Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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or why would Pythogorus think he had mads such a wonderful discovery when he learned that the square of the hypotenuse is ecjual to the sum of the squares of the other two sides. Any ordinary parson knows that, and it isn’t half so difficult as ought times naught is naughty ought, and I discovered that myself.” During our Sophomore year our class corraled two members from the country. One was a pretty damsel from Encampment; the other a real sheep herder commonly known as the “Saratoga Ranger,” but in his early life he was christened Louis. At the close of the year our gallant number was twenty-nine. Upon entering the Junior year an impression generally prevailed among the members that we had learned practically everything worth while, and that no more hard work would be needed, so that the “midnight” oil has not been rapidly consumed. ’Tis well, too because oil is very high in price. Our class has become far famed from a number of angles. The High Schools basket ball team is the best in the state. With Close forwarding (not that we need him, but to encourage the Sophs to emulate our prowess), Philip also forwarding, Pat centering. Wilbur “the fort,” and Arnold guarding, we have the team’s lineup that may well be emulated in ages to come. For many years there has been a dearth of music in the Rawlins High School, and it remained for the Junior class to revive this lost art in the school. With George as cornetist, Lottie and Fridolf as violinists an excellent orchestra has been organized. In our Spanish class Dorothea primera and Dorothea segunda are a pair to draw to, and they frequently tell Mrs. Boyd that they will have their leccion en la manana and Arnold says explaining, “How different my lesson would have been had things only been different.” “Quae cum omnia ita sint,” as Stanley says; not only are many facts recorded but history has been written of a class that will be renowned for years to come. Finis. REUEL ARMSTRONG, ’21. The Juniors in 1935 I have always longed to travel; so after graduation from R. H .S., when I accepted the position as cartoonist for the Saratoga Sun, I determined to put in the bank ten dollars each month ,with the hope of some day making an extended tour of North America. In the year 1933, I had both cash and inclination to start my journey, so on May 25, myself and a wealthy friend started on our way to California. We boarded the “Slow and Easy” at Saratoga, and, after an hour’s ride, arrived at Walcott, where it was necessary to change cars. There we had a wait of an hour or two, so decided to look about the city. As I left the depot, the first thing that attracted my attention was a

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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,

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brilliantly colored sign, which read: “E. Nicholson, Pawn Shop, Watches and Clocks a Specialty.” When we reentered the depot I noticed an old maidish sort of person— her hair combed straight back, high collar, a long, full skirt, a shawl about her shoulders, and a severe black hat balanced on her head. Her face looked quite familiar and in spite of her altered appearance, I recognized her as Dorothy Yerxa. She, too, was waiting for a train, she told me, after our greetings were over. She had been visiting her aunt in Walcott, and was now on her way back to Rawlins. When at last we were again on our journey, she told me that the owner of the pawn shop was indeed our old classmate, Elmer Nielson. When she learned that I intended to wait until my return to stop at my old home, she promised me a great surprise during, my visit, but would not tell me what it would be. She left me at Rawlins, much to my regret, for I would probably have learned a great deal more of my old associates of the Rawlins High, had she remained with me. As it was, I picked up a pamphlet which my friend had been reading, so that I could pass part of the time—you all know how interesting travel is west of Rawlins. The pamphlet was entitled, “Reduce Your Fat!” by Chrystie Anderson. Could it be that our fun-loving Chrystie had become an authoress? Perhaps she was adapted for that kind of work and well versed in her subject. I will not mention much of my trip to California, as I have many more important things of which to speak. On my way to the coast I decided to change my route, and go by way of Texas, so that I might visit some relatives there. During my visit we went to see the aviation field at San Antonio. Imagine my surprise on finding my old classmate, Wilbur Walck, in charge of the field. How handsome he looked in his uniform—and so very, very much different than he used to be. While I was talking over old times with him my friend was struck by a shining black limousine, driven by a liveried chauffeur. A passing roadster took my companion to a doctor, and I told the chauffeur to follow the roadster. He turned to receive his mistress’ sanction of this order, and as my glance followed his, I observed a handsomely gowned woman who very excitedly commanded him to proceed. I recognized her as Feme Mclnturff, but as she was plainly very much agitated by the accident, I said nothing to her. The object of my interest was in the chaffeur, who also looked decidedly familiar. Who was it but Dale Magor, in the most immaculate uniform, and scarcely recognizable. On account of Feme’s nerves, which were badly upset, we were unable to go very fast; so when we at last arrived at the doctor’s office the office girl told us that Dr. Edwards would soon have my friend “fixed up.” As I waited I pondered over the name “Edwards”—it seemed so strangely familiar, but my thoughts had not wandered far before the doctor appeared. He was tall, well built, of dark complexion and very professional looking with his Vandyke beard and tortoise-rimmed glasses. But not