4 Supt. John A. Gibson ■0 eM cat in it To JOHN A. GIBSON, Scholar, Counselor, Friend, This issue of The Magnet is affectionately dedicated. He dreamed a dream and saw a vision and lo! the dream has come to pass and the vision has become a reality. Table of Contents PAGE Dedication Literary: 1. “Wanted, $20,000”—Mary Ruff - 5 2. “A Wayback Wedding”—James Lyon1 - - 7 3. “Wedding Cake”—Elsie Moore - - - - 8 4. “The Golden Idol”—David Dale - - - 10 5. “The Decoy”—Rosamond Whiteside - - - 12 6. “The Bohemian Girl —Ruth Heineman - - 13 7. “Ghosts”—Georgia Allen..................16 8. “The Task”—John Dodds - - - - 19 Pictures --------- 22 Class Write-Ups..............................23 Poets' Corner - -- -- -- -34 Editorials - Snapshots - - - - - - - - -41 Athletics -------- 42 Comics ---------- 44 Locals --------- 59 - 61 Advertisements V V- LITERARY cn A WANTED, $20,000 Mary C. Ruff Jack Bemis had been sitting alone for two hours in the bright light of the full harvest moon, lie was thinking deeply for the first time in his life. Tomorrow, he would be ruined, just when he had expected to become wealthy. Years before, his uncle had died and left him a little farm in Oklahoma. He had never seen it, but, thinking it of little value, had mortgaged it for $20,000 to a usurer who suspected its real value. Two weeks before, the farm had be come worth millions, for a great oil field had been opened up about it. Then, the usurer foreclosed, giving him only ten days to raise $20,000 or lose perhaps $20,000,000. 'l'lie odds were against him and he was out of luck, for there was no one who would lend him such a sum, without security. He hadn’t told his wife yet. and she slept peacefully overhead. But on the morrow she must know all; no today, for just then the clock boomed out the midnight hour. The phone rang and Jack dimly wondered who could be calling at this hour. “Hello,” said a strange voice' over the wire, and then, “Close the (loot-back of you so your wife doesn't hear.” After doing so, Jack asked, “M ho on earth is this? My name does not matter, calmly replied the voice. “Well, why all the mystery, and what do you want? Are you sure this i. the right number?” queried Jack in. quick succession. “I’m quite certain 1 have the right number,—Jack. You don’t know me, but before I tell you what I want, I’m going to prove that 1 know you. “You were just now sitting on the porch worrying about tomorrow's ruin, and—” “How on earth did you know that.” Jack interrupted. “Only one person besides myself knew that, and I'm sure he wouldn’t tell. “I know all about your affairs, but I’m a friend. If you follow my instructions exactly, you will be able to pay off the mortgage tomorrow, without even your wife knowing how near you came to losing all. “Tonight, I’d do anything short of murder for $20,000, Jack offered. “Be careful what you promise. You must follow directions exactly without knowing the reason for anything you do. You may be in danger, and, above all. you must never tell anyone that you even left the house tonight. In return, I promise that you will return home with $20,000. without having done any- 6 THE SENIOR MAGNET thing dishonest. Look in the chair where you were sitting just now, for your first instructions.” Before Jack could reply or even think what to reply, he heard the click of the receiver at the other end of the wire. At first, he thought it was a joke, but who would play such a joke? And, again, who could know of his impending ruin? He rushed out to see if the instructions were really there, determined to see the thing through, come what might. There was a big blue envelope but no one in sight. He tore it open and read: Within five minutes, a girl will pass. Follow, hut do not try to catch up with her.” As he finished reading the note, a girl passed and beckoned to him. He followed without thinking what the consequences might be. When they reached the corner, the girl jumped into a' roadster and motioned toward another car in which he was to follow. Jack was not a little surprised to observe that the car was his own, but obeyed without a thought of doing otherwise. As soon as the girl saw that he was following, she drove just a little faster. After while, they came to a dark spot among the trees in Central Park. A man jumped out and stopped him at the point of a pistol. Jack recognized the voice as the same he had heard over the phone. The man withdrew the pistol, and, telling him to return home before opening it, gave him a package; and then disappeared. The girl was gone, too, when Jack turned around, so he quickly drove home. As soon as he reached home, he was overjoyed to find in the package 200 hundred dollar bills. There was also a beautiful oriental ring, and with it a note which read: You will see me tomorrow but will not recognize me. Please wear this ring for the girl who led you to fortune.” Jack certainly did not understand but he didn’t care to. He had been saved from ruin and that was enough. He explained to his wife that the ring was the gift of a mythical uncle. ♦ 5|C 5jc i|C 5jc One evening, several months later, he was reading a story in the “Saturday Evening Post. It started out very interestingly for Jack, for the hero reminded him of his own boyhood; of how he was fired from college and how his millionaire father had disinherited him for not marrying a certain woman, and all the rest. Then the story differed from his life. Before the father died, he left a fund of fifty thousand dollars with his lawyer to be given to his son if the boy ever needed it badly. However, the son was never to know that the money came from his father. The balance of the fortune had been left to a daughter provided she would never give any of it to her brother. The story went on to tell how the old lawyer confided in the son’s wife, and had her watch for the time when the money was really needed. She was disappointed to find how few business secrets her husband told her, but which she nevertheless discovered. Again the story became quite interesting to Jack for it told of his night’s adventure, even to the ring. The girl in the story had suggested the movie-plot method of concealing the giver of the money. As Jack finished the story, lie looked suspiciously at his wife. When she saw what he had been reading, she THE SENIOR MAGNET 7 showed him a letter from the publish- chicled him for not knowing her when ers, accepting her story. Then she he saw her on the street—at midnight. ---b.-h.-s.------- A WABACK WEDDING James Lyon It was in a small town in Nevada, hidden from the world, or at least the presence of anything that was worldly in character. The people’s existence depended upon practically nothing from the outside world beyond the towering border of mountains surrounding it. The name of the town, Waback, was as fitting a name as could be given it for the inhabitants certainly lived way back. Now this town had been smoldering and dying ever since the last excitement when Hal Hill’s old bam burned, until it was whispered about that Tim Call was going to marry Poliza Tatter. When anybody got married in that town, of course everybody considered themselves invited to the wedding, because the people of the town always saw to it that they gave words of advice or a material present to the married couple to help them in their chosen fate. For months, the folks had gathered at the store to talk of the coming event and to decide on the present each would take to the wedding. When folks had decided, each on his present, the storekeeper had happy prospects of a rushing business before the next Friday, three days ahead. But a great calamity befell Waback that Thursday night before the wedding, when the old store with all the presents carefully packed and wrapped for the wedding, burned to the ground. The people had no way left to get presents and they dared not go to the wedding without one, as it would make them look cheap in the eyes of the bride and groom. On Friday morning, what better luck could have befallen Waback, than that a pack peddler came rolling into town with a wagon load of household goods and other products too numerous to mention. Inside of an hour the wagon was emptied and then it rolled back up the road, driver whistling and the horse, lightened of his load, jogging speedily along. That afternoon the wedding came off at the bride’s home, a little cottage on the outskirts of the town. Each inhabitant in his glad rags went hurrying and scurrying along with either a little package or a large bundle in his hands. As each filed into the house, gayly decorated in black crepe paper (for nothing else was available), they handed the bride and groom-to-be their presents, as was the custom, and stopped long enough to have them admired and receive a ‘‘thank you” from the happy pair. First came Mrs. Pickering with a well wrapped bundle, which was more paper than present, and being opened it displayed a nice new washboard, which she said she hoped would help them to lead a clean life’s journey together. Then Hal Painter strolled in and gave them a fine maple rolling pin with which he said Poliza could part 8 THE SENIOR MAGNET Tim’s hair when it wasn’t rollin' out pies. Mrs. Stubbins presented Poliza with a set of rats for her hair, which she said was the new style. Tom Tubs came next, and as he was so fat he couldn’t come in the front door he had to sit on the porch, so he said he was too hot to come in. He handed Tim a small package through the window, and the guests rocked with laughter, when they saw it contained a box of Tom’s home-made corn cure. Tom said he knew Tim could use it. The happy pair received presents of every description and of all sizes, and last but not least came Rob White, sweating and dragging an old phonograph which he placed on a table in the room. Just as the ceremony was about to he performed Boh slipped a record on and a voice sang out, “Just Before the Battle Mother.’’ The guests went wild, some with laughter and others shocked nearly to death with Bob’s actions. The bride’s father put Bob out of the house in short order with his old graphophone, but Bob sat under the window and just as the ceremony was finished, opened up his canned music with, “A Man Don’t Know What Happiness is Till He’s Married, and Then It’s Too Late.” ----b.-h.-s.-------- WEDDING CAKE Ei.sie Moore If there were any two young people in the small town of Burton who were really chums, it was Peggy Me Landless and Kenneth Wadsworth. They had both lived on the same street ever since they could remember and after school in the winter time they usually could be found coasting down a steep hill near their homes; sometimes with other young people, hut often by themselves. The year after they entered High School, Kenneth’s people moved to a distant city, and much to his disappointment, of course, he had to go to. The last long ride down the hill that winter was a rather silent affair. They were by themselves and that made it more of an ordeal. When they did talk, it was about everything else but his departure the next day. The hour of parting eventually arrived, and they left each other promising to write often and to keep in touch with one another. At first the letters were long and fre- quent; hut as time passed, they grew shorter and more formal, and came much less often. Peggy, too, moved away from Burton and in a couple of years the letters ceased completely. After she had finished High School she was so busy with her college life that she never even thought of the Kenneth she had known, seemingly so long ago. If she did think of him the memory was always vague, though pleasant. One month, during her vacation, she was busy helping Pearl, one of her girl friends, plan the final details of her wedding. At first she couldn’t think it possible that Pearl was to he married; hut as the eventful day grew nearer it certainly became a reality. Peggy was maid of honor at the wedding which was a big church affair. After the services were over she noticed a good looking young man standing in the back cf the church. There seemed some resemblance to some one she knew or THE SENIOR MAGNET 9 had known but she couldn’t think who he was. Before she had time to make sure he departed and she was left with a vague memory of having seen him before. After the wedding dinner Peggy obtained a piece of the wedding cake and determined to discover her destiny. That night she wrote the names of some young men whom she knew well on slips of paper. While writing out the names, she thought of the young man seen in the church, and then the name of Kenneth Wadsworth flashed through her mind. That was whom the face suggested. Being of a frivolous frame of mind, she wrote the name on a slip of paper, for old times sake, she told herself. These slips of paper along with a blank one were put under her pillow where the wedding cake was also placed. The next morning she drew out one of the slips with trembling hand. She was happy when she saw the name of the one she liked least of all. That day she received a letter from one of her old friends in Burton. It was an invitation to a week-end house party, and at the conclusion of the letter her friend told her to be sure to come for she had a surprise in store. The days passed quickly, and two days before Peggy left for the house party there were only two slips remaining to be drawn. She knew which slips they were for she had drawn all but the one with Kenneth’s name on it and the blank one, which meant if she drew it out last she would be an old maid. She wished then that she had never put Kenneth’s name on a slip, for more than likely she would never see him and he might be married already. The next morning she hesitated a long time before she finally did, it was the blank one. The fates of the wedding cake had decreed that she should marry Kenneth Wadsworth. Consoling herself with the thought that it was all nonsense, she went to the house party the next day. At the station there was a bunch of her old time friends to meet her, and with them was a young man whom she had to look at for a few seconds before she recognized him. It seemed impossible that this tall young fellow was the same one she had played with so long ago on these same streets. She laughed to herself when she thought of the slip of paper wrapped with the wedding cake under her pillow at home. Before the week end was over she had changed her opinion of him, somewhat at least, for he was still the same boy she used to play with. They danced, and played tennis and golf together, and when it was time to separate, there were two, at least, who didn’t want to go back home so soon. There must be some charm in wedding cake, for it is rumored that Peggy is planning a wedding of her own and the cake is to be much larger than the one at Pearl's wedding. She has planned to give a piece of the cake to anyone who wishes it. for she knows from experience that there is a charm in wedding cake. 10 THE SENIOR MAGNET THE GOLDEN IDOL David Dale He woke with a start to find himself sitting bolt upright in bed. Cold beads of perspiration stood upon his forehead ( while chills chased one another crazily up and down his spine, his face blushing and paling with each shiver. His hands, which were cold and clammy, clutched convulsively at the covers and then slowly, as if the fingers lacked strength to obey his will. The room was pitch dark, and not a sound disturbed the deathlike silence. Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the spell was broken, and weak from the terrible strain of those few seconds, he relaxed upon the bed. Now Francis Wilks was by no means a nervous man. In fact, he was a lover of adventure, and being quite well to do, had given himself over to the gathering of rare curios, for he had always taken an interest in things of this kind, and this pursuit gave him an excuse for traveling all over the world. And now, after the strangest sort of adventures in all parts of the world, he was back in New York He had gone to bed the first night after his return with a feeling of relief to be home again, and now instead of sleeping peacefully as he had supposed he would, he had awakened with these terrible sensations. But, as we have said, Wilks was not inclined to be nervous, and thinking the affair the climax of a bad dream, he managed to quiet his thoughts and soon fell into a light sleep. When morning came he rad almost forgotten the strange happening of the night, and gave it scarcely a thought during the day, which he spent in listing and arranging his newly acquired curios. As he unpacked these treasures he recalled musingly the circumstances under which each had been procured. The last curio to be listed was a small idol and image of Buddha, delicately carved from pure gold. He had picked up this strange idol in Peking, China, and the proprietor of the shop in which he had bought it, had told him a strange tale concerning it. It seemed that years ago this idol had been placed in one of the Buddhist temples where it was held in great esteem, and honored by thousands of devoted Buddhists. Then one day an American tourist had slipped the idol into his pocket while visiting the temple and carried it away with him. The thief was not discovered immediately, but several days later he was stricken with yellow fever and died, and when his belongings were being sent back to America, the idol was discovered and restored to its place in the temple. After this exhibition of its power, for, of course, the American’s death had been a punishment for his crime, the idol was reverenced even more than before and all visitors to the temple were told the wonderful story of how Buddha had punished the foreigner who had carried off his image. At last this story came to the ears of another adventurer who laughed at it ,saying it was all Chinese tommy rot. To prove his point, he too carried off the idol, and in a few days died from the bite of a poisonous spider. The idol had not been restored to the temple after his death, but had passed from one man to another, misfortune overtaking every one into whose hands it fell. One THE SENIOR MAGNET 11 man had lost his mind from thinking about the vengeance of Buddha, another had risen from bed in the middle of the night, cut his wife’s throat, and jumped from a high window, killing himself. So it went, everyone who dared to retain the idol being punished by Buddha. The shopkeeper had just procured the idol the day before, and of course did not believe the stories concerning it, but he was willing to dispose of it at a very reasonable price. So, interested in the idol, both on account of the wonderful perfection of the carving, and on account of its strange history, Wilks had bought it, and now as he placed it on the mantle in his Xew York apartment, many thousand miles from its original resting place, he wondered with a queer smile, if this small gold image had had anything to do with his experience of the night before. However, Wilks was not the kind to brood over events of this kind, and without glancing again at the image, he finished arranging his curios and then went to his club for dinner. It was rather late when he got home so he went to bed immediately and before long was fast asleep. But again he awoke in the middle of the night with that strange feeling of fear. It was nothing tangible, just a queer sense of foreboding. Again and again he suffered this same experience, always at the same time of night and often he was disturbed by bad dreams. At first these dreams assumed no special form, but gradually they began to depict different ways in which Buddha would punish an enemy. Was he, Wilks, to be another victim of the golden idol? He laughed at the idea. But althought he might laugh at the idea of a small trinket of gold having anything to do with dreams, neverthe- less these dreams recurred again and again, and Wilks dreaded to go to sleep at night. He became so nervous that the least sound startled him, and his friends, noticing his haggard appearance, were continually asking what ailed him. Finally, when he could stand it no longer, he decided to take another trip, hoping the change would help him, so he packed up and started upon another curio gathering tour. Wilks traveled continually for six months; touching many out of the wav-places of the world, but wherever he was, no matter how interesting his surroundings, he was haunted by horrible dreams at night, and, since he was unable to forget them during the day, he became morbid, the dark form of Buddha seeming to overshadow him whaever he might be doing. At last he decided to yield, and to restore the idol to the Chinese temple from which it had been stolen. Up to ibis time lie had retained the idol solely on account of his obstinacy. He believed in one God and only one, and thought that this idea of the punishment of Buddha was only a product of an overworked imagination. But now he was willing to stoop to anything to gain peace, so without a moment’s delay, he started toward China. He traveled with all possible speed, chafing at every delay, and at last reached his goal. Trembling with expectation, he entered the temple, and waiting until he was unobserved, he took the small idol of Buddha from an inside pocket where some strange force had compelled him to carry it during all his travels, and placed it upon one of the jewelled altars. Immediatelv a great sense of relief swept over him. It was as if he had been consumed by a great fire for many months, and had at last been permitted to plunge himself 12 THE SENIOR MAGNET into cold water. Feeling like a new man. he hurried from the temple and without once looking back, made his way to his hotel. ------------B.-H. Had Wilks been driven by a troubled conscience to restore the stolen idol, or had Buddha really forced him to yield to his divine will? ,-s.------------ THE DECOY Rosamond Whiteside William Wooster Kelly was wandering aimlessly about. Why couldn’t he make friends as easily as Fred Miller did? He had been in the city for more than a month and hardly knew anybody. He unconsciously went toward a school for young men, where he had often watched them come out arm in arm, having such a good time. It was about six-thirty and almost everybody was at his dinner, but Bill didn’t realize that he was hungry. He didn’t even realize that he himself was living until a very attractive young girl passed him. She had stopped short when she saw him, and looked at him with wide, frightened eyes, which seemed to be begging for help. “Now why in the world did she look at me like that?” he wondered. But he didn’t have to wonder long, for as he stood staring after her, a large, ugly tramp almost pushed him off the walk and hurried after the girl. Just then the girl ran up the steps of a large dimly lighted building. The tramp was close behind her and Bill a short distance back of the tramp. When Bill entered the building, he heard a loud piercing scream. He rushed into the room from which the scream seemed to come. Everything was in total darkness. The door which he had left slightly ajar was slammed shut and he was grabbed and held tightly by something. “Oh! we’ve got him now.” “I want his right ear,” growled a big voice. “I want his right hand,” screamed a little rasping voive. Silence,” spoke an authoritive voice, “the officers will join me in the corner till we decide what part or parts of him we will keep.” Bill heard muffled footsteps and low murmuring voices. Where was he, and what were they talking about? Was this a civilized world ? and yet they seemed to be talking of cutting him to pieces. Put him on the table,” said the authoritive voice. Bill was placed on a long, narrow table and securely tied. A thick bandage was tied over his eyes and forehead. “We have decided to take his left hand off at the wrist and the toes of his right foot at the first joints. We will now proceed.” A moan of agony escaped Bill’s stiffly set lips when he felt the sharp knives begin to cut his hand and toes off and he could feel the blood lying in a small puddle on the table. There were still two more toes to come off. Could he live through it? Finally it was over. With several sighs of satisfaction, they turned off the lights which they had turned on after bandaging his eyes, and untied him. As Bill lay there thinking, his arm THE SENIOR MAGNET 13 and foot almost stopped aching, but he didn’t have the courage to move them. Suddenly the door opened with a bang and the big tramp came in, standing in the path of light which came in from the door. After attempting to smother several snickers, he burst out laughing. He came over to the table and gave Bill a few light punches. This was too much for Bill. He forgot that he had only one hand and that one foot was crippled. He was almost mad with fury and his one thought was to choke that horrid tramp. Chairs, tables and everything were kicked aside as Bill and the tramp wrestled. A scuffle of hurrying feet was heard outside. The room was flooded with light and Bill and the tramp were dragged apart. A tall, athletic looking boy was staring at Bill. “Ye gods. Sis, this isn’t Skinny Beggs.” “Heavens,” “Jimminy Christmas” and other similar expressions came from the doorway. Bill turned. 'i here stood “The Girl and behind her were the fellows that he had often watched come out of school together. Bill looked inquiringly at the tall boy who addressed “The Girl” as Sis. Oh, er—er,—er, his collar seemed too small for him. We’re all mighty sorry. I hope that you ain’t hurt. You, your aren’t nervous are you? We’re mighty sorry, but you see Skinny Beggs wanted to join our bunch, but we all considered him rather faint hearted. So we decided that if he couldn’t stand a real stiff initiation, when he didn’t know that he was to be initiated we would prove this. “Siss is a pretty good actress, and neither she nor Skinny knew each other. We described him to her. Skinny always was crazy about pretty girls. So we decided that Fat Cooper dressed as a tramp, would follow Sis and Sis would lure Skinny to follow them here and then we would finish it. “For nine days in succession Skinny has come past here at about seven o’clock. Luck seemed to be with us, so we set tonight for the initiation. “In her excitement Sis didn’t realize that she had the wrong fellow. We sure are sorry, I—I—.” “Yes, we are sorry,” Fat Cooper said, “but let’s shake hands and be friends.” In a few minutes Bill had met everybody and the reserve which he had acquired when he came to the city left him and he became the same old Bill that everybody in Mercersville, his home town, likie so well. -----B.-H.-S.----- THE BOHEMIAN GIRL Ruth Heineman From the window of his club, James Morris watched the gay scene below. It was Hallowe’en and the streets were filled with the usual gay crowd of merry makers, witches, clowns, cowboys, and all manner of strange looking per- sons, jostled one another and laughingly dodged the well aimed balls of confetti. The spirit of revelry was in the air and everywhere was happy confusion. Bells tinkled, horns tooted, bands played and from the doors of the 14 THE SENIOR MAGNET brilliantly lighted cafes floated the strains of gay music. Morris drank in the everchanging picture before him eagerly. Having lots of fun aren’t they,” said the man beside him. “You’re right they are,” he said, “I have quite a notion to go out and celebrate myself.” “You, ha-ha,” said his friend, “behold our dignified lawyer frisking around like a two year old, ha-ha.” “Oh, come now, thirty-two is not so old. Morris remonstrated, “And confound it all I’m going to do it,” and he hade a hasty farewell to his much amused friend. “Where do you get costumes?” he asked the hoy who brought his hat. “Cleskv’s is a good place, sir, right around the corner.” Twenty minutes later Morris stepped out of the costumers attired as a Cavalier and gaily made his way through the crowded streets. For awhile he amused himself by watching the pranks that were played and by throwing countless hags of confetti, hut as he passed one of the cafes, the sound of the gay laughter drew him in. The place was filled and as Jim was following a waiter to a table he heard a soft southern voice call. “Where are you going, Jim, here I am. Amazed, he whirled around to behold a gavly dressed Gypsy girl beckoning to him, spurred on by the spirit of adventure, he went over to the table. Of course he would explain, that is, he thought he would. “Now that you have your mask we can go, can’t we?” the girl drawled softly. It was plain that she didn't realize her mistake. (But how funny; would he explain?) But hang it all when the other fellow's name was Jim, too, and this would he a real adventure,—“I’ll just play up to her for a while,” he thought. Aloud, he said, “Yes, we’d better go, it’s getting rather late.” “Isn’t it thrilling, though, going to a party when you’re not invited?” she laughed as they left the cafe. “It certainly will he a lark,” he answered. “By Jove, it will he a lark,” he thought to himself. Anything will he a lark with a girl like this : how beautiful she was with her mask; what wouldn’t he give to see the rest of her face. “Here's a taxi right here,” she announced. “Fate is certainly playing right into our hands.” “A taxi. Good Lord, where would I tell the fellow to drive them?” He took a desperate chance and asked, “Where did you say the place was?” “Why, I didn’t tell you yet, Silly,” she laughed and gave the directions herself. “You know it’s a Bohemian party and I always wanted to go to one and when I heard these girls talking about it at the theatre I just listened and discovered where it was. So tonight I thought it would he lots more fun for us to go there for a while than to rush right off to Nancy’s, don’t you?” “You bet! he answered with ferver. Just then they arrived at the address she had given to the driver and what a gay time they had. Jim and his little Gypsy girl danced once and then because they loved it, they danced until they were flushed and breathless. Heretofore, Jim had always thought dancing a bore hut then he had never had a partner like this one. “Jove, she’s wonderful,” he thought to himself. “How I hate to explain to her and spoil it all.” “You know, Jim, you’ve been awfully nice tonight,” his companion whis- THE SENIOR MAGNET 15 pered. “And I think we had better be going or Nancy will be furious.’ “Just a minute my lady fair. he said, drawing her into a little alcove. “There's something I want to tell you before we start.” “Oh, Jim, now you are going to spoil it all. You know you promised me you wouldn’t propose again tonight, she remonstrated. Oh, so that other fellow wanted to marry her did he, he thought. Then aloud he said, “I’m not going to propose tonight. But to be serious Miss— er—Miss Gypsy, I have a confession to make and please don’t think too ill of me when you hear it. And as he drew off his mask, he said. You see I’m not the Jim that you expected. My name is James Morris and I very foolishly, in your eyes, I judge, let myself pretend to be your companion. Can’t yon forgive me? Really, I’m a very respectable sort of a fellow and not at all accustomed to presume upon the friendship of strange ladies.” Well, I might have known you were not Jim Hadley. You acted too sensibly. Hm, I reckon I'll forgive you for you’ve certainly given me a wonderful evening, she drawled in her slow, teasing voice. I know I shouldn’t, but it’s just for tonight and Jim would have been such a bore. You said your name was Morris. Are you any relation to Margaret Morris of Boston? “Just a little. I’m her brother! Do you know her?” he asked eagerly. “And won’t you tell me your name?” “Yes, I knew her slightly at school, she answered demurely, not designing to tell him they had roomed together their last year at school. “Now your name?” he begged. “No, sir, that's your punishment. You’ll never know my name. Isn’t that a severe penalty for deceiving me? But come, you must put me in a taxi now and send me to Nancy’s.” “Oh. please tell me your name,” he implored. “Never, sir, never,” she said as she stepped into the taxi. But he knew she was not angry for she gave him the most bewitching smile, as the car started off, that he had ever seen. “Thanks, my Bohemian Girl,” he called, for the most wonderful evening of my life. Jim walked back to his apartment with his head in the clouds, only to come down to earth with a bang at the thought that he didn’t know this wonderful girl’s name or where she lived or anything. “But, Jove, he said, “I’ll find her if it takes all the rest of my life.” The next (lav he decided he would go to Boston and try to find out from his sister who she was. “Oh, those eyes of her’s and what a dear soft voice she had.” He would never forget that voice. But, on second thought, he remembered his sister was out of town and wouldn’t be home for several weeks. Then one thing and another turned up until it was several months before he saw his sister and then it was she who wrote for him to come home. The letter said that a friend of her’s was visiting her and he must come and see her. for She was the most wonderful girl in the world.” “Wonderful, Jim scoffed. He knew who the most wonderful girl in the world was, but, well, that was just the rub, he didn’t know her. Never-the-less he went home, for he did want to see his sister about that Gypsy girl. He arrived quite late one evening and in the fitful gleam of the firelight he met his sister’s friend, Mary Lee. 16 THE SENIOR MAGNET “How do you do,’’ the girl said in a soft, drawling voice. “Why, er—, poor Jim, that was certainly the voice,—the voice that had been haunting his dreams,—“Good evening,” he said. They chatted for quite a while about trivial things and all the while Jim watched their guest continually. Finally he could endure the suspense no longer and as his sister left the room to get sandwiches, he softly whistled a few notes from The Bohemian Girl.” The girl’s drawling voice, trembling now with laughter, interrupted him. “Oh, Jim, Jim. I thought you weren’t going to recognize me.” And then followed happy explanations of how he had tried to find her and how, now that he had found her,— well, that’s not for our ears, but those dainty pink ears of Miss Mary Eleanor Lee. -b.-h.-s.---- GHOSTS Georgia Allen I knocked sharply on the huge oaken door. I was exceedingly tired and cross after my long drive from the station over muddy roads. Again I knocked. This time the door was opened by an old gray-haired butler. “The nurse from Chicago,” I explained briefly. “Very well, miss.” He bowed. “This way if you please, miss.” He showed me to a large room on the second floor. This room joins that of your patient, Mrs. Foraker. She wished to see you as soon as possible after your arrival,' 'he said in his quavering, spiritless voice, as he heaped wood on the fire in the grate. “i’ll bring you a lunch, miss, you're cold and hungry. A more friendly expression came over his face as I smiled and thanked him. He soon returned and placed the tray on a small table near the fire and stood to attend me. I questioned him about mv patient. “1 was sent here on short notice, not knowing what ailed my patient. Mrs. Foraker is not seriously ill, is she ?” 1 asked. “She’s heart-broken since my master's death,” he answered, a trace of scorn in his little voice. I granced at him quickly and he held my glance with a kind of challenging look. Evidently this servant held no great love for his master’s wife. I did not question him further but told him I was ready to see my patient. Sitting in bed propped up by many cushions was a dark-complected woman of perhaps thirty-five. At my entrance she turned a searching look at me. “You’re the nurse? You’re name?” she questioned sharply. Joan Worth,” I said as patiently as I could although her manner antagonized me. If first impressions are lasting I’m afraid------ Throwing aside this anger and smiling a tolerant smile, I took up my duties. Dr, Burke, the family physician, called that evening. He greeted me warmly, hut I know his eyes were searching behind that twinkle. THE SENIOR MAGNET 17 Quite satisfied as to his patient's condition, he called me aside. “Miss Worth, come down to the library a few minutes, please.” A young man stood leaning against the mantle in the library as we entered. Dr. Burke presented him as Bryce For-aker. “Now, Miss Worth, he began as soon as we were seated, “I wish to explain a little about this case. Mrs. For-aker’s condition is merely a matter of nerves-------.” “And imaginations,” added Foraker. “I wrote to Dr. Stone, a very dear friend of mine, to send me a good nurse, one who could be trusted.” Dr. Burke went on without apparent notice of the interruption. “I ordered a nurse for Mrs. Foraker, not because she needed one, but because I want you to help Bryce, he motioned to the young man staring intently into the fire, “and me.” I wondered what I was to do. Whether I was to aid in some dire plot cr--------. The doctor interrupted m y thoughts. “For three years Bryce Foraker has been with a party of explorers in the Arctic regions.” The doctor’s voice sounded like that of one who had repeated the story many times and knew it work for word. All the while he kept his eyes on my face. fie heard of his father’s death while on his way home, but nothing of the fact that his father, Captain Foraker, had remarried. “The woman, he disliked the moment he saw her; her hysterical grief-----.” I noticed that Dr. Burke had a habit of not finishing his sentences. “The captain's pet hobby was the collection of beautiful pearls, and an- other was the building of his tomb back of the garden. The story of these, his hobbies appeared about a year ago in a Chicago newspaper.” “I remember reading that article in the Tribune,” I said. “At one time I had been a reporter for that paper.” “In this step, he made a grave mistake. He brought before the eyes of the public, especially the crook world—. You may wonder what bearing this may have on your duties, but the fact is we suspect Mrs. Foraker. We are planning to verify our suspicions.” “I warned my friend after the publication of that article that someone might attempt to steal the pearls. He then built a safe in the tomb or rather the vault and placed them in it. The tomb was then sealed and was not opened until his death. “How or when the Captain met this woman I don't know or how she learned the hiding place of the pearls. He died just three weeks after his marriage. “The day after my friend was buried I saw her enter the tomb. She was supposed to be in bed overcome with grief. Since then I have had the place secretly watched and she has been seen there several times. So far she has been unable to find the safe. I am the only one who knows where it is and the combination. He paused a moment in his narration, his eyes clouded. “Oh, how could anyone go in there!” I exclaimed, my voice not altogether steady. “You don’t have nerves do you?” Mr. Foraker interjected rudely. This was the first time he had shown any sign of having heard what was said. “No,” I answered quietly. Somehow 1 did not at all resent his remark. Parker, the butler, entered, saying that Mrs. Foraker wanted me at once. 18 THE SENIOR MAGNET The doctor nodded and said, “Perhaps you had better go. Tell her I was explaining her care to you and giving you instructions. I will finish my story in the morning. Good night.” He smiled and extended his hand. Bryce Foraker came over to where I was standing. “I beg your pardon for speaking so rudely to you a few moments ago, Miss Worth. Good night.” My patient spent the next few minutes explaining specifically what I should not do. I continued arranging the room for the night without replying. “You will sleep in your own room, Worth. I wish to be alone at night. I’ll ring if I want you. Understand? You may go.” I was glad to get to my room where I could think out this queer affair. Despite the fact that I had told Mr. Foraker that I didn’t possess nerves, they kept me from going to sleep immediately- Once asleep I slept soundly until seven o’clock . During the forenoon while off duty, the doctor, who had remained all night, told me his plan. That afternoon Bryce Foraker was to be called to the city on business. While there he becomes seriously ill and dies within a few hours. Two days later he is to be brought home to be buried that day. The doctor based his plan on the belief that Mrs. Foraker would not be able to come down stairs. In case she did Dr. Burke, with my assistance would give Foraker an injection of --------. This would make his appear as dead for a few hours. Strictly according to plan, the doctor’s orders were carried out and as we supposed, Mrs. Foraker was unable to leave her room. The body was removed to the tomb. This was a huge stone vault built at the rear of the garden. It was as strange as the fancy of the man who had built it. The passages formed a huge cross. At one side the wall was solid except for the width of a coffin. Into this Captain Foraker’s body was placed. Young Foraker’s coffin was placed on the floor on the side opposite that of his father’s. After I had tried to comfort the sorrowing step-mother and received a sharp command to leave the room, I entered my own chamber. It was almost half-past ten when I entered the room. As the doctor ordered, I went to bed fully dressed. I had little difficulty in keeping awake. At twelve or shortly after I received the expected visit from my patient. Quite satisfied that I was asleep, she left the room and I heard her pass my door. As quickly and quietly as possible, I followed. When we had almost reached the vault Mrs. Foraker glanced hastily in all directions. I was extremely thankful for the many shrubs in the garden. She unlocked the heavily barred gate and pushed back the great iron door. The beams from her searchlight darted back and forth over the walls, casting ghastly lights through the gloomy place. The light rested upon the coffin of her step-son. She hesitated but a second then resolutely stepped into the vault and pushed the door part way shut. Then slowly the lid of the coffin raised and the body sat up. I grasped hold of the iron rods of the door, my knees trembled and I thought that I would faint. Mrs. Foraker uttered one terrible scream, and dropped to the floor. THE SENIOR MAGNET 10 Dr. Burke and Parker stepped from shook his head, the passage way on the right. Swiftly That night one came back to life and the doctor examined Mrs. Foraker and another died. ------b.-h.-s.--------- THE TASK John Dodds Up to that fateful week in July, Henry Burgess had been a mild mannered man. There was no doubt of that. Even his wife admitted as much, and Claire, his daughter, had only to sit on her dad’s knee and stroke his bald head with her soft hand, to obtain the fondest wish of her heart. Claire was just home from college, and could coax very prettily. No, Henry had without a doubt been the meekest man in Tarrytown. His very appearance indicated that. Of medium height, slim, and with a slight stoop, he was remarkably successful at effacing himself in a crowd. By one of the little jokes of life, his wife was of a commanding physique, and in a rush she always went first, with Henry following in her wake. The top of his head was as bald as an ostrich egg; the only foliage which he possessed being a patch of grey above each ear. His friendly blue eyes gazed cheerfully over a pair of old-fashioned iron rimmed nose glasses. He fitted in exactly with his musty law offices, with its rows upon rows of hide-covered books, the old desk in the corner, and the squeaky office chair. Altogether, you would say, a kindly, well meaning gentleman, incapable of harming anyone. And so he was, but remember that this was before the first week in July, when the great Bolshevik Revolution threatened to spring forth full fledged in the United States. The metamorphosis in Henry was sudden—it was first noticed at the breakfast table one morning. The Bur- gesses has been left without a cook the week before, and in spite of every effort to secure another, they had been unable to fill the vacancy, and Mrs. Burgess, although she did her best to serve up palatable dishes, was rather a failure in the kitchen. On this morning Henry, after trying some bacon which had been burnt to a crisp, and despairingly biting into a sodden biscuit, caught up the morning paper, but had hardly started an article headed “Local Leader of Reds Suspected to Be a Woman,” when he threw the paper down and swung into a tirade against the government. “I’d like to know what things are coming to,” he snapped in closing. “When I have to pay the price I did yesterday for that coal in the cellar, I tell you there’s something radically wrong. If the government won’t step in and stop these everlasting prices, there’s always some way out. For instance these Reds,” and he returned to his article. When her husband had left for the office, Mrs. Burgess, trying to clean a burnt pan, said to Claire, “I don’t know what has come over your father lately. Of course he raves about the president, and the high cost of everything, but lately he’s got to acting so strange—he talks in his sleep, and says the most terrible things about bombs and explo sions. Claire, you don’t suppose your father is a Bolshevist, do you ?” “No, no, Mumsey, don’t get worried,” said Claire. “You know dad misses Norah’s cooking badly, and he 20 THE SENIOR MAGNET hasn’t been feeling well lately. He'll be all right. Just wait. Say, what do you think Sam told me last night?----” For the next few days Henry was a morose man. Wherever he went a kind of threatening gloom surrounded him. His hours of returning home from the office became irregular, and at night he devoured the most radical literature. At this time the Red movement was gathering momentum, and it was supposed that a date had been set for the outbreak. And the Burgesses were still without a cook. On that fateful morning Henry came down to breakfast with a preoccupied air. The meek, mild-mannered Mr. Burgess seemed like another individual. He was ready to snap at his wife on the slightest excuse. After another wretched meal, he grabbed his hat from the rack and with his hand on the door knob turned, to Claire. “See here, young woman, I want you to tell that young Bob Wilson to keep away from the house after this.” Claire looked at her father as if she could hardly believe him. “Why daddy, you always said—.“ “Don’t try to make excuses. When a young fellow sits out on the front porch till hours of the night, every night in the week, and plays that infernal mandolin of his, it’s time I took a hand. Let him stay away after this.” And Henry slammed the door behind, leaving inside a startled woman and a girl with brimming eyes. He paused a moment on the sidewalk to light a cigar. The morning was clear and cool, and the sun, still low in the heavens, made a glittering gem of each shining dewdrop. Be-tore him stretched the gleaming Hudson, winding its way down thru the palisades, and the government munition works across the river loomed up against the skyline. The day shift was just going on, and the men thronging the gates looked like an army of ants. It was a day to make one exult in the pure joy of living. But Henry ambled off to the street car with a preoccupied air, never raising his head. Today was the appointed time for the Red Revolution. As he edged his way to the law office, in the crowd at Wood Avenue and Fifth Street, a roughly dressed workman slid up to him and furtively slipped him a dirty piece of paper. Henry gave a hurried glance at the writing, and went on. At the office Henry fooled around all day with an excitement which he tried in vain to conceal. Well along in the afternoon he seized his hat with half suppressed eagerness, and made his way swiftly through the downtown portion of the city. Huge buildings and skyscrapers gave way to squatty, dirty brick, stores and tenements. A coating of soot, black and greasy, covered everything. At last the crosstown car stopped at West 126th street. Henry stepped off and pushed his way down a side street until he stood in front of a small but neat-looking tobacco store. In the window was a sign Rooms to Rent Upstairs.” Henry carefully compared the number with that on a dirty scrap of paper which he had, and casting a cautious glance about him, ascended the staircase and rapped three times at the door at the head of the stairs. It opened silently, and Henry slipped through. 'I'lie door closed behind him. Perhaps five minutes later the door opened again and Henry reappeared, accompanied by a heavily veiled woman dressed in black. She carried only a small black bag, of which she took the greatest care. She held it in front of her all the time, and seemed to be extremely fearful lest it should bump anything. Together they entered a THE SENIOR MAGNET 21 street car. The cross-town trip was an agony of suspense for Henry. Several times when a man would brush past his seat, he would look up in alarm, the picture of terror. The lady in black said nothing, but held the black bag carefully on her knee. At last they were out in the suburbs of the city. Together they alighted from the car, and quietly approached Henry Burgess’ house. Dusk was falling and across the river light were breaking out in the munition plant. '1'he lady in black and Henry stared long at the scene, then turned, and walked up the steps onto the porch. 'Phe front door burst open and the large bulk of Mrs. Burgess stood framed in the doorway. Henry rushed forward and embraced his wife. “Martha,” he cried, “Martha, here’s the new cook. I had a time getting her here,” he added in an undertone; “You know Smith was after her, too, and I wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t run into us on the car, and try to bribe her away.” A burst of joy flooded over Mr. Burgess’ face. She ran forward. “Let me take your bag,” she smiled. The ladv in black lifted the heavy veil from her face. ‘‘No. mum, thank ye just the same, I’ll take it meself,” she said. “1 have some china in it that was the gift of me first husband, and I wouldn’t have it broken for the woild. Yes, mum. my trunk is coming tomorrow.” After a dinner that evening which had satisfied Henry Burgess as he had not been satisfied for two weeks, he leaned back in his chair and hit ofif the end of a fat cigar. Mrs. Burgess spoke up, “Henry, you know I don’t allow you to smoke in the house. You go out on the.porch.” “Yes, my dear,” said her spouse, and he sauntered out. 'Phe night was clear and the sky was starlit. The arc light on the corner cast grotesque shadows on the pavement. Across the street a group of laughing children were roller skating, when the figure of a brisk young man came down the street. It hesitated for a moment at the corner, then crossed the street from the Burgess home. Henry leaned forward from his easy chair. Then he arose and called across the street, “Boh, s-a-y Bob. 'Phe young fellow stopped in his tracks, undecided whether to run or to face the music. “Come on over here.” Boh Wilson crossed the street. “Just a minute before 1 call Claire, said Henry. I wanted to ask you if you had seen the evening paper yet. You did? What did it say about the Bolshevik uprising? Squelched, eh? Good! “My hoy, I’ve been thinking along that a line a good bit lately, and it’s clear to be seen that it doesn’t pay to buck the government. We old fellows are apt to crab around a good bit, but when it comes down to fundamentals, the government is doing the best it can for us. I tell you we should be proud of our country.” Young Wilson was evidently ill at ease. He tried to speak several times but something seemed to clog the words in his throat. Just then Henry clapped him on the hack. His blue eyes were twinkling “Here comes Claire now. I'll just go into the house. And say, Bob, bring your mandolin along every night you come over here. There’s nothing like good music to quiet an old duffer after a hard day’s work at court.” (NOTE:—The above story was a contest story and was given third prize by the judges.—A. A. H.) 21 THE SENIOR MAGNET —w— ummm j0i-- KVS- THE SENIOR MAGNET _____ 23 CLASS IVRITE- UPS GEORGIA ALLEN She of the blue eyes and dimples, possesses the same vivaciousness and dainty graces that distinguish Billie Burke. KATHRYN BLACKMORE We have often wondered why our Kate cultivated those impish ways and pigeon toes. We saw Dorothy Gish in “I’ll Get Him Yet.” BRUCE BORLAND Though somewhat less stockily built, Bruce resembles Dave Butler in that he has the same courageous hair. RAYMOND BOYER Bill Farnum’s curly locks and dark eyes have nothing on our Bob’s. Bill may be more of a star on the screen but we’ll wager he can’t play foot-ball like Bob. MELDA BROWN Melda, the little girl of our class, has at times that wistful, almost sad, look of the girl with the ginger-snap name, Zasu Pitts. THE SENIOR MAGNET 24 CHARLES BURR A short time ago, Charlie wanted to look more like his name-sake, Charlie Chaplin. He cultivated a mustache. The quality we won’t question, but the quantity is the question. DAVII) DALE Why didn’t the director of Richard Barthelmess’s pictures give Richard a rest by allowing Dave to act in his parts? He has the same dignified way and persists in being older than he is (reason for so thinking—long jeans). MARGARET DECKER Do r.ot little Frenchy gestures and a certain French air belong alike to Margaret Decker and Marguerite Courtot? JOHN DODDS As the class of January ’20 is providing an all-star cast, why not let John Dodds be our John Emerson and furnish a ripping scenario. THEODORE DODDS In length of line and dashing ways, Ted is Wallie Reid’s under-study. THE SENIOR MAGNET 25 ALICE DOUTHETT Alice declares she looks like Gale Henry, so what can we do? We contend, however, that Alice far outshines that screen light in the realm of song and dance. WILLIS EURY Willis, we find, looks like Charles Ray in that wonderful picture, “The Rube.” Your acting as that poor fellow was superb, Willis. ANNA FRATCHER Ann Fratcher, brown-haired, brown-eyed, and petite, is the replica of Shirley Mason before she surrendered her “crown of glory” to the barber’s shears. BERNICE FULTON Everyone loves Bernice, with her protecting motherly ways. She is the characterization of Helen Wright. RICHARD GIBSON Dick is the Ben Turpin of our class. The resem-blance is only when looking at or for girls (an everlasting resemblance). 26 THE SENIOR MAGNET EMMA GRAHAM Here comes Alice Howell. You have a lot of admirers in the A Senior class. Mary Ruff is one of your chief patronesses, Alice. MARGARET GREEN Margaret, still is beads and hair bows, is like Bessie Love, in that she steadfastly refuses to grow up. GLENNA HAYS Tall and strongly built is Glenna. He might properly take J. Warren Kerrigan’s place in his next release. MILDRED HEIM Pauline Frederick has dark eyes and an aristocratic nose—Mildred also. But Mildred is more girlishly natural than the rather affected Miss Frederick. RUTH HEINEMAN Altho differing somewhat as to eyes and hair, Ruth resembles a certain star who shall be nameless in that she “vamps” and gets away with it. THE SENIOR MAGNET 27 JOSEPH HEMPHLING If one could change Joe’s smooth black hair but let him retain his smile, then Smiling Bill Parson’s grin would show a great display of ivory. VICTOR HITE Vic seemed very much troubled on being told he resembled Sessue Hayakawa. You should be proud to think of looking like that wonderful fellow, Vic. Did you see him in “The Illustrious Prince”? JULIETTE HOWARD That mouth of Judy’s has a great deal of common with Enid Bennett’s. RUSSELL JUNE Russell is so rushed with work that even if asked to understudy Bobby Harron he would be too busy. JAMES LYON If Jimmy should burst into the typewriting room in chaps and sombrero, brandishing a pair of six shooters, every embryo stenographer would fall under the spell of Bill Hart, Bad Man of the West. 28 THE SENIOR MAGNET jessie Macdonald If the ancestry of Normal Talmadge had been Scotch she and Jessie would surely be close kin. Or if Jessie should prove that she could emote, she might be Dorothy Dalton’s counterpart. EDITH McGUIRE Edith’s eyes and her self-contained air equal the soft-brown orbs of Elsie Janis and the spirit which carried her through several months of war work in France. HELEN McGUIRE Helen might say with truth, “I have dark hair, and so has Madelaine Traverse; I’m good looking and so is she.” KENNETH McCANDLESS We wonder whether Ken will have for his company his “image,” Thomas Santsche. Ken’s first release would be set in ancient Greece with Aeneas and Dido as leads. GEORGE McKEE George has but the last two years broken into the limelight of Butler High, but evidently he is still holding his former position on the screen. “In Snares of Paris” we saw him playing under the non-de-plume, Jack Rollins. THE SENIOR MAGNET 29 IRA McKEE If “Pete” would conform to the present fashion of dressing the upper lip, he would be Jack Holt, villian of the screen. ELSIE MOORE Elsie might impersonate Peggy Hyland. Just so she doesn’t carry the impersonation to the extent of bringing to school a lion cub, which she has adopted. FLORENCE MOORE Ever since we saw “Tarzan of the Apes,” we have wondered if Elmo Lincoln has a sister. MARGARET NICKLAS Ann Little looks at you just ’zactly as our Margaret. She has the same quiet way and sweet smile that one would expect of Ann after seeing her play. EARL NOLSHEIM David Powell always plays the wicked part. But Earl, who might be his twin, would have to be cast in comedy roles. 30 THE SENIOR MAGNET HENRIETTA OSWALD Henrietta, with her big brown eyes, is a youthful edition of either Virginia Pearson or Mrs. Sidney Drew. RAYMOND POPPENHOUSE At one time we might have thought Raymond like Charles Ray, so bashful, but now since he has become more worldly, he is surely Lumsden Hare. Know him? He is the polished villion who makes love to someone’s else wife!!! ELIZABETH RAMSEY “Tibby” in her ballet costume looks terribly much like Mae Marsh, in “Polly of the Circus.” She may even have a pony to ride, same as Mae. You never can tell. MARTIN REIBER If Martin should take off his glasses, we should have before us that famous personage, Jack Dempsey, who has lately made his debut into the movies. EDNA REITH Movie fans who consult the Screen Journal of today will surely find Edna’s prototype in Betty Blythe. THE SENIOR MAGNET 31 MARY RUFF In Mary we find a resemblance to all the comedian characters of the silver sheet. Mary can be found at the show viewing her favorites, Gale Henry, Billy West, etc., except when she is galloping past on her pony. ROSE SMULOVITZ Eyes that have a haunting sweetness in their brown depths distinguish Marguerite Fischer and Rose. RUTH STEWART In that demure actress, Gladys Brockwell, we find Ruth’s big eyes and striking features strongly represented. LAURA SCHAEFFNER In spite of the fact that Laura looks like Tsura Aoki, Sessue Hayakawa’s wife, she is not Vic Hite’s wife. LEE TARNO When our youthful giant Lee sets his lips in an uncompromising line and squares his chin, he is Harrison Ford in his sterner moments. 32 THE SENIOR MAGNET HOWARD TURNER Howard, when the Pathe serial, “Bound and Gagged,” comes to town, go to see yourself playing the lead. You’ll see yourself listed as George B. Seitz. GENEVIEVE VINCETT It’s amazing how much “Jim” resembles Ethel Clayton. Take a good look at the profile of each. “Jim” will forgive you for staring a while. ANN WAGNER Billy Rhoades looks out of Ann’s big eyes and smiles her friendly greeting. RAY WEITZEL Ray, an athletic member of our class, is strikingly like Sidney Drew of comedy fame. RUBY WHITE One young person whose family name is White has already acquired fame and we recommend another to share her glory. Ruby has great blue-gray eyes, and since the camera is not sensitive to the variance between red hair and fair hair, their coiffures compare favorably. THE SENIOR MAGNET 33 ROSAMOND WHITESIDE Rosamond’s ancestors were surely Vikings as were those of Olive Thomas. Blonde hair clusters above the rounded ovals of both faces, and pearly teeth gleam between smiling lips. ELIZABETH WILSON Natalia Talmadge has not been seen on the screen in the immediate past, but we see her every day in school in Elizabeth. HARRIETT YETTER Lucille Stewart played opposite ’Gene O’Brien in “The Perfect Lover.” From all appearances, she will soon be playing a perfect lover, maybe. GRETCHEN ZIMMERMAN With her hair piled high and that delicious little something draped over her forehead, Gretchen is the impersonation of Clara Kimball Young. 34 T HE SEN I OR M AGN E T CLASS POEM This is the story I read in a book Seated one day by a cool, shady brook. Listen to me and I’ll tell you the name, “January, ’20, The Class of Some Fame ’ Page number one had the names of the class, But as you know them o’er that I will pass. Then came their actions, their words and their deeds; And last of all came the big Senior feeds. ’Twas in mid-winter of nineteen sixteen. This wondrous class first in High School was seen, On the third floor all the pupils were placed, Oh. how through corridors long they all raced! Their first term in the High School was soon spent, Teachers into their brains new knowledge sent. This term was not all work, there was some cheer, They had their reception during that year. The next year some grew so daring and bold, Even the teachers were compelled to scold. This is the reason—they’d come down a floor, With the young Freshmen they mingled no more. This year more class spirit in them was sent, To a corn roast at McCalmont they went; ’Twas a beautiful night and all had fun, Some arrived home in time to see the sun. During this year the class lost quite a few, The number left behind was six and two. Why these few decided to stay behind No good reasons were they able to find. The Junior year was the next in the line; All through this third year the work went fine Some of the pupils to number four went, Others to A in the cellar were sent. The Senior year was the best year of all, THE SENIOR MAGNET 35 Now they were Seniors naught mattered at all. To skip hard classes they were not afraid, Nor did they care how many zeros they made. As B Seniors the A Seniors they entertained, For their play many weary hours they trained. Every one admitted that they had fun, Yet they were glad when the whole thing was done. Even the principal was dressed that night In such a garb he looked like a fright. Some of the teachers took part in the play, The whole audience then with laughter did sway. As B Seniors through old halls they did roam, But when as A Seniors they had a new home. In this new building their commencement was held; At the thought of this hour with pride their hearts swelled. During the last lap of the High School race, They kept things going with a merry pace. They had some feeds and parties galore, All had a good time and then wanted more. Now Class Night was over their school work was through. And every member of the class felt blue. The school life was hard, but really not bad, To leave these surroundings made every one sad. Margaret Decker -----------b.-h.-s.----------- 1916-1920 Just four short years ago we came With timid, halting feet. And entered dear old High School, The school that can’t be beat. Our first year passed as in a dream, The days we can’t recall. We learned each lesson duly given, And ne’er did one of us fall. Then came our happy Junior year, We all felt pretty great, For many had fallen along the road, But many were left by fate. A corn roast we had in our Junior year ’Twas surely a brilliant affair; To Shaffer' s we went, ’twas an evening well spent All happy and free from care. The one event in our Freshman year Was a sled load held one night To Ivradel’s we went, ’twas an evening well spent With everything happy and bright. Our Sophomore year skimmed quickly by, On the wings of flying time, Giving us hope and giving us joy With many a song and rhyme. And now our Senior year we’ve reached Our school days nearly o’er, The B Seniors want our places And we are shown the door. It hurts us all to leave you, Dear old B. H. S.; We love you all, your halls, your walls, Your faculty we bless. Henrietta Oswald 36 THE SENIOR MAGNET FOR A’ THAT Is there a guilty conscience In the Senior Class and a’ that ? The lowly Fresh, we pass him by, We dare be Seniors and a’ that. For a’ that and a’ that, With many zeros for a’ that, The goal is but two weeks away But we'll graduate for a’ that. What tho’ in study hall we sit For being late, and a’ that ? Take examinations very day, We’ll graduate for a that. For a’ that, and a’ that, Our detriments and a’ that, The honest one tho’ aer sae bright Has copied once, for a’ that. Ye see yon Freshie called a Soph Wha’ struts and stares and a’ that; The Juniors next with heads aloft They’re next in line and a’ that. For a’ that and a’ that, The end so near and a’ that. The Seniors, tho’ we soon will go, We look and laugh at a’ that. Genevieve Vincett —B.H.S.— IMAGINE Imagine Mr. Irvine Tall and very thin, With sideburns on each pallid cheek, A beard upon his chin. And then comes next Miss Purvis, Weighing most a ton, With clothes so very gaudy They rival with the sun. Can you see Mr. J. T. Hogg Without a Vergil book, Cracking safes and burning homes Living like a crook? Imagine now Miss Rose McNees Out with a hero walking, Instead of saying to the boys, “I will permit no talking.” Now imagine a Class Night play Without Miss Orr’s assistance. When she says, “You must do your bit,” There never is resistance. Can you perceive Miss Wigton A famous gladiator, Instead of teaching in High School And being a dictator ? Imagine now Miss Jarrel A famous story writer, Instead of teaching pupils To write on a typewriter. Imagine Mr. Bemisderfer A-mixing up a cake, Instead of using H20 Used H2S by mistake. Last, but not least, Miss Houston Without her cheery smile, Not giving the encouragement That makes school life worth while. Margaret Decker —B.H.S.— “SANDLESS SANDY” O Sandy was a hobo gay, A proud and cheerful rover, Who’d wandered on his weary way, Many a long trail over. He slept not in a feather bed Where many a rich man tosses, But was not loathe to lay his head On fragrant green-hued mosses. Now Sandy oft approached a home To ask a bite to eat; But homewives love not those who roam, Or pity their weary feet. And oft a dog came rushing up, To snap at Sandy’s pants; And Sandy never teased the pup, But left with nary a glance. THE SENIOR MAGNET 37 Then some kind dame would often say, To our proud hero bold, “If you will work for me today, I’ll give you a fine meal—cold.’’ But Sandy always said, “Nc! No! I must not stoop to that,” And on his way he’d blithely go, Donning his ragged hat. He never sweat, he never worked, And o’er his grave was carved, “Here is a man who always shirked Until at last he starved.” David E. Dale —b.h.s.— THE ORDEAL The day had arrived, we were told, Where one bv one we must go With our spirits mighty low. To that room all covered with mold. To that room hung with garments dark, To which the spirits have clung Of those for whom the tolling bell has rung, That they should on life’s voyage embark. Into these garments of former renown Our shrinking bodies now were placed, And from our future was erased The ordeal of trying on caps and gowns. Georgia Allen —b.h.s.— I WONDER WHY I wonder why we feel so blue When 7 a. m. comes around; I think it’s ’cause the morn’s so cold, As from our beds we bound. I wonder why at 8 a. m. We have to hurry so; ’Cause if we come a minute late To the office we must go. I wonder why we tremble so When called on to recite; I think it’s 'cause the teachers fume And look about to bite ( ?). I wonder why we know so little At the end of every year; ’Cause the teachers, some are kind, And some we hold in fear. I wonder why we jump for joy, When the clock says 3 45; ’Cause it’s time to be dismissed And into sport to dive. I wonder why we grumble so At every evening meal; ’Cause our lessons we must get, No matter how we feel. I wonder why we like to see Every movie show; To see how movie stars are dressed, And see there, all who go. I wonder why we feel so tired, When we jump into our bed; I guess it’s ’cause we work all day, And evening finds us dead. Edna C. Reith —b.h.s.— THE WORKER’S PARADISE When Earth’s last chapter is written, And the pencils are all laid away; We shall go, all those who are bidden, To work in God’s beautiful way. We shall work, despite sorrow and trouble, Shall work and shall write as we list, Not commanded by teacher or rabble, But each as his Muse shall insist. The work that we struggle to do here, Up there shall be done at our ease; The poets shall sing without labor, The authors write stories that please. 38 THE SENIOR MAG NET The genius by Penury hindered On Earth, shall be happy in Heaven, For book-lore will not be required Desire, and knowledge is given. The iron-bound rules of the classics Will not fetter the thoughts as they flow, For the mind in which God has placed classics Is able to make its own rules. The author, who bidden by tyranny— Necessity, stern and unjust— Writes pages he knows are unworthy Shall fill his hopes there, if he trust. Hunger and thirst shall be banished From that realm where beams are fulfilled: Joys that through sorrow have vanished, Shall return, with the dross all distilled. Since the imperfect work that we do here, Paves the way for achievement above, Though our pages are marred with a tear, We strive toward the Land that is Love. Melda Brown —b.h.s.— THE FACULTY Who is it that with helping hands Exempts us from our last exams? The Faculty. Who is it, that with eagle eye Watches the halls the late to spy? Mr. Irvine. Who is it that with gentle ways Our history leads three glooming days ? Miss R. McNces. Who is it that with roar and din Our Vergil ponies orders in ? Mr. Hogg. And who with fierce and awful stare Our final Arithmetic marks declare? Miss O’Brien. Who is it treats us awful tuff And teaches us to make such stuff? Mr. Bemisderfcr. And who from dawn till setting sun Toils to get “The Magnet” done? Miss Houston. And who with manners meek and mild Seeks to tame the Freshmen wild? Miss M. McNees. Who is it that with manners meek Spielen Deutchen all the week ? Miss Birchard. And who's a sport who can’t be beat Makes us often take the front seat? Miss Purvis. And who with magic of a face In all our hearts has won a place? Miss Orr. And who with smile and friendly nod Has helped us bear the rule and rod ? Mr. Turner. Who will weep when we say good-bye, With honest grief will groan and sigh? The Faculty. Henrietta Oswald THE SENIOR MAGNET 39 The Magnet STAFF Editor-in-Chief—John W. Dodds Exchange Editor—Marjorie Oswald Assistant Editor—Georgia Allen School Notes—Louise McCune Literary Editors—Eleanore Holt, Mary Alice Scott Business Manager—Russel June Alumni Editor—Evelyn Ruff First Assistant Business Manager—Harry Baxter Athletic Editor—Norman Heinzer Second Assistant Business Manager—Earl Grohman Faculty Advisor—Miss Houston CLASS REPORTERS A Senior—Margaret Decker A Sophomore—Ruth McCrea B Senior—Meta Martin B Sophomore—Charles Nicholas A Junior—Albert Pearce A Freshman—Donald Keil B Junior—Dorothy Byers B Freshman—Fred Richards TERMS Seventy-five cents per year, payable in advance; fifteen cents per copy. Address all communications of a business nature to the Business Manager; Exchanges, Contributions, etc., to the Editor, John Dodds. THE MAGNET published monthly, except July, August and September. Entered as second-class matter December 18, 1007, at the postoffice at Butler, Pa., under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1870. § vniov i£la0nrt SENIOR MAGNET COMMITTEE John Dodds, Chairman Victor Hite Margaret Decker Ruth Heineman Georgia Allen Mary Ruff Elizabeth Ramsey Raymond Boyer Jessie MacDonald Russell June Melda Brown Vol. 19 JANUAKY, 1920 No. 4 We have come to the parting of the ways. The class of January, 1920, breaks up, and each member goes out into the world’s vortex to pursue his or her own course in life. From now on our paths will widely differ; different interests will hold each of 11s, and in time the companionship and happiness of those four years in Butler High will he but a pleasant remembrance, which will, however, remain clearly outlined in our treasure trove of memory. The separation tears at one’s heartstrings,—there is no use denying it. It is a thing which is felt and not understood. Underclassmen can not appreciate it, for but a short year ago we heard the same tale from the lips of 40 THE SENIOR MAGNET those who were then graduating. “Old stuff!” we scoffed, and turned away. It has taken the same experience to make us realize that in the severing of the associations of four years, there is a certain twinge of regret. Some of the class will pursue their studies yet farther in various colleges, while others, though their education will by no means stop, will turn away from the halls of learning, each to take his niche in the busy world, a cog in the wheel of life. There is no denying that those who are enabled to attend college hold a tremendous advantage. The world of today demands educated men and women, and the person who is broadened out by a college training has a distinct edge on the unprepared individual. But wherever our paths may lead us, into whatever environment we are thrown, and whatever difficulties beset our way, if we but remember to be men and women, the end for which we have been working will have been accomplished. —b.h.s.— The editors of the Magnet regret that in compiling this edition of the Senior Magnet, owing to the exigencies of space and the number of teachers, it has not been possible to mention every member of the faculty in the writeups. Only those who have been honored (?) who had A Seniors during the last half year. We thank the faculty for the work they have done for us and the care which they have taken of us. In particular the editors of this paper wish to thank Miss Ann Houston for hours and energy expended trying to assemble our crude efforts into a readable form. Without her tireless assistance this issue could never have been the (ahem!) undoubted success which it is. The class especially wishes to thank Miss Rose McNees for the interesting class work of the last semester and the thoroughness with which she looked after the Commencement program; Miss Georgia Mechling for the artistic decorations about the class pictures in the Senior Magnet; Miss Martha U. Orr by whose splendid drill the class play was made so satisfactorily successful' IF 13MDVW HOI M3S 3 HI 42 THE SENIOR MAGNET Raymond Boyer The graduation of our class will take from High School several very good athletes. It is not our policy to boast, but as every class has their chance to tell of their great men, it would be foolish to pass by this opportunity, for we have players in every branch of athletics and some of them “star.” Basket-ball Ira McKee has played four years for Butler High and has always shown fine form both at home and at other High Schools. Richard Gibson has also won four letters and shown himself to be a player of more than ordinary ability. As forwards, McKee and Gibson are considered two of the best that ever earned a “B.” Ray Weitzel has a good record in basket-ball, having won many numerals in the inter-class league. In class basket-ball, Bruce Borland, Victor Hite, and Joseph Hemphling have held up our honor among the other classes, and Borland is making a good showing on the school team this year. Base-ball After several years, it was finally decided (the season 1919) to have a baseball team again in school, and our class was represented by Ray Weitzel, Ira McKee, and Richard Gibson. At first base, Weitzel stirred up quite a bit of comment on his work, covering the bag very well. Ira played left field and Dick right and sometimes center. This first base-ball season was considered very good inasmuch as Butler had not been represented in base-ball for a long time . We won eight games out of nine. Raymond Boyer was student manager of this team. In our Freshman year we had a baseball team for our class. Those who played were John Dodds, Theodore Dodds, Victor Hite, Kenneth McCand-less, Ira McKee, and Raymond Boyer. Foot-ball In foot-ball, January ’20 can boast of several very good players. McKee, at quarter-back, displayed good judgment on the field and fine end running and line plunging, not to mention a kicking power which brought honor to B. H. S. Ray Weitzel played a fine game at half-back and was recognized as a big essential in our back-field combination. Richard Gibson played well at full, back but was handicapped by broken ribs. Raymond Boyer made his 'letter at guard. For student manager of this team we had Victor Hite. “Vic proved himself to be a good student manager, and his sign painting was worthy of much praise. THE SENIOR MAGNET 43 Scrubs In basket-ball, Vic Hite, Bruce Borland, and Kenneth McCandless. In foot-ball, Joe Hemphling, Kenneth McCandless, Glenna Hayes, and Victor Hite. In base-ball, Kenneth McCandless, John Dodds, Victor Hite, and Joseph Hemphling. Joe Hemphling has been cheer leader for the last year, and he certainly has pep and lung power. We hope the school will not feel the loss of our players very much, but it gives us a certain measure of pride to think that they are in our class. A new feeling—sorry, yet proud. 44 THE SENIOR MAGNET CLASS PRIMEK Allen Georgia Georgia’s dimples are her pride, She couldn’t hide them if she tried. B— Blackmore Kathryn Kathryn Blackmore’s nickname’s Kate. She comes in the last minute and sometimes she is late. Borland Bruce There was a boy named Bruce, In ’rithmetic he shone. The way he added up his sums Made all the pupils groan. Boyer Raymond His name it seems is very queer, At least to me it doth appear. He’s called “Raymond” when out on Sunday, But “Bob” is what he’s called on Monday. Burr Charles If you look in the dictionary You will be sure to find, That Burr in there and Burr at school Are an entirely different kind. Brown Meld a Melda is an English shark; She’s as brilliant as a ’lectric spark. D— Dale David Behold the valedictorian, The leader of the class. Dave has never worried Because he knew he’d pass. Decker Margaret Margaret Decker is our class poet, Just read these pages if you don’t know it. Dodds John And lo! the president of the class Of January twenty. He’s always hurrying to and fro, Of work he does have plenty. Dodds Theodore Just get Ted Dodds to tell you, About the Goolag story; You’ll see his face all wreathed with smiles, For then he’s in his glory. Douthett Alice Our Alice just loves lots of fun, From morn ’till night she’s on the run. THE SENIOR MAGNET 45 E— Eury Willis Oh, Willis is a timid lad, He’s very seldom heard; When lie’s driving in a machine, He flies past like a bird. F— Fratcher Ann Ann Fratcher is so very .small, Is her brain like that—no, not at all. Fulton Bernice Bernice lives in Springdale, To school she walks a mile. You never see her face unless It’s covered with a smile. G— Gibson Richard Dick Gibson is a great athlete, He stars in basket-ball; Though he is nimble on his feet, For girls he sure does fall. Graham Emma Emma lives across the street, From our nice, big, new High School To start to school at 8:48 Is Emma’s Golden Rule. Green Margaret She may be chic and tres petite, But then at that she’s hard to beat. H— Hays GlEnna Glenna’s very, very tall. He doesn’t talk a lot. He never stayed in study hall Because he wasn’t caught. Heim Mildred Mildred Heim has lots of friends, She’s finding more each day, Oh, everybody likes her ’cause She has a pleasant way. Heineman Ruth Ruth, with the blue and dreamy eyes, Your heart will surely monopolize. Hempfling Joseph Joe Hempfling’s our cheer leader; When he yells, he yells loud; You hear his voice afloating, Above the jolly crowd. Hite Victor Vic Hite is the cartoonist Of this illustrious class; He’s always drawing pictures To make the time go fast. Howard Juliet When Juliet starts to do a thing. She always sees it through. You always feel so lucky, When the joke is not on you. J- June Russell Oh, here’s another, Russell June, A happy looking boy; He smiles to pass the time away, His life is full of joy. Lyons James Jim Lyon’s not a lion, To Rushes oft he rushes, And when the teacher calls on him Jimmy always blushes. M— MacDonald Jessie Jessie’s always laughing, Everywhere she goes; What she’s always laughing at, No one ever knows. 46 THE SENIOR MAGNET McCandless Kenneth Kenn McCandless knows lots of things, He is an honor student. He is a very quiet lad, That’s why he is so prudent. McGuire Edith Edith is a quiet girl, Possessing big brown eyes; And when you gaze upon her, You know she must be wise. McGuire Helen Helen sings soprano, She has a very sweet voice, And when she plays the piano, It is a musical noise. McKee George Oh, George is always laughing, And he likes lots of fun; He is very bright in ’rithmetic, And his mother calls him “Son.” McKee Ira His first name is Ira, But he is called Pete. He’s made this school famous, He’s such an athlete. Moore Elsie Elsie lives on East Pearl Street, She walks to school each day. She’s never late, so visits To study hall she does not pay. Moore Florence Florence is a country lass, A welcome member to our class. N— Nicklas Margaret For every one that e’er she meets, Our Margaret has a smile, She thinks that kindness is the thing, That makes living well worth while. Nolsheim Earl On his mouth organ Sweet music he plays; He does the clog dances In ten different ways. CIOS WALD Henrietta Henrietta giggles To pass the time away; That’s why Miss Purvis scolds her Every single day. P— Poppenhouse Raymond Raymond Poppenhouse is very bright And he takes honors, too; When duties are assigned to him, Those duties he will do. R— Ramsey Elizabeth Some call her Tibby, Others call her Tib : We all know it is a fact, She never told a fib. Reiber Martin Martin is a student Who always can recite; The reason for his wondrous work Is, he stays in at night. Reith Edna Her hair shines like sunshine, Her brown eyes do, too; To give a quick answer Is a thing she can do. Ruff Mary Mary Ruff accomplishes Everything she tries; In Science she made us all Open wide our eyes. THE SENIOR MAGNET 47 S— Siiaufner Laura Laura’s very quiet, She doesn’t make much noise, She never starts a riot, And she has no use for boys. Smulovitz Rose We have a Rose in our class, A very fitting name; She cannot be a wild, wild rose, For she is very tame. Stewart Ruth Ruth is a winsome lass, Who always does her part; Surely some known hero Will capture Ruthie’s heart. T— Tarno Lee Lee Tarno never has been known To have been late in school; He never laughs or whispers And never broke a rule. Turner Howard His last name is Turner, His first name is Howard; He ne’er fears a teacher, He is never a coward. V— Vincett Genevieve Jim Vincett is a jolly girl, Her heart is kind and true. Whenever Genevieve comes ’round, She brings fun with her too. W— Wagner Ann There is a business student, Ann Wagner is her name; To be a great stenographer Is this girl’s highest aim. Weitzel Ray Oh, here’s Rudolph Ray Weitzel, And now just let me say. He comes into our High School About every other day. Wilson Elizabeth Elizabeth is the one girl Who looks forward to gym; The reason why she likes it is Because she’s full of vim. Whiteside Rosamond Rosamond, sweet Rosamond, Won’t you sing us a song? We wish that you would sing to us A classy one like “Chong.” White Ruby Her first name is Ruby, Her last name is White; She always knows her lessons, Though she does go out at night. Y— Yetter Harriett And here is Harriett Yetter, She is our fashion plate; She goes out every evening, That’s why she’s often late. Z— Zimmerman GrETChen Imagine Gretchen Zimmerman Teaching a rural school; Gretchen herself did not obey Any laid-down rule. 48 THE SENIOR MAGNET A PUZZLE If a man who chews is a chewer, Why isn’t a man who sues a sewer? If a man who talks is a talker, Why isn’t a man who rocks a rocker? If a man who buys is a buyer, Why isn’t a man who ties a tire? If a man who gives is a giver, Why isn’t a man who lives a liver? If a man who eats is an eater, Why isn’t a man who meets a meter ? If a man who sips is a sipper. Why isn’t a man who slips a slipper ? If a man who sings is a singer, Why isn’t a man who rings a wringer? Margaret Decker —b.h.s.— BOOK LIST “Just David”—David Dale. “Girl of the Limberlost —Florence Moore. “Vanity Fair”—Georgia Allen. “Red Pepper Burns”—Bruce Borland. “Mrs. Red Pepper Burns”—Edna Reith. “Freckles”—Pete McKee. “Shavings”—Ray Weitzel. “Rose in Bloom”—Rose Smulovitz. “Tarzan”—Charles Burr. “The House of Lies”—Office at 8155. “In Flanders Field”—Gas in our Lab. “In School and Out”—Pete McKee. “Tom Sawyer”—James Lyons. “Taming of the Shrew”—Kate Black-more. “How to Make Love”—Glenn Hayes. “Seventeen”—Dodds Brothers. “What Happened to Mary”—Howard Turner. “Dick Prescott at West Point”—Dick Gibson. “Henry Esmond”—Joe Hemphling. “Little Women”—Ann Fratcher, Marg Green. “Little Man”—Dave Dale, George McKee. “Once to Every Man”—Tiby Ramsey. “Romeo and Juliet”—Martin and Judy. “Inside of the Cup”—Ted Dodds. “The Squirrel Cage”—Senior High. “Daddy Long Legs”—John Dodds. “Three Guards”—Buckey, Mr. Hogg and Pap Turner. “Alice in Wanderland —Alice Douth-ett. “Tramp Abroad”—Earl Nolsheim. “Looking Backward”—A Sr. Class. “Little Minister”—Ken McCandless. “Wrecker”—Vic Hite. “Queen of Hearts”—Mary Ruff. “Forbidden Ground”—Shearer’s Hall. “Battery F”—Judy Howard. “The Eyes of the World”—Henrietta Oswald. “Innocence Abroad”—Gretchen Zimmerman. “Ann of Green Gables”—Ann Wagner. “Four Horsemen of Apocalypse”— Mary Ruff, Eliz Wilson, Tiby Ramsey, Marg Decker. “Far Away and Long Ago”—Our coming into H. S. “Dangerous Days”—Examinations. “Sisters —The McGuire Girls. “The Girl in the Mirror”—Ruth Heine-man. “Science of Eating”—Senior banquet. “Blooming Angel”—Melda Brown. “Why Worry”—Jessie MacDonald. “Square Peggy”—Marg Nicklas. ‘‘The Girl on the Job”—Harriet Yetter. “Elsie Duismore”—Elsie Moore. “Sorcery”—Bill Eury. “Coke Upon the Water”—Mid Heim. “Emmy Lou”—Emma Graham. “Genny Be Good”—Gen Vincett. “Floor Walker”—Russ June. “The Singing Heart”—Ruth Stewart. “The Woman Who Dared”—Laura Schaffner. “Little Moments of Happiness”— Rosamond Whiteside. “Chip of the Flying U”—Raymond Boyer. THE SENIOR MAGNET 49 50 THE SENIOR MAGNET C L A S Name Found Doing Favorite Expression 1 Georgia Allen Posing “Peutetre” 2 Kathryn Blackmore Talking “Aint it swell?” 3 Bruce Borland Arguing “Now listen to me” 4 Raymond Boyer Drumming “I did study it” 5 Melda Brown Giggling “Heavens!” 6 Charles Burr Flirting “That’s advice of a way” 7 David Dale Studying “Good-night” 8 Margaret Decker Fussing “Oh—ah” 9 John Dodds Shimmying “Very good, Eddie” 10 Theodore Dodds Bluffing “Oh, I s’pose” 11 Alice Douthett Jabbering “My gosh” 12 Willis Eury Blushing “Nothing” 13 Anna Fratcher Worrying “Ye gods” 14 Bernice Fulton Singing “Sweet papa” 15 Richard Gibson Dating at the barracks “I’m a good fellow” 16 Emma Graham Gesticulating “I’m scared skinney” 17 Margaret Green Keeping quiet “This here—” 18 Glenna Hays Dancing “Did you see her, Vic?” 19 Mildred Heim Collecting money “Oh, Ted” 20 Joseph Hemphling Buying hair nets “Beg pardon” 21 Ruth Heineman Rushing “Oh, for evermore” 22 Victor Hite Vamping the ladies “Oh, girls” 23 Juliette Howard thumping “I hafta go home” 24 Russell June Combing his hair “Jimminy” 25 James Lyon Chewing “Betcha nickle” 26 Jessie MacDonald Working “I’m a wreck” 27 Kenneth McCandless Algebra “That’s easy” 28 Edith McGuire Fiddling “Sure” 29 Helen McGuire Singing “I’m afraid I’ll crack my voice” 30 George McKee Speeding “Oh my” 31 Ira McKee Playing hook “Aw g’wan” 32 Elsie Moore Blowing bubbles “Oh my” 33 Florence Moore Vergil “Yes, ma’am” 34 Margaret Nicklas Keeping quiet “Oh lordie” 35 Earl Nolsheim Making a noise “Judas priests” 36 Henrietta Oswald Showing her dimples “I’m lost” 37 Raymond Poppenhouse Stuttering “Goodness sakes” 38 Elizabeth Ramsey Eating “Pep her up” 39 Martin Reiber Driving a Packard “Uh huh” 40 Edna Reith Printing “I’ll print this one” 41 Mary Ruff Riding her horse “Why pick on me?” 42 Rose Smulovitz Tickling the keys “No, I’m not” 43 Ruth Stewart Shorthand “Gimme that” 44 Laura Schaffner Sitting still “Oh, yes” 45 Lee Tarno Nothing “This is terrible, girls” 46 Howard Turner Just thinking of??? “There’s going to be trouble here 47 Genevieve Vincelt Crabbing “Aw listen” 48 Ann Wagner Giggling “Gee whiz” 49 Ray Weitzel Getting in wrong “Is this one o’ mine?” 50 Ruby White Making goo-goo eyes “For cat’s sake” 51 Rosamond Whiteside Algebra “Golly Moses” 52 Elizabeth Wilson Riding “I can’t” 53 Harriett Yetter Borrowing “Oh, how I love that” 54 Gretchen Zimmerman Everybody “You know what I mean” THE SENIOR MAGNET 51 CHART Alias Trade Mark Ambition 1 George “Sunkist” Censored 2 Kate “Is my nose shiny?” Be a reformer 3 Red “Become a real business man” To have black hair 4 Bob “The egg crate wallop” To keep his nickles (Nicklas) 5 Melda “Here it is” To be Irene Castle 6 Chuck “Far from the beaten track” To be a school teacher 7 Dave Faultless” To be frivolous 8 Decker “There’s something about it you’ll like” To be a physical director 9 Johnny “The happy messenger” To be an editor 10 Ted Kuppenheimer” To run an A. P. store 11 Alice “Sam pecks” To be a missionary 12 Willie “Chases chills” To elope 13 Ann “Raindrop size” To be a movie actress 14 Bennie “Look what Horlick’s did for me” Can’t you guess? 15 Dick “Protected where the wear comes” Marry an heiress 16 Emmy “Cleans, brightens, and preserves” To shoot Mr. Bemisderfer 17 Greenie “Hasn’t scratched yet” To be a bookkeeper 18 Cleaner “Learn to dance at home” Too small to write 19 Mid “Standard Underwood” To be a tax collector 20 Humpy “We are advertised by our loving friends” To be a Caruso 21 Heinie “Make beautiful eyes” To go to South America 22 Vic “Pure as the pines” To w shimmy championship 23 Judy “A beauty aid for every need” To be a hair dresser 24 Russ “Send no money” To own Reiber’s store 25 Jimmy “The bootblack” To have an option on Wrigley's 26 Jess “A skin you love to touch” To be a farmerette 27 Ken “Old Reliable” To be a scientist 28 Edie “Highest in quality” Fiddle her life away 29 Hully “Your complexion is your greatest charm” Be a prima donna 30 Mickey “Speed Grits” Master a monkey wrench 31 Pete “One of the 57” To do everybody 32 L. C. “Say it with flowers” Be a model 33 Florence “Run no risks” To take Mr. Hogg’s place 34 Marg “Best at any price” Be a chorus girl 35 Dutch “99 44 100% pure (Simple)” Join O’Brien’s Minstrels 36 Henri “Champion worry-chaser” Be a housekeeper for??? 37 Poppy “Champion” Ride on back of an ice wagon 38 Tiby “Of course” To be a real Theda 39 Mart “Wear-ever” Be a lawyer 40 Edna “Red Devil” Be a photographer 41 Mary “A good old card game” Be a speed cop 42 Rose “Famed for flavor” Be a Paderewski 43 Ruth “Sun-Maid” To be a stenographer 44 Laura “Maid in America” Rest in peace 45 Lee “Stands alone” Be a soda jerker 46 Turner “Have you a Sweetheart?” What happened Mary? 47 Jim “Music by correspondence” To get a guy (Guy) 48 Ann “Wagner Ware” Be a Mrs. Pankhurst 49 Bowldy “My shape is my fortune” Join a Russian ballet 50 Ruby ‘ At home” Run a beauty parlor 51 Rose “Spick and Span” Manage a cabaret 52 Elizabeth “Wilson Co.” To be a Sunday School teacher 53 Harry “Don’t shout” To help run Ketterer’s truck 54 Gretch “Bread winner” To do nothing 52 THE SENIOR MAGNET CAN YOU SEE? Margaret Nicklas loud and boisterous. Earle Nolsheim as Romeo. Willis Eury as Douglas Fairbanks. Henrietta Oswald without her dimples. Edith McGuire a flirter. Russell June in The Butler. Charles Burr singing the “Vamp.” Mr. Bemisderfer a woman hater. George McKee without his smile. Mary Ruff in the Follies. David Dale making a zero. B. H. S. without Pap Turner. Helen McGuire knowing her poetry. Ruth Heineman weighing 200 pounds. John Dodds four feet two. Ray Weitzel with a shave. Ruby Black instead of White. Margaret Green hurrying. Tiby Ramsey without her blushes. Ted Dodds without his bluff. Bernice Fulton being a bell-hop. Russell June’s hair all mussed up. And B. H. S. without the Class of January ’20. Boo-Hoo—Seniors—Boo-Hoo! Anon —B.H.S.— ONE-HALF MILLION DOLLAR BREACH OF PROMISE CASE (NOTE:—The readers of this paper will no doubt be interested in reading the following, which was copied from “The Eagle” of October 1, 1080, as it is a fulfilled prophecy of the Class of January, 1920.) Entered in the Court of Common Pleas, in the County of Butler, Pennsylvania, this morning, a suit to recover $500,000 for alleged breach of promise. The plaintiff, Miss Georgia Allen, brought suit against Reverend John Dodds, pastor of the Third United Presbyterian Church of this city. This was a great surprise to the public as they were both prominent leaders in all social affairs. The district attorney, Earl Nolsheim, was ably assisted by Ted Dodds for the prosecution. Rev. Dodds has enlisted the services of those eminent legal lights, Joseph Hemphling and Ruth Heineman, to piove his innocence to this vile charge, preferred against him. Miss Allen alleges that Rev. Dodds was finally induced to marry her, but got cold feet and reniged, declaring that he did not feel able to support a wife on his meager salary. The case was scheduled for 9 o’clock this morning, but Judge Martin Reiber was fifty-nine minutes late, because he didn’t get up in time. The following able jury was selected : David Dale, foreman; Mildred Heim, Bernice Fulton, Russell June, Alice Douthett, Edith McGuire, Raymond Poppenhouse, Florence Moore, Ann Wagner, George McKee, Edna Reith, and Laura Schaffner. When the case was finally opened, our able district attorney gave an address, making Rev. Dodds worse than a common thief, to treat this poor innocent child, Miss Allen, as he did. John’s brother, Ira McKee Dodds, called the district attorney a prevaricator, and was ordered out of the court room. Then his sister, Gretchen Z. Dodds, scratched Sheriff Ramsey, as she tried to remove Ira. Gretchen was indicted for contempt of court. During this speech, the court crier, Margaret Decker, had to call the court to order twice. The first time was when Janitor Richard Gibson and Jani-tress Kate Blackmore were making a disturbance in the court room. Richard insisted on gallantly carrying Kate’s scrub bucket for her, though Kate playfully refused. The second call to order was when John’s mother, Rose Smulovitz Dodds, burst forth in tears to hear her son’s character so defiled. His father, Ray Weitzel Dodds, tried to comfort her. THE SENIOR MAGNET 53 but she finally had to be ordered from court by the court crier. The first witness for plaintiff was Mr. Willis Eury, who testified that he had known the plaintiff for the last fourteen years. He declared that she was one of the most admirable women he ever met and that Rev. Dodds was taking advantage of her youth and innocence. The next two witnesses, Emma Graham and Victor Hite, both testified that to the best of their knowledge and belief, the plaintiff’s character was unimpeachable. Kenneth McCandless proved that the defendant was a male vampire when away from the pulpit. Henrietta Oswald and Helen McGuire declared that he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and, anyway, they couldn’t see why Georgia would want to marry John. Howard Turner, Rosamond White-side, and Elizabeth Wilson, the last witnesses of the plaintiff, took the stand and stated very emphatically that they were present at the time John proposed. Therefore, the evidence was not circumstantial nor indisputable. The clerk of courts, Lee Tarno, then called a noon recess; and the Times reporter, Melda Brown; Eagle reporter, Mary Ruff, and Citizen reporter, James Lyon, rushed off to give the evidence to their respective papers. After the noon recess, Joe Hemph-ling and Ruth Heineman, for the defense, gave their addresses and called the following witnesses: Ruth Stew- art and Harriett Yetter, who both testified to the fine and noble character of their minister. Charles Burr was next to take the stand. He bore witness that John was a woman hater. The next witness, Anna Fratcher, proved that the plaintiff was a vampire and had enticed the innocent preacher. Margaret Green conclusively proved that even if John did propose, he was not responsible for anything he did. Elsie Moore, Miss Allen’s neighbor, declared that the plaintiff and defendant never went out together, tho’ she always watched to see if they did. Juliette Howard, the star witness for the defense and John's servant, summed up the testimony of all the other witnesses. During this testimony, the court stenographer, Genevieve Vincett, requested that the witnesses talk more slowly, as she could not take notes so fast. The prisoner tried to protest some of this testimony, but was soon tamed by Sheriff Elizabeth Ramsey. The associate judge, Jessie MacDonald, began to powder her nose, but was informed that it was very unjudicial. She was very much flustered, especially when the visitors began to titter. Eleven of the jurors were found to be asleep and were rudely awakened by the tipstaffs, Margaret Nicklas and Glenn Hays. The ushers, Ruby White and Bruce Borland, next interrupted by asking to be excused, for the court room was full and they considered that they had finished their work. Judge Martin Reiber was dubious whether or not to excuse them as the case was unprecedented. As Black-stone had nothing to say on this point, he declared that he couldn’t excuse them. The trial finally proceeded when Attorney Nolsheim cross-examined Charles Burr, who claimed Rev. Dodds was a woman-hater. Mr. Burr, when asked where he got his information, stated that Judy Howard, Rev. Dodd’s servant, told him. Attorney Hemph-ling objected, but Judge Reiber sus- 54 THE SENIOR MAGNET THE SENIOR MAGNET 55 iained the testimony. Anna Fratcher was next cross-examined. She had stated previously that Miss Allen was a vampire and had tried to win the preacher’s affections. When asked how she knew all this, she said, “Georgia Allen attempted to vamp my husband.” At this interesting period of the case, the water-boy, Raymond Boyer, broke a pitcher, spilling water over Judge Reiber. The jury then filed out and after an hour and fifty-seven minutes’ deliberation, awarded a verdict of six cents to the plaintiff. —b.h.s.— CLASS POKER Ace High—Mr. Irvine. Straight Flush—Tiby Ramsey’s cheek. Three Queens — Jessie MacDonald, Georgia Allen, Margaret Nicholas. Four of a Kind—David Dale, Martin Reiber, Kenneth McCandless, Ray Poppenhouse. Two Pairs—Lee Tarno and Rosamond Whiteside, John Dodds and Georgia Allen. Pair of Fives—Kate Blackmore’s toes. Pair of Deuces—The McGuires. Pair of Jacks—John Dodds, John Hogg. Full House—Study Hall. Joker—Earl Nolsheim. Pair of Kings—Pete McKee, Dick Gibson. Pair of Tens—Glenna Hay’s shoes. —b.h.s.— LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Class of January ’20, noted for “pep and parties,” having attained the world-wide renown for which we have been striving for four years, being of unsound mind, never physically fit and never on time for school, now announce to the eagerly waiting public these few bequests which are distinguished for quantity, not quality : 1. To the B Seniors we leave our “Big Bens,” with a warning that a hammer may be needed to adjust them, for they are trained to go off at such a time as to enable us to jump across the slate just as the electric clocks click nine, instead of eight-fifty. Also one square and cube root table, mended, but useful, cannot be duplicated, and one set of Higher Algebra problems, almost completely worked out. 2. To the coming classes, we leave Shearer's Hall for their class parties. 3. We bequeath our wild excuses for being late to those who have insufficient brains to fool the boss. 4. To Commercial students we leave our Eagle pencils and our never tiring fingers. 5. We leave the prescription for our good looks, not being able to leave our faces behind, to the underclassmen, with the admonition that it must be kept in an air-tight jar. 6. The A Senior marble team bequeaths its bag of commies and assortment of shooters to Richard Elliot’s rival team, to whom we wish luck. 7. We leave our slang words to the school at large and we suggest that some B Senior girl accept “Timber My Toplights” for her favorite saying. 8. We bequeath our Vergil ponies to the new Public Library for easy reference. 9. We bequeath the swimming pool to Mr. Irvine in order that it may be used as an exhibit until the year 1925, when we hope it may be ready for use. 10. We leave Mickey McB. and Jimmy K. to the Freshman and Sophomore girls. 11. To Mr. Bemisderfer we bequeath all the odors of the Chemistry, and now that we are gone and can no longer protect him from the wiles of 56 THE SENIOR MAGNET the Freshman vamps, we warn him to watch his step. 12. We leave a traffic sign at each corner and suggest that Mr. Turner operate it between periods. 13. We leave the time we’ve wasted in B. H. S. to the Freshies so that they will not drop back a year. (Signed) Class of1 January, 1920. Witnessed before me this 15th day of January, 1920. Ella B. Purvis, Notary Public. Term expires 1950. — B.H.S.— BATTLE ROYAL In the Battle Royal was witnessed one of the fierciest contests in the annals of the club. At the clang of the bell five types of fine young manhood entered the ring, and shook hands, but behind that handshake lurked that deadly aggressiveness which typifies the real fighter. The five men were introduced by Referee Burr as Lightning Joe Hemphling, Invincible McCandless, Whirlwind Reiber, Red Borland and Bull Weitzel. At the second clang of the bell the contestants rushed fiercely at each other. Lightning Joe Hemphling and Whirlwind Reiber paired off, while husky Bull Weitzel fought Invincible McCandless and Red Borland. For fifteen long minutes the battlers exchanged blows while the blood and gore streamed to the canvas. Suddenly the crowd arose and yelled until it was hoarse for only Bull Weitzel and Lightning Joe Hemphling remained in the ring. For twenty-five minutes the pair rained a profusion of blows upon each other. The terrible strain was beginning to tell on Joe. Both of his beautiful brown eyes were swelled shut, while he bled from the nose and mouth. Bull Weitzel was still fresh but his face was terribly battered. Weitzel suddenly side-stepped a firce lunge of Hemphling’s and planted an uppercut on Joe’s chin. Joe’s eyes closed and he rocked to and fro and fell to his knees when Weitzel again planted him between the eyes. Joe took Referee Burr’s count for ten . The crowd fairly went wild as they carried Weitzel off on their shoulders. —B.H.S.— BIG CHAMPIONSHIP FIGHT Gunboat Dale Knocks Out Kid (Jno.) Dodds Last night in one of the hardest fought battles in the history of the Unionville Athletic Club, the much-boutecl champion, who has met and defeated the best in the country, at last met his match. It was a furiously fought battle and Gunboat Dale delivered the goods in a most ingenious way. Several former champions were present, namely: Battling Tarno, K. O. June and Tiger Poppenhouse. Fight by Rounds Round I. The contestants stepped to the center of the ring and shook hands. At this moment the Kid apparently pulled a foul, but he contradicts this statement by this explanation. He said, while still holding Gunboat’s hand, he only meant to give him a friendly pat on the back, but regrets that he did it so violently, causing Gunboat to lose his equilibrium and fall at his feet. He took the count of three. Gunboat arose none the worse of the jolt and delivered a right upper-cut to the Kid’s jaw, jarring his whole frame and causing him to stagger. The Kid came back with a right hook, which THE SENIOR MAGNET 57 found its destination on Gunboat's jaw, lifting Gunboat off his feet and depositing him in his corner. Gunboat came back gamely, determined to win. They exchange a series of blows and go into a clinch. At this stage the gong rang, ending the first round. The Kid’s round. Round II. Gunboat left his corner with a spring, and rained a shower of blows on the Kid’s head, before he arose from his seat. The Kid sprang from his corner, and aimed a vicious blow at his head, hoping to land his famous haymaker wallop, but missed by a mile. They exchanged a series of blows and go into a clinch. While in the clinch, Gunboat tried to trip the Kid, but was sternly rebuked by Referee Charles Burr. At this moment the bell rang, ending the round. Gunboat’s round. Round III. The Kid came back strong intbe final frame. He went in raining a perfect whirlwind of blows on Gunboat Dale. Gunboat only escaped by ducking in between the Kid’s legs. The Kid whirled around an dsent a straight left to Gunboat’s jaw. Then Gunboat rocked on his feet. The Kid, with too much confidence, rushed in to deliver the K. O. blow, when Gunboat Dale sprang to the surprise of the bout. As the Kid rushed in unprotected, Gunboat left the floor with a mighty leap. His right crashed to the Kid’s jaw with a mighty dull thud. The Kid tottered on his feet and slowly crumpled to the canvas. He took the count of ten. The huge crowd went wild, climbing through the ropes and slapping Gunboat on the back. Gunboat Dale was declared paperweight champion of the world. The one sad event of the day was when Gunboat attempted to put on the championship belt, and it slipped over him, striking the floor with a crash, knocking several of the good glass diamonds out. —B.H.S.— BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL AVIARY Specimen—Franklin R. Bemisderfer. Species—Chemistrus Formulatus. Song—“It’s sim-ple, it’s sim-ple.” This is an unusually long song for a bird of this locality, but he manages it very well, and if it is not musical it is elevating. When the young of the species are in danger (at examination time), he is sometimes heard to emit short sharp notes that sound like letters and numbers combined in strange ways. Habits—This bird is not like most masculine songsters of this locality, in that he is not given flashy feathers and instead of 'a brilliant tuft atop his head, he carries all his brilliancy within his cranium. Range—He loves to flutter back and forth among the vile smelling chemicals of room 303. He is sometimes seen as far north as Shearer’s Hall when the Magpies of Butler High School gather there for a jazz recital. Specimen—Ella Purvis. Species—Mathematicae. This is a bird of modest plumage. The only brilliant color on this bird is its red head. Habits—It is a quiet bird, suffering at times from arithmetitis, geometritis, and similar complaints. Song—“Hor-ri-ble, hor-ri-ble.” Range—Between West Pearl and corner of Franklin and North Streets. Specimen—Martha Orr. Species—Marta Rema. The Marta Rema is a bird of dove-like appearance; but unlike this bird 58 THE SENIOR MAGNET of peace, her feathers are easily ruffled. Habits—This bird has a distinct opti-tude of managing other birds, particularly those of a later generation. Song—“Lou-der, lou-der.” Range—Between Butler and the Beaver Valley. Specimen—J. H. Hogg. Species—Magister Latinus. The Magister Latinus is a member of the Owl family; he’s always hooting but he is very wise. Song—“Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking.” Range—Wherever athletics or Vergil books are found. Specimen—Rose E. McNees. Species—Modern Literaturae. The Modern Literaturae is noble in carriage, amiable and pleasing to the eye. Song—“Less noise, less noise, less noise.” Range—From Franklin Street to High School. Specimen—Anne Houston. Specie—Astronomae. The Astronomae is the most gorgeously plumaged bird of our specimens, always chirping. She belongs to the so-called song birds. Song—“The Magnet, The Magnet, The Magnet.” Range—Everywhere. Specimen—Mr. Irvine. Species—Bossibus. The Bossibus is a bird of somber plumage. It is subject to sudden and uncertain migrations. Song—“Hurry, hurry, hurry.” Range—In all places of mischief. Specimen—Mary Wigton. S'pecies—Stenographae. This little bird is of quiet and retiring habits, modest in appearance. Song—“Come on now; click, click, click.” Range—Second floor. THE SENIOR MAGNET 59 Mr. Irvine, who was being coaxed to have his snapshot taken for Senior Magnet said, “You know we’re not going to have a comic section this time ” Higher Algebra: Miss Purvis, ut- terly exasperated—“Now, Victor, if you add one-fifth of a pair and one-fourth of a peach, what would you get?” Vic H.—“A grape-fruit, I suppose.” Lee Tarno (literature)—“Cowper’s father died when he was two years old.” Mary Ruff— He who boasts of always being on time, generally goes through life half-awake.” Charles Burr—“Got up this morning and watered the horses.” (We suppose he milked the cow, too.) Before Spelling: Mr. Hogg—Are you through with your lunch, Gibson ? Mr. Hogg (in Latin)—“If Dido loved Aeneas, why didn’t she marry him?” Voice—“It takes two to fight.” If a ship was sunk, would safety razor? No, dynamite. John Dodds to Miss Purvis—“Do you call those concrete problems, because they are so hard ?” Earl N. (in Literature)—“Wordsworth married fortune—a girl of 900 pounds.” Mr. Bemisderfer—“Elizabeth, when iron is red hot, does it have a high temper?” Lib—“Yes and sometimes it loses it.” Margaret Decker wishes to deny the report in a former “Magnet” that she only ordered 50 cards, not expecting to keep her name long enough to use that many. Margaret states that she ordered 100 cards. AUCTION SALE The following properties will be sold to the highest bidder. Proceeds will be devoted to Senior Magnet. One Vergil Pony—Fair condition. One Square and Cube Root Table— Mended but useful, cannot be duplicated. One Set of Higher Algebra Problems—Worked out almost complete. NOTICE All Seniors possessing Library Cards return them to Reed’s. Some one asked Mark Twain: “Of all your books which do you consider | the best?” To which he promptly replied, “MY BANK BOOK ” HOW TO GET ONE: Earn some, spend less and deposit the balance in our Savings Department. BUTLER SAVINGS TRUST COMPANY | BUTLER, PA. 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