Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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12 THE SENIOR MAGNET that to spring on me? Why—er— where are you going to live—or—what are you going to do ? Why I wouldn’t know the first thing about getting married—how did you ever do it?” At last Laura stopped for breath, but Rose just had time for a vague, “We’re not sure yet—I suppose we will live here,” when Laura broke in with another lot of questions. Twenty minutes later Laura was hardly inside the door, when she called to her mother, “Mother, Mother, what do you think? Rose Brown is married.” “Oh, no, I don’t think, Laura. She was here this afternoon, and she would have told me,” said her mother, coming in from the kitchen. “Well, you just call her up and ask her. She is, too. Oh, yes, go on, call her up, and when you get done talking, I want to congratulate her. I forgot, I was so excited.” A minute later May’s merry laugh could be heard on the telephone. “I just knew you’d call,” she said. “No, we were just fooling. Rose asked to see my wedding ring, just before Laura dropped in, and when she put it on I noticed it, and just in fun I asked Laura if she knew Rose was married.” When Laura took the receiver to “congratulate” Rose, it was to congratulate her on pulling off such a good joke. “But I’ll never believe another word you three tell me,” she concluded. A MUSICAL MATCH Inez Dougan “When the Yanks Started Yanken,” “Katy’s” “Long Boy” said, T must go’ “Over There.” She asked, “Can’t You Wait Till the Cows Come Home?” but he answered, “We’re All Going Calling on the Kaiser”—he doesn’t know “The Worst Is Yet to Come.” “Sweet Little Buttercup,” “Long Boy” said, your “Smiles” will haunt me “Till We Meet Again” so “Send Me Away With a Smile.” She replied, “Jim, Jim, I Always Knew You’d Win” and when you’ve dreamed “A Soldier's Dream,” “Then You Can Come Back to Me” and after our “Yankee Doodle Wedding” we’ll furnish “The Tumble Down Shack in Athlone” “For the Two of Us.” Then “Long Boy” bade “Katy” “A Soldier’s Farewell” and started “Over Yonder.” “Katy” was very proud to say “The Kid Has Gone to the Colors” or “They Were All Out of Step But Jim.” After he had been “Somewhere in France” for some time he wrote the following letter to “Katy” : “MY LITTLE GIRL” I arrived safely overseas. “One Day” “At Half Past Nine” we began our first march. The boys sang “Where Do We Go From Here” most all the way. When we arrived at the front they changed their tune to “Keep Your Head Down, Fritzie Boy” and “Good-Morning, Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip.” We had a hard battle one night recently and quite a few of our boys ‘went West’ but “The Old Flag Never Touched the Ground.” I am now in the hospital slightly wounded and “I Don’t Want to Get Well” only when I think of you, “Katy.” “The Rose of No Man’s Land” said to me, “Would You Rather

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THE SENIOR MAGNET 11 wished he could rest a moment. But he would stick this time; he wouldn’t be a quitter! He gained so slowly it seemed— what was that black bur directly in front of him? He bumped it with his hand—Oh, sure, it was the raft. In a daze he fastened the rope and he knew it was safe for his comrade had the other end fast to a tree. Then he lay down on the raft, all huddled up to keep warm. Thus he was found unconscious from cold, almost half an hour later. It was several hours until he had regained consciousness. Why were these fellows crowding around him and what were they saying about saving their lives? Where had he heard about a powder raft? Oh, yes, he had caught the raft and he had “stuck.” So, he was no longer a quitter. And he. fell asleep knowing that when he wakened all would “be right with the world.” TAKEN IN Mary Doerr “Mother, I’m going to run down to May’s and show Rose and her my new neck-piece,” called Laura Henshaw from the doorway. Laura was an eager, enthusiastic girl in the Senior class in High School, and of course, at the age when every new piece of finery caused a flutter in her heart, so she wanted to show her sister May, and her brother-in-law's sister, her new furs, particularly Rose, for they were the same age, and good friends. So the three girls beguiled a good bit of time away talking about Laura’s graduation, which was not far off. “Did you know Rose was married, Laura?” asked May, suddenly. “Oh, Mable, don’t start to kid me again. You know I’m hopeless and you always get the best of me,” exclaimed Laura. “If you don’t believe me, there’s her wedding ring, right on her hand.” And there, in plain sight, on Rose’s hand was a wedding ring. “Is that right?” asked Laura incredulously. “Surely, what do you suppose I’ve been doing here all this time?” asked Rose quizzically. “We’re married most a month and sowehow dad found out and he got angry and told me never to step inside his door again, if I had married that Dan Morris. I’ve been staying here till Dan and I can decide what we’re going to do.” Mable’s husband had been very sick, and was just getting better, and Laura thought Rose had come to help nurse her brother. Laura turned to her brother-in-law. Merce, that isn’t true is it?” she asked. And then, as he silently nodded in confirmation she turned to Rose and said, “Gee whiz, what did you get married for? Why you can’t have any fun at all now.” Oh, I just hate for folks to get married. One never hears a word about them afterwards, ’specially girls,” she went on with a comic gesture. And them, as they were going out, Rose to go to the store, and Laura to go home, Laura asked in a grieved tone, “Gee, Rose, what ever made you let me rave about a dinky little graduation, when you had such a thing as

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THE SENIOR MAGNET 13 Be a Colonel With an Eagle on Your Shoulder Than a Private With a Chicken on Your Knee?” “Wee, Wee, Marie,” I replied. You remember “Nathan,” the kid who lived “Down By the Old Mill Stream.” Well, he ‘went West’ the other day. I was with him at the last and he talked of no one but his “Mother.” I suppose the official word will reach home before this letter and there will be “A Blue Service Flag Turned to Gold.” Someone told us before we sailed that we’d “Find Dixieland in France” and we sure did—in the form of the Y. M. C. A. The fellows gather there and make some noise. They usually start with “Some Sunday Morning” and end with “Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” One ‘dough-boy’ aroused my sympathy a few weeks ago. We were all in the ‘Y’ having a time and someone began to sing “I Wonder Who's There While I'm Gone.” He began to look sort of down-hearted and I undertook to ‘kid’ him. ‘That’s all right,’ he said, ‘the last night I was home “That Old Sweetheart of Mine” and I went to “The Strutters’ Ball.” We sure had some time. I asked her to “Wait, Hope and Pray Until I Return” and she promised that I would not be “Forgotten.” ’ ‘That’s the boy,’ I told him, ‘ “Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag and Smile, Smile, Smile.” ’ We studied French for awdiile. It sure is great stuff. “When the Yankee Doodle Boys Learn to Parley-Vous Francais” they make some hit. I heard one trying to gurgle the other day. It sounded like a mixture of “I’m Sorry I Made You Cry” and “It’s Never Too Late to Be Sorry.” I didn’t know what he was trying to say and I don’t think he did either. I had a great dream the other night. I dreamed that “The Great Red Dawn Was Shining” and I was “On the Way to Home, Sweet Home.” The “Indiana” band was playing “When Johnny Comes Marching Home” and I heard you whisper softly, “Kiss Me Again.” Some dream! ! Well, “Katv,” “Keep the Home Fires Burning” until “After the War is Over” and I’m “Homeward Bound” on “The Good Ship Mary Ann” and “When Dreams Come True” we’ll have the happiest “Hearts of the World.” Hoping that “Your Lips Are No Man’s Land But Mine,” 1 remain, As ever, Your, “LONG BOY.”