Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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the senior {magnet 19 SOLDIER or FRANCE Died in the Battle of Chateau Theirry July 1918 It was in the year 1921, that the unkown dead of France was buried. It was the body of Jacques that they buried. Everyone in France paid homage to him. Wouldn't the town of l.a Quierre and his uncle be proud if they only knew who the unknown dead was? Would you call Jacques a laggard? ----b.h.s.----- WHEN THE LIGHTS WENT OUT Dorothy Byers O I remember? Well, I guess I do. You see it was this way. On a Saturday, sometime in the month of March, there was a total eclipse of the electric light bulbs around our end of town. How it came about no one knows; but some people are of the opinion that the watch man at the power house become so interested reading the locals in the Magnet that he neglected his duty and forgot to put in the plug that furnishes the piece for the light. At six o’clock this famous night our family had just finished our evening repast, and my kid brother and I were drawing cuts to determine which should wash or dry the dishes. Just as we were ready to draw the eclipse occurred. As fate would have it, we did not have a single gas light in tie house, so remembering that I had seen a couple of little candles in an adjoini.tg room, I started in search of them. Very timidly at first, for it was pitch dark, then I tripped on the edge of a rug and fell forward, cracking my head at the same time on a chair leg, at which incident I saw several stars, among them Mars and Jupiter. Regaining an upright position and rubbing the lump on the side of my head which had grown to the size of a lemon, I started forward in the quest of the candles. I progressed splendidly for a few paces when. Crash! Bang! Splash! Good night! I had come in contact with a small stand on which a large bowl of gold fish had been sitting. If I remember rightly there were eight fish in that bowl; but the first thing my hand grasped was a scaley, slippery fish. Lgh! I dropped it. Poor Fish! By this time I had completely lost all track of direction and hardly knew where to turn. But I must have those candles; so, encouraged by this thought, 1 took a big step forward and ran straight into the wall. My nose suffered a severe shock by this collision. Had my nose been a little shorter I might not have noticed the shock so much. Finally after another heroic attempt, I succeeded in getting to the china cupboard where I had seen the candles. After breaking several cups and a number of glasses. I found the candles. I hese two little candles furnished us a guiding light for nearly two hours, when to everybody’s surprise the electric came on again. I resolved then and there always to carry a candle with me in case, such a need should arise again.

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18 7 ■ E SENIOR £M AG N I- T Back about a mile from the firing line was a dense woods. It was here that Jacques dismounted for the day. He gave his horse a crack so that it run away and he could hide more safely. He hid in some dense foliage and began making plans to get through the enemy’s line that night. It was well on towards sunset when Jacques heard footsteps coming towards him. He kept as quiet as possible and the soldier passed within a foot of him without touching him. The soldier met another one near where Jacques was hiding. They spoke in German, but he could understand them. “I searched my section and there wasn’t a sign of him,” said one. ”1 didn’t find him, either,” said the second, “but we must go back and report now.” Jacques surmised that they were hunting for him, and thanked God that he had such a place to hide in. ‘Wait until I light a cigarette, said the first. “We sure are going to surprise them beggars next Monday when we attack, ain’t we? “Another plan,” said Jacques to himself, “I must get through the enemy’s lines tonight to warn my company of the attack, or die.” At midnight, Jacques started out on his hazardous trip. He got through the back trenches safely and didn’t encounter any one until he was out on no-man’s land. Here he was spied by the outpost. He thought that he might be able to fake an excuse bv telling the guard that he was on a scouting expedition to the enemy’s land. (He still had on his German uniform) The guard was going to let him pass when he saw the insignia of the enemy’s troops around his neck. He muttered a curse, drew his gun and was about to shoot when a shot rang out in the darkness. The guard dropped dead instantly without a cry. Jacques had shot him first. Immediately there was a confusion on both sides of “no-man’s land. Jacques dropped on his stomach, for in the next instant a star shell burst, lighting the heaven as if it was daylight. Searching parties were sent out to investigate the shot. Luckily, Jacques was fleet enough to cover the distance he had to go in a few seconds. He had little trouble getting through the outpost guard of his regiment. I le was greeted by his companions who asked him all kinds of questions. The next day, he reported the plans of the enemy to the general. As a reward for this gallant service, he was promoted to captain and shifted to the front on which the Americans were now fighting. He learned afterwards that his timely warning saved the army from a great defeat. Jacques was in his dug-out reading a letter from home when a subordinate came to him and said that he was wanted at headquarters. He reported and was told that the section that he was commanding was to attack at daybreak the next day. The general explained to him that this was going to be a joint attack. That is the whole line was going to attack at once. It was one supreme effort to crush the German power. At daybreak the next day the army attacked. Jacques’ section fought bravely, but alas! a shell burst near him and he was killed. In the midst of the fury he died unnoticed. His identification was lost. After the battle, the dead were gathered together and buried. On a little white cross, that stood erect over Jacques’ grave was the inscription:

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20 7 H F S F N 10 R (M .4 G N F 7 AN INDIAN LEGEND Isadore Aaron 'Twas many hundred years ago. Before the kicked white man came, There lived among the buffalo And all the other prairie game, The Kenai’ tribe that made their stand Against the terror of their land Now, Aristawa, the Sun God, Demanded sacrifice by year, Ten youths and maidens at his nod Were sent to die, like stricken deer. To be prepared for a great feast, When the sun rose from out the east. But Aristawa was afraid Of Satenawi, monster great. So to the tribe, the Sun God said, After a long and fierce debate, “ Your quota to cancel? I will If you will Satenawi kill. Then, Winged Arrow was their chief, And he was eighty summers old. He was as silent as a leaf That falls to earth when comes the cold He was a wrinkled, wise, old sage; Could keep the peace, or fierce war wage. And Winged Arrow had a son, Wings of The Morning, was his name, He, many valiant deeds had done, And through the land, had achieved fame. The bear, he’d gone to hunt for some, And to his tribe, had not yet come. A counsel ’round the fire was held, And Kenais wisest all were there. Although the fight they all repelled, They must their answer, now prepare, Spoke Winged Arrow long to them; Their cowardice, he did condemn. Are all of ye afraid to go To Satenawi, him to kill? Although I’m old, I will him throw From yonder cliff into this rill. While with them. Winged Arrow strived, Wings of the Morning, then arrived. To Wings of the Morning, the chief said: My Son, our freedom is at stake. Though many of our young men are dead By sacrifices that we make; Thou, with thine agile strength, must fight. Kill Satenawi, by thy might. For Aristawa said to me, If Kenai, Satenawi, kill; From sacrifice, will you free, And the dead young, to you I will Send full of life. And the sou said, I will fight or be brought home dead.” So Wings of the Morning did prepare, The monster, Satenawi, to fight. With all his weapons, he did fare Up to the cliff on yonder height; To fight, and set his people free From sacrifice and misery. As Wings of the Morning neared the height. He heard some low, nerve-racking roars, He saw, on the cliff, a fearful sight, A monster, standing on all fours; A dragon with a serpent’s head, And glared white eyes, as from the dead. It exhaled smoke, vomitted flame, Had thick scales of an ugly green. Its throat and body were the same, Armed with spikes like knife edges keen. It charged, its red jaws open wide, With green oo e dripping at the side. Wings of the Morning waited by A rock, and saw its long black claws. When Satenawi did come nigh. He leaped within its blood red jaws. He, with a large spear, at his side, Forced the monster’s jaws, wide open, wide.