Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 62 of the 1917 volume:

Table of Contents Dedication ................... Prin., Mr. Irvine ............ Senior Pictures and Writeups. Class Calendar .................... Class Poem ........................ Literary— The Experiment ................ Beware of Ambition ............ The Coward .................... Margrethe—Lost and Found....... Editorial ......................... Snapshots .............:........... Hi Skule Waterwagon ............... A Singing Trip .................... A Little Tip from the Red and White Cartoons .......................... Locals ............................ Page 4 6 19 20 23 24 25 29 33 36 37 40 41 42 43 CLASS KITELLPS KARL KOCH and EMOGENE VAN DERHOOF 6 SENIOR MAGNET ELEANOR BELL ADAMS “Babe” Girls’ Basketball Team Girls’ Glee Club “Well known for her candy.” VERA GRACE BALDWIN “Spike” Debating Club Cast “Ici on Parle Francais’ Chorus Girls’ Glee Cllib “Better late than never” ROSE AMILDA BOYER “Roe” ‘A case of good goods in small packages HELEN GERTRUDE BEACII “Jack” Referee, Girls’ Basketball ‘Of all the poets, there's none like Miltoh JOSEPH MARION BIEDENBACH “Josie” “A quiet unassuming chap” SENIOR MAGNET 7 CAROLYN JANE BLACK “Tiny” Girls’ Basketball Team “Come, come, why that blush?” AGNES CRATTY CALDWELL “Snoods” “A charming hostess”! CHRISTIAN CHRISTIANSON “Chris” Boys Glee Club Chorus, “Bulbul” “A farmer lad am I” EMMA MAE COCHRAN “Em” Honor Student Cast, “Ici on Parle Francais” “Well deserving of honors” J LTE HAZEL THELMA COULTER “Haze” “Our fashion plate” V 8 SENIOR MAGNE7 CHARGES ROBERTSON CRONENWETJT “Chuck” Cast, “Elopnpent of Ellen Cast, “Our Boys’ Cast, “Der Neffe als Onkel Debating Club Boys’ Gljee Club Class Basketball (1) (21 “T: ie heart breaker of the class” GLAjDYS VIOLA CRUIKSHANK “Happy” “Cjver the hills to Glade Mills” j JOHN LEO DINAN “Mother” Class Baseball (3) ‘Diny wants a lawn mower, he wore out all his razor blades” HELEN RUTH DONALDSON “Rufus” Magnet Staff: Debating “Oir American History shark” Club ‘A faithft AMIL DUSTER “Dusty” attendant at April 1st meeting ' SENIOR MAGNET AVA BLANCHE EHMER “Shorty” “She speaks in a monstrous little voice” ANDREW BYRON ELIJIOT “Todd” Cheer Leader (3) (4) Class Basketball (1) (2) ? ! — ? ! (Cerfeored) HARRY MORGAN FAGAN “Kid” Vicer-President of Class Honor Student Boys’ Glee Club Chorus, “Bulbul” “Quality, not quantity” JOHN KENNETH FINDLEY “Finny” {‘Noblest is he who puts his trust in hope” DOROTHY MAE FLETCHER “Dot” Girls’ Basketball j ‘Her favorite game is golf and her fa prite play is the ‘Putt’ ” 10 SENIOR MAGNET HELEN ELIZABETH FRAZIER “Kate” Debating Clio Honor Stu lent Girls’ Basketball Team “Laugh and grow fat” JAMES McKEE GARROWAY “Jimmy” Basketball (4) Class Basketball (1) (2) (3) Class Bastball (2) (3) Boys’ Glee Club Chorus, “Bulbul” “A greayman is always willing to be little’ eat MER E JOSEPH GENS BIGLER “Gensy” Football (4) Basketball (3) Class Basketball (3) (Capt. 4) Class Basketball (2) (Capt. 3) “His favorite color is Black” JOIjlN RUSSELL GILBERT “Jack” ‘Men of few words are the best men’ ' Work. MARTHA JANE GLENN “Matty” Honor Student , work, work and then some” (4) (4) SENIOR MAGNET 11 EDITH PATTERSON GRAHAM “Edi” “It said” THOMAS HENRY GREER “Deacon” Magnet Staff Vice-President Hi-Y lj)ebating Club Boys’ Glee Club Cast, “lei on Parle Francais” Chorus, “Bulbul” “Tom likes to go Overheim; (home)” GRACE ETHEL HENSHAW “Gravy” Cast, “Ici on Parle Francais Cast, “Our Boys' “A bonnie country lassie” MARTHA ELEANOR HERVEY “Jimmy” Debating Club She likes fish because they are ‘Finny’ ” MARY TERESA HC1LT “Tess” Hojior Student j Magnet Staff “In literary work she dothVxcer 12 SENIOR MAGNET HBLEN PEARL HOOVER “Dot” Girls’ Glee Clijb Chorus, “Bulbbl’ “Thje song bird of our crowd” el: ‘Marie’; LE N MARIE HOWARD “How” ‘Scrunt’ went to the front’ CHARLES ANTHONY KEMPER “Chuck” High School Orchestra Class Reporter -I Class Baseball (2) (3) “He can make a fiddle talk” LcjlS EVELYNE KERR “Cur” CarJ be seen, but not heard” DjfLLIE MAE KLINE “Dutch” So quiet and sedate” SENIOR MAGNET lo KARL MARTIN KOCH “Cookie” President of Class Boys’ Glee Club Class Baseball (2) (3) Class Basketball (4) Cast, “Prince” in “Bulbul Chorus “Blessed be the man that invented rest” MARY HAZEL MANNY “Haze” “One of our country cousins” TILLIE ANNE MATHIESON “Till” Girls’ Basketball Team “She was a stranger and we took her in EMMA RUTH MAXWELL “Ruffie” “Ruth wants a weather ‘Vane,’ one from 'Ireland' ” preferred” FRANCES IDELL MAYS “Calamity Anne” Valedictorian Girls’ Glee Club Chorus, “Bulbul” Debating Club Girls’ Basketball Team Cast, Elopement of Ellen” Cast, “Ici on Parle Francais” “ “The idol (Irlell) of our class” 14 SENIOR MAGNET J. RUSSEL MOONE “Moonie” “Our MoCfne isn’t made of green cheese’’ BERNICE VIOLET MORTLAND “Morty” Salutatorian grains! Brains! Brains! FONSIE RAYMOND McGUIRK “Funzie’’ “Hejwants to get Richfey)” KENNEDY MILTON McKELVEY “Stew” Class Basketball (1) (2) (3) (4) f‘A Social Favorite” SIGMUND SCHAUL NAST | “Nasty Sig” “H4s iavorite apple is a Baldwin SENIOR MAGNET lft EDWARD PAUL OESTE LING “Pug” Magnet Staff Hoys’ Glee Club CHorus, “Bulbul Cast, “Ici on Pdrle Francais” Cast, “Elopement of Ellin” There is no auto like a ‘Dort’ ” ANTHONY MARK PERIfANO “Tony” “A late addition” j HELEN ELIZABETH PORTER “Hun” Girls’ Glee Club “There was a jolly Miller” EARLA ALITA RAY “Leta” “There’s music in her name” Chorus 1BETH REBHUN j “Betty” reas. of Class Cast, “Uncle Josh’s Folks t. Girls’ Basketball Team Debating Club Girls’ Glee Club Chorus, “BulbuL “A different one every night in the week SENIOR MAGNET EERTHA MAY REITH “Sus” Girls’ Glee Club Shark of Commercial Arithmetic class” SARIA KATHERINE RICHEY “Petey Dink” “Njever flunked in all her life” MILTON SAMUEL ROTH “Milt” President Debating Club President Hi-Y Magnet Staff Chorus, “Bulbul” Boys’ Glee Club Cast, “Ici on Parle Francais” Csjst, “Elopement of Ellen” fMilt is a ‘Beach’-nut” CHARLES PAUL RYMOND “Charlie” “Missed many1 a breakfast by coming to school time” on SA A CAROLINE SCOTT “Carry” can’t hear you Caroline” SENIOR MAGNET 17 ALMA JEAN SECHLER “Teddy” “She cries for the ‘Moone Pearl Irene Smalley “Mut” Man delights me not EMOGENE VANDERM “Emo” Sec. Debating Club Girl Refe ee Girl’s Basketball Cast, “Our Boys” Cast, “Meant for a roving life. The earth is too small for her name” I GEORGE ERFORD SHELIDON “Red” ‘A quter combination of red hair and rood nature’ {FRANCES ALBERTA SHERMAN “Fran” “She’ll! soon be hammering away on a little ‘Ford Piano’ ” 18 SENIOR MAGNET KENNETH CLARK VINCETT “Ken” Magnet Staff “Our detective—one eye brown, the other bliie” THEODORE KENNETH VOGELEY “Pete” Football (4) | Class Basketball (4) Chorus, ‘tBulbul” Boys’ Glee Clul ‘“pfe heavyweight of the class” CLARENCE GEORGE WAGNER “Wag” “Never! opens his mouth except to eat” I ROSALIE EMMA WAGNER “Em” “Short but sweet” JEAN ROBINSON WALDRON “Jeannie” Girls Glee Clilb Girls’ Basketball Team Chorus She doe-wT like to see summer come—‘Winters’ are her favorite” SENIOR MAGNET 19 FRED JOHN WEGE “Wig” Class (Basketball (4) Class Baseball (3) :“Mr. Castle has nothing on our? Fred” BERTHA IRENE WHITE “Sally” “Fresh from the bakery every rooming” V 4eORGE HAMILTON WHITESIDE “Motorcycle Mike” “Our speed demon” t BERTHA ELIZABETH YUND “Meridian” “Last but not least” “Last according to the alphabet Not least judging from her height.” Class Calendar Baccalaureate Sermop, Sunday, June 10. Class Night, June 12V Banquet Night, June 13. Commencement Night, June 14. Farewell, June 15. 20 SENIOR MAGNET Class Poem - Here’s to the June class of T7, They’re all very happy and bright, Here’s to the best class of them all. The class of the “RED AND WHITE.” Ask anyone in the High School Their opinion of our crowd. And I’m sure their voices will unite In singing our praises loud. For during our stay in High School We have all tried to do our best, If we didn’t know our lessons, We just stood up and guessed. Now, that’s what you call obliging On the part of our wondrous class. Now, we’ll have a word or two About every lad and lass. To begin with, there’s Merle Gensbigler, He sits at the first of the row, He makes a pretty good student And at football he sure can go. Next comes our “Little Jimmy,” His last name is Garroway, And even though he is so small Basketball he certainly can play. Then, there’s Kenneth Findley, An usher at the Lyric, you know, And some day we expect to see him As manager of some big show. Our class has two musicians, Kemper and Greer by name, And someday they’ll both be known By world-renowned fame. Chuck Kemper plays the fiddle, Tom Greer the mandolin, And the way he plays that thing at night Why don’t they pull him in? Our rosy-cheeked John Dinan Is bigger than any of us, Except, perhaps, “Pete” Vogeley, Who’s an awful heavy “cuss.” A Karns City lad is Gilbert, Whose other name is John, And in order to get to school on time Must get up about dawn. A learned boy is McKelvey, Also known as “Stew,” And when it comes to aeroplanes. He knows a lot more than you. Sig Nast is a jolly good fellow, A story writer of renown, He has a smile for everybody And was never known to frown. j .s Business Manager of the “Magnet,” Paul Oesterling was fine, i .nd in our school theatricals. Many a time did shine. We now have Harry Fagan, To be VicePresident, he is paid (?) He is now an Honor Student, And never flunked a grade. A very studious lad. He expects to be a druggist And is always happy and glad. In our class is an actor, His name is Cronenwett, And as cowboy in “The Squaw Man” He certainly made a hit. Roth will probably be President of United States, Now he’s president of Hi-Y, And presides over all of our debates.; Our class has a couple speed demons, Whiteside and Sheldon by name. And Oldfield racing beside them Certainly would look tame. Clarence Wagner and Charles Rymon 1 Are commercial students bright; They are good at taking shorthand And surely can typewrite. Joseph Biedenbach, you probably know Is a very ardent German, But nevertheless, he’s liked by all. You shall hear of Amile Duster, And he hails from the wilds of Herman. Fred Wege is another fellow Who’s a stenographer of high rank. And just to show that he’s all right. He worked two weeks in a bank. SENIOR MAGNET 21 Chris Christianson, when asked to sing We hope that you will do so, And maybe in the years to come, You might outclass Caruso. A word about Sterling Young, He’s the gentleman of our class. And certainly must be a favorite Of every pretty lass. Eleanor Adams was on the girl’s team And we will say right here, That every time she shot the ball, It went in (or came mighty near). Vera Baldwin has shown her skill As an actress, in school plays; She was also on the debating club, But will keep house some of these days As cheer leader for the High School Tod Elliott was pretty good, And to make the people holler and yell He did the best he could. Rose Bayer may be little, But graduates just the same; And Caroline is called Black, But then—“What’s in a name. Ken Yincett is a quiet fellow And studies his lessons well; If asked anything about current events, He always has something to tell. Anlhoiy Perifano Has not been with us long, But w|ien he recites his lessons, He’ not very often wrong. A littl e fellow called McGuirk, Indefed is a German shark,” And ejren in spite of his smallness afraid to go home in the dark. Isn’t A bright young lad named Moone Is a member of our crew, And that lie’s fond of autos Is very, very true. We have many lovers of poetry, One is Helen Beach, Who’s fond of all the poets, But thinks Milton is a peach. Emma Cochran is an Honor Student, And we think she deserves to be, And if you could ever hear her recite, su’d readily agree. Behold another Honor Student, Her name is Helen Frazier, She studied her lessons good and hard, And still had time left for pleasure. As literary editor of the “Magnet,” Ruth Donaldson was great; She’s a shark in all her studies And also good at debate. Behold our Valedictorian, Her name is Idell Mays; If you ask her about studying till midnight She’ll tell you it certainly pays. A dandy girl is Beth Rebhun, A pretty little lass, SOMEDAY she’ll be an actress, NOW she’s treasurer of the class. Gladys Cruickshank came to us From Glade Mills, we believe. In order to get some more education, For out there, not enough did receive. Two girls are mighty good friends And both are bright as can be, The one is called Grace Henshaw, The other—Eleanor Hervey. ? Jean Waldron is a pretty girl Fond of ice cream and cake, But there’s something she likes better, We think its name is “Jake.” Dillie Kline is very bashful As you all doubtless know, She never stays out after nine. And never had a beau. Martha Glenn is an Honor Student, And right here we might say. She ha gone to High School for four years, And never missed a day. Blanche Ehmer and Edith Graham Belong to the commercial crowd, And one would think, by the way they recite, That with special gifts they were endowed. Then, there’s Emogene VanDerhoof, To be Editor-in-chief of the “Magnet,” At anything she’s mighty good, And work on many a debate, She refereed girls basketball Didn’t hinder Mary Holt in her lessons, To show us that she could. She’s an Honor Graduate. 22 SENIOR MAGNET Our Salutaloriaii is Bernice Mortland, She certainly is a dandy; She is fond of school, but we believe Is a little more fond of candy. Ruth Maxwell has decided She would like to be a nurse, Because she thinks it a pretty good job To bring “something” for her purse. Then there’s Frances Sherman, (Not one of bakery fame), But willing to work at anything To uphold the class’s good name. Two of our class-mates from out-of-town, Irene Smalley and Leta Ray, Recite their lessons very well, But another word don’t say. Marie Howard is not very big. But we know she’s pretty brighi, And boys who take their coats off in school She thinks are not polite. Tillie Matthieson came from Grove City And her duties never did shirk. As a qiember of the girl's basketball team She did her share of the work. We now have Hazel Manny, Another country lass; Rural air agrees with studying, For she recites in every class. Another girl in our midst Goes by the name of Scott, And at all of our class meetings She’s “Johnny on the spot.” Whenever there is singing There is a girl in our class, Helefi Porter’s always near, Whose name is Agnes Caldwell, But the song crtTTed The Miller’s Wooing” She spins around the town all day Is one she likes best to hear. Jean Stechler and Sara Richey Are hlways seen together, They know their lessons all the time In sunshine or stormy weather. In chapel every morning Bertha Reith sings like a lark, But that’s not her only accomplishment For she’s some arithmetic shark. In her little car called Maxwell. We don’t hear much from Lois Kerr, A quiet little mite, But even though she is a “Kerr,” She doesn’t scratch nor bite. Dorothy Fletcher with bright red hair, Is also one of our class; And a certain football hero Thinks she’s a mighty pretty lass. We have another Bertha Whose other name is White, She must burn up the midnight oil, For she always could recite. Rosalie Wagner is little, They! say she’s “short but sweet,” And she’s certainly liked by everyone She ever chanced to meet. Hazel Coulter, as you probably know. Hails from up on the hill, And every day she comes to school, She’s dressed up fit to kill.” Helen Hoover’s wondrous singing Would soothe the wildest beast; And Bertha Yund we will remember As “Last but not the least.” —Karl Koch, ’17. SENIOR MAGNET I ljad searched our attic over an over ; gain, but I never thought it con tainecj anything but just—well, yo know what attics of old plantation mansions hold—just the relics qf slaver trunk y days, and may be a discarde or two of the present generation but I started to search. I opened cuj hoard after cupboard until I came to the l st one. While looking through rjoticed a small door nailed shut, you know how a locked door it I Now stand Thd body two found Cabin must Then LITERARY T1 THE EXPERIMENT CHARLES R CRONENWETT “THE DIARY OF JOHN AND GEORGE HUME.” The pages were yellowed by age and the ink had nearly faded away but I started to read and this is what I found: Seventh of October, 1855—This is V our birthday; we are fifteen years old. :o Jack aiuL-1- ,ha.u; decided ■4d 1 a we make: one want to peek through the keyhojle, but a nailed door with a sign on the outside saying—Private—really excites one’s curiosity. I wisn’t long in forcing the door; it wasn’ much bigger than a small cupboard and the first thing I noticed was strong musty odor. I crawled through the opening and found myself in a Small room about ten by twenty feet and just high enough for me to erect. room had likely been some-den for there was a table with dhairs, some books, and a little charcoal heater. I started to look over the books and one to be a copy of Uncle Tom's an autograph edition, in faci, another Smalley’s works on “Treatment of Diseases by Herbs.,’ Someone ave been a doctor, I thought. I noticed a dust covered vol lime with an old quill pen lying across it and upon investigating found it marked: keep a ek at a diary. Each will write for a time. Yesterday we found th and we are going to make it c ur cozy room. Ninth of October, 1855—T made a discovery. I found book of Mammy Loo’s. 1 will it in the diary tomorrow. It is on herbs and witchcraft. Tenth of October, 1855—We book all through last night. It about changing the form of a Jack and I may try it some da}. Fourteenth of October, 185 this is my week to keep the di I’ll tell you about our find. In Mammy Loo’s- book it says to take thfc dried herbs of the purple swamp lilv and make a tea, drink the tea, and say “numbely umbely sibety say—I wish that 1 may become a bird today]’ Then one changes to a bird. To get back one drinks a tea made of the dpwn o. the white thistle and say the rhyme backwards and one gets back to his original shape. We are going to try it lav we an old escribe a book read the ells all person. Well ary and Fifteenth of October, 1885—We are going to try the experiment. George 24 SENIOR MAGNET is goi )g to be an owl and I’m going to be an pared eagle. We have both drinks pre-I will write tomorrow and tell you vfhat we do today. Ilefe the diary ended. I was so sur-priscc at finding such an ending after so in eresting a narrative that I was like t|ie Irishman who looked speech less. Aftfcr I had recovered my bearings I started to explore the rest of the room. I fou id one end to be partitioned off but before I had time to investigate further I heard Uncle Joe call, “Ho! Marse Henry he’as Miss Bessie.’’ I 1 :ft my explorations at once at Uncle Joe’s call for we always left every liing when Miss Bessie came. I told Bessie of my find and we de cided Ito go and ask Mammy Loo. Ma tales an no one ebber heered ob deni since. Fo about ten yars arter dey done gom an ole owl an an eagle used to lib up in dat attik an I declare to goodness dat dey wus the spirits ob dem boys jest hauntin dare old play house. None ob de niggas would shoot dem birds for dey witz afraid ob de ghosts but one day when dat Sherman guy arid his sojers cum along one ob dem low!down white trash shot dat der owl an busted its wing. Well dat eagle jest flew down and grabbed dat owd in his talons an jes done flew up on de roof vif it. Den another sojer done took a pot shot at dat eagle en hit it too but dey didn’t kotch it. “Well, arter dat we niggers done neber saw dose birds again an your grandfatter done nail up dat attik an nmy Loo is the oldest nigger on nobody has eber ben up dere til the plantation, a relic of slavery days, and knows all the war stories and ghost hat a.re told for miles around, so i we asked her if she had ever heard of John and George Hume and when she replie 1. “she did,” we asked her to tell us the story. And this is her story : “Lan sakes chile, whar did you all eber hear ob Marse John and Googe? Doan’ yon eber tell Marse Henry dat I done foie you about dis, or he shore done sell me down de ribber. Dose boys done run off when dey was about fifteen yars old and we hain’t nebber heered ob dem since. “I) 3 used to stay up in dat attik and eber since dey left de place has done been spooked. Dose boys dey done stole ny ole witch book and some ob der dad’s fitrnieture and des disappead mammy came to lib here. Now you all tell Marse Henry dat you coz lie done fobid to ebber ob dem boys agin.” Well, after this narrative Mis Bessie and I went up to the secret room and after again inspecting the diary ventured to look behind the curtain. There we saw two skeletons. I carefully gathered them up and took them to Miss Bessie's father for examination, for he is something of a naturalist. After carefully examining them he pronounced them to be skeletons of an old barred owl and a bald pate eagle, species now nearly extinct. Evidently the experiment had not succeeded. youa doan [ tole speak BEWARE OF AMBITION HELEN FRAZIER T never hear that sound that I am not reminded of my terrible episode. Thus the palsied, old man began hrs narrative. Years ago when I was young, several SENIOR MAGNET 25 companions and I started on a voyage in an air ship. We set sail all right and our first hundred miles were made at good speed. 1 was not satisfied with the progress we were making so started to put on more speed. Oh, woe to me. That hapless machine let loose and whirled around and around, up and down and every way. It was impossible for me to stop it. For miles and miles we went whirling about. Suddenly it grew dark and dank and black shallows enveloped the sky. A dread-gale arose and drove us faster and fasler. We did not know what miriit would perish. 'Lhen—in that dark moment of de-r I cursed the day that I set sail; I coursed the heavens and the earth, howling winds continued and proceeded farther and farther in manner. Suddenly with a horrible jolt we stopped. We were poised in mid air and that wretched machine refused to move either way. The winds gave way to a violent thunder storm. Lightning Hashed and flamed across the black sk_vf and revealed giant oaks and poplars bending below. The jagged lightning struck several trees and sent the bark and twigs high above our heads. Then, oh horrible sight! there below on the ground were wispy figures flitting here and there. These figures were dressed in long filmv white robes and their forms were Th we this invisible. All to be seen was their ghostly pallor. They moaned and gave forth wild blood-curdling yells, mingled with groans. Rusty chains clanked and more figures appeared until the ground was covered with apparitions, apparitions, I say! for they appeared to be ghosts of dead soldiers who had come out to join the mighty conflict that was raging in the angry heavens. They formed in rank and began ascending. Up, up they came until they reached our level. Again they formen in line and the leader cried, “Charge!” With this, that dreadful army, reeking with decay rushed at us. They pointed their long, bony fingers at us in mockery and laughed. It was such a laugh as no human being had ever heard before. Ah, its tone rings in my ears yet! My companions, terrified, fell from the machine, but I, miserable wretch was left to face that spirit horde alone Three times they formed in line and charged at me with their ghastly mockery and wild laugh. At length the leader cried, “Seize him, men, he is ours.” Just then one awful, slimy, creeping hand grasped at my throat. Oh God! 1 found my heart and prayed. Prayed as I had never prayed before. God is merciful! He heard my prayers and those awful forms vanished like mist. 1 knew no more. At last I wakened and found myself in my native land. Now, my son, take warning—Beware of over ambition. THE COWARD BETH REBHUN In the town of West Saxon, near ing back and forth just across that London, England, the excitement of narrow strip of water named “English war reigned supreme. Spring of 1916, Channel.” This little town was almost and still the mighty conflict was surg- drained of men, except those too old 26 SENIOR MAGNET his finger tips as he lessened their speed, when glancing up and across the room as if seeking the latent force that would give him definite motion he met a pair of eyes. They had no color to him. It was only their message he read, which was, “I understand, .but wait.’’ Norm dropped his chisel and the clang as it hit the cement floor yoke him from his revery and again his hands began their sure rapid work and with mechanical regularity ;the shells were finished. All thought exfcept the work at hand had vanished. That night he worked over time, finishing up extra shells that were needed for the shipment the next day; working untiringly. He did not notice anything to fight or too young, and Norm Eslinton. Norm was the subject of ridicule and the principal actor in our story. He had stayed at home now through three years of war, answering no call to the colors and, as everyone thought, feeling no pride, no love, no loyalty to his mother country. The name of “Coward” had been given him, shouted at him with all the vehemence of an old loyal Tory, and it had been his only name fo]r two years. He had worked untiringly and had kept his mother, his only relative, the only one he had to love, and who cherished him with a selfish mother-love that grew with every feeble beat of her old heart. He had kept her as few in those troubled around him, not even the hands that times had been cared for. Spending, and taking pleasure in spending his all on her, he seemed to get his only solace, from the tender smiles of this wasted body, hiss mother. It seemed impossible that this fragile tiny woman of fifty-one could possess, body and soul a boy—no, a man; twenty years old, tall, clear-eyed, not handsome but clean and attractive. But this was so, for Norm idolized his mother. All the sneers, even his name, Coward,” seemed to fade when she smiled. But they came back with the night, and reject them as he would, they rose and taunted him with their truth. A desire filled him to prove them false but with the day light this thought fled, and again he endured the jeers with downcast eyes and worked steadily finishing the shells that his army needed so badly. Today the struggle seemed harder to bear. He must go away. Anything but stay here. Even remembering his mother’s clinging hand and smile only handed the shells to him at the needed moment nor took them away when they were finished. A shell done but the hands did not supply another. He turned impatiently and a low vpice spoke, “That was the last.” Curipus. he glanced up and met the eyes, gray tliey were and steady, but, still greater, their owner was a girl. Norm was bewildered and annoyed What right had she to put him in such an embarrassing position and what should lie say? Then realizing that he must say something he blurted but “Thank you.” “Oh, that’s all right. I knew you were tired and w'orried and the shells weren’t heavy. I saw that you were thinking only of the work and I wouldn’t be noticed so I just had to. help—England. My name is Nellie.” A strange feeling filled Ncrm for these were the first kind words he had received, except from his motier. for so long that, boyishly, he had a big longing to cryr. “It was mighty good of you—ah!—Nellie, but vou see, it seemed to strengthen his purpose. His might place you in an embarrassing po-hands grew clumsy tightening the cop- sit ion because I am known as the per bands. Once the machine scraped ‘Coward.’ ” The last word came as if SENIOR MAGNET 27 a sharp knife had cut the air. Defense filled the word and agony of spirit was the echo. He looked again into the eyes and he was sure they understood for they were filled with tears. Hejturned away and when he looked again she was gone, lie called aghin and again but no reply came except the ech J of his own words. Going home through the dark iin-lighted streets he thought of rm ny things, most of all, of Nellie. Co dd she shave been a spirit that had comq to helj} him or taunt him with its evasive-nes!. But as he thought of the te irs a si rengthening of purpose crept into his mind and he was the nearest hjip-py he had been for over three years He opened the door of his niothei room cptietly so as not to disturb her if asleep, but ready to tell her the day’s happenings if she was awake. He walked o the bed; whispering her name but receiving no answer, lie stooped to kiss her as was his custom every night Torching the smooth white cheek with his lips, a cold tremor shook him Why did that check that was always so warm now feel so cold to his touch ? Cotfld this one who meant more to him than honor or life be—oh, could sliej could she? Turning on the light he bent, gazing, almost fascinated into his mother’s face. She was still, so still, but a happy, yet sad smile lit up the transparency of her face like a lamp and he knew that a soft breeze had carried her patient and willing soul into the great beyond and—he was free Then sobbing like a small boy he laid his head on her pillow and wept, as only a man can weep, for it was no easy burden to carry with no one to comfort him. TJiree days later she was buried in the tiny graveyard on the hill, at her feet her husband, on either side, her daughters and at the head of the new- made grave stood the only one left to bear the toils of the woHd. Norm stood there as if he could not leave this place which contained all that was rightly his, but still he was free to go. Go? Yes, but where? Then there arose again the struggle anfl now no hands or eyes stayed him and Mars had another plaything added to his list. Three days later at the recruiting station on James Street, London, Norm handed his name for active service. Surgeon Howe glanced up as Norm was taken in for examination. “Private Eslinton, sir, for examination, sir! Again Surgeon Howe glanced sharply at him. “Eslinton! Norman Eslinton, presume?” “Ye sir’’ answered Norm earnestly. “I have a letter here, Private, stating you are known as—ah —‘The Coward,’ is that not right? Norm was dazed but answered, “Yes, sir.’’ “Have you no explanations? came sharply from the Surgepn. “No sir,” Norm answered firmly. A smiling amused look lighted up the Surgeon’s face and he said, “All right; my lad you will do, and I am afraid the sender of this letter is mistaken, much to my pleasure. Now go in and win for--------’’ he looked at Norm and smiled but Norm shook his head and said, “for England, sir. The Surgeon grasped his hand and said, “She is my bride too.” Long weeks of training followed There were hard battles to.be won, tactics to be mastered before he should prove efficient for active service. At last orders came to embark and all was made ready. Everyone seemed to have someone to say good bye to but Norm who stood alone at the prow of tin; transport while others were saying their last farewells. Gazing into the crowd of mixed faces he realized that he was alone, having not even a friend 28 SENIOR MAGNET to shake hands and say, “See you later.” He was standing there gazing, hoping that a fleeting, teary smile might find its way to him when an ensign brought him two neatly folded notes. A business like farewell from the Surgeon and another read, “Prove, boy, that you are what I know you are and bless you.—Nellie.” These two little messages brightened the whole universe and were tucked away in his breast pocket, to be always kept there, and when the boat left the dock, Norm was whistling and being called heartless by all but a few. The summer of 1916 was drawing to a close and still the lost forts, Martin-puich and Courcellette had not been recaptured. Every hour of daylight was used in an unrelenting drive by the English, concentrated at these two points. Line after line of the German trenches had been captured but for weeks this trench had held out against attack. Charge alter charge had been made but at one curve of the trench two machine guns were placed and all attacks were repulsed. Many tricks had been played in the effort to win this point but still the line held. This line was Germany’s last stand and to hold it until winter insured the possession of these two forts, so heavy forces were concentrated here. Order came from Sir Dorcas Huey, commander in chief, to have a man creep to this curve and bomb at close range these machine guns. Volunteers were many so Norm kept one machine gun manned instead of offering himself. Watching the man creep cautiously across the space only to be spotted by a search light and pathed or shot, acted as a brake on himself. He was not weak, he only saw that that plan could never work and his mind was busy with a new plan. Noting that each man left at about two o’clock and that the trench was quiet until five when the flag was raised, and also that each man was dressed darklv as he started across the intervening space he at last had the basis forj his idea. Going to General Havick he was re fused admittance because of a council going on. Again he sought admittance to the hut but again was turned l)ack. That night for the first time the autumn mist crept over the trenches. Realizing that if the forts were to be taken before winter something must be done quickly, he again sought General Havick. The council was still on for the tent was lighted, so plunging past the guards he entered the hut. '1'he men around the table started up, reaching for their revolvers, when one of them spoke, “Well, well, boy, if it isn’t my friend the------.” A pleading look passed over Norm’s face and; the voice finished, “Norman Eslinton.” Norm reached out his hand and grasped that of Surgeon Howes, too overcome with conflicting emotions! to speak. General Havick, dealing bluntly with the interruption asked, “Well, sir, what news?” Again Norm was all business. “I wish to speak regarding the destroying of the curve machine guns. May I outline a plan I am sure will succeed?” General Havick looked questionly at the faces around ; the rough table. They all signified consent, so he said, “Proceed.” Norm began, “As you have noticed, when a searchlight strikes a dark object through the mist the figure is distinctly seen, outlined, but if it strikes a white object through the mist the figure is hazy and the outline obscure and it is almost impossible to hit the figure shot at. Now, sir, we have sent out men at two or three o’clock and the German trench has been accustomed to the time. So here is my plan :— SENIOR MAGNET 29 Send out a man as usual, then about five when the mists are clearing I will go out wrapped in white and when you hear the first bomb go off, have all the troops charge and while you are crossing the space I will see that they are kcpt: busy and the machine guns destroyed. Now, sir, does it go?” All the faces were grave with thought, so Norm stepped outside to permit them to discuss the plan. Soon Surgeon Howe came out and placing his hands on Norm’s shoulders he said, “Good hoy, I can only pray it works.” Tl at morning just as the mists wavered faintly in the breeze a white cloaked figure crept over the mound in front of the British trench, creeping half doubled along the ground, farther and farther away until its movement became one with the movements of the fog. Now the fog was thinning, there the search light, a wavering pencil of light, nearer, nearer, nearer! Why didn’t it strike him? There a shadowy form loomed in its focus but the figure widened, shortened, narrowed, lengthened. How was anyone to hit a phanthom thing like that? A few reports sounded but the figure had disappeared. Could Norm, the laughing Norm, the one to whom all turned for spirit when war seemed driving them insane, could he have been killed? Then all at once an ear-splitting peal rent the air, closely followed by another and another. Out of the trenches pounded the British troops, eagerly taking up the distance between them. Had not one man done it, so why not they f As Surgeon Howe ran, urged on by tie repeating thunder of bombs as they were thrown he panted, “Good gosh ! How many of those things did that man carry? One is bad enough but I’ve counted eight and expect to hear another in a minute. He said he would keep them busy. ‘Coward!’ Bosh!” At nine o’clock the British forces were in possession of the trench and Generali Nivelle from the south had taken possession of the trench and Forts Combles and Buchavennes. The roll was called to determine the dead or missing and Norm was found wanting—Norm, the hero, missing! Regardless of commands the men broke ranks and scattered but it was Surgeon Howe that found him. Down in the curve, using for support a broken machine gun, he called to the Surgeon for aid and then collapsed. The men carried him to the General’s tent and, laying him on the cot, went out and joined their comrades to await news. The surgeon ordered all from the tent and began investigations. “It's no use, sir. You see they got me the first thing but I had to put out those guns because I knew my plan was good, sir. ‘I’m no coward.” His voice with its catch of weakness, its hesitation, went on, “Have I made good, sir, for England?” A fluttering hand reached out and grasping the hand of General Howe in a grasp born of agony he tried to speak, “Tell Nellie, I promised Mother------.” But it was too late, for the gates had opened wide and the soldier’s soul had passed through. But those last words told the secret of “The Coward.” MARGRETHE—LOST AND FOUND MARY HOLT In the little town of Darlington the the dark old stone mansion on the hill only foreboding shadow seemed to be side facing the town. The children of 30 SENIOR MAGNET the town looked upon it and Its owner with driad, but their parents were all well acquainted with its dismal story and it ?as no longer of any particular interest (to them. I 1 he Owner of the mansion was William Sti art, a hard, miserly man who could boast of few neighbors and no friends. I At the age of thirty-five he had married a charming girl of nineteen aiuj it soon became known that it was the! social position as mistress of that stately old mansion rather than the devotion of the man that had won her heant. Two years later a pair of little strangers came to their home. The car ? of the two children occupied most of fhe young wife’s time and her great loye tor her babies either made Margrethe. vgrave with scarcely the semblance ot grief on the part of her hard-hearted husband. Martin grew up and attended school with the rest of the boys of the toivn lie sought his pleasures in their lies- s rather than in his own. As for William Stuart little can be said of the fifteen years of his life after the disappearance of his child and the death of his wife except that he grew more sullen than of old. He no longer hesitated to say that all he had, which was no mean fortune, he would gladly give if he could only have his daughter and her mother. But the mother, lie knew, was beyond recall and he no longer entertained any hopes of finding her oblivious of or indifferent to her husbands cruel neglect. For two years and a half she was apparently happy, but one day her happiness was turned to the deepest sorrow. The babies, Martin and Margrethe, were playing in the yard one sunny afternoon when a man who had been lurking near the gate, entered and began to talk tx the children. lie talked a few minutes and finally took Margrethe in his arms and walked away. Martin, being too young to understand the real significance of the act, wandered about among the flowers. When Mildred jStuart went out to look for the children she was frantic at the loss of her baby girl. Rough, stingy and unkind as Wm. Stuart was he spared neither time nor money in his search for his little daughter. As his efforts became more hopeless and futile he became more neglectful of his wife’s happiness, for he unjustly laid the blame of his misfortune on the shoul- LOne evening he was particularly lonely and he decided to attend the.religious services being held in the little church at the foot of the hill. The minister was an evangelist from a western state and his daughter sang at most of the meetings. lie knew he would enjoy the songs and he could leave if he did not wish to listen to the sermon. With the last thought uppermost in his mind he went to church. He almost wished he had remained at home but from the moment that Margaret Miller began to sing he was unable to give his attention to any one else. Why did her beautiful face attract him so? Did he not hate all Why did she women ? such disturbing memories of his bring back - fn' happy wife? He would leave at once, lie thought. Then again he decided to stjjjy, and stay he did until services were over. As he stepped thorugh (he church door he was much surprised to see Martin walking away by the side ders of lfis young wife. All the love oj Rev. Miller’s daughter. His heart that she lavished upon her baby' son ' suddenly filed with dislike for the girl, could not brighten her cloud of sorrow Why he felt that way he could scarcely and she sank prematurely into he tell unless it was because she reminded SENIOR MAGNET 31 him of his loss. He had no faith in women and he selfishly decided that Martin should not become a friend of Margaret Miller’s. As he walked home lie risolved to send his son to relatives in a distant city. Martin was given no choice in the matter and his father tcdd him to go on the first train in the morning. In his heart he rebelled against such injustice. All his life he had onged for a sister and now when he was about to know the friendship of a girl of his own age, why was he Inured away like this? He almotet wished he had never met Margaret Miller hut he knew to remonstrate with his father would only make matters worse. His father went with him to 'flie train and in his gruff way wished him a safe journey. As the train disappeared a great wave of unutterable loneliness swept over William Stuart and he felt that he could not go immediately back to his empty home so he decided to walk dowi a quiet street. He passed Margaret Miller and he lowered his head in shame when he thought how unjustly lie had sent Martin away from her. He had not gone far until he noticed a small gold locket lying on the walk, He nicked it up and turned it over in his fingers. “How familiar it looks. Didn't 1 give one something like it to Mildred the Christmas before we were married?” he thought. “I wonder where it is?” He turned it over once and finally opened it. He staggered blindly toward the fence for support. Could he believe what he saw? A yet ihe picture could be none oth than his and his wife’s. He had no more time for thought for a trembling hand on his coat sleeve suddenly brought his hack to his senses. “Did you see my locket? I lost it on this street.” He turned to answer his ques- 1 L . .nd her tioner and found her to be Margaret Miller. “Where did you get this locket? Whose pictures are there? Tell me, child,” he said almost kindly. “I have had it ever since I can remember. Father said I had it when he got me from the home.” “What home? Where is your father? Tell me about yourself,” and the questions came so fast that Margaret was bewildered and asked if he would like to see her father. “Yes, yes,” said the trembling old man, “Take me to him at once.” Margaret, still surprised at his agitation, led the way to the house where she and her father were staying. “Where did you get this 'girl?” was Wm. Stuart’s first abrupt question. Mr. Miller seemed much taken by surprise at such a question. He had long dreaded the time when the question would he asked, for he loved Margaret as if she were his own daughter, yet he little imagined that a man like Wm. Stuart would ask it. Then the thought came to him that if he did not tell she would always be his. Just then Margaret said, “Tell him, Father, T believe he has a right to know.” With a hope in his heart that this might not be any one who would lay claim to Margaret he began his story and Wm. Stuart listened as one who was afraid he might miss even one word. Mr. Miller said he had one son who was five years old at the time they took Margaret into their home. “My wife and I had talked many times of adopting a little girl to he a sister to Robert. We went to an orphan’s home and there Margaret was shown us. They said that a man brought her there one day and told a pitiful story of how the baby’s mother had died and he had no one with whom he could leave 32 SENIOR MAGNET the child. Tie also stated that he would Stuart and, with an aching heart, gave provide well for the child if they would her to her own father. take care of her. The Matron agreed to this and the man left the child with them. They never heard of the man after that nor did they learn his motive for abandoning the baby. They gave her to us and ever since she has been like our own daughter. We asked her name and her baby lips lisped a name that sounded like ‘Margaret’ and that is what Jive called her. She had worn this locket when she had come to the home anti she wore it when she came to us. Whose the pictures were we never knew, but we supposed they might be of her father and mother.” “Theylare of her father and mother; wife,” said Stuart. With tears of joy Wm. Stuart clasped his long lost daughter to his breast. He told them about his young wife, his two babies and that because of sorrow his wife had filled an untimely grave. The girl's name was Margrethe, he said, but she had been unable to say that and had called herself “Margaret.” Unjust as it seemed, the man who had been her father for fifteen years found evidence that she belonged to Wm. Rev. Miller returned to his home aiul wrote to his son, who was going to ccillege, that Margaret was now lost to them. But Robert was not so sure of that for the fact that Margaret Miller was now Margrethe Stuart threw jail entirely different ray of light on the whole affair. He made a flying trip to Darlington to see Margrethe before he answered his father’s letter. He find Margrethe a very happy girl irtin had come home and V m luart was a changed man for Mjar-ithe's wish was his law. Robert spent a few days with the happy family and this is what he wrote in answer to his father's letter: “Dear Dad: “I just returned Your loss was my from Darlington, gain. If you [lid lose Margaret, I found her. We are goi ng to be married as soon as I graduate in June, and then we go back to live with ‘Father’ Stuart in the old stone mansion on the hill. Answer sopn and congratulate, Your happy son, ROBERT.’1 SENIOR MAGNET 33 IT Lc U D I] STAFF Editor-In-Chief Kathryn Douthett Assistant Editor (.race Oswald Literary Editors—Robert Oberly, Inez Dougan Alumna Editor Margaret Ijcnt)inger Athletil Editor FrO T ML'A!|JTne Exchange Editor—Ruth Heineman School Notes Editor- Richard Holman' Business Manager Raul Jenkins First Ass’t. Business Manager—Fobert Fiscus Second Ass t. Business Manager—Harry Graham SENIOR MAGNET COMMITTEE Paul (Jfcsterling, Chairman Beth Rebhun [ Charles Cronenwett Mary Holt Kenneth Vogeley Kenneth Vincett Emogene Van Derhdpf Charles Kemper . Faculty Manager -George Shaner TERMS Si ty cents a year payable in advance; ten cefits per copy. Address all communications of a business nature to the Business Manager; Exchanges, Contributions, etc., to tie Editor, Mary Holt. I TIIE MAGNET published monthly, except Jily, August and September. Entered as Second-class matter December IS, UK)7, at the postoffice at Butler, Pa., under the Act of fnngress| of March 3, 1879. I_________________________________________ « ■■■ II .� H- M ■ ■■ ■ EDITORIAL ■■ — I |■ H .-!-«■ ■■ ■ MARY MOLT As we near the end of our high school; course, we feel more and more a sense of regret. We have, after four years of the closest association, come to love this place very dearly. To some of us, whose school days are nearly at an end forever, it seems as if we leave all our youth behind within those four brick walls. The ties and friendships formed here are necessarily nearing an end, for once out of daily touch with each other we shall form new ties and new friendships. Along with the sense of regret comes likewise a feeling of pride and elation. We, too, have been at least partially prepared to meet the demands placed; upon its by a busy world. We are all' ready and anxious for the fight. What the future holds in store for us we know not. Yet, to our eyes, blinded by enthusiasm, everything stretches out fair and promising. Now at the end of our high school life we can gaze back over the past otball us so four years with more widely opened eyes than once we gazed. We understand more clearly the rules and discipline placed upon us by those “higher up.” We appreciate most deeply the consideration and patience which our teachers past and present have shown to our whims and heedlessness. We love to think of our champion and near-champion basket and fo teams, whose prowess afforded much exhuberant pastime. There is but one thing that most of us are glad to be done with and that is those try ing Friday morning literaries more quaking knees and husky No more stuttering would-be rhetorical declam Alas! all the joys and sorrows are end ed—and what remains? A world who cares little for sentiment and gayety, for the hopes and ambitions of youth. A world who demands the best that is in us; who wants the doer and not the dreamer; No oices. utterances of t ions 34 SENIOR MAGNET who cru'shesrifte delinquent and urges Farewell is the bitterest part of gra l-forward the champion. A world who nation. But it must be said: tjj tIn robs us of our energy and enthusiasm classes who come after us we wish the and gives us in return—age and dust, greatest of success. May they profii “Even such is life.’’ At least that is by our mistakes and leave behind them what those who once stood where we an illustrious name! May they be as now stand, tell us. happy as we have been. Again to our Yet we behold a still unconquered instructors we give our heart-kh territory where we can work out our thanks. May they live long and pros-aims and ambitions, where we can gain per. glory and honor. Rah! for Butler High! —--------------------------------;—7—;------------------ Doing Our Bit This war's an awful thing, To Professors Wick and Shaner We all must do our bit, A lot of the credit must go; So the High School students did theirs- Also Misses Houston and Orr And certainly made a hit. Are to be praised for the success of They presented a little play For the benefit of the Belgian Relief, The Belgians, as you all know, Are in a state of distress and grief. The play was a comic operetta, Known as “Bulbul” by name, And all of those who were in it To dol their best, was their aim. the show. The accompanist was Helen Lejedom W ho helped the good work along. And last but not least comes each student Who had a speech or a song. SENIOR MAGNET r 36 SENIOR MAGNET rhe. Tf.0W f “ F) N £ { niRiiiiM ■f II tttrrr ft ? py t- b v friJL ftWEmc QuTiZs SENIOR MAGNET 37 Hi Skule Waterwagon All Get On Eventually JUNE, 1917 Why Not Now chufk” Cron’WeT, edYtear.. “beTy RebHuN, ejnyTresS. wj alL wisH to anNunce R inteli- I sTole a kls the othEr niTe, shun to eDit this most iLluMinous pa- my conShunce huRt alAck, Per in R Klas of juN '17. We hopjE I guess I’ll go agAin toniTe that it will hev a lOng life. aNd put the Durn thing bak.—Paul. O. nOtUs. It will B a graTe help 2 thE ed r-Tearo, if, on faRther notUs the Porti rs will hand in all nues that K, wE hope that the funkshun of this hEre PapeR will B carried out as it w iX. oriGinallY started—2 bring AbovT klAs feloWship betWeen gen tleM|n and LadiEs. 3 wik sez this Is the beSst kLas usiK since the klAs that he graduated with, B-4 most uf us wuz Born yet. JonLy he dont no us as R mOtn-ers dl. SUM KLAS. R ivaTerwagen is absitiveLy dry iN affares, War or otHerWise, cept we Like ithe haWaiians for their Ili-Lo drEs|z, the chinEse for thEr Q’s, the for his sOurkrot and mR, Turn-r his smile. Bo for n klZr Er fc POtery. Whe« U see a BashFul Senior blUsHing skaRlet in the Face eveRf time He pulls his Watch out, Therj’s a wOman in the cAse. He wlooed her with SeeMing eeeee hE gaZed into hEr iiiiiii She sed, “Kum off, U little ttttt U cant kid, mE, I’m yyyyyyyy.” Srs. were borN fur biG thingS SoPhs were bOrn for sMalL, it hasnt Been reCordEd whY the freShies were Born aT alL. A ■ rwm-bling,,'-‘— A TumBlinG, buT nobudy cAreS, 1 itS coMmon A freShmaN IS faLling doWn stairs sOcyTe. thE parTy at shErers wUz suCess. the Eats beln ise kAke. dAnsing wuZ the pi rtikular fEture uf the Evenin, wile th; orkes-trE frum hi sKule plaid tHe MusiK. wE hope tHat their will B m(|Re. a gRate 'rem iNG. OPINUNS ON KiSSiN (bi sum meMbers uf the kLaS.) liaRy Fagln—no hi sKulE edUka-shun complEte withOut IT. TilLie MathiEson—grAtest purt on Urtli, barryiNg BasKet Ball. cllas Cron’WetT — Depen Ds on Tvme, plAse and gUrl. pOllv SterLing—i’m not all;owed 2 F.mOgEne Van, ctC—a private maT-ter not 2 B disCussed in puBl|k. Beth reBhuN—-gRate liF - ef you aont weken. iDle Maize—dont See whY not, they did it in the Bible. 38 SENIOR MAGNET eLeifOT a +Am?r—a1Rftc ct H-rlor get kot. At t le dAte of this IshUe ther hez ben mi rlages. wE no a Jonny in tOwn whO iKes apPles, espeshuly Bald Wins. tmijene Van, etc., wuz talcin a grate IntErest iN the cirKus purAde tother dAy, lait wuz disappointed wHen shE didNt ;eE her caMel paSs. wE vury now 01 France WE wasl-I i The b Print Hs. e V Oner. :hinK thaT the weTher will B Arm arOund Wald ruN frUm i, becaz Winters is wEnt to boYs atelEticKs—nuF cEd. Po DEATHS ebk that G y gton, Chris col Embus, Abe liXcOln and sum others R ded, but fur inefit of tHose who dont, we TheSe feW woRds. apPlY. voGue ....................iDel Maize loRlicks................. Ken vcfeEly Cold duSt twiNs...................doT fLe.cher Til Matl iEsn aRinse alBurt.............cuRl C oKe nEnnes Talkum...........blanch j liner ;Tile pit’s suTs..........frEd wlge uTcli Klenzer............Ileln f aSer aeBeco tOoth paste....chUck rlinoncl Ndian Motersicles.....vera bAl wiN naRy gorDun perFume....aMil dustEr Iss .............eLenor acAms bels sOuP......eMojene Vat) etc. InaRy g' (1 EEr kl n. caniPbel e weTher foRcaSt. eiTher rain or claAr fur todijy, B :auz its 2 hOt to snO. Nu Arrivals. TherE wuz no wun Born todaY that we no, so we dOnt hev any names to GO unJ) er this heAding. and mt kese uf R they R jeckts. Ther dA, an edYtoriAls the ScarciTy uf pAper and the Nu-merOcrty of frEshman on acct uf there wAssti iTencss heV cauzed aLl eX aminA; huNs to B 4-cluDed this Year, we R vury thAnkful to The freshMen iRvin E. ltLy lites wur PlaceD in frUnt Hi skUle bldg. wE suppOsc to thrO liTe on the dArk sub- wuZ a cirkus in tOwn tother Many uf Us wenT. •pumoQ jn apH—PJVM3H ■ pj se.w 3|gns pile AiuiuEg ipog uaqj, ' 1T!S fof 3|Sf|S pue ‘sjgaapng aqi u'jjpis sampans ‘l)3S ! SB ‘inq aaqaiis s uiys p3 j3ns aisyjs og ya nqs . pas Xsng ptaq ns ym qang o) aqjj noip jsap'-jnoM aigns,, (ps Apiueg ubapns )epi Suppps doj s ipuiig Auiiuys pas aps i g.ia png paqo s uo;jyes ajsng ’jpjs jpS qj img Amuiys qs js ]3 ]s apt U3jj3|s s p Qns [ jjms jnq ‘jaapyjs e pasj ns qguis yiuuieg •jaypns s jyuus uiuieg ( dg|i azHld) 4S3UQ0 VOHs U1 Aaooa aThelEticks. Urls basket baLl tEm uf pRurcd vtTfy cffistrn.Yt noTus. Emojene sez her Kamel wuz in the Parade, but it wuz all Mildewed. in J kEping the BottomEst dEgrE sO far in all There sKores. fUr there erKTest waRninG. NU counTerfits diScoverEd. Fresh-Ies donT take WoodEn nickUes. SENIOR MAGNET 39 We woNder why Beth likes braSs buTtoKs. milit rOth is Bak in skUle agin afTer the InstigAshun of Ills fut. AnuthEr nOtus. Prize :s is oFered fuR the beSt baTch of caM lie. All plEze com Pet. the edy- Tress ind Edytear wiLl B the juGes tile pt ■ises will B anOunsed lAter Hand 1 ill canDie to ussins. tin iesl wurk fjir Her. wuZ a 11O), ii the cor of boB suM joKes. Krosl-eyEd man lOokinG at naGra faLLs:—“My wllat a wAste.” stoUt lAdi Bside him—“miNd your owN bizness, suR.” AutoiSt (after liiTing a,. bOy)-“aRre U hurT?” butCher bOy (exciTedlY)—“wherE is mY LivEr?” ever KarL kuK—“Sa, beTh, diD U Eat goLd sUpe?” beTh reBhun—“No, what’s tHat? kaRl Kuk—“suPe with 14 carRots in It.” R Klas had sum pikniks durin our sTay |n Hi skUle. Also a paRty at Ilicksans whEn we wuz Freshies. One piknik wuz at heAdlanD’s faRm when we w uZ sopHmoRes and we heD a' gud 1 at alameDa Park whein we wuz A sRs it wuZ a bug succEs, espesh-uly tb t Ets, cause they Wuz fillin. Dansir wuz enjoyed at a NicKle a kiCk frEd wiGe was the Heaviest Loser, cause hiS kicks wuz maNy. All sez kum again. R Klas also had business meetins and at one of TheSe meetings a suRten teclier from the 3D flOor kum an tuk abouT 10 kids aWay froum the mee-so They CouLd make Up sum We’ll nevuR fergit hur fer do n this and jest purty nEer breaKin up the Meetin. as did suM singin on deCorash-un dAy, (O, tliat’S a miStake wE shouLc hev Sed Memorial Day) at thE unvAli lg of A taBlet, (or maybe it compOsitiOn booK, fur all We niEmory of jeneraL butLer, at HouSe, under thE leedErsbill wiK. tcaCher—“uSe ‘inFlUential’ in a sEntence.’’ littLe boY—“I had a little buRd bY the name Of ‘Ential.’ i openeD the Door and influential.” wHen KocH becam pRes. up R Klas and bed 2 Burn the ad Dress fill klAs nlte he sed thAt he Sorta symbatized with Pres. wilsUn fur he suppOzed he had purTy nEar as Much wurk To dO as him. thE abuVe paraGraf is kinde kom-pl.icated sO well ex Plane it 2 3011. meAns that Koch thot the pres c f I'. S. had as much wurk as lie (KoCl O, you’re weLkuM. ) had. THIS SPACE fur s A 1 E seE edytear or Edytress both fOnes. sUm brlte sayingS by S irs. ar fRed wlge—“the OpiUm war wuz in fraNce.” GarrOwA—“kinG geo. Wasnt vury witty, But a kinG isnt supposed 2 11O muCh.” somEome—“Cow Per wuz alwYs afraid of The wrAth of God sicli thinGs and He praid a Lot.” geo. WhitesiDe (in lAtin),—-“mY mi for A horSe ” sumbUdy—“a Lie is an AbominAsh-un unTo the Lord, buT a veRy pie As- 40 SENIOR MAGNET ant K he!P in v )|Ch, get uiri, D time rrf trouBle.' getting cigareTs. clErk—“R U twenty 1 ?” koCh—“i gueSs I’ve lied the 7 years itCh 3 times.” ’au advErtiSemeNts. L oEsterLing toDd elllotT bucHers chEEp cut-uPs. v. K. irVine LIVERY speshulty in pOnieS. WantEd—reMedy fur brOken laRts, needed iddEdiaTely fur gUrls. Eyd-teAr will tak chArge uf furmuL is. A 'Singing' Trip' “Nathan decided to take a trip. He lived in a place “Twice as Nice as Paradise, Called Dixieland,” so after bid- ding good-bye to his friends and relatives and to “Mammy’s Little Coal Black Rose,’’ he left on “The Good Ship Alary Anne’’ amid cries of Good Bye, Good Luck, God Bless You.” He was soon On His Way to Dublin Bay.’! He then went to “Norway, the Land of the Midnight Sun,” and then visited “On the Shore of Italy.” It was “Tulip Time in Holland” when he arrived there. He commenced getting lonely and thought to himself, “1 Aint Got Nobody,” but “One Wonderful Night” . “Underneath the Stars” he met a “Pretty Baby.” She said “Are You [From Dixie” and he answered “I’m Dixie All the Time.” She then said “Tell Me How’s Every Little Thing in Dixie.” In this way a conversation started and as she was going “Down Honolulu Way” he decided to go with her. They stopped at “Blinky Winky Chinatown” and visited “Hong-Kong.” Here he met “A Dreamy China Lady” and didn’t know whether he liked her better than the other girl or not, so he wrote “Beatrice Fair- m fax. Tell Me What To Do. The first girl became jealous and they were sailing on “The Stormy Sea of Love” for awhile. He went back to her though and found that “There Was a Little Spark of Love Still Burning.” They stayed here awhile but “Memoiifis. at his old Mother” made him wish he was “Down Where the Swanee River Flows.” They continued on their journey and intended just to strjp long enough to say “Hello Hawaii,” but when he found out that “They Were Wearing ’Em Higher in Hawaii” he said, “I Want to Linger.” The ' soon left, however, and it was “Poppy Time in Old Japan when they arrivec there. She said “I Want to Go to Tokio,” but they didn’t have time because they wanted to visit “The Hoko Mokb Isle.’ They went through with their foreign visit and he said, “I’ll Soon be Leaving for My Home Town” and in a few minutes they were on their way “Back to Dear Old Sunny California.” On the ship “Seeds of Love Began to Grow” and he said “My Little Girl” you are “The Sunshine of Virginia,” come “Sprinkle Me With Kisses” aiid “Do What Your Mother Did.” She said we’re “A Long, Long Way From Home,” wait 1 ill we get “Back Home in Tennessee.” The ship sailed Ion and soon they saw land and both exclaimed, “America, I Love You.” They stopped long enough to say “Hello SENIOR MAGNET 41 Frisco, Hello,” and got “On the 5:15” and were soon “On the Trail to Sante Fej” They stayed here for ‘‘Just One Day” and were glad to hear the conductor’s voice holler “All Aboard for Dikie.” It was “Circus Day in Dibcie” when they arrived at home and she saiid, “Listen to That Dixie Band,r as the parade passed by. All the while he “Kept His Eye on the Girlie He — A Little Tip From the Red and White” Our four year course is finished, But we're all mighty sorry to leave, IWe thought when we started we'd be glad when we parted. But now we must almost grieve. We must go, though, and make room for others, Who are coming—new work to pursue; Must go to work or to college And start in on something anew. 1 I say we are sorry to leave. And believe me, I speak for us all, For everyone of us hates to go— Fat, thin, short and tall. But our high school days with us shall linger, For the rest of our lives, I hope, And I think we will always remember History, Latin and other “dope.” We will never forget our teachers, Who are to us very dear, And our principal, Mr. Irvine, At our hearts will always be near. Then there's Superintendent Gibson, With his smile for everyone. And our janitor, Mr. Turner, With whom wrc could have some fun. A word to those who follow— The Freshies, Juniors and Sophs, “Come to school every day for your lessons, Don’t stay out for little aches and coughs. Get your w'ork at the time assigned you, And we'll assure you you'll always be bright. Don’t let these words slijSpagt vom, ■ Take a tip from the “RED AND WHITE.” Loved” and soon after “When It Was Moonlight Down in Gorgialand she consented to be his wife, and there was “Dancing Down in Dixieland” as “The Rag, Rag Picker” played upon “The Violin his Great Grand-Daddy Made” at the “Jubilee in Their Old Kentucky Home.” Karl Koch, T7. Karl Koch, T7. 42 SENIOR MAGNET ,3 o UY on'uik turret o? tn pre ; t4 DC CHW A-- 1 o SENIOR MAGNET 43 Tom YVeigle praising and boosting Citizen’s calling cards in Room 4. Karl Koch (looking out of the window —“I think it’s going to snow, i :’s getting dark.” Fred Wege—“Yes, the wind is even blowing in here.” of tl cestd LOCALS “What happened after war was declared ?” Kennedy McKelvey—“They started to fight.” M It. Roth—“I hear they are forming a regiment of actors and convicts.” Tom Greer—“Why?” I I It. Roth—“To keep the stars a$d strip es together.” Mr. Irvine (Vergil)—“How many ends of the stick did they sharpen ?’’ Annile Duster—“Three.” Helen Porter (reciting poetry)— “The snail’s on the wing and the lark’s on the thorn.” Fcnsie McGuirk (in History)—“It was a custom that day to hang pictures Kennedy McKelvey (spelling) can't a verb or a noun ?” -“Is eir descendants on the wall.” Harry Fagan (reciting f Miss Miller “You mean their an- “Crannies in the flowered wall.” oetry)— T( m Greer (looking through a mag-nifving glass)—“I see a corn field in the distance.” (Laying down the glass) “Oh, it’s only Stew McKelvey’s face.” Mr. Slianer (Botany')—“There is too much noise in here; Thomas ,throw that glim in the basket.” Kenneth Findley—“Gee! Koch has peach of a face—all over fuzz.” Miss Miller—“Charles, give the facts of Cacaulay’s life?” C. Raymond—“I didn’t study Macaulay, I studied Macaulay.” Mi. Irvine (talking about operetta) —“'Phe stone wall was made in the wood-work department.” Sig. Nast would be at home in the K. Fleeger has invented a circular polygon for Miss Purvis. cavalry—he is used to ponies. Ih rry Fagan (reciting Cotter’s “S urday Night”)—“That steamed through greaf unwallace’s happy heart.” (That streamed through great unhappy YVa lace’S heart.) Vera Baldwin (translating Vergil)— “He hurled forth blood mixed with teeth.” V Mr. Irvine—“Are you getting the picture now?” V. B.—“Yes, but it isn’t a very pret-Jty nnf.T ■■ .. M iss Miller (English History)— Emogene VanDerhoof (History)— 44 SENIOR MAGNET “England expects every man to do her duty.’’ I Ken. Vogeley—“I’m sorry to hear hat.” Ruth Maxwell (translating Vergil) —“Corriplexi, that means I embraced— I don’t] know how to do that, Mr. Hogg.” Jean Sechler (Botany)—“Is the Ivild cherry tame?” The long and short of our class are centered in “Stew” McKelvey and Jimmy Garroway. ! Miss Hammond (to reciter)—“(You dre 12 hours behind time; you ( are worse than the B. O.” Inquisitive Sr.—“What make of a car do you prefer, Oesterling?” Paul jO.—“Why a Dort, of course, with “Red Head” spark plugs.” In. Sr.—“O, sure; how stupid of me to ask.” Antoly Perifano—“A pain of love smote her somewhere near her heart.” Senior—“Do you remember that evening that State Troopers were placed on guatjd outside the High School?” Fresljy — “No; Isn’t that awful. Why?”? Senior—“They found amunition in the dictionary.” : Helen Beach—“What knd of a! fish is it that you can eat head, tail, ’.fins, Ijones and all?” : Tom Greer—“Oysters.” Tom Greer’s greatest ambition js to dig post holes for the wireless jtele-graph.” L - Antony Perifano (talking about! the picture entitled “My Last Duchess’)— ‘(There’s my Last Duchess standinir on tjfre wall.” Sig. Nast—“How long can a fellow live without brains?” “Chuck” Kemper— How old are vou ?” I Senior Girl—“The next dance wfl be $3 years from tonight.” Boy—“Do you know where I’D be by that time?” Girl—“No.” Boy—“I’ll be 6 ft. underneath, pushing up daisies.” Senior (giving principal parts of oc-cido)—jO kiddo, O kid dearie, O kis-sus some.” Miss Hammond—“Thomas, are I you chewing gum?” Tom Greer — “Gulp! Gulp! I No ma'am.” Paul Pesterling—“I had a dream last night.” “Chuck” Cronenwett—“Yea, I saw you wish her in the Lyric.” Beth Rebhun (Vergil)—“He t|rew s eyes over the crowd.” Ken. Vogeley—“How are you today, VincettH““ Ken. Vincett—“Only managing to keep alive.” Merle Gensbigler told Mr. I vine that he couldn’t translate “Ter cantus ifi collo dare bracchia circum” (three imes I tried to throw my arms around her neck). Mr. Irvine—“What’s the matter, Merle, are you bashful?” SENIOR MAGNET 45 Fred Wege (at typewriter)—“What truth and geeting a 0)—“A lie is an is the abbreviation for boulevards?” abomination unto the Lord, but a very Koch—“B. V. D.’s.” present help in time of trouble. Belli Rebhun (reciting poetry)-— Both man and bead and burst” (both man and bird and beast). — Oesterling and Koch were at the Majestic when the orchestra started to play “The Little Brown Jug.” They must have thought it was the national anthem because they stood up. _ ■ George Sheldon (in spelling-)—“O, I missed carbolic.” Koch—“Wouldn’t that kill you.” Z. Nast (in English)—“Some prose was by Dinan.” Miss Miller—“John?” Mr. Shaner—“What are the names for nitric acid ? H. Beach—Strong water and fire water.” Miss Ross (in arithmetic class)— Will it make a circle? Chas. R.—“Not a round one.” wasn't A king ------------------------ J. Garroway—“King George Miss Orr— What is the significance such an awful brilliant man. of B-a-r?” isn't supposed to know much.” T. Elliott—“Drunkenness.” ------ — E. VanDerhoof—“Nelson was the chiefest hero in the battle.” Stew” McKelvey—“Is ‘any' a noun or a verb?” Bob Wick (in music)—“Let those 'Tramps’ go.” E. Adams—“Hecate, he was a woman.” G; Whiteside (after telling the Voice—“He just wanted to work 2 hours a day.” Miss Miller—“Why didn’t that succeed?” “Stew” McKelvey—“It was too good to be true.” Mr. Shaner—“Why use aluminum ir cooking utensils?” Ruth M.—Aluminum is better than anite because you might eat granite it you can’t eat aluminum.” P. O.—“Aluminum is light and con-iiiient for light housekeeping.” THE HERO'S REWARD Your Future Depends on Your Thrift The world gives men and women what they ask for. If they are content with a mere living, they will receive that, and no more. On the other hand, if they have a definite plan in life, if they spend wisely and save systematically, [they cannot fail to be successful. A goodly number of prosperous people in this community believe in it also. They deposit their savings in the Butler Savings Trust Company BUTLER, PENN’A THE MILLION DOLLAR CAPITAL AND SURPLUS BANK 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. THE WORLD BELIEVES IN THRIFT A Word School Y Sufficient The Hamilton THE NEW WAY STORE Has just that Suit and Overcoat with OPEN DAY AND NIGHT MEALS AND LUNCHE3 Surpassing Coffee 134 South Main Street ESTABLISHED 1874 Geo. 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The information may save you a whole lot of trouble later on. Auto Tire Supply Company EAST DIAMOND STREET Graham Real Estate Company BUY, SELL OR RENT REAL ESTATE Insure Anything on Top of Ground Out of High School—Time to Insure This Firm Conducted by B. H. S. Alumni I. O. O. F. Building C. Koch Sons John S. Wick Son Grocers Authorized Resident Dealers for Sole Agents for Spurr’s Boston Coffees ROYAL TAILORS Cor. Main and Mifflin Sts. of New Pork and Chicago THE MARDORF CO lc to 25c Store Cor. Main and Wayne Sts. Butler, Pa. Peo. Phone 51 Bell Phone 31 THE NEW WILLARD It. L. DeHaven, Prop. Cor. S. Main and E. Wayne Streets $2.50 and $3.00 American Plan Elevator and all Modern Conveniences Sanitary Barber Shop Butler, Pa. Rugs Wall Paper C. A. TEMPLETON S. Main St. Butler, Pa. If it’s anything new in the way of YOUNG MEN’S FURNISHINGS You can get it at RUNKLE’S 333 S. Main St. Butler, Pa. BUY A LIBERTY BOND STEADMAN’S MUSIC STORE 313-315 S. 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