Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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THE SENIOR EM A G N E T II You can imagine their greeting and their conversation. I didn’t hear what they said and I’m not old enough to manufacture a conversation for them—I haven’t had the experience. Needless to say, however, they decided to leave that desolate spot and they both climbed into the machine and sailed away. They had traveled about sixty miles when Jimmie lost control of the machine. It began to fall. They came nearer and nearer to the hard earth, or no, not the earth, a lake. They were about ten feet from the water and—I woke up deciding not to eat any more midnight luncheons. -B.H.S.- A DREAM Gertrude Guttormsen I dreamed that Butler had gone thru a change. And everything there was new and strange! I wonder if dreams come true. That everyone in the class had passed, And flunking subjects were a thing of the past, And we won the championship at last, I wonder if dreams come true. I dreamed that Dot flyers wouldn't talk any more That Ellen worked problems and hollered for more; I wonder if dreams come true. That when Bernlohr made a basket, there were no fans to cheer That class dues were paid quite promptly each year, That Bernard was as big as he’d like to appear, I wonder if dreams come true. That Miss Purvis no longer with problems could cope, That down in the gym there was plenty of soap; I wonder if dreams come true, That the Basket Ball trips now lasted two days, And the Magnet Staff was showered with praise. And when I awoke, I was in a dale, I wonder if dreams come true. TO THE CLASS OF UNE, ’22 Thelma Cooper ’24 Farewell, Senior Class, We bid you sad adieu, And whatsoever comes to pass, We hope Fate will smile on you. Out into the world you’ll go; With many a smile and tear, And tbo’ through many a hard place you'll row, We hope your path may be clear. Soon we will be in your place And we will not envy you. In the world of many a race. We hope Success will carry you through. So these last words we give to you, May you remember them'. Be always courteous, kind and true, Whene’er you fail, begin again. —b.h.s.— A TOAST Elizabeth A. Mulhclland Here’s to the Seniors of ’22 Here’s to the vim in all they do. Here’s to their teachers, who with helping grace Helped them to win in their long run race. And here’s to Miss Houston, the best of sports, Who’s helped us out of trouble of all kinds and sorts Here’s to her kind, so unfortunately few May they smile just as brightly, and remain ever as true.

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10 THE SENIOR iMAGNET CHAPTER 111. Peggy, who was living in Canada for the summer had taken up aviation as a sport. She intended, if the chance presented itself, to do her bit by means of her airplane. In order to test her endurance, she sometimes made long distance flights, remaining in the air for twenty-four hours at a time. She waited impatiently for the war to end so that Jimmie would return to her. for had she not promised him that she would be his wife just before he left for camp? CHAPTER IV. On July 5, one of the tanks was hit by a shell and exploded. The force of the explosion jarred the other tanks and they too, blew up, the aerial torpedoes were released, the gas balloons got away from their bearings, and the whole earth shook. The gas, much heavier than air, was carried bv a strong wind over all of Europe. Everywhere the people disappeared. iMen and women at one end of a street would look up and see everything living disappear, as in a wave, and finally they, too, would go. Within twelve hours after the first explosion, not a living thing was to be found in Europe, Asia, or Africa. I'he aerial bombs, strange machines having their own small motors and wings, were sent spinning skyward. They dropped all over the earth. Islands were visited by them and in a few minutes were minus all the inhabitants. In America, the quivering of the earth at the time of the explosion caused much excitement. The wireless was busy sending calls to Europe, but received no answer. It was all strange and uncanny. An air bomb fell in the United States. The people for miles around were killed. Another fell in the vicinity of one of the storage tanks. The result was the same as it had been in Europe. Everyone in North and South America was killed, or at least it looked like it. The people who lived on the islands were killed, either by the gas being carried by the wind or by air bombs or floating mines. Jimmie, who was now working on, and had just about completed a gas mask, heard and understood the explosion. He put on the gas mask or rather gas suit which he had just finished, and went to warn the people. But he was too late. Everyone had disappeared. No one answered to his calls. Poor Jimmie, alone on the earth, didn’t know what to do. He was the cause of it all—and he alone survived it. CHAPTER V. At noon, July fifth, Peggy went up in her airplane for one of her endurance flights—she remained in the air for thirty-six hours. When she came down, she was completely awestricken. There was not a living person, animal or bird to be seen. Where had they gone? Instead of staying there alone, she did the logical thing. She got into her airplane and started home. When Peggy reached home, she found conditions the same as they had been in Canada. She was terribly worried now and decided to hunt up Jimmie. She knew where the chemical laboratories were and headed in that direction. Jimmie heard the machine as it landed and he was so overjoyed to think that there was another human being near that he rushed out and collided with Peggy, who was coming towards the door.

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12 7 H E SENIOR £M A G N E T “FILIBUSTERING” Elizabeth Mulholland HOUGH a knight of that illustrious calling, a newspaper reporter, the word “filibustering” had never found its way into the vocabulary of Tom Ward. He had a somewhat hazy conception of the meaning of the word but could not have formed a verbal definition for it. This was the reason why his friend, Martin Holt, happening in upon him one nice June evening, found him pondering over an open “unabridged.” ‘Found a new indoor sport, old boy? inquired Holt as he comfortably settled himself in a big easy chair. “Why I thought you knew Webster verbatim.” But Ward did not answer this banter with his usual quick retort and Holt noticed that he had a preoccupied air about him. At length Tom answered. “I’m really serious for once, Mart. Perhaps you can help me out some. Just what does the word “filibustering” convey to your mind? And Tom shot a curious glance at Holt. Holt got up from his chair and after walking about the room and unconsciously examining the pictures on the walls, he answered, “To tell you the truth, Tom. I’ve never heard the word used in conversation; but 1 must have read something about it because it brings to my minu a picture of some greasy Mexicans or Spaniards shooting up a town. But why the commotion about it?” “Just my thoughts” and a few of the wrinkles, which felt ill at ease on Tom’s forehead, were glad to flee. “You must read Davis' and 01 lenrv’s short stories, too, for I think that’s where 1 got my idea of the word. Listen! the dictionary gives it as: “A lawless military adventure; a pirate.” “Now I ask you—can you imagine Thomas Finnigan Ward, cub reporter for the New York Times, and son of the late John Ward, prominent banker, as a filibuster? Why, man alive, I thought they all lived in Cuba and carried picks and shovels, and here Tom doubled up with peals of convulsed laughter. A close observer would have noticed a momentary, but only momentary, twitching about the corners of Holt's mouth and then he drew himself up with affected coldness and when Tom’s hilarity was somewhat abated, he broke in, “I beg your pardon if I’ve broken in on a secret—of course you don’t have to explain your own private little mystery unless you want to.” “Aw come down off the horse!” chuckled Tom as he pushed a sheet of paper toward the other. “Read that.” and Tom took it eagerly and read: Mr. Ward Sir: Your perhaps well meant filibustering in other peoples’ business is altogether unappreciated and unwanted. I’m perfectly able to look after the interests of my own servants and consider your advances as an interference in my personal affairs. Kindly comply with these statements and save trouble. Sincerely, Deborah Fielding Mart’s face wore a puzzled expression and he asked in an astonished tone,