Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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0 THE OCKSHEPERIDA “Goin’ to make nia fortune answered Ruf, mysteriously, unconsciously drawing up his shoulders. “What’s thet?” queried the stranger again. “Humph,” ejaculated Ruf, contemptuously “you don’ know; go chase yerself,” then, without further words, he strutted past the quest oner and disappeared around the corner. “Well,” he mused thoughtfully, “some folks is terrible ignorant and no mistake! guess I’ll go swimmin’ for I go to git ma fortune and when I’m rich,” he said dreamily, “I’ll learn dese here poor folks how to seek der fortune.” After a dive in the duck pond in a neighbor'll field he again started on the road. It was not just clear in his mind where he was going to find his fortune, but he already felt years older. He was his own boss: his mother could no longer rule him. “Guess t’aint fur to Mu York.” he muttered, “guess I’ll go there and buy sum gum and sell tu folks; wish I had sum now. Aw guess I’ll take a nap tu take away dis here empty felin’ in my stonruk,” he exclaimed, as he threw h!mself, hot and dusty, in the shade of a friendly tree. He was in reality about a mile from home. “Must be ’bout forty hundred miles from Mammy, now, he whispered; wonder if she’ll feel awful bad ’bout me; w'onder if----” He stopped here for he was fast losing consciousness in sleep, althought he tried to think he was “just goin’ to rest p. little.” • Ruf was having some exciting experiences on Broadw'ay. making “big” money, when a man rode up on horseback. “Him.” he said, as he looked at the dark little face besmeared but peaceful in sleep. “That’s Mammy Chloe’s boy; guess he’s up to h's old tricks, carefully, and without waking him. carried him to Mammy’s house. When Ruf awroke, his mother was regarding him with a broad grin, “What’s that 'bout yer fortune. Ruf. you wus sayin’ in yer sleep?” “Nothin’.” answered Ruf. as he closed his eyes in pretended drowsiness. Why is a Junior like a ball of string? Because he’s all w'rapped up in himself. SENIOR NOTES By Lela Thurmond. The year has arrived of 1909— Senior Class is doing fine. While all through our school career. We’re going to make this our best year. Harry Winterling has been sick again. Console yourself, Harry. Christmas dinner comes but once a year. Lucile had a funny dream New Year s night. She dreamed that Clarence had become a famous German professor. She has gone to Wolf to recover. Eliza’s frozen ear w’ll improve rapidly now that Oliver is occupying the seat opposite her. Ask Herbert how cold it w’as Tuesday, but then, it was all the fault of Santa Claus that he froze his ears. He should have known the little fellow wanted a fur cap for Chr'stmas. We have only had two Senior programs this month on account of vacation. First program was given by Norma Wilson—a talk; piano solo by Gladys Fuller; talk by Blanche Williams. The second program was given by Louise Portz. a talk, piano solo by Norma Wilson, and talk by Lona Martin. We are going to ask the janitor to kindly leave the door unlocked till Miss Stover has time to get out, because the idea of having to crawl out the window is not as easy as it sounds, at least Miss Stover doesn’t think so. Vacation days are now' over and good resolutions have been made by all to start out with a clean page and keep it free from black marks the w’hole year. Miss Stover—From the looks of some of the German grades. Prof Herbst must have been feeling badly w’hen he put some of them down. Clarence.—I think he must have been real sick when he wrote mine.

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THE OCKSHEPERIDA 5 was clouded till a cool wind, hinting of rain, caused us to look up in alarm. The sky was very dark and we realized that a storm was upon us. Even as we gazed, it began a steady downpour. It was still raining when we got off at Pedro. We at first thought to stay upon the boat all the while it was there, but the conductor said it was to stop fifteen minutes so we walked a block and back to get our blood into circulation. When we got back that boat had sailed. Well, there we were, out in the rain and a long ways from home. To make the rest of my story understood, I must describe the city of San Pedro and its harbor. The city is divided into two parts, East and West San Pedro. The division is made by the bay which is long, narrow' and deep. The only connection between the two is a ferry boat which crosses every thirty minutes. The street cars connect East Pedro with Los Angeles and the steam cars connect West Pedro with Long Beach. We saw a passenger train on the track about ready to leave the West Pedro depot, so we jumped onto the ferry which at that moment came up and were ferried across. When we got across, the depot agent told us that the train was a special and would not take us back, but the only thing to do was to take our medicine no matter how bftter. As we were on the w'est side of the harbor we decided to see that part of the town even if it was raining. We walked around for a few minutes and took our way back to the ferry. The ferry had crossed and there we were. (The boats from I ong Beach did not come to the west side.) As we were waiting for the ferry, our Long Beach boat came in. We got on the ferry as soon as it came and were just starting across when our boat started home. We were left again. When finally across, we thought best to camp right there and wait for the next boat. As we w'ere talking, my friend said the street cars would get us home in a little bit if we told them to stop and let us off at Carson Junction, s0 that we could catch the through car for Long Beach. I thought it best to go on through if we could so we went up to the office and found that no cars left for thirty minutes. We sat dow’n to wait, but hearing a boat whistle in, wTe hit a double-quick to the landing and boarded the conductor said that the sea was so rough, the boats would not run any more that day. We nearly fell over when he told us that but again decided to take the street cars. As we were running to the street car station. I slipped and fell into the mud. I got up and by increasing our efforts, we caught the car and were off for home—at last. I swore then never to go to San Pedro again, but I have been there twice since. Both times, I was delayed and came home by other means than the water. Fate must be against me. “SEEKIN’ HIS FORTUNE” By a Senior of 09. Little black-faced Rufus commonly known as “Ruf,” crept out of his hiding place and after a careful survey, made a dive for the shelter behind the board fence and dropped behind an ash barrel, just as his mother, known as Mammy Chloe. came from the kitchen after a vain search for the “black imp Ruf,’ as she called him. “Ruf, she called threateningly. “ if you don’ come heah------” then she stopped, “an I reckon it don do no hurt, guess I’ll let im go this time, but ne’ mind, next time—” This was as far as the threat got, for it was a common joke that Mammay’s “next time’’ would never come or perhaps Ruf w'ouid not have been so happy, as he sneaked off with a triumphant smile on his dirty face. He had not gone far when he was confronted by another boy of his own age. equally ragged and dirty. “Where y’u goin’?’’ shortly, from the stranger.

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;:il: ocksheperida 7 Exams! Oh, let's talk about something more pleasant. They were such a frost— rather, a cold wave. The Seniors were moved up to the Assembly room, hut Miss Stover missed their smiling faces and winning ways so very much that she had Mr. Knapp grant the perm ssion of having them down in her room again. Met a ham sandwich (Mrs. Payne’s own make), that Santa Claus passed the Seniors up cold: serves us right, though. See how we passed the exams. Can’t expect two blessings in succession. De Royce Dudley ate Christmas turkey with the folks at home, hut had to hurry back for the basketball game at Billing3. Several Senior boys w’ent to Billings during Christmas week, but we haven’t been very successful in finding out about people around there except for the few wild r»j-inarks Oliver Hasty lets escape once in awhile. Junior (after Christmas)—I hear you’ve been livin’ off’n the fat o’ the land. What d ye eat it wid? Smart Senior—With the forks of the road, of course. Pauline Is becoming a real shark in Chemistry. She can figure out anything you hand her. If you don’t believe it, just try her. JUNIOR NOTES By Lucy Fedderson. The Junior’s Troubles. Physics is an awful study— Oh, it is a fright: When I go into the laboratory. I feel like I could fight. And General History, too, I think. That it is just as bad. Whene’er I see room number three, It simply makes me mad. And then, there is that awful Dutch, But w'hat I cannot see, Is how' professor e’er expects To pound it into me. But worst of all is Literature; It surely is a shame. To make us learn all author’s works And call them all by name. But then our time is coming. 'Tis work that makes us men: So, if we don’t succeed at first. We’ll try and try again. Ethel Baker spent the holidays at her home in Gillette. Downey Frank spent a very delightful vacation visiting friends in Lincoln and Omaha. She says she had a good time autorng about the streets of the great city. Amy Jackins went home to spend the holidays. Mr. Knapp (in Literature)—Miss Minnie Burnett, mention in age sequence .the authors that we have studied. Miss B. (absent-mindedly)—Mr. Knapp, how many di 1 you say for us to m—m—marry? We are glad to see Edward Jackson at school again. Mr. Jackson had quite a siege of vaccination. He informs us that it always takes in the weakest place. Old Santa was quite liberal this year lie left a sack of presents at each Junior’s door, each sack bearing this inscription. “To the industrious, hard-w'orking. deserving Juniors.” Hazel Stahl, our expert basketball player, went to Buffalo, December 18th, to play for tilt Business College in their game. She re. ports having had a good t ine. Miss Stover kindly gave the Juniors the sunny side of the Assembly room. They are bright and always looking on the sunny side of life, so they deserve the bright ani sunny east. We are beginning a new year and the Juniors have resolved that they w’ll make the