Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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CniOEZD c 30E ) aoo BELIEVE in work. I never forget for I M 1 23 one minute that time is precious. I never forget that the sun does not stand still, m and that if a man is not careful the sun will leave him with his work unfinished. It is easy to accomplish something if you set out for it in earnest. —F. Hopkinson Smith. czzionzD c IOE d aocD;

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JEalile nf (Enutnits The Attainment of Perfect Beauty ............... 3 An Arizona Sandstorm -------------------------- 5 Letters From the Old Folks -------------- 5 Senior Notes —................................ Junior Notes ................................... 8 Sophomore Notes ...................... 9 Freshman Notes ----------------------- 19 Jokes ------------------------------------ 11. 19 Editorial .................................... 12 Athletics ..................................... 15 Exchange 19

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THE OCKSHEPERIDA Volume 3 Sheridan. Wyoming, January. IVII Number 3 THE ATTAINMENT OF PERFECT BEAUTY By Mabelle Goehring, ’ll. Long, long ago there lived in a tiny country, in an obscure corner of Europe, a noble king. This king’s name was Ordo, and his queen’s name was Silvene. They were much loved by their people, not only on account of their goodness, but also on account of their little daughter, the princess Winifred. Winifred was the pride of her parents, and the idol of her people, for a sweeter child would have been hard to find. She was very beautiful, her hair being a dark, dark brown, and her eyes a clear deep blue. Her old teacher, Rothgar, often said that some day she would he a perfect beauty. This pleased the queen, for her dearest desire was to have a beautiful daughter. Rut as years went by Winifred’s face lost its exquisite beauty to some extent, and the prophesy seemed likely to prove untrue. Yet about her there was a great strangeness. At one moment she would be so beautiful as to startle the beholder, and at others she was very plain indeed. The changeability of the princess’ beauty became the talk of the hour, and many artists who tried to paint her portrait were dismayed to find changes so great as to ruin a picture accomplished in one short hour. Doctors and specialists were consulted, but all they could do was to suggest a change, so Winifred, at the age of 15, was sent to a distant land to live with her mother’s people. On her twenty-first birthday she returned to the court of her father, and in her honor a large ball was given. The guests had assembled in the halls when Winifred came down the stairway, radiantly happy. “How beautiful she is!’’ exclaimed people to their neighbors. “How lovely! None can compare with Winifred.” The music began and a young prince from a neighboring country led Winifred out for the first dance. “How beautiful you are tonight—” he commenced, but the speech froze on his lips, for the fair face before him had lost its beauty, and looked old, gaunt and worn. The silence was exceedingly painful to both, especially since many of the guests had noticed the change. Soon her face resumed its natural beauty, but not before she had noticed the looks of pity, and had seen the people whispering among themselves; for these were very superstitious people, and to them this changing meant some calamity. “They do not care for me,” reflected Winifred bitterly, “they only love my beauty. Do they suppose that I am unconscious of the curse which has followed me since rhildhood ? But then—ah. me—how should they know since they have not seen my agony as I watched my changing countenance in the mirror?” To her partner she said, “The people are so happy and so good to me tonight, why should I not be happy?” When the dance was ended she fled quietly to the old schoolroom of her childhood. “Oh, Rothgar, my noble teacher, would that you had never spoken those ill-fated words! Even my parents are disappointed in me! Oh, woe is me!” After a time she rejoined the dancers, but her heart was heavy and most of the time her face bore the horrible look of pain. Winifred’s birthday was over and the mystery was still unsolved. So Winifred asked her father to send for Rothgar that he might advise her. Now Rothgar was in