Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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THE OGKSHEPERIDA 10 up, Edward. The Senior Civics class has planned to go to court for the past month, but on account of the lack of suitable cases for youthful minds, and oversight of committee in charge, it looks as though we are not going to get there. Esther J. (translating Virgil) “The ace of the snake.” Most of the class thought a snake was about all head. Mr. Sherman (in Physics, jerking away the chairs from under the boys’ feet.) “You fellows sit up straight; we won’t have any sprawling around in this class.” The next minute Mr. Sherman was reclining against the table, both feet draped gracefully over a chair; five minutes later he was perched on the back of a chair with his feet in the seat. His usual poses would delight a portrait-painter. Mr. Sherman: “Vernon, just step on the head of that pin, please.’’ Vernon : “Step on it yourself, your feet are as big as mine.” Edytbe Polly, 13 Well, the school term is one-half over and we are all glad of it. As much as we enjoy school life we are always eager for vaction. Glenn Robinson has quit school. We are very sorry to lose him from out class. F. R. must miss his ardent gaze. Dean Cross gave a very pleasant talk to the High school last week. It was doubly enjoyed by the Juniors, as the larger part of the English class was taken up by it. A change has been made in the Junior class officers. Bernice Stevens has taken the place of Blanche Evans as vice-president. Oh, those English history biographies. They are worse than book-reviews. Still, we may live through the ordeal. Poor Martha got stranded on the park hill the other night. In attempt-ing to get out of the mud, she climbed part way up the hill and could get no further. It took a full half hour to finally get her down. A great many Juniors have been seen enjoying the good coasting on the Thurmond street hill.

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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

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THE OCKSHEPERIDA 11 JOKES THE CANINE CANNIBAL. Garfield W. Weede, the left end of the Pennsylvania football team, lay with a broken leg in the University hospital. In the same ward lay two other football victims, William Hol-ltnbach and Frank Fuqua, the former with a broken leg, the latter with a fiactured skull. Flowers—great masses of roses and violets—surrounded these young men. “Yes, I am afraid,” said Weede, vn ith a patient smile, “that football is becoming a ghastly sort of game. It reminds me of barbering down East. “I once went into a down East bar-Ixrshop to get my hair cut. As I sat in the chair and the scissors clicked away the barber’s dog lay beside me on the floor looking up at me all the time most attentively. “ ‘Nice dog, that’ said I. “ ‘He is sir,’ said the barber. “ ‘He seems very fond,’ I said, ‘of watching you cut hair.’. ‘ ‘It ain’t that, sir,’ explained the barber, smiling. ‘Sometimes I make a mistake and take a little off a customer’s ear.’ ”—Philadelphia Bulletin. Someone once asked “Tim” Sullivan of New York for informtaion as to the prospects of a politician who was popularly supposed to be “on the ragged edge.” “Well,” said Sullivan, “he seems to think he’s getting on all right, but there are others who entertain a different opinion. The situation reminds me of the story of the old woman up in Maine. Being asked as to the whereabouts of her husband, she replied: “ ‘If the ice is as thick as Jim thinks it is, he is skating; if it as thick as I think it is, he is swimming.’ ” Three soldiers went at our land’s behest to fight for the girls that thc’r hearts loved best, and over the heart as a regular fixture, each fellow carried his dear girl’s picture. “I would stake my soul,” said one man at night, “my love is as true as the angels brigl-.r ” “And mine,’’ said the second, “has sworn by all she’ll die a nun if I chance to fall.” “And mine,” cried the third, as he took his part, “now stays to home with a broken heart.” And all three swore they were pearls of pearls and brought out the pictures of these true girls. What made them swear as they turned away, what made them think :was a cold, cold day? Alack and alas, ’twas a burning shame, the dear girl's pictures were all the same. She—“Lizzie’s bloke calls her ’is peach and the apple of ’is eye. Why can’t you call me things like that?’’ He—“Yus, that’s all very well; but ’e’s in the vegetable business. I’m in the fish trade, remember.”—Exchange. (Continued on Page 21)