoming’s national repre- sentatives, Miss Vera Snow'. She was giving a very persuasive oration on the Snow'- Brady Bill, which was to abolish manhood suffrage. Then we looked at a bright star of steady light. This illuminated a stately edifice; above the main entrance was chiseled “University of Wyoming,” Within, we saw our old school-master, Mr. Burgoon. He was a professor of Sociology. One star far to the east and low' in the heavens sparkled and blinked confusedly. It appeared that something extra-ordinary must be taking place. We directed the telescope on it, and as the mist of distance and light cleared. Madam saw a young and handsome gentleman appealing to his enormous throng of listeners in the most 1 stirring and convincing strain of oratory. And neither was this his first success for he was the great orator of w'orld renown, the Hon. Gerald Osgard. Mr. Cecil Paulus, an old school-mate of ours, had gone to South America and founded and developed great industries ir. the countries along the Andes. He en- couraged all sorts of philanthropic workers from the U. S. to help the South American people to develop their country. His great work had inspired a well known sculptor to chisel his figure in bronze. And this sculptor was another old school friend, Ben Underwood. Tnis occasion was the unveiling of this statue. “Thank you, Madam Marchee ”