Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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History of Class of 1920 The class of ’20 is indeed a remarkable class because of its fair maidens and scarcity of boys. Well do we remember the glorious day when we marched up to the portals of R. H. S. with our grade diplomas in our hands, and a timid look in our eyes. We soon overcame our fears, however, and began to take our share, and of the many honors won in High School our girls basket ball team carried off many prizes in our Freshman year. As Freshmen we were handled with care by the hands of our fellow students. Why, we cannot tell, but suppose it was because we all gave such great promises of better things to come. In our Sophomore year, many of our school mates left us; some because they were learning too much and brain fag threatened them, and others just longed to start a bank account. Our Junior year began with a few more vacancies, because some of the girls feared leap year was too far off and they thought of the old proverb of Franklin, “Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.” and thus seven members of our class are now keeping house in various parts of the world. They are Elizabeth Robinson, Charlotte Stevens, Ada Kuykendall, Emily Wester, Myrtle Barker, Franklin Gates and Glodia King. Our Junior year will always be one kept in mind. It was during this eventful year that the High School strike occurred. We are now Seniors! Small in number, but great in the eyes of our fellow students. We have continued our successful work thus far in the last and greatest year of our High School career. We have added to our number two charming damsels, namely Helen Arthaud and Juanita Howard; one of whom has captured a number of the Junior hearts. We are now twelve in number, named and characterized as follows: Eva Anderson, our best shimmie dancer. Helen Arthaud, our sunshine. Ruby Carlson, the vamp. Hope Edwards, our song bird. Kathleen Faye, our peacemaker. Juanita Howard, our main attraction. Marion Johnson, the chief adviser. Macey Lackey, our class coquette. Frances Olson, our dream of dreams. Frances Phelan, our walking dictionary. Andv Peterson, our lonesome, bashful (?) boy. Emily Mueller, our life saver. Having acquainted you all with the class of ’20, we, the Seniors,

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 RUBY CARLSON “Beauty and grace command the world.” FRANCES PHELAN “Chatter, chatter, never ceasing, chatters Frances all day long.” ANDREW PETERSON “A splendid scholar, but yet how modest.” HELEN ARTHAUD Not learned in court, or versed in wit, but loved by those who know her best.”

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wish to thank our teachers for the great interest they have shown toward us during our four happy years in Rawlins High. „ MACEY LACKEY, 1920. 1920 in 1925 With all of her maids at my service, a cool drink placed conveniently on a nearby table, I made myself most comfortable in the cool, shady library in the home of my friend, Mrs. Sunderland, with whom I was planning an extended motor trip. As I sat there my mind busied itself with the events leading up to my good fortune. Mrs. Sunderland, as all of you must have heard, was an old friend and classmate of mine, whom all of you will recall much better as Frances Phelan. For nearly a year I had been private secretary to Mr. Sunderland, a wealthy broker of Chicago, and had, just two days before, learned that his wife was an old friend of mine. She had long wished for this trip, she said for her health (all very wealthy people I find do things for health’s sake), but as she planned, I more than half suspected that her purpose was to find out, if possible, the present location and occupations of the different members of the R. H. S. class of 1920. Not even a chauffeur accompanied us on our tour of the United States. Frances and I took turns at the wheel. We left Chicago on June 25, 1925, for our memorable trip, and drove directly to New York City. Finding our supply of skin cream and other beautifiers nearly exhausted, we sought a beauty parlor. The powder suggested by the dainty, dark-haired young woman was named “Juanita’s Face Powder.” “How funny,” laughed Frances. “How that reminds me of Nita!” “Why,” said the young woman, “I believe this is Frances Phelan and Emily Mueller, isn’t it?” This was a surprise, for here was Frances Olsen, owner of a well known New York “Beauty Parlor.” She suggested that, as a means of entertaining us, she should be allowed to take us to the place where the powder was made, for, as she expressed it, she was “sure we would be interested.” No wonder “Juanita” sounded familiar! “Juanita Face Powder” was being manufactured by Juanita Howard, and I am sure you will agree that she really should be a judge of fine face powder and soft powder puffs. After a delightful two days’ visit, we made a promise to return soon, and left for the south. After several days driving, interwoven with days of rest, we arrived at Palm Beach, where we had planned to spend several days for Frances’ health. What days of comfort, and luxuries which only a purse like that oi Robert Sunderland could provide. Beautiful rooms in expensive hotels