Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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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 +

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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

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+ 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