Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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THE OCKSHEPERIDA 5 SENIOR NOTES By Lela Thurmond. Class of '09 has twenty members enrolled at present, and expect one more about November 1st, as Harry Fulmer will be able to be with us again. ».e have missed him very much, and all will be glad to have him back with the class. Regrets are handed out by every Senior for the r ason of having to lose one of the best students, Blanch Tobey Long. Mr. and Mrs. Long are living in Washington. Our best wishes are extended to Blanche and Elmer for their future happiness. The Senior Glee Club, which was organized at the beginning of the year, has had two meetings. New books have been ordered and each member should make it t.ie'.r duty to be present at the meetings. We think Pauline Jackson has had sufficient practice to be able to put on one of the nest shows of the s'aeon. Everybody come. Special invitation to Clarence Atchinson. The “Good Time social, given by the Seniors at the City Hall was well attended and veryone seemed to have the good time.” The regular Thursday morning programs w re begun the second week of school, in charge of the Seniors. Programs were as fellows: Talk. Lsla Thurmond: piano solo. Norma Wilson; talk, Herbert Brooks; second period, talk, Maurine Tschirgi; talk. D Royce Dudley; third period, talk. Eliza Aber; piano solo, Gladys Fuller; Talk, Oliver Hasty; fourth period, talk. Florence rate: piano solo. Pearl Wenzell; talk, Harry Winterling. English Teacher: “Miss f'artin, of all men with whom we have become acquainted, which man seems greatest to you?” Miss Martin (dreamily—“Bob Helvey.” Gladys Fuller got a string. And tied it on to Winterling: Gladys Burnette, with winning looks. Almost captured Herbert Brooks; De Royce Dudley, we still have yet. In ypilg of the smiles from Minnie Burnette. Now. boys, drop that Junior junk. They can’t be Seniors if they flunk. Instead of the regular Normal Reviews with a new subject each six weeks, a nsw plan has been adopted in which Arithmetic takes the place of other common branches the first semester .and History the second semester. Junior—How can we make people think we are unusually bright? Keen Observer—Follow as closely in the Senior’s ways as it is possible for you to do. To the Juniors. The class—it numbers twenty-seven. But it really ought not have eleven. For it's such a wild and reckless class That scarcely a one is able to pass. Of all the classes 1 have seen (And many of these were very green), I found that the Juniors were greenest of all. When they answerel “Freshie” to the call. But it was hoped they would improve, When into the Sophomore class they moved And learned of the statesman, Caesar, byname; But, alas! no higher was their aim. When at last poor Juniors, they were called. On the schoolhouse high, their colors hauled, They still retained their symbol, “green” With the pink they had chosen can now be seen. Lets hope when they answer “Senior. at last, They will change a great deal from the past. And follow the Seniors of 1909. Dear Juniors—change while there is time. (Senior, 09.) JUNIOR NOTES By Irvin Smith. The Eleventh Caesar class is reading from twenty to twenty-five lines a day, and promise to read more than that in the fu ture. Walter Holloway left school last week to take a hunting trip on Powder river, after which he is going to spend the wint »r in Cuba with his sister. The most prominent feature in the Junior class is the newly-organized orchestra, consisting of five pieces: Piano, played by Gladys Fuller: violin, by Minnie Burnette: clarinet, by Warren Camplin; cornet, by Gla.vds Burnette, and snare drum by Tiverton Tynan.

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4 THE OCKSHEPER1DA Morton was vary much shocked. She told the story of the girl to her husband, and when she got through, his face wore a very serious expression. “You are very much to blame, for you should not have led her into temptation. You must hasten, and have her released at once,” he said. When Mrs. Morton appeared at the police station, she explained to the judge the circumstances in such a way that he released the girl at once. She took Alice into her carriage and drove her to her home. And it is needless to say that little Paul received his grapes. When Alice had dried her tears, she tried to thank Mrs. Morton for her kindness and leniency. “Why did you do it when you knew that I was really guilty?” she asked. “My dear girl,” answered Mrs. Morton, “Do you think that I would let you suffer, when 1 was the cause of it all?”. In her heart she thought, ”1 wonder who was the criminal: she or I?” + | FOR LOVE OF HIS PONY By Clifford Goodnight, ’11. $ It was on a hot summer’s day and if we could have been down there, we would have seen a solitary man riding along the rolling plains, near the border of Mexico, on the back of a pinto. He was a young man. straight, and muscular, and was doing his vary best to get to the boundary line. If he could reach there before his pursuers caught him he was safe; if not,—well, he would pr )b.»biv ba strung up to the first tree he came to. The pinto was keeping a steady gallop and it could be told that he knew his rider and his rider knew him for the slightest movement on the part of the man was sufficient. He had made a long trip and the muscles and chords were strained almost to the limit and he was blowing hard. The young man noticed this and wondered If he would make it. There were only 75 miles left. But the plucky little horse kept on and on. Every onc3 in awhile the fugitive would scan the horizon narrowly. He kept on until evening and got off when it was dark; at a little of the cold lunch and gave his horse a couple of ears of corn. Then as the mcon came up. he was off again. He rode all night long and did not see any signs of his pursuers as yet. When morning came, his pony was nearly worn out. He got off in a hollow, and rested his pony awhile. After he had eaten his lunch, he started out again, the pony keeping his regulir gait, but he had not gone far when he broke and began walking. The young man saw it, and wondered if he could get there. There was only a short distance now between him and freedom. He always kept in the hollow as much a3 possible where the grass was deep. Letting the pinto rest awhile, he urged him on. He was doing his best, when down he went, throwing his rider into the grass. The young man got up, uninjured, but his faithful pony was lying there fjuiver- ing. He has sprained one of his front legs. His rider looked at him, and said “Well, I guess you are gone. But you have been very faithful to me. We’ve both been fighting against great odds—you against the fresh change of our pursuers.” He tried to comfort him and sat down to await the coming of his pursuers. He might as well give up. His head nodded and he fell into a deep sleep. When he was awakened, it was by the whinny of a horse. He looked around expecting to see his enemy, but instead, there stood a handsome, black horse, an old weather-worn saddle on his back, telling a sad tale. The horse was easily caught. Here was freedom. He could easily make it now. He cut off the old saddle and put on his own. He looked at his own faithful pony. There was a pleading look in his eye. How could he go away nnd leave his pony to be killed by the coyotes or wolves after he had been so faithful? But with a look of determination, he turned around.—What w'as the life of a horse against that of a human being? He mounted his horse and plunged ahead. He heard a pleading whinny behind him and looking around saw his pony trying to get up and follow. His heart softened and he stopped his horse and rode baca. Taking off his saddle and bridle he hit the fractious steed with the reins and the horse dashed away and was soon lost to sight. The young man sat down and mused. Perhaps he had done the wrong thing; perhaps he should have gone on and obtained his freedom, but he could not leave his pony, who had carried him so far. Then looking up. he saw reveral horsemen riding along the ridge. They stopped and scanned the hollow, and the young man. watching through the tall grass, saw them slowly ride on and disappear- from sight. They would go to the Mexican border, and not see a sign of their would-be victim.

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6 THE OCKSHEPERIDA The High School librarian was chosen from the Junior class, Mary Minnick filling the place. Lula Mooney has left school, and is in attendance at the Business College. The Juniors feel very proud of the sportsman in their class, Irvin Smith, when out deer (not dear) hunting recently, killed a fine one at the first shot. The Japanese social given by the Juniors Friday night was a success and everyone enjoyed it. SOPHOMORE NOTES By Josephine Adams. The Sophomore class this year numbers forty. We wonder how many will be in the class of ’ll. In Geometry class (the morning after)— “Mr. Wood, you may give Theorem XI. “Not prepared. “Then, Mr. Polly, you give it.” “I went to the Senior social, too.” I had to take a Latin test. And tried to do my very best: But I got only forty-four. And never dreamed of geu.ng more— For Latin is an awful bore. It really makes my head quite sore. We hear that one of the teachers asked a few questions on a chapter in advance of the lesson. Mr. Perry was very indignant, so the teacher asked a few' questions on the preceding chapter and still Mr. Perry kneweth not. Much laugnter on the part of the class, who, it may be remarked, also kneweth not. Found on the grounds, a Junior girl's notes on flirtation. Owner may have the same by calling at this office and paying damages for the bad influence on the Senior editor. What was all the excitement about last week? Gladys Funer walked up the hill without an escort. Boys, boys. Jeannette Tschirgi went to sleep On Wednesday afternoon. Jeanette Tschrigi went to sleep While Eddie hummed a tune. Jeanette Tschirgi woke up quick. At quarter after two. She said. “At two I had a class.” Bist Fddie said. “Goo-Goo.” Georgie Sheldon, who has been absent for two weeks on account of sickness, is improving and will be able to be back in a few days. FRESHMAN NOTES By Dorothy Buell. Edwin Lord, who has been suffering from blood-poisoning is better, and we hope to see him back again. The Freshmen class Is poorly represented at girls’ basketball practice. Turn out. girls, and see how much you will enjoy it. Wanted—A pacifier for James Field to use in History and English classes. Must be strong and durable, and only of best rubber. Professor Knapp is always on hand at basketball. The Freshmen class is the most well-behaved in school, due to the fact that they wish to please Miss Kocken, who reminds them greatly of their former beloved teach er, Miss Carroll White. Miss Lula Andrews is with us again this year: also Miss Florence Masters of Dayton. Miss Kocken must be very fond of dime novels, etc., as she has quite a collection of them. ALUMNI NOTES By M. Hugo Camplin. The Alumni Association of the Sheridan High School might be called the backbone” of this institution of learning, because on the success or failuie of its graduates, depends the reputation of the school. We look down the long list of graduates, nearly 150 names long, and with no exception do we see a single cause why we should not be proud of the product of our High School. This bespeaks for itself the knowledge transmitted by proficient instructors—may it ever continue thus. Yesterday we were freshmen: today we are graduated from High School, and embarked on our life's mission: some have already taken up the struggles with the so-called cold” w'orld, w'hile others have started on professional careers, the elementary training of w’hich will take years to accomplish.