Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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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

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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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until he spoke was I convinced that he was indeed a former member of the class of ’21. After the customary greetings were over. Dr. Edwards, the noted osteopath, invited Wilbur, Dale, Feme, my friend and myself to dinner that evening. We gladly accepted his kind invitation, for was it not an honor? We arrived at a large cafe—Dr. Edwards said he always enioved going to this particular place—and we soon found out his reason for this. James O’Donnell was the head chef! In his cook’s apron and high white cap he looked like the chef pictured in the advertisements for Van Camp’s pork and beans, with the exception of the French air, entirely assumed by our Irish friend. W’e were, of course, very glad :o see him, and to learn that he had succeeded so well in life. But I seem to be getting away from my subject. Dr. Edwards also told me that Louis Schilt was at present, a teacher of Caesar and Cicero, in a neighboring city. I was not surprised, as I remembered how fond Louis used to be of these particular subjects, back in the R. H. S. days. As we were talking of the various members of the class of 21. Wilbur informed us that Pat was athletic instructor at Fort Steele, and that they then had the best basket ball team in the state, due, of course, to their efficient coach. Altogether we spent a very enjoyable evening, and the next morning my friend and I set out again. We had a grand time, but not until nearly a month later did we see any more of my old classmates. But you will never guess who it was and where he was. He—Philip Mahoney, was in Alaska, an agent for the Pierce-Arrow Motor Co., and he was having wonderful success. While in a small town of that same countrv, I decided to find out what their shows were like; but there was nothing to find out —they have movies the same as we do. Theda Bara’s successor, Norma Meason, was acting and I enjoyed the picture immensely. I did not tarry long in Alaska, as I was not very fond of that climate, so, after several more days of travel I decided to return home. I did not forget my promise to Dorothy Yerxa, however, and stopped at Rawlins This place had grown steadily and was now a large city. Dorothy took me to her home, which looked, as I imagined it would—a trim little bungalow out in Park Hill—fully as tidy as herself. After a day or two of rest, she invited her friends to visit me. They came. Who should they be but Dorothy Zingsheim and Nellie Cohagen, and from their looks I judged that they, too had let the leap years pass without taking undue advantage of them. The first thing she did (and this was one of her surprises), was to play a new (?) record for me. This was her favorite piece, and it was entitled “Silver Threads Among the Gold,” by Stanley Sundell. No wonder she was so fond of it? y ,,But {.s5a11 endeavor to tell my readers everything, in one talk, for that would be quite impossible. Such talkers! I never have heard or expect to hear gam. But I will try to relate briefly the facts I gathered from this