Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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 She has the heart and the hand to execute.” “Come not under the measure of my wrath.” NORMA MASON DORTHY YERXA ‘Whispering, whispering, forever Where smiling spring its earliest whispering.” visit paid.”

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ELMER NEILSON A natural born tease.” DOROTHY ZINGSHEIM “That laugh of yours will get you into trouble yet.”

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Rawlins at the Tournament The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Rawlins five that day; The score stood nine to two with five minutes left to play. But then when Harold missed a goal and Tippy did the same, A sickly silence fell upon the rooters of the game, A straggling few got up to go in deep despair, the rest Clung to the hope that springs eternal in the human breast; They thought if only Johnny could get a chance once more We’d put up even money now with Johnny on the floor. But Ted preceded Johnny, and so did Fritzy lad, The former was a hoodoo and the latter just as bad. But Tip put in a basket, to the wonderment of all, And Close, he took a foul shot, and through the basket went the ball. But when the noise had ceased and the people saw the score There was Johnny, mighty Johnny, advancing on the floor. Then from 500 throats and more there was a lusty cheer. It echoed at a distance, it rang both far and near It knocked upon the windows, it rattled near the door. For Johnny, mighty Johnny, was advancing on the floor There was ease in Johnny’s manner as he stepped into his place, There was pride in Johnny’s bearing and a smile on Johnny’s face, And when responding to the cheer he waved his head quite low; They knew ’twas Johnny, mighty John, the one they usta know. One thousand eyes were on him as he spit into his mitt. One thousand tongues applauded as he clenched his teeth with grit, And while the writhing referee ground the ball into his hip Defiance gleamed in Johnny’s eye, a sneer was on his lip. And now the poor old basket ball went hurling into space, And Johnny stood there watching it with smiles upon his face. Close by the sturdy center the ball took to the air , But Johnny stood a watching it in haughty grandeur there. Up went the other center, and he tipped the ball his way. And it might have been a basket had not Wilbur spoiled the play. Up went the sturdy Wilbur, and he knocked the ball toward John, But Johnny stood a watching it and let the ball go on; The ball, it took its onward course (he knew it wasn’t long) Then Johnny made a splendid dash, but bingo, went the gong! Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light Somewhere men are happy, and somewhere men are gay. But there is no joy in Rawlins on this most gloomy day. —Billie Clifford.