Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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Table of Contents . Dedication .......................................................... I Literary: Bim—A Red Cross Rog.............................................. 3 Aunt Jane’s Venture Into Society................................. 6 Detective Tim.................................................... 9 Class Poem ..........................................................12 Editorial ...........................................................13 Class Write-Ups......................................................15 Faculty .............................................................27 The Alumnus..........................................................29 A Senior Dope........................................................31 Athletics ...........................................................33 Pin Cushion..........................................................37 Advertisements ......................................................40

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Dedication We, the members of the Class of January 1918, wish to dedicate this, our Senior Magnet, to our parents zvho have been and always will be our truest friends.

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BIM-A RED CROSS DOG Kathryn Douthett Kim was a prize pointer. He had earned more than one medal for his master, Tom Watson, whom he idol ized. But Bim was unhappy. A change had come over Tom of late— something he could not understand. He had wondered what it could be, and tonight as he lay in his usual place and watched the dancing flames in the open fire place, his thoughts went back to Tom—and to the events of the afternoon. What was it that they had taught him to do? He certainly did not enjoy hunting about for old caps and pieces of clothing and, having found them, carrying them to Tom in his teeth—he was a pointer! But, still (and Bim’s heart leaped) it was Tom’s wish. So, of course, Bim was happy in doing it. About noon on a cold December day a year later, somewhere on the Italian front “Captain Tom” was resting with some of the other American ambulance men, in a stuffy dug-out. At his feet, watching his every move with alert brown eyes, lay Bim—his mascot and now a tried and true war dog. The battle had raged for nearly three days, and they had worked hard and long and both were very tired. At last they had been relieved and now both man and dog looked forward to a few hours rest. But they could tell by the roar and the sound of bursting shells that the fighting was, if anything, growing worse. Then came the order to report at once for field duty, and as Tom pulled his heavy helmet low over his ears, he stooped to stroke the head of his faithful dog and whisper, “Come on, Bim, old pal, we’ve got to get some more. Don’t give up whatever you do.” And Bim thought he understood. For an hour they worked together and then there were three more wounded soldiers in the rude field hospital. After the third trip they waited a few minutes to get warm—for it had been snowing heavily and their work had