Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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Seniors S is for the way they shrank When into Hi they came. E’s for what they didn’t know When into Hi they came. N’s for the noise they made When into Hi they came. I is for importance felt As thru the Hi they go. 0 is for the orations they must write When out of Hi they go. R is for the room they leave When out of Hi they go. S is for the Seniors all As out of Hi they go. EDITH LARSEN, 1917.

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History of the Class of 1917 With bright and shining eyes thirty-six freshmen entered the main door of the Rawlins High School in September, 1917. Extremely big, in our estimation, we all gathered in the back of the assembly hall and awaited our turn for desks. Miss Krueger assigned all of us to our places and much to our sorrow we were seated as far from each other as she could place us. Many of our class did not remain to finish the first year . Earnest Hansen and Marius Nelson left to take positions. Mary Craig, who deserves honorable mention, left us at the end of the first year. Mary would surely have added to our good times had she stayed. Mildred and Margaret Anderson also left us at the end of the first year. Mildred was a good assistant to our English II, while Margaret took up special work. At the end of our Freshman year we had made quite a record. Miss Krueger was greatly disappointed in us in many ways. We did not always agree just as the teachers thought best, so we vcere not always in favor. The only remarkable events of our Freshmen year were our parties. They are dear memories to look back upon. On September 4th, 1914, those of us who returned were on deck to be registered. Many of our class didn’t return, much to our sorrow. Bessie Burns, Kate Snelling, Ethel Freedman and Edna Carlson all moved away. Lyndon Alcorn left to enter Annapolis Academy. He was surely a loss, for he always kept things going. One of the many memorable events that happened in that year was the flag rush. It would take too long to give a complete account, but it is well remembered by us. Howard Childs, who was one of the best scouts in our class, also had to leave us at the end of the second year. As Juniors, in September, 1915, we again entered R. H. S. very few, but very lively. We had an idea then that we would really be considered very important, but sad to say, we were not treated in the least way according to our ideals. We thought all who entered as Juniors would stay and finish. However, several decided to leave us and graduate a year before. Josephine, Mildred, Karl and Albert all went ahead. Naturally we were sorry to lose them. I don’t think the Seniors of 1916 will ever forget us or we them. Our main object being to go against their Pazaar, which, in our idea, was cheap. However, we lived through that year. With colors of green and white flying high we entered on our last year of High School. To say the least, we were happy. Those who we have with us now and who entered in September, 1916, will finish with us, there are fourteen who will graduate. We have in addition to our class Evelyn Krotz, who entered at the middle of the year, Charles Blyden-burgh and Will Lackey, who joined us from the Junior class, and Talbot Smith, who will come from thie east to graduate with us. No matter where we go, I think old Rawlins High will always be remembered by us, and may our good times, deeds, colors and names live long in our memories. ELIZABETH MAHONEY, 1917.

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Class Prophesy On May 24, 1917, we, the class of seventeen graduated from the Rawlins High School, being the first class to graduate from the new school building, and might you think we were not proud, for we were the first class to graduate with more boys than girls. We all felt very courageous as we walked from our High School days into the cruel, cruel world; but no matter where we may wander or where we may roam, we can never forget our dear classmates who had sailed for four years with us under the “Green and White.” This world is large, but yet so small that we might not be surprised at any time to meet our classmates of the class of seventeen. I was in Wamsutter a few days ago taking subscriptions for the Ladies Home Journal, which I know you have all heard about and which •o my idea is the best woman’s, or rather, “old maid’s” magazine, published. But to continue my story: I saw a large crowd assembled in front of a building. My curiosity was aroused, as usual, and drawing closer among the mob I saw an immense poster advertising a debate to be held on Women’s Suffrage to be followed by a matinee. To my amazement I recognized two of the persons who were to debate as members of our class. Can you guess who? Elizabeth Mahoney on the affirmative, and Dewey Turner on the negative. I realized that such a thing was possible, for they received a very good start in the Civics class. Not being in a particular hurry, I wandered into the building to listen to the debate. As I entered my attention was drawn to the delightful music. It was only the very latest music, and conducted in a very fine manner. How could it help but be anything else, for they had Everett as their leader. I was utterly amazed to find George Jordan passing the hat. We always thought George would make more of himself than that. Nevertheless, this was a good act, such as George is capable of performing, for Elizabeth and Dewey really needed this money for household expenses. Just before the curtain went up for the second act, the stage manager, whom I recognized as Will Anderson, came forth and spoke for a short time on the solo which was about to be rendered. He spoke so clearly and concisely that I could have listened for hours, but just when everyone was interested, my dear classmate Alice walked upon the stage, while Edith’s nimble fingers ran up ?md down the keys. Alice cleared her throat several times and walked nervously across the stage. She raised her head higher at each step, for she knew what a great responsibility lay on her shoulders. Edith still played, harder and harder, always waiting for Alice to start. But she realized that Alice was nervous, because of her song, entitled “Pretty Baby,” was to depend the success of the evening. But over all disadvantages Alice sang her song most perfectly. When Alice had finished, Goldie Harper stepped out with her white nurse’s uniform and cap, with the Red Cross on her sleeve. She wheeled a little table upon which were various nurses’ articles. She was giving a demonstration on the value of well-made and neat bandages, as well as a short talk on weak-minded and broken-hearted persons, as she had specialized along these lines. Coming out of the theater, being blinded by the light, I bumped into a well dressed man. As he stopped to beg my pardon, whom should it be but our class president, Harry Daley. I inquired as to his health and family, and his occupation. He was cashier of the Wamsutter bank. He