Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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21 THE SENIOR MAGNET —w— ummm j0i-- KVS-

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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.)

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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.