Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

 - Class of 1920

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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

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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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nioiuioioioioiuioioioiuilxiuiuimxilxi 111110101034 A small woman with a rather foreign air stepped forward with a roasted alligator. She had been our Dorothy Bentley. You are, said the prophet, liv- ing in South America. Your husband is a rich plantation owner with a dark com- plexion . Dorothy's eyes grew wistful as she turned away. Richard Hamm came next with a piece of pork. Here is our inventor of the pocket aeroplane. He is trying to rival his brother in the business world. The class cheered. Here comes a woman in deep mourning. She gives a pail of lard. She lifts her veil, and it is Gwendolyn. You are ,twice a widow. Now youi are engaged to a man in Douglas, one in Boston, one in Sioux City, and inow you are SO happy. She dropped her veil at once. i A well dressed man with a red mustache deposited a sack of carrots. My friends, this is Edgar Harris, who is on a lecture course. His subject is 'Why Men Go Mad'. A woman in a leather skirt was seen to put a basket of sandwiches near the rock. As she turned around the class recognized Martha. I see you in a big tent spinning a rope. You are the chief attraction. Martha bowed. Following Martha came a tall man with a waxed mustache. His was a fresh pineapple. Harold Reed, you have come back to us from Hawaii. You are a missionary. Hats came off. Olive Frink of '20-but not now- brought a bottle of grape juice. This lady has just returned from Europe, where she has studied ancient Cretan civilization. Her husband is a specimen. Olive looked indignant. Next came Ruth Phillips with a bottle of milk. Ah, you are running a dairy to insure a wholesome supply of milk for the Freshmen of S. H. S. A woman with a hard and vengeful look came with a sack of onions. You are still Norma Munford. 'Tis better to have loved' and lost'-but you loved too many at once, and lost them all. You will always be an old maid. Norma looked very fierce as she left. A man dressed in the height of fashion added a bushel of doughnuts. He was Clarence Smith. I see you with nioney-340,000,000 willed you by an aunt. You have married Floy Spracklin, and you are trying to spend the money, for the income tax is too much for you to figure out. Next came a woman wearing a big medal. She produced a sack of dried peas. This is Frances Williams, who has been awarded a Carnegie medal for her bene- fitsi to humanity-deodorizing onions and squaring peas. The class smiled with pri e. Next came Walter Bennett in his working clothes, a rubber apron. He brought a quart of ice cream. You are the most popular ice man in Sheridan. And I have an ice-man's troubles, too, murmured Walter. Roy Crandall, now 'grown stout, came forth with some spaghetti and cheese. Here is the architect of the new S. H. S. It took him ten years to get a bill passed for the school. Now it is the most beautiful west of the Mississippi. Good old boy! said some one in the class. A small man with a tired expression took a half dozen eggs from his coat pocket. I see you, Max Lowe, one time a happy man, wheeling a baby buggy with twins in it. In the other hand you are leading a child of three. Mrs. Max is not at home. Tears from the audience. Gail Roberts came next with a dozen lemons. Here is the Latin teacher at Dayton. She has a very capable way. N A very large woman put a piece of bacon' on the pile. It was Jane Haltenhoff. You are a detective in the service of the U. S. Your specialty is husbands who desert their wives. You're right, young man, answered Jane. Now came one from the movie world, Paul Weaver and a can of pickles. Ladies and gentlemen, you have before you the greatest villain in the movies. Next to come forth, with a cocoanut, was the one-time Edna McPhillamey. You are the greatest pianist of your age. Ten years ago you marriedi an Italian composer,-'but you do not know where he is now. Homer Watson, the sorrow of the class, came with a pound of coffee. Here is he who has disgraced the class. He sold his hair for money. He sits in the drug store window and one side of his head shows before using Danderine, and the other side shows after. How could you ? said a voice. A tall, militant woman with a parasol stalked to the front and deposited a. sack of beans. Hazel Allen has been lecturing for eighteen years on prohibition, and now she is to learn that it has been in effect for twenty years. Page Twenty-Six b1cr14rioioioio1cvi4icxi1114r14

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