Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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8 THE OCKSHEPERIDA Cupid in the Faculty For three weeks prior to the holidays the actions of Mr. Leo “Parenthesis” Sherman were such as aroused the curiosity of the pupils and thoroughly excited the teachers. As soon as the football season was over, Mr. Sherman began to spend nis evenings in consultation with real estate agents. Night after night he traversed and re-traversed the streets of Sheridan with a bunch of keys in his hand, prying into and investigating, “Houses to Rent.’’ Occasionally he slackened his pace to listen to the wise counsel of John Timothy Hawkes, who strode beside him. If asked why they were looking at empty houses, Mr. Hawkes would reply that he was going to move, or more commonly Mr. Sherman would say in an unconcerned way: Oh, another fellow and I are going to batch: gets pretty lonesome living alone.” Or sometimes he would assert that he was going to bring out his mother from Vermont. As the days passed by, his actions became more suspicious and more open to comment. Two of the Sheridan High school girls saw him “pricing” a Garland range, while the same evening he was heard to ask a clerk how a certain kitchen cabinet “worked.” Such proceedings continued to excite the pupils of Sheridan High school, and consequently they watched him more than he realized. During the next few days he was found to be investigating the comparative value and prices of: Rugs, buffets, dressing-tables, heating stoves, Morris-chairs, sewing-machines dish-pans, patent mops, flour-sifters, egg-beaters, pie-pans, skillets, pots, kettles, tea-strainers, soap-dishes, percolators, brooms, coal-scuttles, washing-machines, boilers, etc. His conversations were apt to turn t ward the subjects of coal, whether Monarch, Owl Creek, O. K., Storm King or Black Diamond, was preferable, and whether Dutch Cleanser, Bon Ami, Sapolio, or Sunny Monday soap gives the best satisfaction. However, he found it unnecessary to purchase many of these things, as the teachers of the Hill and High schools gave him a tin-shower Friday morning before his departure for the east, after his mother. In this tin-shower were many articles suited to the occasion. Anyone wishing to see what they were may find them by opening the east door of the physics desk. Friday noon Mr. Sherman suddenly disappeared on his “March to the Sea.” Then the wires began to hum. One boy would be heard to remark to another: “Say, kid. heard the news? Sherman’s going back to the Vermont bills to get tied up.” Nothing else was heard until articles began to appear in the Post and Enterprise copied from the Suffock Echo, the Hartford Gazette. Chicago Record-Herald, the London Times, the Paris Temps and the Dietz Review. The Ocksheperida would b«‘ glad to quote these in full, but. biiefly, they related the beauty of the bride and the nervousness of the

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7 THE OCKSHEPER1DA tered his false dream. In such a blind rage that he hardly understood his own words, he said angrily, “Why do you follow like a dog at my heels when I would be alone? Go! Let me not see thy dark face again!” He thrust her from him and turned back to the lake. He called aloud upon the beautiful face to return to him, but only the rumbling thunder answered. The camp behind was dark and silent now, but still he paced along the shore and sent his sharp cry out across the waters. At last he was driven to his lodge by the blinding rain that suddenly emptied itself out of the darkness upon the breathless land. The morning broke clear and bright, with not a trace of yesterday’s hazy warmth. There was a chill in the wind that made the old men shake their heads and say: “The winter is close at hand. It is well that we are nearing home.” The squaws bustled about breaking comp and getting things in readiness for the last day of the trip. Running Wolf stood sullenly bv and watched the preparations. He was thinking how best to reconcile Starlight for his behavior of the evening before, for in the clear sunlight he saw that his fancy had deluded him. Rut Starlight was nowhere to be seen. No one else noticed her absence, and so they set out across the hills in the early morning. Running Wolf lingered in the rear looking back often in the hopes of seeing ger slim, brown figure coming after them, and so it happened that he was last to come along the trail winding toward the base of a huge rock. There the party had halted in a circle and were talking and jesticu-lating wildly. He pressed himself to- ward the center and there he saw upon the brown, wet earth the crushed and lifeless body of Starlight, lying where she had' hurled herself from the top of the rock. Kneeling beside her and caressing her bleeding face and thick matted hair, was her blind old father. Presently he stood up and stretched his wrinkled hands upward, he called upon his gods to curse the one who had brought this grief upon him? “It is the false young chieftain, Running Wolf,” he cried. “He hath wooed and then repulsed her. I call upon the tribe of my fathers to revenge this wrong.” All eyes turned toward the erect, stalwart form and grim, ashen face of the young warrior. The old chief of the tribe straightway called a council and after a long debate, during which the culprit stood stolic and silent in the midst of his guards, he pronounced the judgment. “Running Wolf,” he said, “you have disobeyed the laws of your fathers, and for this you shall be stripped of your weapons and your blankets and bound to the rock overlooking the grave of the rejected Starlight.” The command was quickly executed. The body of the dead girl was laid in a fissure of the rock and heaped with boulders. Then Running Wolf was bound on the rock exposed to the biting wind and where he must close his eyes or look directly upon his sweetheart’s grave. Then the procession moved on ucrtlward leaving the warrior a prey to the prowling beats and the cruel elements. So now when the wind goes moaning down across the lonely lake, hark you, for it is the voice of the false warrior mourning for his lost love.

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9 THE OCKSHEPERIDA groom. On the return trip to Sheridan, they could not conceal the fact that they were “Newlyweds,” and the occupants of the Pullman kept them from finding the journey a tedious one. Since his return, Mr. Sherman may he seen any evening carrying to his little home on Whitney street sacks of Hour, crackers, apricots, potatoes, rice, bundles containing cheese, Mr. Hawke’ celery, beefsteak, bologna, sardines, pretzels, dill pickles, navy beans, brown sugar, sweet potatoes, corn-meal, pancake flour, evaporated vegetables, lard and oleomargarine. Mr. Sherman, The Sheridan High school extends to you and Mrs. Sherman their heartiest congratulations for a prosperous life. Jennie Williams Mr. Caple of the Sheridan Floral and Music company very kindly presented the Senior class with a picture. It represents the famous incident of the ringing of the lil erty bell, and, because or its historical significance, now occupies a space upon the walls of Miss Kocken's class room. Our class pins have arrived, and now each member of the class of ’12 proudly wears the token of his having reached the superior position of Senior. Esther Johnson of this class received the prize box of candy offered in a contest bv the Hayes News stand to the one finding the greatest number of words in that name. The prize-winning list contained 326 correct words. Miss Furr: “What case is ‘regina?’ ” Esther: “Feminine.’’ O, THOU WISE JUNIORS. The Junior boy’s mother called from the foot of the stairs. There was no answer. She called again. Still no answer. With the third call she pre-ared to ascend the stairs, and the Junior boy deemed it wise to answer. Why didn't you answer before?” asked the exasperated mother. Oh, I didn’t hear you call the first two times,” replied the Junior. Miss Nell Thompson spent the holidays at her home near Beckton. Flor-nce went to the Rapid Creek ranch at the same time. Ed Garbutt, that nice little Junior boy, has certainly had a heart-breaking time with his Senior girl. Just at present Alger Lonabaugh seems to have slipped in ahead of Ed vard. Cheer