Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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THE SENIOR MAGNET 7 I had hardly recovered from this information when he said, “Come over to the art gallery. Richard Russel has his masterpiece on exhibition. You’ve surely read of his remarkable ‘War Scenes.’ He got the ideas when he helped drive the Huns from Grove City College.’’ A great shout rose from the grandstand. The races were starting. I looked at my program as we took our seats. Harry Graham had entered his car “Rattles” and a little farther down “Buzzer” was entered by Raymond Kesselman. The final races were on. Ray and Bus were in the lead. Wheel to wheel they raced. They came to the grandstand and stopped. It was a tie. I went down to speak to them and to look over their cars. I almost fainted when I recognized the cars as the same ones they had used in 1919. ONLY A DREAM Kenneth Bailey The advance patrol of a division of the German Army was advancing through a thicket and were, without a doubt, following the path which led from one side of a ravine to the other. On either side of this ravine was situated a group of houses, among which was our house. Never before in my life was I so dumbfounded as when my eyes looked upon this terrible scene. “Surely the Germans had invaded our land and were making right for our house,” I gasped as I watched them advance. For, if some one had dealt me a blow, my breath would not have been lost any quicker than when I sighted those Germans. Onward they came, seeming to me to be every bit of ten feet tall, laying waste every obstruction that chanced to be in the path. Soon they appeared over the top of the hill just near our neighbor’s house. By this time I was racing from one room to another in absolute confusion. All of a sudden there was a crash, followed by screams of terror, and I hurried to the window only to see our neighbor’s house crumble under the blows of the heavy field pieces which were part of the patrol’s equipment. Bewildered, I was at a loss to know just what to do in order to escape the Hun. As I watched the proceedings, I became motionless, speechless, and almost thoughtless. The only sense I had left was my sight, but that was enough. When at length I could move again I made a quick dash for the door leading to the basement, and didn’t stop until I had placed myself in a secluded place, with an iron stove poker in one hand and a hatchet in the other. As I ran, the Huns also continued their advance, so that they were now so close that I could hear them talking. From my secluded spot, I saw through one of the cellar windows a big gun pointed towards our house one moment, and then, turned completely around, pointing toward a smaller house across the road, the Germans seeming not to know just which dwelling should be dealt the fatal charge. As I stood trembling and gasping in my place of hiding, I chanced to turn

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6 THE SENIOR MAGNET last .ten years, and at one time, too. In the confusion of voices, I learned that not one of them was living now in Springdale. They must all be married, I thought. Another fragment of their gossipy conversation caught my ear. Irma Hansen was now teaching dancing lessons, at night, and “trying-out” Standard Eights, during the day. Two excellent positions, I heard the girls say, and she was quite a master in both positions, just as she had been in everything in school. When the train pulled into Butler, I was one of the last to leave it. As I stepped off the train I was grabbed by both arms, my grip was yanked out of my hand, and I was plumped down into the back seat of a touring car. Beside me were Marvin Anderson and George McClelland. In the conversation that ensued I learned that Marvin and George had entered the ministry and their congregations were the largest and wealthiest in the state. As we drove along, Marvin pointed to a learned-looking man on the court-house steps and said, “That’s Judge Kenneth Bailey. He was elected the fall after we graduated, and it looks as though he is going to get the bench again. He is talking to the Mayor.” I looked closer—why, it was my old friend Baylor Goen. I got out to speak to them, and almost stumbled over a little lady of much dignity, and recognized Dorothy Davis, known in the long ago as “The Heart-Breaker.” I stood talking to her for a few minutes and then went to speak to Bailey and Goen. Bv the time I got to them a lady of portly dimensions, with a stenographer’s notebook, and another with a Journal and Ledger under her arm, were claiming my attention. A minute later they were introduced to me as two more of my school-mates, Mildred Rowen and Edna Zimmerman, court stenographer and city clerk, respectively. Ralph Gossard joined us there on the steps. He was the author of that “nine days wonder,” “The Loves of an Editor.” He made me promise to go with him to hear the Prima Donna of our class, Mae Thompson, who was to appear that night at the old Majestic. My mission in town that day was to see the races at the fair-ground. People came from all over the world to see them. I took my lunch at the Y. W. C. A., and found, to my surprise, Alberta Scott to be the secretary. She was so good as to give me an extra piece of cream pie. From there, I took a taxi, driven by a girl with the cutest dimples. I didn’t recognize her till we were almost at the grounds. It was Helen Hobaugh, and to think, she used to be the most backward girl in the class, too. She laughed merrily when I told her my reflections. Ten years is a long time I had begun to think. Herman Badger dashed over to us in uniform, to tell me not to flatter Helen too much. In answer to my questions he told me he had decided to stay in the army and was now a Colonel in the famous “Red Devil” regiment. He had one of the “Red” cars with him, and took me around the grounds in it. We stopped near the band stand where the crowd seemed awed by che beautiful music. “Who’s playing?” I asked. “Don’t you know? Rhea Shaffer is playing the piano, Bertha Jacobs and Grace Oswald are the Violinists. They are one of the famous trios in the world and have played in all the great cities of the world.”

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8 THE SENIOR MAGNET my head, trying to relieve myself of the agony which I now endured, but only to see something which I found to be too much for my nerves. For as I stared in horror, the cellar wall directly in front of me opened and I found myself face to face with a German “seventy seven.” When I regained consciousness I was a miserable heap of flesh and clothing. “Why—er—wha—what has happened?-” I stuttered in a half tone, seemingly unaware that I was in a dangerous neighborhood. Just then there was a loud crash which brought me to my feet and I awoke to the realization that I was being called to breakfast and that my German invasion was only a dream. ALL BECAUSE OF A RING Frances Ringer “Jane Clemens! You're the limit. I think you might have at least invited us to the wedding. Whatever made you go away like that ? Wasn’t Brook-dale large enough to hold you and Jack?” “Why such a fuss, Helen? You’ll have to explain yourself more clearly. I’m so sleepy I can hardly stay awake. You know Jack went back to camp last night and I didn’t get home till late. It was after midnight before I went to bed.” “Explain? Why should I explain? I think you’d better do so yourself. Not much wonder you’re sleepy, Jane.” “No, I suppose not, but I’ll make up for it tonight and go to bed as soon as I finish my work.” “Well, that’s not what we were talking about. I asked you why you didn’t stay here and get married properly instead of going away. Do you realize that you are the talk of the town?” “What! I! the talk of the town! Helen what do you mean ? Are you in real earnest or are you only joking?” “Joking, well I should say not! Why should I joke over so serious a matter? Marcia is just raving about it, so you’d better keep your distance and let the rest of us alone.” But, Helen, do listen, I’m not married and I don’t see why you need to be so cold and heartless. Do be sensible.” “I think you’d better try that yourself. There goes the bell. I’ll see you later and in the meantime you can prepare your confession.” There was a big sale going on at Borden’s Department Store, so the girls saw no more of each other until closing time. Jane had gone to the rest room when she finished her work and had no sooner entered than the rest of the girls came in offering congratulations and complimenting her on such a fine choice. “I wouldn’t mind having Jack myself if he wasn’t my brother,” announced Marcia Davis. “Marcia Davis how can you talk so? Why Jack never even proposed to me.” At this all the girls burst out laughing and Marcia exclaimed, “How did you ever do it Jane? Do tell me for I guess I’ll have to propose to Jim. Didn’t you tremble?” “Jane, Jane, don’t blush so much or