Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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-

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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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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-