Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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 !

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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.

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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.