Benton Township High School - Scarab Yearbook (Benton, IL)

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 Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition As a patriotic project the students of B. T. H. S. began scrapping October 13. We began with o parade led by the band and Slap the Jap' signs following close behind. Parade over, the scrawny pile of scrap around the flag pole grew by leaps and bounds. The scrappers, dressed like farmers and with dirty faces, worked like mad for five consecutive afternoons. Everything from razor blades to car chassis was brought in. Contests sprang up between the home rooms, with a “holiday bonus' going to the one with the most scrap to its credit. By the second day the pile had expanded until most of the south campus was covered. Concluding the drive, it was estimated that over 100 tons had come in. Not only did the notion as a whole benefit, we hope, but the scrapper individually come out on top. being repaid with defense stomps. The townspeople were pleased and surprised with the enthusiasm maintained. —June Hayes Where he leads us— Pushing our way to victory Before Prom soup to nuts Gunninq for the Axis Is he weighing his thumb? On top of the heap Even tho horses helped After Leave the Ford A ton a day kcops tho Japs oway Which is the scrap? Yo-Heove-ho

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Did you ever hear a horse bark? A thing of beauty—a thing, at least. All for Queen Kollor. Good in o pinch and a clinch. Chinese tea garden The first eight tons are the hardest. Now. see here, Mr. Interlocutor. Play Bingol Weighing in Daisy. Daisy CARNIVAL CAPERS Queen—Betty Kollor King—Harry Loo Lewis Roberto Pago Shirloy Loman Bette Jo McCollum Joonno Vinyord

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DAISY MAE TAKES OVER AT ECHO PROM On February 20. most all of the penny pinchin' paters gave way at last and let their julce-suiied daughters fly off in the old riding on the rims bus. Destination: Old gym. Echo girl-date-boy Prom. Time: 8:30: Music by Red Asbell. Ceiling: The limit (She was pay ing the bill). Sitting it out Let joy be unrefined Visibility: A rather rosy face above a classy array of colored weeds. When at last they arrived it took even a freshie only five seconds to be inside. The door opened, and there—there it was before your very eyes, a small piece of heaven, sometimes called Dogpatch. The evening danced and drank on until at last, when the turnip-juice was exhausted and your socks had bunions, the Switzerland hammer went mad and Daisy June decided Clem should go home. Good-night, good-by. and swish —there they were in front of his rusty (oops, rustic) cottage. And then-------------- —Carmelite McKemie Cormelito McKemio, Bill Bouor Bill French, Shirley Hood Mr. Hubort Dovis Just an Echo, Yoo Hoof 17