Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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GLIMPSES OF THE FACULTY Not blonde — but nevertheless an adept stenographer! Of course she has expert in- struction.—It's Eileen Parran clicking away at the typewriter, with Mr. Miller looking on. He's our able typing teacher, who, besides teaching classes, somehow finds time to min- gle with the students and become their friend. Why, Eileen CAN'T go wrong with directions such as that! Hand poised, all eyes on him — they're ready to begin — and you may be sure that the sounds which ensue will be pleasant ones, for Doc Dryden is the most proficient and capable music director for many a mile. His music groups grow in number every year, and his choruses have brought renown to the school. Besides doing choral work, this semes- ter he has started teaching harmony, a new course in music. We know—for we've heard those strains coming out of the music room which are surely part of an original composi- tion by a harmony student. Here we have Mr. Palmer, our very capable physics professor, showing you our new mov- ing picture machine. And he's the one to show you—for he knows everything from A to Z about these things. The machine has been used several times in chapel to bring sym- phonies to the students and is used often in the classrooms. It's a fine addition to our school. — 21 —

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cuss advisers Mr. Miller Miss Black Mr. Herron We seniors owe a debt, a debt of gratitude, to our faculty advisers. To fully discharge this debt is most surely beyond the power of mere words. Even through close association with you, we have glimpsed but a vague and misty view of the responsibilities you must bear and the patience that must be yours. We looked to you for guidance, for train- ing and for inspiration; and we looked not in vain. As we look backward now we see what per- haps we failed to understand in our daily asso- ciation with you. We appreciate now the ad- vice we needed, so freely given by you; the figurative pat on the shoulder; the spoken word of encouragement; and the challenge to our will to do our best. Dormant abilities through your incentive have been uncovered, and ambitions have been stimulated. During our years of association with you we have collected memories that will serve as a reservoir of pleasure so long as we live and wherever we may go. And so to you, Miss Black, Miss McClincy, Mr. Herron, Mr. Miller, Mr. Dryden, and Mr. Palmer, our high school faculty advisers, the Class of January, 1941, extends our gratitude and our best wishes for the years to come. You have given us something of yourself. May we always be worthy of it.

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F CII I, T V Caught!—in the art—of teaching her Eng- lish class. Yes, it's Miss Campbell at the black- board telling her forty cherubs or so what's what from the English angle. Maybe it's all about EVANGELINE or perhaps MACBETH. At any rate, we're sure those pleasant mo- ments will not be forgotten. It's dangerous business, but Mr. Love seems to have it all under control in examining the wasp's nest. In biology we learned to know the plants and flowers, the fish, insects, birds, animals—just EVERYTHING from A to Z— for Mr. Love is a grand teacher. Hard at work, but at such nice work—Miss Jamison, our able adviser, reading MAGNET copy. This is the task which is quite pleasant, because when we are ready for that, all the material for Ye Booke has been handed in, and everything's ship-shape, and all set to go— and, oh well—you know. It's an A Senior English class being taught by Miss Bartley! A Senior English—the hard, but fascinating semester when we got Shelley and Guinevere, and Burn's louse and Words- worth all mixed up — until Miss Bartley straightened them out. That MAGNET ques- tionnaire in the background happened to be on the board most appropriately, for the MAC- NET HAUNTS Miss Bartley.