Butler High School - Butlerite Yearbook (Butler, MO)

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Twenty-eight Zluninra ART!-I UR OIIIGAR I-Ie's smart from the top of hi head up. BIAIRIIC RAY A my of sunshinvf' Hl'Il.l'1N f'.UlI'I5l-II.l, A Campbell Kid. GIMXDYS XYl'I.Ui Wh spvnd our j'C'1l.l'S as zx tzmle HILIVS told. NORTON Sli!-Il.lNHl'Ili Is vc-ry popular with himsulff' Xl Nl Gl'1'l'Z A Junior, but acts likv 21 Fresh- Illdll. l liANl'l'IS WOODS She has :L beautiful voimlf' A A ' f - -4 ' f ' ' -' 4 . .,.. ,... .- L. - ..f. .- .Y H:-.hr -.Qu--.1-4.1 -..Af ,-.L : ..y.:4-.1--,,..,-g,,.

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-- sl- A '- - V 1 1 -- --A -2'-f - - - '--sv-4 'Q-sb--kiwi'-Tit-':'i':? gs-2 szfsr-rs-if tL51i1'3'1':9:-avhfz--or 2:2-EE.: :'-rbi?-:SQSP : 5-se.-: 29 :-- rr :- A Glrlvhriig nf E. EH. Sv. The heights by great men reached and kept, Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, , Were toiling upward in the night. V A I'm a famous authoress. Realizing this and hoping to inform the world of my importance, I shall attempt to write a history of my life, for no one else will. To begin with, I was born. in the Ozarks so long ago I can scarcely remember the incident. Here I spent the first few months of my existence in amusing those around me by crying for everything I wanted. I knew that this was the best way to get things, besides it develops character. Since I was going to be a famous writer, I must have lots of character, so I cried. When I became older I spent most of my time out of doors. I grew to love the hills and rocks which were the only beauty the Ozarks could boast of. 0 Besides, I knew that all the best writers are great. lovers of nature. So I studied. this great piece of Godfs handiwork. ' When I was three years old, my family moved to a small village near New York. This was an ideal place for a writer to grow up. First, there were the 'beauties of nature. Second, there was so much news. Every one knew every one else's affairs and told them over his b-ackyard fence. This was nice for me. When I heard any- thing real interesting, I said to myself, I'll uselthat in my first story. When I was ive years old I was sent to school. Now my literary career had be- gun. The teacher, a man who had enough sense to know a genius when he saw one, took great pains with me. In a few days I made my debut into literary work. I wrote my first sentence, I see a cat. From that time on I made great progress, and I soon read Jack and Jill by myself. When I was seven years of age a sad incident crept into ,my life. I was disap- pointed in love. This is how it came about. One morning I was walking to school, pondering upon the serious problem of being a celebrity. Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. . Turning, I beheld a facet I never forgot. It was the face of a boy of nine years of age. I saw a charming face crowned with a glorious thatch of red hair. Two eyes, almost green, gazed frankly from out a multitude of freckles. Hello, he said, and his mouth resembled a garden fence with a gate missing. Hello, I managed to say. Where are you going? I'm going to school, he said. Let me carry your books. . , When we reached school the girls all looked at me with envy. But I didn't care, he was mine. I was disappointed in this idea. The next morning as I was going to school I saw something that shattered my dreams. There he was, carrying the books belonging to the ugly, pug-nose, Mary Jane. Then I cried. He didn't care for me any more. I'd show him. Just wait until I became famous. Then he'd be sorry he ever looked at that little fool. About two years later I wrote my first poem. This is the way it begins: I wish I was a possum, I'd live in a high Oak tree, And get a Mrs. Possum To come and live with me. It was great, glorious. Pa and Ma said so, and they knew, for they were well edu? cated. Pa read it slowly and said, Mary, that 'er gal is a genus or I ain t any Jedge. Then Ma said, Yes, Pa, she takes after my folks. A Mary I tell you. we must educate that gal. She's been goin' to that 'er one-hos-s school too liong now. Any one as smart as our darter oughter be in college. Yes, Pa, we'll send her to Butler High School. B tl . Th' was a beautiful town, and the High School Was as laipglea 12.33 Eiiqrectiifo 01? iii firstls day Of School the Drinclpal Saud t0 my father, Where's her diploma? U Her diplomY, roared father. Mall, that gal d011't Deed H0 dlplomy' Read that. Twenty-nine . .,.. ,, ...-,,,..., ' - , , , . . A-for -sf..L -