Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1921 volume:

DEDICATION ............................................. 2 OUR FACULTY ............................................. 3 LITERARY— Pro Actore”—Pauline Schmoker......................... 3 So Much Good in the Worst of Us —Viola Roenigk....... 9 “The Tell-tale Stoiy”—Miriam Greenlee.................10 “Romance and Barbara's Slippers —Leona Cohn...........13 “A True Story”—Abram Barron...........................15 “Jack Puts One Over”—Vincent McKee....................16 “M. D.”—Prances Horwit;...............................17 Misjudged”—Verna Bishoff ............................IS “Gwendolyn’s Inheritance”—Dorothy Young...............20 “Just Stumpy”—Lilia Steen.............................21 “Out of the Snow”—Genevieve Perifano..................23 “A Christmas Surprise”—Elizabeth Vensel...............25 “SWEE1 GIRL GRADUATE”—Pauline Schmoker...................26 CLASS WRITE-UPS ..........................................27 POET’S CORNER— “Late”—Leona Cohn ... ................................36 “So Modest We (?) ■—Genevieve Perifano................36 Advice to Our Under-Classmates”—Kathryn Quinn........36 “L’Envoi”—Miriam Greenlee ............................37 “Farewell to Butler High”—Genevieve Perifano..........37 “Farewell”—Josephine Bailey ........................ 37 “Senior Psalm of Life”—Miriam Greenlee................37 “A Seniors”—Levi Nicholas.............................38 LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT”—Leona Cohn.....................39 EDITORIALS— “Higher Education”—Edvard Miller....................... 40 I —Miriam Greenlee ........................42 Explanation | SCHOOL NOTES .............................................43 ATHLETICS ................................................ 45 “OFFICE DOG .............................................46 LOCALS, JOKES, ADS..................................... 57 POSTSCRIPT ...............................................83 JJcMraticm We, the members of the Class of January, 1921, dedicate this Senior Magnet to those faithful men and women—Our Faculty—through whose earnest efforts we have been able to reach our goal, after jour long years of struggling. T E S E NIO R (M A G N E T 3 OUR FACULTY V. K. Irvine, A. B., Princeton, Phillips-Exeter Academy, Principal; Vigilant, Kind, Industrious. —b.h.s.— Rose H. McNees, B. S„ Grove City College, English and History; Resourceful, Eminent, Mannerly. —b.h.s.— Ella Purvis, B. S., Westminster, Mathematics; Exact, Polite. —b.h.s— John T. Hogg, Otterhein College. Latin; Jolly, Temperate, Helpful. —b.h.s.— Mary McNeks, P. H. B„ Grove City College, A Igebra; Meek, Meritorious. —b.h.s.— Martha U. Orr, A. B., Wells College, Ereach; Most Useful anti Obliging. —b.h.s— Ann Adair Houston, A. B., Westminster, Latin and Astronomy; Ardent, Amorous, Humorous. —b.h.s.— Carena Jackman, A. B., Wittenberg, English; Calm. Judicious. —b.h.s.— Edith Burchard, A. B., Allegheny, American History; Earnest, Blithe. Susan A. Rose, A. B.. Allegheny, English; Sage, Austere, Reserved. —b.h.s.— Georgia Mfchling, A. B., Kee Mar College, English, History; Gracious, Merry. —b.h.s— Fred Bernlohr, A. B., W. and J., Capitol University, Latin; Faithful, Bright. —b.h.s— Esther Stone, A. B., Allegheny, English; Efficient, Sociable. —b.h.s— Ethel Kelly, A. B., Allegheny, Ereach, Latin; Engaging, Knowing. —b.h.s.— Chas. S. Coleman, A. B., Franklin and Marshall, Physics, Algebra; Clever, Serious, Confusing. —b.h.s.— Franklin R. Bemisderfer, A. B„ Ursinus College, University of Pitt., Chemistry, Ancient History; Famous, Ready Bluffer. —b.h.s.— E. M. Crouthamel, A. B., Juniata College, Algebra; Ever Mirthful and Careful. —b.h.s.— Emily Irvine, A. B., Mt. Holyoke, English; Energetic, Ingenious. 4 T H E S E NIO R € f A G N E T Joseph A. Ferref., Millersville Normal School, U. of Pgh., Latin, Physiology; Jovial, Ambitious, Fat. —B.Ii.S.-- Susan Jenkins, A. B., Allegheny, English; Serene. Jaunty. —u.ii .s.— Clara E. Bartley, P. H. B... Westminster, English, Physiology; Calm, Easy-going, Bashful. —b.h.s.— Jean Campbell, A. B., Westminster, Physiology, Algebra; Jolly, Capricious. —b.h.s.— Lucille Critchlow, A. B., Wooster, A Igebra, Geomet ry; Little, Courteous. —b.h.s.— Guy A. Koons, A. B., Ursinus College, Physiology, A Igebra ; Generous, Assiduous, Keen. —b.h.s — Margaret Lester, A. B., Geneva, Latin; Modest, Logical. —b.h.s.— W. J. Summerville, Clarion Normal, Wisconsin University, Arithmetic, Physical Geography; Witty, Jubilant, Sincere. —b.h.s.— Elizabeth R. McDermott, Valparaiso College, Penmanship, Bookkeeping, Typewriting; Energetic, Resourceful, Methodical. —b.h.s.— Mary Wigton, Rochester Business Institute, Ste nograpby, 1 ypewrit ing; Meditative, Watchful. Mary C. O'Brien, Bookkeeping, Penmanship, Typewriting; Martial, Critical, Observant. —b.h.s.— Anna Brier, Columbia University, Typewriting. Bookkeeping; Always Blissful. —b.h.s.— Edith McGuire, Grove City, Penmanship; Easy, Magnamimous. —b.h.s.— Mont R. Frederick, Penn. State, Mechanical Drawing; Meritorious, Romantic, Faithful. —b.h.s.— John R. Pillow, Lehigh University, Manual Training, Woodwork; Judicious, Recreative, Precise. —b.h.s.— Gertrude Seibert, A. B., B. S., Lima, Columbia, and Simmons Colleges, Cooking; Generous, Sedate. —b.h.s.— Evangeline Jones, School of Domestic Science, Boston, Sewing; Ecstatic, Joyous. —b.h.s.— E. E. Schattsneider, University of Wisconsin, Physical Director; Everlastingly, Engagingly, Sunny. —b.h.s.— Helen Cousins, Temple University, Asst. Physical Director; Happy, Comradely. THE SENIOR {MAGNET 5 PRO AGTORE Pauline Schmoker The merry tinkle of the sleighhells echoed in the frosty air of the winter’s night. The snow fell softly without, and the cheerful fire glowed warmly within the beautiful Beaumont home which was situated on the outskirts of New York City. All was peace and contentment in the smiling faces of the inmates. There was good-natured Mr. Beaumont, seated before the fire reading the jokes in the paper to his pretty wife, who enjoyed them exceedingly. Then there was Elizabeth, whom they called Beth, their'only child, the pride and joy of her parents. She was sitting in front of the fire playing with her dolls. Beside her sat David, a very thoughtful, freckled face lad, who had been adopted by the Beaumonts four years ago, thoroughly absorbed in building castles in the air. David, who was about a year older than Beth, worshipped her with all of his young heart. Although she had been pampered and petted, w-as rather unreasonable and spoiled, he liked her all the more, for who could resist the sparkling smile of that fair little face? To David she was a little fairy who had dropped from an enchanted castle, lie was always the Prince Charming and Willis Whitsell, a schoolmate of Beth’s, who ad- mired her greatly, was the wicked enchanter; and so in David’s mind was formed many a wondrous story with these three persons, he, of course, always winning the hand of the fair Beth. But as our dreams are often the opposite of real life, so it was with David’s. Although Beth liked him, she preferred Willis as a playmate instead of David, and David was often left alone while these two romped together. David hated his rival and oft times he would walk home anger raging within him and striving manfully to keep down the sobs that rose in his throat. Beth’s indifference to him cut him deeply and made his hatred for Willis even more intense. Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont loved David as their own and he worshipped them in return. Davit!, when five years old, had been adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont and reared as their own, being the child of friends of theirs who had passed away during the scourge of influenza. Mr. Beaumont, who was a banker, had planned a bright future for his adopted son. David was to be sent to one of the best colleges in the country, after which he was to be employed bv his father in the bank. And so the years fly by with speed until we find Beth a young woman and 6 r II h: S •; N l O R A G N :' T David a handsome young man. Their dispositions had not changed with the passing years. David had left his freckles behind and Beth was more beautiful than ever before. It was a cool autumn evening, the leaves all red and yellow, lav in heaps or were scattered hither and thither by the chilly breeze. David sat in the library looking over some books, lie glanced up and just at this moment Beth entered the room. “Going any place tonight, Beth? he said. “Yes, to a party with Willis. How do I look?” He studied her for a moment. Her brown curls were piled high, her eyes sparkled like dewdrops, and her dress of blue satin and silver lace, hung in graceful lines about her slender figure. “Wonderful! was the reply, but it would not have been necessary for him to speak, for Beth saw the admiration in his brown eyes and was pleased. “Why don’t you ever take me to any dances or parties, David?” she teased. I don’t care for that sort of life, Beth,” he said smiling, “and besides I’m kept quite busy with my work at the bank.” “Nonsense,” she replied. “You could let that go. 1 don’t think you care as much for me as you once did.” “Beth, you know I— But at this time Willis arrived and whisked Beth off to the party and David was left alone as usual. “What a fool I am,” he mused, “Always sitting back and letting that sap-head take Beth. How much happied this life of mine would be if Beth loved me. I guess I’m too serious to suit her though, and with these thoughts running through his mind, he sat until suddenly startled by the ringing of the phone. “Hello! yes this is Beaumont’s residence. What! in an accident? Yes, I’ll tell her. Hurling the receiver down, he rushed into the drawing room where he found Mrs. Beaumont. “Mother dear, dad has met with an accident; was struck by an automobile and is at the Penn Hospital. Hurry! Put your wraps on and I’ll drive you over.” Quicker than it takes to tell, they were on their way and soon the hospital was reached. Mrs. Beaumont rushed into the room where her husband lay dying on the hed. She went over and knelt bv his side. Placing his outstretched hand on hers, he whispered— “Katharine, I guess it’s all up with me. Give my love to our dear daughter and tell her that it is my wish that she marry David. May God bless you, my faithful wife, and David 1— But the rest of the words were inaudible as strength was leaving his body and he was sinking fast. His wife softly sobbed while David stood motionless beside her. He tried to speak and comfort her, but the words stuck in his throat and he could not. I he wounded man stirred, then sank back, and all was ended. The life that was so dear to him had departed and he lay cold and still. David, without speaking, led Mrs. Beaumont away and silently they rode home. Long into the hours of the morning, they sat before the once cheerful fire and bore their grief together. Spring had come, the trees were in blossom, and the gay little birds sang merrily as they flew from place to place gathering straw and the necessary materials for their nests, while the blue sky smiled serenely from above. Beth, who had become engaged to Willis despite her mother’s wish that she marry David, was preparing for her marriage, and was packing her belongings, as she was soon to leave her home. Mrs. Beaumont had left for Chicago shortly after the death of her husband and was living with a friend of hers. r II •: S E N10 R cM A G N E T 7 Just as Beth was finishing her packing, a letter was brought to her by the maid. Seeing that it was from her mother, she hastily opened it and read— My darling daughter— I suppose bv the time this letter reaches you, you will have your wedding all planned. But, my dear, I wish you would grant the wish of your dead father and marry David. David loves you, Beth, and would make you a much better husband than Willis. I beg you to consider this as I fear you are making a mistake by marrying Willis, and if so, it is one that you will greatly regret. Write and tell me that you’ll marry David and I shall be much happier. With love, Mother. For a moment Beth wavered, but her mind was made up. Marry David? Not she. I le never went to parties and she could never be happy with a man who didn’t travel with her set. She wrote and told her mother that everything was settled, and she was going to marry Willis. This done, she continued with her work until interrupted by David, who had entered unnoticed and stood watching her. “Well! where are you going?” she said as she saw he had his wraps on and a suitcase in each hand. “1 don’t know yet, Beth. I’m just going that’s all. I came in to say goodbye and wish you happiness in your married life.” “Why, David,” she said in surprise, “Surely you’ll not leave New York? I really—why this—that is I thought—” she stammered, not knowing what she wanted to say. “Yes, I think I’ll leave New York,” he replied, “And as I don’t have much time to get to the train, I must hurry.” She stood silent; he bade her farewell and left. Still she did not speak. When he was gone, she threw herself down in a chair and cried as though her heart would break. Then she dried her eyes and wondered why she felt so lonely without him. In the meanwhile in London, a noted stock company is rehearsing a play which is expected to be the best of the season. All London awaits the release of this drama and it is talked of far and wide. The leading man, William Richley, is a much renowned person in this great city, and it is just recently that he has become famous. He is one of the best actors on the London stage and has a very promising career before him. The part that he has in the play is the best he has ever had, and he is eager to appear in this great role. Many weary nights he spends going over his part and finally is ready to portray the character in the story. At last the eventful night arrives. The theater is crowded and impatiently awaits for the curtain to rise. The orchestra has filed in and has began to play. Behind the scenes a few last touches are added here and there. W’m. Richley is in his dressing room taking a last look at his role. All is ready and the signal for the curtain is about to be given, when the door of Richley’s room is thrown open and Mary, the maid of the leading woman, stands before him. “Well?” he said impatiently. “Oh, sir!” replied Mary, “My mistress is sick and it will be impossible for her to go on the stage tonight.” Richley looked dumbfounded for a minute. The leading woman not able to appear? What was to be done? Finally he said: “She must go on. there is no other way; and besides she will only have to come on in the last act.” Mary shook her head. “No, she is too ill and is getting ready to go home this very minute.” 8 TII E SENIOR EM A G N E T She looked thoughtful for a moment, then added— “Why not use the understudy?” Understudy! I forgot about her,” said Richley. “But does she know the part ?” “Yes,” said Mary, “And as you said she will have to appear only in the last act.” “But she’s new and if the play is not a success, 1 shall he badly disappointed after all my trouble and worry.” “Even if she is new, she has talent and has practiced the part under the direction of my mistress. Besides,” Mary added slyly, “She’s a mighty good-looker.” “Very well, Mary, have her get ready at once and I must hurry as it is now past time for beginning.” The audience fussed, twisted about, shuffled its feet: why didn’t that curtain rise? Richley added a few last touches of make-up and rushed out upon the stage. The curtain rose, the audience subsided, and all was still. The first three acts passed without mishap. The play was a success, so far, yet Richley was worried for fear that the new leading woman might spoil it. He had never seen her and was troubled. Nevertheless, the curtain rose for the' last and most important scene. The leading lady was standing in the center of the stage. She gave her lines, then bowed her head. Richley entered and advancing toward her said: “Margaret, mv dearest. I knew that you would return to me some day. You know 1 love you: surely you will not refuse me now. Marry me and make me happy. I le folded her in his arms. She raised her head to reply and he looked down at her. “My God!—Beth”—he quickly checked the words that would have come. “David, she gasped—then stopped and went on with her part. “I’ll marry you now, my dearest friend.” He kissed her and the curtain was lowered. The audience thundered its applause and after many encores the curtain remained down and the people filed out of the theater and were whirled away in their taxies, talking of nothing but the wonderful play. Behind the curtain stood David gazing at Beth as though he could scarcely believe his own eyes. “How did you ever get here?” he asked at length. Then she told him of her life with Willis; how he had squandered her money; gone out with other women, and made life so wretched for her that she was forced to leave. She received word later of his death. He had quarrel with a friend of his and had been killed. After that she had gone on the stage and wandered from place to place, growing more disheartened all the time. Then she had come to London where she had become acquainted with Rosalie Abbott, the leading woman of this company. Miss Abbott seeing that Beth was talented, had taken her as her understudy. David put his arms in the same position in which they had been at the end of the fourth act, and raising her face to his, he softly said: “Dear little girl, you will make a fine actress, and if it is agreeable to you, I would like to sign you up as my leading lady for life.” She smiled and gave him the same answer as she had in the closing scene of the play. £ £ T II F.S I: N 1 OR !M A G T 9 “SO MUCH GOOD IN THE WORST OF US” Viola Roenigk There’s so much good in the ivorst of us, And so much bad in the best oj us, It hardly behooves any oj us To talk about the rest of us.” The December wind blew the snowflakes onto the porch of Judge Cameron’s residence where Hilda, who worked for the Judge’s wife, was busy sweeping away the snow and singing, “There’s so much good in the worst of us, and so much had in the best of us,” etc. Just then Judge Cameron stepped out on the porch and, hearing Hilda’s song, said, “Do you believe that there is so much good in the worst of us, Hilda? “I do, sir, for my mother has told me that there’s a little bit of goodness in every one of us which is bound to show some day, no matter how bad we are, and that no one's heart is so hard but that something, some time will soften it.” “1 used to think that, too, Hilda, but lately I’m not so sure,” replied the Judge, slowly moving on but thinking of the song, and thinking still more of the man he had sentenced yesterday while the criminal threatened to take his life when he would get out. Judge Cameron was thinking, too, of his little daughter Betty, who lay very sick at home under the watchful eye of his wife. That evening upon his return home, his wife told him their little daughter was no better and the nurse she had been planning to get had sent word that she could not come. She would be obliged to spend another night at Betty’s bedside although she was hardly able. 1 ler husband offered to care for the child this night, and after making sure that he would give the child her medicine every half hour, according to directions, she went to her room to try to sleep. The Judge gave the medicine the first half hour and then he fell asleep. He was awakened by the bang of a window, and when he looked out, he saw a short figure, that of the man he had sentenced, crossing the fence. He then thought of his little daughter whom he had neglected, for it was now daylight and when he kneeled at her bedside, she was breathing regularly and resting easier than she had for several days. The Judge looked at the medicine and saw it was almost finished and he also saw beside the glass a note. “I came to take a life, but I’ve saved one instead. It’s better to save than to destroy. She’s had every dose to 5:30 this morning, and now she’ll need a father, and don’t be asleep the next time she needs you.” 10 THE SENIOR (MAGNET “THE TELL-TALE STORY” Miriam Greenlee The final game of the basket-ball season was only a week away and now the beloved, admired, fast forward, Jean Handel, had failed in her English and could not play. During her four years at Oberlin, Jean had held the place as forward on the girls' team. If she was considered good her first year, what was she now? Her speed and accuracy could not be surpassed. She was swift and easy in her passes and hardly ever missed the basket, even on the longest throw. But—she failed to hand in her essay in English and this cut her mark down so low that it was impossible for her to play. The rest of the team were horrified. I heir Jean failed in English? Impossible! She was always so prompt in handing in her work, and her recitations were always so good. Surely it was all a mistake. ‘'Well ' said Helen Martin, a leader in the crowd, “I think it is up to us to ask Jean herself about this, I don’t understand it. So the crowd started on the search of Jean. They found her in her room curled up in a big chair, her eyes red from weeping. At the other side of the room, Louise Glenn, her roommate, was studying (?); but if you had good eyes, you could have seen that her book was upside down. There was a frightened, nervous look in her eves, yet with all this she seemed very calm and composed. Jean greeted the girls cordially as they came storming in; Louise spoke politely and coldly, but then that was nothing new, Louise always seemed so haughty. She had plenty of money and nice clothes, but was not gifted with brain power. Consequently she was very jealous of Jean, who was bright as well as one of the most popular girls in the college. Another thing that kept Louise at arm’s length from the majority of the girls at school, was her lack of interest in athletics. With a great deal of coaxing she might be persuaded to go skating or on a hike, but to play basket-ball or hockey, never—it was too unladylike! So, on account of all these things, Louise drifted farther and farther away from the jolly bunch of girls and boys who were looking for the big things in life and finding them; and all this time that green-eyed monster of jealousy and envy was creeping more and more into the very soul of Louise, depriving her of all the joy of school day life. The girls gathered around Jean, plying her with questions concerning the report that had reached their ears about her not being allowed to play on the team. Yes, girls, 1 am sorry to tell you, but it is true. I did not hand in my composition, and this morning Professor Glee-man told me my credits ‘were cut down to 70% on that account.” But what do you mean?” demanded Helen Martin. “You know you had that composition written two weeks ago for you read it to me that night I stayed with you. It was simply wonderful, too; I never heard anything like it and why under the shining stars didn’t you hand it in? Jean hesitated as if half afraid to speak. Glancing hurriedly toward Louise, she saw that she was deeply absorbed in the sines and cosines of trigonometry, so she said slowly: Girls, 1 am almost ashamed to tell you, for I was careless enough to lose that composition, and as I had not written it over, I had only one copy. 1 T :' S E N JO R IM AG N li T have hunted everywhere for it, hut it is no use. I put it in the drawer of our table hut when I went to get it, lo, it was not there. Now if any of you know where it is you are brighter than I am.” The girls looked from one to another. They couldn’t understand the situation any better than Jean could. It sure was a case for the detective. Part of the girls thought they knew about the story, but they woudn’t say anything to Jean for it would hurt her honest little heart; for she was true as steel herself, and she could not imagine anyone’s being anything else than just as honest as she was. If anyone had been watching Louise very closely when Helen spoke about having heard Jean’s story, they would have noticed her start very violently and get terribly pale. I lowever, she calmed herself almost immediately and snatched up the trigonometry into which Jean saw her gazing so intently. Thoughts were chasing themselves in Louise’s brain, what should she do? Tell Jean and forever lose the respect of the girl she both loved and envied? No, that would never do. Should she stay away from class when the essays were read and let the class think what they would? Or should she go to Professor Cdeeman and tell him the whole story? No, she could not do that for she stood in awe of the white-haired old gentleman whom everyone loved and honored. What would he think of her if he should find it out? Her conscience was hurting her terribly and she was aware of the fact that it was beginning to show on the outside. For that round dimpled face which was her pride and joy, was getting thin and the black eyes were loosing their sparkle. Louise had noticed Jean’s eyes following her inquiringly and one day when she asked it she was ill, Louise had snapped her off with a quick “No thank you.” All this time the day was rapidly ap- proaching for the Westminster-Oberlin game. A substitute was put in Jean’s place, but oh! she was not to be compared to their own Jean and they were sure they would lose. Finally the day came for the big game, also for the reading of the English compositions. Louise was unable to go to class for she had not slept a wink the night before, and now that the terrible ordeal had arrived she could hardly stand it. “Oh, why did I ever do it?” she asked herself when she was alone. Jean had gone to class with a very sober face. In the English classroom all was excitement. Professor Gleeman had just read a very wonderful essay written by Louise Glenn. When he had laid the essay down, Helen Martin asked for permission to speak. “Mr. Gleeman, you may think me bold when I say this, but I don’t believe Louise wrote that essay. It sounds mighty like the one Jean Handel wrote.” Jean upon being questioned, said that it did sound very much like hers; but as she had lost it. no doubt this one did belong to Louise, and with that decided to drop the matter, although she did wonder how anyone could write anything so very nearly like her own. Professor Gleeman was puzzled. Did Louise Glenn, his dullest pupil, write that wonderful composition, and why did Jean Handel, his brightest pupil fail to hand any in at all? He decided he would send for Louise herself; so that evening while the rest were at supper, Louise received a message to go to the office. She knew what was coming: they had found out about the story. Oh, what would they do, would she be expelled? It was too terrible to think about. The kind old Professor was stern when he asked Louise if she did or did not write the essay. Louise dropped her eyes and in a low tone replied. “I did not.” Then between sobs she told him THE SENIOR MAGNET how she had found Jean’s story, and being unable to compose one of her own, had taken Jean’s masterpiece, knowing that it would keep her from playing on the team. Professor Gleeman had tears in his eves when Louise finished. I low he pitied the girl, yet it was his duty to punish her. What should he do? “Go to your room, pack your trunk, go home. We do not keep thieves in this college.” It was a severe sentence, but no more than the girl deserved. Jean did not return to her room after supper, but went directly to the gym with the rest of the girls. She could at least coach the girls if she couldn’t play on the team. It was just twenty minutes until time for the game to begin when a messenger came to the locker room, “Message for Miss Handel.” Jean hastily tore open the envelope. She read it through; then—“Girls, listen to this: “ ‘Your essay has been found. Will explain later. Take your regular place on team tonight. Professor Gleeman.’ ” “Oh, goody! Jean is going to play.” Jean hastily changed into her middy and bloomers and was ready with the rest when the whistle blew. Amid the cheers of the crowded gym, Jean took her accustomed place and played better than ever. It was a fast, close game with a final score of 22-25 in favor of Ober-lin. Jean hurried to her room after the game and was surprised to find Louise packing. “Why, what does this mean, Louise?” Louise quickly explained everything, adding that she was sorry to have taken the story. “Listen, dear,” said Jean as she gently took Louise in her arms; “You aren’t gor ing home. I’ll tell the Professor that you are sorry anti that will make it all right. Besides you and I are going to be real good friends.” Louise sobbed out her gratitude in her roomie’s arms and thus founded a lasting friendship between the two girls. Jean received permission from the Dean for Louise to remain; and having explained everything to the girls, the barrier was broken down between the haughty Louise and the jolly crowd at college. Through the efforts of Jean, Louise was received into the hearts of the college boys and girls and the last few months of her college course were the happiest she had spent in the whole four years. She loved and was loved bv all and finally realized what it meant to meet life squarely and not be jealous of the one who happened to be brighter than she was. This above all else, To thine oven self be true; And it shall follow as the night— the day, Thou cans’t not then lie false to anyone. T II E S H N1 O K m A C, N E T 13 ROMANCE AND BARBARA’S SLIPPERS Leona Cohn In an obscure corner of one of our large cities is an even more obscure little shoe repairing shop. It might be identified by an unpretentious little sign, much the worse for wear, which reads, “Peter Rogers, Expert Shoe Repairing” and hangs out on the sidewalk about the level of one’s eyes. Down a flight of squeaking stairs, and we have reached our destination. It is a dark gloomy little place, but somehow, we cannot but notice something cheerful in the atmosphere. Perhaps it is caused by the jolly smile on Peter's old shriveled face, as his eves wander from his work long enough to bid us a cheery good-morning; perhaps by the presence of one little caged bird, who sings merrily despite his lack of freedom. Be that as it may, it is certain that no superfluous amount of cheer could be taken from the gleam of light which penetrates through the one tiny window. Romance is a creature blessed with much wanderlust. She may even be found in a concealed corner like Peter Rodgers’ shop. For old Peter dreamed dreams, and his very best dream centered around a pair of slippers—which isn’t so incongruous, considering that those were the means of his livelihood. You see, it was this way. The window in the shop was very small, indeed—so small that when Peter sat at his task, all he could see when he looked out, was the feet of the people who hurried across the pavement above, and of all those scurrying shoes, one pair alone attracted Peter’s attention. They were very tiny and wellshaped, these slippers, but otherwise quite unusual; so it may have been the jaunty step with which they rose and fell, or it may have been Romance herself who compelled Peter to notice them at first, and then watch for them. Every morning at eight, and every evening at five, day in and day out, those slippers passed Peter’s window, and in the long hours that intervened, the grey haired old shoemaker created visions concerning them. When the slippers were new and shiny and sparkling, Peter’s vision topped them with ravishing silks and satins, but as time drew on, and they aged more and more, he fancied their owner as one of his own kind—one of the thousands of sweet, patient, hard-working little girls, who plug and plug, and still smile. There was another dreamer. He lived in the same building as Peter, but many stories up and miles removed from the old cobbler. Norman Randolph was his name—with an M. D., if you please, and he was just starting hopefully, joyously, on the journey whereon Peter had traveled so far. It is sad, but true, that as yet, patients were not besieging Norman’s door, so he, too, had many minutes in which to build air castles and fill them with pretty pictures. Strangely enough, his dreams centered about the very maiden of Peter’s slippers—still not so strangely, since wily Romance had her hand at the wheel. Norman, however, saw no slippers—all he saw was the crown of a dainty red hat, as he looked down from his window, and when the weather was warm enough, an occasional glimpse of a shock of chestnut hair, and the firm young curve of a pink cheek. Life is somewhat like geometry, with its circles and triangles, and here Romance had one of the latter just ready made. Old Peter was one corner, anti Norman Randolph was the other, while the innocent unsuspecting apex was Barbara Ellesdale. And one part of the triangle was unconscious of both others. But there came a day—as days must— i I Til!-: SHNJO R fM A G N R T when the sun forgot to shine and a misty uncomfortable drizzle filled the air. Long ere eight, old Peter sat in the dusky little shop, before a seemingly endless pile of shoes, and in his office, Dr. Randolph arranges his store of books, prepares for another day of waiting. At precisely eight o’clock, Peter almost automatically lifted his eyes—and sure enough there came the little slippers— inadequate as they were for such a day. Their step today was halting, faltering, and old Peter’s face clouded as he saw them waver. Suddenly, quicker than a flash, a heap of dainty humanity had fallen directly in front of the window, and a peaked white face was scarcely distinguishable from the clothes about it. Norman, from the window above, saw too. He saw an arm flung upward as if from sudden pain; he saw little Barbara fall. So at almost the same time when Peter hobbled up the squeaky stairs, the sturdy young doctor had dashed to the street, and together they reached the still little form. They carried Barbara’s fainted body into Peter’s shop. Norman gave his orders quietly, so that he might not frighten her. and Peter executed them silently. It seemed centuries before the long eye-lashs flickered, and the pale lips took on some of their natural color. But at last Barbara stirred and flinging her arms out, clasped Peter’s withered old hand convulsively, and cried loudly in her delirium, “Oh, don’t let them have me! Keep me with you.—Rain and thin shoes!—No rent and she sent me away. Oh, keep me—keep me!” Old Peter’s heart was touched and tears gleamed in his wrinkled old eyes. “If it is true that she has no one else, Doctor, my heart and home are more than open.” “There is no way of finding out now,” replied Norman, “and she must be moved immediately, before it is too late. If you wish, I will have an ambulance carry her to your house at once.” Thus it came about that Babsie Files-dale became a member of old Peter’s family, and for the first time in her life, she had a home where only love reigned. She had been very near the door of death, and lack of proper nourishment and clothes had wasted her away until a mere skeleton practically, remained. For many nights and days, old Peter stood constant, tender vigil, and hour upon hour, he sat beside Barbara’s bed, striving by every power to lessen the power of pain. Norman worked patiently, and it was by his care that the darkness was turned to sunshine, and Barbara’s life was saved. Then don’t you think everyone was happy? During Bab’s long convalescence when she could walk about the house, she transformed Peter’s house into a home, and her many little acts of kindness worked their way into Peter’s heart until they found the very core of it. When the roses had returned to Barbara’s cheeks, and the diamonds to her eyes, she came to Daddy Peter one day, and crouching on the floor beside him, she said, Daddy Peter, you’ve been so good to me. I’ll never be able to repay you.” “Tut, tut,” interrupted Peter, “Why, Babsie, just having you with me is reward enough honey-girl.” “I know how you feel, daddy dear, but 1 owe you so much. Now please don’t scold when 1 tell you what I’m going to do. Dr. Randolph needs an assistant. I le says that 1 brought him good luck— he has the nicest practice. Please daddy! I can reciprocate a little for Dr. Randolph, too, that way.” “Well, honey, if you want to work, it’s not I that will stand in your way. All 1 ask is to see you happy.” Barbara certainly was happy with Norman. She didn’t even admit it to herself, but Peter recognized the symptoms. Norman’s denseness aggravated the old man, so he decided that he would THE SENIOR tMAGNET help Norman in the matter. One night when Norman and Barbara had been to a movie together, they came home and sat in the glimmering moonlight, conversing in whispers, Finally, Norman mustered up enough courage to take Barbara's hand, and old Peter watching his chance, popped out just then. He looked from one to the other, “Well, well, lie exclaimed, “1 suspected it. Easy come, easy go. Well, Norman, if anyone must have my little girl, I’m glad it’s you. And Norman did the rest. The night before the wedding, Babs handed Peter a pair of very shabby, worn out little slippers. “Please throw’ these out, daddy. They can never be used again.” But Romance laughed until she cried, when old Peter took those slippers and locked them up in his cupboard. •B.H.S.- A TRUE STORY Abram Barron Not many years ago I was born in Bvliastok, Russian Poland; the town was inhabited by many Jews, who lived in constant fear of pogroms. These pogroms were as common in those days as they are in these. In 1906 my father decided to leave for America. This announcement was brought about after many days of deliberation, and as we had relatives in America that were not poor, they were willing to help my father get started on the road to prosperity. My father decided to leave on a certain Monday. The rest of us were to follow as soon as father had made enough money to bring us over. On Thursday of the same week a pogram broke out. That event has left an impression upon my mind that shall never be effaced, for the horrors of this pogrom are still fresh in my mind. On Thursday evening all was quiet, and then the news, came out. The Jewish soldiers had been arrested. Why? was the question raised. There had been no outbreak. Then the truth came out. Two regiments of royal Russian soldiers had come for a visit to our town. They were drunk. The Jewish soldiers had been placed in prison to be out of the way of the Russian soldiers; and then we knew our fate. The first shot came at ten o’clock; a storekeeper had been killed. Then amidst great confusion the Jews took to their houses, and at our house we hid under the bed. As 1 lay near my mother, I could hear her beg God that we should be spared. The pogrom lasted two days; a person lived a life time. Fathers were killed, mothers insulted, and babies dissected. It was horrible for one knew not w’hen his turn should come to be killed. Then at last deputies from St. Petersburg came and they caused the soldiers to stop their murdering and plundering. Some months later, money came from America to us. Our happiness can never be expressed to America; the land of the free where the streets were paved with gold. But best of all, where one could live without fear and dread. And when we left, I heard my mother say, “ Thanks unto thee, Lord, for Thy goodness and mercy.” 16 THE SENIOR IMAGNET JACK PUTS ONE OVER Vincent McKee And furthermore, Jack, this is the last fine I'll pay on account of your disregard for speed laws.” “But dad, I was only testing the motor I have been designing.” “Nonsense! A nineteen year old boy like you couldn’t design a babv carriage let alone a motor for a racing machine. You would do better if you spent that time on your studies. “Dad, I’ll bet you a thousand dollars that within six months I will have a motor of my own design that will outstrip anything ever produced in the Randal factory. You may take the money from my allowance if I lose.” “All right! I’ll put up five thousand dollars against your one thousand to show you that I’m still game.” When Jack had left the room, Mr. Randal leaned back in his chair and chuckled. “It will go hard with the bov to lose a thousand dollars, but it will teach him a lesson.” Jack Randal was the son of A. C. Randal, a wealthy manufacturer of automobiles built for speed. Jack was “a chip off the old block,” as the saying goes, and inherited the enthusiasm and determination of his father. As the weeks passed, little was said about the bet, excepting an occasional friendly gibe or joking remark by Mr. Randal. Nearly five months had passed when Jack finally announced the completion of his car. “So it is really completed,” said his father. “Well, well, and when do you want to race me?” “Any time suits me,” replied Jack. “Well, then let us set the contest for Saturday of next week. I’ll demonstrate to you then how quickly a fellow' like you can lose a thousand dollars. “Why, dad, my car is a wonder. It is by far the speediest thing that was ever built in the Randal factory.” “We’ll see! w'e’ll see!” replied Mr. Randal with a twinkle in his eyes. The day for the race arrived and both cars were taken to the speedway, the father and sot giving their machines a final inspection with as much fondness as though the mechanism were human. Finally both announced their readiness and the cars were placed side by side with steadily purring motors. At the signal both w'ere off with the swiftness of eagles. As they sped over the smooth surface of the steeply banked track, their motors roared with that steady drone which comes only from the finest motors in the best adjustment. Slowly Jack’s car drew away from his father’s. Each lap put a greater distance between the two cars. At the end of the twentieth mile lap and the end of the race, Jack’s machine crossed the line six laps ahead of the other. Jack alighted from his car, his face wreathed in smiles. But his joy was slight compared to that of Mr. Randal, who rushed forward, exclaiming, “Great, wonderful, marvelous, son; that’s the fastest car in the country. 1 never saw anything like it. Congratulations, Jack.” That evening Jack was given his five thousand dollars. “1 knew it was sure money, said Jack with a grin as he received it. “Here is another little present,” replied Mr. Randal, handing him a paper. “Wh-wh-what!” stammered Jack as he looked at it, “a-h half interest in the Randal Motor Company.” “You deserve it, Jack. That car of yours is away ahead of anything else built.” THE SENIOR CM AGN E T 17 M. D. Francis Horwitz Shakespeare himself could not have selected a more entrancing setting for his touching love scenes than this beautiful rose garden of the wealthy Kimballs. Narrow paths wound in and out among the fragrant roses, and in the midst of the flowers was a miniature lake. But all was not in harmony with this lovely scene, for in the midst of this paradise a storm was gathering. In the serene water was the reflection of a young girl, the pampered and idolized daughter of Judge Kimball. Gwendolyn Kimball, for such was her name, was a twentieth century athletic type of a girl. 1 ler blue hat, trying to cover her blond curls, and blue sport suit accentuated the color of her eyes. Her cheeks were vividly pink, evidently from the heated discussion. Near Guen was a tall young man possessing dark sleek hair, dark eyes, and the tell-tale lines about his eyes and mouth indicating a jovial disposition. I le was also the proud possessor of the letters M .D. affixed to the name Warren Barnard. “Warren, you simply must go to the reception with me tonight. It is the event of the season, and how would it look for me to go without you so soon after our engagement?” insisted Guen. “I’m very sorry, but it is impossible. There is a consultation tonight about one of my patients. It is a case of life and death, and 1 have no alternative. Guen, can’t you get someone else to go with you tonight?” he earnestly pleaded. “You have no consideration for me. Your thoughts are all centered about your profession. You don't have any time for me,” said Guen, bursting into tears. “All that you think about are your own selfish pleasures,” said Warren, now thoroughly aroused to anger. “I can’t give up my work. How can you sit around and do nothing when there is so much misery and pain? Everybody should try to do some good for humanity.” With this he walked away, leaving Guen astonished and bewildered. Never in all her young life had she been reproved by anyone except her father, and very rarely by him. Whatever she wished, Guen had always received, whether by flattery or subtile coquetry. Warren passed entirely out of her life, but his last words rang incessantly in her ears— “Everybody should try to do some good for humanity.” After pondering and meditating upon these words, Guen impulsively decided to do something for the uplift of humanity. She was not cold-hearted and unsympathetic, but merely needed a bombshell to open her eyes. She entered a large hospital to train as a nurse and threw herself into her work. A year later found Guen rapidly mounting the top steps on the ladder of her career. Efficient anti attentive in her administration, she was liked and admired by all. One day Guen was summoned into the office of the head nurse. A small mining town was besieged with an epidemic of influenza and two nurses were asked to go there. Guen and another nurse, Miss Calvitt volunteered, and the same day they left for Coalsburg. After travelling for two hours, they reached their destination, and at a small dilapidated structure known as Coalsburg Station, they were met by one of the native inhabitants. After introducing himself as Jeremiah 'Forney, the local mail carrier, ticket agent and taxi driver, he led them to an ancient looking five passenger 18 THE SENIOR [MAGNET Lord, and took Guen and Miss Calvitt to the local doctor. lie explained the conditions and said, “I am expecting two nurses and a doctor presently, but 1 shall give you the most critical cases as they need attention at once.” Jerry took them to their respective places, and said to Guen, ‘‘It’s too bad you have Alisha Abott. You’ll never be able to please her. Gosh, she has a sharp tongue!” Jerry did not exaggerate in the least, as Guen discovered, and though her patient was in a serious condition, she was not too sick to give Guen an occasional verbal lashing. Two days later, while Guen was attending to her patient, someone knocked at the door and walked in. “Who is there?” questioned Guen. “The doctor,” the intruder replied. “Come right up doctor, she is much better.” The doctor entered the room and said, “How is your patient?” Guen suddenly whirled around and gasped, “Warren!” “Guen, what are you doing here?” he said equally amazed. “Why—I’m taking care of Miss Abott, but you—where did you disappear to and how do you happen to be here?” “1 was called here with two nurses—” “Nurse! Nurse! Oh, I just know I’ll die. Why don’t you attend to your business?” the patient said, groaning. “As soon as you can be relieved, we shall visit the minister. My heart needs attention immediately,” Warren whispered in her ear. “We must fix up Dan Cupid’s wound.” ---b.h.s.------- MISJUDGED Verna Bishoff Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Palmer were, generally speaking, pretty loving for a couple who had been married five years. Mr. J. II. (as his office employees called him) obeyed his loving wife and then of course everything went lovely, that is in the opinion of Mrs. Palmer. After telling her husband what he should and what he should not do, Mrs. Palmer often found that her kind husband had left the house and more than likely, had taken refuge at the club. One morning Mrs. Palmer was giving her husband some general advice as usual. He tried to get a word in, but failed utterly. After that outburst of general advice, Mrs. Palmer turned around to where her husband had been standing. Gone! he had gone and left her raging and throwing her advice into space. Just then Nora, the maid, entered the room. “Mam, could you tell me where Mr. Palmer’s valise is?” Mrs. Palmer gasped in surprise. “What? Look here, Nora, what do you want with my husband’s valise? Does he intend to go away? Answer me.” “I dun know, mam.” “Oh, you foolish idiot! Then why do you come for his valise? Did he tell you to get it?” “Why—a—yes, mam, or—no, mam, but a man called up for Mr. Palmer’s satchel, mam.” “Are you sure it was Mr. Palmer, Nora? “I is most sure, mam.” Mrs. Palmer w-as very much overwrought by the thought that her hus- T :' SENIOR EM A G N E T 19 band would leave without telling her anything about it. lie might at least have told her of his intentions and how long he expected to be away. Then a thought came into her head; perhaps he had mistaken her kindly advice for nagging and dissatisfaction; but surely he would not leave her without explaining the reason for leaving. Nora” she called. “Yes, mam.” Did you find the valise?” Oh yes, mam, and it dun gone already.” Where did you send it, Nora?” To Mr. Palmer’s office, mam.” All right, you may go about your work now', Nora.” Now the only thing left for her to do was to call the office. After thinking over it, she decided to call the office that afternoon. Mrs. Palmer went to the telephone. Central, please give me 178.” Pause. “No, 1 haven’t; ring again.” Pause. Hello! Is this Palmer Yates office?” Is Mr. Palmer there?” Pause. He isn’t! Oh! All right, I’ll call the club.” She knew' that the club would be the last place that she might locate her husband. The gentleman at the club informed her that her husband had been there but was not seen with a valise. This did not satisfy Mrs. Palmer; she thought that he might have left it at the station in order to avoid suspicion o:i his part. Poor Mrs. Palmer was at a loss to know what next might be done. While thinking, she glanced at her watch. Oh! Fifteen minutes to five. Just time enough for Sam to take her to the station. Her mind w;as made up; she would go to her mother’s where she might talk it over and be comforted. Mrs. Palmer rang for Nora. “Yes mam.” “ fell Sam to bring the car down right away.” “A-right, mam, but—” “Go quickly.” Yes mam.” The five o’clock train took Mrs. Palmer to her mother's home. She did not intend to stay long. At the end of the fourth day, no word w'as received from her husband. Then Mrs. Palmer decided to go back to her home, dismiss the servants, and close up the house. When she arrived at her home, she was surprised to see Mr. Palmer sitting in front of the hearth looking into space. She quietly made her way up the stairs to her room without disturbing Mr. Palmer, although she was very much surprised to see him at home. Nevertheless, she was determined to go back to her mother. While coming down stairs she met Nora. Land sakes, mam, I is mighty glad you is back. Mr. Palmer dun lost his sense of eating, mam.” “What do you mean, Nora? When did he come home?” 1 dun know what you mean, mam.” “All right, Nora, never mind.” When Mrs. Palmer came down, her husband was standing in front of the hearth, and he looked up at her entrance. Mr. Palmer spoke first. Madaline,” he said, why didn’t you let me know you were going away. I didn’t want to ask anyone where you had gone, because I believed it would look as if you were running away from me; but for goodness sake, where were you?” Mrs. Palmer after a pause answered. “1 think, Jim, that it is you who owe me an explanation.” The door bell rang and shortly afterwards Nora came into the room. Here is your valise, sir. Mr. Briggs says he is much obliged.” Mrs. Palmer looked at her husband and spoke more gently than was her cus- 20 THE SEN JO R [MAGNET tom—“Jim dear, that old valise has been the whole cause.” Mrs. Palmer explained her hasty decision to her husband and begged forgiveness. “Well, Madaline, I wanted to tell you that morning, but you were talking on without giving me a chance to say any- -------B.H. GWENDOLYN’S Dorothy thing. I knew Mr. Briggs would call and I really couldn’t wait until you stopped your advice, because I had a very important engagement with Mr. Coggs. It was necessary for me to hurry as he was leaving on the nine car. By this time all was sweet and lovely at the Palmer home. INHERITANCE Young Gwendolyn watched Captain Sedley as he stored her baggage in the little motor boat, then she took her place in the boat while the captain pushed the boat away from the landing and grasped the wheel, all one quick motion. “Where is the island?” she asked after they had fairly started. “Ye can’t ketch a sight of her until after we round yon curve. Kinder queer, ain’t it, what cousin Jim Seaton left you when he died. Me and Mirandy thinks it would hev been a little better if he had left you a little money instead of this lonely island, which as I heerd was said in his will, ye couldn’t sell for five years.” “Yes, I guess it is queer, but cousin Jim always was that way. I too, would have appreciated a little money—but I guess he knew what he was about,” Gwendolyn responded. “Pine Island, ahoy!” cried the captain, as he rounded a curve. “My!” gasped Gwendolyn. “How pretty it looks. 1 know already that 1 am going to like it. I wonder if 1 could get a couple of pleasant people to board with me for the summer. Then I could stay here and get the rest, which I need so badly and make a little bit of money besides.” “That’s a purty good idee,” said the captain. “There’s a lady stayin’ over at the village inn, with her nephew. They’re artists and I reckon they’d like it over here where there is somethin’ worth paintin’. If ye don’t mind, I’ll go around and see ’em about it tomorrow.” “How lovely! exclaimed Gwendolyn, “I’d love to have them.” “Wal then, if youre so anxious to have them I’ll go and see ’em and if they wants to come, I’ll bring ’em around tomorrow evenin’. I lere we are now,” said the captain as he drew up at the landing of the pretty little boat house. “It’s strange that of all cousin Jim’s houses, he liked this lonely one out here best,” said Gwendolyn. “1 reckon he liked it because it was healthy out here. They left the boat and made their way up to the path to the pretty little cottage. After the captain had gone, Gwendolyn kindled a fire in the kitchen and then examined the five rooms of the cottage. She found that the house was plainly but comfortably furnished. She then set to work, and out of the provisions which she had brought along, she selected her supper. She was very tired and very sleepy, so after she had eaten and washed the dishes she went to bed. She was up bright and early the next morning. All nature seemed so beautiful that she did not know which to do first, to go out and examine her inheritance or to eat her breakfast. She de- THE SENIOR {MAGNET 21 cided on the latter course, and after she had eaten, she started on her tour of the island. She enjoyed herself all morning and all afternoon. Along towards evening Captain Sedley returned, bringing with him Miss Agnes Haspin and her nephew, Lysander Lane. The summer passed quickly and Gwendolyn found both health and happiness. How could she help being happy with a nice young fellow like Lysander to go around with her under the chaperon age of Miss Haspin Then one day something happened. Gwendolyn was rummaging among some books in the library when she found a letter addressed to her, in her cousin’s writing. She opened the envelope and found a note which read, “I knew you would be sensible and stay here to regain the health which you have all but lost. I knew you would find this note. Health and wealth bring happiness and now you will be the possessor of both. For you have, no doubt entirely regained your health and in the-----Bank you will find fifty thousand dollars deposited in your name.” Gwendolyn was overjoyed. She was now very glad that she had stayed. In the winter she went to live in the city with Miss Haspin and Lysander. The following summer it was not Miss Gwendolyn Seaton and Lysander Lane who returned to Pine Island, but it was Mr. and Mrs. Lysander Lane and their aunt, Agnes Haspin, who loves to tell the story of their romance which she has reproduced on canvass. --------b.h.s.----- JUST STUMPY Ella Steen Newsboys are “just boys” no matter whether they sell papers for a Metropolitan daily like the New York Globe or the Salem, Ohio, Argus. Newsies are necessities, it seems, although they may sometimes be nuisances. Customers pay little or no attention to them, but no one ever said that anyone ignored “Stumpy.” There was something pathetic in that little figure in the patched, second-hand clothing, and many a customer felt a curious lump in his throat as he glanced from those great dark eyes to the little crutch and the mere stump of a leg that ended just below the knee. Often an extra coin dropped into “Stumpy’s” little hand as the giver thought of other dark eyes, but laughing and full of mischief anil fun of carefree childhood. So “Stumpy” fared well, for the most part, although many an unthinking fellow newsie bullied him on occasion or even went so far as to drive him away from a desirable street corner. Christmas was coming, but the season of holly, paper Xmas bells, and mysterious packages meant little more than usual to “Stumpy,” orphan as he was, with none to give to, and none to give him anything—not even a mother’s love. Three days before Christmas the snow came, a veritable blizzard, sweeping out from the Middle West into the East. Farms, homes, villages, towns and the cities lay half buried in the snowy whiteness. In the last rush of Christmas buying, “Stumpy” was practically ignored, and sales of papers dropped, and still dropped to almost none at all. And then came Christmas eve, and still more snow. Cold, half-clothed, sick and weak, “Stumpy” was hardly able to yell, “Argus, Mister?” at hurrying pass-ersby. One or two men did buy papers, but “Stumpy” had a bundle unsold and 22 THE SENIOR [MAGNET just eight cents in one pocket. With no supper and with just the memory of a sandwich for dinner, the shivering cripple stood in the whirling snow, waiting, waiting, for customers. Quite a few men and women passed by, warm-hearted, perhaps, but unthinking and unseeing, too intent on their own business to notice the sad-eved lad with the crutch, pressed against the wall of a building, hoping to protect himself in a measure from the fury of the storm. It was rapidly growing colder, and the lad shivered more and more. “Stumpy” forced himself to drag his weary body out towards the corner of the street just as a young giant bumped into him, almost knocking the lad down. Grasping him quickly, Howard Tyson prevented the boy from being knocked into the street. “Argus, Mister?” “No, not this time,” laughed Howard, as he hurried on his way to the inter-urban that would take him to a prosperous community where a joyful reception awaited him. But, try as he would, young Tyson could not shake off the appeal, the reproach in those eyes that looked into his in that instant before they separated in the storm. The trip home did not remove the uneasiness, the feeling that he had not done what was right, so I loward Tyson arrived at his father's home in a depressed state of mind. The warm welcome took his thoughts away from the newsboy, but he could not entirely shake off the depression, and went to bed with the memory of the haunting eyes uppermost in his mind. Christmas Day was more of a disappointment than it had been a pleasure because Howard found his thoughts turning again and again to the crippled newsboy. In the city the next day, I loward made inquiry of another newsboy near the place where he had seen the crippled lad, but to no avail. Later in the day, Howard found a brief item in the Argus:” “Local Newsboy Found Dead on Xmas Eve. At 11:30 o’clock last night, Xmas Eve, Patrolman Winton found the body of ‘Stumpy,’ a crippled newsboy at the corner of Smith and Penfield Streets. ‘Stumpy’ had been a newsie for the ‘Argus’ for two years, and had no parents or relatives living, so far as is known. The coroner states that the death was due to hunger and exposure.” On Christmas Eve! What a Xmas present for poor, crippled “Stumpy,” snatched from life into Eternity, where he would never need the crutch again. Fhe tragedy of it! And he, Howard Tyson, could have helped or done something! And those eyes, pleading and reproachful, appealing. Howard Tyson learned a lesson that he will never forget to his dying day. Now he never refuses to buy a paper from a cripple or ragged newsboy that hails him. T - E SENIOR £M AGN E T 23 OUT OF THE SNOW Genevieve Perifano It was long past the hour of midnight and a little, thin-clad, half-starved orphan was making her way through the fast falling snow. We all know how terribly sweet is forbidden fruit, so tonight, in spite of cold and hunger, the brightly lighted windows of the spacious mansions were the only ones the little flower girl cared to look at. Even if she felt in her heart of hearts, that such scenes would ever be foreign to her, still there seemed to be that something in them which quieted down her yearning, hungering heart. She paused to look at a window which seemed to lure her on. It appeared to her like a glimpse of Paradise, with its many brilliant, flickering lights, the happy throng moving hither and thither, the wondrous music which floated to her ears like the song of an angel. She moved nearer and pressed her wistful face against the window, while her heart swelled with the words— “Oh, ain't is jolly for them? Ain’t it nice to be rich and have lots of friends?” She forgot for the time being her own dreariness in seeing the joy of others. But no one noticed her; no one felt her presence, till about an hour later she was found, snuggled beneath the snow, her face pinched and blank with cold. A pitious sight indeed! It seemed as if the little orphan had at last found a bosom which would not repel her with scorn and unkindness. But embrace her and hold her as it folded itself about her. The gorgeous company, some out of curiosity, some out of pity, trailed out to see the little outcast. Whispers of disgust, sorrow and pity floated over the room. “You’d think these little brats didn’t have anything to do but go around dying on peoples’ steps,” sneered a heartless woman, who was near enough to see the little waif just beginning to open her eyes. My dear,” whispered Mrs. Clifton, “Pray do not let this interfere with your amusements. This child has fallen upon my steps and she shall be my special care.” Kind, noble-hearted lady. She excused herself from her company, who went on as if nothing had occurred, and tried her best to revive the little creature. “What is your name, my dear?” was the first question she put to her. “Lilly, just Lilly, mam.” She looked up into the sweet face above her and in a few moments Lilly was talking to her as if she had known her for years. She opened her heart and her listener felt its sorrows. “Poor little Cinderella! would you not be glad if a fairy god-mother would turn up?” “No, not just that. But oh, I do wish for some one to love me—that I could work for.” “Won’t you come to me? 1 have no little girl.” The words rang in Lilly’s ear and her face grew brighter as she asked, “Do you really mean it? I will work for you; I will love you; all I want is just a little love and kindness.” And like the impulsive creature she was, she threw her arms around her “Lady Beautiful’s” neck and kissed her passionately. It was a home of love and kindness into which Lilly had entered. She was always busy attending to numerous little household duties, much against Mrs. Clifton’s wish, who told her that she was to be as a real daughter to her. She wandered through the beautiful room, changing things here and there and letting sunshine into the house and even 24 THE SEN 10 R TMAGNET into the mistress’ heart. For Mrs. Clifton was not a happy woman. There was one shadow in her life and that was cast by her wayward, spendthrift son. He would leave home for months at a time, wandering abroad and through the Orient. Never letting his fond mother know of his whereabouts. For Mrs. Clifton, in spite of all his faults, idolized her son. Three years had rolled by and the little orphan, thin and wasted, had changed into a brilliant and beautiful creature of seventeen. She had crept deep into the heart of Mrs. Clifton, who had watched her growing years with a keen eye. The face was calm; no old sullen look was there. No shape of care was visible upon the serene features. “You are indeed my fairy god-mother,” she would often say in a voice of deep gratitude. More bewitching than usual she looked tonight, since she had bestowed great care on her toilet. For Graham Clifton was expected home; and she was bound to captivate the wayward youth of whom she had heard so much. For in spite of his Bohemian ways, Graham Clifton was very popular among both young and old. The evening darkened and Lilly and Mrs. Clifton awaited the prodigal’s return. Lilly flitting back and forth, like a happy fairy, from the window, while the sweet little mother, her face aglow with happiness, watched at the door. There was a ring at the bell and Lilly flew into the recess of a bay-window, leaving Mrs. Clifton to greet her son alone. ‘‘I have a surprise for you. Come with me, Graham.” Lilly saw them approaching, arm in arm, “Graham, this is your new sister.” Lilly raised her eyes to look upon a face, noble, truthful, handsome. The eyes that sought hers were tender and searching. Of course, later on, when the happy trio sat down, there were the events of the three years to be explained and related, to the hero of the evening. “Gee! that sounds like a regular fairy story,” whispered Graham. “Yes, 1 brought you everything, but a fairy prince. Where is your prince, Lilly?” “Here, I hope,” volunteered Graham with a mischievous twinkle in his bright eyes, which his mother interpreted aright and acquiesced with a sweet smile as she looked at the blushing girl. THE SENIOR {MAGNET 25 A CHRISTMAS SURPRISE Elizabeth Vensel Bobby walked slowly along the street tugging at a strap to the other end of which was tied a species of dog commonly known as cur. As Bobbie approached a group of boys and girls, the dog slunk along stealthily with his ears held down tight, for he had suffered much at the hands of the older boys. “We’re going to have turkey an’ cake an’ oh, everything for Christmas dinner,'' said one little girl. “Huh! that’s nuthin’, so are we and my dad got me a bran’ new sled,” answered up a boy proudly. “I.o, Bob, what are you going to get for Christmas?” “Oh, I don't suppose I’ll get anything. Aunt doesn’t believe in giving presents,” said Bobbie dolefully. “Why don’tcha’ write to old Santa and tell him to bring your aunt a kinder voice Bobbie?” said one little girl. “Bobbie—e! Bobbie! come here this minute and get me some coal,” called a shrill voice. “Yer going to ketch it now Bob.” “Naw', she’s always cross,” replied Bob. “Well, do what 1 told you then.” That night when all was quiet in Bobbie’s house, a little boy crept quietly down stairs and lit a light, lie looked at Jack and said, “You know, old sport, I believe I’ll write to Santa. He sat down on the floor beside the dog and after a long time he finally read this to him: “Dere Santa: “Will you pleese bring me 1 sled, 1 pr. skates, 1 dog collar and pleese dere Santa make Auntie kinder to me. Bobbie. “I’ve been a good boy.” Bobbie slipped upstairs again and stuck the letter, as he thought, in his pocket, but it really went on the floor. The next day as Bobie’s aunt was cleaning his room, she found the letter. “Poor little fellow', I may be a little cross to him. I must try and be kinder.” The night before Christmas, Bobbie had to go to bed early, and he wondered why. The next morning as Bobbie reached the foot of the stairs, he heard his aunt’s voice call to him from the parlor. “Merry Christmas Bobbie: come here a minute.” Bobbie w-ent into the parlor and there; w’onder of wonders! was a beautiful Christmas tree and everything he had asked for. But best of all, auntie gathered him up in her arms and showered his face with kisses. Later Bobbie confided to his friends, “You know 1 wrote a letter to Santa but I lost it. He musta’ knowed tho’ what 1 wanted for I got everything and lots more.” 26 TII :' S E N10 R m A G N E T ■ ■ ■ III! III! ■ 11 III! 1111IIIHIIII1IIIIIIII llll 1 111 till I III I illl I llllllll I III1 llll I! I VICTOR ADAMS Ephie” “Sets a lovely pace among the ladies.” “Vic” is the hrightst member of our class. Oh. no! We don’t mean in Vergil or Arithmetic or anything like that. We mean in the color of his hair. JOSEPHINE BAILEY Jo” “A bonnie country lassie.” “Jo” is one of the reasons for the Magnet. “Jo” will have an opportunity to use the practical knowledge she acquired in B. II. S. 'Tis whispered that she’s thinking of taking up an automobile agency—featuring the “Mitchell.” ABRAM BARRON “Abe” “Count Barron, the royalty of our class.” We hope that “Abe” doesn’t forget the time that he was one of the members of our class, when he’s the owner of a big, long chain of butcher shops. VERNA BISHOFF Verona” “Come, come, why that blush?” Verna is going to Slippery Rock, but there’s “Moore” going to Carnegie Tech. How will they manage to live so far apart? BEATRICE BROWN “Bea” “Short and Sweet.” “Bea” is one of the latest additions in our class. She has already been thro (?) two high schools but wanted to add another to her list. JEANNE CHRISTLEY “Jean” She can make a fiddle talk. Always in a hurry—but nevertheless gets there—What would the class parties—indeed, what would the class of Jan. ’21 be without Jeanne? LEONA COHN Lee” As good natured as she is long. Leona is the treasurer of our class. We haven’t any treasure, but we want people to think we have. So we made Leona chief bluffer. ALYCE DE GUISE Frenchy” A girl who wears a continual smile.” Alyce shines in volley ball, French and swimming—Why! she’s a perfect star. We’re willing to bet that even sophisticated Detroit will sit up and take notice. PAUL GLENN “Dizzy” The pen is mightier than the sword, especially Penn Street.” Paul is a mighty good scout and s-s-sh! His mind isn’t entirely occupied bv business. There’s a reason—a woman is in the case! FRANCIS GREEN “France” The prodigal hath returned.” Every morning “France” wends his weary way toward B. H. S., which he reaches before or after ten to nine, depending on the Bessemer freights. |||ll|IIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIII|lilll|l!llll HIII MIRIAM GREENLEE “Mary Ann” “She was a stranger and we took her in.” “Mary Ann” has other companions other than the members of Jan. ’21 class. Among them are Good Nature and Good Sense. EARL GROHMAN Grohman “As honest as he is tall.” Earl is the giant of our class. 1 le has a voice as big as himself. He revolves around a planet called Elsie. PRANCES HORWITZ Fan” “She hath done her part. Do thou thine.” “Pan” is our salutatorian, a very great honor indeed. Although “Fan” studies hard, she is always ready for fun and jokes and joins with all her might in our class affairs. ELSIE KEEFER “Keefer” “A winsome hlack-eyed lassie.” Elsie’s mind leans toward nobility, as all her attention is now centered on an Earl. DOROTHY KRAMER “Dot” “Well versed in many topics.” Dorothy is our valedictorian. But we won’t count that against her. She is a real good sport, even if she does have brains. liliiliiiuiiiiiiiiiliiliiliiliiiiiliiliiiiiiiiliiliiliiiiiliiiiiliiiiilMininiiiliiini'iini lllllll!llllllllllllllllil|lllllllllll|llllllllllllll|lllll|lllll|ll|ll|ll|ll|lilUllll!l I I WENDEL LHHNERD “Windy—Benny “If you don’t know it—bluff.’’ Mrs. McDermott told Wendel that if he would keep his tongue still he might get some flesh on his body. I'he added flesh, plus a few inches in height, and in our Wendel we will have a veritable Caruso. VERA MAY “Pat “Rather study than eat.” Vera says she just loves to work Arithmetic. We are glad somebody feels that wav about it. ARTHUR MEGAN Art “Behold our worthy President.” Arthur has been signally honored (?) in having been chosen president of this illustrious class (?) and the class has been equally honored we assure you. ALICE McKEE “Mickey” “Her future lies in the commercial world.” Alice is one of our social butterflies. All of the parties held in our A Sr. year have been engineered by her. And b’lieve me. she’s some engineer. VINCENT McKEE “Buzzy “A man among men, always acting the gentleman. We never could find out the things about Vincent—but—one night he let the cat out of the bag. He had one of the girls in our class out for a joy-ride. llllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllllHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Ill I ■■ I I IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHItlllllillli� lllllllllllllllllllll RUTH Me MUR RAY “Slim” Serene and resolute—but—still calm and self-possessed.” Slim is very quiet and is one of the members of this class who does not care for society. She also cares not for gossip, thus leaving our minds blanks as to her affairs. VIOLET MULL IN “T ubby” A merry heart goes all the day. Violet is a great admirer of king Arthur and his round-table, but on Arthur is centered her greatest admiration. LEVI NICKLAS “Squire” ‘‘One of our country cousins.” Levi’s hobby is trying to vamp the girls (especially Jean.) The covering of his head rolls like the mighty waves of the Atlantic— P. S. We suggest “Bandoline.” VIOLET OR I' “Shorty” “The baby of our class.” Violet is the little girl of our class. She is afraid of all the teachers—so afraid that when she goes to recite she can scarcely split for spluttering.” ALBERT PEARCE Al ‘‘Never studies, but still gets through Al” always seems to he writing. I le said that his favorite hobby was writing notes. It is supposed that we all know who gets them. Don’t worry about that tho’ for “Al” sure knows how to handle a foot-ball. mu ■ in ■ 11111111111111111111111 nin :■ mii ■ it ■ ■hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mini iiiiiiiinniiiiiniiiiiiiniiiiniiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiimnuiiiiiiniiiii GENEVIEVE PERIEANO Jennie “Great plans for the future.” Jennie is the prima donna of our class and hopes to maintain the reputation in the years to come. ELEANOR PERRIN Ellie” She speaks in a monstrous little voice.” “Ellie” is a jolly little fat girl who generally runs from the top of Center Avenue to B. H. S. and flies into the room at : Al 2. KATHRYN QUINN Kay” “Her music will soothe the wildest beast.” “Kay’s” greatest hobby is “tickling the ivories.” Some day she hopes to occupy the place now held by Rachiminoff. ESTHER REA “£s” Student of ease, and fond of humble things.” Sites a hustler and good student; doesn’t say much and thinks a lot. AMELIA RE1SINGER Giggles “Good goods come in small packages.” Amelia is the tall member of our class. She is so tall that it takes a big dictionary to make the typewriter the right height for her. iniiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiigiiiiiiiiiiniiiinimnniiiiiiiiniiiiiiimiiinimmii iiiiiinn ilium iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinimiiiniiiiiiNiiiiiiiiniiiiniiiiiiiniiiiiiiii MAUDE ROBB “Scrunt” ‘‘Over the hills from Petersville. Maude comes all the way from Petersville. And the size of her. Oh. well, if you can’t see her, you can always hear her. JOHN ROBISON “Robie” “Always faithful to his work. John is always hard at work. Even Mrs. McDermott said, “that he was the only person she didn’t have to scold.” We would like to know if all the other teachers feel the same. VIOLA ROENIGK “Vi” “Not much in height—hut—oh! the intellect! Viola is the most dignified Senior in our class. She is also our very best stenographer. PAULINE SCHMOKER Smokes” “Slow and sure—and then some. Pauline is a good-natured clown. She spends so much time writing funny things for the Magnet that we wonder when she found time to become an honor student. ESTHER SCOTT “Es” “Can be seen but not heard.” Esther is the noisy member of the class ot Jan. ’21. If you don’t believe us, come in some day and hear her recite. niinrniiiiiiiiiininiiiii«ininiiiiiiimninnii|i||||n|||||,|m|111 111111111111111111 ELLA STEEN “El “Her heart is not with us.” Ella is the only member of our illustrious class who wears a sparkling diamond on her left hand. We would like to know who the lucky man is? NICHOLAS SUCHY Nick ‘‘He has many virtues.” Nick claims that he is a woman-hater, but we have our doubts—For haven’t we seen him dancing with girls at our class parties. (If they weren’t girls something must have been wrong with our eyesight.) RUTH TRIMBLE “Trim” ‘‘Good and true, simple and kind is she.” Ruth’s powder puff seems to be an awful bother to her. We would like to know if she could pass one period by without powdering her nose. But we will adhere to the old saying. “Your noses knows.” JOHN TROUTMAN “Trouty” Blessed is the man that invented rest.” One of the most pathetic scenes that might be seen is “Trouty” with a test tube in his hand trying to discover what his unknown is. ELIZABETH VHNSEL Betty” chance to talk a little—pray excuse me.” “Betty” hails all the way from North Butler. She has one ambition—to be a missionary. Imagine Betty” beaming upon some little Chinese or Igorot: if she talks to them like she talks to us, we are sure they will hear her. Illlllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllliaillllllllllllllllflllliaiigill 111111111111111 III DOROTHY YOUNG “Day” “Laugh and the world laughs with you.’’ Here’s to the girl who makes life in 217, worth living. It surely is exciting to try to figure out whether or not Dorothy will have to stay in for talking. llllil III 111! ■l!l!lll!|:!lllllllllll!ll!li:l!illllllllllllHl!ll Ml ■111111111111111 36 THE SENIOR {MAGNET ‘‘LA TE” Leona Cohn At half past eight you waken, With your dressing, haste you’re takin. Then you run with each hone achin’, Eor a good excuse you’re thinking, And your heart starts in a sinking, When the tardy bell is ringing, And you’re late. Your heart so madly thumping, And your nerves seem to be jumping, And your head is madly bumping— When you’re late. The teachers eye you madly, Mr. Irvine eyes you sadly, The pupils eye you gladly, When you’re late. Oh, I know that wretched feeling. When you hear the late bell pealing, Here’s the fact I’m not concealing, I’ve been late. —b.h.s.— SO MODEST WE ! ? Genevieve Perifano The saddest thing in our farewell, Is one that woeful is to tell; It causes such strains in our heart, That from you all we hate to part. What will you do? What will you do? When our A Senior class leaves you; Tis hard to bear such thoughts in mind, When we are so unworldly kind. O, Freshmen, how can you seek success, Without inspiration from our class? Who is to aid you in those troubles great, Especially when you come too late? O, faculty, where will you find, Another class of just our kind? Who got lesson in scholastic race. With ’ere unfailing kindly grace. O, upper class men, list to me, That there is some remedy, pray tell me; We hate to go on our chosen path, And leave you all to naught but wrath. We hope that in these spacious halls, Another class like ours will call; So that when we leave you behind, There'll be some one to treat you kind. —b.h.s.— ADVICE TO UNDER-CLASSMATES Kathryn Quinn (With apologies to Coleridge) Farewell, farewell, to thee I tell, To thee, Old Butler High; He gaineth more, who studies more, When exams” are drawing nigh He gaineth most, who stays in nights, And learns his daily lesson; And then—when the final day has come, He wont have to sit aguessen. THE SENIOR {MAGNET 37 FAREWELL TO BUTLER HIGH Genevieve Perifano We grieve to leave you, dear old school, A nd we shall miss your ancient rule. Unruly we, and sometimes rude, But always prompted by spirits good. Tis sad indeed, to say good-bye. We take our freedom with a sigh; Eor this old school and its standards gold, Have caused our spirits to unfold. And deep in our hearts to be confined, By a long and lasting love bound chain; Which in after years to our lives will cling, And with fond memories will ever ring. Even books and we have become fast friends, Eor so a long communion tends. Earewell dear school and we proclaim, That naught but glory, courage, fame, Shall e’er be added to thy name. —b.h.s.— L’ENVOI Miriam Greenlee Apologies to Rudyard Kipling When the school’s last record is taken, And the inkwells are blackened and dried; When the oldest teacher has vanished, And the youngest pupil has died; They shall rest, and, faith, they shall need it, They shall rest for an age or two, Till the school-bells of time eternal Shall call them to school anew.” And those who were bright shall be happy, They shall have real honors each day, They shall have an eternity to study, And yet t’will be but a day. They shall have real books to study from, Winter, Spring, Summer, and hall, They shall study all these forever, And never be tired at all And only the TEACHER shall praise them, And only the TEACHER shall blame; And no one shall work for knowledge And no one shall work for fame; But only to please the great TEACHER And only to hear His Well done;” Each pupil shall study his lesson, And not try to have any fun.” —b.h.s.— SENIOR PSALM OE LIFE” Miriam Greenlee Tell me not to come to High School, Breakfast is an empty dream; And the Seniors wise that slumbers, High School is not what it seems. Life is real, life is earnest, Next Commencement is our goal; Back to High School thou returnest— Was not spoken of our soul, True pleasure and not sorrow, Is our destined end and way; But we find that each tomorrow, Is no brighter than today. Words of graduates remind us, That we use the hours that pass, And, departing leave behind us, Ponies for the Junior class. Trust no teacher howe’er pleasant. Pupils ships are often sunk; Work, work in the present moment, If you don't you’ll likely flunk. Ereshies sweet, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; And sometime you’ll be a senior. If you study hard—and wait. —b.h.s.— FAREWELL” Josephine Bailey Earewell, farewell, but this I tell, To thee thou underclassmen; He fareth well, who studieth well, Latin, French and Mathematics. THE SENIOR I'MAGNET 38 He faretb best who studietb best, All things both bard and easy; But tbe dear (?) faculty wbo failetb us, Will always call us lazy. — b-h-s— Levi Nick las A—along time ago S—some students E—entered this High School. X—names were given I—into class rooms they entered. 0— of all who entered, only forty R—remain to graduate, and are S—sent into the world, 1— to work their way W—where fame may be found. E—even though traveling is hard, X—never shall thev shirk from duty; T— Y—yet if one should stumble, 0— or even slip, X—none shall censor. E—even we hear it. B—but of all schools, U—unselfish and free, 1— to all who care to enter. It is L—like your own home. E—every kind of athletics, R—reasonably true. 11—here is the place to I— invest your time; G—good as any investment that II— has yet been found. S—some think it useless, C—crazy and foolish, but II—high is our standing O—o’er all Pa., 0— o’er the U. S. A„ and so L—let us say: A—all these years we have dwelled; S—sitting within thy walls, E—even sometimes unpleasant, X—never forgotten shall they be. 1— in many minds thou art the best, 0— of all schools around, R—regarded as our institution, S—soon to be a jov of the past. 1— these things linger in fond memory, W—with the rest of our schoolday joys, E—ever one of our passing thoughts, X—never to be our home again. T—to those who have furnished it, Y—yea! We extend our thanks. O—oh! that others may appreciate, N—none but the E—earnest, scholarly, occupants. L. W. N. ’21 • II E S li N I () K at A G S E 7 i’9 LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT Leona Cohn We, the undersigned “ Class of January nineteen hundred twenty one,” being about to depart from this strenuous life of hardship in the Butler Senior High School, hereby leave this as the final declaration of our will and desires. To the present B Senior class we leave Room 217 with the request that they care for the desks, etc., etc., as conscientiously as we did; and we sincerely hope that Mrs. McDermott may be able to teach them where and when not to talk. To the girls in the present B Senior class, we bequeath our faithful mirror, which has undergone such hard wear. Let them keep their noses as carefully powdered as were those of girls of January ’21. To Mr. Irvine, we leave absolute peace and quiet in chapel. Surely after we are gone he will appreciate the order (?) which we maintained at all times in the auditorium. To Mrs. McDermott, we leave a furnished room in the Mercer Sanitarium for shattered nerves. To Wm. Kettering, we bequeath a carload of books on Astronomy; with the further provision, that, after the two weeks which he will require to memorize them, he will be given the office of I lead of the B. 11. S. science department. To Rebekah Marshall’s heartless vamping, we leave the innocent Fresh-men boys. The spacious gymnasium will go to the Sophomores. May their lives be one continual party after another. A1 Pearce leaves his ability as a pitcher to Bill Dugan, and Dorothy Kramer her brilliancy in composing valedictories to Winifred I - letcher. To the pupils of the Jefferson Street School, we leave the beautiful green grass surrounding the building: also the “Please Keep off the Grass signs” to the same children. In favor of Evelyn McClung, Alyce de Guise sorrowfully relinquishes all claim to the swimming pool—even the diving board. To Miss Sherman we leave $1,000 in cash, with which she shall purchase one megaphone and one elevator. To the future occupants of No. 217, we leave our precious pencil sharpener. To Mr. Bemisderfer, we bequeath a key ring, and a ribbon with which he may tie the key ring about his neck; in order that he may always have his keys within reach, thus saving both himself and the students of chemistry many steps. And in conclusion with our last breath we demand that Daddy Turner be given a vacation. This clause of our will must be executed by the Butler School Board. Given and witnessed this fifteenth day of January by the Midyear class of nineteen hundred and twenty-one. Signed: Mrs. Eliz. McDermott, Notary Public. 40 THE SENIOR IMAGNET : THE MAGNET : ♦____________________________ Editor-in-Chief—Edward Miller Assistant Editor—Josephine Bailey. T.iterary Alumni Editor—Ida Waldron Athletic Editor—John MacDonald Faculty Advisor—Miss Houston CLASS REPORTERS A Senior—Pauline Schmoker A Sophomore—James Lawless B Senior—Robt. bowman B Sophomore—Clare Koch A Junior—Edward Kesselman A Freshmen—Fred Richards B Junior—William Parker B Freshmen—Clifford Ncvins TERMS One dollar per year, payable in advance; twenty cents per copy. Address all communications of a business nature to the Business Manager; Exchanges, Contributions, etc., to the Editor, Edward Miller. THE MAGNET published monthly, except July, August and September. Entered as second-class matter December 18, 1907, at the postoffice at Butler, Pa., under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. STAFF Exchange Editor—Dorothy Doerr School Notes Editor—-Ruth McBride Business Manager—Earl Grohman First Asst. Bus. Manager—Richard Kelly Second Asst. Bus. Manager—Chas. Nicholas Advertising Editor—Nellis Fisher mw lHagnet Committee Josephine Bailey Dorothy Kramer Leona Cohn Alyce de Guise Miriam Greenlee Frances Horwitz Vera May Genevieve Perifano Dorothy Young Paul Glenn Lari. Grohman Viola Roenigk Pauline Schmoker Vera Bishoff Levi Nicholas Vol. 20 JANUARY, 1921 No. 4 EDITORIALS ♦-------------------------♦ HIGHER EDUCATION Education today has assumed an importance which is startling in magnitude. Its importance is not confined to the professional world alone as in the past, hut it has also penetrated into all the branches of the business world. The employer of today demands that the employee be skilled and trained in that pursuit which he or she intends to follow in addition to being a willing and trustful worker. The crv of the business world in recent years has been, “Give us more trained men.” This cry has been growing more intense as the years roll bv until at the present time it can be heard in every branch of industry. Therefore, the necessity for securing the higher training and education, if it is in any way possible, can be readily seen. The first place in which to secure this higher training is in the High School. So, in view of this fact, it can be easily seen just how great a part the High School plays in modern life and how-great the responsibilities are under which it exists. However, the Butler High School has always lived up to its expectations and has offered many advantages to the former students, but the advantages are being increased until at the present time it offers opportunities which are seldom given in a High School. Nevertheless, these advantages are to be increased still greater in the future if the school board’s plans are not frustrated and when they have been completed the course of instruction in Butler High will he one of the best in the state. One of the advantages which the present students possess is this magnificent build- THE SENIOR (MAGNET 41 ing, which is equipped with all modern conveniences and apparatus for aiding the students to secure their higher training in a most efficient manner and also in order that the very best results might be obtained from the course of instruction. The students of Butler High are also fortunate in having such a complete and well selected curriculum. The curriculum of Butler High at the present time is exceptionally good, but after it shall be enlarged in accordance with present plans it will be up to the standard of the best High Schools and it will offer such a great number and variety of opportunities that it will answer the desires of every one in such a manner as is only offered in the advanced schools at the present time. The students of Butler High enjoy another advantage in having a faculty such as the present one. The faculty of Butler High is known by all who are familiar with it for its spirit of helpfulness towards the students and for their untiring zeal in making the student’s course successful and their High School life pleasant. However, these are not the only advantages enjoyed bv the students of Butler High, for there is still another which is just as important as any other and which is also a credit to those who offer it. This advantage is the loyal support of the city to the schools. The citizens of Butler have always taken a pride in their city’s school system and they have given their support at many times to any movement which tended to better it. They have built all these school buildings and particularly this magnificent one, besides furnishing many other things pertaining to the betterment of the school system in their city. They have done all these things in a most unselfish manner, for no other reason than offering to the student the very best advantages for securing a good education and the higher training with which they may better themselves in the world. So considering all these facts, 1 think that it is a duty which everyone owes himself to secure some higher training by making use of these opportunities and advantages. Also let me urge all undergraduates who are rather undecided as to whether they shall continue their High School course to complete it, for as conditions are today and as they possibly shall continue to be, it is next to an absolute necessity to have some higher training if one wants to meet with some degree of success in the business or professional world. However this higher training is not only a financial asset, but it is also a social one. A person who is well educated is more familiar with the world and its activities, and consequently they feel more interested in all that happens and they also appreciate and enjoy life all the more. So considering these things it can be seen just what an important part education plays in the life of today. 1 lowever a student who has completed the High School course has not secured all the higher training and instruction that he needs. The next step that is necessary is the advanced school instruction. In the college a student not only secures the advanced training but he or she also acquires higher efficiency, which is very important in the business world of the present time because of the fact that the three qualities which are demanded of a person today are speed, accuracy and efficiency. Efficiency is the state of producing results through the elimination of all useless actions. Therefore it can be seen just how important the acquirement of this quality is and what an important purpose the college serves. In conclusion let me urge all High School graduates to secure this college training if it is in any way possible for as the world stands today the demand for trained men is greater than the supply and that the acquire- 42 r e .v e n i o k m a c, n e t ment of higher training and education is an exceptionally good investment. E. A. M., ’21. —B.II.S.— It is with reluctancy that we come to these closing days of our High School career and we truly wish that “Time might turn backward” and make us all Freshmen again. But since these things cannot be. we must put on a long face and go out to meet the world, hoping to make it a better place for the future generations, bv imparting to it some of our vast store of knowledge gained in dear old Butler 1 ligh. However, it was not B. H. S. alone that gave us this storehouse of intellect, but the beloved Principal and Faculty without whom Butler High would be as a “Ship without a Sail.” We wish to thank Mr. Irvine for his kind interest in us during our entire High School course, but especially during these latter days in the preparation of our Commencement programs. It is impossible to thank each member of the faculty individually, but we want them to know how truly we have appreciated their kindness. The class especially wishes to thank Miss Rose McNees for her help in preparing the Class Night program; we shall always remember Miss McNees kindly, wherever we are. Miss Orr and Miss Irvine deserve special mention for the splendid way in which they carried through the “Senior Benefit Play,” and in making it the grand success it was. To Miss Houston we are particularly thankful for the sleepless nights, the untiring energy and the sweet and lovable disposition she maintained in helping us to make the “Jan. 1021 Magnet,” the best one vet! The class wishes to thank Mrs. McDermott for her kindly interest in us during this last semester and hope that when we have all departed, she will maintain only the most pleasant memories of us. l ime and space being limited, 1 must stop and say Good-bye.” “The halls that we knew, will know us no more, From the Faculty loved, we’ll be gone; But our love will abide in the strength of their might, And brighten our struggle with memory’s light, And pride in the victories won.” M. G„ ’21. --B.H.S.— Some of the class are complaining on account of the lack of cuts, but oh, my! if you just knew what troubles we have gone through during the preparation of our Senior Magnet. The cost of paper, printing, etc., has gone up so very high that it was impossible to have cuts in our Magnet, so please don’t complain fellow-readers, classmates and whoever you may be, just look at the wonderful stories and writeups and forget the idea of wanting cuts. Cut it out! THE SENIOR {MAGNET On the evening of December sixteenth, the auditorium and gymnasium presented a very festive appearance, the occasion being the B and A Senior reception. The stage was artistically decorated in accordance with the Xmas season, with a tree on one side and a lighted fireplace on the other. The Seniors greeted each other with class yells, and a very enjoyable program then opened with a speech of welcome by Floyd Shannon. Appreciation for the graduates was expressed by Francis Green and for the Faculty by Mr. Hogg. A piano solo by Dorothy Flack, vocal solos by Richard Koch and Helen Huff, a selection on the violin by Edith McGuire, and readings by Evelyn McClung, made up the program and every moment of it w-as enjoyed. Last but not least, the jazz orchestra was certainly “there” with the “pep.” The A Seniors could hardly sit still when it played. A very interesting contest in the gym followed the program, and the faculty had a mighty hard time trying to equal the brilliancy of the Seniors in answering the questions. After this the refreshment committee served the eats—and we’re here to tell you that Miss Siebert and the B Senior girls are some cooks! Anyhow we had one wonderful time, and we are taking this opportunity to congratulate the B Seniors on the success of the affair, and to thank them for giving us such a delightful evening. Among other things, one of the most enjoyable was the writing of letters to Santa Claus, the best of which are given below: Dear Santa:— Please bring the B Seniors a dance in the gym. That’s all we ask and our happiness will be complete. An Anxious B Senior. Dear Santa:— Dice, pennies and boots, Is all I ask for loot; If you have none of these, Give me a pair of shoes. But when the pack comes home. Don’t forget to send the bones; And when the hour for play is here, I will win and treat with beer. G. A. K. Dear Santy:— Please bring me a diploma, that is all I ask. Your little friend, Johnnie. P. S. And Sandy Klaus please bring Victor one to, cause he has been in High School long enuf. Dear Santa Klaus:— Please send me a new tooth brush as our hired girl has used mine all up. 1 also need a new sled and a New Virgil pony. If you don’t have any new ponies, send me some shoes for it. Yours without a struggle, I’m A. Nutt. 44 T H E SENIOR A G N E T Dere Santy Klaus:— I have ben a good gurl for to clays. I want you to please bring me an naughty mobile cause Ann Houston ran over mine on the way to the Magnet Office and broke it—She’s awful. Also please get Professor Irvine a wig. I’m afraid he will get cold and die. Yours lovingly, E. E. B. Dear Santa:— Bring Bill Ketterer and Tom Green a little gray matter so that they may pass Miss Purvis’ Algebra and then they can help us to bring a championship to B. H. S. Don’t forget to bring Miss Purvis some candy also. Jimmy. Dear Santy:— Volo a hobby horse, horn, candy, drum, socks, lolly pop, some hair, chewing gum, Latin pony; a good Lizzie for the Portman boys; alarm clock for Erancis Green and any other things that are useful. I. K. V. Dear Santa:— Please bring a victrola for Mr. Irvine’s office, also 100 special dance records to divert him in his spare time. 1 also think for the Portman boys a new excuse for being late. Send Miss Jackman a pair of stilts. Hans De Hennt. THE SENIOR [MAGNET 43 The class of January, 1921, did not supply the school with many athletes, hut the ones we did have were a hundred per cent athletes. Like the old adage, “Good goods come in small quantities.” F irst on our list is Victor Adams, left guard on the 1919 football team, and a guard on the 1919 basketball team, until typhoid fever counted him out. Ephie was on 1919 and ’20 team and was one of our aggressive tackles, always playing a bang-up game. But our ace is John Troutman, “Trouty, captain of t he '20 football team. Three years of varsity football, but missed his second year on account of diphtheria. Trouty reached the summit of his fame in ’20, the mainstay of the team, by his encouragement, scolding and downright hard work. Trouty is the wizard of the forward pass, and was feared by every team on account of this. 1 le was a wonder at carrying the ball into the open field, after running back, a kickoff for twenty or thirty yards. A forward pass was safe if it came within a yard of his long arm, also. Trouty was given honorable mention for All-Scholastic honors. Trouty made varsity center on the '20 basketball team, always playing a hard game. Our class has the honor of having a husky fullback among our number, Albert Pearce. A1 held down the fullback position on the varsity for three years. I le was both a good offensive and defensive player, standing like a stone- wall on the defensive, and covering from five to forty yards on line plunges. A1 could cover the ground like a Tommy Davies when he wanted to. One could always see A1 on the field on account of his mustache. One of the varsity players heard after a game here, “Gee but that fellow with the mustache can play. In addition AI could pitch like a veteran big leaguer. He was pitcher on the varsity both in ’19 and ’20. Who could forget the Bellevue-Butler game up here in 1919? Art Megan is a veteran third baseman. It takes a lot of nerve to tell the umpire to “Snap out of it,” but that's nothing exceptional for Art. Nerve is his stronghold, and he makes good use of it. Art also played on the varsity basketball team during the season of 1919-20. Among the few class notables, Paul Glenn, “Dizzy,” must never be forgotten. He had enough pep for two teams and then some. 1 le was a hard worker, did his best and surely did his share in helping the team along, both by his hard work, and good nature. “Dizzy” was broken in when he was business manager of the baseball team. He was the humorist and took all the knocks. He had to supply the coin, transportation of the flock, had to feed them all, see that they all started home, and had plenty of water on the way. He was the doctor and always had the grip. Paul is one of the letter men of the class and we are proud of him. -10 : 5' •: A O A 5W ,4 G A' £ T HIE COURAGEOUS DIVERS Tragedy in One Act Scene—Swimming Pool, B II.. S. Cast—Kay Quinn, Leona Cohn, l ime—After school on Friday. (Kate is swimming around, and she humps into Leona, trying to do the same thing.) Kate—“Well, if some people—! Oh, is it you?” Leona—“Uhuh. Hello!’’ Kate— Hello! Say, can you dive?” Leona—“Gee whiz, no! Can you?” Kate—“Huh, uh! Wish I could.” Leona— If you will, I will!” Kate—“I’ll go you. Let’s dive from the side.” ( They climb upon the side of the pool, and Leona poses for a beautiful dive.) Kate—“Well, gowan.” Leona—“l-er—why don’t you?” Kate— You go first.” Leona—“Aw, you go first, I sorta hate to.” In the meantime tempus has fugites and while they are still arguing, the bell rings. They walk off grumbling.) Kate—“And I was going to dive!” Leona—“So was I. Darnit, anyhow!” (Exit) The period is long and chills are creeping And the hell is oh, so slow; If I can bluff until the hell rings, won't be charged with nice zero. A good pony always on hand, A memory staunch and true; And cruel teachers won’t understand. What Senior lads can do. So nigh is High School to our homes, So near is Buckey to the student; When Senior whispers Let’s play hook, Freshie replies, “ dare not.” TII !■: S E N I O R LM A G N E 7 47 RELIEF The selfsame moment I could not pray, For on my ears there fell, The teacher’s voice, which to me did say, Of thy History lesson tell.” I looked to heaven and tried to pray, Hut e’er ever a prayer had gushed. The hell rang and relieved me so, That I thought I was like to bust. —b.h.s.— D—diligent. Dorothy Kramer. I—idle, Abram Barron. G—good, Miriam Greenlee. N—naughty, Dorothy Young. I—indifferent, Francis Green. F—funny, Pauline Schmoker. 1—independent, Leona Cohn. E—energetic, Katherine Quinn. D—devoted, Ella Steen. S—studious, Frances Horwitz. E—enterprising, Jennie Perifano. N—natural, Victor Adams. I—intelligent, John Robinson. O—obedient, Verna Bishoff. R—ready, Josephine Bailey. S—silly, Maude Robb. —b.h.s.— With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red; A Senior sat in the midnight light. Wishing Arithmetic dead. Add! Subtract! Multiply! In study ball, class and home; Eve worked until my brain is cracked, And worn the hair from my dome. ---B.H.S.- We have girls who powder their nose, And boys with pigeon toes; Girls that say things to shocn, Hoys with knees that knock; Girls who are nice, Hoys that roll dice; Young women who are so fine, Hoys who have marched in kakhi line; Some of us are bad, others are good, Hut all this is to be understood. TEN LITTLE SENIOR GIRLS Ten little Senior girls walking down the line; lean met Vic and then there were nine. Nine little Senior girls looking for a date; Elsie met Earl and then there were eight. Eight little Senior girls wishing for heaven; Leona met Trouty and then there were seven. Seven little Senior girls all in a fix; Esther Rea went home and then there were six. Six little Senior girls wishing for a drive; Art Megan came along and then there were five. Five little Senior girls standing at the door, One got a bid to George’s and then there were four. Four little Senior girls seeming care-free; Rea met Abe, then there were three. Three little Senior girls, what shall they do? Along came Francis Green and then there were two. Two little Senior girls, looking for fun; Vera met John Robison, and then there was one. One little Senior girl standing all alone; Jennie met Vine McKee, and then there was none. —b.h.s— Ashes to ashes And dust to dust; If other teachers Don’t kill us, Mrs. McDermott must. —b.h.s.— THE A SENIOR MASQUERADE Lend me yore eers, felow stoodentz and i wil tel u abote hour A Senior par-tee. it was helled at a beeg hawl rite abuv Freedman’s marcet. Their wuz a siting rum their tu and when w-e got tired dene in we jist went and sit down. We had Miss Wiggtone and Mrs. Mc-Durmot and Freddy Burnlower and hee jist ackted up somthin turribull. Catha- 48 THE SENIOR IMAGNET reen Kwin schocked Mrs. McDurmot dooring thee eevning purformanzes be-cuz Mrs. McDurmot thunk thet Cath-areen’s pants wuz hangin, but they wuzn’t becuz the kostume wuz naturelly maid thet way and them things wuz culled pantelletes. But Mrs. McDurmot left erly enyway, but we cen’t say the egg sact reesun. Then Miss Wiggtone furgut herselif and thunk shee wuz in the tipe-riten rum becuz shee tuke oute hur wutch and times the orkestree. But nevertheles we all had a heck uv a gud time and we ur sorry thet we ur gradiateing but then, quotin Issic Mo-ludin Turnkins, “Everythin must cum tu a end” and thets jist where we’ve cum to. P. S. Lean on a Cone wuz diest in sum kind of a redd doodadle and Preddy Burn-lower sed too mis Wiggtone “Dozent she look lyke the devil? —b.h.s.— ALL KINDS OF ADVICE By Aida Lott Dear Aida Lott: I have been calling on a young lady seven nights a week, I take her out seven afternoons a week, and talk to her seven mornings a week, yet she thinks 1 don’t come often enough. How can I call more frequently? Mr. Dough Head. Dear Mr. 1 lead : The only thing I could suggest for you is to add a couple of days to your week. —b.h.s— Dear Miss Lott: I am asked to an afternoon tea and am to meet a young man there whom I would like to make a mash but I’m not very pretty. What can be done? Leila Snort. Dear Miss Snort: If possible try to have the hostess to have afternoon tea in the evening and serve it in a dark room. The darker the room is the more successful you will be. Dear Miss Lott: 1 live by the sea and am a fisherwoman but have never caught any fish because I can’t pull them in as they always wiggle off before I can get them. Please advise me what to do. M iss Minnie Salmon. Dear Miss Salmon: Why not get a bowl of gold fish and practice x 2 hour each day on pulling them in? —B.H.S.-- Dear Aida Lott : 1 am seven feet tall; have very black eyes and hair, heavy eyebrows and weigh 267% pounds. Do you think I look like Mary Pickford? Leda Cara. Dear Miss Cara: I can see a very striking resemblance in you to Mary Pickford. —b.h.s.— Dear Miss Aida Lott: I am bothered with ear ache and for this reason wear glasses, but the glasses don’t seem to be doing my ear any good. What would you advise me to do? Rachael Killjoy. Dear Miss Killjoy: If you would get arch supports, I am sure you would be relieved of your ear ache. —b.h.s.— Miss Aida Lott: 1 have a picture of myself enlarged, but my family refuse to hang it in the parlor. Now I would like to have all the visitors see how' beautiful I am in a picture, so what shall 1 do? Vanity Fair. Dear Miss Fair: Hang your picture above the mail box on the front porch and I’m sure it will attract attention. —b.h.s.— Dear Miss Lott: 1 am four feet in height and weigh 200 pounds. Do you think I am well proportioned? Sedie Salome. T HE SENIOR EM AG N E T •'9 Dear Miss Salome: 1 imagine you must have a form similar to that of Venus. —b.h.s.— Dear Aida Lott: 1 am in great distress. 1 have been engaged to a girl with a wooden leg for two weeks. Recently she treated me very cool and doesn’t seem to want me. What can I do? Ches Nutt. Dear Mr. Nutt: I want you to break it off at once. —b.h.s.— Dear Aida: I am a school girl and in need of instruction. The school 1 am attending is going to have a play and I am not in it. The manager of the play exempted all those who live in the country, those who take part in athletics, and those who do not have good marks, from taking part in the performance. None of these apply to me, yet I am not given a part, but the manager says it is no reflection or insult to me. If you can explain this to me, 1 shall be very grateful. Sincerely, Miss January Class. My Dear Miss January Class: Evidently the manager thinks you haven’t any talent, but since he says it is no reflection or insult to you, try your best to accept it as a compliment as it seems to be meant for such. —b.h.s.— Dear Miss Lott: I am fourteen years. I polish my shoes every morning and wear a brown suit. Sometimes I wear a fancy comb. Am I good looking? Miss Howe Fair. Dear Miss Fair: Undoubtedly you are very handsome and must be very popular with the young men. —b.h.s.— Dear Miss Lott: I have been going to the High School for six years and am now about to graduate. Being here so long I think I ought to have a good bit to say concerning how my class could act. What shall I do? Mr. Knowit All. Dear Mr. Knowit All: Since you have spent so many years of your life in school, why not spend the rest of your life there and you may become more influential? Your own class knows you too well. —b.h.s— My Dear Miss Aida Lott: I am a young man and live in a small town. 1 would like to go to a big city, but my parents won’t consent. What would you advise me to do? Yours truly, Hiram Cheap. Dear Mr. Cheap: It gives me great pleasure to be able to help you in your trouble. I would advise you to have the town enlarged at once. —b.h.s.— Dear Miss Lott: 1 am fifteen years old and am bow-legged. My greatest trouble is my nose, which is long and pointed. What can I do for it, as I hate a pointy nose? Sincerely, Adelina Pansetta. Dear Miss Pansetta: When retiring at night sleep with your nose well pushed into the pillow for about three months and at the end of this time file it off a little. This will produce a beautiful pug nose, and you will not be able to see the point any more. —b.h.s— Dear Miss Lott: I am a society girl, but don’t have any good health. I am sick constantly, but can’t bear to think of doctoring. 1 hate to take pills, medicine, etc., and 1 don’t want to go away for my health. What shall I do? Miss Molly Coddle. Dear Miss Molly Coddle: The best advice I can give you is to order a coffin and then lie down and die. 50 TII H S liN 10 R fM AG N E T Dear Lady: Oi’m an Irishman and oi’m in sympathy with me native land. Oi wul like to help thim along. What cud ye advise me to do? Pat Casey. Dear Mr. Casey: I cannot help you much as this is not in my department. You will have to write to Bridget McGee for that information. —b-h-s— Dear Miss Lott: I read your advice every day and think it is very good. 1 have a beautiful face but no one knows it as my face is hidden by freckles. Could you tell me of a way to hide them? Miss Evelyn Prick. Dear Miss Frick: Mix the following and put it on your face: 1 pint of white wash, 1 bottle of glue, I teaspoon of baking powder, a little ratnip, and one cup nitro glycerine. This will cover the freckles completely. —b.h.s— Dear Miss Lott: I have a young man whom I like very much. 1 le comes to see me regularly and wants me to marry him. but 1 can’t decide whether I love him or not. How-can 1 find out? Fulla Prunes. Dear Fulla Prunes: Ask yourself this question and you will know whether or not you really love him. Are you fond of pickles? —b.h.s.— Dear Miss Lott: I have been married a year and during that time my husband has grown a mustache, but much to our sorrow it is filled with dandruff. What can be done to get rid of the dandruff? Mrs. Adam Mutt. My Dear Mrs. Mutt: Have your husband soak his mustache in gasolene until very wet, then tell him to light a cigarette and smoke it. 'This will do away with the dandruff. Dear Miss Lott: I have had a cold in my head for about a month and my nose runs all the time. What shall 1 do for it? Mr. Ebenezer Sneezer. Dear Mr. Sneezer: If your nose won’t stop running, put a rope around it and tie it to the leg of a chair. 'Phis will stop the running. —b.h.s.— MEMBERS OF THE CABINET Secretary of State—Miss Rose Mc-Nees. Secretary of Treasury—Miss Mary C. O’Brien. Secretary of Navy—Miss Martha Orr (Oar). Secretary of War—Mr. John T. Hogg. Secretary of Agriculture—Mr. William Kettering. Postmaster General—Miss Anne Houston. Miss Secretary of the Interior—Miss Jean Campbell. Secretary of Labor—Faculty of B. 11. S. Secretary of Commerce—Miss Mary A. Wigton. Attorney General Dept, of Justice— Mr. V. K. Irvine. —bus • BLUE ROOM JOTTINGS We always had the utmost respect for Vincent, but we certainly never thought he’d turn out the way he has. There’s “another guy gone wrong.” —b.h.s.— For some reason or other Verna can never be satisfied. She always wants Moore. —b.h.s.— One morning recently Paul G. was seen rapidly wending his way down Penn Street, at about three o’clock. 1 le turned up McKean street and at the corner of McKean and North he bumped into F. Green who thought he wouldn’t be recognized since he had his collar turned up and his hat over his eyes. r H E S ENIOR £M A G N E T 51 INFORMATION BUREAU Freshman—(From English fresh, rawer new; and man.) Sophomore—(From English soft and more; softer than other classes, especially around the head.) Junior—(Origin unknown, probably from June—One who looks forward to June.) Senior—(One who has seen, hence knows more than others.) Pony—(From Latin word, pono—to hide or conceal; a shy, retiring animal. The truest friend of students.) Office—(English, off and ice. Place where you get a reception as cool as a cucumber of ice.) Chemistry Lab.—(Supposed to be a place where chemistry is studied, but Lab. means a great talker. I fence a Chemistry Lab. is a fellow who talks incessantly about Chemistry and other things.) —b.h.s.— There are two members of our class who think that Vandergrift is a mighty nice little town. We wonder why? --B.H.S.— CAN YOU IMAGINE? Paul...............Shaking a Shimmy? Maude............... Looking Serious? Dorothy K.....Without a pile of books? Bea............Without her spit curl? Trouty...............Making a fumble? Wendle..............Keeping quiet? Alice Me...........Without her parties? Vincent......Flirting with the girls? Fan.....Making a zero? Violet M.................Without Art? Alyce..........Without her nose shiny? Josephine......Without her “Mitchell ? Eleanor....Without her A Sophomores? Leona...Being on time? Nicholas...With his Cicero prepared? Abram..................With red hair? Francis G......With a lesson prepared? Vic Adams and Art Megan ...................With black hair? Earl .......................... Idle? A1 ................Without his Reno? John R..............Without his lesson? Jean C.................Without a fellow? Levi................With straight hair? Mr. Bemisderfer ...Not bawling out Eleanor Perrin? Miss Jackman................... Smiling? Mr. Irvine..Without “No talking please?” Mrs. McDermott ...Without her A Senior children We Cant ! ! — B.H.S.-- DIFFERENT SPICES FROM OUR CLASS All bail and what a class is ours, So talented although petite; We come as omens from the skies, You know we can’t be beat. To begin with Philosophy have we. There Violet Mullin abounds; For she hands us down this theory, To look for the Morrow” is the surest ground. Then there’s the vivid vamp of history, Leona Cohn’s her name; Who with her “Queenly Majesty,” Was surely born to fame. You must not forget our artist, Pauline Schmoker owns that crown; Ller merest lowly effort, Would masterpieces down. Let's go into another world, Of singer, song, and love; A fair renowned Prima Dona, Fair Beatrix Brown we have. I have not time to tell you more, Pages upon pages would I need, To tell you half the talent galore. In which our class but takes the lead. So if perchance you hear tome day, Of great wonders from our cla.s, just give us the credit that comes our way, For who could it be but us. 52 T H E SEN 10 K £M A G N E T Name Greatest Fault Hobby Ambition Victor Adams The Girls Foot-ball To be a shining star Josephine Bailey The “fliver” Cooking sewing To be a housewife Abraham Barron Blowing bubbles Making zeroes To be a butcher Verna Bishoff 1 lis height( P) Corresponding School teacher Bee Brown Losing something “Why—A” Having dates To be popular Jeanne Christley Parties To go through college Leona Cohn Coming late Her pony Wife of street cleaner Alyce de Guise Smiling Dancing To be swimming teacher Paul Glenn Talking fast Reading Great athlete Francis Green 1 hose eyes Chemistry To be a bartender in Savannah Marian Greenlee Studying Composing poetry To be a nurse Earl Grohman Growing Roaming the halls To be an Editor Frances llorwitz Making disturbance Driving auto To see the world Elsie Keefer Almost late in A. M I lave you been waited on? To be proprietor of A. P. Store Dorothy Kramer Brilliance Talking To be a principal Wendle Lehnerd His voice Shouting To be Caruso 11. Vera May Vergil 1 ler appetite To be a school marm. Arthur Megan His hair (Red) Chemistry To be a Chemist ' Alice McKee Boys Getting up Senior parties Being quiet To be a stenographer Vincent McKee Timid A woman hater Ruth McMurry Shy Arithmetic To be an arithmetic shark Violet Mullin I laving dates Chemistrv To teach school Levi Nicklas Curly locks Talking to girls To be ladies’ man Violet Ort Forgot to grow Bookkeeping Going to “Reno” To grow tall Albert Pearce His girl To be somebody’s mate Jennie Perifano Her voice Singing To hit highest “G” Eleanor Perrin Weight Chemistry To grow thin Kathrine Quinn Tickling Swimming To be a Paderewski Esther Rea Brains Reciting poetry To be a cook for some nice man Mealy Reisinger Giggling Arithmetic To be a business woman Maude Robb Eating peanuts Reciting poetry Soup everv meal John Robinson Making a noise Commencement speech An orator Viola Roenigk Waiting for the wick to Bernlohr (burn lower) Typewriting To be a minister’s wife Pauline Schmoker Drawing Building air castles To be somebody’s wife To be a school teacher Esther Scott Bashful Studying Lovin’ Ella Steen 1 ler size • To have a home with a little picket fence running around it Nicholas Suchy His feet Shaking all over To be a druggist Ruth I rimble 1 hat powder puff Vergil To own a Ford John Troutman Girls Loafing To be a Butler cop Elizabeth Vensel 1 lengait Dreaming To be an astronomer Dorothy Young 1 alking Staying in till five bells To be a missionary T H E SENIOR Of A G N E 7 HEARSAYS “It seems to be right”—Mr. Summerville. “Oh, how bad I feel”—Beatrice Browne. “How many are up?”—Miss Wigton. “Oh. you poor ham”—Mealy Reis-inger. “Now boys and girls, as long as I’ve been teaching, I never in all my life, etc., etc., etc.—Mrs. McDermott. “Oh, heck”—Elizabeth Vensil. “Speak louder, 1 can’t hear you”—Miss O’Brien. “Holy mackerel”—Pauline Schmoker. “Translate”—Mr. Hogg. “Oh, bov”—Leona Cohn. “Don’t you see?”—Mr. Coleman. “Oh, heavens”—Viola Roenigk. “Girls!”—Miss Seibert. “Gosh Neds”—Kathryn Quinn. “I think he’s cute”—Miss Jones. “Oh, gee”—Maude Robb. “Caesar’s Ghost”—Dorothy Young. “Fellows life’s too short”—Bob Wick. “Oh, 1 got a letter!”—Verna Bishoff. “Murderation”—Miriam Greenlee. “Good Night”—Vera May. “Silence”—Ruth Me Murry. “Oh, gosh!”—Viola Ort. “You know”—Jennie Perifano. “My stars”—Esther Rea. “Oh, lie’s sweet”—Ella Steen. “Oh, darn it.”—Ruth Trimble. “You bet”—Estiier Scott. “Paul, Paul,--”—Elsie Keefer. “Where are mv keys?”—Mr. Bermis-derfer. “A little less noise please”—Miss Orr. “Rah! for Cox”—Mr. Koons. “By the way”—Miss Stone. “1 must not forget to tell Mr. Irvine” —Miss Jackman. “Oh! pshaw!”—Miss Purvis. “Horrors!”—Miss Rose. “Is it or is it not?”—Mr. Coleman. “Pardon my interruption —Miss R. McNees. “Well, that’s all for today”—Miss Houston. “Tell us about it”—Miss Irvine. ' 7d MR. IRVINE WILL GET YOU— IF YOU DON’T WA TCH OUT All the little Freshmen, Gathered in a hunch, In the Cafeteria, Where they ate their lunch. After they had finished, They clamored for a story; And the Senior whispered one, And he was in his glory. When you’re strolling thru the halls, he said, Be watchful all the time; Be sure to duck your chewing gum. And always stay in line. Never put tacks on seats, he said, Nor engage in fistic bouts; Mr. Irvine’s sure to get you, If you don't watch out. He waits not for the darkness, But steals in bright daylight; You’ll never hear him coming, And he gives you quite a fright. His eyes can pierce thru anything, And he is sort of stout; But he will always get you, If you don’t watch out. If you cheated in a test, boys, And think you’re pretty clever; You’re due for a surprise, boys, For you cannot fool him ever. So take the advice of a Senior, And its right, beyond a doubt; Do your work, and he won’t get you, If you do, watch out. —b.h.s.— HAY FEVER ENTERS NO. 217 As I entered the school one day, In a very pathetic way; Eleanor Perrin sneezing, saw I; She looked as if she were about to cry. 54 THESE N10 R {MAGNET Of course such a very kind heart as I, Could not stand idly by; I asked her the cause of her all suffering, She said 'twas a siege of Hay Fever she was roughing. —b.h.s.— MOTHER GOOSE A LA JANUARY ’2 Beatrice had a little horse, It was against the rule; But she was pretty lucky. For the teachers she could fool. Little Miss Frances, Sat out some dances, Eating of ice cream and cake; The orchestra was playing, And Fan started swaying, And her goodies she soon did forsake. Feny meeny, miney mo, Suchy shakes a wicked toe; He starts to shimmy, and shouts, “Let’s go!” Feny meeny, miney mo. H i-d iddle-d idd le, There’s Jean and her fiddle; Oh, don’t let her go so soon, For Levi laughed to see such sport, And Maud sings a little tune. John, John, Mr. Robison’s son, Stole a ki s and away he run; The kiss was missed—John wasn’t fussed, He thought it was a lot of fun. Wendle Lehnerd, puddin n pie, Teased Mrs. McD. and made her cry; When she tells him not to talk, Wendle always starts to balk. Johnny Troutman fell in the mud, Running after the ball; He reached in a puddle and pulled it out quickly, And said, “Twas worth such a fall.” A diller, a dollar, A ten o’clock scholar, What makes you come so soon? You use to come at ten o’clock, but now you come at noon—Leona. Curly locks! Curly locks! wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine, But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream!—Vera Bishoff. Little Miss Muffet, Sat on a tuffet, Fating of curds and whey; There came a Green spider, And sat down beside her, And frightened away Dorothy K. —b.h.s.— WEBSTER’S ABBREVIATED DICTIONARY Report Card—Tell-tale. Nose—A shining mirror. Yellow slip—Something to relieve the monotony of school. Teacher—Information bureau. Vergil—A dead study. Chemistry—Something to keep one in suspense. Book—Preserved knowledge. Magnet—A book everyone should have. Brains—Combination of wheels, l ardy blank—An hour in study hall. Special honor—Reserved seat in chapel. Chewing gum—Exercise for jaws. Zero—That which makes the heart grow cold. Gymnastics—Eantastic motions. Study hall—Prison for law-breakers. Arithmetic—A study for over-taxing the brain. Mouth—Trouble maker. Camel—An animal that humps itself. Ears—Things never seen on the A Senior girls. Desk—Place to stick one's chewing gum. THE SENIOR MAGNET 55 LOST, FOUND AND WANTED LOST—In 317 by iMiss Wigton, a package of tablets. A Seniors please return. —b.h.s.— WANTED—By Leona Cohn—A scrubwoman to clean her desk. Wages satisfactory. Apply at 217. —b.h.s.— WANTED-----By A Seniors—A few more months to spend in 217 with Mrs. McDermott?!?!?!?!?! --B.H.S.— WANTED—A regular seat in chapel by Mr. F. R. Bemisderfer. —b.h.s.— WANTED—By Miss Purvis, Freshmen with brains. —b.h.s.— LOST—Patience. If found, return to Mrs. McDermott. —b.h.s.— WANTED—A person with a large mouth to chew the wrinkles out of discarded chewing gum. Apply in person to Pappy Turner. —b.h.s.— FOUND—Powder puff in No. 217. Owner may have same by proving property. —b.h.s.— LOST—Bea Brown’s pony. Please return as soon as possible. —b.h.s.— WANTED—A dance in the gym. A Senior Class. —b.h.s.— WAN TED—A girl for Vincent McKee. —b.h.s.— WANTED—A muzzle for Wendel Lehn-erd. —b.h.s.— WANTED—A new nickname for Paul Glenn. —b.h.s.— LOST—A set of brains. Return to John Troutman. —b.h.s.— LOST—The name of one of the A Senior girls has been lost for a year. Finder please inform Mr. Bermisderfer that her real name is Verna. WANTED—One class of Noisy Talkers by Mrs. McDermott. —b.h.s.— LOST—One heart; probably in Pittsburgh. Return to Verna BishofT. —b.h.s.— LOST—500 Mail Pouch coupons. Reward if returned to Paul Glenn. —b.h.s.— Five dollars reward for the names of two fellows who are stealing all my test tubes.—Mr. F. R. Bemisderfer. “Green and Megan take notice.” —b.h.s.— LOST—Nearly all my auburn hair, teaching A Seniors higher Algebra. Reward if returned to Miss Purvis. —b.h.s.— FOUND—One goat. Probably the faculty’s. Inquire of A Senior Class. —b.h.s.— FOR SALE—Front seat in Mrs. McDermott’s room. Apply Alyce de Guise. —b.h.s.— LOST—A1 Pearce’s mustache. Finder please return it to A1 as the cold weather is approaching and we are afraid he will catch cold. —b.h.s.— LOST—Books and jewelry by Beatrice Brown. Please return the articles. “She feels so badly.” —B.H.S.— LOST—A front tooth, by Dorothy Young. Finder please return before the Senior banquet. —b.h.s.— LOST—During one A Senior recitation, by Franklin Richard Bermisderfer, a bunch of keys. Finder please return to 302. —B.H.S.— WANTED—Position as human banjo. See Wendle Lehnerd. —b.h.s.— WANTED—A cure for shyness. Call Esther Rea. —b.h.s.— WANTED—A keeper for Bea Brown. 56 THE SENIOR (MAGNET WANTED—A thimble or nutshell in which to hold mv knowledge. Abram Barron. —b.h.s.— WANTED—A body guard bv Violet Ort. —B.H.S.- WAN FED—Brains at any price. A Senior Class. —b.h.s.— WAN TED—An alarm clock for Leona Cohn to enable her to get to school on time. —b.h.s.— WAN I ED—A good looking girl who can dance. Levi Nicklas. —b.h.s.— FOUND—Peace for Mrs. McDermott as the A Senior Class expects in the near future to move from Room 217. LOS I—Bottle of iodine. Finder please return to “Dizzy.” —b.h.s.— OLD MAN WISE’S SAYINGS Camouflage was introduced during the war. but women still retain it. Some powder to stop the shine. We think a few must have headlights for faces. Ships were made to look like one instead of two or tw'o like one. But we have seen women who looked like a sack of flour. It as much black powder would have been used during the war, as there was white powder, the Germans would have been licked in about ten minutes. The pen used to be mightier than t he sword, but now the powder pufT is mightier than the wash-rag. T H E SENIOR fM A G N E T 57 Ruth Trimble—Scott’s poems are rheumatic, (romantic) —b.h.s.— Anyone wishing to get a few tips about dress-making, may apply to Mr. Hogg. His methods are new and have never been used by any other dressmaker. —b.h.s.— Violet M.—Hot steam goes down the one inch pipe. —b.h.s.— E. Vensel (in English)—“Dickens wrote Martin Sizzlewit.” Mr. Bemisderfer—How can you tell the difference between carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide? Esther Rea—If you die after smelling, then you will know that it is carbon monoxide. —B.H.S.- Clyde McFadden—Sav Sam, can’t I get into the Lyric on those passes for 2c war tax instead of 3c? , Sam Waldron (who had just given him two comps.)—Whadda ya want for nothin? —b.h.s.— The A Senior Class was discussing the subject of evolution when D. Young was heard to say, “Well 1 may be a monkey but my ancestors weren’t.” —b.h.s.— Miss Houston in Astronomy—Did anyone ever see the moon cross a star? Wm. Kettering—I almost did. —B.H.S.— Mrs. McDermott—Arthur 1 don’t see your tardy slip? Art Megan—You didn’t look in my pockets. —b.h.s.— C. Waldron to some girls—You girls don’t know how' tough I am do you? Girls—No. Clifford—You have heard about the dead sea? Girls—Yes. Cliff—Well. 1 killed it. --B.H.S.— Mr. Coleman in A Jr. Physics—What is refraction? Pauline S.—Why it’s when you’re looking at something and don’t see it. —b.h.s.— —B.H.S.— What is that gentle murmuring I hear? That is Mr. Summerville explaining (?) arithmetic to the A Seniors. Vera May in English (speaking of Betsy Trotwood)—Another quaint character in David Copperfield was Betsy Wood lot ter. —b.h.s.— —b.h.s.— Mr. Coleman (Physics)—What change will I make on this flame that the tone may be complex? P. S.—Draw another little jigger on the side. Vera May in Vergil—Those who died of a wasting disease (meaning love) were in this place. Mr. Hogg—What was the disease? Vera M.—Consumption. -------------------------------------------------------- Groutt Grocery Hildebrand “MOST EVERYTHING GOOD TO EAT” Meat Market 135 North Main St., Butler, Pa. Both Phones HOME DRESSED MEATS STRICTLY PURE HOME 109 East Jefferson Street RENDERED LARD KEYSTONE PIPE AND SUPPLY COMPANY NEW AND USED Oil Well Supplies, Casing, Pipe, Iron Tanks and Rails BUTLER, PA. Butler Auto Supply Co. GOODYEAR AND KENYON TIRES ACCESSORIES, OILS AND GASOLINE 133 E. Jefferson Street The Royal Cafe 113 E. Jefferson Street OPEN DAY AND NIGHT THE SENIOR Of A G NET 59 Esther Read (in Vergil)—Acestes lies in the bottom of the Helmet. —b.h.s.— Mr. Hogg (in Vergil)—What English word do we get from “Orantes. B. Brown—“Oranges.” —b.h.s.— Mr. Hogg—When was Palinurus drowned? Violet M. (absently)—Last week. ---B.H.S.— Arthur Megan (in English class)— William IV. had a bunch of supporters. —b.h.s.— Mr. Summerville (in Arithmetic)— The odd ones may go to the board today. —b.h.s.— Dorothy Young (after making note of something in her diary)—1 wonder if that will be safe in my stocking? —b.h.s.— Jeanne Christley (in Vergil answering question)—Why— Mr. Hogg—Oh, I just wanted to know. —b.h.s.— Leona Cohn (Vergil)—“Her eyes were roving and wondering about the couch.” Mr. Hogg—“Some eyes!” —b.h.s.— E. Perrin (Vergil)—Who snatched you from our embraces?—Read! Who snatched you from our embracements? —b.h.s.— 1 heard some woman speaking of the little children in Senior High. It was only Mrs. McDermott speaking to the A Seniors in her home room. —b.h.s.— Miss McNees wanted to know where Treists was. She asked Ruth McMurry. Ruth says it is on page 120. —b.h.s.— Miss Brier—Mealy, how many times did you write that exercise, and how many mistakes did you make? Mealy Reisinger—None, and nine mistakes. L. C. (Vergil)—Dido was all lit up.— Where’d she get it? —b.h.s.— Mr. Hogg (A Sr. Vergil)—How do they launch ships nowadays? L. C.—They christen them with grape juice. Mr. Hogg—Yes—or with what else? Paul Glenn—Campaign! (champagne) —b.h.s.— Mr. Bermisderfer (in A Senior Chemistry)—How would you get iodine from a mixture of sand and iodine? Art Megan—Use alcohol to dissolve iodine; but why would you go to all that trouble when you can buy it uptown? Mr. Bemisderfer—Oh, 1 see Arthur, you wouldn’t waste alcohol for that purpose. —b.h.s.— Bee Brown says the name “Perfect Lovers’ Club” is not appropriate. Bee must know. —b.h.s.— We would like to know what attraction the Saxonburg road has for Vincent McKee after our parties. —b.h.s.— The teachers should have a supply of cigarettes for such as Erancis Green. He can’t concentrate unless he is smoking. —b.h.s.— Ike, of Mike and Ike, likes the French maids.—“c’est vrai, n’est-ce pas, Estelle? —b.h.s.— T he Boys’ Glee Club is on the bum.— The cheering at the basket-ball games sounds like a frog croaking.— The Magnet is going out of business.— In fact, the whole High School is on the blink.— W H Y ? Why Wendel Lehnerd has graduated! —b.h.s.— Latest opera song hit: “Foam Song” from “Lux. —b.h.s.— Mrs. McDermott (in assigning lessons) —Now, for tomorrow, study the questions and ask yourself the answers. ♦-------------------------------------------------------♦ DIEHL BAKING COMPANY Manufacturers of Pure Bakery Products Bell Phone 171 Peo. Phone 89 BUTLER, PENN’A. Recreation Room NOW OPEN 138 N. Main St. McLafferty Schmoker, Prop. Lyric and Crown Best Flour Grand Theaters FOR A GOOD SWEET LOAF DE LUXE PHOTOPLAYS G. Wilson Miller Co. MARTINCOlJRT DAUGHERTY The Evans Manufacturing Co., Ltd. 128 E. Jefferson Street Manufacturers of Oil Well Trunks, Bags, Suit Cases and Supplies Leather Goods BALLS AND SEATS AUTO ROBES Plunger Liners Cup Liners AND BLANKETS BUTLER, PA. The Perry Studio tt etter .Dread The Pictures that Please You 144 North Main St. M. D. Kottraba, D. D. S. 15c Loaf OR BUTLER, PA. , 2 for 25c Litzinger Pharmacy AT White’s Bakery C. F. Litzinger, Prop. Roy. H. Hutzler, Mgr. Main and Mifflin Streets West North Street BUTLER, PA. Peo. Phone 192 ♦ T E S E 10 R -%f A G N E T 01 EA VES DROPS We hear that Verna BishofT is the greediest member of the A Senior Class. She always wants Moore. We hear the Class Prophets seem to have met a sad difficulty. It seems that they predict that Elsie Keefer and Paul Glenn would marry and settle down together. Earl Grohman says they wont if he can help it. We hear that the A Seniors have a real riddle. Mere it is: Why is the A Sen- ior Class like a Woman’s Sunday School meeting? Can’t guess can you? Well, then I’ll tell you: Because of the scar- city of men. We hear that when the subject of automobiles comes up Josephine Bailey thinks there is nothing like a Mitchell. (Ted, of course.) We hear that Elizabeth Vensel and Vera May are coming back to take a post graudate course in Pronunciation of Names. E. Vensel said—Sizzlewit for Chissel-wit. V. May said—Wood trot ter for Trot-wood. We hear that Leona Cohn is very discourteous to the Facultry. She classes them either with onions or bananas. She asked Mrs. McDermott the other day if she found a paper with a bunch of the faculty on it. We hear that Earl Grohman has it so bad that he even strives to get an Elsie (L. C.) when in the typewriting room. We hear that Miss Houston is as illustrious as William Kettering is inquisitive. Miss 11.—1 will illustrate the orbit of Mars with my hat. However, before we go on, is there a question? Wm. K.— Is Mars inhabited? We hear that through some streak of luck the Senior partner of Mike and Ike, Inc., is going to graduate on Jan. 20, so that there is a vacancy in the firm. It is a good chance for some live wire to make a success of himself. All applications will be carefully considered. Only members of the 1923 or 1924 classes may apply. Apply to Mrs. McDermott in Room 217. Don’t bother her at her home. If you apply in person, well anti good. If you write, please inclose your photograph. Terms strictly cash. This is one thing that cannot be sold on the installment plan. We hear that some of the Ereshmen girls would like to have a head like Effie Adams. Well, girls, it isn’t possible. Ivory cannot rust. We hear that Mrs. McDermott is very proud of her what-do-you-call-it, oh, corpulence. _ We hear that the fire marshal put forth this warning to all High School girls: Girls, my dear girls, be careful when you smile. It lights up your face and you may set off the powder.” We hear that Esther Harmon is trying to prove to the whole populace that her hair is getting gray. (We suppose on account of hard study and worry over — I don’t know his name.) A specimen of the haij js on exhibition beside the mirror in tne cloak room of Room 110. Mr. Perree is to be the judge. We hear that some of the students and part of the faculty accuse Lawless Jimmy of chewing tobacco. At any rate his jaws are always going. His cheeks are always swelled out like a squirrel’s or a grinny. We hear that after January the twenty-second the faculty are all going to wear black, even Mr. Turner is going to LARKIN CO Manufacturers of Packers of All Kinds SAND PUMPS, DRILLING AND FISHING TOOLS BUTLER, PA. Rummer’s National Market 217 Center Avenue. Peo. Phone 1101-L MEATS — POULTRY — FISH BUTTER — EGGS — CHEESE OYSTERS IN SEASON VIADUCT GARAGE (trucks BUILT TO LAST CROLL BROTHERS BUTLEFx CANDY CO. Sole Distributors of Ifallntan’s (Cliocnlatc 7' : S BN 10 R fM A G N B T 63 wear black overalls, in mourning for the loss of the Brilliant, Most Illustrious, and Very Good Class of January, 1921. We wonder if Santa Claus answered all the letters that were written to him at the Senior entertainment. Even the teachers wrote to him. —b.h.s.— Miss Mechling (in History class)— We shall have the reign of terror tomorrow. Voice in the rear—You will have thunder showers the next day. —b.h.s.— Miss Irvine—Don’t they blast coal out of a coal mine? F. L.—They didn’t when I was around. —b.h.s.— E. M.— In drilling a well, they drill a hole, then put a conductor in it, and blow it up with 160 quarts of glycerine. LOST—A small boy about the size of a man, barefooted with his father’s shoes on; he carried an empty sack on his back containing a couple of railroad tunnels; he also was bald headed; his hair was so bushy that he couldn’t wear a hat. Finder return at once to Patrolman R. Arthur Moore. No hurry whatever. —B.H.S.— Miss Orr is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, having received an unexpected shock last week. Bud Koener came to school ten minutes ahead of time. —b.h.s.— It takes a farmer to handle ponies and that is the reason Charles Rimp gets his Cicero so well. —b.h.s.— Mr. Ferree—I wish the members of this class would not eat the covers off their text books. SINCE 1903 We have consistently and unerringly followed the policy of dealing only in absolutely reliable jewelry retailed at an honest and conservative profit. Ralston Smith HALLMARK 125 South Main St. Useful Gifts Electrical Things make lovely gifts and can be used the year round. We are headquarters for “Things Electrical.” The Electric Shop JOHN E. FLACK, Prop. “Class ’99” 115 W. Jefferson St. Buy Your GROCERIES, FRESH MEATS and FRESH BAKED GOODS at C. E. 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Lawless Jimmy—Where’s the feathers? Mistery Mike—This is a picked team. —b.h.s.— The other day a customer came in and asked Earl for something that sounded like Mangerin. After a thorough search for the article, Earl came back to see what kind of dope it was. She left him know that she asked if the Manager was in. —b.h.s.— He—1 always smoke Camels after dinner. It—I lowzat? He—They always go good on a desert, (dessert) —B.H.S.— Mrs. McDermott — Wendel, your mouth is open again. Wendel Lehnerd—Yes, mam, I opened it myself. Customer—What is good to clean ivory? Earl Grohman—Try a shampoo. —b.h.s.— Father—What you need, young man is sticktuitivness. Son—I certainly have that; three years in passing off my Freshman math! —b.h.s.— A young man went for an examination and flunked it, so he immediately sent the following telegram home: “Examination fine. Professors overjoyed. They demand an encore.” —b.h.s.— Lady—So this is your daughter’s coming out party? Mother—Yes, and if I hadn’t put my veto on those dress-makers, she would be out a good deal farther than she is. —b.h.s.— I stood on the porch at midnight, The clock was striking the hour; From above I heard her mother’s voice, It sounded mighty sour. “Come right to bed,” the mother said, But I lingered a moment more; ’Twas in this moment Ra appeared— Butler! Never more! —b.h.s.— THE HOLY SHRINE My dear friend, don’t you ever attend a place of worship? Yes, sir, I’m on my way to see her now. —b.h.s.— Doctor—Say, Colonel, how does it feel to kill a man? Colonel—1 don’t know, Doctor, how does it? —b.h.s.— L. Nicholas—She seems to me kind of dove-like. W. Lehnerd—Yes, she’s pigeon-toed. ♦ Oh Boy! Here you are. Suits, Sweaters, Shoes, Caps n’ Everything. THE BEST PLACE TO BUY DOUTHETT GRAHAM, Inc. Bell 964 Peoples 181 HARVEY J. GEIBEL FUNERAL DIRECTOR 318 E. 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(Mose) Campbell ♦____________________________♦ TII E S E N 10 R (M A G S' E 7 He was teaching her arithmetic, lie said it was his mission, lie kissed her once, he kissed her twice, And said, “This is addition.’’ And as he added smack by smack, In silent satisfaction, She timidly gave him one back, And said, “Now that’s subtraction. Then he kissed her, and she kissed him, Without an exclamation, And both of them together said, “That multiplication. lint dad appeared upon the scene, And snorted in derision; He kicked him all three blocks away. And said, That’s long division!” —Ex. —B.H.S.— Mack—What’s funnier than a one-armed man trying to wind his wrist watch? Knutt—A glass eye at a key hole. —B.H.S.— lie (with much determination)—I'm going to kiss you! She (bashfully)—If you do’ I’ll call mother. He (after much fuss)—There! She (carrying out the aforesaid threat) —Mother-r-r! Mother—Yes, daughter. She—You—had better put some coal on the fire. —B.H.S.— Having been astounded by seeing the announcement of his death in the paper, he rang up a friend and asked: Have you seen the notice of my death in the paper? Yes, replied the friend, where are you speaking from? —B.H.S.— You can lead a horse to water, but it takes Bull Durham Tobacer. —B.H.S.— 1 didn’t like her apartments, so I knocked her fiat. 67 Prof.—Why are you so dumb, lazy, downright thick, that very few girls would even marry you? Stude — That’s alright. Very few would he enough. —B.H.S.— Prof.—Do you know the five methods of choosing the atomic from the combining weights? Stude—I know four. Prof.—Which one don’t you know? —B.H.S.— Ireshie (impassionate tones)—Just one, dearest, just one. Bass voice from upstairs—No, it’s not just one, it is 3:00 and high time you were going, young fellow! —B.H.S.— V. Adams—Girls are prettier than boys. Joe Bailey—Naturally. V. Adams—No, artificially. —B.H.S.— A banana peel, A flash of hose, A little squeal, And down she goes! —Ex. --B.H.S.- I wrote my love a poem, her glorious beauty sang, Her lovely face well dotted with dimples. You can, perhaps, imagine why there came to me a pang, When that fool printer set it up as pimples. —B.H.S.— Batty Betty says—It was a wise idea to put the hirst Aid room next to the kitchen of the domestic science department. —B.H.S.— He—1 honestly think that the American people are using too many unnecessary food utilities in their every day meals. She—Why, dearie, what do you mean? He—Well, for instance, using raisins for making raisin pie. ♦ At the Pinnacle of Hope, Desire, Achievement lies SUCCESS which comes to him only who courts it. The foundation of BUSINESS SUCCESS is the Bank Account. Have you laid the foundation? We are interested in your SUCCESS Guaranty Trust Company of Butler BUTLER, PENNSYLVANIA WHY HAVE A BANK ACCOUNT 1. A checking account enables you to pay your bills in a business way. 2. Your cancelled checks are receipts for bills paid. 3. Doing business with a bank increases'your credit and financial standing. 4. A bank pays interest on savings deposits. 5. A banker will give reliable advice on investments. 6. A bank is a safe place to leave valuables and important papers. 7. Doing business with a bank encourages you to save more. 8. Your savings bank deposits invested by the banker in industrial advancement directly contributes to the country's prosperity. T H E SENIOR ZM A G N E T 69 Dad—Some of your grades are very low, what's the reason? Student—Well, everything has been so high I thought it time a few items to be marked down. —b.h.s.— Madam, said a polite sailor, who was showing the fair young thing over the ships, this is the quarter deck.” 1 low nice, beamed the fair young thing, and now- could 1 see what you have for fifty cents. --B.H.S.- Me—The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world; don’t forget that. She—Then you come in and rule the world awhile; I'm tired. —b.h.s.— Fond mother—Pat, ye should have a trunk. Pat—What for, mother? F. M.—To put your clothes in, of couse. Pat—And me go naked? —b.h.s.— Grandma had returned from the Doctor and was telling her daughter what he had ordered her to do for her rheuma-tiz.” 1 le told me to take Queen Anne eternally and rub anarchy on my limbs. —b.h.s.— Farmer Biggs wished to claim exemption for his son, so he presented this plea: “I’d like to git condemnation papers fer my son; he’s the only 'sport I have.” —b.h.s.— An enterprising dealer in electric wares hangs out a sign— Don’t kill your wife with hard work. Let the washing machine do the dirty work.” —b.h.s.— --------------------------------♦ Geo. H. Jackson, D. D. S. 114 East Jefferson Street BUTLER, PENN’A. ♦---------------------------------4 , MYSELF AND ME—WE THREE I am the best pal I ever had; I like to be with Me; I like to sit and tell Myself things confidentially; I often sit and ask Me if I shouldn’t or I should, And I find that My advice to Me is always pretty good. —b.h.s.— Sophomore—I simply can’t do Latin. Senior—Oh, that’s easy enough. All you require is a little pony sense. —b.h.s.— Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are: Exams again. —b.h.s.— Bright Freshie—And at the King’s accession the people cried, “Hail, oh King. And instantly the King began to reign.” —b.h.s.— Can you start a fire with a base-ball match, Or mend your glove with a cabbage patch? Do they call it a strike if you bat your eye, Or give you a base if you swat a fly? Is a tennis racket just noise and clatter? If you broke the home plate, could you use a platter? Is the pitcher made from silver or glass? Are the golf links iron or gold or brass? Is a caddie made for storing tea? Is a locker simply a great big key? Is a fowl a chicken or is it a bird? Do they arrest a player for stealing third? — B.H.S.- AXIOMS RECENTLY DISCOVERED Recitation is the science of bluffiing. Zero added to zero, the result is flunk. Zeroes are always equal, though they never coincide. A teacher is a many-sided polygon, equal to anything. A “Proposition” is a general term for that which confronts the Senior at the end of the term. DR. C. A. LOUTZENHISER DENTIST Peoples Phone: Cor. Main and Wayne Streets Office 542; Residence 1050-Y BUTLER, PA. LEITH’S Flowers for all Occasions 317 South Main Street BUTLER, PA. REAL ESTATE INSURANCE MORTGAGES SURETY BONDS Workingmen’s Compensation Theo. Vogeley 247 South Mein Street BUTLER, PA. C. H. KENNEDY Manufacturer and Bottler of Carbonated Beverages Office and Works, 158 Race St. BUTLER, PA. Let Your Next —CLOTHING —FURNISHINGS —HATS Bear this Label of Quality SAM COHN Good Clothes—Nothing Else 108 So. Main St. Butler. Pa. NEW SYSTEM Peo. Phone 10-Y BAKERY Young Millinery Co. You See Every 230 S. Main St. Operation Butler, Pa. JENKINS 2nd Floor Over 162 Race Street Dittmer’s Music Store THE ROESSING CO. Funeral and Ambulance Peoples Phone 143 u 11 T AV1J Bell Phone 89-J 7 E S E N IO K rM A G N F. T Why didn’t you send a man up to fix our electric bell? I le did go madam, but as he rang the door bell twice and got no answer, he concluded there was no one at home. —b.h.s.— Popular style of recitation: Rise slowly, leisurely, remove a large piece of chewing gum from mouth, put hands in pocket, then say in low. but clear and confident tones: “I don’t know.” —b.h.s.— Do you know anything about Napoleon ? You bet. Well, then can you tell me his nationality? Course I can. Corsican is right. I didn’t know you knew so much. —b.h.s.— Teacher—Now, watch the board closely and see how 1 will run through it. Freshie—Oh, gosh, my feet hurt. I can hardly think. —b.h.s.— Teacher—What is the plural of man? Student—Men. Teacher—Good! What of child? Student—Twins. —b.h.s.— Mother—Warren, your report card shows some very low marks. Warren—Well, you see, mother, everything is so high nowadays, 1 thought it w'as time some items were marked down. —b.h.s.— A little iron, a cunning curl, A box of powder, a pretty girl; A little rain—away she goes— A homely girl and a freckled nose. —b.h.s.— HERE’S A THOUGHT Why pay a doctor bill when you can go to the window and remove the pane. —b.h.s.— Daughter (having just received a beautiful set of mink skins from her father) —What 1 don’t see is how such wonder- ful furs can come from such a low, sneaking, little beast. Father—I don’t ask for thanks, dear, but I really insist on respect. MIKE IKE June ’22 Jan. ’21 —b.h.s.— Help, help, cried an Italian laborer near the mud flats of the river. What’s the matter there? came a voice from the construction shanty. Queeg! bringa da shov! Bringa da peek. Giovanna stuck in da mud. I low far in? Up to his knees. Oh, let him walk out. No, no. He no canna walk. He wrong end up. —b.h.s.— BAD FOR DIGESTION Mrs. Youngwife—1 want some shirts for my husband—size 15. Clerk — Certainly, madam. With starched cuffs? Mrs. Y. (horrified)—Oh, no! The doc-doctor says he must avoid everything with starch in it. —b.h.s.— NOT ON A VACATION, EITHER Senior—I’ve got a' girl that’s been in the hospital for nearly a year. Sophomore—Too bad. chappie. What’s the matter with her? Senior—She’s a nurse. —b.h.s.— A HARD TASK Ton—When you go home tonight, don’t walk over the log across the brook. Frank—Why? Tom—Because I took it away. —b.h.s.— GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN Rob—1 suppose you carry a memento of some kind in that locket you wear on your fob? Bob—Yes, it is a lock of my father’s hair. Rob.—But your father is still ailve. Bob—Yes, but his hair isn’t. - ♦ “PAUL JONES” MIDDY BLOUSES Many Different Styles (Guaranteed Fast Colors) Gym Bloomers Regulation Middy Dresses Bathing Suits Separate Middy Skirts Alf. M. Reiber Bro. Co. “The Store Accommodating” 205 South Main St. Butler, Pa. HARVEY and CAREY, Inc. ®lje IRexall tnre The Center For All—Drugs —Toilet Articles —Stationery —Candy —Cigars Exclusive Agency For JONTEEL PREPARATIONS CARA NOME—(The new Italian Perfume) WHITMAN’S CHOCOLATES Drop in after school and enjoy one of our Tasty Hot Fudge Sundaes—So Different. We give each customer special attention, and work to please and satisfy. DON’T PAY BIG GAS BILLS use RADIANTFIRES HALF THE GAS—TWICE THE HEAT Blackmore Company TII E S E N I O R TM AG N E T 73 BOTH LOST Man—Clerk, did I leave my umbrella here? Clerk—There it is on your arm. Man—Oh, thanks; 1 might have gone home without it. -I .II.S.- He—What would you do if I should kiss you on the forehead? She—I’d call you down. —b.h.s.— Con.—Fares, please. Ed McGarvey, handing out a clothespin. Con.—This isn’t any good on this line. Ed. McG.—Why, that’s good on any line. —b.h.s.— There was a young man from the west, Who proposed to the girl he loved best; So hard did he press her, To make her say “Yes, sir, That he broke three cigars in his vest. —b.h.s.— Teacher—What supports the sun in the heavens?” Ereshie—Why, it’s beams of course. —b.h.s.— Ereshie Premier—My father occupied the seat of Applied Physics at Harvard. Ereshie Deuxime—Dat ’es nothing, my father occupied the chair of applied electricity at Sing Sing. —b.h.s.— Little pads of rubber, Little drops of paint. Make the bad report card Look as if it ain’t. M '. G. --B.H.S.- AN ODE TO LA TIN t hey are all dead who wrote it, They are all dead who spoke it, They all must die who learn it. Oh happy death, they earn it! M. G. --B.H.S.- Teacher—Ell have to give you a zero for that English examination. John—That means nothing to me. P. S.—What causes us to stick on the earth? Student—The law of gravitation, of course. P. S.—But what did the people do who lived before that law was passed? —b.h.s.— An Englishman who had just come to the U. S. was riding on a train. Behind him sat a woman who had such a homely baby that he couldn’t help but stare at it. After a while the mother became angry, so the next time he looked around she said, “Rubber!” “Thank goodness,” he said, “I thought it was real.” —b.h.s.— Mary had a little lamb, A nd her to school did follow; It licked the paint all off her cheek, And died of painter’s cholic. —b.h.s.— Young hunter to old lady—Madam, would you permit me to hunt rabbits on your farm? Old lady—Certainly, but 1 don’t want you to shoot them. You may run them down. —b.h.s.— Ike W.—Jelling the fellow he is going to be a boxer. Sam W.—Yes, he is going to box oranges in California. —b.h.s.— A sculptor had made models of every nationality except the Irish. One day an Irishman asked him why he hadn’t made an Irishman, to which the sculptor replied : I couldn’t get mud thick enough. —b.h.s.— A FISH STORY A lively young fisher, named Eischer, Fished for fish from the end of a fissure. A fish with a grin, Fulled the fisherman in. Now they’re fishing the fissure for Eischer. “THE DIFFERENCE” THE difference between the person who saves and the person who does not is not merely a difference in net worth. It is a difference of character. MONEY gives a person poise, independence, self-respect, self-confidence. You are qualified to accomplish a great deal more. VALUE, as it relates to money is not alone in the things it will buy but more especially in the things to which it leads. OPEN AN ACCOUNT AT THE BUTLER COUNTY NATIONAL BANK BUTLER, PA. RESOURCES OVER $7,000,000.00 T R S E N 10 R fM A G N : T 75 Spoonville, P. C. Love’s Cottage, 23 Prospect Ave. My dear and respected sir: I send you this your love to stir, ’tis you I have chosen first of all, on whom to make my leap year call. Your heart and your hand I ask in no jest, and I hope you will grant my fond request. I am giving you this foremost chance ami I hope you will exchange and send me back without delay, vour answer saying “yes” or “nay.” If your hand does not incline for Wedlocks hand to join in mine, then you must leap year law obey, and doom to §500 pay, besides, kind sir, a handsome dress, I ask no more, 1 take no less. Now you might think this letter funny, but 1 must have man or money. So now send me a kind reply and call me “wife” until you die. If you think me a dandy, send me a box of candy, and if the writer’s name you guess, send this back to my address, but if for me there is no hope, send me back three yards of rope. With all kinds of love and kisses, from one who wants to be your MRS. ---B.H.S.- Edith was light-hearted and merry over everything. Nothing appealed to her seriously. So, one day, her mother invited a very serious minded young parson to dinner and he was pleased with the light-hearted girl. Everything went well until she asked him: “You speak of everybody having a mission, what is yours?” “My mission',’ said the parson, “is to save young men.” “Good, replied the girl, “I’m glad to meet you. I wish you’d save one for me.” —B.H.S.— Chinaman—You tellee me where railroad depot? Citizen—What’s matter John, lost? Chinaman—No, me here. Depot lost. She had just finished reading Hale’s “A Man Without a Country” and as she laid it down she exclaimed, “1 cannot imagine any thing worse than a man without a country.” “O, I can, said her friend. “What?” “Why a country without a man.” —B.H.S.— A little boy had eaten too much Christmas pie and was roaring lustily. “If he was my child, I’d spank him good,” said a visitor. “He does deserve it,” admitted the mother, “but I never believed in spanking on a full stomach.” “Neither do I. I’d turn him over.” —B.H.S.— “Do nuts grow on trees, father? “Yes, my son.” “Well, then, what tree does the doughnut grow on? —B.H.S.— A man who was very vain of his personal appearance went to the doctor one day to ask him to explain a singular circumstance. “Doctor,” he said, “My hair is perfectly black and my whiskers are turning white. Now how do you account for that?” “Well.” replied the doctor, “I don’t know, unless it is because your jaws have been used more than your brains.” —B.H.S.— At the art museum the s’ign “Hands Off” was conspiciously displayed before the statue of Venus de Milo. A small child looked from the sign to the statue. “Anybody could see that,” she remarked dryly. —B.H.S.— “Papa,” said Freddie, “what is a fortification?” “Why a big fort,” replied the father. “Well, papa, is a ratification a big—” “I am busy now, dear,” replied father as he escaped GRAND UNION TEA CO. 112 WEST JEFFERSON STREET Satisfaction Guaranteed or Money Cheerfully Refunded Peoples Phone 173-A P. J. Oesterling Son Flour Feed Dealers Wholesale and Retail Corner East Jefferson and Elm Sts. BUTLER, PA. BALED HAY FERTILIZER GRAIN Poultry Supplies, Salt, Stock Foods, Straw Traffic Trucks Give Us a Call. Quick Service and Good Quality Feeds. C. F. Hosford, Jr., Pres. R. E .Sprenkle, Secy.-Treas. C. R. Bartley, Mgr. Electric Supplies Equipment Co. ELECTRICAL CONTRACTING ELECTRIC SUPPLIES 126 North Main Street BUTLER, PA. T II E S E N I 0 R EM A G N E 7 Surely it’s a funny thing that when Cupid hits his mark he generally Mrs. it. —b.h.s.— Little Brother—If I were you I wouldn’t take Sister canoeing this afternoon. Ardent Suitor—Why do you say that? Little Brother—Well, I heard her tell mother that she feared she’d have to throw you over. —b.h.s.— A young Canadian came to Washington last Christmas and was making a call on a young lady he had met for the first time. “Do you have reindeer in Canada,” she asked. “No, darling,” he replied, “at this season it always snows.” —b.h.s.— A college professor noted for his strict discipline, entered the class room one day and noticed a girl student sitting with her feet in the aisle and chewing gum. “Mary,” he exclaimed indignantly, “take that gum out of your mouth and put your feet in.” —b.h.s.— “Chakey, Chakey,” called the big sister as she stood in the doorway and looked down the street toward the group of small boys, “Chakey, come in alreaty and eat youseself. Maw she’s on the table and paw he’s half et.” —b.h.s.— A lad at a charity Christmas dinner ate so much that he couldn’t walk. When it was decided that he would have to be carried out he issued the warning: “All right; carry me but don’t bend me.” —b.h.s.— “I low do you like your new home?” “Pretty w'ell.” “Have you called on your neighbors yet?” “No,” replied the newcomer, “But I’m going to if any more of my wood is missing.” 77 A Northern school teacher was visiting in the South, and as she was passing a tumble-down shanty, she heard an old Negress call a child, “Come heah, yo, Exy! Exy!” “That seems like a peculiar name for a child,” said the teacher. “Dat aint her full name,” returned the Negress with pride, “Dats jest de pet name I calls her for short. I picked it out’n a medicine book, dat chile’s name as Eczema.” —b.h.s.— “John,” asked Mary, “What is a synonym?” “A synonym,” replied little Johnny, “Is the word you use when you can’t spell the other one.” —b.h.s.— A lesson in natural history. The subject was the complex subject of the cat. Now children,” asked the teacher, “Tell me what sort of clothes pussy wears?’ No reply. “Come, come! does she wear feathers?” the teacher asked again, hoping to arouse the pupils. “Please, mam,” asked a little tot sitting in the front row, “Aint you never seen a cat?” —b.h.s.— “Do I understand,” said the irate parent, “ That there is some idiotic affair between you and that young fellow?” “Not very much, papa,” replied his daughter, “Only you.” —b.h.s.— “Hey, didn’t I tell you to notice when the glue boiled over?” yelled the carpenter. “Yes, sir, and I did, it was exactly ten o’clock.” —b.h.s.— HO YOU KNOW HER? I’ve been searching everywhere, Until I’m growing skeptic; For a girl whose soul is clean, And still not antiseptic.—Punch Bowl ‘4 J. NIGGEL’S SON SPORTSMAN’S HEADQUARTERS 120 W. Jefferson St. Butler, Penn’a. A meeting place for the Sportsman, Hunter and members of Gun Clubs, and those interested in out-door life. SHOOT WESTERN SHELLS—They’re Hard to Beat GAME AND FISH LAWS OF ALL STATES—FREE H. I. KLINGLER CO. Millers and Distributors ASK YOUR DEALER FOR Pillsbury’s Best Town Crier Larrabee Best Gold Medal Diamond Best If TOWN CRIER FLOUR does not produce the best bread you ever made, return the empty sack and get your money back. Send Your Dry Cleaning to FISHER’S CLEANING WORKS Established 1894 Both Phones A. FISHER, Prop. ♦---------------------------------------------------4 T II :' 5 E N 10 R DA A G N I1 7 Man—Is New York the next stop? Porter—Yes, sah; brush you ofT, sah? Man—No, I’ll get off myself—Banter. —b.h.s.— SOME GIRL! Beautiful One—Will you love me always? Presh—Why, clear, I’ve loved you all the ways I know already!—Burr. —B.H.S.— UM! She (tenderly)—And are mine the o: ly lips you have kissed? He—Yes, and they are the sweetest of all.—Jester. —b.h.s.— “Your son used to be called wilful, 1 believe.” “Yes, but they just call him Will now. —Lord JelT. —b.h.s.— REMINDERS Reporter (breathless) — Heard your cashier’s gone off and left you. Bank President—That’s about all.— Jester. —b.h.s.— Pather (to suitor)—Why, young man, you couldn’t even dress her. Suitor—Zatso! Well, it won’t take me long to learn.—Lord Jeff. —b.h.s.— Teacher—Can you tell me the shape of the world? Pupil—Pop says it’s in a hell of a shape.—Burr. —b.h.s.— Mistress—Oh, dear, my husband just came home in a tantrum. Maid—Never mind, he may get you a better car laier on. —b.h.s.— “So that’s Mrs. Jones, is it? And what was her maiden name?” “Her maiden aim was to get married, of course.”—Gargoyle. —b.h.s.— 1 le—You didn’t know who I was at the game yesterday, did you? She—No, who were you?—Lord Jeff. 79 Yes, they are supposed to be connected with some of the best families in town— by telephone.— Brown Jug. —b.h.s.— Johnnie—Clarice is a perfect thirty-six. Jimmie—How do you know? Johnnie—Oh, I’ve been around her a few times—Juggler. —b.h.s.— She (coyly)—George, you have such affectionate eyes. lie (thrilled)—Dearest, do you really mean it? She (bored)—Yes, they’re always looking at each other.—Virginia Reel. —b.h.s.— “1 hear that Bill has fitted his car with a new siren.” “Yes, and she’s a good looking one, too.”— M ugwu m p. —B.H.S.— She—What do you mean by kissing me? What do you mean? He—Er’er, nothing. She—Then don’t you dare do it again. I won’t have any man kissing me unless he means business.—Jester. —b.h.s.— A BELIEVER IN SIGNS Jake—1 want to have these trousers repaired. Clerk—We do no repair work here. Jake—Why don’t you? You’ve got a sign up saying you do. Clerk—What sign? Jake—We Retail Pants. — Virginia Reel. --B.H.S.- I love to watch a Sophomore crow; He’s like so many “freshies” I know; Who brag and bluster, snort and shout, And beat their manly chests without One little thing No crow about. —b.h.s.— I le—Why do they call Alice, “Third Rail?” Second He—I guess because she can’t be touched —Banter. ORDER The House of Service SHANOR’S PIANOS PLAYERS ICE CREAM VICTROLAS FOR YOUR NEXT PARTY RECORDS MUSIC ROLLS JL Exclusive Victor Dealer Ml W. F. FREDERICK PIANO CO. 159 North Main Street Made by Butler Pure Milk Co. Fine Candies Including REYMERS, JOHNSTONS, NOBILITY The Biggest Clothing Sale ever held in Butler is now in full swing. Place Your Xmas Orders Now A Saving Worth Your While Awaits You Here. M. L. ISRAEL 142 S. Main St. Grohman’s Drug Store ♦----------------------------------------------------------♦ THE S E A 10 R TM AG N E T 81 Fair Co-ed—Were you ever penalized for holding? Football Star—Er—well—I had my face slapped once—Orange Peel. —b.h.s.— She—They say he is one of the landed aristocracy. Another—Yes, he’s been engaged since June.—Widow. —b.h.s.— Miss Bean—My father saw your father steal our gate last night. Miss Bohn—Why didn’t he say something to my old man about it? Miss Bean—Cause he was afraid your father might take offense. — Virginia Reel. —b.h.s.— Soph—I ley, Freshman, telephone! Sleepy Freshman—I ain't expecting no call.— Burr. —b.h.s.— SO RIGHT TO CO MR LA IS From making and selling champagne, A bootlegger would not refragne; He got caught by the cops, So now he makes hops, Attached to a ball and a chagne. —Scalper. He had been fishing, but with bad luck. On his way home he entered a fishmonger’s shop and said to the dealer, “John, stand over there and throw me five of the biggest of those trout!” “Throw ’em? What for?” asked the dealer, in amazement. “1 want to tell the family I caught them. I may be a poor fisherman, but I am no liar. —b.h.s.— BOYHOOD AMBITIONS A messenger boy in the Broadway office of the Postal Telegraph Co. is always reading lurid novels. The manager said to him the other day: “Charles, what is your ambition in life?” “To make all the people tremble when they hear mv name.” —b.h.s.— Small Boy—Don’t you have a jolly time when you travel in the train? Miss Grabber—Why, dear? Small Boy—Well, mamma said you was double-faced, and I’d think it would be fun to be able to look out of two windows at once. Jno. S. Wick Son Men’s Wear STEIN’C “The Store of Satisfaction” We Specialize in LADIES’ ACCESSORIES, CHILDREN’S AND INFANTS’ WEAR 108 N. Main St. Butler, Pa. The Inn Auto Sales Company GASOLINE—OILS TIRES AND ACCESSORIES Cor. Clay and Franklin Sts. Butler, Pa. THE BIG FAMILY — Reblin Stationery Ketterer Bros. Eastman Kodaks Lake Shore Ice Cream Whitmans Candy 224 South Main Street Geo. H. Davy Fine Shoes THE BOYD PHARMACY FOR THE YOUNG MEN Main Diamond St. BUTLER, PA. AND LADIES The W. C. Laderer Co. Chevrolet AUTOMOBILES BOTH PHONES GEO. BOB WICK Peoples 452 Bell 284-J Teacher of Singing Raisley Whiteside Dealers in GROCERIES and GENERAL TWO STUDIOS MERCHANDISE 237 Fifth Ave. 222 N. Main St. 215 New Castle Street Pittsburgh Butler BUTLER, PA. THE SENIOR {MAGNET 83 POSTSCRIPT ♦-----------------——----♦ We hope that all the readers of the Magnet will enjoy it as the Committee has, and as we sum up our opinion, we hope the contributors will be satisfied. 1'here has been a doubt in the mind of the readers as to whether “Out of the Snow” is a Cinderella rehashed or A Poor Little Match Girl or a combination of the two. Judging from “Jack Puts One Over” we have come to the conclusion that Vincent McKee is faster than he looks. We certainly must take our hats off to Pauline Schmoker, who has the honor of beginning our Magnet with “Pro Actore.” She shows originality and her vision of New York is quite vivid to have never seen it. We are sorry that Beth did not marry David sooner, but “Alls well that ends well.” We were given many a thrill while reading “The Tell-Tale Story” by Miriam Greenlee and think everyone will agree that it’s a “Corker.” We are glad to print a true story that tells of the life of a member of our class. The contrast between his life and the life of most of us is almost unbelieveable. In “Romance and Barbara’s Slippers,” we see in Peter Roger a second Silas Marner with slippers substituted for gold. Nevertheless we find a lot of interest in it and think that Peter’s shoe shop is a lovely place for romance to have its beginning. “Just Stumpy” is certainly a well written story. The reader can almost see Stumpy with his little crutch and newspapers. It would be well for us to remember this story as we travel through the highways and byways of life. We think Frances Horwitz has a perfect lover in her story “M. O.” and we can see a striking resemblance between him and Vincent McKee. In “Gwendolyn’s Inheritance” we wonder whose dictionary Dorothy used to find the names of her characters. We certainly enjoyed reading “So Much Good in the Worst of Us,” and think that the lesson in this story would be a good one to practice. Judging from Miss Bishoff’s “Misjudged,” our opinion is that she will make a fine wife for someone if she practices what she preaches. “A Christmas Surprise” is the kind of a story always enjoyed. Santa Claus certainly was kind to Bobbie and if any of you, dear readers, have aunts of this type, be sure to let them read this story. Barnum and Bailey have nothing on us. Ours is the greatest show on earth and can boast of the greatest number of monkeys. We have eight rings with five in each ring and the performance will start about January 20th. To verify these, behold our pictures. Fade away Longfellow and Shakespeare, genius has come, look at our Poet’s Corner. Did you ever read a better one? Certainly not, a better one has not been written. Last but not least comes the Office Dog. Of course you all want to read it. You will find lots of spice in it. With these last comments we will bring our Magnet to a close and hope it finds you as it leaves us, in good health and doing fine. ♦-------------------------------------------« If you are one of Butler’s particular dressers, come here for your next Suit, Overcoat or Hat WM. ROCKENSTEIN 141 S. Main Street BUTLER, PA. The Mardorf Co. 25c Department Store 345-347 S. Main St., Butler, Pa. Come in and look around. We sell ’most everything. 1 Mrs. A. Kummer QUALITY MEATS Peoples 106 Bell 212-W McDOWELL’S Laundry and Dry Cleaning | Peoples 21 Bell 150-W ; 405 South McKean Street Acme Tire Repair Co. 126 East Wayne St. Vulcanizing and Retreading TIRES GASOLINE TUBES OILS ACCESSORIES GREASE Peoples Phone 108 Goodyear and Goodrich Tires ZIMMERMAN’S SPECIALTY STORE Quality and Service Premier Purveyors — OF — Fashionable Elegance ♦ ♦ TII E SENIOR EM A G N E T 81 Fair Co-ed—Were you ever penalized for holding? Football Star—Er—well—I had my face slapped once—Orange Peel. —b.h.s.— She—They say he is one of the landed aristocracy. Another—Yes, he’s been engaged since June.—Widow. —b.h.s.— .Miss Bean—My father saw your father steal our gate last night. Miss Bohn—Why didn’t he say something to my old man about it? Miss Bean—Cause he was afraid your father might take offense. — Virginia Reel. —b.h.s.— Soph—I ley, Freshman, telephone! Sleepy Freshman—1 ain’t expecting no call.—Burr. —b.h.s.— NO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN Prom making and selling champagne, A bootlegger would not refragne; He got caught by the cops, So now he makes hops, Attached to a ball and a chagne. —Scalper. He had been fishing, but with bad luck. On his way home he entered a fishmonger’s shop and said to the dealer, “John, stand over there and throw me five of the biggest of those trout!’’ Throw ’em? What for?” asked the dealer, in amazement. “1 want to tell the family I caught them. I may be a poor fisherman, but I am no liar.” —b.h.s.— BOYHOOD AMBITIONS A messenger boy in the Broadway office of the Postal Telegraph Co. is always reading lurid novels. 1'he manager said to him the other day: “Charles, what is your ambition in life?” To make all the people tremble when they hear my name.” —b.h.s.— Small Boy—Don’t you have a jolly time when you travel in the train? Miss Grabber—Why, dear? Small Boy—Well, mamma said you was double-faced, and I’d think it would be fun to be able to look out of two windows at once. Jno. S. Wick Son CTEIN’C | _ “The Store of Satisfaction” Men’s Wear We Specialize in LADIES’ ACCESSORIES, CHILDREN’S AND INFANTS’ WEAR 108 N. Main St. Butler, Pa. The Inn Auto Sales Company GASOLINE—OILS TIRES AND ACCESSORIES Cor, Clay and Franklin Sts. Butler, Pa. THE BIG FAMILY— Reblin Stationery Eastman Kodaks Lake Shore Ice Cream Whitmans Candy Geo. H. Davy THE BOYD PHARMACY Main Diamond St. BUTLER, PA. Ketterer Bros. 224 South Main Street Fine Shoes FOR THE YOUNG MEN AND LADIES The W. C. Laderer Co. Chevrolet AUTOMOBILES BOTH PHONES GEO. BOB WICK Peoples 452 Bell 284-J Teacher of Singing Raisley Whiteside Dealers in GROCERIES and GENERAL TWO STUDIOS MERCHANDISE 237 Fifth Ave. 222 N. Main St. 215 New Castle Street Pittsburgh Butler BUTLER, PA. THE SEMI OR MAGNET S3 POSTSCRIPT ♦-------------------------♦ We hope that all the readers of the Magnet will enjoy it as the Committee has, and as we sum up our opinion, we hope the contributors will be satisfied. There has been a doubt in the mind of the readers as to whether “Out of the Snow” is a Cinderella rehashed or A Poor Little Match Girl or a combination of the two. Judging from “Jack Puts One Over” we have come to the conclusion that Vincent McKee is faster than he looks. We certainly must take our hats off to Pauline Schmoker, who has the honor of beginning our Magnet with Pro Actore.” She shows originality and her vision of New York is quite vivid to have never seen it. We are sorry that Beth did not marry David sooner, but “Alls well that ends well.” We were given many a thrill while reading “The Tell-dale Story” by Miriam Greenlee and think everyone will agree that it’s a Corker.” We are glad to print a true story that tells of the life of a member of our class. The contrast between his life and the life of most of us is almost unbelieveable. In Romance and Barbara’s Slippers,” we see in Peter Roger a second Silas Marner with slippers substituted for gold. Nevertheless we find a lot of interest in it and think that Peter’s shoe shop is a lovely place for romance to have its beginning. “Just Stumpy” is certainly a well written story. The reader can almost see Stumpy with his little crutch and newspapers. It would be well for us to remember this story as we travel through the highways and byways of life. We think Trances Horwitz has a perfect lover in her story “M. 0.” and we can see a striking resemblance between him and Vincent AlcKee. In “Gwendolyn’s Inheritance” we wonder whose dictionary Dorothy used to find the names of her characters. We certainly enjoyed reading “So Much Good in the Worst of Us,” and think that the lesson in this story would be a good one to practice. Judging from Miss BishofT’s “Misjudged, our opinion is that she will make a fine wife for someone if she practices what she preaches. “A Christmas Surprise” is the kind of a story always enjoyed. Santa Claus certainly was kind to Bobbie and if any of you, dear readers, have aunts of this type, be sure to let them read this story. Barnum and Bailey have nothing on us. Ours is the greatest show on earth and can boast of the greatest number of monkeys. We have eight rings with five in each ring and the performance will start about January 20th. To verify these, behold our pictures. Pade aw’ay Longfellow and Shakespeare, genius has come, look at our Poet’s Corner. Did you ever read a better one? Certainly not, a better one has not been written. Last but not least comes the Office Dog. Of course you all want to read it. You will find lots of spice in it. With these last comments we will bring our Magnet to a close and hope it finds you as it leaves us, in good health and doing fine. -------------------------------------------4 If you are one of Butler’s particular dressers, come here for your next Suit, Overcoat or Hat WM. ROCKENSTEIN 141 S. Main Street BUTLER, PA. The Mardorf Co. 25c Department Store 345-347 S. Main St., Butler, Pa. Come in and look around. We sell ’most everything. Mrs. A. Kummer QUALITY MEATS Peoples 106 Bell 212-W McDOWELL’S Laundry and Dry Cleaning Peoples 21 Bell 150-W 405 South McKean Street Acme Tire Repair Co. 126 East Wayne St. Vulcanizing and Retreading TIRES GASOLINE TUBES OILS ACCESSORIES GREASE Peoples Phone 108 Goodyear and Goodrich Tires ZIMMERMAN’S SPECIALTY STORE Quality and Service Premier Purveyors — OF — Fashionable Elegance ♦ ♦ . !lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll|l||llllllll|ll|l||l[|||||||||||l||||||f||||l|ll||l|ll|ll|ll|lllll|ll|lllll|lt|ll|«. Do Your Buying In Butler ! Butler stores are good stores. They carry well-selected stocks and give good service. Growing business helps the town and a prosperous town makes prosperous citizens. Boost our town by boosting the town’s business. PATRONIZE BUTLER MERCHANTS! THE SOUTH SIDE NATIONAL BANK At the End of the Viaduct Prank E. Troutman, President John E. Allen, Cashier t'Jl I l l l I ■ l l ■ l l l l I l I I B l I I I II l I I I I I I I l I I I I I I l l ill l III l I I I: ! Don’t Go Past SHOWING EVERYTHING U AUTO DROP IN Woolworth’s 5 10 THAT IS NEW IN FINE FOOTWEAR Bickel’s Shoe Store Butler, Pa. Butler Buick Co. Green Young On the Diamond The Home of BUICK SCRIPPS-BOOTH “The Most for the Money” Hart Schaffner Marx Clothes None Better ♦______________________________________________________♦ J'Jl IIII liiltili nil 1111! I I I I III l I I l I I I l I I I 11111111111: HI III III I I II l I v. ♦-------------------------------------------♦ EDUCATE YOURSELF TO WEAR Stein-Bloch Co. Clothes The Finest in the Land. And Styleplus Clothes For the Less Expensive Kind FALL AND WINTER 1920-21 STYLES NOW SHOWING KIRKPATRICK BROS. 134 So. Main St. Butler, Pa. TO STUDENTS OF BUTLER HIGH AND TO ALL READERS OF “THE MAGNET” There has always been one best place in Butler to buy shoes—modern style shoes, athletic shoes, shoes for school and street, for party and dress, for gymnasium or athletic field. Form the habit of coming here first—it pays. 102 N. Main St. HUSELTON’S ♦- No Middies So Good How often have you longed for a flannel middy that kept its shape and color despite long wear? That’s the service GOODY MIDDIES OF KANTIKOY FLANNEL will give you. Kantikoy flannel is all wool and specially shrunk, made exclusively for Good Middies. BOWIE’S Eat BOWIE’S MORRISON’S Yankee Maid Bread Bread, Pies, AND Fine Cakes Cakes and Cookies FRESH EVERY HOUR 112 W. CUNNINGHAM ST. 119 E. Jefferson Street CAMPBELL’S GOOD DUFFY’S STORE FURNITURE 1823 1920 ALFRED A. CAMPBELL DRY GOODS 337-39 South Main St. CARPETS BURTON BROS. Dealers in GROCERIES AND GENERAL MERCHANDISE Corner 4th Ave .and New Castle Sts. H. C. Johnson Son TIRES Kelly Springfield Goodyear AND ACCESSORIES RADIANT FIRE STOVES On the Diamond WE SPECIALIZE ON SCHOOL FOOTWEAR You are Sure to Find the Styles you Like Best Here DOROTHY DODD Shoes for the Young Ladies BOSTONIANS The Popular Shoe for the Young Man C. E. MILLER Buster Quality SHERMAN’S BREAD is Best YOUR GROCER HAS IT INSIST ON GETTING IT THOMPSON BROS. ICE CREAM CO. Manufacturers of Plain and Fancy Ice Cream and Ices “WE HAVE YOUR KIND” Both Phones 400 W. North Street Butler, Pa. A. Troutman’s Sons : A Store that Stands for the Best Ideals of Value Giving And this means the LOWEST PRICES for GOOD, RELIABLE MERCHANDISE—the kind you want, the kind WE ARE PROUD TO SELL YOU. Cheap, poorly made merchandise has no place in this institution. COMPARE-SHOP CLOSELY —then you’ll better understand what TROUTMAN VALUE GIVING really means. As if from the Fount of Ponce de Leon come these I Fashionable Garments of Youth j at the Leader ! | | We have called them “Sweetheart Duds”—and so § | many a college girl has found them delightfully appro-| priate and fashionable that they are buying them un-| hesitatingly. | | Clever Frocks, Coats and Suits for the Charming | = Miss of High School days—Bright trimmings that hold | = the secret to charm and youthfulness—Becoming styles | = that are quite irresistable. | NEW SPRING STYLES ARE ARRIVING DAILY | Pay Us a Visit | I If it’s New the Leader has it First ! | “Exclusive But Not | Expensive” “Exclusive I But Not Expensive” ?� 1 I I I III I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I llllllllllll I IIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Your Future Depends on Your Thrift The world gives all men and women what they ask for. If they are content with a mere living, they will receive that, and no more. On the other hand, if they have a definite plan in life, if they spend wisely and save systematically, they cannot fail to be successful. THE WORLD BELIEVES IN THRIFT A goodly number of prosperous people in this community believe in it also. Are you one of them? If not, determine to practice Thrift during 1921 by taking out a membership in our Christmas Savings Fund. Butler Savings Trust Co. | Butler, Pa. «vs i i ■ i i i i i i i i I i i i i i i i i i i a i i i ■ i i i i i a i i k i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i ? « THE ZIEGLER PR7G. CC., BUTLER, PA. 9 • - - t