Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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THE OCKSHEPERIDA 7 and drew from behind him the bloody knife. Abe Benton,” he said slowly and impressively,” this knife was found ----------” 'Why, so it was,” said Abe, in a mildly surprised way.” “Where'd you find it?” and he reached out his hand for it. But the deputy ignored his words and act. This nife was found.” he repeated again hut Uncle Jake grew Impatient. “Abe,” he jelled, jumping excitedly to his feet. You’re arrested!” With difficulty, he was put down, and Simon continued, It was found on the east bridge, covered with blood!” “Well,” said Abe in an amused way. Supposin’ it was? What’s that to you? That was too much for Uncle Jake. He feaped upon a counter, and no one could stop him until he had told the whole story, with a few original variations. At first, Abe laughed; then he became as excited as he ever allowed himself to become. Me kill Dave Hailey?” he asked, Why he's my best friend, next to John Andrews. Then he added more quietly, If you’ll all be still. I'll tell you all about it. When Dave and I lert the dance, he told me he had caught a rabbit on the way in. and said I could have it if I would help him kill it. He had it hidden in some bushes on the other side of the bridge so when we got to the bridge, Dave asked why should he come back any further, so we killed it right there, and I lost my knife. Thank you for finding it. I guess you-know the rest.” “Rut where is Dave?” persisted Simon Bradley. “Why, what's wrong with him?” asked Abe. “He has disappeared!” Abe looked stunned for a moment, but before he could recover himself enough to reply, the teleph ne rang. Simon answered it, and when he came back, there was a look of disappointment lurking in his face. “Dave has been found,” he said bluntly. He was in the haymow asleep all the time.” Abe seemed relieved. “Uncle Jake.” he said, smiling broadly. I'm goin' to have rabbit pie for dinner tomorrow. Won't you come and help me eat It? “No.” said Uncle Jake, retreating hastily. “No, thanks. I calkilate to be right busy all day tomorrow.” + SENIOR NOTES. ----- •S By Clara Wade. ❖ + •♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦+♦ + ♦♦♦ + Nineteen nine has parsed, and nineteen ten, that used to seem so far away, is here at last. Even if it is last we will see to it that it is by no means least. We have found a slang word In Virgil's classic “Aeneid,” so we have decided it must be proper to use it. It is “Nate Dea.” meaning, “Oh, you son of a Goddess!” What is it in Chemistry laboratory that reminds us of Juniors?” Why. copper oxide, when nitric acid is poured over it.” Virgil Class Motto:—“Dum Spiro, Spero.” (While we live, we kick.) In Chemistry laboratory we have been making N-2 O (nitrout oxide), called “laughing gas ” by some. So if there is any unusual exictement in Room Four, that will account for it. “Why is Ruth so musical?” Because she wears a brass band n her arm!” For a Purpose. When Senior girls wear heavy braids. And flatten down their hair, They do it just for fun. you know. And—to show that hair is there. The study of Macbeth is interesting and quite different from the other plays we have studied. Not Far Away. Nineteen ten is here And in its spicy air, We realize the fact, at last Graduation day is near.

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(5 THE OCKSHEPERIDA rushed to their windows saw the wagon draw up in front of the constable's house and the man to run up the walk and to pound on the door. By the time John Andrews, the constable, and Uncle Jake came running back, the street was full of half-dressed men, women and children—all demanding to know what was wrong. Receiving no reply, they followed the two men down to the bridge, and there Uncle Jake explained all that he knew about it. The crowd was horror-stricken at this charge against their old neighbor, and at first refused to believe it. But the evidence seemed so strong that one by one they began to add things which he had said and done lately that would lead one to suspect that he intended to do something like this. “I recollect now,” said old Pete Sanders, thoughtfully, as how he says to me t'other day into Dolan's, says he, ‘Seems as though I got to do somethin' desp'rate pretty soon seein's Ihain't done nothin’ for so long.’ Yessir, them’s his very words.” At any other time they would have laughed at this as one of Abe’s good-natured threats about going to work, but now everyone saw it in a different light. By this time the wild-lojking procession had reached Dolan’s general store, and the constable, who had not spoken a word since he heard the news, mounted a chair which stood outside the door. He rapped on the wall for silence, and then in a few short words he stated the case, and asked for volunteers to help search for Abe Benton. As he spoke his lips drew tight, and several of the older people in tne crowd remarked that he and Abe had been schoolboys together. But John Andrews had become the constable, highly respected by all his neighbors, and Abe Benton became known as the laziest man in the village. So John resclved to do his duty even in the case of his friend. A half dozen men had volunteered, and the constable had stepped down from the chair, when someone asked, Who was it?” “Who was it?” a dozen voices echoed, “why, Abe Benton!” “I know.” said the first speaker, “but whom did he kill?” Everyone looked at everyone else, and all were silent. This was a point they had overlooked. Just then the telephone inside the store rang and Mr. D;lan lurried to answer it. When he came back it was plain to all that he had learned something more about the startling case. Dave Bailey’s missing,” he began; but he got no farther. I reckon we can put two and two together,” said old Pete, glancing around over the crowd which seemed to echo his sentiment. Everyone began to talk at once and everyone had something to add to the already enormous tale. There had been a dance the night before, and both the missing men had been there. One man raid that at 12 o’clock when he was coming home he had seen them both cross the bridge and disappear into the bushes. Presently they had reappeared and stopped cn the bridge. Just then he had reached home and had seen nothing more. Perhaps if he had but waited a minute he could have prevented this crime, which would place a blot upon the history of the village forever. Since he could learn nothing more, the constable gathered his men together and set out in search of the criminal. It was hard to follow the trail for although it was midwinter, there was very little snow upon the ground, and anyone not wishing to leave a trail could easily avoid doing so. The crowd about the store gradually thinned as the day advanced, but toward noon it assembled again; the men gathered about the general store, and the women collected next door at Miss Pent's millinery shop. They were talking, of course, about the events of the morning. They discussed Abe Benton's character thor-o.ghly; they pitied his pcor old mother who had been dead ten years, and thanked heaven that he had no family to suffer from his d sgraee. Uncle Jake sat on the apple barrel in the corner and told for the fiftieth time just how and where he had found the knife; but poor old Cllory still r.tocd tied by the constable's gate, feeling anything but glorious. Presently a hush fell upon the crowd, and all eyes were turned toward the street. And then in through the open door came Abe Renton himself! For a moment no on spoke. Then Simon Bradley, who had been given the constable’s authority during the abrence cf John Andrews, stood up

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8 THE OCKSHEPERIDA Someday. And, Pal! you surely see Ed. J., In good old Sheridan High, When we were classmates: good old days. The days of yen and X. Oh, Pal! Where are the dear old friends. The mates so loyal and true. Who ever were defenders of The Yellow and the Blue. Then, Pal! there was the good old class, Now long since passed from sight. The ones who fought with heart and hand. For the Purple and the White. So Pal! let’s talk about the days That will not come again; About the class, the best of all— The Class of Nineteen Ten. Remember, Pal! those face well; Remember Clara Wade. Polly, Camplin, Smithy, too; Where have their footsteps strayed? Aye, Pal! think back o’er the long years, Of Lucy, Beulah, Ridley, Eva, Ella, Hattie, Ruth, And laughing Sarah Gridley. And, Pal! you surely see Ed. J. Amy and Hazel, too; Josie, Minnie and Gladys B., Help'd make that jolly crew. Oakley, Nellie, Luclle T., All appear to me, With Ethel, Mary, Edward M., Yours truly, T. T. T. But, Pal! sigh not for bygone days, Be happy now, as then. When Life’s hard trail is past, we’ll see. The Class of Nineteen Ten. —By Senior of Class ’10. The members of the Senior class wish to thank the President of the Wyoming University for the interest shewn in our work by the letters and Wyoming Students recently sent us. Senior—I have been a -ked to write an essay, but all I can write is “S. A.” There are several new rings in the Senior class that are gifts of Santa Claus: but one came a little too late tor one of his gifts, causing thereby a great deal of interest, and probably curiosity. Several members of the class who went home for the hol.day3 were snowbound and did not get back until Tuesday. Moral “Never go skating in nitric acid.” If you care for further advice, just ask Sarah. In Arithmetic Class. It would be hard to determine which is the thicker—the log or some of our heads. The School Board has been kind enough to get s. me new reference books for the library and now we do not need to go to the city library for our outside reading. + + + + + + JUNIOR NOTES. 4 ❖ 4 + By Georgia Sheldon. 4 ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ We are again at scool after our short holiday vacation, all more or less Interested in the new work we are taking up. We are beginning the study of Rome in History, finding it even more interesting perhaps than Greece. Physics is as hard as ever, and at any time during the day one may hear someone mourning over the grade he or she did not get. Everyone has probably noticed a marked change for the better in us, for we have just finished reading Emerson's essay on behavior. Last, but not least, is our German; least said about it, the better. Nelle Polly spent her vacation at Park-man. We would advise everyone to take Miss Kocken's advice and cut out slang. Rosa Ferguson has been absent two weeks on a trip to Omaha and Iowa. It’s a Sign. When people shout and laugh and sing It’s a good sign that they’re happy. When people quarrel and grouch and kick It’s a sign they’re feeling scrappy. When people pine and moan and sigh, It's a sign that they’re not well. When SENIORS listen and sneak and pry. It's a sign—Well can't you tell?