Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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12 THE MAGNET Has This Ever Happened to You? HE streets were empty, and not a living soul did I see as I walked up the road. It was a damp, dark night and here and there a street lamp blinked sleepily through the heavy blanket of mist, while not a star was visible in the black void above me. Yes, the conditions were ideal, for with such absolute darkness surrounding, my chances of discovery were reduced to an almost negligible .quantity. But perish the thought! Never would I be discovered. I must not mistake the house; there it was, the second from the corner, set back from the road and surrounded with massive oak trees which stood out in the mist like great, grim guardians of the house beneath them. But hark ! Someone was coming! I dodged behind a tree and the man passed by without noticing me. The footfalls grew more and more muffled and finally died away in the distance. I crept along on the grass beside the walk, ascended the steps with noiseless tread and stepped cautiously on the porch. At last I was before the door. Taking a bunch of keys from my pocket, I found one that would fit and placed it carefully in the lock; then slowly, oh, so slowly, I opened the door, a fraction of an inch at a time. It took me three minutes to open the door one foot and a half. I slipped inside. Not a sound broke the death-like stillness all around. Gradually I closed the door; softly, so softly. How alert my mind was; the plan of the house was as if burned on my brain. I had planned it long before, and, now that I was here, my faculties were so keen and acute that not the least sound escaped me. My movements were deliberate and I made not a blunder. I would not and could not fail in my purpose. I removed my shoes and, after fastening the laces together, hung them around my neck, for fear I might drop them. I started for the rear stairway, for there, I had thought, the chances of making a noise loud enough to affright anyone were less than on the front stairs. My steps were but an inch at a time and I set my feet down each time with the greatest caution, lest a board should make a sound and raise an alarm. Not a sound pierced the silence. At last I reached the stairs. How slowly I climbed that long flight! I neither knew nor cared how long I had taken in my entrance. I raised my feet with the greatest caution, and made sure to place them at the ends of the steps in order to avoid any noise. I knew just which ones creaked, and I skipped them in my ascent. How silently I climbed up; you cannot imagine how long it took. At last I could see the very door of the room. Only one more step to take! A fierce exultation rose in my breast and I hastened forward to reach the room, when c-r-a-c-k! went the step. Confusion !!!! ???? “I am discovered!” thought I. Then suddenly a heavy voice broke the almost uncanny silence that followed. “Son! what time is it?” “Three o’clock, father!” I answered. (The author swears that the foregoing is a more or less true statement of his actions on a certain night which will always be pleasantly remembered by the members of the class of Tanuary, 1915.) MAURICE CHARNOCIC

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THE MAGNET ii they had had them as long as they could remember. While Jennie was at school, a musical concert was given, in which she took a leading part. Jennie’s grandmother, an elderly lady by this time, but a great lover of music, came to the concert and at the sight of Jennie, noticed the similarity in looks, stature and voice to her own daughter. The next day the old woman came to the school to have a personal talk with Jennie. She asked her about her parents, and Jennie replied that she knew nothing except that she had been adopted by a wealthy lady when she was but a small child. The lady, still puzzled, asked to see Jennie’s jewelry, which the young lady was always proud to show, and to her surprise she saw the locket she had given Jennie twenty years ago. The grandmother then told her all; how she had disowned her daughter, had the pictures taken, and how sorry she was to see her daughter leave Italy, but that she was too haughty to repent. She then asked about her twin brother, and showed Jennie his picture, which Jennie immediately recalled to be the same as the one worn by Anthony in his watch charm. Jennie then told her grandmother everything about her engagement. While all this was happening, Anthony had finished his course in the academy and had received his position, when word came from Jennie that he should come to her at once. He did this, and, on comparing the pictures in their lockets with those of the grandmother’s, they found them to be identical. The first thing the old lady thought of after their reunion was her will, which she immediately had changed, and her vast fortune was equally divided between Jennie and Anthony. The excitement and joy of finding her daughter’s children killed the grandmother, and the two then returned to New York. When Mr. and Mrs. Hudson heard the entire story, they willingly took Anthony into their family circle, even if it did not come about by his marriage to their beloved daughter. MILDRED McFADDEN.

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 THE MAGNET Vol. 14 BUTLER, PA., JANUARY, 1915 No. 4 STATE. Editor-in-Chief—MAURICE P. CHARNOCK, '15. Assistant Editor—Ralph A. Nicholas, 15. Literary Editors—Elizabeth R. Drebert, 15. Gertrude A. Raabe, 15. Alumni Editor—Ethel Klingler, 15. CLASS Athletic Editor—Zeno F. Henninger, 16. Exchange Editor—Lucille Critchlow, 16. Business Manager—R. Emerson Brown, 15. First Ass’t Bus. Mgr.—Richard H. Abrams, 15. Second Ass’t Bus. Mgr.—John A. Byerly, 15. REPORTERS. A Senior—John Greer. B Senior—Paul Hutchison. A Junior—Clarence Watson. B Junior—Everett Spang. A Sophomore—Marie Brooks. B Sophomore—ldell Mays. A Freshman—Edwin Amy. B Freshman—Richard Greer. TERMS. Sixty cents a year, payable in advance; ten cents per copy. Address all communications of a business nature to the Business Manager; Exchanges, Contributions, etc., to the Editor, Maurice P. Charnock. THE MAGNET published monthly, except July, August and September. Entered as Second-class matter December 18, 1907, at the postoffice at Butler, Pa., under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. EDITORIAL. THE HONOR SYSTEM IN HIGH SCHOOLS. As we look back over the short time we have spent in Butler High School and think of the things we have done that we should not have done, and of things that we have left undone, we feel that it would not be amiss to leave something for the serious consideration of those who remain. There are numerous topics that might be considered, but that of the honor system in examinations appeals more to the manhood and womanhood of students. While it must be admitted that many people “get through” with dishonest plans in life, the old maxim that “honesty is the best policy” still remains in force. We feel that there are many advantages for the honor system, which has been so successfully tried in many of the colleges. It places each student in a position to secure the full benefit of his work, and inculcates those principles of self-reliance that are so necessary and hopeful for success in after life, and which would be a tower of strength to those who enter college, whether the system was in use there or not. It has been found to inspire better preparation for the daily work, and raises the standard of excellence in scholarship by removing in a large measure the temptation to accept or give