Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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Sabir nf (Enntntls Basket Ball Team 1 Table of Contents 2 The Maid of the Mist 3-4 The Vision of the Lake 5-6-7 Cupid in the Faculty ....... 8 Seniors 9 Junior Notes 10 Jokes 11 Editoral 12-13 Athletics 14-15 Alumni Notes 16 Sophomore Notes 17 Freshmen Notes 18 Advertisements 19-24

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Champions of Wyoming, Montana and Colorado (Denver Excluded) Oct. 20 Billings-0 Sheridan-20 Nov. 4 (ln,dep?nde tsr0ic (Sheridan nigh-15 Nov. 17 {?feKnic,° (Sheridan-1 o Nov. Laramie-8 Sheridan-9 Nov. 30 Billings-5 Sheridan-14 Top row, left to right: Mr. Sherman, coach: Bernic Laub, Vernon Waisner, Frank Hammond. Baxter Jouvenat, Ernest Hunt, Herbert Traut, Lieut. Wier, coach. Bottom row, left to right: James Gridley, Clarence Granger, Philip Brown, John Ax ton, capt.: Paul West, Bert White, Harvey Luce.

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The Ocksheperida Vol. 4 Sheridan, Wyoming, February, 1912 No. 5 The Maid of the Mist D. B., 12 THE MAID OF THE MIST. Many years ago, among the Flat-head Indians, who roamed over the northwest, lived a beautiful young Indian girl, Fleetfoot. From her very babyhood she could run as lightly as as lightly and swiftly as an antelope, and as she grew older, her charm, shyness and grace made her the despair of every young Flathead buck. Old Yellow Deer, her father, was very proud of his slim daughter, and as she did about as she pleased, you may imagine she grew up into a very willful maiden. Fleetfoot was wonderfully lovely as she road over the hills on her swift grey pony Ohaoe, but when she ran on foot, her unbound hair loosed to the wind, cheeks Hushed red under her brown skin, and blankets trailing, she was enough to inspire the Evil One himself with admiration. “Sit still and sew like the other maid- ' ens,” admonished indulgent old Yellow Deer, but Fleetfoot only laughed and danced away out of the teepee, looking like a yellow and scarlet maple leaf fluttering through the forest. “She is a child of the evil god,” quoth the crafty old men around the flickering fire, “she moves as the wind moves, and does not love her people.” Old Yellow Deer, fearing for his beautiful daughter, pondered long over these wise sayings, and finally obtained a charm from the medicine man of another village. It was a flat red-stone disc, inlaid with curious markings of silver, and hung on a knotted buckskin cord. “It is a talisman against evil,’’ said the old man to Fleetfoot, “wear it to j.rotect yourself from the wrath of the Thunder god.” But the slender maiden refused to Wv.ar the charm. “It chokes me, father,” she cried, “see how tight it is and knotted,” With that she tore the necklace from her brown throat and cast it away from her, laughing in scorn. The Evil One was greatly displeased with Fleetfoot, and wickedly resolved to humble the headstrong girl. Among the many ardent suitors of Fleetfoot was one Little Gopher, a big, hideous buck with a scarred face and strong arms. Fleetfoot favored none of the young Flatheads, but she especially disliked the repulsive Little Gopher who followed her about with sinuous steps and hungry looks. The Evil One had long been lurking deep