Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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8 7 IIE SENIOR (M A G N E T Sir Guvnme stumbled on but so intent were the people on the ceremony that they never noticed him until he stood behind the Victor and with a swift slash of a knife he cut the lacings of the helmet which fell open disclosing the revengeful face of Lord Brocton. Instantly something hurled through the air and traitor's knife had found a mark but not in Arthur. Sir Guvnme had placed himself between the danger and his sovereign; between the bubbles of blood which trickled from his lips he said, “Sought adventure”—and King Arthur finished for him, “And adventure has claimed you as her knight without stain and without reproach.” Gently the king laid him down and fastened the spurs to the boots of the dying man. Sir Guynme smiled and a long shudder shook him from head to foot and then all was quiet. He had been knighted anew and had started on the Greatest Adventure of AH. -------------b.h.s.-------------- “DICERE VERITUM” Frank Sarver The Seniors doin’s always shove More joy into our life; They are the silver lining of The high school’s cloud of strife; 'They brighten up the cloudy spots Their smiles dispel the gloom; And we’ll all wear forget-me-nots When they depart in June. To tell the truth I do not think That class would balk at all From duty, not a one did shrink Though it was study hall; They seemed somehow, to fire the shots That chased away the gloom; And we’ll all wear forget-me-nots When they depart in June. But that’s not all, the best is yet To fall upon your ears I'll make you sure before you get To crying out your fears. The whole thing in a nut shell rests That we should learn so soon The present Seniors are the best That e'er left us in June. ECHO— They brighten up the cloudy spots Their smiles dispel the gloom And we’ll all wear forget-me-nots, When they depart in June. “WELL DONE Frank Sarver '23 A candle began at the break of day To give to the world its light. And a close observer could hear it say “Oh, where will I be to-night? Tho’ it faintly flickered for quite a while In doubt as to what to do. It gradually brightened and seemed to smile On the day, on the world, on you, When it neared the close of the day it shone With a brilliancy equalled by none, As it stood at the end of the race, alone. It said to itself, “Well Done!” This diminutive candle did its best For the day, for the world, for you; It taught its lesson and left the rest To the class of '22. For they, no doubt, in their freshman days Resembled the candle, quite, ’Cause everyone, starting a journey says Oh, where will be to-night?” But they’ve reached the end of their tortuous trail, The race has been nobly won And since they’ve entered the port full sail, Can say to themselves—“Well Done.

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TIIE SENIOR £MAGNET 7 “Sir Lotter is his accomplice. I lere, take this key! Go, your horse is ready, he waits outside the moat. “At the gate say, ‘Rege Missus,’ and you will be allowed to pass. Here is a sword, hasten!” Sir Guynme asked no questions, he accepted his sword and followed the white figure. Receiving his instructions, he walked until he came to the gate; there he saw one of the persons who had visited his cell that morning. Quickly he laced his helmet and trusting to luck walked on. lie gave the password to the guard who opened the gate for him. The drawbridge was down and he saw his horse tied to the staple. He mounted and started off. He had gone quite a distance when he chanced to glance around and saw a troop of horsemen riding swiftly after him. He spurred his horse, and dashed on regardless of the shouts to stop. He must get there before they! He must save his king! He prayed, “Oh, adventure, I begged to meet you. now I have tasted of your cup. still more do I demand they swiftness, to leave these murderers behind me as the swallow doth the sparrow.” The riders were gaining on him and he felt the sharp sting of an arrow, followed by a falling sensation, but he grasped the reins and rode on. Another arrow, this time in his wrist, it paralyzed his arm, and dropping the reins, he let the horse go where it would. Instantly it turned aside from the main road and galloped down a lane. A numbness was stealing over him, the arrow in his back didn’t hurt, it only made it hard to breathe; vainly trying to keep his seat he at last slipped forward. The next thing he knew he was in bed, in a pleasant white room, with the sun streaming across the floor and a gentle faced monk was bending over him. It was too great an effort to speak, so he just lay still watching the sunbeams gradually climb to the bed and then to the rafters. But suddenly the thought struck him. How long had he been sleeping? He called the monk to him and asked him but he only replied. “Be not uneasy, you are with friends.” Sir Guynme watched the sun; it had been late after noon when he had been wounded, but the sun indicated morning now. The old monk had left the room believing the knight asleep and soon Sir Guynme rose and clasped on his armor and staggered from the room. How queer he felt! His eyes were dull, his feet were heavy. That couldn’t continue for only by hard riding could he reach Lucknow in time to prevent the disaster. His horse was in the stall and saddling it. he mounted with difficulty, and starting the horse on the road he hastened off. The sun wras so hot and beat pitilessly on his aching head. Black spots danced before his eves and again slipping into unconsciousness he left the horse to his own devices. The cold beat of rain on his warm face revived him and sitting straight in his saddle he saw himself to be in a dense forest and night had fallen. He heard the cool tinkling of a sparkling brook and a great thirst surged up in him. He half fell from the saddle and hurried his face in the moist leaves. The sun in his eyes awakened him, and the shouts of men and clicking of spears, and the fall of horses and their shrill cries startled him. Where was he? I le recognized Lucknow woods. He w as so near he could hear the clapping of the crowd. W as he too late? No, the tournament was still on. He got to his feet and calling his horse he lead him through the woods into the open. The tournament was finished and the victor before the King was kneeling to receive his laurels.

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7 II E SENIOR EM A G N E 7 9 GAS Anna Nolan CHAPTER I M sorry, Jimmie, but I cannot marry you—yet. I’m not ready to settle down as a housewife. We’ve lots of time and a long life before us—can’t we just go along on the old basis of friendship for awhile and each have a good time, for a few years anyhow?” Thus spoke Peg Ryan to her friend and suitor Jimmie Burke, who had just proposed marriage to her. “Well. I don’t see anything else for us to do if that’s the way you feel about it,” spoke Jimmie. “But. Peg, if I do something big and worth while, will it make any difference?” pleaded Jimmie. “It might, but I’ll make no promises,” said the practical Peg. CHAPTER II Two years have flown by on the wings of time. Jimmie is employed in the chemical laboratories of the Government. A war has broken out among the nations of the world, such as the one of the first half of the twentieth century. Fifty years of peace had passed and Germany, under the rule of another William, again attempted to master the world. Jimmie was working under the utmost secrecy—he worked day and night, and looked it. He was thin and worn looking. His task was to try to invent some weapon of war that would be more deadly than the last fiendish invention of the Germans, a small bomb full of red hot prickly balls and a deadly gas that penetrated the gas-masks through the holes burnt by the hot pieces of metal. Alter working for about two weeks he finally completed a gas, very destructive and poisonous. He did not really know how terrible his invention was until he, with about six officers, took some of it out into the country to try it. They fired a bomb of it at a herd of cattle about a mile away. In about two minutes, when they looked again, not an animal was in sight. The gas had completely exterminated them. Thousands of gallons of this gas were manufactured and shipped to Europe in large tanks. A German spy obtained the formula and the Germans wishing to beat the Allies at their own game, manufactured great quantities of it too. I his gas was put into every conceivable weapon possible. Into air bombs, floating mines, shrapnel's, hand grenades, and many others too numerous to mention. I he only thing that kept either side from using it was fear for the safety of each army’s men. The gas was so effective that no mask had yet been invented to render a man immune to its attacks. The Germans were afraid that if they used it the wind might blow the gas back upon the German army and kill them; with the Allies it was the same. Great tanks of gas were already on the battle field in readiness for the time when a mask should be discovered. Mines had already been launched and had claimed their victims. The world stood in horror and awe of this terrible new weapon.