Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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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

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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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and his family were enjoying the best of health and success. He invited me to his home for dinner that evening and I gladly accepted. Being warm, we stepped into a soda fountain, and just as we were seated Charles Blydenburgh stepped forward to take our order. I was astonished to find Charles at this work, but later learned that he owned the store and was doing a flourishing business. That evening at pinner Harry and Evelyn proved to be charming hosts. It was edifying to see their beautiful home and the wonderful way in which Evelyn managed her family. After dinner we were talking of past days, when all of a sudden a loud knock was heard at the door. When the door was opened Will Lackey stood erect on the threshhold. How he changed. He talked awhile, during which time he told us all about his ranch on Snake River. He happened to, be in town to haul hay out to his sheep. He was very successful, which he proved, when he stated that he had only lost two sheep so far this hard winter. He was able to tell us where Mildred was, a question which we had long been wondering about. She had charge of the public library at Tipton, where she proved to be of great educational value to the people of that vicinity by advising them as to the best Works of literature. MARGUERITE BUCKLEY, 1917, OU R The v at ritsr La TFf?'