Butler High School - Butlerite Yearbook (Butler, MO)

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. l ill-Inrfzi fl rm Being a Boyf'-Jack McClellan. Mother Carey's Chickens -Miss Johnson's Freshmen. Mine Own People -Miss Gorman Cthinking of the Juniorsl. 'Two Years Before the Mast -Sophomores. Last of the Mohicans -Seniors. V Fair Women -Dorothy Cannon, Ruby Orear, Clara Ferguson, Helen Campbell and Norma Keirsey. E Little Men --Clyde VVhite, Emmett Bullock, Eugene H., and Logan Price. Vanity Fair --Clara' Fenton. r . , Old Curiosity Shop --Agriculture Laboratory. All's VVell That Ends Well -Wheii the grade cards are given out. Midsummer Night's Dreamv-A grade card with all E'sL Will' 'The Absentee -Leslie Duvall. ffchild Hanna -Lane. Twice Told Tales -Excuses for tardiness. Much Ado About Nothing -Walter W'illiams. W iil' WV First Soprano --Nina McComb.. jill, lyfjirlil Bonnie Brier Bush A-Beatrice Monkman. Wil? ml, - '4Better Than Gold -Miss Gorman., The Heritage -The Balopticon. ' Chritmas Carol -The song of the 'conditionals'. Hoosier School-boy --Edna Shesler. The Three Margarets --Harper, Hyatt and Yates. Lucile '-Henderson. y WH Mistress of the Ma-nse -Willina Moore. Barriers Burned Away -junior quietude. The Fighting Chance -For the Loving Cup. wi. The Lion and the Mouse -Logan Price and Edwin Rhoades. ,Q 'li W, WTV11 . Chicken Little -Gertrude Lie Van. Z Snow White and Rose Red --Norma Keirsey and Eulalia Sturgeon. The Other VVise Man -Jimmie Tilsey. M yi l Sixty-eight

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Z! n k ellis - -i Mr. Gorrell: CTO new pupilb-- How do you like B. H. S. as a whole? New Pupil: VVorst hole I was ever in. Ernest Evens: Good looks run in our family, but they ran clear past me. ' Miss Adams: QTo chorus classj- Now you must take your breath in the right places. In this song see 1f you canit hold your breath until you get to God. Latin Translations: , I Ruth Kern: While the state was trying to escape, Orgetorix executed his right arm. I ' Marie Stayton: HVVIICI1 they met him on the march they cast themselves at Caesar's foot soldiers. In the Algebra class the pupils were violently shaking their hands in the air, eager to recite. i'VVcll, said Miss Johnson, HI suppose we will have to fight to see who gets the E's. . Kinley Simpson: By gum, that's one time I'm out of arfightf' Miss Chastain was explaining the advantages of having the-clocks set up an hour: You see, it will give us time in the evening to Work and study and- Yes,i' interrupted Emerson, 'if you get the kids to bed in timef' Ola Ayers: CI11 Review classj- If a man earns a dollar'n-a-half a day, how much would he earn in two days? Helen Clark: tiQi1icklyj-- Why, three dollars, of course. Ola: No, he wouldn't. I-Ie'd get four dollars. Helen: I don't see where she gets that, Mr. Henderson. Ola: VVhy, simple enough. If he gets a dollar in one half of a day, in two days he'd get four dollars. ' ' Claude McComb: Mr, Gorrell, I think I didn't deserve a zero on that test. Mr. Gorrell: I didn't either, but I couldn't give you less. Lola: ':Mr. Gorrell, do you think a chicken three weeks old is old enough to eat? Mr. Gorrell: UNO, I think they should be about two months old. Lola: How do you expect it to live, then? Freshman: There was a man here to see you, Mr. Gorrellf' Mr. Gorrell: Did he have a bill? t Freshie: No, just a plain nose. Miss Chastain: CTO Herman Hendersonj-- Herman, what was Luther's idea of Salvation? A - i v Herman: 'tHe thought that priests should have the right to marry. Miss Chastain: Well, do you call that Salvation? ' Sixty-seven

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Prize new THE FATE OF THE E PLUS STUDENT. All alone he sat and studied, Bent on making straight E pluses, Studying, studying, by the lamp light, Burning midnight oil profusely. Honor sought he in his folly, Sought to graduate with honors, As he studied by the lamp light, Taxing, straining, all his senses. To him came his school companions, Begging him to leave his studies. But his soul was lost in study, And he heeded not their pleading. On into the night he studied, Past the witching hour' of midnight, Till his head drooped on his bosom And he sat there still and staring. Thus they found him when the day broke with his open book before him, But he did not read its contents He was cold and pale and lifeless. On a rising ground he's buried With the sighing pines above him, And they whisper ever, ever, Of the folly of this student. T EMMETT BULLOCK us. Sixty-nine