Ranchester High School - Rustler Yearbook (Ranchester, WY)

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY In the fall of 1932, eight small but determined youngsters appeared on the R. H. S. school grounds. These were the new first graders and the “hope to be seniors of 1944. This included such familiar names as Maqon Wondra, Anna L. Cable, Dorothy Schreibeis, Nina M. Johns- ft ton. Bill Tschirgi, George Kukuchka Mike Kukuchka and Doris Ka wulok. The remainder of the years spent in the primary room didn’t see too much activity except that we were becoming acquainted with our classmates and were just becoming quite a problem for the teacher. We lost Doris in the first grade but Clair Reed joined our class in the second. The fall of ’35 found us in the intermediate room with a new teacher, and a red-haired one, at that, Mi's Gebo by name. Although we didn’t know it at the time, we were to become the problems of that school for a few years. Many different things happened during those years that we will always remember as a part of our old school days. For instance, ask Marion if he still remembers trying to make our recesses longer and then ask him what happened. When in the fifth grade Nina M. wai passed on to the sixth grade, much to our disgust, but we didn’t care, we could find somebody else to copy off of. Willie Hauf joined our forces in the sixth grade and, I might add, has been a steady come-back off and on for many years. In the eighth grade three new members came into our midst— Virginia Bruce, Barbara Alley and James Sexton, who dropped out in the middle of the year. Barbara left near the end of the year. By some mishap we all were promoted into high school. The only effect this had on us was to quiet us down a little. It was a very small “little,” too. Our personalities, however, were ss diverse as our visages. Most of the boys got “stuck” on one of the girls of the class for a week or so. But it happens that now the attraction has “staled” and their in terests are in some ‘Tittle bundle of sweetness” outside of the school. (Could I be referring to Bill Tschirgi?) Clair Reed, who furnished a major share of the masculine charm in our class, left in the middle of his Sophomore year. And did we poor girls ever mourn his loss! Our deficiency in number was removed when Mary Jane Walters entered our class in her Junior year. She was from Clearmont. After worshipping her in silence for about two weeks, our interest died down and she became just “one of the class.” She remained one of the class and is graduating with us this year. Now that Ranchester High School has given us all that it can give us, we’re going on to higher things, with some going to college and some to the armed forces. But we all plan to do something good and worth-while with our lives. We’ll all succeed if we work and struggle against anything that gets in our way of making it a success. Page 15