Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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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.

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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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History of the Class of 1921 On a well-remembered day in September of 1917, forty Freshmen entered the Rawlins High School. For the first week or ten days, the teachers were busy arranging the blessed forty so that they couldn’t congest one corner of the Assembly Hall. Then on about the thirteenth day the gallant and noble Seniors, Juniors and Sophomores presented us with a cradle wrapped in gold and white ribbons containing a little doll. That was all right, but—after school that evening some fellows from the upper classes got together and initiated us. We took it (because we had to), figuring that we could do the same to the next year’s Freshmen. We were the sole attraction for the rest of the year; learning the school’s rules, meeting the other students, and studying hard. This is the line-up for the Freshmen of 1917-18: Christie Anderson, Fridolf Anderson, Reuel Armstrong, Nellie' Cohagen, Lottie Coulson, George Edwards, Catherine France, William Hobbs, Annette Hugus, George Balogh, Leo Keefe, Arnold Larson, John Larson, Louis Larson, Dale Magor, Philip Mahoney, Elmer Neilson, James O’Donnell, Patsy O’Melia, Harold Peterson, David Sheltron, Stanley Sundell, Carl Waeckerlin, Wilbur Walck, Earl Wilkes, Eva Brown, Viola Jorgenson, Sadie Keefe, Morene Kuykendall, Agnes May, Mathia Miller, Paul Vermillion, Feme Mclnturff, Treva Lawler, Clara Stevens, Dorothy Yerxa, Dorothy Zingsheim, Curtis House and Arthur Vanderbeck. Our work consisted chiefly of mastering algebra, English and the Latin language. Of course, there were no special difficulties encountered in the complete mastery of any of these subjects. As a side line and to fill in unoccupied time Tippy and Treva delved into astronomy and made several important discoveries while star gazing. We had so much talent in our class that at this late date it is difficult to say who was the peer of the student body. Many learned debates took place between teacher and pupil, and on one occasion well do I remember that Miss Henry remarked: “Earl, there are many things you never know until you find out.” As a whole, the year was a great success, because Dale said so. There were none flunked except the flunkies. It goes without saying that our class of ’21 could not fail in the Sophomore year with the sound foundation which we made during our Freshmen year. A good portion of the year wras spent in wars and rumors of wars. Until matters had become so tense that in order to save the day and prove to the world that our contentions were right, it became necessary for us to enlist our fathers and mothers in one of the wordiest conflicts in history. Geometry proved to be a mere pastime for most of us, but I remember when Elmer was troubled with a theorem that Miss Sherman said: “Elmer, your mind seems unclouded with a single thought,” and also when Christie said: “The Greeks must never have amounted to much,