Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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Hill flf tljr OIlaHH nf 1910 I, Edrie J. Perrett, of the Class of ’19, of the Rawlins High School, of the City of Rawlins, Carbon County. State of Wyoming, being of a sound mind and not influenced by any policy or consideration contrary to the interests of the said Class, do declare the following to be the last will and testament of the Class of ’19. First—We order and command that we be buried in the records of the Rawlins High School on or about the fifteenth day of May, 1919, and that we be remembered as “The first class that left the High School Accredited.’’ Second—After our debts have been paid and our sins forgiven, we give an bequeath our seats in the Assembly to the Class of 1920. provided they give their present seats to the Class of 21. And dismiss their present prejudiced feelings. Third—To the Cass of ’20 we give and bequeath our love for the High, and our class spirit, for we know they need it. Fourth—To the Class of ’21 we give and bequeath our spirit of athletics and our interest in the High School, for we are certain they will need them, in order to keep up their aggress’ve reputation. Fifth—To the Class of '22 we give and bequeath the title of Sophomores—provided they acquire the studious habits for which we have always been noted. Sixth—To the High School of Rawlins we give and bequeath the jolly spirit of good sportsmanship providing the said institution keep on friendly spirits with other schools of the State. Seventh—To the faculty we give and bequeath the responsibility of the Senior Class of '20. Individually we give and bequeath the following chattels, enumerated and assigned as follows: First—Waid W Ikes gives and bequeaths his position as Captain of the Basket Ball team to Pat O’Melia. Second—Mary Buckley gives and bequeaths her love for bookkeeping to John Larson. She feels sure John is capable of carrying out this duty left to him. Third—Forrest Healy gives and bequeaths her love for History to Eva Anderson, which she knows Eva will need. Fourth—Charlotte Cook gives and bequeaths her ability to take the exams, to Chrystie Anderson. Fifth—Edrie J. Perrett gives and bequeaths her rapid speed in typewriting to Marion Johnson. Also the usefulness of her powder-puff to Frances Phelan. Sixth—Fred Robison gives and bequeaths his gifts of “bluffing” in his studies to William Clifford. Seventh—Philip Zingsheim gives and bequeaths his artistic ability to Morene Kuykendall. Eigth—To anyone who will pay one dollar in order to get twenty dollars worth of enjoyment, we give and bequeath the issue of “The Round Up’’ of 1919.

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making my identity known to her we talked for sometime. She told me that Philip had taken up his long desired occupation, of cartoonist for the Denver Post. Looking up at the clock I saw that I only had a few minutes to catch my train as I was going to Rawlins. In Rawlins I learned that Edrie Perrett was launched in politics, as she was running for mayor on the Socialist ticket. She was the first woman candidate. She had hoped to be the first woman to serve Rawlins as mayor. Thus Fortune seemed to have dealt fairly to the class of '19 and time had brought about many favorable changes in the lives of my class mates. —Charlotte Cook T9.

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3ffaur i ?nior (Stria Well. The Saddest Thing That can Happen To a Girl Is not to Have A date At Commencement. Take This Year For Instance. By all the Rights Of the Spring Time And Commencement ’Twas a Time For Dates Well, I thought I’d ask the three Sistern To go to the Show With Me But don’t You know They all had 'i'o Study For Exams. Well, We though that was Fine To get a Good Start On the Commencement But we were Lonely, So We Took a Walk Down Town And don’t you Know Jake’s Was Closed. We Walked On And the three fellows Of the Class of 1919 Were Walkin’ And they were Most Unfriendly Too When Spoken To. So, Since there was Nothing Else To Do, We Came Home And Sadly Pondered W th the Poet. Who must have Known Whereof he Spoke When he Said: “Of all Sad Words Of Tongue And Pen The Saddest are These: