Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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12 THE SENIOR MAGNET Classs Poem Katharine Gillespie Our time has come for leaving After four glad years, And I'm sure we all are grieving For we go with sadness and with tears. We can feel justly proud Of this, our illustrious crowd, For you would find no better, you know If you were to look high or low. There's been lots of joy For every girl and boy, And the times have been gay and bright For our class of the Purple and White. Perhaps you would like to hear Just who’s who and why, So if this way you’ll turn your ear You’ll know all bye and bye. Fred McAlpine is a busy lad, For he has much to do; He is student manager of athletics, And president of our class, too. There is a little maiden fair Wrho knows her not is certainly rare: We like her smile and to see her without it We would not feel sure it was Kathryn Douthett. Jim McDowell, of football fame, Has looked all over town, But still he cannot find a color He likes as well as Brown. By being valedictorian Paul Jenkins can feel mighty proud, For it’s the first time in many a year That a boy has headed the crowd. Don Crumay is one of our crew And methinks from the way it looks The thing he likes best to do Is to wander by the Brooks. Margaret Henninger is salutatorian And if you could only hear and see The way that girl recites You’d know she deserves to be. There is a boy who’s always there On field or floor or anywhere, In football or basketball lie’s always on the job You don’t know who? Of course you do! It’s Bob. Janet Leedom had a little Lamb And with him she likes to tarry, For the sake of those who do not know It’s a human Lamb called Harry. Priscilla Rhoads, a nice young girl, Is a member of our set, Who always has hopes of being Young Xo matter how old she may get. Myra Scott is not very small, Nor is Ethel Shaw very tall But apart they almost never go For they fit together so. Putt MacDonald is hard to beat, Captain of the football crew, He did many a wondrous feat And helped us with basketball, too. There are other members of our class Whose names I do not mention, But the time is up and I must stop So no longer I’ll ask your attention.

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THE SENIOR MAGNET 11 station telephoning to Scotland Yard. “This is Number 315 at Mulberry Crossing. Five German spies ’ave been discovered at 214 1-2 Manchester Lane. Send six Secret Service men 'ere and the patrol and we can cover them.” . . . “Yes, sir, we’ve got the hevidence on them.” . . “Yes. sir. I’ll wait, sir.” Jerry was back at Tiny Tim’s side. “You stay ’ere, kid, we’ll need your hevidence against them.” It was only a few minutes before the motor car was beside them and Terry and Tiny Tim climbed in. At the tenement house two of the men were stationed by the fire escape while the other four with Jerry noiselessly mounted to the room. Just as the officers reached the end of the dark hall, door No. 214 1-2 opened and four men came out. Before they had time to realize what had happened they were roughly seized and rushed down to the patrol. The other man—the leader—darted to the window and down the fire escape only to be met at the bottom by the two guards. On the way to Scotland Yard. Tiny Tim had the seat of honor beside the driver where he sat erect as a soldier, his heart thumping proudly under his shabby coat, for the Secret Service men had praised him highly and had tolo him of what great value he had been to his country. When they reached the brightly lighted court at the Yard, Tiny Tim again told his story—this time to the interested Chief—while one of the officers opened the suspected suit case. From it he drew forth the trim uniform of an American soldier and a bomb containing enough deadly trini-tro-toluol to blow a huge ship to bits. Upon this evidence alone, the five Germans were later sentenced to be shot. “And as for you, Tim,” said the chief, “I want you to go with me tomorrow to St. James Park and see the wounded soldiers who have just returned from the front and who are to be decorated for bravery.” “I guess you’d better come with me now, sonny; me good wife Nora’ll find a comfortable bed for you in our ’ome down at Dover Circle an’ ye’re just to live with 11s always,” was Jerry’s cordial invitation. So Tiny Tim found a home—a home where there was a kind mother and a warm welcome waiting for him. The next day he went in a big automobile with the chief to the Park and when, after decorating the wounded Tommies, General Prince came over to the machine and pinned a shiny gold medal on Tim’s coat “for distinguished service in aiding his country’s cause and in saving the lives of thousands of soldiers,” there was not a prouder or happier boy in all London.

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THE SENIOR MAGNET 13 (Htfe ntor Magnet SENIOR MAGNET STAFF Kathryn Douthett, Chairman Elizabeth Abrams Paul Jenkins Robert Harper Myra Scott Jennings Helm Vol. 18 6e 110! JANUARY, 1918 No. 4 EDITORIAL Kathryn Douthktt “Build thee more stately mansions, oh my soul .-Is the swift seasons roll.” —O. W. Holmes. The class of January, iqt8, is through! We’re surprised (no doubt you are, too), glad, and yet sorry. We realize, now that it is all over, just what our four years of High School life have meant to us. Of course tilings have gone wrong at times. There have been hard places—exams— work—and yet it has all been fun. downright fun! And now the question is, ichat are see going to do? Of one thing we are certain, and that is that every member of the class wants to do something worth while. The times need such people—demand them. The cry of war and need comes to us every day. It stirs our very souls. We all want to help,—to do something—not to allow others to do all the work and make the sacrifices. That is the real Ameri- can spirit—it is patriotism—and we’re proud of its existence. But we must think of the future. We must remember that after this war is over there will be a period of reconstruction, when many things will be changed and re-made. That is when there will be even a greater demand for real men and women than there is today : and that is when see shall have our greatest chance—on one condition— that is that we fit ourselves for it. How can we do this? It’s simple—go to college. Of course there are some of us who won’t be able to do this, but that number is, or at least ought to be, small. Every person who possibly can ought to secure for himself a college education. Sometime it will mean more to him than anything else could. It may seem harder to accomplish this than something else, but the fellow' or girl who has a developed mind and who is capable of doing things is the person who is going to win out in the end.