Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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“In a modest little house on the corner of Buffalo and between Fourth and Fifth streets the hearts of Father and Mother Mahoney were gladdened by the birth of a daughter Nora. But Nora was destined never to grow up with undisputed privileges for at this time a certain little sister Mary, two years six months and twenty-six days her senior, came forward and put up such a protest that in order to avoid a breach in the family her many rights were granted. From the time whdn they were old enough to enter school to the time when they entered High School there was a continual race for supremacy. But by good management they both started in High School at the same time and continued together until the High School course was finished. They too, were admitted to the Order of Stagerines, but being of such quiet and modest manners they found it quite hard to agree with that Noble Order. No withstanding their quiet natures disputes occasionally arose between them which were nothing more or less than fresh outbursts of babyhood fueds. They were not given to such sensible pranks as throwing rubbers filled with water on unsuspecting citizens or hiding Faculty bonnets or turning hats wrong side out, but quite taken up with studying and more important work. Mary was exceedingly fond of pet animals and lizard soup was always welcomed by her. It has even been said that she took a little pet lizard to school out day and so frightened the teachers that one of tjiem had nervous prostration for a long time afterwards, while a number of the students have not recovered yet.” A howl from the Magi drowned the voice and all my attentions for a short time were occupied in restoring the Magi to consciousness. When at last he was quietly seated in his chair a gentle Wyoming zephyr fanned the tent flaps and a far distant voice began: “In a magnificient and splendid city in the west a certain couple surnamed Hilands were presented with a daughter destined to be a belle among the cow-boys. Her early years in school were fraught with no events of great importance, but when she came back from Encampment in the year 1906 all Rawlins was stirred to its depths by the doings of this wonderful girl. Tall and graceful as a swan there was no difficulty for her to win the hearts of all the cow-boys. She loved the water and her favorite haunts were the Banks. She would s i by tie hour and watch the Eddy. Her coquettish propensities easily placed her in the seat of honor in the Order of Stag Seven. Having imbibed the fun loving spirit of the ccw-bojs si e eas. y induced this noble order to spirit away ice-cream from the •sen-ior party of 1910, and in 1911 being weighted down by the honorary title of Senior she laid a restraining hand upon the skating parties, sleigh rides and and door paintings. Just at this instant an automobile crashed into the tent and when I next regained consciousness, Arab, tent, beads, and automobile had vanished. I was sitting alone in total darkness on the banks of Sugar Creek. —VIRGIL HICKS.

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applied by a fond mamma who also appreciated its advantages. When she attained the higher ranks of maidenhood, she by reason of certain peculiar endowments was also admitted to the High and Royal Order of Stag Seven of 1911. Not given to vice she nobly fought against liquors being served at their Stag Seven club meetings and, by the aid of a little red hatchet she succeeded in prohibiting all intoxicating liquors with the exception of Pear’s Soapine Extract. Having successfully paddled her little canoe on quiet waters so far, she now branches forth to battle with the angry billows of the sea of life.” Again the voice ceased for a moment and the beads made a sound like someone in great pain. Truly I felt something fearful was about to happen or perhaps it was to foreshadow what the voice would next ay. I had no time to think further for it began again: ‘‘This time, Oh Abu-Merwin, I shall tell you about a wonderfu little lassie by name Cassie, born Sept. 21, 1891. Cassie was one of a kind of marvels that lessons are simple play to them. When called upon to recite she would show such marvelous intellect that the teachers were overawed at this wonderful personage. In French she jabbered so incoherently that the teacher started immediately for France thinking she had better take another course in the language in which her pupil so far excelled her. Little more is known of her career until she entered the Fourth Year High and was admitted to the ranks of the Stager-ines. While in that noble order she distinguished herself by constant restorations of peace and above all by her extreme courtesy to teachers and students alike.” Here the beads began an awful popping and I s-.w the Arab was paralized with fright so I was certainly thankful that the voice began immediately: “Abu,” the voice commenced, “there was a grave mistake in the last few words of what I was saying, and because of my grave error I am instructed to say nothing further of her re arkable career.” Again a pause and again the voice recommenced: On Jan. 12, 1892, a great earthquake occured, the thunder rolled and the Lightning flashed while the whole world was enveloped in darkness. The cause was the birth of a baby girl in the home of the Riford’s. Her name was Aida. She stepped into the limelight in the Fourth Grade under the leadership of Miss Hogan. By diligent studying and constant application she passed from Miss Hogan to Miss Krueger in the Fifth, Miss Howe in the Sxth, and again became one of Miss Krueger’s pupils in the Seventh and Eighth grades. The history of her adventures in the ETghth grade alone is wonderful. Here she was taught the art of moving in rainstorms, studying in a room heated by a measly little cook stove, packing desks upstairs and occasionally getting a good whiff of furnace gas for her trouble. She entered the High School with a flourish and continued to maintain an excellent record until on May 25 she was graduated an Esteemed Noble of the High and Royal Order of Stag Seven.” Silence reigned supreme.

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NE evening, for the very simple reason that I had neglected my lessons, I was told to stay after school. The afternoon was fine and I wanted to get out, but instead of getting to work so that I could do so, I sat with my books before me, daydreaming. Some little time passed when I heard what seemed to be running water in one corner of the room. 1 went over to investigate and there I saw a little pool of water with a rapid whirlpool in the center. I sat down to watch it, for it seemed that I saw pictures of things I knew rising to the suiface and then disappearing in the whirlpool. Yes, that was it, scenes of the everyday life of my schoolmates; pictures of things we had done, hist year, and this year. Now the pictures were of events just passed, of what we had done a week ago, yesterday, today. What would the next be? Would it be the future? My question was soon answered, for there in the water was the reflection of somebody I seemed to know. Somebody who had grown older by about fifteen or twenty years. A typical old maid, prim, dainty and precise, living all alone in a pretty little house in the quiet village of Richmond, Virginia. As I looked the resemblance became stronger. Surely my eyes were deceiving me, for, no, that could not be, but yes it was, Mary Mahoney, the gayest girl in school. The picture moved on, leaving Mary with her cats and her knitting. The next picture showed a large and flourishing city, which I soon recognized as Rawlins. There, in the suburbs, in a house of modest size, was a man, rather tall, with da:k hair and blue eyes, who looked as if he’d much rather coach a basket ball team than write, trying hard to get an editorial article for the next day’s edition, meanwhile seeing, or at least trying to see, that nine children of all sizes and ages did not get into mischief. Just in the midst of a most inspiring sentence somebody screeched out, “Pa, Johnny’s in the glue pot.” Distracted, Pa goes to the rescue and is just getting absorbed again when something else happens. “That’s the way it always is,” he said, thoroughly disgusted, “When your wife’s a suffragette and goes out preaching woman’s rights.” Just then the door opened and his wife came