Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

Text from Pages 1 - 124 of the 1919 volume:

Senior j mtnal 1919 This Book is the Property of SHERIDAN HIGH SCHOOL Senior Annual Published by the Students of the Senior Class Sheridan, Wyoming Foreword The Senior Annual for the year of T9 represents one of the greatest efforts ever made by a graduating class of Sheridan, Wyoming. Former classes have had the aid and support of our school paper, the Ockshe-pcrida; but this year, it has been found expedient to conduct these publications under entirely different officers and sponsorship. We have striven to present in this book the ideals for which our class and school have stood. MISS HULL Co 3lba JJull (Our Helofoeb Sponsor Che Class of '19 Ixcspcrtfitllu Debtcatcs Clus Hook J. J. EARLY, Superintendent of Schools Edna M. Hoffman Stout Institute Home Economics f Augusta Eisenmann B. Ph., B. Ed. University of Chicago Normal Training Page Eight +■ + Edna R. Cooper A. B., Butler ColleRe English N. 0. Booth M. Sc., Harvard Agriculture Edward J. Daigle Hackley Manual Training Normal Manual Training Helen L. Stuby A. B., University of Nebraska Latin and Spanish Page Nine Ida B. Hull. A. M University Pennsylvania A. B.. Oberlin Latin Frances Van Bosk irk A. B., University of Iowa English ■ • Marie Goodfellow A. B., University Nebraska Mathematics Clara E. Halden A. B., Simpson College A. M., University of Iowa History and Government J. J. Morfing B. Sc., St. Johns College M. B., Johns Hopkins Science Page Ten J. E. Hewitt B. Sc. Drake University Mathematics and Military Training George Benson University of North Dakota Commercial Lois Thompson A. B., University of Nebraska English and French • Mabel Anderson A. B., University of Kansas H istory Page Eleven Class of ’19 Motto Carry On Colors Maroon and White Flower Shasta Daisy HAROLD KING, President MAURINE HOLLO, Vice President MARIETTE HOAG, Secretary CHARLES HARKER, Treasurer H' Page Twelve HAROLD KING Basketball (4); Class President (4); Battalion Adjutant, 1st Lieutenant. “Fire in each eye and paper in each hand, He reads, recites and maddens all the land.” MAURINE HOLLO “Spiffy” Debating and Public Speaking (4); Dramatics (4); Art (1) (2); Vice President (4); Junior Class Play; Q. E. Q.; Secretary (3) ; Editor-in-Chief Senior Annual (4) ; Class Play (4) ; Class Editor Ockshe-perida (3). “Age cannot wither her nor custom stale her infinite variety.” MARIETTE HOAG “Al” Athletics (2); Glee Club (2) (3) (4); Junior Class Play; Treasurer Q. E. Q.; Secretary (4); Dramatics (4) ; Class Play (4). “Oh, girls, he's just so classy!” CHARLES HARKER, “Chas.” Ocksheperida Staff (3) ; Vice President (1); Junior Class Play; Treasurer (4) ; Class Play (4); Yell Leader (4). “A Good Shepherd — especially of Lambs.” Page Thirteen ALBERT B1RCHBY Navy, Basketball. “The gravity and stillness of your bearing The world hath noted.” BARBARA BROODER “Bob” Athletic Editor Senior Annual (4); Basketball (1); (3) (4) ; Q. E. Q.; Tennis (1) (2) (3) (4). “For she’s a jollv good fellow.” ELEANOR BRUNSELL Q. E. Q.; Athletics (2). “Methinks I can see force and wisdom back of thy reserve and stillness.” FRED EMERY Basketball. “Our star basket tosser.” VERA CHRISTIAN Q. E. Q.; Dramatics (4). “Her air, her manners, all who saw admired.” Page Fourteen WILMOTH LANGSTON Q. E. Q.; Normal Training (4). “Be kind and virtuous, you’ll he blest and wise.” VERN WARFIELD “Our ‘Henna’ Ycuth.” MILDRED KROUT Q. E. Q. “I will believe thou hast a mind that suits with this, thy fair and outward character.” VELMA BEAUMONT Q. E. Q.; Glee Club (3) (4); Athletics (3); Dramatics (4); Class Play (4). “She hath a natural-wise sincerity; a frank and simple truthfulness.” GOTHARD BYLUND “Gis” Class Play (4). “Every man has his faults and honesty is his.” Page Fifteen HELEN WILLEY “Bill” Glee Club (8) (4); Q. E. Q. “Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.’ RITA AMEND “Chic” Commission (3); Athletics (2) (3); Glee Club (1) (2) (3); President Girls Yell Club (3); Business Manager Senior Annual (4); Q. E. Q.; Dramatics (4). “Jazz! Jazz! Jazz ! MAURICE MILLS “Millsie Commission (1) ; Joke Editor Senior Annual (4). “A man most makes merry when he is from home. LYMAN BREWSTER Commission (4) 2nd Lieutenant Company A. “Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always ere he mounted, kissed his horse. RUTH KUEFFER “Snip Q. E. Q. “Wee bonnie sweet thing. Page Sixteen + t ANNA SMITH Q. E. Q. “As merry as the days are long.” ELIZAB’H MORGAREIDGE “Betsy” Debating and Public Speaking (4) ; Q. E. Q. “Sweet, quiet thoughts and wishes few, A still soul smiling in her looks.” MABEL KLINDT Glee Club (1) (3) (4); Q. E. Q. “She that was ever fair, and never proud.” LUDLOW ANDERSON “Lud” Tennis; Vice President (3); Class Editor Ocksheperida (3). “Oh, isn’t he just too maddening?” WALTER KUTCHER “Kutch” S. A. T. C. University of Wyoming; Commission (3); Vice President (2). ‘Why now I see there’s metal in thee. And ever from this instant Do build on thee a better opinion Than ever before.” Pane Seventeen ------------—-----+ LOUISE WORKMAN Glee Club (2) (3) (4); Q. E. Q.; Dramatics (4). “Our Galli Curci.” WILLIAM RAITT “Bill” Athletic Editor Senior Annual (4). “A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows.” OLGA MOORE “Peggy” Art (1) (2) ; Junior Number Ocksheperida (3); Dramatics (4); Debating and Public Speaking (4); Q. E. Q.; Senior Annual Staff (4); Class Prophesy (4); Class Play (4). “Hear ye not of her mighty workings?” FLORENCE MADDEN Glee Club (4); Secretary Q. E. Q. ‘There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. ’ WAYNE ANDERSON Football (3) (4); Class Play (4). “A hearty grasp, an honest eye, A voice that means the thing it says.” Page Eighteen ETHEL DEM MON Q. E. Q.; Glee Club (1) (2) (3) (4); Athletics (2); Debating and Public Speaking (4); Dramatics (4) . Commercial Shark. FORREST DOZAH “Dozie” Junior Class Play; Class Play (4). “I’ll put an antic disposition on.” ANNABEL KROUT Q. E. Q.; Normal Training (4). “In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure alone are mirrored.” IZETTA LUCAS Joke Editor Senior Annual (4); Dramatics (4); Q. E. Q. “She taketh most delight In music, instruments and poetry.” RICHARD CORNELL “Dick” Captain Company A. “Je pense a la dame.” Page Nineteen WENDELL HAYWOOD Commission (2); Treasurer (3) ; Ocksheperida Staff (4) ; Senior Annual Staff (4); 1st Sergeant Company A. “How doth the little busy bee?” KATHARINE KERNS “Katie” Yell Leader Assistant (4); Q. E. Q. “Is she not passing fair?” CATHARINE GLAFCKE “Jim” Glee Club (2) (3) (4) ; Athletics (4) ; Q. E. Q.; Dramatics (4). “Oh, I am stabbed with laughter.” HOUSTON DUNCAN “Houten” “Villiam and he be many miles asunder.” MARJORIE STEVENSON “Mudge” Q. E. Q.; Dramatics (4). “Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun. Who relished a joke and rejoiced in a pun.” Page Twenty 1--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ DOROTHY LAMB “Tah” Glee Club (1) (2); Commission (1) (2); Debating and Speaking (3); “Camouflage” (3); Class President (3); Editor-in-Chief Ocksheperida (3); Dramatics (4); President Q. E. Q.; Literary Editor Senior Annual (4); Class Plav (4). “Veni, Vidi, Vici!” VIRGIL LAHART Q. E. Q. “Fashioned so slenderly, Young and so fair.” CHESTER COOLEY “Chet” Junior Class Play; 2nd Lieutenant Company B; Class Play (4). “For we all love Chet.” LEONA LYNCH “Paddy” Q. E. Q. “Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low—an excellent thing in woman.” CRETA SLUSS Q. E. Q.; Dramatics (4). “Buxom, blithe, and debonair.” Pane Twenty-One ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------4 ZOE CONDIT “Happy” Editor-in-Chief Ocksheperida (4); Dramatics (4); Q. E. Q. “Exhausting thought and having wisdom with each studious year.” WINIFRED STEVENSON “Benny” Q. E. Q.; Athletics (1); Dramatics (4); Basketball (2) (3) (4). “You have seen sunshine and rain at once, Her smiles and tears were like a better May.” DOROTHY COLE ‘Oh, little head, running over with curls!” GLEN HURD “Bud” Class President (1); Ocksheperida Staff (3) ; Art Department Senior Annual (4). ‘His pencil drew whate’er his soul designed.” GERALDINE SCANLON “Jerry” Q. E. Q.; Glee Club (1) (2) (3) (4); Athletics (1); Dramatics (4). “Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike, And like the sun they shine on all alike.” Page Twenty-Two GRACE GODWIN “Dolly” Secretary (1) (2); Athletics (2); Dramatics (4); Q. E. Q.; Class Play (4). “A rosebud set with wilful thorns.” HELEN MURRAY Glee Club (1) (2) (3) (4); Q. E. Q.; Literary Editor Senior Annual (4); Dramatics (4); Class Play (4). “Her voice shall live in our ears.” GERTRUDE PARMELEE Dramatics (4); Athletics (3) Art Department Senior Annual (4); Q. E. Q. “Who can tell for what high cause this daughter of the Gods was born?” CHARLOTTE CANTLIN “Sharlee” Q. E. Q. ‘1 fill this cup to one made up Of lovliness alone.” DOROTHY WHEDON “Dot” Commission (4); Junior Number Oeksheperida (3); Art (1) (2); Class Historian (4); Dramatics (4); Normal Training (4); Q. E. Q.; Class Play (4). “A Star on a Country Sky.” Page Twenty-Three MARTHA BECKER “Mucky” Treasurer (2); Glee Club (2) ; Athletics (2); Junior Class Play; “Camouflage” (3) ; Subscription Manager Senior Annual (4); Q. E. Q.; Dramatics (4); Class Play (4). “She is pretty to walk with, and witty to talk with, and pleasant, too, to think on.” GEORGE WALLING Class Play (4). “A dandy kid!” RUTH STAPLES “Suthie” Ocksheperida Staff (4); Vice President Q. E. Q.; Associate Editor Senior Annual (4); Dramatics (4); Class Play (4). “Begone dull cares. I give you to the winds!” HARRY BLANTON “Our Angel Boy!” Harry did not trust the photographer, so we hired a special artist. Page Twenty-Four Senior Annual Staff Editor-in-Chief_______ Associate Editor______ Business Manager______ Athletic Editors______ Organizations_________ Literary Editors_____ Jokes_________________ Art___________________ Subscription Managers. Maurine Hollo Ruth Staples _.Rita Amend Barbara Brooder and William Raitt _.OIga Moore and Wendell Haywood Dorothy Lamb and Helen Murray ____Izetta Lucas and Maurice Mills .Gertrude Parmelee and Glenn Hurd Martha Becker and Chester Cooley Pane Twenty-Five - .............. .......—-------------------- Class History On September 8, 1915, Sheridan High School was shaken to its very foundations. On that day it was invaded by a more conglomerate mass of barbarians than ever startled the geese of Rome into cackling wakefulness. This mass consisted of 122 Freshies of the greenest and freshest kind. Not as a conquering army did we come but rather as tho surprised that we had the audacity to show ourselves on this sacred spot of awfulness. Once there, however, we were not to be turned back and in the course of time came to realize that upperclassmen were not as fierce and terrible as was supposed and could be trusted not to pounce upon unsuspecting Freshmen without warning. On September 16, election of officers was held and we as Freshmen elected the following: Glenn Hurd, President; Grace Godwin, Secretary; Gerald Aus- tin, Treasurer; Mr. Pound, Class Teacher, and Dorothy Lamb and Maurice Mills, Commissioners. September 15, 1916, saw 105 Sophomores entering S. H. S. with heads held more erect, especially when a timid Freshie lurked near by, and determination showing itself more plainly. This year not only advanced the courage of the class but class spirit of a more pronounced type appeared. This year, namely, 1916-1917, was, however, a quiet year for us, due, for the most part to the Great War which was being brought closer to our homes. During our Soph year, Martha Becker, Richard Cornell and John Brosius entered our class. For officers, the following were elected: Blanch Logan, President; Walter Kutcher, Vice-President; Grace Godwin, Secretary; Martha Becker, Treasurer; Miss Van Boskirk, Sponsor; Dorothy Lamb and Wendell Haywood, Commissioners. The class colors chosen were old rose and silver. Our Junior year is not to be forgotten. Although some had found the hill too steep, there now' numbered 72. However, during this year there had enrolled a number of new students, Virgil Lahart, Pauline Barnhart, Izetta Lucas, Gertrude Parmelee and Troy Baxter. Many rules and regulations were otherwise adjusted in the course of the year, for the sake of patriotism. Instead of entertaining the departing Seniors with the accustomed banquet, we gave them a play, “Mr. Bob,” and a reception. Those who safely guided the Junior class were: Dorothy Lamb, President; Ludlow Anderson, Vice-President; Maurine Hollo. Secretary; Wendell Haywood, Treasurer; Rita Amend and Walter Kutcher, Commissioners; Miss Cooper, Class Sponsor. The Senior year has been passed most successfully in all respects. Of course, some of our classmates had dropped from the ranks, but there still remained fifty-eight worthy and honorable Seniors, this class being second only in size, that has graduated from S. H. S. During this year Dorothy Cole and Fred Emery enrolled as Seniors in our class. Our class furnished many participants in athletics and other activities, including the Drama League, which was organized during this year. On May 8th our flag of maroon and white with our date of ’19 artistically placed upon it was proudly unfurled over the institution of knowledge know'n as Sheridan High School. It was unchallenged, since previous years have led to peaceful negotiations between classes. A banquet was given to us by the Juniors on May 31st. The Association of Collegiate Alumnae entertained us on May 24th. Our last activity was the annual Senior Class Play. We produced “Miss Somebodyelse,” a four-act play, at the Linden Auditorium. During this year our class was managed by Harold King, President; Maurine Hollo, Vice-President; Mariette Hoag, Secretary; Charles Harker, Treasurer; Miss Hull, Class Sponsor, and Dorothy Whedon and Lyman Brewster, Commissioners. And as all great things must end, so too did the high school career of these fifty-eight Seniors, when on June 13, 1919, this class departed from S. H. S. Page Twenty-Six Class Prophecy Time—Ten years hence. Place—Cosy living room of Mr. and Mrs. Chester Cooley, a fashionable young couple who lead the gay social set of Sheridan, by this time the metropolis of the great Northwest. (Curtain rises disclosing Mr. Cooley in smoking jacket, busy with the evening paper, and Mrs. Cooley at writing desk, thoughtfully chewing her pen.) Chester (sighing)—Oh, hum! Mrs. Cooley (nee Martha Becker)—Why, dear, what is the matter? You’re tired, aren’t you, poor darling? Chester—Gosh, yes! I’ve been busy all day at Ludlow Anderson’s trial. Poor old Lud, he’s going to have a pretty close squeeze if he gets off free. I think Judge Iamb’ll be pretty easy on him, she’s always kind of winked at his scrapes in the past, but Marjorie Stevenson, the prosecuting attorney, is after him with blood in her eye. Wonder why she’s so bitter against him. Martha—Oh, dearest, you misunderstand! She doesn’t have any grudge against Ludlow, but its very important that she should win this case, for she has a wager on it. George Walling—he runs the “Frolic” Theatre, you know—has bet her a five-pound box of candy that she’ll lose. What did Ludlow do, anyhow? Chester—Oh, he and Charles Harker got into a fight, because he wouldn’t vote for Charles as Good Roads Commissioner. Charles called him some pretty hard names, and Lud just naturally kicked Charles down two flights of stairs. Martha—How awful! I was planning to invite Charles to my dinner party next Thursday, but now I suppose he’ll be too badly hurt to come, and I’ll have to look up somebody else or there’ll be an uneven number. Chester—Oh, are you going to have another party? Martha—Why, yes, Harold King is just returning from two years of missionary work in Africa. He brings his wife who used to be Winifred Stevenson, you know, and Harry Blanton, his medical assistant. I’m going to give them a dinner. Chester—Heavens, dear, you don’t mean to tell me that Harry Blanton is a missionary! Martha—Why, yes, love. And he’s a very good one, too. The natives are all so devoted to him. Winifred writes that he’s engaged to a beautiful Arab girl. Chester—Anybody else you’ve invited? Martha-—Oh, yes, Charlotte Cantlin, Domestic Science teacher up at High School, and Rita Amend. Dear old Rita, she’s just pulled off a million dollar deal for the Northwestern Sugar Company, and I’m terribly proud of her. But who shall I have for her partner, now that Charles is injured? Chester—Forest Dozah. Martha—Why, dear, haven’t you heard? He’s just eloped with a chorus girl from the “Frolic.” Chester—Albert Birchby. Martha—Oh, he’s busy irrigating Katherine Kerns’ ranch. You remember he used to be a sailor so he knows lots about water. Kate pays him a splendid salary. Chester—Lyman Brewster. Martha—Oh, poor Lyman’s so tied down on his chicken farm, he can’t move a step. This week he’s shipping a load of pullets out to Geraldine Scanlon’s Canned Meat Factory. Chester—Bless my soul, Martha! How you can keep track of all our old schoolmates is beyond me. Now I--- (Enter Anna Smith, the cook, out of breath and angry.) Anna—Please, ma’am, that foxy Miss Condit that’s staying here and that Mr. Hurd that draws those cartoons in the “Whisperer” have been making taffy out in the kitchen and have gotten it all stuck up. What shall I do about it? Page Twenty-Seven + + Martha—Oh, just let them alone, Anna. I wouldn’t have you hurt Miss Condit’s feelings for anything, she’s a famous editor you know. (To Chester) This house has been in a perpetual uproar since Zoe came; she’s so playful. Anna—But that’s not all, Ma’am. Mr. Wayne Anderson, the night policeman, has just been here, an’ he says that Mr. Ludlow Anderson has broken jail and that all the detectives in the city are out after him, and—and—oh, yes, he says that Ethel Demmon and Eleanor Brunsell broke into Maurice Mills’ Sandwich Stand and took fifty cents worth of his best sandwiches. Oh, what is the world coming to? (She goes out sobbing.) Chester—Seems to me Wayne ought to be attending to his professional duties, instead of gossiping with Anna. Martha—Do you suppose that’s true about Ludlow? (Telephone rings.) Hello,.yes..Oh, Gertrude..yes, splendid..Dolly will be just right for you _.I’m awfully glad..tell me when it’s finished..good-bye. (Hangs up.) That was Gertrude Parmelee. She’s working on the frescoes for Catharine Glafcke’s new tea-room, and she has just secured Grace Godwin for a model. Grace will be fine; and will be glad of the chance to sit quietly and pose, after her strenuous exertions on the Chautauqua platform, lecturing on dress reform. Gertrude was so happy she called up to tell me. But about Ludlow, what will they do if they find him? Chester—Gosh, I don’t know; I’m going down to talk it over with Creta Sluss. She’s got the best legal head in the whole city. (Exit.) (Enter Anna with a card.) Martha (reading)—Miss Ruth Staples. Show her up, Anna. (Enter Ruth with a rush. They embrace.) Martha—Darling! What have you been doing lately? Ruth—Oh, lots of things. I got tired of being a social success, so I went to work in Izetta Lucas’ Cleaning and Pressing Establishment. She discharged me after a few days, however, and 1 next obtained work as hasherette at the Sheridan Inn. But Blanche Logan worked there, too; she and I had a quarrel so I came away. Just now I’m breaking horses for the Golden Gate Livery Bam. Verne Warfield runs it, you know. Martha (laughing)—Ruth, you always were adventurous. I’ve wondered at your disappearance from gay society. But, listen! You’ve heard about Ludlow, haven’t you? Ruth—Yes, that’s what I came over about. Do you suppose there’s anything we can do to save him? This last escapade will cost him dear, I’m afraid, for he’s been in jail so many times the police are tired of him. Martha—Chester says the police never accomplish anything and are very slow and stupid. Chester says that Creta Sluss is the best lawyer in town, and he thinks Maurine Hollo is the best detective of the age. He says they do things up proper. Ruth—Well, thank Heaven, Maurine is out in Arizona on the trail of some opium smuggler, so she can’t do us any mischief. She’d catch poor Luddy sure if she were here. Oh, I got a letter from her today. She found an important clue that led her to the little mining town of Sky-high and whom did she see there but Dorothy Whedon! Dot is the camp dentist and is tremendously popular. She has a thriving trade among the miners, and one of them has become so infatuated with her, that he’s had all his teeth pulled, one at a sitting, just to be near her. Some ardent suitor, I claim. But to return to Ludlow- (Enter Anna with a card.) Anna—Miss Workman. (Enter Louise, joyously.) Louise—Oh, girls! Oh, girls! GIRLS! Guess what! Gothard Bylund has asked me to go riding in his airplane! Oh, I’m so happy! (She clasps her hands, ecstatically and whirls round and round in the middle of the room.) I’m the first girl lie’s ever asked. Oh, I’m so happy Ruth—Well, what’s the grand occasion? Louise—W'hy, you see, he and Elizabeth Morgareidge are going to run a race with their airplanes, and Gothard has asked me to go with him. Oh, I’m so happy! (She kisses her hand to the sky and dances out.) Martha—Chester says that Gothard has the better plane, but that Elizabeth is the better aviator. I understand this is to be one of the great events of the sporting season. Isn’t it strange how many of our old schoolmates have turned to sports for a career? Ruth—Yes, there is Fred Emery competing for international honors as a basket ball champion ,and there’s Leona Lynch and Ruth Kueffer running their Page Twenty-Eight t •+ motor-boat race around the world and there’s Barbara Brooder, the famous lady-boxer, and---Ugh! O-o-h! Martha—O-o-o-ooh! Ruth, did you hear it too? (Crosses to bell and rings it). Anna, did you hear that queer sound? Anna—What kind of a queer sound was it, ma’am? Ruth—-Oh, a horrible sound! Martha—A kind of grating sound! Ruth—A slippery, snoopy, shaky sound. Martha—Help—Oh—there it goes again! Ruth—SOMEBODY is IN THIS HOUSE!! Martha—Oh, I know! Zoe and Glenn. Zoe is staying here and, of course, Glenn calls every evening. Anna—’Scuse me. Ma’am, but they have gone to the picture show. Ruth—Well, SOMEBODY is in here. That’s certain. Martha—Oh, I wish Chester were here! Ruth—Speak of angels and their opposites are not far off. Here comes Chester now. (Enter Chester.) Chester—Oh, hello, Ruth. Say Martha, Creta says—Why what’s up, my dear girls? Martha (sobbing)—Oh, CHESTER! There’s something in the house! A— a funny SOUND! Chester—The sound of women’s weeping, I guess. Ruth—No frivolity, young man. This is a serious occasion. Anna—Maybe, Mr. Cooley, it’s a burglar. Chester—More likely it’s a mouse. Martha (hysterically)—CHESTER! You are faithless! You are not the man I married! Only a brute could stand there, making inane and silly remarks, when helpless women are in danger of being slaughtered before his very eyes! Oh, why was I ever bom? Why did I ever marry? (She swoons in his arms.) (Curtain.) ACT II. Scene—Same as in Act I. Time—In the evening, two weeks later. (Curtain discloses Martha in a daring evening gown nervously pacing the floor. Chester in immaculate dress suit also paces floor.) Martha—How perfectly horrid of Dick Cornell to back out at the last minute. Now I don’t know whom I will have for Rita’s partner. That old Drama League could just have put off their banquet for another week! Chester—Say, Dick was certainly good last night. What did you say was the name of his next play? Martha—“The Love Letters of Marie.” Miss Halden will play opposite him, and Mr. Benson is to take the part of the bride’s father. Yes, Richard is a good actor; all the girls are crazy about him. They say Wilmoth Langston tried to commit suicide on account of his charms. But—Chester (she catches his arm excitedly). Won’t it be wonderful to entertain a real live general? I’m so glad that you caught W’illiam in time to invite him to Harold’s dinner party tonight. Just imagine Harold’s and William’s faces when I say, “Mr. King, I wish to present you to your old schoolmate, Lieutenant-General William Raitt.” Of course I’ve asked Zoe and Glenn, Ruth and Verne, and Mr. Booth and his bride, beside those I had originally decided upon. It’s going to be a great reunion party, indeed. But now that awful question of getting a partner for Rita bobs up again, just when I thought I had settled it with Richard. You say Charles isn’t out of the hospital yet? Chester—No, and I don’t think he will be for some time, since he's found out that Mabel Klindt is the surgeon in charge. She sits and reads Latin grammar to him every day, and it surely is improving his nervous condition. He fairly thrives on the stuff, and says he’ll be sorry when he gets well, for he has sure enjoyed Mabel and the Latin. Martha—Well, it was terribly sad that Ludlow had to get into this sickening scrape just when he did, for he and Rita have been going together for the last five years, and he would have made a lovely partner for her. Chester—Say, listen! I’ve got an idea! Zoe (Coming into the room)—Impossible! Pane Twenty-Nine Martha—Oh, Zoe, Dick just phoned that he couldn’t come tonight; has to go to that meeting of the Drama League, you know. Who’ll I get to take his place? He was to be Rita’s partner, you know. Zoe—(leisurely unwrapping a box of candy which she has been carrying under her arm)—Search me, my dear. Chester—Say, girls, why don’t you listen to my idea? It’s a peach. Martha—Oh, Chester, quick, tell it. Chester—Hist! You know Wayne Anderson comes every night, to call on Anna. Well, he’s an old classmate, why not lure him in, and make him take a place at the table? Zoe—Never. You forget the social position of a policeman. Chester—Well, when Wendell brings up the flowers he promised from his green house, you could grab him. Martha—Oh, Chester, you’re so bright. That’s just the thing. Zoe—Well, yes, that might do. Glenn wants a model for his next cartoon, he’s going to label it, “One Grand Hustler,” and 1 think Wendell would make an excellent subject. I’ll ask him tonight, if he comes. Chester—Say, love, why didn’t you invite Louise and Gothard? Martha—I did, but they were asked out to Kate Kerns houseparty, to hear Helen Murray make her debut in parlor singing. I wanted Helen to come up here for her first appearance, but she said she preferred to go to Katherine’s because Houston Duncan owns a neighboring ranch, and will be sure to come. Helen says that she just naturally can’t sing unless Houston is there to play her accompaniment, and he’s so delicate he can’t stand the air here in Sheridan. (Bell rings.) Anna—A lady to see you. Ma’am. Says her name is Mrs. Van De Page Hicks Monterency Vestibuleum Jonew-Johnson. Martha—Oh, that must be Mariette! She married some kind of an aristocratic name like that. (Enter Mariette, elaborately dressed, furred and be-jeweled, carrying a Pomeranian lap-dog, and escorted by a chic little maid, whose long silky curls betray her as Dorothy Coles.) Mariette—Oh, Martha! Isn’t it just classy, to see you again! And you too, dear old Chet! Oh, hello, Zoe! Oh, I think you have the sweetest little place here. I love tiny houses. Martha (bristling)—Why, I don’t think this is a very small house. It has thirty-nine rooms and fifteen bath-rooms. Mildred Kraut designed it and she’s considered the very best architect in the country. Mariette (breezily)—Oh, yes, I forgot that this is Sheridan. But you mustn’t be cross, my dear, for after living in a palace with eight hundred rooms, everything naturally seems small. Oh, kids, I’ve got the spiffiest place, the sweetest husband, the nicest children, the most beautiful dogs, the most adorable jewels, the loveliest pantry that any girl ever saw. You must all come to visit me. But I haven’t explained my presence here tonight, have I. You see I was going through Sheridan on my way to Seattle to meet Mrs. Vanderbilt, Jr., my most intimate friend. Just as we rounded the hill up here, Velma Beaumont turned her flock of sheep loose on the track. She has nine hundred thousand head, and you know how stupid and slow sheep are! So the engineer said that we would just have to wait until they could be moved on, and that it might take a day or two, so I just skipped up to see you. Sheridan has grown some since we used to be kids, hasn’t it? Now you ought to see New York where I live--- Martha—Why, how familiar your maid looks! Mariette—Oh, yes, you remember Dorothy Coles, don’t you? Chester—Oh. yes, by snum! It IS Dorothy. Oh! (A sudden thought seems to strike him. He rises, goes over, and taking her hands in his with a fatherly air, he begins): My dear young lady, we have very sad news for you. You remember Ludlow Anderson, don’t you? Dorothy—Anderson, did you say? Let me see. Oh, yes. He was that pretty boy who graduated with us! How is he? Chester—That is precisely our point. How is he, where is he, why is he? Nobody knows, for Miss Dorothy, he has suddenly disappeared. Dorothy—Goodness! Chester—Yes, two weeks ago today he broke jail, and not a soul has seen him since. Lud was a very bright and lovable boy, we all grieve over him, and believe me, my dear girl, we sympathize with you in this sad hour of loss. Page Thirty + Dorothy—Why, Mr. Cooley, how awfully funny you are! I haven't lost anything. Chester—W’hy—er— Zoe (sweeping over and pushing Chester aside)—Miss Coles, our esteemed voung friend here, Mr. Chester Cooley, has just developed a sad case of sentimentality; he imagines that you are desperately in love with the late Mr. Anderson, and he expects to see you fall in a dead faint to the marble floor and lose your complexion for life. Dorothy (lightly)—Oh, no, I was once very fond of Ludlow, I recall, but really our childhood friendship was merely a desire for each other's pleasant companionship. We never seriously considered love,—or anything like that. In fact, the last I heard from Luddy he was raving over the charms of one Rita Amend. Oh, what was that? (Everybody turns nervously.) Martha—Well, Mariette, you may have thousands of rooms and such things in your house, but I'll warrant you haven’t a mystery. W'e do. Mariette—A mystery? Martha—Yes. (She lowers her voice.) The last two weeks we have been hearing the queerest sounds, every once in a while. We can't find any clue as to their source, but there is a very curious coincident that things are being sur-repticusly removed from the pantry, especially doughnuts and delicacies, although the other day a side of bacon evaporated while Anna was out in the hall talking to Wayne. Now, what can it be? It isn’t a dog or cat that’s hiding here, for Anna keeps the cookies on the highest shelf and an animal couldn’t very’ well jump up there, without knocking things down. Sometimes I think there must be a PERSON in the house, hiding, you know , but Chester says that no one would do such a silly and absurd thing as try to conceal himself in the house of a wealthy rancher. Zoe—Well, we all know that there’s SOMETHING here. A very queer sound issues from the west wing every night at about ten o’clock. Martha and I are always too nervous to investigate, and Chester is usually out or busy in his den. Martha—Yes, and there are other perplexing things, too, that make me think it can’t be an animal. The other day when I returned from making a call, I found a beautiful bunch of roses on the living-room table. At first I thought Glenn had sent them to Zoe, but he hadn’t, we found out, and of course Chester didn’t, and none of our friends would have done such a sentimental thing. Moreover, yesterday I discovered my big picture of Rita to be gone—absolutely missing—and I have hunted everywhere for it, but not a trace of it can I find. Mariette—Oh, mercy. MY husband wouldn't have such a mystery round for anything, he’s just classy about those things, he’d- (Bell rings.) Anna—Mr. Warfield and Miss Staples. Martha—Show them up. (Enter Ruth and Verne.) Ruth—Mariette! (They embrace.) Verne—How-do-you-do, Mariette. Mariette—Hello, people! How are you? (Bell rings.) Anna—Miss Cantlin. (Enter Charlotte, who expresses surprise at seeing Mariette.) Ruth—That’s certainly a sweet gown, Martha. Mariette—Yes, very pretty. You ought to see some of my creations. I have one of orchid satin with a gold chiffon over-drape- (Bell rings.) Anna—Mr. and Mrs. Booth. (Enter Mr. Booth and his wife.) Martha—Awfully glad you could come, Mr. Booth. Mr. Booth—Well, to be quite frank, I wasn’t particularly anxious to come, but my wife wanted to, she heard there were going to be after-dinner speeches, and she said she couldn't miss such a treat for anything. She has always admired after-dinner speakers. Mrs. Booth—Well, I should say so; especially Harold King. Don’t I remember drilling him on his toast for the Junior banquet, ten years ago? Those were the days when we heard real oratory. I’m certainly glad Harold is going to be here tonight. I’d rather listen to a stirring address by him than to see Vera Christian in her latest movie success. Oh, Martha, have you any special plans for entertainment after the feast? Because if you haven’t, I w’as think- Pauc Thirty-One 4 •«— - --------- ■ t ing a live debate employing constructive argument would be just the thing. I love debates. (A martial tread is heard without, and the bell gives a mighty peal.) Anna—General Raitt. (Enter William in all his glory of uniform and insignia.) William—Martha, do you mind if I run over and bring up my lady friend? I left her on the corner. Martha—Oh. by all means, General; you should have brought her up in the first place. (William departs just as another loud peal is heard on door bell.) Anna—Mrs. Harold King, Mr. Harold King, and Mr. Harry Blanton. (The three enter.) M artha—W elcome! Harold-—Ah—my dear old playmates---- Winifred—Hello, folks! Say, I know the best joke-- Harry—Well, I guess the gang’s all here. Martha—Oh, no. there are a great many more of us,- (Bell sounds again.) Anna—Mr. Wendell Haywood. Chester—Quick, we must capture him. He’s to be Rita's partner. (A muffled groan is heard. All turn quickly, except Martha and Zoe, who assume a carefully indifferent air and attempt to attract attention elsewhere.) Mariette—1 suppose that’s some more of your mystery. (Bell rings.) Anna—Miss Rita Amend. (Enter Rita, also Chester dragging Wendell.) Rita—Martha, I took the reins in my own hands and invited Dorothy Lamb, but she wouldn’t come, she went out to Annabel Krout’s homestead this afternoon to recuperate after her efforts along the line of law. (Bell rings.) Anna—Mr. Glenn Hurd. Zoe—Oh, good, now we can get to work, and have the banquet. (Enter Glenn.) Mariette—Oh, folks! Did you ever see my engagement ring? I couldn’t make up my mind whether I wanted diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires or agates, so my husband said he’d get me all of them, and he had this engagement bracelet made instead of a ring. Isn’t it just classy? (Enter William, leading affectionately by the hand a tall veiled figure, who however, after a slight show of shyness throws back her veiling and disclosses her idenity. All-Miss Hull! Miss Hull—Yes, my dears, I was busy working on my plans for the new High School football field—I’m going to pattern it after the Stadium, you know —and felt I was too busy to come, but William here, was so masterful and persuasive that I couldn’t resist. Martha (aside to Zoe)—How are wo going to manage? Now that William is here and Mariette has come to claim Wendell, I thought surely William would make a good partner for Rita. But, no. William calmly bobs up with Miss Hull for a partner. That leaves Rita out in the cold again. What will we do? Zoe—-I dunno. Martha—I guess I’ll ask Chester. (She beckons him under cover of her fan. He reluctantly tears himself away from the side of Mrs. Booth and comes over.) Chester—Well? Martha—The same old question of who is to take Rita in to dinner has become rampant, now that Mariette and Miss Hull have arrived on the scene. Chester—Harry Blanton is floating around unanchored, isn’t he, since he didn’t bring his Arab beauty? Martha—Oh, no, silly, he’s to take Charlotte. Chester—Gosh, you’ve got me up a tree. Martha—Oh, I don’t know what TO do! Rita (sauntering over)—What’s the matter, folks? You look positively blue! Anything gone wrong? Martha (brightly)—Oh, no! Chester (bluntly)—Yes, there is, too! Rita, we’ve been trying our darn-dest to find some one to take you in to dinner tonight, and we’re just stumped. Ouch!! Martha, what do you mean by stepping on a fellow’s corn that way? Page Thirty-Two + +■ Rita—Oh, I’m awfully sorry to put you people out but really, you know, I don’t need anyone at all. I’m perfectly capable of sweeping into the diningroom by myself, without the incumbency of any man. Zoe—Oh, mercy me! That would be bad form. Harold (who had edged close and has been intently listening to everything said)—Why, my dear young people! Do not despair! I will take you in to dinner, Rita. I can manage two ladies perfectly, for I’ve always been a devil with the women. Their gentle society, their sparkling wit, their pretty coquetries— Zoe—Two ladies to one gentleman is bad form. Harold (leaping on a chair and flinging out his arms dramatically)—People! This world is becoming ridden with conventionalities. Will you leap up with me and help shake them from our throats? Will you rally to my call and put your shoulder against my shoulder in this great campaign? To be brief— will you help me establish a social custom whereby it will be possible for me to take two pretty girls in to dinner at one time? VOICE—NEVER!!! (Startled, everybody turns to door where a tall figure is seen, head thrown back and shoulders grimly erect, arms folded majestically across chest.) Rita—Ludlow!! (She falls gracefully to floor, and lies in a crumpled heap, breathing spasmodically.) Ludlow (picking her up, calmly)—Yes, it is I. I have come to give myself up to the law, but first I wish the pleasure of taking Rita in to dinner. When the spread is over you may call in Wayne and I will go with him peaceably. Martha, I wish to apologize for using your house as a rendezvous. I want to tell you that I regret very much rifling your pantry the way I have been doing, but, as Chester says, no one would ever think of searching the home of a well-known, thrifty, law-abiding citizen for an escaped outlaw. Only Wendell has known my whereabouts and he managed to get those roses you found into the house. I wanted them as a little peace offering. Martha—Oh, Ludlow, dear, haven’t you heard? You have been pardoned! Your case has been called off. You are a free man. Anna—Telegram, Mrs. Cooley. Martha (reading)—“I have just eloped with the President; will be at home at the White House any time after this month. Please forgive me. Florence Madden.” Chester—Well, I snum! Anna—Another telegram, Mum. Martha—(Reads and laughs suddenly.) Chester—What now? Martha—Oh, it’s from Olga Moore. She went up into Greenland to report something, has lost her pocket-book and can’t get back. Ludlow—Friends, this is a very great crisis in our lives. Let us all embrace. Zoe—One minute, please! I want to know what those queer sounds we heard issuing from the west wing every night about ten o’clock were. Positively horrifying, they were. Ludlow (indignantly)—I guess that was me practicing on my banjo. I didn’t think you’d hear me. Harold—Dear ones, we are all met here on a very tender and touching occasion, the reunion of old playmates. Let us be joyful! Let us act upon the suggestion of our brother! Let us—let us, 1 say—embrace! (Curtain) Page Thirty-Three Senior Class Will We, the Seniors of 1919, being sober and in our right minds, do make the following (our) last will and testament: To Clara Halden, the beloved sponsor of the benighted class of 1920, we do bequeath with excruciating kindness, a deed to a dry farm many miles from here where she can regain her youthful buoyancy after the strenuous period which she has recently passed with said class. To James Withrow, the president of our Junior class, we are glad to give this small looking glass, so that it will be possible for him to see himself as others see him. To Fred Dunham we give this “Moving Picture.” To Vashti Smith it is our pleasure to give this useful book, “The English language and Its Use.” It is our hope that after careful study she will not find it so difficult to express herself, following habitual accidents in Chemistry Lab. To Robert Holland, who is of a scientific turn of mind, we give this essay on, “Scientific Love Making.” To John Loucks we give this famous book by Brainless Bates—“How to Be a Soldier.” Ross Allen and Arnold Lehman get this edition of Good Housekeeping, which we hope will be applied in Chemistry. To Mabel Arnold we bequeath this gold medal for always having her lessons. Walter Bennett gets this package of “Educator Crackers. Nuf Sed! To Flora Barron we give this sheet of theme titles so that in the future she will not need to shock her teachers with such titles as “Hula Dancing.” To Pauline Briggs we give this soap and washcloth. Due to their own opinion of their importance we leave Dorothy Bentley and Marie Horning—nothing. To Dorcas Schwab, the infant of the Junior class, we leave this pacifier. To Norma Munford we bequeath this bottle of Liquid Blushes. Laura Hindman is so grumpy we give her this package of smiles. To Mabel Forward we give this Maxim Silencer. To Kathleen Murray we give this sandpaper to smooth down the rough edges of her vocabulary. To Martha Whedon we give this package of “Keys,” for the purpose of exploring the Buffalo “Parks.” To Gwendolyn Mills we give this magnifying glass so she can recognize her friends on the street. To Flora Mae Smith we give this fishing pole and bait with the hope that she can catch and dangle some poor sucker. To Harriett Buffum we leave this straight jacket to keep her from twisting so much as she walks. Rowena Hasbrouck is such a nice little girl that we give her this stick of candy. To Albert Kahn, the wind of the Junior class, we give this reinforced iron band and we earnestly hope that it will be applied before any serious damage is done. Dorothy Keniston gets this vanity case and we trust that the basement mirror will not suffer TOO much over this new rival in Dorothy’s affections. Last year to one of our members a certain article was willed. Now we feel as though that member has sufficiently outgrown it; so we will give this decoration to Cecil Berry for bravery in action (Bib). Since arriving in our fair city it seems quite difficult for Harold Cooper to have a good time. Harold, we give you this watch so that you may always have “good time,” but one word of warning, don’t let it get too fast. We hear certain rumors about a certain Junior boy possessing a $5,000 Locomobile. To Frank La Frienier we give this car so it won’t be necessary for him to use his imagination so freely. Page Thirty-Four To Roy Grandal we give this bird call to draw company to ride in his Ford. To Max Lowe, a Geometry shark, we give this “solid” (block) with the thought that TWO negatives make one positive. To John Modlish we give this pond-erous sucker as a substitute for a pool-shark. To Henry Novicki is given this street car ticket to his “old home town, Dietz.” Hubert Hann gets this clothes brush so he will no longer be “Daubie.” To Iris Duncan we bequeath this prize for turning over Fords. As Grace Evans was prominent in the Sheridan Canning Club we leave her this can. To Edna McPhillamey we leave this horn. Edna, we can’t hear you. To Maryellen Peters we give this package of safety pins. Mr. Morfing has been wishing for an incubator. Mr. .Morfing, you have your wish. Yellow slips are more in demand that ever before and should they be still more popular next year, Mr. Marshall will need this fresh supply. To Miss Anderson we leave this label so that next year’s Freshmen will be able to distinguish her from their own number. Page Thirty-Five Our Qiitmctiy Ocy?� . Ivi— ja _____________ • , 1 H- dX. tJ... I A- d , v. + y • «• ’ • «. A 12 « «y . « . U£. J slLu y ?.. Xi.A. „ � n 11 JO jL STL I 7'■ ■ u If SrCJy.Qjji lift— «’•' « JLmjL. + Page Thirty-Six JUNIORS TV uirvc to uyedr t Ke S d old V i3toffs'' en.ior j r « Vj be K e unJJ grow irv.To T'hervv Page Thirty-Seven —-------------------------------------——---•+ Class History Once upon a time about three years ago, on a bright September day, there came from all the different eighth grade schools in Sheridan and the vicinity, to Sheridan High School, a new class. This class was commonly called the Freshman class, as all classes are called upon first entering High School. Although this name Freshman insinuates a great deal, the class that entered High in 1916 did not take this name to heart because the members were exceedingly bright and not at all “fresh,” so they were confident that they would not have to abide with this name for more than one year. To show the upper classmen what their class was “made of,” these Freshmen organized early in the year under the sponsorship of Miss Wells. Margaret Downer presided as President and James Withrow and Dorothy Bentley were chosen Commissioners. They gave parties, and “had just lots and lots of fun.” One day, which will not be soon forgotten, was the day that they held as “Freshman Day.” Every Freshman wore his or her colors. In the morning of this day an assembly was held, especially for them, which proves how terribly popular they must have been, and at this assembly they entertained the oth?r class-men with songs and yells. Thus the Freshmen year ended; victorious in standards and successful in studies. This same class, though not quite so large as the year before, for several of its members had discontinued school for various and divers reasons—came again to the Sheridan High School the next year in 1917 as the Sophomore class. They resumed their work and play in the same spirit as the year before. They greeted the new coming Freshmen with enthusiasm and entertained them at parties. Zener La Fleiche and Juanita Wilson were elected Commissioners and Marie Homing, President. Miss Halden was the Class Sponsor this year, owing to the departure of Miss Wells. This year, though altogether prosperous, was not so eventful as the first, mainly because High School had become more of a “common every-day” occurrence. And so this term of school ended. And in the fall of 1918 this same class again, only this time as Juniors, returned to Sheridan High School. This year, when the Juniors had just begun to feel how it seemed to think themselves above the Freshmen and Sophomores, and were becoming rather antagonistic in class affairs with the Seniors—a tremendous thing happened. On October 8 school closed and remained closed for eight weeks. This was on account of the “flu” epidemic. When school work was again resumed the Juniors as everyone else, worked harder than ever before to make up time. The Juniors took part in football and basket-ball. James Withrow, a member of this class, was elected Captain of the football team. Miss Halden was again Sponsor of the class. James Withrow was chosen President and Dorothy Bentley and James Withrow were the Class Commissioners. In the newly organized Dramatic Club, the Juniors took an active part. Most of the members of this class will return to Sheridan High School in 1919 as Seniors and graduate as the class of 20. N. E. M. ’20. PanejThirtY-Eight • Pane Thirty-Nine +• Page Forty Class History In the year 11)17 one hundred and twenty-five boys and girls entered Sheridan High School as Freshmen; green, of course, as all Freshmen are. After nine months of weary toil and hard work they passed on to be Sophomores the following year. At the beginning of the Sophomore yeur the said class held a class meeting at which the following officers were elected to carry on the affairs of the class; James MeClintock, President; Vernon Dodds, Vice President; Roberta Manlove, Secretary; Calvin Ewoldson, Treasurer, and .Miss Fisenmann, Sponsor; Ethea Wallace and Burton Brewster were chosen as Student Body Commissioners. The Sophomores should well be proud of their boys and girls in athletics. Many of the boys were on the first team, both in football and basket ball, several of the boys receiving football letters. The girls also have shown their true colors in basket ball, twice being the champion team. The Sophomore class is also inclined toward social affairs, having given several entertainments for the other classes and in turn being entertained by the other classes. It is predicted that the Sophomores will some day be wonderful actors and actresses. The class of 1921 put on two plays, “The Day of the Duchess” and “The Uninvited Member.” R. W. Page Forty-Three Page Forty-Four Page Forty-Five Class History Of course it began along in September, just as all that has to do with school begins. The knees of the coming Freshies played “Home, Sweet Home,” as they knocked together, but in a short time they were well at home, and began doing their share in making the lot of a teacher miserable. But to the history of the first year’s achievements of the mighty class of ’22. Of course everyone was on hand to elect the Freshman members of the Commission, the resulting choices being Morris Hoag and Darleen Kay. Later on, after the enforced vacation caused by the “flu,” a meeting was held in which the class colors of '22 were chosen, maroon and gold. The class officer election was held a little later, and Morris Hoag became the President, Darleen Kay, Vice President, Florence Johnston, Secretary, and James Wagner, Treasurer. Not many Freshman parties were held this year, but what there were proved a complete success. “The Mixer,” given by the Seniors to the Freshmen, was one of the best. In the winter, when the ice was fine, the Juniors decided on a skating party with the Freshmen, and everything was arranged, when that eternal old killjoy, Mr. Weather, spoiled it. In return for this well-meant effort, the Freshmen gave a fine old “hard-time” party, to the Juniors, which proved a wonderful success. The Sophs, not having had a finger in the social pie with the Freshmen, invented a new one, in the shape of a masquerade. All went well except for one thing—what was it? Something to do with paint. The class of ’22 turned out some fine athletes, notably Bert Kerns in football, Clyde Faulkner in basket ball, and Sidney Johnson in baseball. In the one interclass football game, the Junior and Freshman, Senior and Soph, ’22 was represented by three fellows. Did they win? You bet they did. In the interclass basket ball the Freshie team lost, for the reason of their light weight, and not in the least because of the lack of speed, dash, and the will to win. To atone for this, however, they walloped Linden school, and the Buffalo Freshmen in good shape. The baseball season was a good one. Quite a few Freshies play ball, and three Freshmen played on the Independent team which attempted the defeat of the Juniors. In the line of studies the Freshmen have held their own as in everything. Probably twenty of them have been on the Honor Roll at some time of the year. Two or three have consistently stayed there throughout the year. And, in the three years to come when '22 will be in the Sheridan High School, it is going to show some real steam, spark, get-up-and-go, and if it does not leave a mark for the classes to come to remember, it will certainly not be for the want of going after it. ELMER HARMON. Page Forty-Six + Page Forty-Seven School Activities Commission Glee Club Art Dramatics Red Cross Ocksheperida Board Debating and Public Speaking Q. E. Q. A. C. A. Tea Junior Prom Military Training SCHOOL COMMISSION Dorothy Whedon Dorothy Bentley Burton Brewster Lyman Brewster James Withrow Etha Wallace Senior Junior Sophomore Darlene Kay Marie Goodfellow Morris Hoag J. E. Hewitt Freshman Faculty The government of Sheridan High School has, since the year nineteen-fifteen, been centralized in, and expressed by, the High School Commission, which is composed of members of the Student Body, ten in number, two being elected from each class by the class, and two chosen from the Faculty by the whole school. This Commission is really a powerful executive committee, whose function is to control and promote all activities within the school, and to furnish suitable laws pertaining to the school in general. This last year has been a comparatively quiet though satisfying one for the Commission. Its first meeting was held September thirteenth for the purpose of organizing, its members being Darleen Kay and Morris Hoag from the Freshmen Class, Burton Brewster and Thelma Foster from the Sophomores, Dorothy Bentley and James Withrow, Juniors, and Walter Kutcher and Dorothy Whedon from the Senior Class. Dorothy Whedon, Senior, was elected President; Dorothy Bentley, Secretary, and the following committees were drawn up: Mr. Hewitt and James Withrow, Financial Committee; Miss Goodfellow and Morris Hoag, Archives; Dorothy Bentley and Burton Brewster, Entertainment Committee; Darleen Kay and Walter Kutcher, Athletic Commissioners; Thelma Foster and Dorothy Whedon, Literary Committee. In the course of the year Walter Kutcher went to Laramie, and Lyman Brewster was elected in his place. Thelma Foster likewise left, Letha Wallace being chosen to succeed her. Among the notable achievements of this Commission was the presentation Page Forty-Nine + of letters to the football and basket ball heroes, each letter being a gold “S. One football game and many basketball games were put on by this enterprising body, and all the questions depending upon them were ably handled. The Commission, moreover, arranged for the High School’s participation in the Fourth Liberty Loan parade, and selected The Ocksheperida staff. The biggest feature of the whole year, however, was the making and enlarging of the Service Flag, which has one hundred thirtv stars, six of them being gold stars. O. M„ ’19. Girls’ Glee Club This year has been a pleasant and profitable one for the Girls’ Glee Club, which has made a very decided showing, both to their own credit and the credit of Sheridan High School. The enrollment boasts of sixty-four members, all of them musical enthusiasts. Under the capable instruction of Miss Helen Lord, they have accomplished much in their study of classical songs, and expect to render some of their most beautiful selections at the Commencement exercises. One very pretty and novel act of this year’s Glee Club was the singing of Christmas carols at the State Hospital, and the homes of the various Faculty members, on Christmas Eve. Much appreciation was expressed all over the city, and the inmates of the Hospital especially, seemed to enjoy the beautiful rendering of the old anthems. In regard to social activities, a delightful dinner was given by the Club in the Linden Gymnasium. All the girls were there, and a “perfectly lovely time” seemed to be a common phrase with everybody. Miss Lord was highly pleased with the entertainment and hopes to give some like it next year. Notice must also be given to the music Assemblies which take place every Friday afternoon and which are an enjoyable feature of High School life. The Glee Club, of course, takes a very active part in these, and has helped to make them so pronounced a success. Considering everything, the Girls’ Glee Club has been one of the most charming and helpful organizations existing in High School. O. M„ ’19. Red Cross Classes The ministry of the lied Cross was carried on in two classes this year, the Manual Training and the Domestic Science. With Mr. Daigle and Miss Hoffman as their respective instructors, wonderful results were accomplished, considering the late shortage of suitable materials. Much respectful attention was attracted recently by the one hundred forty-four folding bedside tables which were the work of the Manual Training Department. A letter was received quite lately by Mrs. Fryberger, President of the local Chapter of the Red Cross, from Miss Grace Ensey, head of the Junior Red Cross in the Rocky Mountains, saying that these tables were the most superior she had had occasion to see, and that she would be very grateful if Mr. Daigle would put one of them on exhibition at Denver. The donation of the girls was equally forceful and even more expressive of patriotic fervor, for they had to stay extra hours, and received no school credit. The total list of work put forth by their efforts is as follows: Sixty comfort kits, sixty housewives, sixty button bags, one hundred thirty undergarments and sixty sweaters with sleeves. Surely we should be overwhelmingly proud of our activities in these war services during this past year, and it is impossible to give enough praise to Mr. Daigle and Miss Hoffman. O. M„ ’19. Page Fifty “THE KLEPTOMANIAC” f Dramatics During the month of February, Mr. T. C. Diers introduced into High School a plan for the furtherance of dramatics. His idea was to have each of the classes organize a dramatic unit which he would instruct. His proposition was heartily welcomed by the High School students who were glad of this exceptional opportunity of acquiring this training. Quite a number turned out from the three upper classes but this year nothing was done with the Freshmen. Dramatic classes were formed and practice was begun on one-act plays or comedies, seven of which were produced. Of these, three were given by the Senior girls whose ability has not been questioned since their good work in the presentation of “Mr. Bob” last year. One more was given by the Junior girls and two by a cast of Junior girls and boys. In all these plays, the talent of the Juniors displayed itself. The seventh play was presented by the Sophomore girls. They really showed excellent form when it is considered that never before has this class tried its hand in acting. Besides these one-act plays the Juniors presented the “Romance Hunters,” by Elizabeth Gale, a comedy in three acts, in this play the Juniors proved beyond a doubt their exceptional ability in acting. The cast was well ch sen and the actors showed the results of careful training. CAST OF “THE ROMANCE HUNTERS” Amanda Armand, who has social ambitions________________________Gwendolyn Mills Margaret Berry, her niece---------------------------------------Pauline Briggs Susan Williams, Margaret’s friend______________________________Martha Whedon Nancy Reed, another schoolmate romantically inclined_____________Vashti Smith Ktzia Vreeland, who “likes to be on hand”_____________________Jane Haltenhoff Mrs. Berdan, who always is on hand_____________________________Harriet Buffum Liza Steubbin, the village gossip----------------------------------Hazel Allen Cindy Brown, Amanda’s colored maid_____________________________Dorothy Bentley Jim Harrison, who hoped to marry Margaret----------------------Walter Bennett Howard Vanter, who also hopes to marry Margaret------------------John Modlish Hen Bush, who hopes to marry Nancy_____________________________Robert Holland Clem White, who suffers from a sense of humor-------------------Harold Cooper Rufus Green, Cindy’s beau________________________________________Paul Weaver Enoch Westervelt, who hopes to marry Amanda-----------------------Edgar Harris The class of nineteen-nineteen chose as their class play the four-act comedy entitled, “Miss Somebody Else,” by Marion Short. The Seniors upheld their reputation gained last year as Juniors and “Miss Somebody Else” was pronounced one of the best plays ever produced by High School students. The talent displayed was of a high order and the training was excellent. •MISS SOMEBODY ELSE” Constance Darcy, daughter of a multi-millionaire----------------- Dorothy Umb Celeste, her maid________________________________________________________Martha Becker Ann Delavan, manager Tuxedobrook Club House-----------------------Helen Murray Mildren Delavan, her daughter---------------------------------------------Grace Godwin Mrs. Blainwood, society leader at Tuxedobrook-----------------------Olga Moore Fay Blainwood, her daughter______________________________________Mariette Hoag Alice Stanley, friend of Fay’s________________________________Velma Beaumont Freda Mason, friend of Fay’s_______________________________________Ruth Staples Mrs. Herrick, friend of Fay’s__________________________________Dorothy Whedon Susan Ruggs, Mrs. Delavan’s servant_______________________________Maurine Hollo Cruger Blainwood, Mrs. Blainw'ood’s only son---------------------Chester Cooley Ralph Hastings, a summer visitor_________________________________Charles Harker Jasper Delavan, a scientist________________________________________Forest Dozah Sylvester Crane, a member of the younger set--------------------George Walling Bert Shafer, a member of the younger set----------------------Wayne Andersen John, the chauffeur______________________________________________Gothard Bylund Mr. Diers does not realize how much the High School students value his work. They are indeed very grateful to him and hope they have proved as willing to learn as he has proved willing to teach them. His efforts have brought remarkable results, and his public spirited generosity in giving his time and talent without return is heartily appreciated by all. W. E. HAYWOOD, ’19. Page Fifty-Five •+ +■ OCKSHEPERIDA BOARD Editor-in-Chief______________________________________________________ Zoe Condit Associate Editors, Mabel Arnold, Frances Williams, Dorothy Bentley, Richard Steere Alumni Editor---------------------------------------------------------Gwendolyn Mills Athletic Editors-----------------------------------Roy Crandall, Kathleen Cantlin Exchange Editor------------------------------------------------ Virginia O’Neil News Reporters Ruth Staples, Norma Munford, Kirby Austin, Kenneth Haywood, Elmer Harmon, Cameron Garbutt Business Managers-----------------------------------Wendell Haywood, James Withrow Subscription Manager_______________________________________________________Morris Hoag Faculty Member--------------------------------------------------------Miss VanBoskirk P«ge Fifty-Six The Ocksheperida For many years The Ocksheperida has been prominent in Sheridan High School. Every real member of the High School subscribes for it. Many alumni also appear on the subscription list, and it boasts of a large exchange list. The name is Indian and means Campcrier. The Ocksheperida is published bi-weekly and nearly every student contributes to its success aside from the matter of subscriptions. He may turn in jokes, write up parties, plans and entertainments. So, you see, it really is the students’ paper and not the Board’s For many past years The Ocksheperida appeared in book form and came out every six weeks, but several reasons necessitated a change. Foremost is the high cost of paper during the war, which practically prohibited this form. The news was also stale when the issue appeared, due to the long periods between issues. So, for the last two years, The Ocksheperida has appeared in regular newspaper form with a two-week period between issues. This year conditions were even worse than formerly and because of the extremely high cost of paper, it was considered practically an impossibility to make the paper pay. Indeed, it would have been had not a play been given at Linden Auditorium and the proceeds turned over to The Ocksheperida. With this money, which was a trifle over one hundred dollars, and that realized from subscriptions and advertising, the deficit was met and The Ockshperida for once had paid. At the beginning of the year Dorothy Lamb was Editor-in-Chief, but due to poor health the doctors advised her to resign. Her place for the remainder of the year was filled by Zoe Condit. Of course, the Editor must have some assistants, so Mabel Arnold, Frances Williams, Dorothy Bentley and Richard Steere were chosen Associate Editors. Then someone was needed to look after the doings of the alumni so Gwendolyn Mills was chosen Alumni Editor. Athletics is very important in High School so two were needed to take care of this. Roy Crandall and Kathleen Cantlin did this most successfully. As stated above we have a large exchange list so Virginia O’Neil was the one whose duty it was to look after this part. But even with all these a student from each class was needed to report the news of his class. Ruth Staples, Norma Munford, Kirby Austin, Kenneth Haywood, Elmer Harmond and Cameron Garbutt were chosen to look after this part. Morris Hoag was chosen to take care of subscriptions and Wendell Haywood and James Withrow took care of the business end of it, that is, getting ads, paying bills and the like. Miss Van Boskirk was the Faculty member on the board and she should receive great praise since the responsibility of the whole thing rested on her shoulders. While the above board is given the credit of successfully handling The Ocksheperida this year, too much cannot be credited to those students who gave their support, as they do to all things the High School attempts, and without which The Ocksheperida would have been a total failure. Also, thanks should be given to the merchants of Sheridan who so liberally gave their support by advertising in something thev thought would bring no results. W. E. HAYWOOD, S. H. S.( ’19. Page Fifty-Seven Debating and Public Speaking An eager, enthusiastic class of young Daniel Websters, Abraham Lincolns and Chauncey Depews was conducted this year, under the name of Debating and Public Speaking Class, by Miss Van Boskirk. A close and interesting study was made of all branches of oratory, including salesmanship and just ordinary down-right argument. The first phase touched upon by the class was the deepening and developing of the voice. This being accomplished, attention was next directed toward memorizing and mindtraining. In connection with this latter an enjoyable and really splendid program, consisting of songs and poems by James Whitcomb Riley was given before the High School Assembly, on Riley’s birthday. Some real talent was displayed and a great deal of credit was attached to the class. After this achievement, the elements of public speaking were taken up and given a thorough investigation; the elements of clearness, eloquence, simplicity, impressiveness, power and directness. A course of story and joke-telling was then indulged in, much to everyone’s pleasure, followed by one of impromptu speech-making and short orations upon various burning topics of the day. The first eighteen weeks culminated in eulogies upon Theodore Roosevelt, most of which were worthy of the highest praise and which were brimming over with the sympathy and patriotism of the students. These eulogies, carefully prepared and delivered, were substituted for the mid-year examination. The next two months were spent in the exercise of debating. As there were twelve members most of the time, it was possbile to have two sets of debaters, each set divided into two teams of three. These sets put on a debate every alternate week, and were highly successful in creating enthusiasm and excitement. Among the subjects debated were The Efficiency of Local Option, The Advisability of Capital Punishment, Student Self-Discipline, Government Ownership of Railroads, Government Control of Meat Packers, Restriction of Immigration for Two Years after the War, and Results of Trade-Unionism. After-dinner speeches and toasts were also treated, the use of which will be much in evidence in later life. Also it would not be fitting to neglect the mention of several remarkable addresses which were delivered by various members of the class upon appropriate occasions during the year. Elizabeth Mor- fareidge gave the address of thanks for the presentation of the prize for S. H. .’s participation in the Fourth Liberty Loan parade, Olga Moore made an appeal for Food Conservation, Gwendolyn Mills spoke in behalf of the Junior Red Cross, and Maurine Hollo addressed the Assembly in the campaign for subscriptions to the Senior Annual. All in all, the Debating and Public Speaking Class was quite conspicuous this year. O. M., ’19. 4 Page Fifty-Eight Q. E. Q. Dorothy Lamb........................................ President Ruth Staples_______________________________________Vice-President Florence Madden_________________________________________Secretary Mariette Hoag..............-............................Treasurer Miss Cooper_______________________________________________Sponsor Symbol__________________________________Silver pin in form of (?) The mysterious order of the Q. E. Q., composed of exalted Senior Girls exclusively, is one of Sheridan High School’s most cherished institutions. It was organized in 1915 for the purpose of promoting good times and of satisfying that love for the adventurous and occult that exists in every girl. This school year opened with the initiation of a few late members, an event which was hilarious and harrowing to the extreme. The neighborhood for blocks around the Linden Gymnasium was thrilled by eerie shrieks of the “initiates” and the wild laughter of the full-fledged Q. E. Q.’s. Because everybody in Wyoming is rampantly patriotic, the Senior Girls came nobly up to the work with their knitting and their support of a French war orphan, both services testifying to their overflowing sympathy. The orphan proved to be a little boy named Aime Brosseau. A delightful social affair was the party given at Grace Godwin’s home, where music, dancing, a delicious picnic lunch served Gypsy fashion, and a lively little play called “Young Lord Loehinvar” were enjoyed. Mention must also be made of the effective part the Q. E. Q. took in making Class Distinction Day so successful and awe-inspiring to the other classmen, for its white-robed, red-turbaned, monstrously ear-ringed maidens were the most picturesque and entertaining feature of the whole novel performance. The year was properly brought to a close by the uproarious initiation of the Junior Girls, a ceremony that provided for a progressive and energetic Q. E. Q. next year. Long may it exist and may all other Senior Girls to come enjoy the fun and frolic of this dread (?) order, and may the sign of the question mark be always honored in the halls of Sheridan High School. O. M„ ’19. r� it Fifty-Nine ♦ - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------1 A. C. A. Tea A very pretty and informal Tea was given at the home of Mrs. Denio by members of the Sheridan Branch of the Associtaion of Collegiate Alumnae in honor of the Junior and Senior girls, for the purpose of arousing interest in college education. The gracious reception line consisted of Mrs. Denio, Mrs. Parmelee, Miss Halden, Miss Hull and Miss Cooper. College pennants and trophies formed the novel decoration, and added a pleasant air to the rooms. The Junior girls were entertained one hour and the Senior girls were entertained the next. Delightful refreshments were served, and under the management of Mrs. Crane a most interesting musical program was rendered by various talented members of the Association of Collegiate Alumnae. After much charming discourse the guests departed, all firmly determined on a college career. O. M„ 19. Work of Art Department The Art Class is nearing the end of a very interesting and successful year. Not only have they obtained an extensive knowledge of coloring but they have also made many useful things under the direction of Mrs. Hannon. At the beginning of the term the class made a thorough study of the scientific knowledge of color and how to use it. With this knowledge, they have been able to make beautiful as well as useful things. With Perniadello clay they fashioned laveliers, beads and hat pins, decorating them with different colored paints. About Christmas time the art room was a regular Toyland, resplendent in cunning little toys of every description, made from cigar boxes and other waste products. From this they took up work on commercial posters. At the present time they are studying industrial art, making all sorts of vases and jars from olive bottles, tin cans and the like. As soon as these are completed, costume designing will be taken up. Every member of the class is verv much interested and considers her time well spent. RUTH STAPLES. Junior Prom This year’s Junior Class was not hampered by war conditions as was last year’s, in the manner of entertaining the Graduating Class. Therefore, the precedent of many former years was resumed, and the members of the Senior class with the Faculty were guests at a banquet given May 31 at the Odd Fellows’ hall, the members of the Junior class acting as hosts. The ladies of the Presbyterian church served and this is what they gave them to eat. First there was cream tomato bouillon and croutons, then came roast chicken with dressing, mashed potatoes, creamed peas in timbales, wonderful hot biscuits and jelly, and, of course, pickles. For dessert they ate gelatine salad with wafers, ice cream, cake and mints. They drank coffee and “aqua pura.” Isn’t that a menu that would make anyone hungry just to read it? After this bountiful repast, a program followed with James Withrow, the President of the Junior Class, as toastmaster, giving an address of welcome. Harold King, the President of the Senior Class, made a fitting response. Margaret Downer gave a toast on “The Missing Quantity,” which was followed by Harold Cooper, who spoke on “The Future of S. H. S.” Mr. Early acted as the Faculty representative and his toast was for the two classes. After the banquet, which occurred about six-thirty, a dance was given with music by Sherrard’s Orchestra. Besides those who attended the banquet, the dance was also attended by the members of the School Board and their wives. The Juniors proved themselves as good hosts as they had been sports in all forms of friendly rivalry that occurred between the two classes. A delightful time was enjoyed by all, and, on leaving, the Seniors pronounced the Juniors the best entertainers they had yet encountered. -t Page Sixty W. E. HAYWOOD. 19. •t f't C C.nrttri ’ Cur'€ +V Ja.S a + f ic K , It d k A Af) R.,cot- S '' Page Sixty-One Pa c Sixty-Three COMMISSIONED OFFICERS Frank LaFrenier, Major Richard’Cornell, Captain Co. A Clarence Smith, 1st Lieutenant Co. A Lyman Brewster, 2nd Lieutenant Co. A George Christian, Captain Co. B John Loucks, 1st Lieutenant Co. B Chester Cooley, 2nd Lieutenant Co. B Harold King, Adjutant Page Sixty-Four 4 — - - - - ■ - .. - .4. The Sheridan High School Cadets Three years ago military training was first attempted in Sheridan High School. The first year not much was accomplished since training was not started until late in the year, the second year training was held after school. This made it impossible for many boys to take the course and while considerable was accomplished not many were benefitted by it. This year training was held during school hours and with very few exceptions every boy turned out for drill and two full companies were organized. At the beginning of the year Mr. Hewitt and Charles Halley gave the preliminary instructions until some of the cadets were thought capable of drilling the rest. By examination of those cadets trying out for commissions the commissioned officers were chosen. Richard Cornell was given command of Company A and his lieutenants were Clarence Smith and Lyman Brewster. Company B was given to George Christian, John Loucks acted First Lieutenant and Chester Cooley, Second. Frank I a Frienier was given command of the cadet battalion with the rank of Major. Harold King was given charge of the demerit men with rank of First Lieutenant. Written examinations were given to those trying out for Sergeants. Wendell Haywood became First Sergeant of Company A and James McClintock received the corresponding position in Company B. Clyde Faulkner and W’arren Stroud became the other two Sergeants of Company A and George Pearson and Elvin Ridley in Company B. In the examinations for Corporal, Forest McCarthy, Robert Holland, Albert Kahn, Richard Steere, Harold Cone, Milton Anderson, Archie Adams and Kenneth Haywood proved the lucky men in Company A, while Thomas Condon, Harold Cooper, Morris Hoag, Clarence Weberg and Arland Weberg became Corporals of Company B. Then Wayne Anderson was chosen Sergeant of the Guard. When C. Faulkner left school A. Kahn was promoted to Second Sergeant and H. Novi-ciki took command of Kahn’s squad. The first action taken was to adopt the regular army uniform for the cadets. About Christmas time the first cadet appeared in uniform and from then on more appeared daily until about eighty cadets had uniforms. Since the officers were not allowed to wear the army bars on the shoulder both commissioned and non-commissioned officers received chevrons which were green felt on a blue background. None of the cadets were allowed to wear the hat cord or the insignia on the collar. Drill was held the seventh period of every school day and all military formations were practiced. In several of these the cadets have become quite efficient. During drill discipline was kept by the demerit system. For talking in ranks, talking back to an officer, and various other offenses, the offender is given so many demerits which he is required to work off in various ways. Rifles were received for one company early in the year, and many cadets have become quite expert in executing the manual of arms. Contests have been held to discover who was most efficient in handling the rifle. Not much was accomplished in target practice this year due to lack of outside target range, but some little practice was attempted in the Linden gymnasium, using .22 caliber rifles. Military training has proved very popular this year, the cadet officers, both commissioned and non-commissioned, have shown themselves capable of performing their duties, and the privates have shown such ability to learn that the High School can look forward to having one of the best military organizations in the state. W. E. HAYWOOD, S. H. S., ’19. Football The football season of 1918-19 opened with an unusual rush of pep and enthusiasm. About thirty men answered the call for recruits and although there were only two regulars left from last year’s team there was plenty of new material to choose from and prospects for a sucessful season were very promising. The first of several games scheduled was with Billings High School on our field on Saturday, Oct. 5th, and every man worked hard to build up a team that would defeat our old rival. Indeed, the team that marched out on the field that day possessed all the qualities of a winning organization, what they lacked in experience was made up in speed, team-work, and grit. The score was Billings 10, Sheridan 0, due to Billings’ superior weight and experience. Then came the great disappointment and our hopes were shattered, the flu became so bad in Sheridan that the schools were closed on the Tuesday before the game and the season ended. WM. RAITT, ’19. Basket Ball Schedule Independents .. .. ---26 S. H. S 16 Lodge Grass . _ - ...22 S. H. s 14 Billings (In Sheridan) ---64 s. H. s 15 Billings (At Billings) -..58 s. H. s 17 Hardin (At Hardin)-. -- - --.10 s. H. s 33 Miles City (At Miles City) - ...51 s. H. s 6 Hardin (At Sheridan) -.-17 s. H. s 26 Miles City (At Sheridan) ---11 s. H. s 33 Buffalo (At Sheridan) ---11 s. H. s 23 Buffalo (At Buffalo).. -.-18 s. H. s --- 17 rage Sixty-Six S. H. S. (BOYS) Fred Emery (Captain)---------------------------- Clarence Smith---------------------------------- Harold Cooper (Sub.)---------------------------- George Christian________________________________ Burton Brewster_________________________________ Chester Cooley__________________________________ John Modlish (Sub.)----------------------------- W. L. Wright, Coach _...L. F. ____R. F. — R. F. ___C. ____L. G. ...R. G. ... R. G. r«ge Sixty-Seven --------------—f S. H. S. (GIRLS) Azile Crow (Captain) ______________________________________________ R. F. Sallie Crow______________________________________________________ C. Clara Hayes_________________________________________________________ L. G. Evelyn Tschirgi.............. ... R. G. DarleenKay..................................................... _.R. G. Mona Evans _______________________________________________________ . _L. F. Nellie Anderegg _______________________________________________________L. G. Page Sixty-Eight GIRLS' CHAMPS BOYS’ CHAMPS Six.y-Nfnc —+ + S. H. S. FOOTBALL TEAM Wayne Anderson Richard Cornell Bert Kerns George Christian Hubert Hann John Modlish Clarence Smith Chester Cooley James Mullen James Withrow (Captain) Page Seventy + BurtoniBrewster Albert Kahn W. L. Wright (Coach) Ph- « pa. r I n g f oh picture f a ¥ f K ScnhJh Ann u.« . i FINE ARTS Nuiu PM� vf nf Athiltl ! •% IT s H S TK« � • A1 • J«rf) C R'tnicnccj A « r C � h Lit . PertnH TT� L J«'v p.i� u4h N f «,,C� ntbr4 V •m J t+ th S (ir Pn $ P gc Seventy-One The Magnificent Liar (First Prize Story by Olga Moore) “Yes, sir, them Watts always did have luck. Remember, one day, Marian Watt was fryin’ doughnuts, with an awful thunder storm a-goin’ outside. The lightnin’ was simply scandalous. A man was killed up on Two Forks and the wagon of the Triangle T was burned. Well, pretty soon, ’long comes a flash down the chimney, but did it hurt Marian as it would ’a done anybody who wasn’t a Watt? Hardly,—it just frizzed her hair, real pretty, they say.’ A general gasp was heard, even the skeptical cowpunchers accustomed to Jack Bryant’s tales, became mildly interested; old Alexander McTavish exclaimed fervently, “T’was a meerade. Jack, lad!” while the wonderful eyes of fair Ellen McTavish were wide with delight, and small as she was, Ellen was the biggest part of the audience; it was on her lovely face Jack’s bold gray eyes lingered longest, it was for her sake he plunged still further into the chronicle of the adventurous Watt family. “Yes,” he continued, “them Watts had a habit of gettin’ mixed up with lightnin’—good luck and lightnin’ was their two perogatives. I recollect that awful storm on the twentieth of May. Ben Watt was ridin’ fence that day and Page S«ventY'Two + +■ ■+ o’ course barbed wire draws lightnin’ like an Indian draws flies; so naturally he caught fire and began to blaze like tinder—but, friends! Hush! A putf of wind suddenly whisks him into the river and puts him out!” The blast of hilarity that swept over the little frontier cabin, threatened to well-nigh wreck it. Flaherty, foreman of the Flying V, leaped to his feet, his ruddy face gleaming with mirth. “Gentlemen,” he cried, “the Sunday avenin’ matin’ av the Royal Order av the Suitors av Ellen will now be dispersed. We are all good riders, some of us are good-lookin’, but Jack’s a good liar. Gintlemen, rise up an’ salute your superior. Boisterously the gay young horsemen trooped out into the starlight, leaving Jack and the foreman to linger with Ellen and her father. “I’m thinkin’,” murmured Jack, “that I’ll happen by often.” “I’M thinkin’,” broke in the foreman a trifle gruffly, “that tomorrow ye’ll start out on the trail av lost calves.” At his words a shadow fell over the little group, for thieves rode abroad in the land; the strange disappearance of numberless fat calves could mean nothing else, and all the wide, beautiful stretches of Cattledom were rife with a threatened war. It was a day when no cowpuncher liked to be caught with a branding iron in his possession, and when each man rode with one hand near his hip. The stern face of Alexander McTavish was sublime with righteous anger as he thundered, “The villains must na go unpunished, lads, when we hae caught thim.” And Ellen’s eyes were very grave as she watched the departing forms of the Irish foreman and the tall cowpuncher. “That Jack’s a bonnie conversashunlist,” she murmured shyly. “Dinna trust him, Ellen, dinna trust him!” glowered the old Scotchman. Next morning at dawn, a solitary rider could be seen galloping toward the Brakes in the West. A cartridge belt was buckled about his waist, but otherwise you would never have guessed that his mission was a dangerous one, for as he rode on his way he sang. “There’s a little sprig o’ Scottish heather a’bloomin’ in the sage,” and all the blithe, graceful body of him swayed easily with his mount. As the day wore on, the horse swung into a tireless dog-trot that ate up the miles and carried him over many leagues of fertile prairie and rough hill lands, up countless dry water courses and down sweet scented valleys, but always as he rode he was straining for traces of the invisible marauders, and always he was finding them. Nearly every yearling which had escaped last fall’s round-up bore the brand of a great six-pointed star, the ill-omened star whose presence on the range boded destruction and death. The carcasses of dead cows were becoming frequent and occasionally his glance was caught by the cold ashes of a branding fire. At each fresh evidence his mouth would harden and the glitter of steel would creep into his gray eyes. At noon he turned back sharply. “The traces over this way is gettin’ cold,” he confided to his horse, “We'll swing around ’n explore them yellow badlands beyond McTavishes.” After he had galloped back past the dominions of the Flying V and into the green draws of Spider Creek, he drew up suddenly as a lone rider trotted briskly into sight, for he had recognized the slender little figure of Ellen. She was frankly glad to see him and naively announced her intention of “riding the Badlands” with him. “I’m plumb tickled to have you darl—Miss McTavish,” he assured her, “but promise me that if anything happens, you'll do just what I tell you.” And then for a time all thought of his grim errand dropped from him for he was young and ardent and his boyish heart had been stirred to the very core by the demure coquetries of sweet Ellen McTavish. A chill crept over his brilliancy, however, as they passed between the frowning spires of rock beyond which the “Badlands” shimmered golden in the afternoon sun, for over here in these sultry yellow gulches the signs of outlawry were sinister and fresh. “This sure must be their headquarters,” muttered Jack. “It’s a fine place, anyhow. A right smart number of calves could be tucked away in one of these box-canyons.” Even as he spoke their horses shied sharply and around the next curve they found a freshly slaughtered cow. When Jack dismounted and passed his hand over the body, he stiffened slightly—the flesh was still warm—-but something else contributed to his uneasiness, for faintly sounding on the rising breeze, he caught the bawling of motherless calves. Page Seventy-Three + +• “Listen, Ellen,” he said, stepping very close to her, “you know that willow tangle over on Spider Creek? Well, you ride back to the Flying V an’ tell Flaherty to meet me there with the Sheriff at sundown. 1 may have something for them. Wait! You’d better take my gun. There’s no telling who you’ll meet. And RIDE—dear.” And Ellen, in whose blood was the heroic fire of old Scotch clansmen, disappeared at a furious gallop, determined to prove his trust in her. Five minutes later, Jack, from a crested bluff, was looking down into a sheltered ravine wherein were several hundred calves and two mounted herders. As he rode boldly down the steep trail toward the men, he noted their evident nervousness, guessing shrewdly that they were amateurs and accordingly planned his campaign. “’Lo, boys,” he greeted with a faintly patronizing air, “been making a pretty good haul. I see!” W'hy—er, these is Major Winterling’s calves he’s weaning for veal,” began the younger of the men. “A—w—ah,” drawled Jack, wearily, “Don’t mention it. Do you suppose I’m not wise to your little game? Why, bless your heart, honey, I know things about the profession that would knock you down. Perhaps you know me. though!” He watched their hip pocketc speculatively. “Ever heard of Kid Kildare? Well, that’s my callin’ card.” He laughed indulgently at their expressions. “Kid Kildare, the bandit?” breathed the younger. “Ye—ah!” sneered the other, “Kid Kildare’s operating in Texas just now. “You mean 1 was,” Jack corrected, gently, “but once I talked too loud-so,” he shrugged his shoulders, “here 1 am. Pretty nice little herd you’ve picked up.” He squinted thoughtfully at the homesick mavericks, noting the six-pointed star on each one’s side. “Say,” he burst out suddenly, “have you got room for one more in your gang? I might be coaxed to join you for a spell if you’re not crowded.” “Oh, we’ve room for a professional like yourself. There’s only five of us,” offered the younger one eagerly, flattered at the attention of the famous Kid Kildare. “Oh, I’m not particularly anxious to intrude on your family group. I get along better by myself—bein’ quick tempered the way I am—but you see I’ve been pickin’ up a few pets myself, and I find that rustling is too deep a proposition for one man.” Indifferently he lit his pipe and gazed out over the gashed yellow wilderness, his nonchalent eyes narrowing a trifle as he remarked three other horsemen approaching, each from a separate gulch and each with a few frightened calves. “There comes the boss, said the elder of the two herders, “the one on the sorrel. You can put your proposition up to him. Jack found “the boss” a tall, wiry Southerner, with cruel, dark eyes. “Kid Kildare, nothin’, he said, with a soft laugh when they had been introduced. “You’re Jack Bryant an’ you work for the Flyin’ V. Lightly Jack’s hand dropped to his belt, but with a start remembered that he had given his gun to Ellen, that he was unarmed in a hostile camp save for his nimble wits. With a shrug he cocked one knee around the saddle-horn and whimsically surveyed the cold, suspicious faces before him. “That Bryant,” he remarked, “has done me some mighty good turns since I came north. I dunno how many people’s been fooled by my resemblance to him.” He in his turn executed some laughing. “T’other day,” he confided, “I went into a store at Moccasin Toe, bought some goods and charged ’em up to the Flyin’ V. Clerk thought I was Bryant.” All but the leader laughed with him. “W’hat’s your game?” he demanded. “Cattle,” retorted Jack, “forty calves an’ yearlin’s so far.” “Yes,” smiled the other cynically, “I expaict so. Instantly the cowpuncher’s long figure straightened, his eyes the gray of storm clouds as he flashed, “Whoever calls Kid Kildare a liar, is flirtin’ with a hearse.” Conspicuously he slid his hand toward the empty holster. “Well, now, don’t get excited!” interposed the rustler, hastily, for Kid Kildare was famed as a swift and deadly gunman, “I didn’t say you don’t have ’em, I only meant you got to show me.” Page Seventy-Four + +• “All right, come on,” offered Jack, “I’ve got ’em cached in that willow tangle on Spider Creek.” Obliquely he noticed the sun had slanted behind the mountain range and knew that if Ellen had accomplished her mission Flaherty and the sheriff would be already at their post. “Suits me,” drawled the outlaw leader, “Come on, lads, we’ll just learn if this gay buckaroo is Kid Kildare.” So it came about that young Jack Bryant, alone and unarmed, lured five rustlers into the arms of a sheriff’s posse and the boys of Flying V. The fight that took place on the banks of Spider Creek will long be remembered in Cattle-land, for as a result, the brand of the six-pointed star ceased to exist. Ellen caught Jack’s hand at the finish, Ellen, so pale that each freckle on her small nose stood out sharply. . Thus in the pearl and purple twilight, the splendid boy and the plucky girl faced each other. What they might have said was suddenly postponed, for a heavy hand fell on Jack's shoulder, as old Alexander McTavish said huskily, “Ye’re a brave laddie,” and adding with a twinkle, “Ye’re a grand liar!” Page Seventy-Five ■i--------------------------------------------------- — Billy (Second Prize Story by Mabel Arnold) Since early morning the inmates of Maul’s Farm had known that something was going to happen. No one had told them that another was coming t: the Coor-farm. No! Far from it! But they had watched. Had not an extra bed een prepared in the tiny room under the eaves? That had been the only indication. Those who came to Maul’s Farm expected little, if they expected anything at all, and they usually found there all they had expected. A bed and a little food was all any pauper needed. The bed had been provided; someone to occupy it would surely ocnie. And then he had come--a boy—a very little boy. The big deputy-sheriff who had brought him, gave Mrs. Maul, the matron, only such details as the dignity of his position would allow: “Mrs. Maul, the boy’s name is Jacob Henry Wood. He was three years old last September. His father died two weeks ago, and left the mother with six children. The mother is pretty sick now, and she probably won’t get well. We found homes fcr all the other children but Jacob. We thought this would be a good place for him till we could make other arrangements.” The deputy-sheriff had driven away leaving a very little boy standing in the middle of the room. At the sound of the rattling buggy, all of the other county’s people had rushed with a clatter of canes and shuffle of dragging shoes to see who the new pauper was, and to make him or her as uncomfortable as possible for, the farm was already overcrowded, and besides, what business had any more people in coming to the farm to be supported by the county? The boy did not know that he was intruding. In fact, he did not seem to think at all. He stood in the middle of the room as though he were dazed. As he looked from one strange face to another, he seemed to be almost stupid. “It’s plain why they didn’t find him a home,” muttered Mrs. Maul, to the air, for she never told the paupers of her thought, “He hasn’t even got good sense.” And Jacob did not really took intelligent. His chin was pointed and seemed to hide itself in his neck. His hair was a bleached straw color and grew straight down in every direction from the crown of his head. Neither comb nor water could have made it stay on one side, and as one of the old women said, “It looks mighty like the straw roof of a China house.” But in looking at Jacob you did not notice the chin and hair first. They came after you looked at his eyes-eyes, dark brown and almost too big for the face. Not sparkling brown eyes, but deep and silent as though deadened by the pain of an entire life. In bodily stature, you would have thought him less than three; in facial expression, much more. Thus he had stood in the poor-house—not alone but amongst strange, queer looking women. Mrs. Maul turned from the boy to the jabbering group in the doorway and hall: “All of you get back to work, and don’t vou bother this child.” The old women, nudging each other with their elbows, and tittering in high cracked voices, had locked once again at Mrs. Maul and the child, and then clattered down the hall. All had gone but one—a small, bent, gray-haired figure. The face above the gray calico dress was withered and almost pathetic, as though life had proved nothing but a disappointment. She stood hesitatingly in the doorw’ay glancing timidly at the rigid matron and then longingly at the silent boy. Mrs. Maul wheeled around and glared at the woman, from the dusty, broad shoes to the broken side-combs over the ears. Then in a harsh voice: “What do you want? I told you to go!” The old woman's lips quivered--she had never faced Mrs. Maul before— “Please can, can I take care of the boy?” Mrs. Maul glared at her, for she had been accustomed to obedience from all paupers. Finally—“No, you can’t. You’re as near crazy as the rest of them.” The woman had seemed to tremble as she turned and shuffled down the hall leaving the matron and the tiny boy together. At a word from Mrs. Maul, the boy had followed her into the kitchen. There, she asked him if he was hun- Page Seventy-Six + gry. He had only looked at her in reply. Thoroughly disgusted with the stupid-ness of the child, she had some milk and drv bread on the table for him. Not until she had ordered him to eat it did he lift the spoon. Then with automaticlike action he had conveyed the bread and milk to his mouth. He swallowed it with apparent indifference, and not till the bowl was empty did he look at Mrs. Maul. By this time Mrs. Maul knew that it was useless to talk to him. She lifted him, not too gently, and put him on another chair by the door. There he sat— his blue calico dress far above the red knees that showed through the holes in his stockings. Several times he shifted his position as though his tiny legs were tired of dangling in the air. For long minutes he looked at Mrs. Maul, then for an equally long time he looked at the dusty yard in front of the door. When six o’clock had come, the proper time for all children to go to bed, Mrs. Maul led him to his new bed. She gingerly removed his worn shoes, stockings, and underskirt. The dress she left on to sleep in, for he had brought no other clothes. Without a word she had pulled the blankets up over him and closed the door behind her. It was the first time Mrs. Maul had ever put a child to bed. Her hand trembled, a little, and she bit her underlip as she went slowly into the kitchen. It was beginning to get dark, but Mrs. Maul did not think of the boy. No sound had come from his room. He had of course gone to sleep. It was time that she herself went to bed. The paupers had quiteed down almost an hour ago. As the clock struck nine Mrs. Slaul locked the doors and went to her own room. She had taken off most of her clothes, and was unlacing the last shoe when a piercing scream followed by broken, hysterical ones, reached her ears. It was the boy. With the lamp in both hands, she ran—her joints rebelling at the forced movement—to the boy's room. There she found him with the quilts pulled tightly over his head. He had screamed till his breath was exhausted, now he sobbed and gasped and choked till he should get more air. Mrs. Maul jerked the covers from the bed. The boy raised his head. His eyes were red and ful of tears; his chin quivered as though palsied. Mrs. Maul scowled at him, but he did not stop crying. She told him to stop and stop at once—he only cried harder. She shook him; covered him up and left the room. At this his screams increased in volume, and she could hear him kicking the wall. Again she entered the room; he tried to stop crying but the tears would come. He looked so little and helpless that Mrs. Maul was almost moved to take him in her arms, but that would never do, for he might require the same every night. Just as she was deciding that she must whip him, a small, bent old woman, the same who had dared to face Mrs. Maul earlier in the afternoon, tip-toed into the room. The face that before had seemed so unexpressive now had a touch of something different as the blue eyes sought the bed. Without looking at Mrs. Maul she crossed to the bed and picked up the small figure. As she lifted the boy he stopped screaming, and with head against her shoulder, he tried to choke back the something that kept making him cry. Mrs. Maul looked on in a bewildered sort of way till all was quiet. Then her anger broke: “Why did you come here? I told you that you couldn't have the child. Put him down and don't you ever do it again.” She paused for breath. The woman with the child stiffened; a look of defiance and determination flashed for the first time over her face. She turned to Mrs. Maul: “I'm a-gonna take care of this boy! I’m not crazy an' even if I was, I wouldn't treat him as you do! All he wants is a little kindness and I'm gonna give it to him.” Mrs. Maul opened her mouth, but she could not reply. During the speech she had grown pale and rigid. Mrs. Maul had never been defied before. In a minute that seemed an age, she felt the blood flowing again through her veins, and without looking at either the woman or child left the room. Sarah carried the boy to her own bed, and from that time on he was her charge. In the daytime she watched him and taught him to play games. At nighr she undressed him and told stories that she had not thought of in sixty years. At first he did not seem to comprehend what she said to him. Later he began to develop a little expression. And then one night he had voluntarily put his arms around Sarah's neck and held her tight. From that time on he seemed to become daily more responsive. And Sarah —she never left the child. In “Jakie,” as she called him, she seemed to find new life. At times Sarah had seemed almost beautiful, and especially so when Page Seventy-Seven l + she told Jakie of another little boy. His name had been William Gordon, but to her he had been Billy. He had had brown eyes, too, but his hair was yellow and curly and instead of yellow and straight. He had been a pretty child—prettier by far than Jakie. Billy had died when he was four years old. Sarah had never forgotten him, and now she loved Jakie because he had brown eyes and looked a little like Billy. Jakie had learned to talk. He talked always to Sarah, but when others were present, not even she could induce him to speak. Once when Mrs. Maul had heard him talking to Sarah, she had smiled grimly to herself. He was almost a normal child. And then one day Jakie had said that his head hurt. Sarah wrung cloths out of cold water and kept them on his forehead all of the afternoon. At night he was not better. Sarah had wanted to send for the doctor but Mrs. Maul would not listen. Jakie did not get up the next day—nor the next. His head did not hurt, but he was hot—-so hot. Sarah made innumerable trips to the kitchen for cold water. She would not-—could not—leave him for long. On the third day Mrs. Maul had decided to call a dpctor. The doctor came and looked at Jakie. He put a glass tube in his mouth, and pushed the yellow hair from the burning face. The doctor looked very grave. Sarah hovered over the bed like an anxious mother bird. When the doctor left he had said that Jakie might get well, but that they ■ must not expect too much. Three weeks Sarah watched. She scarcely left the bed. Only when her body was exhausted would she let anyone else watch Jakie. And then one evening Jakie had opened his eyes and Sarah bending over him, saw him smile at her. Then Jakie had died. Sarah was stunned; she could not cry. Mrs. Maul, coming in with determined tread, stopped abruptly when she saw the white baby face on the bed, and Sarah. Her hand trembled as she touched the pauper’s shoulder. Sarah looked up; her eyes were wild and haunting. Every line of the face showed suffering. Before Mrs. Maul could speak, Sarah had raised up and begun to talk—rapidly, almost incoherently: “Jakie’s dead and I’ve got to tell you—tell you! I loved Jakie more even than his own mother could’ve. I tried to make you believe that I had had a boy, and that he had died when he was four. It was a lie! I never had a boy! But I—I wanted one so much, and when Jakie came he made me think of the boy I might have had. I told myself that he was mine—my Billy. Jakie loved me! He did not shudder when I touched him because 1 was a pauper. He gave me the only joy I ever had in my life. If I’d had a boy I might not be in the poor-house now. I’ll never lie to you again, for Jakie was my boy. I loved him! No one else cared. But it’s over now, Jakie’s dead! Billy’s dead.” Page Seventy-Eight Some War Vacations Enjoyed by Senior Boys After the draft bill calling for men from eighteen to forty-five had passed, 1 felt it my duty to enlist. So I took my first opportunity by enlisting in the S. A. T. C. at Laramie, Wyoming. 1 was one of the disorganized groups of fellows on September 30th, 1918, who was meandering through the University trying to find out just what branch of the service I wanted and where to register. First 1 filled out about a half dozen cards and then registered. After passing a physical examination I was given about four sheets of paper on which to write information the government wanted regarding my birthplace, parentage, etc. October first, which was induction day, was carried on with a great deal of ceremony. At ten o'clock (Mountain time) all over the United States five hundred other colleges and universities were inducting their men. At that moment from coast to coast these men were repeating, “I pledge allegiance to my flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisable, with liberty and justice for all. At ten o’clock the flag was hoisted up the pole while the band played the “Star Spangled Banner, and we stood at attention. So far everything went lovely but from then on we had to step pretty lively, do everything with plenty of snap and pep, and when attention was called, they wanted to hear our eyeballs and heels click. The bugler summoned us for fresh air at four forty-five A. M., but on Sunday we got up at seven thirty. After breakfast we drilled for two hours, then we marched to our classes and when we entered the room we had to stand at attention until the teacher said to be seated. If the teacher was out of the room when we came in we could sit down, but when the teacher came in, the first one to see him or her was to call out, “ten-shun,” and then we stood until asked to be seated. On Saturday we had inspection at eight thirty, first we had the inspection of our rifles and personal appearance, then the officers inspected our barracks. At nine we marched to our classes and if we had none we went to the assembly to study. The rest of the afternoon was left to our pleasure unless we failed to pass inspection and then we were honored by being put on detailed work of some kind. They never put us on K. P. for each man had that coming to him if he did or did not do things right. During the influenza epidemic we were quarantined but nevertheless we had “beef steak fry parties and other social gatherings among the University people. We could not go to town unless we got a permit and only ten men were allowed to go each day. We received the full benefit of military insurance, just like the soldiers of the regular army. There was $1,800,000 worth of insurance taken out by the officers and men of the S. A. T. C. In the last Liberty loan there was purchased $7,350 worth of bonds by the officers and men. After about two months of service twenty-five of the most efficient men were sent to an officers’ training camp at Camp McArthur, Texas. Soon afterwards peace was declared. It W'as four o’clock in the morning when we were awakened by the whistles of Laramie, and we all got up and sang songs and cheered, later we built a huge bonfire on the campus and had the band come out and play all the patriotic selections and almost everything else that was ever composed. On December eleventh we received our discharge papers and we surely were glad to get into civil life again. WALTER KUTCHER. 1 went to St. John’s because of the eighteen to forty-five draft bill and because I thought 1 would be better qualified for military service if I had some previous training. St. John’s is one of the ten “honor schools” in the United States. By this I mean there are only ten Military Academies that have the Reserve Officers’ Training Corps. This is a Government organization for all men of draft age, in which they are taught military science and tactics, which are required before Page Seventy-Nine + one gets a commission in the regular army. This organization has nothing to do with the Military Academy and likewise the Academy has no authority ove� -the R. O. T. C. It is run by army officers appointed by army officials. My ideas of a private school or a Military Academy have changed somewhat after a little experience. It may be that I am a little prejudiced against an academy but if I am it is not because of the discipline, but the majority of the class of boys that go there. When a boy gets so his parents can’t possibly control him, he is shipped to some military academy where the said parents will not be bothered with him. This is not so in all cases but in most of them. The first few days that I was there they rather thought 1 was a wild and wooly barbarian because they heard I was from Wyoming. They had me show them how a cowpuncher draws his revolver. I will assure you that I didn’t know much more about it than they did themselves, but nevertheless 1 made a stab at it, told them lots of Indian stories and lots of wild and wooly stuff, the “knock ’em down, drag ’em out” kind and all that sort of bunk. One day when I was shooting some of this stuff around one of the fellows said to me, What did you do to be sent here?” It sounded like a bunch of prisoners asking a new fellow what crime he had committed. The only thing that troubled me was that I was just about as green about the East as they were about the West. One nice Monday afternoon a few of us boys were walking and we saw several squirrel’s nests. There was a fellow there from Cheyenne, so these eastern fellows got us to climb those long slippery trees, get the squirrel nest and steal the nuts. Well, we picked and shook, slid down, fell down, tearing our pants and several more things, but the other kids never said a word until we got the nests-down, then they said, “Say, don’t you know that squirrels don’t hide nuts in their nests.” If you ever have the chance to look in a nest for nuts when someone else is around who knows better, don’t do it. We heard the bugle blow that call which is despised by all army men at three o’clock one morning. We didn’t know what the idea was but we did know that we had to get up, dress and be out on the formation grounds in about seven minutes. When the last call blew and everything was quiet, the commanding officer told us that peace had been declared. They raised the flag and we sang the “Star Spangled Banner.” Then they gave us the whole day off and about the first thing I did, and I was not alone, was to write and ask if 1 couldn’t come home as soon as possible. The answer was yes, and perhaps you think I wasn’t glad to come back to old S. H. S. and graduate with the best class that ever graduated from Sheridan High, the class of 1919. LUDLOW ANDERSON. The life of a sailor,—and particularly the life of a man-o-war’s man, with its adventures, everchanging scenes, new countries, new people, following the sea from port to port, from one ocean to another had always appealed to my imagination. The record of the deeds of the men of the United States Navy from the time of John Paul Jones to that of Admiral Dewey, is of great inspiration. And its unbroken record of great achievements, of duty well done, has been due to the high standard of efficiency set by men and officers. The standard has never been higher than it is today. My joining the navy was due to the fevered eloquence of several silver-tongued orators. As a result, I found myself on the train the next day bound for Salt Lake City, Utah. We arrived there a couple of nights later and were sworn in by a U. S. official, then with about fifty more recruits, I started on my way to Frisco. We arrived at the training station at about eleven o’clock at night. On account of limited quarters about sixty of us had to sleep on the floor. The following morning we were vaccinated. Having received our clothes our next move was to march to the detention camp. Our sojourn at the Goat Island Training Station lasted four days. Having been assigned to the U. S. S. San Diego, we were taken to Mare Island, where she was lying in dry dock. We remained at Mare Island long enough for the city council of Valleyo— a town of about thirty thousand people about one mile from the ship—to pass an ordinance allowing no sailor the right of “making a liberty” in the town. From Mare Island the ship sailed for Honolulu to convoy several German ships that had been interned there to Port Townsend, Washington. We were supposed to have met them very close to the islands, but for some reason or other Page Eighty we cruised around two weeks without sighting them. There was much excitement for the Admiral had offered a strawberry shortcake to the person who sighted them. Well, as luck would have it the honor was not mine. After having been at sea thirty-two days we pulled in at San Francisco and were granted eight hours liberty. We sailed from ’Frisco to San Diego, California, remaining there about three weeks, spending most of the time on the rifle range at the aviation field. On the 15th of July we loaded up with stores and sailed for the East Coast. The heat off the Mexican coast was intense, being sometimes 120 in the shade. In a few days we reached the canal, but being so late in the evening we had to moor ship at Colon until the next morning. The passage thru the canal was exceedingly slow on account of the size of our ship. It took us ten hours and a half to travel the distance of fifty-two miles, though we made fairly good speed when we passed thru Gatum Lake. We coaled ship at Panama City, or rather machinery and colored stevedores did, for it was impossible for a person who had not become acclimated to work in the intense heat. So we spent the time in the less arduous task of eating bananas and sandwiches, out on the fo’castle. From Panama we sailed for New York, stopping at Hampton Roads for coal. Until December New York was our base port, we spent the time in convoying transports to France. On one of our return trips we were much surprised when we landed at Halifax, Nova Scotia, instead of New York. From December until April Halifax was our base port. The duty assigned us was to convoy old British transports, whose lack of speed made it impossible for them to travel on the more dangerous southern route. They could not make over eight knots an hour so we had to take them up around the North Pole to avoid submarines. But I would rather have run into a submarine anytime than the weather we ran into during those trips. During the whole three months there were not two weeks of warm weather. It was as cold there as it was hot in Panama. Never again will I believe that Halifax stands for a hot place! The ship was one mass of ice and was dangerous to go out on any of the weather decks for fear of being washed or slipping and falling overboard. On our last trip back we had two hundred and fifty men on the sick list, with pneumonia, mumps and fevers. But the worst of all was coaling ship, the coaling machinery had been destroyed by the explosion, so all the work had to be done by hand, we coaled three days from a coal collier, working when we could, during that time none of us washed or turned in our hammocks, but as soon as we had eaten we would try to find some place that was out of the wind that did not have over a foot of coal dirt on the deck, and fall to sleep—or try to. The next day we would start again. That was the first time since I had joined the Navy that I worked voluntarily. It was either work or freeze. And I even heard a couple of fellows argue over who was going to use a coal shovel, so you can imagine how cold it was. From Halifax we went to New York, the city was frozen up so we did not enjoy the liberties we spent there. We had New York again as our base port until July the 19th, when our operations were ceased by some contrivance of the Hun, which resulted in some of us receiving a salt water bath. The abandoning of the ship was carried on according to the rules and regulations of the U. S. Navy, i. e., in such accidents use both hands for yourself and none for Uncle Sam. Well, the next day I received a few more pointers from the New York papers. One of the papers stated that the band had marched out on the quarter deck and played “Nearer, My God, to Thee,” and the “Star Spangled Banner” until they were forced to quit on account of water entering the end of their horns. The water may have been entering their mouths all right, but they were out in the water hanging on to a life belt. The most popular song was “Hail, Hail, the Gang’s All Here, So What the Hell Do We Care.” That piece was sung with much fervor although it was interrupted at times by the singers having to take an uninvited salt water gargle. We were picked up and sent to the Pelman Bay Training Station. From there I was transferred to the U. S. S. Manchuria Navy Transport. I spent my time from September until the day of discharge aboard this vessel. ALBERT BIRCHBY. Page Eighty-One + Day-dreams and Nightmares The train stopped with a sudden and decisive jerk. The gentleman across the aisle (whom I had learned was an ex-pugilist) tapped me gently on the wrist, saying in his carefully modulated voice, “La la, here we are. Oh, dear, now for a perfectly thrilling time in Monte Carlo.” Clutching wildly for my new bonnet and my umbrella, I proceeded to clamber out of that horrid old train. I chartered a mulberry colored taxicab, all upholstered in mulberry colored cretonne (’member?), which had a little sign on the front—Dodge Brothers— my colored chauffeur enlightened me—“No Horn.” The people dodged, the Fords dodged, and the Dodges dodged as we went speeding down the booley-vard. I had him take me to a well-known hotel-—The Cuckoo Cottage. Gracefully lounging in easy chairs were several gentle-men, snuffing sniff or sipping Bevo and discussing the latest “best seller,” “What Can Literature Do For Me?” After slicking myself up a bit, I went into a dinner of Soup a la Hoity-Toity and Ford a la B. V. Deedie. A few tables from me sat the younger son of “The House of Kuppenheimer,” which became so famous in the War of the Posies. As I entered the lobby 1 was greeted with a joyous voice. “Well, Toodles Worsenusless, where did you drop from?” Turning quickly, 1 rubbered 'round till I piped—who do you suppose?—no one but Bill O’Dear, of the dera old class of 1919 and of Sheridan High fame. Skipping lightly over to him 1 pinehed him playfully on the cheek—’twas “a skin you love to touch.” I was overjoyed to see him and begged him to come into the play-room where we could play tiddle de winks and talk over our high school days, especially our Senior year. Billyus says to me, says he, as he flipped a tiddle dee wink gracefully over the glass, “Didn’t we have the perfectly ripping class games in basketball, tho?” “You sed it,” said I, and 1 says, “Weren’t Smitty and Emery and Chet just great in that game with the Indians?” “Those girls games were great, too. Remember the one with the Hardin team? Their team was composed of women, but you bet our girls did some dandy good work. I guess there was some misunderstanding about that game— seemed as tho the Hardin team never had signed up as a high school team and the regular Hardin high team was demobilized. Our girls were good sports and played a return game at Hardin. “You know I thot that the Freshmen girls were going to win the championship but those Sophomores always did have a good team.” “Yeah, it was a pretty close shave, alright, you know I bet all the money 1 had on those Freshmen and after that game I was just like the former Czar of Russia—absolutely Nicholas.” “But, say, weren’t Azile and Sallie great and Clara Hayes, too—oh. well, they were all dandy, Evelyn and Mona and Darleen an’ Nellie, I’ll never forget how they played.” “Coop and Modlish and Brewster did some good work in that Buffalo game.” “The only trouble with those games, they were not well attended; but I guess that was because basketball was quite new in the schools then, and that was the first year that it was THE sport.” “It was certainly a shame that the flu interferred with our football programme cuz we were making big medicine and planning to take some more scalps to add to the wonderful victories of the year before.” “Yes, it was. I wonder where all the old S. H. S.’ers are now; most of them, probably, are far away from the old town, even as you and I. Ten years is a long time but they can never forget the fun they had in High School—them was the good old days.” Then because some young men, at the other end of the room, were getting annoyingly boisterous over a game of Pussy Wants a Corner, we decided to terminate our talk. Page Eighty-Two + So we went into a cigar store to get a cigar and someone stepped on Bill’s hand and that made him peeved and he went back to his hotel. Well, I was standing out on the curb, tending to my own business and not sayin’ anything to anyone and a fellow came along and tied his horse to me. The next day I was listening to a band play, it was out in front of a big building, and as I was standing there I saw the building topple and start to fall —I dashed into a cigar store—bought a cigar and saved the band. 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You can’t very well lead a cow around and exchange a quart of milk every time you want something.” “What does ‘Accents wild,’ mean?” “It’s a phrase used to describe a Freshman speaking French.” Miss Cooper—“How do you like Browning?” Ludlow—“Fine. He sure made a great machine gun.” Harry—“It says here, Bill, that this new star will most likely hit the earth sometime within the next few weeks and will knock everything to pieces.” Bill (cheerfully)—“Good! It’ll put a stop to this bloomin’ examination that’s coming, anyhow.” That every dog should have his day, We all admit is right; But is there any reason, pray, To give each cat her night?—Ex. A SOPHOMORE VIEW POINT “Be good,” says' the proverb, “And happy you’ll be,” But fun on the other hand. Satisfies me. SOME NATURE-FAKING ANIMALS The stag party. The hen party. The “chicken.” The stool pigeon. Our goat we’re afraid someone will get. The cat that was let out of the bag. The commercial shark. The Easter bunny. The worm that turns. Undressed kids. Butterflies of fashion. The fly cop. Social lions. Blind pigs. Miss Thompson—“Dorothy, give us a list of French words we could use in connection with a store. Dorothy—“Cherie.” Miss T.—“Oh, you’d hardly say ‘dear’ in a store, would you?” Voice in back row—“Say, didn’t you ever hear of the ‘high cost of living’?” Doughnut: A flirtation with nothing in it. There must be some apprentice barbers in Sheridan by the looks of a couple of guys’ hair. Polite Hostess—“Do you like codfisn balls, Mr. Emery?” Fred (who is thinking of Junior Prom)—“Why—as—oh—I dunno. I never attended one. Cameron—“Is there a shower due tonight?” Jim Wagner—“Gosh, you ought to know better than I do. When did you take the last one?” Mel to Fred—“Do you know Ruth Staples? Fred to Mel—“No, don’t believe I do.” Mel to Fred—“She says she knows you.” Fred to Mel—“Oh, well, you know, some people are always bragging.” Page Eighty-Five + •F + AND YOU WOULDN’T BLAME HIM ‘‘Beg pardon,” said the hotel clerk, “but what is your name?” “Name!” echoed the indignant guest, who had just registered. “Don’t you see my signature there on the register? “I do,” answered the clerk calmly. “That is what aroused my curiosity.” —Ex. “Now look pleasant and natural, please,” urged the photographer. “Can’t be done,” murmured the sitter’s chum. If he looked pleasant he wouldn’t be natural.” First Freshman—“What are the mumps? Sophomore (enthusiastically)—“Oh, they’re a swell disease!” Commanding Officer King to awkward Freshman—“Ever seen service?” Literary Freshman—“No, but I’ve read his poems.” Sailor—“That’s one of our new ships. She’s only a year old.” Visitor—“I’ll bet she will be a whopper when she’s twenty-one.”—Ex. Old Lady—“Young man, I am collecting for the teachers' hospital. Will you contribute anything?” Albert Kahn—“With pleasure! Call tonight with the ambulance, and I will have a teacher ready.” Harry Blanton (reciting in English)—“Well, this Endymion would vanish whenever she saw a man!” Grace Godwin—“Well, she was the queerest woman I ever heard of!” Fashion says “skirts up,” Fashion says “skirts down,” And Paris is just the opposite To little New York town. “To be or not to be, that is the question, whether ’tis smarter in the main to suffer the slits and narrows of outrageous fashion, or to take steps against a sea of hobbles and by opposing, shorten them.” If Mr. William Shakespeare were only alive today, he would simply have to bring Hamlet up to date by rewriting the sililoauy around that burning topic of the modish moment—“Skirts.” The long and short of it is that not even the live ones seem to know much about it.—Ex. It must be hard to convince the chap who has just become the father of triplets that all good things come in threes.—Ex. At first she touches up her hair. To see if it’s in place; And then with manners debonair. She touches up her face. A touch to silken collar. And then she’s off to daddy, dear, To touch him for a dollar.—Ex. Freshman—“Are you troubled much with borrowing?” Olga—“I should say so. None of my friends seem to have what I want.” Mr. Morphing—“What color is copper?” Brilliant Chemistry Student—“Copper color.” Miss Cooper—“Name two of Shakespeare’s Comedies.” Ludlow—“Ah—er—um. Oh, yes, ‘Notning Much Doing’ and ‘Just As You Say’.” Dorothy B.—“I suppose you will commit suicide if I turn you down.” Frank—“Yes, that has always been my custom.” “So you’ve met my son at Sheridan High School?” “Sure, we sleep in the same Physics class.” Page Eighty-Six THE WHOLE SECRET Benny (having difficulty in teaching little sister to whistle)—“Aw, just make a hole in your face and then push.”—Ex. THE TERRORS OF ENGLISH “If an S and an I and O and a U, With an X at the end spell Su, And an E and a Y and E spell I, Pray what is the speller to do? Then if also an S and an I and a G And an H E D spell side. There’s nothing much for the speller to do But go commit siouxeyesighed!”—Ex. Walter (out riding with Ernestine)—“Come on, what’s the matter with you?” Ernestine (primly)—“I am well, thanks, but my engine is dead.” Hazel Allen—“I see that the French have taken Perronne.” Margaret Downer (ardent Chemistry student)—“Is that something like cyanide?” Miss Hoffman—“Shall I teach you how to make doughnuts?” Frances Josselyn—“Yes, I’m terribly interested, but I can’t quite understand how you fix the inner tubes!” “Why do her people object to him?” “There are seven in her family and his car holds but six.”—Ex. Lonny Loucks—“Mother, I want a quarter to give a poor man.” Mother—“You shall have it, darling. And who is the poor man? Lonny—“Oh, he is the door-keeper at the Orpheum.” Velma B. (coquettishly, as she stood behind the counter in the cafeteria)— “How did you find that nice roast beef I gave you?” Clarence Marshall—“Oh. I just moved a little piece of potato, and there it was!” Mr. Morfing-—“Elucidate by an analagous example sympathetic vibrations.” Catherine (glibly)—“It’s just like the psychotherapeutics of toothache.” MY DOG AND I My dog, you haf a schnap. You vas only a dog, and I vos a man, but I vish I vos you. You effry way haf the best of it. Ven you go mid the bed in, you shust durn around dree times, and lay down. Ven I go mit the bed in, I have to lock oup the place and vind oup de clock, and put the cat oud, and undrees mineself; und my vife she vakes oup and scols me, den de baby cries, und I haf to valk him oup and down, den maybe ven I shust go to schleep, it’s time to get oup again. Ven you get oup, you stretch yourself, und den scratch yourself a couple of times und you is oup. I haf to light de fire, und put on de kettle, scrap some mid my vife, already, und maybe I get some breakfast. You blav around all day, und haf blenty of fun, I haf to vory all de time, und haf plenty of trouble. Ven you die, you is dead—but ven I die, I haf to go to H-yet. —Ex. Page bightY'Scvcn + NOTE OF THANKS The members of the Annual Staff wish to thank those who have in any way contributed to the completion of this book, and especially to thank Miss Hull for her helpful aid and censorship and those merchants who have advertised and helped to make this year’s annual a success. Page EightY'Eight -t IN SUMMER TIME PREPARE FOR WINTER Equip your house with a heating system NOW and be prepared for the coming attack of winter weather. If vour equipment is a GARLAND WARM AIR SYSTEM it will be SATISFACTORY — it will make your house a home ESTIMATES FREE Sheridan Iron Works SHERIDAN, WYOMING -+ THE SHERIDAN COMMERCIAL COMPANY Groceries, Harness, Implements, Grass and Field Seed Our stock is large and well selected. Special attention given mail orders. We have a convenient and comfortable ladies’ rest room in connection DROP IN AND SEE OUR MODERN AND UP-TO-DATE STORE Two Phones 7 and 37 Cor. Broadway and Alger Ave. Citizens State Bank “The Friendly Bank” Sheridan, Wyoming We want you to become better acquainted with our banking methods. Courtesy and intimate service to all customers, large or small. Always ready to accommodate, always willing to advise. Come in and talk to Mr. Diers, our Cashier, before establishing your banking connections. “The Secret of Success is to be Ready for One's Opportunities—Dickens” It is not enough to know an opportunity when you see it—you must prepare to grasp it and make it your own. A bank account helps you to be ready for your opportunities Travelers’ Checks Issued Interest Allowed on Savings Accounts BANK OF COMMERCE BON TON RESTAURANT FANCY CHOP SUEY NOODLES OPEN DAY AND NIGHT QUICK SERVICE CLEAN PLACE EVERYBODY INVITED FAIR PRICES T H BLOOM’S E Consider the many advantages of trading here B A “HONEST GOODS AT HONEST PRICES” S K Clothing, Shoes, Hats, Furnishing Goods E BLOOM’S T Your Surest Store G Sheridan Banking Company R and O Sheridan County Savings Bank C E R I J. D. THORN, President J. D. GILLESPIE, Vice President E W. G. GRIFFEN, Cashier and Treasurer S P. P.JREYNOLDS C. B. HOLMES The Keynote to Our Success The Platform of Our Character The only thing that matters in life is that each person should do each day that thing that comes to him or her to the very best of his or her ability. If this prepares one for the greater things in life, then so much the better. If this has been your policy through your school life, you are a success. If this will continue to be your policy in your business and everyday life you will be a success. Stevens, Fryberger Co. NEW YORK STORE The Central IVIarkiet Where Your Dollars Give You More Cents U. S. Inspected Meats a Specialty It costs no more than inferior meats -------------------------------------------------------------A A Banking Connection No matter who or what you are, you should have some sort of banking connection. The humblest wage earner and the wealthiest corporation men are both benefited by its vast service. In opening and maintaining an account with us, you will find it a matter of convenience and safety. First National Bank ot Sheridan, Wyoming A Modern Steam Oven Completely Equipped Automatic Machines Sanitary Bakery Sunlit Shop E. G. G. Company •. ... -- .—..—..————• ——••————••—••——+ ASK YOUR GROCER FOR PRIDE OF SHERIDAN FLOUR HAS THE GO THAT MAKES THE DOUGH J. W.iDenio Milling Co. SHERIDAN, WYOMING T H E B A S K E T G R 0 C E R 1 E S Whenever you think of Battery Service think of BATTERY T| SERVICE J Maintained tor you and your car—regardless of make of car or battery 32 West Brundage St. Phone 124-W OFFICE VAUDEVILLE “I suppose balancing a ledger could be classed as office vaudeville?” “Oh, yes. And there’s juggling the books.”—Kansas City Journal. Little acts of mischief, Little words of sass. All put together Make a Freshman class. Professor: “Do you know how to catch a squirrel?” Pupil: “No.” Professor: “Why, crawl up a tree and make a noise like a nut.” HUPMOBILE CARS General Repair and Storage ACCESSORIES THE VERY BEST in woolen and workmanship go into the suits you get here. Try me on your next Suit ----------------—.----------------------- ART METAL SAFES ANO FILING EQUIPMENT BLANK BOOKS AND OFFICE SUPPLIES BIGGEST ANO BEST PLANT OF ITS KIND IN THE STATE Mills Printing Company (INCORPORATED Wholesale and Retail Stationery SHERIDAN. WYOMING COMPLETE LINE OF WYOMING LEGALfBLANKS THIS CLASS ANNUAL PROOUCEO IN OUR OFFICE D. I). HARDWARE CO. Makes a Specialty of BUILDERS’ HARDWARE A Full Line of Design on Display at Our Show Hoorn Decker-Cummings Music Company Wyoming’s Largest .Music House Pianos Pianolas Victrolas Everything Musical 105 South Main St. Telephone 282 The ()uick Lunch Restaurant Our Motto: Service and Honest Prices Pleased Patrons are Our Best Advertisers CLINTON M. TAGGART, Prop. Little Missou Ellison Mazda Lamps Willard Storage Batteries Wyoming Electric Supply Co. Fixtures and Appliances 30 East Loucks Street Opposite Post Office THE FULLER STUDIO Portraits and Kodak Finishing Slieridnn National Building UPS AND DOWNS OF LANGUAGE “Did you call Edith up this morning?” “Yes, but she wasn’t down. “But why didn’t you call her down?” “Because she wasn’t up.” “Then call her up and call her down, for not being down when you called her up.” Writer: “To what magazine shall I send this anecdote?” Friend: “Send it to a film company. I will make a peach of a five-reeS picture.” The chief delight of a certain Sophomore English class is to watch Miss Van Boskirk act out Antony’s speech in Julius Caesar. Martin Motor Supply Company THE WYOMING HOME OF Harley-Davidson, Excelsior and Henderson Motorcycles bicycles and Their Accessories GAS AND OIL REPAIRING Spaulding Sporting Goods Phone 91 Roy Seney, Pres. T H E B A S K E T G R 0 C E R 1 E S IDLE WILD CAFE I! SHERIDAN. WYOMING Sheridan’s Most Popular Cafe George L. yWacFarlane, Prop. LET ME EXPLAIN TO YOU OUR PACIFIC MUTUAL MULTIPLE PROTECTION INSURANCE PAYS ALL WAYS—ALWAYS LIFE ACCIDENT HEALTH TOTAL DISABILITY OLD A6E BENEFITS AT A6E OF 65 Ask some of our Policy Holders Better be Safe than Sorry GRANT MacLEOD SHERIDAN AGENT Rooms 7-8 Edelman Bldg. Phones 368 or 6 +---—----------------------------——� —— O. N. ANDERSON L-.IEE AND EIRE INSURANCE, LOANS SHERIDAN, WYOMING COMFORT - and then some BENTLEY PETRIE •+ The lies! What Is Candy Ice Cream Coffee Clinches All II ome Made B U L L A R D’S 135 NORTH MAIN ST. Fresh: “How does the first team keep clean?” Soph: “That’s what the scrubs are for.” He: “I do not know what to do with my week-end.” She: “Put your hat on it.” He: “Is it hard to reverse?” She: “No. Just take your foot off my right foot and put it on my left one. George M. (in Chemistry) : “Why, Mr. Morfing, I’m sure that was a green flame.” Mr. Morfing: “Don’t get excited. It’s only a reflection of yourself.” Minister: “My boy, do you ever attend a place of worship on Sunday?” “Yes, and I’m on my way to her house now.” Merchants Transfer and Storage Co. The Largest in the State in the Largest and Best Town in Wyoming Phone 65 Sheridan, Wyoming A Complete line of WOMEN’S APPAREL At The Toggery Shop Famous For Silks K j—Famous For Silks j The Store of Quality, Style and Individuality JUST RECEIVED New Sport Dresses, Coats and Skirts For the Races arid Outing Wear All are individual styles—nothing could be more attractive right now than one of these fresh new Sport Dresses, Coats or Skirts, representing Fashion's latest dictates in summer models. Newest Materials and Liberty Shades. An officer on board a war ship was drilling his men. “I want every man to lie on his back, put his legs in the air and move them as if he were riding a bicycle,” he exclaimed. “Now commence.” After a short time one of the men stopped. “Why have you stopped, Murphy?” asked the officer. “If you plaze, sir,” was the answer, “Oi’m coasting.” Betty: “Were hearts trumps?” Gladys: “Yes, Jack was going to lead with a diamond, but father spoiled the suit.” “Will the prettiest girl in the room cease talking?” One could have heard a pin drop. The Sheridan F rviit Co. Fancy Fruits «mi Candies 1«AMUR’S CHOCOLATES I)i rectf rom the Factory CHANGING HANDS I : Let Us Help Von M like your Kodak Pictures and win your own smile of satisfaction by prompt and careful developing and finishing. let us frame;your diploma First door west of Post 1 f' ▲ t 01 Office on E. Loucks St J. v ) ox Art anop i Hewitt’s Bootery Quality Footwear We Specialize on Correct Fitting Carroll Realty Company Real Estate and Insurance LOANS IRRIGATED RANCHES OUR SPECIALTY 4----------------- MESSICK’S For Reliable Clothing and Good Shoes Phone 202 Sew on Buttons Darn Socks Free Ol{ HAT SHOP AND ■ v B shining parlor 18 S. MAIN ST. SHERIDAN, WYOMING QUICK HUDSON CADILLAC RILEY MOTOR CO. Now in New Quilding One Block South of Post Office ■ - ----- - - ------------- -- - “EVERYBODY LOVES THE IRISH” Killarney Roses Blarney Stones 0. R. COLLIER FLORIST AND JEWELER 40 N. Main St. Phone 150 Edelman Drug Company Pioneer Druggists Phone 17 Sheridan, Wyoming J. D. GILLESPIE Real Estate, Loans, Investments EDELMAN BLOCK Try the BEE HIVE for Household Furnishings YOU NEVER GET STUNG W. E. FOLEY Opposite City Hall Phone 144 $21.50 TWO PIECE SUIT $24.50 THREE PIECE SUIT SCOTCH WOOLEN MILLS MADE TO ORDER All Wool $21.50 All Wool 131 North Main Street J. F� . McCLINTOCK EXCLUSIVE SHERIDAN AGENT EOR The Standard Coal of Northern Wyoming MONARCH COAL Telephone 84 Terms C a sh Office 410 Broadway He sent his boy to college Anti now he yells, “Alack, I’ve spent a thousand dollars And got a quarter back.” Miss Halden: “Name an important Turkish date.” Freshie: “Dromedary.” O, where! 0, where! Has my little Ford gone? O, where! 0, where! Can it be? With its hood cut short And its exhaust pipe long, 0, where! 0, where! Can it be? No more Lasting Oift than JEWELRY See F. G. BENTLEY 25 E. Alder Ave. Sheridan, Wyoming + At The Superior Laundry Co. There is a Superior way of doing things Let us show you how it is done Phone 397 401 Broadway Economy Drug Co. Sheridan, Wyoming AN EYE FOR AN EYE He: “Will you be my------” She: “Oh, this is so sudden. Won’t you give me time-He: “Partner for the next dance.” She: “To catch my breath from the last fox trot?” “Over five hundred thousand elephants a year go to make our piano keys,” observed the star boarder. “Sakes alive,” exclaimed the landlady, “ain’t it wonderful what some animals can be trained to do?” She: “Would you leave home for me?” He: “I’d leave a baseball game in the ninth inning with three men on bases and the score a tie.”—Ex. I L,. F . CHAPMAN L.UIVIF EGG NUT Good Quality, Long Burning and Less Ash PHONE 207 GROCERY AND MARKET Where Quality Counts Curl It «• Bros. Blue l.tihe I Food Products nest Mont in Sherldnn PHONES 27 AND 28 GATE SATIRES Cast V2 As Much Wyoming Tire and Rubber Co. Phone 1183-W Voigt (8h Horning GOSSARD CORSETS Burlington Watch Inspector 130 N. Main St. Fine Watch Repairing Telephone 114 + A Complete Line of high class Jewelry for Graduation Gifts Sporting Goods, Kodaks and Kodak Supplies FRANK HEALD the: leading jeweler Wyoming ---------F Sheridan - - ....... -——— -♦ FURNISH’S The Largest 'Variety of Meats Also Groceries and Vegetables 22K North Main Phone 123-M P. C. DUNCAN REGISTERED OPTOMETRIST Eyes Tested and Properly Fitted Fine Mutch and Jewelry Repairing Cameras and Stationery Developing and Finishing JACKSONS Remember that when vacation days arrive we are prepared to supply your needs just the same as during school days. Now is the season when you are thinking about playing Tennis, Baseball, going fishing or taking pictures. We can outfit you to your entire satisfaction and will be glad to see you in our store any time it is con-venientjfor you to call. We will develop your films and print your KODAK pictures. JACKSON STATIONERY COMPANY FARMERS CONSUMERS CO-OPERATIVE GO. GENERAL MERCHANDISE Phone 178 Phone 185 Sheridan Greenhouse Co. Floral Designs Potted Plants Fresh Cut Flowers Vegetable Plants of all kinds Phone 104 TOMSIK’S DRUG CO. Fine Prescription Work Telephone 19 256 N. Main St. The Sheridan Studio Photography Expert Kodak Finishing Developing Free TELEPHONE 174 COR. MAIN AND LOUCKS STS. P. 0. BOX 782 Telephone 01 14 S N. Main St. EFF SHARP Real Estate, Loans. Insurance Rents Collected Liberty Bonds Bought Sheridan, Wyoming THE ROSE STUDIO G. Y. NISHIYAMA, Proprietor Photographic Portraiture Phone No. 267 D. D. Bldg. We|want not only your GOOD WILL but«your PATRONAGE as well HOSPITAL PHARMACY Home of The Eastman Kodak Everything in Drugs, Medicines, Kodak Supplies Leather Goods, Toilet Preparations Ice Cream, etc. COME IN AND TRY US Particular Prescriptionists Phone 494 Signatures Signatures Signatures Signatures % : -jjsz vf - .� -„ . - 5 . .ww..?;■ r--c v Lifcft ;