Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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.”

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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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14 THE SENIOR MAGNET STAFF Kditor-in-Chief—RALPH GOSSARD Assistant Editor—Sylvia Ralston Literary Editors—Hazel Brown, Mary Ruff. Alumni Editor—Ottie Shaner. Athletic Editor—Ira McKee. Exchange Editor—Jessie MacDonald. School Notes—Elizabeth Ramsey. Business Manager—Harry Graham. First Ass’t Business Manager—Richard Holman. Second Ass’t Business Manager—Russell June. A c . . CLASS REPORTERS A Senior -Orville Bricker. A Sophomore—Josephine Bailey. B Senior— B Sophomore— A Junior Georgia Allen. A Freshman—Jettie Poole. B Junior—Anna Kogler. B Freshman— c. TERMS Sixty cents per year, payable in advance; ten cents per copy. Address all communications of a business nature to the Business Manager; Exchanges, Contributions, etc., to the Editor Kathryn Douthett. 'I HE MAGNET published monthly, except July, August and September. Entered as second-class matter December 18, 1907, at th postoffice at Butler, Pa., under the Act of Longress of March 3, 1879. Wqz nfor Magnet SENIOR MAGNET COMMITTEE Ralph Gossard, Chairman | Literary Dept. Mildred Rowen Inez Dougan Mary Doerr. Locals Grace Oswoi.d, Write-ups Harry Orville Bricker, Athletics rs “Punch Bold’ Grace Oswald) « ,. Inez Dm.can M iss Houston, Faculty Adviser Graham, Jr., Bus. Mgr. Vol. .18 FEBRUARY, 1919 “M r H—-■ i H ■■ ■ h ■ ■ 1|—ib—,,— EDITORIALS Ralph Gossard No. 4 Good-bye, dear old Butler High. We are leaving your doors for the last time, and are ready to enter our places in the world after being under your care for four years . It is hard to believe that it is four years since we became “Freshies.” It seems but a short time since we so proudly marched up your steps. We did not seem to see any one for we were students of Butler High School. We had then attained what we had looked forward to during our grammar school years. But our ideals have changed, since we have spent four years in Butler High School, and we are now about to begin to strive after new ideals. For, no matter how good we become, there is always something better. We are now prepared to take up the undertaking of that better life,