Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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41101411 1 10111411413 ioiuiuiuiuioioioioi 1171010101 1311101 in I SENIOR PROPHECY It was morning. The eastern sky was streaked with pink, and a cool, fresh breeze stirred the wild bushes and pine trees. Drops of morning dew clung trem- blmgly on the leaves and blades of grass. Suddenly two' wild currant bushes growing at the foot of the mountain seemed to shiver and move apart. From between them came a bent figure. Was it human? Yesl' It was a man. But not the kind of man one sees every day. He seemed almost like a character taken from a legend--a veritable Old lgflan og thefMountain .Y Drlgzoping, rounded shoulders gave him the appearance of eing ent rom age. etl e was not so very old, for his long tangled beard was barely streaked with gray. From shoulders to knees fell a loose garment of such lpefuliar izriclcgglre, that cies for th? first time flocking updion it coulld scarcely e ieve w a ey saw. was, in act, ma e o vines an pine nee les woven togetiierhto fsrm a Solid mafrigl. hArni1s, feet find legs to the kneesla were bare. s e a vance ' rom t e us es, e oo e 'cautious y around im, and then descended to the little mountain stream near by. After taking a cold plunge in igheklittle plpol thalt seemeld to dhave beenlholgwed flcgr igiat purplose, he climbeal ac into t e suns ine an sat own on a ow at roc . itting t us cross-legge with no apparent ,aim in life, he seemed very like a prophet of old. 5 d And in a vxlaydth? cilluesrtinan vlvfis a plipphet, 'manly his lspscialty Fas the plast an present ins ea o t e u ure. l o one new w ere e a come rom, or ow long he had lived! in the mountains. 'Gradually he had become known to the out- side! world ai a irilan of wisdom. bPicni2 partjesf ailild pleasurfe segkmgs often came to is cave or t e canyon was eaut' u , t e is ing goo , an t e o d man, if properly cohsulted, furnished entertainment by his truthful revealing 'of the past alnd preslent. Ellis oily coiaditions wir? tliiat his visitors remain very quiet, and t at eac ' one ring im a onation o oo . Today he seemed to feel that some one was coming. Long forgotten mem- ories struggled in his mind for recognition. It was the last .of May, 1940. Then he remembered. On this very day the class of '20 of S. H. S. was to have a reunion. Twenty years ago they had vowed to meet in Sheridan, and then go to the mountains Ito celebrate the event. The man on the 'rock wondered if they would come to is mountain. Rousing from his meditation, he looked toward the sun. It was almost nine o'clock. Then coming up the canyon the honks of several motor horns were heard. The old man drew his vine covering about him and darted between the currant bushes into his cave. The cars came 'up and stopped. Abolut fifty lpeople clinnbed outdand unloaded several big lunch baskets. For more t an an our eac man an woman ran about itallgng to every onedelljse pigesent. Sgme they recognized as former school mates' ot ers were c ange eyon recogni ion. At last a rather stout man in a stiff black hat came forward. It was Albert Kahn. HE, assuming thedspokefmanship, suxggestic: that they csahhuplop th? guild man of t e mountain an in t at way eac mig earn a ou e i e o e others. No one objected, so Albert called several times. . After a few minutes the old man came forth from the bushes and said that he would speak to them, but that they must comply with his regulations., All agreed, for they had' come prepared. Then came the .line gp. Whofshouldhgo firstg Who last? To settle the question John Modlish decide to go irst. e p ace a box of dried codfish near the ro,ck, and the seer, after examining it, fixed his eyes upon John, now a grown man dressed in a loose fitting suit. In a few seconds he spoke: Since leaving college you have seen much poverty. I see you as a poet living in a garret. Recently youw completed a poem, and you called it 'Ode on First Coming Into Manhood's Estate! The seer hesitated, and John, without waiting for more, lost himself in the crowd to avoid the pitying glances. A tall slender woman came next. It was Mrs. Wood nee Rowena Hasbrouck, who depositsd as her ogfeiizrlixg ivsacik gf giiabappleisl Thi cgd man spoke: I see occ pie in caring or e oo s. epeop e aug e . you Th? next.in line advanced, Helen Merritt, with round shoulders and at mathe- matical face. She gave a chocolate pudding for these words: - You go to-work every morning at eight. You add columns of figures in the office of the Stlckem Wlxolesale Company. Page Twenty-Four ioinioiniuil it 1021211 it In 11 1 bioiuioioiui init i 111 3 1011 1 11

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rioirlicrinioioioiuixxioioizzifri 110101 2 rio: r1o1c114xi1xi To Kenneth Cox we give this smile, for he so seldom gives them. To Marjorie Bradford we give this picture of Theda Bara, so that she can see what a vamp is supposed to look like. To Vernon Dodds we give these boxing gloves, so that he may get revenge. To Sidney Hahn we give this patch, in case he is attacked by another bull-dog. To Grant Locke we give this key to the situation. To Meredith Brown we give this bottle of Olives . To Helen Cox we give this little street car. It is a long way from the fair grounds to the city for a little girl like you to walk. To John Loucks we give all of Tommy Condon's ties and socks. Ethea Wallace we give this bow and arrow to shoot the luck . Archie Adams we give this written privilege of becoming a Senior, so that he may at length be in a position to run things. To Burton Brewster we give this medal for keeping a secret. To Selma Solberg we give this motto card for Sheridan- If you can't boost, don't knock . X To Carey Allen we give this copy of My Lost Lenore, and other comforting lays, by Edgar Allen Poe. To Frances J osselyn, Harley wouldn't Lowe us to give anything. To Warren Stroud we give this book, How I Came to Know It All . James Mullan we give this book, entitled The Crook . Helen Coleman we give this little messenger boy-the fastest boy we have To To To To in this darn slow town. 'go Leland Welton we give this girl, so that he can give back the one he bor- rowe . To Mary Chalmers we give this tin soldier. d 'algo Nlargaret Phelan we give this song, entitled Just a Little Rocking Chair an ou. To Cora Abbott We give this Sears Roebuck catalogue, so that she Will be able to select the latest spring styles. To Gladys Anderson we give this package of Honest-to-John corn plasters to mend her broken heart. To the Christian boy of the Junior class we give this book of Ruth, so that he may be able ,to read and learn the story of Vashti. To Walter Diener we give this tie rack-an apparatus for the display of neckwear. To Dorothy Frost we give this book entitled The Latest Modes of Flirtation . To Janie McClintock we give this deed to a homestead. To Kirby Austin we give this copy of Vanity Fair . To Lucy Wren we give this bird house. Since it takes two seconds for lightning to travel from' New York to Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, we have figured it out that if we give Forest McCarty eighty inches of baby ribbon he may be able to make a hat band out of it. B H To Azile Crow we give this gold medal if she will create a Senior Girls' 'Basket a team. To Margaret Condon, Ruby Woodside, and Sarah Leitner we can give only our hearty congratulations on their becoming Seniors. To the rest of the class we give our best wishes for Septemberg and to the Faculty, therefore, we give our sincere sympathy. The above and foregoing instruments were sealed, published and declared to be our first will and testament. Witness-MISS THOMPSON. Signed-SENIOR CLASS. Page Twenty-Three i0lCli1ll0i0l71KDlli0 lDiC iilllllii

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O Obioioioioiciioizxicxioicxinioini rioioioicxizxioioi-010101:11010101 The crowd pushed another forward. His hair was long and curled at the ends, his hands were soft and white. He offered a package of dates. You are James Withrow. Once you took up a homestead, but it did not pay. You clerked in a Woolworth store. Now you are a painter of nature. Salt bowed and withdrew. Now came one whom all knew. Twenty years had scarcely changed Kathleen. A short, chubby farmer placed a home-grown pumpkin for her. You tried to teach school, said the voiceg then you married the oldest pupil to make him be good. Kathleen looked affectionately at her pupil , Ruth Fallers, dressed in the height of fashion, added a bottle of olives for these words: I see you bowing and smiling to ladies. You are, in fact, manager of the Venus Clothes Shop at Dietz. A stout, sunburned, baldheaded man pushed his way to the front. He put down a large sack of peanuts. Ah, here's Harold Cooper, who has just returned groin the wilderness, where he was trying to prove the Darwinian theory a fake ream. Luman Hamm, a prosperous looking man with a green necktie, walked proudly up and extended a can of sardines in oil. Here, said the seer, is the inventor of the 'Hamaneg' automobile which runs on three wheels and is steered by crossing the eyes. The others nodded approvingly. Now'came two ladies, Harriet Buffum and Leilla Steil, carrying a, sack of potatoes. I see you two in a high tower. You are conducting a lunch counter for aviators. Yes, you are married to aviators, too. They both looked longingly into the sky. Everyone knew the one who now placed a chocolate cake near the rock. It was Agnes Olsen. Even this prophet had heard of her fame. For ten years you have been a pupil of Annette Kellerman. Now you are the leading lady of the Hippodrome at New York. ' From the rear of the crowd Homer Watson led forth an absent-minded man. He had forgotten his offering, but Homer gave him a glass of jelly. The prophet surveyed him. Henry Novicki, you have communicated with Mars. On that planet you have found your soul-mate, a girl eight feet tall. But you must go to herg she could .never live on this fast globe. Who would 'have thought it? came a murmur from the class. A woman with a careworn face came next. She placed a loaf of bread on the rapidly growing pile. Vashti, wife of Robert Holland, I see you making and selling bread for the support of your husband and eight children. Vashti sighed, and to the inquiries of the class she explained, Bob is working in his lab tryingdto, invent a way to concentrate fruit juice into cubes. Poor dear, he works so ar . Resisting not, Albert Kahn was again urged to the front. His 'donation was a dried halibut. After leaving college you tried law. I see you with one case, a breach of promise suit for two Chinese. Then you' gave up law and married. Now you own an ice cream parlor. Well, Ab! I never thought it, said John, patting him on the back. One who showed evidence of beauty in her younger days gave a box of crackers. I see you going from house to house selling corn starch. You have been a widow twice. The class of '20 knew you as Dorothy Keniston. , Fred Dunham, in high-heeled boots and a beaverihat, came forward with a quarter of beef. I see you riding over the range on a pony. No, it is not the range, it is your own cattle ranch in Montana. ' ' ' 5 Then came Grace Price, that was, bringing! a box of chocolates. You have traveled in Europe. Aftenl two broken engagements, you are now happily mar- ried. Grace smiled in a happy way. The next was a stately man wearing a goatee and carrying a cane and a can of soup. You are Burdette Logan, now advertising manager for Sells Floto. Ninteen years ago you married Mary Gintz. She is now one of the trapeze per- formersf' A broad expanse of shirt front and a gold chain proclaimed a person of im- portance. Ross Allen offered a custard pie. Mayor of Acmeg married to Pauline Briggs. ' Nowcomes Harley Lowe with a fried chicken for the great man , and the class hears this: I see a' small shop with scraps of iron and tools. You are in the center, mending bicycles. Page Twenty-Five .!ioioiu1010ioioi4lioicbitiixrixliixiciioitricyiibitxioinioiilioicsiixioi