Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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

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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.”

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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-