Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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T II1: S li MO R eM A G A : 7 Isador Morris Aaron David Carl Abernathy Ruth Harvey Allman Uiy” “Curly Locks Rufus’ James C. Anderson Elizabeth Boyd Atkinson George Alfred Badger ‘‘Jimmie” Skinny” Georgie”

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22 7 II li S E N 10 R £ f A G N E T LIFE OS' TIIE FARM Isadore Aaron Nero: happily sigh for the farm and its peace With its fields and its meadows so broad; For the ducks, and the geese, and the shearing for fleece, And the chickens, and orchard, and sod All the horses and cows, and old Shep by the shed As he watches a rabbit ahead. Yes, it’s oh! for the farm where the air is so fresh, Where there are such broad vistas to see; Where the men are all healthy and solid of flesh, And from gross city cares, are so free. While the clouds do scamper across the sky, blue, Ev’ry morning reveals a world new. Though 1 toil in the fields, when the sun is so hot, Or the team, I do hitch up to plow; hi the mills, in the shops, there to work, I would not Where the men to diseases must bow. Better, Shep and I go to the meadow with sheep. While the sun o’er the heavens does creep. At my work in the fields, there I sweat and toil. In the spring, I do plow and plant seeds. Then I anxiously watch the plants spring from the soil. And I grimly do battle with weeds, ’Round potatoes, and corn, and the beans, use. a hoe. Which I steadily use in each row. At the end of the summer, the harvest does come, And I take all my grain from the field When the grain is all threshed and much more work is done, I do estimate the seasons yield. Then I go to some fields, and 1 gather the hay For my cattle and horses, forray. Then my bins are all loaded with plenty of grain, And the mows are all loaded with hay. For my sweat and my toil, all of this is my gain. With all thanks to the good God, I pray. Then our pleasures begin, and from labor we rest, To the dances and corn-roasts, we go, In the winter, on sleighs, o’er the earth’s snowy crest Ride o’er hills and down valleys below. We all sit 'round the hearth, on a holiday eve. We munch sweetmeats, and such stories weave. And now what do the crowded cities offer to youf To the woods on a Sunday, we go. In the morn, we go out and see flow’rs kissed with dew Then to orchards, where all fruit does grow. In the ev’ning, the cows from the pasture are called And the sunset holds us all enthralled. Then the farm is for me, with its bounty so free. All the fresh eggs and milk that I wish. May the good God in Heav’n look down on us and see That none on the farm may perish. And pray to the Lord to keep us all from harm. And bless all that do live on the farm.

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24 T H E SENIOR £ { A G N E T Ida Ruth Berry NV illiam F. Bernlohr Daniel Biedenbach “Riitbie Billie” Dan Catherine E. Billman Margaret G. Birchbickler Gqnzaga Alpha Brehm Kate Peg Alpha Dorothy Irene Bvers Willis Albert Bryan 1 ora Christianson Dot Will Tory