Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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.

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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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T HF SENIOR MAGNET A tomahavk, all bright and new, He gripped within his strong, lean hand, And at the heart did swiftly hew, And of the heart did part each strand. The dragon rolled in agony. Its vitals pained so fearfully. Wings of the Morning did hew on, Until it motionless, did lie. Sunbeams did lightly fall upon Dead eyes that looked and saw no sky. Then Wings of the Morning left the dead Green carcass that stained the whole peak red. To the Kenai, he went down To tell them all that they were free. While from the air, with jeweled crown. Did Aristawa go to see That Satenawi now was dead, In a lake of his life-blood red .45 Aristawa went before, Wings of the Morning followed him. In Satenawi’s flooded gore, That flowed with unabated vim, The Sun God wrote, that the tribe was free From sacrifice and misery. ----------b.h.s.-------- SCHOOL DA YS Beautiful, Happy school days! Shall we forever depart? To take up our share of the world’s work. And each on his journey start. Our trials and joys will go with us, If we keep in the one right way Not only duty and toil we’ll find, But joy, which forever will stay. We’ll build for our future, as time hurries past,-A blessing that will follow life’s way. That is the future for you and for me, Which we choose in our happy schooldays. How we treasure the last moments of this Beautiful summer of school-days, How sadly we think of parting, from this Beautiful summer of school-days. Sweet and sad is the parting, .45 we start on the varied road. For we are the travelers on the journey of life Each bearing his separate load.