Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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.

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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

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 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