Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1916 volume:

DEDICA TION. To each and every one, who, turning these pages, shall find something herein which he shall deem good. THE £ MAGNET Vol. 15 JANUARY, 1916 No. 4 A JUST PUNISHMENT. (By Georgia Kline.) ON a Saturday afternoon Devona sat in a chair in the parlor of her home and gazed out of the window. The book she had started to read lay on the table. It failed to interest her, as the story was not the kind that appealed to her imagination. She opened a box of candy, then closed it. She had had enough and it no longer tasted good. Nero opened one eye and wagged his tail and whined, which was his usual way of asking Devona for some candy. ‘‘No, Nero, we’ve both had enough.” said she. The afternoon seemed long and the house was too still. Her mother had not yet returned from a call on a neighbor. It was a dull afternoon and nobody passed along the street. “What a dreary day,” she exclaimed. I wish something would happen.” Her wish was immediately granted. The center table commenced to rise up from the floor. The sight of a table ascending without any visible means of locomotion surprised and horrified her. After the table had described a circle in the air, it came over to where Devona was sitting and noiselessly dropped to the floor. The right hand of the brass statue pointed menacingly toward her. “You didn’t know when you were happy, did you? You want something to happen, do you ? Well, plenty of things are going to happen.” The hollow voice that uttered the words apparently came from the mouth of the statue. Never before had she heard a ,statue talk. A dense blue vapor issued from the head and coiled and swung around in the air. Soon the vapor took definite shape, and Devona was terrorized to see the vapor resolve itself into the form of a huge monster. High 2 THE MAGNET above her head it towered. The ugly huge mouth grinned. “Sick ’m, Nero; chase him out of the house!” exclaimed Devona. The monster’s hideous grin broadened as he said: “I will fix your dog!” Standing on one leg, the thing waved the other foot over Nero’s head and pronounced some words that sounded like: “Pobo Sodo Babarich Kivitch, Gawba Hawba, Wawba,” and Nero immediately diminished in size and became a cloth and saw-dust image. “You mean thing!” exclaimed Devona. “You have turned my pet dog into a plaything!” Two big tears rolled down the face of the inanimate thing that had once been Nero. The monster then seized Devona by the arm and said: “Come with me, little girl !” She felt herself going down through the floor. Just how she and the monster could go through the floor without breaking something, Devona herself could not understand. “The triumph of mind over matter,” explained the monster. Down, down, down they went; down a great hole in the earth. “Where are we going?” timidly asked Devona. “To the land of ghosts,” answered her captor. Finally they landed on a grassy plain. A sheeted ghost appeared. “Now, don’t scream!” cautioned the ghost. But Devona did scream, and lustily, too. “Oh, you heartless creature!” groaned the ghost. “Look at what you’ve done!” Commencing at the ground, the substance of which the ghost was composed very slowly disappeared until there was nothing visible but the head. “How cruel of you!” continued the ghost. “Now all the other ghosts will laugh at me for not having a body.” A noise behind her caused her to turn around. An upright, grinning skeleton was facing her. Again Devona screamed. The skeleton’s lower jaw worked convulsively. “You wicked girl,” groaned the skeleton, “now I will have stomach trouble for the next seven years. Didn’t you know that screaming would interfere with my digestive apparatus?” The idea that a skeleton, which by the very nature of things, couldn’t have a stomach, being bothered with indigestion, struck Devona as being very funny, and she burst forth into a hearty laugh. The skeleton groaned heavily. “Now you’ve fixed me about right. Have you no regard for others’ feelings?” As the skeleton uttered these words it collapsed into a shapeless pile of bones at Devona’s feet. In the distance a tiger was approach-ing. “Great Scott! exclaimed the monster, “somebody has let the tiger out ! He won’t hurt spirits, but how he will enjoy making a meal of a school girl with pink-cheeks !” As the tiger drew near, Devona was startled by a noise that sounded like Nero’s whine. Opening her eyes, she beheld Nero, with his front paws on the center table and his nose pointing toward her candy. “Yes, Nero, I will give you another bon-bon for waking me from that horrible dream.” And Nero’s tail wagged violently as he consumed the dainty bit of sweet. THE M A G N E T SUSPENSE. (By Lcyland C. Stauffer.) ON E dark and dreary evening I walked the streets in despair. My wife was dying, and God knows what agonies I suffered. My very soul seemed to cry out in its bitterness against the irony of fate. I shunned the more densly populated streets, and sought the open and untrafficked ways. Above the cruel insistence, the maddening repetition of the counts I held against the cruel world, as in a second nature, t felt that I was being—. Oh, no, it could not be! It was only a trick of my grief crazed mind. As I turned up a dark, narrow and unfrequented street, a sharp and penetrating wind whistled down the avenue, buffeted from house to house ’till it met me, wreaking its vengeance ten-fold. Hatless and insufficiently clad, I was completely at the mercy of the whirling, shrieking gusts which beat and surged across my unprotected chest and my still more defenseless face, with a passionate and unrelenting fury of temper. Yet what was that foul clamor which was borne along by this gale? There suddenly seemed to be a dozen ringing, gutteral and screeching voices, each trying to reach my ears. Obstipui; stetemnt que comae; vox fancibus haesit! This demonstration of unearthly powers was exceedingly weird. The very tones of the voices were now enough to drive a music-loving soul crazy with despair of ever reaching the acme of their loveliness one moment—yet the next, and dulcet tones had changed to gruff, compelling accents, driving voices, or to murderous, commanding notes. The singular point of this medley, so supernaturally heard, was that though the voices changed, the words remained the same : “You are followed by him who would kill you! Escape while you may!” “Was this fancy?” I asked myself. Did I really hear the voices ringing in my ears, or was I becoming insane in my grief? I stopped to reason. If I were mad from grief, why did my brain manifest a mania so different from the cause of my derangement? The very fact that 1 was able to reason, to argue, pointed favorably to my sanity. Yet why was I plagued in this manner, when I could already scarcely bear the burden with which life’s chances had loaded my heart, my brain? Great was my relief when I came to a cross street, down which the horrible blast blew not. Hard! What was that! A heavy, padded sound, as of footsteps, manifested itself, coming up the street which I had just abandoned. It was true! I was followed! I fled, yet I stopped and re-assured myself. This was no portion of town for a murder; the man was following me to a more suitable spot for his deed. Were I to run it would only hasten my death, for I must again pass through the slums on my way to my home, in the better end of town. So I set out at a quiet, sedate pace, as befits a man in his later years. Still that ominous pat, pat, pat. pat of my pursuer’s feet followed. By this time my grief for my dying wife was forgotten—a sign of my cowardice. Suddenly, a thought flashed across my mind. I had over twenty thousand dollars in my wallet. For the money I cared nothing; I was rich. For my life, everything. Drawing out my wallet, I took a bill and, with a shaking hand and a fountain pen, wrote: “To him who haunts me: Take this money and go thy way. Harm me not. 4 THE MAGNET and I shall be ever thankful. As a signal that you will comply with this request, turn down this cross-street.’ I dropped the wallet where he could not help seeing it, and sped up the street into the darkness. 1 turned and watched the man. When he came into the light of the street lamp, by whose help I had indited the epistle, he immediately discovered the wallet. He was a burly, villainous-looking man, with a scar extending an indeterminate distance across his left cheek. He looked at the money in the wallet, pulled out one of the bills, and read my note. He flashed an ugly, knowing glance my way, and passed down the side street as directed. Infinitely relieved, I walked more briskly up the avenue, again meditating the subjects of death and immortality of the soul. To my surprise, when I had come to the corner, I had no choice but to turn downwards. The avenue I was on extended no further. It was a “blind alley.” I could not turn up because of the paving and cementing work going on in the cross street. So down I turned. I was lost in my philosophizing, or I would have remembered that my villain had gone that way. As I passed the first alley, out stepped the man! With a wild cry, I dashed to the other side of the street and ran at full speed down the pavement. He followed at a killing pace. I quickened my speed from sheer fright, and was pleased to note that the man soon dropped back and finally stopped. Soon home, I learned that the critical point was passed, and my wife was on the road to recovery. Giving praise to our Saviour, I descended to my study because I was uncermoniously ejected from the sick-room. As I entered my study, a maid brought me my wallet and a note. Surprised beyond all measure, I quickly scanned the note and broke out in hearty laughter at the contents: “Mr. L. C. S. I found your wallet tonight on my beat. I followed you and seemed to have scared you by my sudden appearance at the alley. The money is intact, as I found it. Signed, John T. I'itzguard, Plainclothes Police.” Relieved, I wrote him a cordial letter, enclosing one of the thousand-dollar notes, and requested him to come and see me. His story as he told it to me later in a persona] visit, does much to clear matters up. The path I had chosen happened to be his beat, and he also imagined the wind to be a carrier of voices that night. It was merely a case of auto-suggestion. The bill he looked at was one of the thousand kind, he never having seen one before. Also, he had turned down the side street and over to the next avenue because he knew I must go the way I did. He was not quite as villainous as he looked—just a pugnacious Trish plainclothes “bull.” For the last six months I have been taking nerve cures. THE MAGNET 5 AS THE SUN SANK. (By Beulah Scott.) ME sun had just begun to peep over the horizon, and gradually the dewy shadow was being lifted from the earth. Yet the people of the city in the northern part of France were astir. The streets resounded with the clash of musketry and the dragging of the cannon. Wails from children and the barking of dogs filled the air. Sturdy men and sad-faced women moved swiftly here and there. Why was all this commotion; this uneasiness ? The magistrate of the town, Monsieur Duport, had received a message the day before that the Germans were marching in that direction and would probably arrive there the following day. This was the cause of such distress. The sun had risen and its rays spread over the little city, filling it with beauty. The magistrate’s house, situated on the outskirts, was especially an object of much beauty. He and his wife, and their two children, twins, about twenty years of age, Francesco and Francis, lived here with a few servants. Francesco was the more boy of the two. In her childhood she had scorned her dolls and would run off and play with her brother and his friends. So she got the name of “Tom-boy” by the townsmen. Francis was very bashful and feminine in his tastes. Their father and mother had gone to the main part of the town— he to muster his men—she to comfort the women. Francesco and Francis were to come later with the servants. Francis was one of those fellows who put up a bold front, but really was a coward at heart. At the last minute he backed out. “I can't go! I simply can’t go!” he said to his sister. You must go! Think of the honor of our family ! What will father say ? You'll have to go! We’ll be dishonored forever! But I have a plan! You change clothes with me and I’ll go in your stead. We are exactly alike and no one will know the difference. I was always more of a boy than you, anyway —and it will save our family honor !” The change was quickly made and they proceeded to the town. Francesco took her position with the defenders, Francis taking his with the women. At noon the opposing army drew near. The townsmen, with their forces, advanced to meet them. The streets were deserted and all was quiet. The women had gone to the city hall and there awaited the tiding of the battle. The roar of the cannon disturbed the quietness and the battle raged furiously the whole day. In the meanwhile a battle was raging inside the heart of Francis. Why was he staying here with helpless women, when he might be doing something for his country? His own sister was out there fighting like a tigress. The disdain of the people—could he stand this? Somehow courage leaped up into his very soul. He rushed from the hall, to the amazement of all the women. Out of the city gate he rushed to the field of battle, forgetting that he was dressed as a woman. Up to the front he rushed, and the opposing army even stopped to see the cause of all the excitement. All they could see was a furious woman, followed by a man, who seemed to be trying to say something to her. This put life into the hearts of the townsmen and on they rushed after the pair with increased ferocity. Into the thick of the battle went the band, following the leader, a supposed woman. The battle was doubtful, each side doing its best. At 6 THE MAGNET last the townsmen could no longer stand the attack and were forced to surrender. This, indeed was a sad fact; but sadder still were the figures of a woman and a man lying side by side in cold death on the battlefield. As the sun sank that night it was not upon the beautiful city of the morning, but upon a changed town. Women were silently weeping over their dead, some sitting in the streets with their children beside them, while they saw their earthly possessions and their homes going up in smoke. The streets still resounded with musketry and the brawls of the drunken soldiers. Indeed it was quite a different city from that of the morning—then a beautiful city—now a mass of desolation and misery. Common Sense vs. Ignorance. (By Stella Zuckerman.) OBADIAH Jeremy was tired. Yes, dead tired of having Maria, his wife, going to town shopping. First, she would gape around into all the shop windows and spend half a day doing nothing. Then she would have to have an extra meal and perhaps go to the expense of staying over. So he, Mr. Obadiah Jeremy, was going to do the shopping. He got a list from Maria and, to his extreme embarrassment, was forced to sling a large market basket over his arm. It was six o’clock when he started. He would walk to Elbourne, a distance of a few miles, and from thence he would drive to the city. As he walked along he heard subdued giggles on all sides, and “Jeremy, going to buy some table linen?” or “I hope Maria’s hat will fit her finely after ye try it on for her,” and the like greeted him on all sides. When he arrived in the city he looked over his list. First there was “5 2 percale per 10c.” He walked into the department store of Higgins Son and showed the first item on the list to the saleslady. In “per” the “p” was peculiarly similar to a “t.” She studied for awhile, then said: “Oh, certainly 5y2 percolators at 10c apiece. Oh, Mabel, come here; Zeke wants 5F2 percolators. Sell him five and the spout of another. “‘But, Miss,” he expostulated, “I’m sure Marie said that came by the yard.” A bright idea struck the two salesladies. “Ah, she was only kiddin’; she meant yuh can pour out 5l 2 yards of coffee.” “Now, thinkin’ of it, she did say somethin’ about pourin’ out.” Well, thank goodness, the first thing was bought. New, next was written cheap serge. He thought for awhile, for she did say something about that serge. Well, he asked for cheap serge. There was a piece which could not be sold, a gaudy purple. He priced a few pieces. Finding the purple cheapest, he purchased it. Next came the word “shoes.” “Now, leave me think; for whom were these— John, Susan, Maria?” He pondered and pondered and then made up his mind. He’d get size 7; they couldn’t fall off Susan’s or Maria’s feet if he had the buttons re-set a little tighter, and he’d get a good, hard working shoe and it would do for all. One more item. Oh ! What did he see? A tonic for falling hair, guaranteed to produce a good crop of hair. Fie tested a few bottles—he sort of liked the smell1 'I HE MAGNET and didn’t mind standing for a good while and having the salesgirl—“by gosh, she was purty,” he afterwards told his friends—hold the corks to his nose. He walked around and examined a few new things. There were razors, for instance—safety, safety—no way to cut yourself, even if you wanted to. Then there were purty, bright socks for John— if he didn’t like them, Susan could wear them around home with her long skirts, lie looked at his watch—three o’clock and no dinner. lie stepped into a restaurant, had dinner and, heaving a sigh of relief, started homeward. At seven o’clock he was home. Maria was waiting impatiently for him. “Hand me that basket, Obadiah ! Let’s see, what’s all these gold kittles here fer?” “Why, that’s the per—perc—oh, you know!” “My goodness gracious, not my 5y2 yards percale! And the shoes—why, these is big enough fer you! I wanted them fer the preacher’s new baby! And Obadiah Jeremy, purple serge—purple ! My green is a bit bright, and when it is gathered it’ll get darker, but never, never will it get dark enough to be trimmed with purple.” “Obadiah, tomorrow ye’ll hitch up and take every last thing back, and ye’ll jest stand up with yer own lips and ye’ll tell me, ‘Woman is my beat.’ She’d never let anyone talk her into five brass kettles of percale, nor git bright purple to trim green, nor shoes fer a 20-year-old instead of a month old, and, lastly, no water with a fine smell to bring back what nature took. Now, Obadiah, say ‘Woman is my beat’.” And doggedly Obadiah repeated, “Woman is my beat.” CLIP'S INITIATION. (By Ethel Osgood) 'FjL I 1E Mecklenburg University boast-ed one very select fraternity, and when Clip Farrington entered Mecklenburg he was asked to join it. This was an honor that Clip accepted, and, being an athlete, he foresaw the advantage of being a member of the Sim Forst Fraternity. On entering the Sim Forst he discovered it was a secret organization and that each new member was duly initiated. Clip’s stunts had not been any display of strength, but of such a nature as to humble his pride. He had had his hair shaved and wore a beard for a week; he had sold papers while his fellow-classmates had jeered at him; he had painted the word “Ford” all over the president’s new six-cylinder car, under the muzzle of a revolver held by the hand of one of the members of the Sim Forst. All this Clip had done, and yet one more remained for him to do before he could be a full-fledged member of the fraternity—so the letter read which his room-mate had just given him. “Go to the little house at the edge o-r the woods, on the north road. There you will find further directions. You have to ride on the mule which is hitched in front of the Sanitary Drug Store. Store at 7:3o. You are being watched.” This notice was type-written, so it did not enlighten Clip as to the perpetrator. Just the same it did not dampen Clip’s enthusiasm. Promptly at 7130 he ap peared at the Sanitary Drug Store. There stood the inoffensive mule, in all its gorgeous trimmings. Its head was bandaged in alternate red and yellow 8 THE M A ONET stripes, the saddle was draped in green the forelegs were bound in purple, and the hind legs were covered with a bright blue. So this was the beast that was to carry him to the little house at the edge of the woods. Clip mounted the mule and struck it with both his heels. It didn’t start as Clip had expected, but only snorted and remained unmoved. Clip gave it an extra hard dig; still the beast of burden stayed unmoved and immovable. The next thing was to try to lead the gorgeous sight which was attracting much attention and laughter from the crowd assembled. With a tug at the bridle Clip started, but the mule didn’t. “Coax it with some candy.” “Get some feed, boy.” “You better practice driving a mule before you give a public demonstration.” Somebody thrust a sack of rock candy in his hand. Clip pushed it under the mule’s nose and, with a snort, the beast started for it. Clip pulled on the bridle and the mule started, and away the two went for the little house. They reached the edge of the woods in safety. It was inky blackness and an owl hooted from a tree nearby. The much-bedecked mule shied and plunged forward. On and on it sped, with the would-be Sim Forst member clinging to the saddle. Clip saw the light, then he passed an open field, when suddenly the mule balked, turned around with such energy never before displayed by one of its kind, and made a headlong plunge backward toward Mecklenburg. Today Clip is an honorary member on the waiting list of the Sim Forst because he did not comply with the last order of the initiation. CARSON AND I. (By Bryson Ross) a ARSON and I were just alike in manners, height and facial expressions, from youth up; and now, at early manhood, we had reached the adventurous stage. Carson was building a long, cigar-shaped submarine, and had the nerve to call it a “flying projectile,” a “space annihilator” and other names. So One Day (note the emphasis, I mean it) Carson just naturally rushed me into it and yelled “let ’er go, Jim!”— and go she did. I left my thoughts— some of them good and some very nearly everything else—on earth as I went scooping skywards. Then Carson explained, “You see, we are going to the center of the earth !” “When do we change cars?” “O, you—ignorance ! We stay in this ‘space annihilator,’ fitted with light, food, and air, and wait until we get high enough above the earth and—then if we don’t hit a star, we will strike earth,” said Carson. “And mighty hard, too.” “Shut up! As I was saying, “If it doesn’t burst—” “Burst!” I yelled, “Le’ me out!” “Yes,” said Carson, “if it doesn’t burst—” “Oh!” “We shall be borne to the center of the earth.” “()h, all right,” I said, resignedly. About two days after, we started o the down grade, and 1 left some more perfectly good thoughts somewhere— near heaven. Then we struck something hard. I bear marks yet where I bit my tongue. THE M A G N E T 9 ( arson merely picked himself out of the twisted water and air pipes and re marked that he had hit the earth. “O, all right. I answered from the nose of the craft. “Say, you—say something else, can’t you ?” Carson grew so excited that he lost IT false teeth and wept The next thing I knew we were surrounded by a band of little green men, each of whom was set with an emerald in place of a body. They were of all sizes; some as big as a band. They introduced themselves as our sins. One little green man introduced my sins of ingratitude to me—and how many there were! I noticed we were standing in a cave with the “space anni-hilator about ten feet away, while the little green man introduced the bands of sins to us. As each new hand appeared, I grew more and more scared. Then in the distance I saw a little red man approaching, headed by the Devil, and I asked who they were. The little green man answered: “That is the Devil with your lost chances to do good deeds.” Carson wanted to stay and see—but I never faced a Devil before, and I hurried away from there. About ten seconds after, Carson must have changed his mind, too, for soon we were speeding through the earth. We landed in China and from there we went home. Two weeks before we had gone out care-free and happy—now we returned, old and grey. If you don’t believe me, then use your worst judgment and ask Carson there. He’ll tell you it’s true. A HOME-COMING. (By Susan Jenkins) ATSY Dolan climbed up, up, up— up many flights of dirty, broken, foul-smelling stairs in a New York tenement. 'The dirt, the disorder, the filth—even the distance were as nothing to him. All his thirteen years had been spent in such surroundings — he knew no better; and knowing no better, he was satisfied with what he had. But today he was thoughtful—today no cheery whistle sounded a gay Irish jig, for this was no common day. Today the father of this waif of the streets was to return home—if that little dingy, dirty room could rightly be called “home.” For two years he had been kept in that great building down the river, which is the only terror of so many of his class. For two years the hoy had lived in his upper room, better off than ever before in his life. Errands and papers had furnished him food and lodging—things which had often in that dim, ghost-filled past been sadly lacking. So now, as he climbed up the last flight he wondered sadly what the future would contain. Would it be the same as that gruesome past ? He reached the top step, turned to the left, and opened the door. Yes—he was there already, seated on the only chair in the room, his forehead knotted in a puzzled frown. He was paled and thinner than formerly, but otherwise was unchanged. As the boy came in. the man merely nodded ; ceremony was an unknown thing in homes such as this. Almost immediately the proposed going out for some- IO THE MAGNET thing to eat. The boy consented, and the two went out upon the crowded streets of lower New York, a pair anion; thousands, to whom life had apparently given so little. Presently they came to a great crowd in one of the many small parks of the city. Curiosity, a predominant characteristic of all mankind, made them stop. A speaker was standing upon a platform, besides a newly unveiled statue of the martyr Lincoln. His words caught the ear of the man and boy, and they pressed nearer, drawn more because it was something to pass the time than by an appreciation of the great president. But soon the man was attracted by something else. To the boy it was the adventurous tale of a world’s hero; but to the man—it was more. This was no silver-tongued orator; this was no black-garbed saint; this was but a man, telling the homely tale of one whom he seemed to understand and love. lie told of his brave battle with the forces of life; he told of his matchless sympathy and help to his fellowman and, too, he told of his love and pride in his own small sons. Something intangible in the strong, simple life caught and held the soul of the man whom prison walls and stem courts could not shake. As the speaker ended, he turned away with a groan that was half sob. People said it was a great speech, but to Patsy Dolan and his father it was greater. Although no words were spok en, the boy knew by that inexplicable telepathy between the minds of men, and the strange fire in his father’s eyes, that the future, although not passed in marble halls, would be brighter. And so, as the two climbed up, up, up those same long stairs, the boy whistled his gayest Irish jig, and the man put a tender hand on the shoulder which had before known nothing but knocks. The heart of the boy leaped, but, a was his custom, he was silent. THE CHORISTER’S EXPERIENCE. (By Belle McCandless) I PRAY thee, listen to my story. I have been wandering about for thousands of years and can not die until I have found a man who will believe my tale. Don’t be in so great a hurry !” “But, I must hurry; it is half past ten and I am to sing at church this morn-ing.” The first speaker still clung to the chorister with his bony brown hands. “I was born about five thousand years ago in Lalloka; my name is Ranocpaso-lado. I have a wondrous power of speech; no language is unknown to me.” “But I must go; there is the first bell. See, the preacher and his family are go- ing in.” A look of horror crept into his face as he gazed at the eyes that stared out from the emaciated face of the old man, and he could not budge an inch. “One day I was wandering along the coast; the sun was beating straight down and I was hunting a shady spot. I found a cocoanut tree and, being hungry, I climbed the tree to find a good cocoanut. At the very top was a very fine specimen. As I was extremely light, I thought I could get it without much danger. Just as I had it within my grasp I lost my hold and commenced to fall. There was a strong wind blowing and, instead of falling straight down, the wind blew me into the sea. As I THE MAGNET was floundering around, a large fish caught me in his mouth and carried me along with him. We traveled four days and nights and finally I found myself on the shores of a strange land.” “Listen! The congregation is singing; I must go.” “No, no; listen to me! There were very strange people in this land. They were black, about ten feet high, slender, had large goggle eyes, large mouth, spike teeth, and were bald-headed. They seemed to think that I was some kind of a sea animal. Not knowing what 11 else to do with me, they decided to oiler me as a sacrifice to their god. “They put me on an altar and started a fire. Hut fortune was on my side. A heavy storm came up and the rain put out the fire before it reached me. I escaped from the altar, dived into the sea and swam until I reached a small island and—” Just then the people came out of the church and, at the same moment, the warden of the insane asylum came up and led the escaped cocaine fiend away. THE m MAGNET STAFF. m Editor-In-Chief—SUSAN JENKINS. Assistant Editor—Everett Spang. Literary Editors—Gretchen Krug. Dorothy Osgood. Alumni Editor—Mary Headland. CLASS Athletic Editor—Ralph Campbell. Exchange Editor—Idell Mays. Business Manager—Floyd Allen. First Ass’t Business Manager—Decker Martin. Second Ass’t Business M’gr—Paul Oesterling. A Senior—Eleanor Wright A Sophomore—Elizabeth Abrams B Senior—Irene Coulter B Sophomore—Richard Greer A Junior—Chas. Cronenwett A Freshman—Lewis Cohn B Junior—Grace Brown B Freshman—Clair McCoIlough 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, Susan Jenkins. THE MAGNET published monthly, except July, August and September. Entered as Second-class matter December 18, 1907, at 111e postofHce at Butler, Pa under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. EDITORIAL. “And this is the law of the jungle, As old and as true as the sky; And the wolf that shall keep it shall prosper, And the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that clings to the tree trunk, The law worketh forward and back. For the strength of the pack is the wolf. And the strength of the wolf is the pack.” And the same law which governs the jungle governs civilized America and the whole world. It is true in all units. The Nation is useless without the States; the States are useless without the Nation. When, in 1861, the Southern States tried to disprove this, war resulted. New York or Pennsylvania may boast of her wonderful resources, her strength and wealth, but what power would either have without the nation, as a separate until against the power of a foreign country ? And of what avail the nation without Pennsylvania or New York in a crisis ? Again, the stronger the State, the stronger the individual; the stronger the individual, the stronger the State. An individual has more opportunities and more power in one of the great Eastern States than in a sparsely populated, weak Western State. Also, the more great men in a State, the greater its power. And in school life the strength of the school is the student, and the strength of the student is the school. The student has the best advantages by going to a first-class school; the character of the school is raised or lowered with the standard of the students. The inference is plain. Every ounce of energy and brain we put into making our school better rebounds to our benefit, even as every untoward attitude tends in the opposite direction. Let us then appeal to the best that is THE MAGNET 13 in each student, for his own benefit as well as the glory of old B. H. S. Above all, let us be loyal; first, to the school; then to the class. “If you want to be in the kind of a class That’s the kind of a class you like, You needn’t slip your clothes in a grip And start on a long, long hike. You’ll find elsewhere what you left behind. For there’s nothing that’s really new. It’s a knock at yourself when you knock your class; It isn’t your class—it’s vou.” -s. J. AUF WIEDERSEHEN ! Classmastes, the time draws near ! The day of separation looms on the horizon. How many of us will yearn, in the years to come, for the day when we stood on the threshold, on the chain linking us to Life, with the gun-hand of Fate beckoning us onward ? Yes, we did study hard; we were forced to abandon many enjoyments; we were in constant dread of being referred to Prof. Irvine, and even Supt. Gibson; but just ponder, just meditate for what our sacrifices were offered ! So that our scanty pittance or immense wealth, whatever Destiny, the hand of Fate, weaves for each one, shall not be acquired by the sweat of ou brows, but by three essentials—Brain, Hand and Pen. We have accomplished something. Into the hearts of our faculty we have implanted a never-fading love, a veneration, and a resj ect for our noble aspirations. It will be with a choked sob, a wounded heart, that they shall seize our hands to bid us farewell. But we must not overlook their virtues. With a touch of pride we shall display our heirlooms handed down to 11s through the recess of four long, weary years. What more worthy can we present than our relics. Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding ? Think of the hours they had to act as doorkeeper, watching study hall until five o’clock, when the door of the prison would swing open. Above all, we offer from the depths of our heart our deep-felt thanks for the beautiful lines of ecstatic, etherial, rythmic poetry which our dear teacher. Miss Miller, instilled into our fevered brains as a remedy to heal our tongues. But, cheer up! It will not be for aye that we part. We shall meet many times in the great metropolis of Life. And till we meet, to our superintendent, principal, faculty, worthy janitor and those in school, we send out and let it re-echo, Auf Wiedersehen! —S. Z. V E NIM U S, L A B O R A T M U S, VICIMUS. RELINQUIMUS Four years have rolled by since we began the course of our high school studies. Our first glimpse of high school life came on the morning of the farewell program given by the Senior class. Gee! but it felt great even to be a Freshman. But as time passed by we tired of being called green and other appropriate names. Our work seemed hard at first; we were scared half to death. We were hardly able to get started, but by honest effort we at last were on our way to our goal. One year passed and we were now Sophs. At last we had made an appreciable gain and were still struggling upward. Our studies were becoming easier; now we were wearing off the green and becoming better bluffers. We began to appreciate the assistance of our faculty and our higher classmen. Here the interesting study of Rhetoric, under the tutelage of Miss Boyle, began to THE MAGNET strain our brain and “Onomotapoeia” our fingers. We almost all passed through the Sophomore grade. Our Junior year surpassed all others in prestige. We were Juniors. All lower classmen must how to us or take the quince qucnces. This year passed more quickly than one would expect. We were really to enter our Senior year. We were just beginning to get acquainted with the happier part of high school. And now, at last, after four years, we are Seniors—and Seniors about to leave. Although we are glad to attain the first great step toward our goal, still it will he hard to leave B. H. S. As a parting admonition, hear these words and mark them well : “Obey your devoted faculty; study at least once a week, and do not bluff more than once every period. —F. A. THE M A G N E T 15 Coral Cunningham O, Coral C., ye would fain be Haim in your ain countree. For president, there resident, Ye wad need no dignitee. Bu-rwell Cummings Burwell Cummings, with his hummings, Makes it hard for Mr. Nast. But fight as they may, just this I say: Burwell gets the laugh at last. Raymond Thompson O, Raymond T., O how can ye So often take the prize? For it you take, for our class’ sake With so many black eyes. Floyd Allen Floyd Allen is the honest boy In charge o’ the Magnet’s cash. With beauty rare, among the fair He raises quite a clash ! THE MAGNET 16 Isadore Brier Isadore Brier sings in the choir Of the boys’ A Senior row. If all those endearing young lisps were gone, We would say, “Our Izzy’s not slow.” Bryson Ross O, Bryson Ross, who loves to boss Young athletes around— What new handspring in circus ring Will make you king uncrowned ? Ley land Stauffer O, Leyland S., why not confess Your voice is not so good; And that big word, by Presides heard, Would make good breakfast food. Lee Keefer Dear Lee Keefer, what a beefer In irgil class art thou ! Near recitations, dear explanations. You’re always in a row. THE MAGNET 17 Paul Kennedy Paul Kennedy, a remedy For silence has been found. T etradimethylaminote, A quite simple compound. Jennings Young O, Jennings Young, as yet unhung, For you I see a career; Colossus of Rhodes, collector of toads, Many paths to you are clear. Susan Jenkins The “valedictorian” here you see. The “boss” of the “Magnet,” too, by gee! Although not a grind, Still, never behind; In whom the faculty no fault can find. Elizabeth Hepler A winsome miss is as good as a mile— That’s Elizabeth Hepler. She has the smile that will stay awhile But— She has the wiles that go with smiles, And many guiles to bear her through trials. THE MAGNET 18 Eleanor Wright The class reporter is Eleanor Wright, And as such she is all right; A busy worker, a true friend— Calm, married life will be her end. Helen Webber Class treasurer is Helen, And surely she can tell ’em Just where, and how, and what to do With all the money that comes to you. Margaret McCandless Peg McCandless here you see; She is merry and happy as can be. When there’s a lark. Peg’s right there And in with both feet, for she doesn’t care. Dorothy Vogeley Dorothy Vogeley is one of the larger ones of the class. In this not many others do surpass, But she is very jolly and full of fun, And as for looking-glass fussers—she is one. Studying Latin and German is her chief delight, And to do this she has sat up many a night. THE MAGNET 15 A Iberta Rauschenberger Our classmate is talented in acting, you’ll agree, But best of all she acts the part of little black Topsy. We remember the corn-roast that she gave out on their farm; But the barn that sheltered us from rain, did not keep our shoes from harm. Belle McCandless Belle McCandless is one of us; She is merry and jolly and loves to fuss. She fears not the faculty; she fears not the best. But she’s all right—you know the rest. Frances Roth One often sees her looking in a quiet sort of way, And if you asked her what she thought, no doubt this she would say: She was thinking of her studies, although even then we doubt If really and truly it was that she thought about. Dorothy Perrin A lovely little miss, with grave and solemn air, But when it comes to lessons, Dorothy always knows her share. Her ways are very winning; her smiles very sweet— Is that why she and Viola Quigley are so much together on the street? 20 THE MAGNET Ruth Turner Is she vice-president? Well, I guess! And as good a one as there could be. Who said women weren’t as able as men? If you don’t believe it, just wait and see. Agnes Russell Where she hails from, everybody knows, And no one has claimed her as yet; But with all her beauty, ’tis easy to see She’s bound to be somebody’s pet. Marion Yetter She might be fat and all that, But just you hold your horses. She’ll never be after you for a cent; She expects to live on Harry’s resources. Dorothy Stewart I Iere’s to the shyest member in the whole class— So sweet, so pretty and studious, too. May success follow you all your days And some day catch up with you. THE MAGNET Cleo Brackney Thursday morning, always late, Cleo appears in pomp and state, Wearing flowers, chewing gum— Symbols of the night before’s fun. Marie Douthett Marie is very quiet, but she always has a smile; That her company will many a dreamy moment beguile. Though she studies to be teacher, still we doubt For there is a certain “Baker” that she so often talks about. Lila Adams Smiles and cheers are everywhere When our Lila doth appear. She is not to be undone In any of High School’s work or fun. In mathematics she sure shines, And astronomy to her is just sublime. Loretta Craig Loretta has a conscience when it comes to studying. But sometimes she forgets herself, and goes and has her fling. And then, whene’er it’s over, she’s as sorry as can be, And for a week or two, at least, she works most righteously. 22 THE MAGNET Stella Zuckerman And this is Stella Zuckerman— She is built on a very studious plan. She very seldom fails to recite. And never answers hut what is just rig-lit. Stella is a girl who wins many friends, For her kind disposition leads to such ends. Sara Eskovitz Sara Eskovitz is her name— We do not know her ambition or aim; But this we do know: when her we meet We always receive a smile, pleasant and sweet. Sara is a student of Latin, and German as well, And also is a musician, we are glad to tell. Lucille Cr itch low Two aims has our Lucy in life: One, to make some scientific farmer a nice little wife. A public speaker, O, yes, she will be, Scouring the country with her state-wide plea: “Protection for cats,” just hear her say. She will work for her subject ’till she wins the day. Beulah Scott To be proficient is what we aim, Both lad and lass alike for fame. Few can surpass our Latin shark— Beulah Scott sure hits the mark. THE MAGNET 23 Ethel Osgood Here’s to Ethel Osgood, a shy little maid. To her our compliments must be paid. She is quite studious and musical we suspect, And her gentle ways have won our respect. When well acquainted she is full of fun; There are none jollier—no, not one. Helen Shearer Farewell to our Helen, The fairest of fair. When it comes to “bigness,” Well, I guess she’s “there.” Ruby Garfield “Make friends and not favorites,” I believe, is her creed. It’s a good one, a fair one, and one that will lead, As she hopes some day soon, a stenographer to be. The Class of T6 wishes great success to see. Wild a Hoffman Wilda Hoffman is modest and meek; She’s worked diligently here, week after week. She is so quiet that her we might pass Without knowing she was in the class. 24 THE MAGNET Viola Quigley That Viola is backward, none can say, But a lovely maid in every way. She has worked very hard in the commercial line. And as to playing the piano, she does just fine. We wonder why she loves the “Smoky City?” That he doesn’t live in Butler surely is a pity. Georgia Kline Georgia Kline arrives about nine— Then or there abouts. She claims she has no beaux in line, But we all have our doubts. Roxie Smeltzer She works upon her subjects with zeal and energy, And none surpasses Roxie in reading, don’t you see? For it’s her one ambition to be a Reeder fair That causes many long hours spent in the twilight air. A nna Walker Anna Walker is a bashful, shy, little lass, Who for a short time has been in our class. We welcome her just the same—but, ah, me! How well she recites Latin and Astronomy. THE MAGNET 25 3iiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii£ | ATHLETICS | | By Coral M. Cunningham. = iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirH BASKETBALL. Of all of Butler High School’s major sports, basketball holds first rank. More interest is taken in this game, probably because of the high order of the teams which are put on the floor and which are always strong contenders for championship honors. During our sojourn of four years in this institution, teams representing the B. H. S. have twice won the W. P. I. A. L. championship, and during an earlier season, while not a member of the big league, our team defeated the best teams in this part of the state without the loss of a game. This is a record of which the student body and the supporters of high school athletics should feel proud. 26 THE MAGNET Especially, so, the class the January 1916, because they have done much toward the development of athletes for at least two of these championship teams. However, there is but one varsity representative, Jennings Young, who will graduate with the class of January 1916. The other varsity men who have graced our class have either quit school or have graduated with other classes. When we entered the high school in January 1912 the basketball season of that year was at its height. This team, under the leadership of Carl Cleeland, went through the season without a defeat and won the championship of Western Pennsylvania for the season of 1911-12. This was one of the fastest teams which have ever represented Butler High School, as some of the best teams in Western Pennsylvania, including the strong Central High and Kiski Academy teams fell before their onslaught. The quintette was composed of Cleeland, Bernlohr, Wise, Ketterer and Thompson. Under Captain Fred Bernlohr, the team of 1912-13 played a hard schedule of fourteen games, losing but four of them. Two of these defeats were administered by the strong Kiski Academy team, who completely out-classed every Prep, school team which they met that season. The team which won the championship of 1913-14 was made up of Young and Douthett, forwards; Wright, center ; Lewis, McCandless and Watson, guards. This team, under the captaincy of first Lewis and later Wright, went through the entire schedule with but one defeat. The team ended the season in a blaze of glory by twice defeating Peabody High in post-season games. The class of January 1916 feels especially proud of this team because of the fact that four of the five regular letter men were members of our class at that time. These were Wright Watson, McCandless and Young, of whom Young alone remains to graduate with us. With McCandless, Young and Watson as a neucleus, Coach Price built up another championship team for the season of 1914-15. McCandless was chosen captain. Winters and Byerly were chosen by Coach Price to fill up the gaps which were made in the team of 1913-Y4 by graduation. However, ill-luck seemed to pursue the quintette from the very start, and the first two league games were dropped to our old rivals, Peabody and Central High of Pittsburgh. Right on top of this double defeat, Byerly received a badly sprained ankle and was forced to retire for the rest of the season. Soon after this, Young got his foot hurt and was kept out of several games. But, not daunted by all these misfortunes, Coach Price set about to rebuild the team. The thorough way in which he did it was clearly shown by the wonderful record which the team made during the remainder of the season, and what we didn’t do to Peabody and Central on our home floor isn’t worth mentioning. The team finished the regular season tied with Peabody for first place. The game to decide the championship of Western Pennsylvania was played off in Trees Gymnasium, Pittsburgh, March 20. Two special car loads of rooters accompanied the team to the Smoky City, and the aggregation from Butler completely out-played, out-guessed and out-cheered the Peabody crew, and we were finally returned champions of Western Pennsylvania by a 22 to 20 score. The team which won the second successive championship from Peabody lined up as follows: McCandless and Young, forwards; Watson, center; Winters and Barbary, guards. Because of the fact that different men were placed at the basket guard position at different times during the season, only four regular men earned their “B’s.” Three of these, Young, McCandless and Watson, were members of our class. THE MAGNET 27 One strong factor in the continued success of our team is Coach Price, whose unremitting, never-say-die spirit has undoubtedly been a big cause of the championship being brought to Butler and retained here through so many different years. In the past six years in which he has had charge of the basket ball team in Butler High, he has won four championships of Western Pennsylvania. Three of these have come in the last four years. And now, as we stand on the threshold of another season, knowing nothing of what the future may hold for us, we, as a class, earnestly hope, and believe, that the teams which represent the Gold and White in time to come will be of that high calibre which has always marked the teams of Butler High School in the past. FOOTBALL. Football, though not supported so well as basketball in Butler High School, is, nevertheless, an all-scholastic game and is worthy of much greater consideration. The team representing Butler High in the season of 1912, the first to pass under our observation as Freshmen, played a hard schedule of six games, winning half of them. This team was captained by Mel Craig, who played tackle. The team of 1913, under the direction of “Hap” Parker, was one of the most formidable and best-balanced gridiron machines which has ever represented the Gold and White. The team went through the season winning five out of six hard-fought games. The one defeat was administered by New Castle on their own grounds, who trounced us by a 6 to o score. The other teams on the schedule fell before Butler High’s warriors by decisive scores, and as a season’s record, B. H. S. rolled up a total of 118 points to their opponents’ 9. Jennings Young, of basketball fame, played in enough games to earn his letter, and is the sole representative of our class on this memorable team. However, two of our classmates, Thompson and Ross, played on the “scrubs” and were strong factor in whipping the Varsity into shape. The season of 1914 was not much of a success. The team representing the school that year did not win a single game out of a schedule of six, and as such things are best forgotten, we will let it pass at that. However, two stars on the team were Young, at half back, and Thompson, at guard, both of whom are members of our class. The season of 1915 was a success in many ways, although no great laurels were heaped up by the team. “Bill” Younkins, of Washington and Jefferson football fame, was appointed coach, and, working with Capt. Winters, a team was produced that won 4 out of 7. The “B” men were Capt. Winters, Bliss, Mort-land, Young, Aiken, Barbary, McBride, Miller, Campbell, Shanor, McDowell, Lowry, Thompson and Heinzer. Young and Thompson were again the repre-resentatives of the Class of January 1916, and both played good football, the work of Thompson, at guard, being especially commendable. Three of our class were members of the second team, and were a great aid to Coach Younkins in rounding the Varsity men into form. These were Ross, Keefer and Cunningham. BASEBALL. Baseball, as a major sport in Butler High School, has always been marked by a decided lack of interest on the part of the student body, and each season encounters its own financial troubles. Nevertheless, there have been some good teams placed on the field in the past four years. The team of 1912 was captained by Don Emery and coached 28 THE MAGNET by Prof. Bingham. The season was not as successful as that of former years, due to the inexperience of the material. In the lineups of that time appear the names of three former classmates. There are Wright, who did part of the hurling, and McCandless and Cruik-shank, who were seen regularly in infield positions. The season of 1913 was, in many respects, the most successful which Butler High has had for many years. The attendance at the games was good, and the team was able to finish the season free from all financial difficulties. The team was captained by Fred Bernlohr, who also did the receiving behind the bat, the team being coached by Mr. Price. Our former classmates, Wright and “June” O’Donnell, did the twirling. Watson and McCandless, both former classmates, held down regular infield births. In 1913 admission was gained to the W. P. I. A. L., and league baseball was played in the spring of 1914. The battery was composed of Wright, O’Donnell and Watson. Wright was chosen captain, and also did the bulk of the pitching. The season of 1915 was marked by a decided lack of interest on the part of the student body. The powers in charge of the sport decided, at one time, to suspend baseball as a major sport. But their decision was reversed when Butler High defeated the Wilkinsburg team, twice champions of the league by a 3 to 2 score. At this time prospects were good for a winner, and the schedule was played out, with fair success. O’Donnell, captain, did the hurling, while Byerly was stationed behind the bat. CLASS ATHLETICS. Although the class of January 1916 has never won the championship of either the basketball or baseball class leagues, they have always been contenders for championship honors and have been con- sidered worthy opponents by the other class teams. When we entered the basketball league in the fall of 1912, our team ended the season tied with the class of June 1913 for fourth place, having won three out of six games. This team was captained by John Byerly. The team representing the Purple and Gold in 1913 was the fastest which has ever been placed on the floor by our class. This team would, in all probability, have won the championship if it had not been for a stringent rule which says that when a class league player makes a Varsity position, he will not be permitted to play on his class team. This rule did great harm to our team in 1913, as three of our best players, Young, Watson and Wright, were chosen for the Varsity by Coach Price. Their places were ably-filled by Cyril Barr, Bryson Ross and Coral Cunningham. But this new combination was unable to keep up the fast pace set by our former classmates and by the other teams of the league, and the best we could do was to finish in a tie for first place with the classes of January 1914 and June 1914. In the play-off for the championship, the class of June 1914 beat us by a small score, thereby putting us out of the running. That class next defeated the team of January 1914 and were returned the champions of the league. The team which represented our class as A Juniors did not show any true form and the best they could do was to finish in the cellar position, having been defeated in every game. In our A Senior year, when our hopes were soaring high, they were blasted by the announcement that the powers that be had decided that we could not be represented in the league. This was due to the fact that the candidates for the school team needed a great deal of practice to develop players to take the places of those who had been graduated or had left school. THE MAGNET 29 1 XQCJ1LS ” A SENIOR REMARKS. Eleanor W.: “The bishops asked that they be allowed to baptize without water.” Miss Miller: “Write down all you know about these points; if you don’t know anything about them, why—make something up.” Burwell: “They settled the question of fur-fishing.” Loretta C.: “Before this, when a person was insane, they thought a—he was possessed—hem—with the devil.” Raymondd T: “They laid cables all over the ocean.” Burwell: “Wordsworth’s words did not blend on the end.” Roxie S.: “Men in Cromwell’s “New Model” weren’t allowed to use swear words.” Burwell: “When a man had another man working for him, why, he couldn’t dress him up real nice. Miss Miller, commenting on a description: “Well, that is a picture, but I think it is a moving picture.” Ruby G., in shorthand class: “The children were sin twisters.” Lee Keefer has a new mode in Latin conjugation—the imperfect mode. Prof. Price: “Lincoln wrote the Gettysburg speech on a train.” Burwell: “Evolution theory was the origination of mankind.” 30 THE MAGNET Mr. Irvine: “Is air a liquid ?” Lee K.: “Yes.” Leland: “It is when it’s raining.” Mr. Irvine: “Leland, why don’t you have your lesson ?” Leland S.: “I was out last night.” Mr. Irvine: “Helen, why don’t you have your lesson; were you out with Leland ?” Lila A., in Latin: “The boys had their manes cut short according to custom.” Viola Q., in shorthand class: “I jumped into the waste-basket.” Marie D., talking about the picnic at Thorn Run dam, said “The dam picnic.” Susan: “A defective verb is one that is not all there.” Stella Z., in Virgil: “He cut the hempen chord.” Marie D., in Virgil: “Ascanius brought up the band of horseman to ‘his old man’.” Lila A. says that the youth of the ancient Troy “trimmed their manes.” Must have worn pompadours in those days, too. “Viola Q.: “I’m taking the life of Tennyson.” Eleanor W.: “ ‘Passing of Arthur’ meant Arthur’s last death.” RESULTS OF A SUDDEN QUIZ IN ENGLISH LITERATURE : Who was ruler in England in Shake-spear’s time ? M. McC.: Caesar. When was Shakespeare born ? Z. H.: Fie was born while very young. What did Marlow do for English literature? E. W.: Played Shakespeare’s plays. Who were American writers during the time of Byron, Sheley and Keats ? C. B.: Kitchner. Name two Anglo-Saxon works ? Z. H.: “As You Like It” and “Ten Nights in a Bar Room.” What is a “mystery” play? A “detective” story. Shakespeare’s play? B. FI.: “Mer- chant of Venus.” Two writers of “Restoration” period? A. R.: Hawthorne, Chancer. Three works of Goldsmith’s? A. R.: “On the Inside of a China Cup,” “The Roasted Pig,” and “Gulliver’s Travels.” Shakespeare’s plays: C. C.: “Julia Caesar.” EXAMPLES OF SPELLING. Lack of funds is the only thing which keeps the A Seniors from publishing a revised speller; also the critics disagree on several words. Examples by the “six best spellers” are given: Lee Keefer simplifies— “jaconet” to “caconet.” “denims” to “demens.” “valenciennes” to “valencissa.” “brocade” to “prochea.” “ruching” to “rouche.” Isador B. simplifies— “synovial” to “ cinovial.” “applique” to “apiece.” “peritonitis” to “perygnitis.” “doilies” to “doiles.” “crepon” to “crepone.” THE MAGNET 31 Wilda H. simplifies— Eleanor Wright: “chenille” to “shenilla.” P. M. means Post Mortem. “applique” to “apoehea.” “sateen” to “satieneen.” Bryson Ross: “dimity” to “diminity.” -A mean solar day consists of the “hosiery” to “hoisery.” average number of hours of sun- lierht. Bur well C. simplifies— “suede” to “sioade.” “brocade” to “brocTte.” EPITAPHS. “ruching” to “russhing.” “chambrav” to “shambre.” “pique” to “paque.” If we should die, this selfsame year, You may not have time, you know— Raymond T. simplifies— Suitable epitaphs to inscribe, “cambric” to “cambrique.” So we’ll save you the trouble before “jaconet” to “joquenette.” we go. “fustian” to “fuschtan.” “fichu” to “tissue.” “ruching” to “russings.” Lila Adams—“Seen and not heard. Paul K. simplifies— Floyd Allen—“Who will marry Mary?” “delaine” to “delein.” Cleo Brackney—“Better late than never.” “percale” to “procel.” “cashmere” to “cassimeere.” Isador Brier— At last I am grown to a “crepon” to “crepone.” man’s estate.” “denims” to “denoms.” Loretta Craig—“Perfectly contented.” ARITHMETICS DEFINITIONS. Lucille Critchlow—“Silence is golden.” Burwell Cummings—“Farewell.” Lee Keefer: M. means thousand (Noon). Coral Cunningham—“The meeting is A legal working day is from one called to order.” Sunday to another. Marie Douthett—“Good goods is done Leap year is the extra day the sun up in small packages.” gains. Sara Eskovitz— Short but sweet. Marion Yetter: Rubv Garfield—“Straight as an arrow.” A legal day is one that on which an important event happened and is Elizabeth Hepler — “Still water runs celebrated by all who can. deep.” Wilda Hoffman—“Little I ask; my Roxie Smeltzer: wants are few.” A bill is a written ldomized statement. Susan Tenkins—“Lives of great men all Margaret McCandless: remind us Freshies we can make A civil day is one every day. our lives sublime.” Lee Keefer—“Nobodv home.” Ethel Osgood: Invoice is a statement of goods sold Paul Kennedy—“Silence is golden; I at wholesome prices. need money.” 32 THE MAGNET Georgia Kline—“The more hurry, the less speed ??!!— Belle McCandless—“After life’s fitful fever she sleeps well.” Margaret McCandless—“Oh, I knew that all the time.” Ethel Osgood—“Thus humbly let me live and die.” Dorothy Perrin—“This is the life.” Viola Quigley—“I should worry; it’s not far to Pittsburgh.” Alberta Rauschenberger — “Hier bin ich.” Bryson Ross — “My kingdom for a pony.” Frances Roth—“Floating, not drifting.” Agnes Russell, “Oh! What shall I do? What shall I do?” Beulah Scott—“Many call, but all are frozen.” Helen Shearer—“Cruel, cruel world.” Roxie Smeltzer—“Well—a—ha—hem. Leyland Stauffer—“ ’Tis the wind and nothing more.” Dorothy Stewart—“Louder, please.” Raymond Thompson—“A Longfellow well worth knowing.” Ruth Turner—“Fuzzy.” Dorothy Vogeley—“Every one loves a fat man.” Anna Walker—“Think twice before you speak.” Helen Webber—“Come and trip it as you go, on a light fantastic toe.” Eleanor Wright—“May the reporter live as long as her jokes.” Marion Yetter—“Cause of death, talking.” Jennings Young—“Even the Young must die.” Stella Zuckerman—“Always last, but never least.” Klinglers Products Made in Butler White Pearl Flour For general family use. Made from Spring and Winter Wheat For Good Bread Every time Use DIAMOND BEST The Quality Bread Flour DON’T USE West Spring Wheat Flours for Pastry. Butler County Winter Wheat makes the finest Pastry Flour in the world. We know how to mill it just right. Always use GOOD LUCK PASTRY FLOUR H. J. Klingler Co. Millers Butler Nagy MEN OF AFFAIRS Can you think of a man of affairs without a Bank Account ? And yet every Boy desires to become a man of affairs. There is no better education for a Boy than a Bank Account. It will make a man of him much quicker than a cigarette will. Butler Savings Trust Company $1,000,000.00 CAPITAL AND SURPLUS. 106 South Main St. BUTLER, PA. THE GUARANTY SAFE DEPOSIT AND TRUST COMPANY Wants to help you to accumulate your first thousand dollars, believing that will prove to be the cornerstone of your success. Persistent saving on a well-defined plan for a few years will give you a new chance for bigger and better things. You can begin with one dollar or more and the interest will be compounded semi-annually. STUDENTS’ VISITING CARDS Latest Engraved Type Faces, High Grade Bristol Stock and Clear-cut Printing make our Cards Distinctive. Single Orders-25 at 35c, 50 at 50c, 75 at 65c, 100 at 75c. Clubs of Five— 25 at 25c, 50 at 35c, 75 at 50c, 100 at 65c. CITIZEN PRINTING COMPANY SOCIETY PRINTING PROGRAMS—ANNOUNCEMENTS—INVITATIONS—TICKETS What Great Men Have Said About Saving. No. 9 GEORGE WASHINGTON: “Economy makes happy homes and sound nations; instill it deep.” We invite your Savings Account, no matter how small Butler County National Bank THE BIG BANK BY THE COURT HOUSE Wenner Art Co. PAPERING, PAINTING AND DECORATING A SPECIALTY. WALL PAPER—the cheapest in town. UPHOLSTERING—the only place. PICTURE FRAMING—Special Prices to Students. LEATHER—All kinds. STAINS—All colors. 122 MIFFLIN STREET. Peo. Phone 1282-1. Reed’s Pharmacy Cor. Main and Jefferson Sts. Butler, Pa. Who handle the SAN-TOX line of Remedial and Toilet Preparations. We want this store to be your store. We can serve your every need in Drugs and Sundries. If you are one of Butler’s particular dressers, come here for your next Suit or Hat. WM. ROCKENSTEIN 141 S. Main Street. BUTLER, PENNA. ESTABLISHED 1874 GEO. KETTERER —Leader in— FURNITURE The Highest Quality Furniture at Moderate Prices. LOOKS THE BEST WEARS THE BEST PLEASES THE BEST 222 South Main St., Butler, Pa. ZIMMERMAN’S Specialty Store New Apparel —For— Women, Misses and Children at Popular Prices. Everything in the Sporting Goods Line SPALDING’S ONLY Lichty’s Book Store 241 S. Main St., Butler, Pa. McBRIDE I SPECIAL NOTICE—We have seem McCall Patterns McCall Magazine March Patterns Now on Sa! DECKER ed the Agency for the McCall Book of Fashions e, 10c and 15c. 3 South Main St. McBRIDE DECKER, 12 REAL ESTATE INSURANCE MORTGAGES SURETY BONDS Theo. Vogeley 247 South Main Street, Butler, Pa. The Palace Confectionery The Home of Fine Confections. TRY OUR ICE CREAM AND FRUIT SUNDAES—Best in the City. Nicholas J. Gazettos, Prop. 104 S. Main St., Butler, Pa. TROUTMANS Domestic Science Pupils will find everything they need here in “The Store Where Everybody Shops.” SPRING DRESS GOODS NOW IN ! Percales—Ginghams—Long Cloths. O. N. WILLIAMS BRO. RELIABLE JEWELERS 120 South Main St. Have you seen the New JOHN DAVID NECKWEAR Comes every month—55c-Watch for them— They’re great ! ALF. M. REIBER BRO. NEW BICYCLE SHOP BICYCLES and SUPPLIES. The ONLY place to get the BEST Bicycle made. SALVATORE SCIALABBA, Shoe Repairing Under “New Comique’’ We have in stock a full line of KEEN KUTTER TOOLS, SAWS, HATCHETS, CHISELS, BITS AND BRACES. Any Keen Kutter Tool is covered with an absolute guarantee. In case of flaw or imperfection we will replace with new tool. J. NIGGEL’S SON 130 EAST JEFFERSON ST. GOOD DRESSERS ALL GO TO Geo. Ketterer Son For the latest in Men’s Clothing, Furnishings and Hats 228 South Main Street. We are satisfied that Korrect Shape Shoes FOR MEN are the best shoes in the world for the money, but we’ll not be contented until you give us a chance to prove it. KETTERER BROS. SHOES DRESS-UP in one of Green Young’s NEW SUITS or OVERCOATS They are for “Prep” and have “pep.” Merchants National Bank, Butler The Bank for the People OPEN EVERY SATURDAY EVENING Advertise In the Magnet PAY UP YOUR MAGNET SUBSCRIPTION DRUGS PRESCRIPTION WORK A SPECIALTY. REDICK-GROHMAN DRUG STORE, E. J. C. Grohman, PTi. G., Prop. 109 N. Main St. Butler, Pa.