f • 'I r • Jib .. SIT . i r .'■ £%L t ' ’ L'. y y+yrf+ C ' - ►V • mlV, ' t Pal • DEDICATION....................................... 2 LITERARY: “Sandy”—Paul A. Duncan........................ 5 “At the Swimming Hole in Winter”—John Byers... 7 “The Swindle”—Esther McChesney............... 8 “Freshmen”—Ray Vaughn, ’23.................... 9 “Jimmy Diegan”—George E. Koerner..............10 “Leaving”—Sara Lee Spero.................... 11 “Don’t Give Up the Ship”—Floyd Yoke...........11 “Almost a Romance”—Margaret Beserock..........12 “Life”—Floyd Yohe.............................13 “His Choice”—Carl McMurray....................14 “The Artist”—Elizabeth Neill..................16 “Billy Evens the Score”—Helen Hindman.........18 “Our Canoe”—John Byers........................19 “Maybe Right is Might”—John Byers.............20 “What Say Ye To It?”—“Ted” Kottraba...........20 HISTORY—Harold Sandbach ..........................21 PROPHECY—Nancy Claire Miller.....................23 CLASS WRITE-UPS..................................24 PAGE OF DEDICATION TO RICHARD ENSMINGER...........42 EDITORIAL: “Are You Satisfied?”..........................44 “Should We Have an Honor System?”.............45 “J. D.’s Philosophy”..........................45 “Don’t Be Foolish”............................46 “The Dangerous Curve”.........................46 “To the Faculty”..............................46 CLASS DOINGS ....................................47 ATHLETICS ........................................50 AD EDITORIAL AND SQUIRREL CAGE...................53 ... . MARY C. O’BRIEN e Butler Senior High School synonym for Celtic wjt and humor, the stern but sympathetic COUNSELOR WHO OFT HAS SET OUR WAYWARD PATHS ARIGHT, THE IMPELLING INSTRUCTOR WHO BADE OUR FICKLE MINDS TO THINK, AND THE FRIEND WHOSE SHRINE IS SET UP IN MEMORY’S IMPERISHABLE ABODE, WE, THE SENIOR CLASS, OF January, 1923, hereby dedicate this volume. tiie senior magnet b Paul A. Duncan An eager hark greeted Bob I raynor as he stepped off his porch, gun in hand, and an expectant look in his eyes. I iis glance quickly left the study of the sky and came back to the dog leaping about in great leaps and fawning about him. “Sandy, he said, “What do you think of it this year, think we will have any luck? Sandy, on hearing his name called, was all attention. His appearance was nothing to arouse anyone’s curiosity until one looked into Sandy’s eyes. A soft dog-like look was there; but yet he would look back at one with a firm, proud look of a dog who knows no fear. His ears were short, his muzzle long, and his long wiry body gave the impression of great endurance rather than strength. His ancestry was not known, but it did not seem to make much difference to Bob, who always had a string of registered dogs. Bob had found him one day, a fence rail lying across his back, and a tin can tied on his tail. The dog had never made a sound and Bob, knowing what pain he must have been in, marveled at the little dog’s grit. “You certainly have sand, little fellow, he said, and a thought struck him, he would try something new'. He would take the little dog and give him the best training he could get and see how he would compare with his high priced dogs. So, Sandy came to live in a real dog’s paradise. As the rest of the dogs were all bird dogs, he was trained to be a rabbit dog. Every year the sportsmen of one of the western states had a roundup of hunters and dogs, and chief ft THE SENIOR ai AGN E T among the events was the hare chase. Boh had never entered before because he always was grooming his dogs for the bird chase. This year when his champion dog counted a certainty to win, he turned his attention to Sandy. In the two years Sandy had spent with Bob, he had learned much, and now it seemed to him that something unusual was going to happen. For two weeks Bob had taken him to the field and seemed to be satisfied with nothing short of super-dog efforts. His sportsman’s blood was thrilled at the dog’s effort to please him and he in turn gave him all the help he could. At the dog’s eager bark, his eyes twinkled and he spoke to the dog as one might speak to a child. ‘‘Not had enough of it yet, old fellow? Well, this is where you get your test.” He stepped into his buckboard and calling the dog up beside him left the ranch. In about an hour’s time they arrived at the roundup. What happened in the next hour was somewhat trying on Sandy’s nerve. He was led here and there and many were the laughs that were made at his expense. Finally he was led up to a long field and there, in a position to go, he awaited his master’s command. “Go, Sandy!” was all he needed, and he was off like the wind. The place was full of trails, but they were mostly old and Sandy passed them up. In a few minutes he had struck a trail and the chase was on. His opponent, a wellmuscled dog, took up his cry, but quickly dropped it on examining the trail. But Sandy, erring for the first time in his life, had to be called off the trail. The other dog had by this time found the trail and by a smooth example of hare running had brought the hare into view and scored the first win. Another hare was let loose and the chase was on again. All this time the clouds had been gathering, and all except the real sportsmen left the field. Sud- denly the storm broke, but the judges, wishing to end the day’s work and make their decision, ordered the race to be continued. And this is where Sandy showed his real worth. The thunder bellowed and lightning flashed straight in the faces of those who were following. The large dog “King,” had to be led out from behind his master and set upon the trail; but at every opportunity, he crept back to his handler’s side and would not be put on the chase. Sandy after giving his master one appealing look, started off with the command to go; but at the next loud crash stopped; he again received the command, and like a soldier at battle, he began his double fight. First to keep that trail and then to fight those natural dog fears which come with a storm. Finally, when the judges had about decided to call off the race and award the prize to one of the dogs that had run earlier in the day, Sandy struck the warm trail. Off he started, but at the next flash, a tree was struck and a large limb was sent down to the ground at Sandy. A branch struck his leg and he was knocked almost senseless, but he seemed to hear the command “Go!” Gamely he started, and without a cry of protest, dragging his rear legs behind him he came to the hole in which the hare was hid. His feeble bark of holed, was answered by a shout of the judges, who had lost sight of him for the moment. Many were the exclamations of wonder and praise when they saw how he had covered the last thirty feet. In the mind of the judges there was now no doubt as to which dog of the day had run the best race. But to Bob, there was but one matter of importance, and that was not the prize but Sandy himself. He gathered him up in his arms and Sandy with his wonderful grit made no whimper, but just a questioning look in his eyes as he was bandaged tight and placed on a velvet cushion. i THE SENIOR LMAGNET 7 That night when a silver cup was placed in his hand, Bob thought only of what Sandy had gone through for him. and. like Sandy, he remained silent to the cries for speech, and said that he would let the surgeon speak for him. “He’ll make it,’’ came the unexpected answer, and at the words a look of pride and love for his dog came into Bob’s eyes. And he, as Sandy would have done, looked the judges straight in the face and said not a word, but they all understood, and with many a backward look, they left him alone, with a man’s best friend, his dog. ------------b.h.s.------------ THOUGHTS AT THE SWIMMING HOLE IN THE WINTER John Byers I look a funity notion; 'twas on a winter day, To bike down to the swimmin bole, at least a mile away; The snow was to my ankles, tbe wind was rather chill, But heedless of impediments, I started o’er the hill. And finally I got there, although ’twas quite a task, To find the creek unfrozen; no shield from wintry blast; Snow was to the streamlet’s edge and met a fringe of ice, The cool rippling water—as yet did not entice. I strolled o’er the snowy beach, where we were wont to lay, In the damp and cooling sand, on a hot summer day; These very feet, leaving an impress, now warmly shod. That dripping cooling water, the selfsame beach had trod. While thus in rumination, a sudden thought escapes, And ’minds me of the time we played Tartan of the Apes. We climbed o’er the cotton woods, and naked, ’twas a trick, To swing from bending branches, then drop into the creek. And this thought brought up others, to mem’ry no less dear, Of this most cherished place, and times that we spent here. One time in particular, spent in yon rippling pool, Was, if I remember right, a day that we had school. We swam, and dived, and dashed in spray the sparkling waters; Now on the top, now underneath, like playful otters; fust three of us together, and so that we could stay, We’d packed and brought our dinners, to swim the entire day. Then when we tired of swimming, we explored up the stream, Or sprawled out in the sand to catch the sun's burning gleam; And as the sun was waning we, feaful, homeward ran, In dread of folks suspicions on seeing such a tan. And when a friendly hand would slap on shoulders burnt and sore, Then were we being meted out reward in ample store. And were it not for pranks like these all life would be a bore; Eor not dislike of the teacher, or hatred for the book; ’Tis the spirit of adventure that prompts us to play book. 8 THE SENIOR [MAGNET THE SWINDLE Esther McChesney I he last “All Aboard!” rang out, the gangplank was lowered, and at last the “Olympia” began her journey to France. It seemed that every one on board had someone on the shore waving good-bye. But if you had looked closer you would have seen a young man leaning on the rail, looking into the water below. Had he no friends? we may ask. If he had they would not be here, for he had left in secret, and we may as well say, in disguise. Ted Barlon was an employee for a large manufacturing company located in the United States, but also had an office in Paris, France. The company had become suspicious of the man they had sent to take charge of the office several years before and had decided to send Barlon to investigate. The company had hoped for large returns, including cash and many contracts. Although they had received some of both, they were not satisfied. O’Connor, the man now in charge, did not know Barlon and this the company thought would be a good thing. Barlon was to pose as a prospective buyer and also to have many wealthy friends, whom he might interest in the products. After the boat had landed and Barlon had taken up his residence at one of the well known hotels, he began to make plans how he could manage to meet O’Connor. But Fate helped him there. During the day Barlon had hired a horse and gone riding outside the city. A galloping horse passed him but without a rider. Barlon got curious and rode in the direction in which the horse had come. He had not gone far when he met a young lady in riding habit, evidently the owner of the horse, coming limping along the road. I le got off his horse and offered it to the stranger. She hesitated, then told him that her horse had become frightened and thrown her from the saddle. She accepted the horse, but not before telling him her name and inviting him to her home the following eve. Barlon also told her his name and that he was a stranger in Paris. The next evening found Barlon ascending the steps of the Delaney home. He was ushered into the reception room, where he found other callers besides himself. He was introduced and was surprised when presented to Mr. Clarence O’Connor. So, this was how he spent his time, in company with the rich, instead of looking for customers. During the evening O’Connor and Barlon were some way thrown together and a conversation sprang up between them. Before they had parted O’Connor was made to believe he had a wealthy customer and one from whom he could get a little extra money, too. For this was how he was making money. Whenever O’Connor met with a man of wealth he sold him some of the company’s products, then instead of sending in all the amount, he retained a certain amount for himself, then sent the rest in to the company. But of course the buyer was cheated out of some of his goods, too, but O’Connor had a very good way of getting around them that they soon forgot or at least pretended to forget. Barlon became a regular caller at the Delaney home, but he always found O’Connor there. Barlon had begun to see through O’Connor’s scheme and already had evidence against him which he had sent to the company. In the meantime he began to wonder if Mignon Delaney could be helping O’Connor, and although he tried not to let himself believe it, she was in a position to do so. THE SENIOR {MAGNET 9 She was rich, beautiful, and talented, and men were glad to be invited to her home. And by having O’Connor there, she introduced him to all the wealthy people and swindled both them and the company. Barlon had been in France about six months when the crisis came. A buyer who was not so easily put off at not receiving all his goods, as some of the others had been, came to O’Connor’s office and stormed. Barlon was in the waiting room and heard the conversation. O’Connor tried to hush him up for he saw his ruin should this man tell the truth. But the Frenchman was not to be quieted, lie left the office in a rage but was confronted by Barlon, who, after telling him who he was, asked him his trouble. The Frenchman told Barlon how he had paid O’Connor about $5,000 and in turn had received only about $3,000 worth of material. Barlon asked him if he would appear as a witness against O'Connor. The Frenchman said he would and that he thought he could get several others. Barlon wired the company his report and the following day O’Connor received a wire that he was dismissed and to come to the United States at once to face charges of defrauding the company. That evening when Barlon visited the Delaney home, he was both surprised and glad to find himself the only caller. For Barlon had faced himself with the confession that he loved Mignon Delaney. But should she be an accomplice of O’Connor’s, he must forget her; but he had decided to learn the truth this evening. As he told her of the dismissal of O’Connor, Fed watched the expression on her face, and was glad to see it was of surprise and not fear. She then told him how her father had invested his money through O’Connor also and it was found that he had been swindled out of about $10,000. A wire the next day from the company told Barlon of his promotion and that he would have charge of the office in France. Just two weeks later the company received a wire from Barlon announcing his marriage with Mignon Delaney. ■B.H.S.------------ ERESHMEN Ray Vaughn, '23 A ship once bravely sailed away, To breast the stormy sea; The recollections of that day, Are clear to you and me. A human cargo trod those planks, As pirates did of old; While hope unbounded filled their ranks, And brightened every hold. SOPHOMORES A trying year has made its trip, The prow still cleaves each billow; And he who never manned his ship, Now seeks some downy pillow; But there’s no rest for him who shirks, His course won't lead to fame; The sea is calm for him who works, And he may stake his claim. JUNIORS The mammoth waves have ceased to roll, No shipwreck or collision Has marred the trip. And on the ship. There’s energies, still fresher hopes, Surge thru each longing soup While every hand bends to the ropes, To reach the aimed-for goal. SENIORS The caravel now touches port, A joyous shout arises; The crew, departing have a sort Of Earewell Exercises. The world now stands in finest dress, They made the course aright. The ship they sailed called ‘73. II. S.” Sailed seas of “Gold and White.” 10 THE SENIOR [MAG N E T JIMMY DIEGAN George E. Koerner Aw, Mother, I know that ol’ Mazurky now, aint 1 practiced long ’nufT?” Mazurka and haven't,” she corrected mechanically. Oh, was that the Mazurka you were playing? I thought you were practicing the scales. No you still have three-quarters of an hour to practice.” With which unfeeling remarks his mother left the room saying something about seeing if baby was awake, lie looked after her aggrievedly. Mothers never did understand a fellow. When all outdoors was calling for him to come and renew last year’s acquaintances, mother made him stay in to practice. None of the other “fellers had to to it. lie picked up his violin rebel-liously and played a fewf half-hearted notes. His eyes strayed wistfully to the window. His hands just itched to feel the thud of a baseball and the healthy swing of a bat. What a “grand an’ glorious feeling” it was to feel the sting of the bat when you hit the ball squarely “in the nose! He closed his eyes reminiscently and once more left the memorable game of the last of the season, when he saved the day for the Tigers by a bitter “homer” in the ninth with bases full. Just then his mother’s voice interrupted his mental cogitations. “It’s such a nice day that after you’ve finished practicing you can take Buddy out in the coach.” He listened in horrified amazement. This was adding insult to injury! His violin crashed to the floor, and not stopping to pick it up he ran to his mother, desperately determined. 1 le would not take that kid out if they paid him. Why all the fellows “guyed” him now for taking music lessons, and he’d never hear the last of it if they saw him pushing a baby coach. He'd be “darned” if he would! But against his mother’s impenetrable calm nothing prevailed. A few minutes later he was wheeling the coach in direction of the square. He glanced furtively around. None of the “bunch” was in sight. Breathing easier, he settled himself to his thoughts. This was the last straw, he ruminated. He was going to run away. Nobody understood him here, so he was going somewhere where he could be his own boss. As his self-pity deepened, he considered the thoughts of suicide. He saw himself lying “cold and dead” (an expression he had learned in school) in a coffin banked with flowers labeled “To Jimmie” and Our Pal.” He would be smiling slightly but proudly, as if above such pretty things as music lessons and baby brothers. The fellers would come in and see him “laid out” and would gaze awe-stricken with wonder and admiration. The “fellers” would try and bribe Hannah, the cook, to let them see the room and the gas-jet he had turned on. Hannah would tearfully show them his quarter bank which he had emptied into the gas meter. (He’d taken no chances on not having enough gas.) Then his Sunday school teacher would come in and gaze sadly at his remains. She w'ould weep with mother and tell her how nearly always he was interested in his lesson and made such original remarks. (To him she called them sinful, heathenish ignorance.) Then “Chardy” Doyle would come in sobbing. (At this moment his emotion nearly got the better of him.) She would perhaps feel sorry that she had refused to go to the party with him next Saturday night. (Oh, but before he did away with himself he must “spoil the face” of that Watson THE SENIOR MAGNET snob. The sissy with his girlish ways; he’d show him if he cut in on his girl! At this moment he collided with something. He regretfully called back his wondering thoughts and gazed negligently at the obstacle. The next moment he wished that the earth would open and swallow him up, for what should his eyes encounter but the angry and indignant countenances of “Chardy” and her friend Ruth. He blushed and stammered and hastily apologized. Noses-in-the-air they flounced past him, scornfully commenting on the clumsiness of a certain boy. To make matters worse, he saw the “bunch” rounding the corner. With set face and eyes straight ahead he pushed steadily on, not heeding the derisive yells and cat-calls which followed him. 1 le mentally noted the most offensive and vowed that the town around here would witness a little excitement in the near future. He then concluded wearily to return to his suicidal reflections. On a second thought he decided that turning on the gas would be too tame a way of making his demise. But before another plan was formulated he discovered he had reached home. His mother was looking for him and caused his heart to bound cheerfully by telling him that a plate of fresh doughnuts was awaiting him in the pantry. He made a dash for the pantry deciding to postpone his death until after he had made a closer acquaintance with those particular doughnuts. In taking Buddy out in the coach she decided to overlook his many other faults. B.H.S. LEA VING Saha Lee Spero We’re glad that we’re leavin, Ami happy to he free; From school’s relenting bondage, And teachers stern decree. Blit in long and lonely years, When we sit and ponder well; We’ll find that there’s regret, When we give that sad farewell. And though we smile and happy are, Our tears kept firmly hack; We feel that after all we leave, There’s something we well lack. For there’s pain in the parting, And to be free is sorrow; For from our childhood friends, We will be free tomorrow. So a sad farewell for all ’t’will be, And all will feel the pain; When ere we will leave, this grand old school, To ne’er come back again. DON’T GIVE UP THE SHIP! Floyd Yohe Don’t give up the ship, boys! Don’t give up the ship; We’ve weathered many a storm—boys! We’ve got to make this trip. The waves may break upon deck. And winds may tear the sail; But the ship will never be a wreck, And her crew will never fail. So put your oilskins on—My boys, And come up on the deck. The ship has weathered many a gale, But she must be held in check. Swing to it with a will, boys, Thats how we’ll get her in; For we can’t shirk the job, boys, If our goal we expect to win. At last we’ve brought her in, boys, That shows what will can do. If we really want a thing done well, Work will make it all come true. 12 THE SEN 10 R TM A G N E T ALMOST A ROMANCE Margaret Beserock It was a beautiful spring day. The birds were singing, the trees were bright and green, in short it was the sort of a day our mothers would choose for a thorough house cleaning, or the young man across the alley would choose as a favorable day to see her, or the sort of a day that you or 1 would try out our new spring bonnets. But to go on with my story. It does not deal with spring bonnets or house cleaning. But it deals with the lives of two people. Now you know the whole story. The handsome young millionaire married a poor but beautiful maiden, and they lived happily ever after even though their income tax was very heavy. But there you are wrong again; the millionaire never married the pretty maiden, and thus the last part of our story must end differently. A young lady sat reading a book in one of the many parks in New York. Now there is nothing unusual or remarkable about that, a young lady and a book in a park,—of course not, she was good to look at. Young men, think of your own Katies and Sallies minus their pimples, long noses and double chins and you have a very fair portrait of this certain young lady. I ler name was Sadie Ferguson. Sadie came from the country. Like all country girls, she came to New York to get nice clothes and to find the hero. She had an abundance of nice clothes, but the latter she had yet to find. Prom a dish-washer she had risen to the position of cashier in one of the leading down-town restaurants. She was considered the brightest and prettiest girl in the restaurant. She wfas able to give the correct change even while she was talking. She could talk on any subject from “ I he building of the Panama Canal” to “Why girls leave home.” Sadie was a very bright girl, indeed. As fate would have it, Jonathan Pierce, the young millionaire, was passing through the park in the guise of a common workman. Oh, by the way, Mr. Pierce had more than ten million and was actually sick at the sight of money. In other words he was one of those newly-made millionaires who come from the west, throwing fifty dollar bills through the train window at the passers-by. Society whispered that he was in search of a wife. Poor working girls dreamed and society shuddered, while mammas with marriageable daughters sighed in vain. Mr. Pierce did not fail to notice the girl at the bench. Me wondered who she was and he hoped she was not rich. “A very sweet face; I wonder if she is a poor working girl. 1 hope she is,” he thought. While these things were flitting through the young man’s brain, Sadie glanced up, then immediately glued her eyes on her book. Oh, by the way, she was reading “The Divine Comedy.” lie is a very fine looking young man, but, oh, he must be very poor to wear such shabby clothes. We haven’t a written record of how it happened, but it happened in a moment; the book fell and there you are; you know' the rest. In a moment they were introduced; opinions were exchanged on loveliness of the weather, and who should be our minister to Turkey, in short, they talked about everything. Sadie Ferguson told him all about her travels in foreign countries. As he listened, his heart grew sad. “She is wealthy, she talks of nothing but her travels, her servants, and money.” “Poor boy! he will be interested to THE SENIOR IMAGNET 13 hear all this; he will believe me; he thinks I am wealthy. Let him think so, for it is a treat to him!” mused wise little Sadie. And thus they talked, each spoke of his desires and ambitions. Mr. Pierce talked about the poor, the friendless orphans, the suffering of the poor, and the tyranny of the rich. ‘‘It is getting late. I must be going home for I am attending a reception tonight.” And thus she left him with a dazzling smile. I le offered to take her home but she murmured thanks and excuses. It would never do for her, the head cashier, to be seen with such a shabby escort. “He is a very fine young man, but, oh, so poor and shabby,” mused Sadie as she lit her tiny gas stove to cook her evening meal. “Well, anyway, he thinks I'm some society queen. A rich guy for me, or I’ll remain Sadie Ferguson forever.” And with this wise remark, she cooked her potatoes and pork. A handsome car stopped at the entrance of a beautiful large mansion. A young man stepped out and quickly walked up to the door of the mansion. A footman came to the door and let him in. It was his home, and his servants. As he reached the library, he sank in a large chair and bowed his head. She is rich, for she talks of nothing but money. Yet I was so sure that she was the right one.” Mrs. Mike O’Donnell sat on the back porch of her tiny bungalow busily engaged in darning stockings. She laid her darning on the table and picked up the paper. What she saw in glaring headlines was indeed surprising. A photo of the young millionaire Jonathan Pierce and his bride. And by the way, she was considered one of the richest young women in America. “Can you beat that?” exclaimed Sadie. “Well, who would have thought it!” She again took up her darning, and a soft smile spread over her pretty face as she patted big Mike’s size ten socks. Suddenly she heard the gate click, and the tall muscular form of Big Mike in fireman’s uniform appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Oh, Mike, 1 thought you were never coming. You can’t guess what I baked for you today” With this puzzling remark, Mrs. O’Donnell ran into the kitchen followed by her happy husband. ----------------b.h.s.--------------- LIFE Floyd Yohe Life is but a milling race, In which for all there is a place; Some are slow, and some are fast, And there are some who are always last; Some are afraid to leave the rut, Fearing lest they get a cut; Some are content to roll along, Pushed by the shoving of the throng; Some strive onward to success, To be envied by those less. Life is only what we make it, It is either short or long; It is not the length,— But how we live it, That will help the world along. 14 THE SENIOR (M A G N E T HIS CHOICE Carl McMurray It was Friday afternoon before the big game between Center High School and Rockford High School. These two high schools have been rivals in all athletics. Center had won the basket ball and baseball championships from Rockford in the spring term. They were going to do their uttermost to make a “clean sweep” by winning the football game on the next afternoon, which victory would mean the third championship of the year. That evening the team reported as usual and went through a light, but snappy signal practice. The coach, Robert Graham, better known as “Bob,” had selected a few special plays for the final game. When he was satisfied with the workout, he called the squad around him and gave them a few directions, emphasizing training rules.” This gallant and worthy machine, composed of eleven strong, sturdy boys, was captained by Jimmie McCandless. Jimmie was Center’s dashing full back and the main figure in the team, and he was well able to handle his job. The scrubs who had helped to develop the team deserved a credit they hardly ever get. They practiced against the first team every evening after school. I he first team outplayed the second in all ways and it wasn’t much fun to play against such odds. One scrub surely deserved credit and that was Johnny White. This was his last year and he wanted to carry a large red “C” to college with him. He tried, and tried hard, but had few chances against such a worthy competitor as the captain, for full-back was also his position. He was the best backfield man on the second team, and traveled with the first, never giving up hope of getting a chance to earn his letter. I hat very evening on the way home from practice, Johnny was tempted. He met Dorothy Madison, a class-mate, and close friend of his. “There is a party at Kennedy’s tonight, said Dot, “and I wondered if you would go.” “I’m sorry,” said Johnny, but 1 have to keep training rules. Big game tomorrow, you know.” “Oh! shucks!” answered Dot, “that is what you always say. You have kept training rules better than any other member of the team and go along with them only to keep the bench warm. You haven’t been in a game this season. And your chances will be pretty slim tomorrow. What’s the use?” Johnny was in a bad fix. He knew what “Dot” had said was right. Should he go or should he not? There was just one more game to play and it was the championship game. What if Jimmie got injured? Would he be needed. He would be true to his school in case he was needed. “I don’t think I can go,” said John. Dot did not even answer him, but turned and went down the street leaving him staring after her. He supposed his friendship with Dot was at an end, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to do what was right. Saturday afternoon the boys were all arrayed in their togs of war, waiting for the coach’s signal to go onto the field. Just then the coach came in. “Boys,” said Bob,” “the game will be close and hard fought by both teams, but you can come out on top if you fight and fight for Center. Now go, and every man do his duty.” The stands were filled, the Center students on one side of the field, were out in full force, and when the team came on the field, they cheered loud and clear for the team. This gave the team a THE SENIOR {MAGNET good reason for wanting to win. The school was there one thousand strong to back them up. I‘he Rockford students on the other side of the field, as their team came on the field, cheered their classmates into the game. The students came from Rockford in autos, trains and street cars and numbered about two hundred. The referee blew his whistle. The “subs,” who had been warming up with the “regulars,” now took their places on the bench. The two captains in the center of the field watched the “toss up.” Center won the kick-off. A few minutes later the referee’s whistle announced the beginning of the battle. “Jimmie' made a beautiful kick and they were off. Rockford received the kick on the five yard line and carried it ten yards. They tried to break through the Center line but could not, and were forced to punt. Moore, the Center quarter-back, received the punt and carried it fifteen yards. They could not find a hole in the Rockford line in three chances and were forced to punt back. In this way the first half was battled away, neither team being able to score. I he third quarter started with a dash. Center received the kick-off and carried it twenty yards. They made ten yards on a forward pass to the right end. They were too anxious and in the next play fumbled and lost the ball. Rockford worked a trick play and an end run, leaving just fifteen yards between them and a touchdown. Here the Center line tightened up and held them. They saw they could not run the ball over the line, and in their last down called “drop kick formation,” they made a nice kick. The third quarter ended with a score of three to nothing in Rockford’s favor. The last quarter started with the Center boys determined to win. Their fighting spirit was aroused and every man did his best. The last quarter was half over. Center had the ball, but there were seventy yards between them and the goal. McCandless was called t make a line plunge, lie hit the line hard and went through. The players piled up. The referee’s whistle blew, and they all got up but one. This was “Jimmie.” He had twisted his ankle in the mix-up, and had to go out of the game. The coach called to Johnny and said, “It’s up to you. As Johnny went into the game, he heard the cheers for the captain and wondered if his name would be honored by the school veil. The team did not give up hope after losing their captain, but fought harder. Rockford had the ball with three minutes to play. Johnny, playing just behind the line, noticed the right half move out a little. He did not know what the play was, but he thought the right half had something to do with it. The minute the ball was passed, the half ran out farther and Johnny after him. The ball was being forwarded to the half-back. Johnny saw this and jumped in front of him, grabbed the ball and started down the field. He had a clear field and how he did run, pursued by the whole Rockford team. It was the most brilliant and most needed fifty-yard run ever made on that field. The whistle blew just as he crossed the line, and the game was won. Everyone was as near the v.de-Iines as they could get, cheering for all they were worth. Who for? Why, Johnny, of course. Hadn’t he won the game against the old rival, as well as the championship for the season? He was carried to the gymn on the shoulders of his team-mates. The gym was in an uproar. The coach said that it was their ony chance and Johnny was on the job. It was all luck but that is what counts. That evening, as Johnny was going home, he met Dot. She said, “I’m glad you made the choice you did, because your chance came.” 16 THE SENIOR £M A G N E T THE ARTIST ' Elizabeth Neill Last summer while visiting a college chum of mine, Dr. James, of Weston, I chanced upon a choice bit of a sad but interesting story. During the short interval between office hours the Doctor and 1 were strolling along a very picturesque mountain path when suddenly I noticed ahead of us at some distance a beautiful white cottage. The cottage, which nestled among trees, shrubs and climbing roses, was neither large nor small, and around the front and east side was a large porch, partly screened in by climbing roses. The lawn was spacious and of velvety green, which was broken in several places by small shrub bordered walks leading to and from the cottage. The effect was artistic, and not being accustomed to seeing homes like this in Weston, 1 immediately asked Dr. James who lived there. It was then the Doctor told me this story, which 1, in return, shall try to relate to you. Some fifteen years ago, there lived an artist, Mr. Rollesford, his wife and small daughter Elsa in New York. Mr. Rollesford struggled for success, not success itself but for what success meant for him. It meant health for Elsa, cheerful surroundings and new- supplies for his portraits, which were all so costly. But his greatest desire was the restoring of Elsa’s health. Mrs. Rollesford, too, was much concerned about the present state of Elsa’s health, and, when she was not posing for her husband, she walked with Elsa in a near park. It was during one of these walks that little Elsa was kidnapped. Her mother, while admiring some new blooms, missed Elsa’s childish prattle, and turning around and not seeing her, began calling. But no Elsa answered. She ran, fran- tic with fear, till she met a policeman. Elsa’s description was given him, but the officer had seen no such child; but he had seen a high powered motor swing out of the park gate quite rapidly. A search was made. The Rollesfords spent all their money running down clues, and finally they decided to leave New York and search for Elsa themselves. During this search Mrs. Rollesford took ill and died, partly from grief and constant exposure, although Mr. Rollesford sacrificed much for the comfort of his wife. A new grief now entered the life of the aritst. 1 le wandered, lonely and poor, from one town to another and finally settled in a little log cabin where now stands the white cottage. He stopped painting portraits, because there was no one to pose for him, and every time he tried to paint, the last picture of his wife and child together as they laughingly waved good-bye on their departure to the park, loomed before him in a never-to-be-forgotten memory. He now put all that was left of a broken man in scenery pictures. And what small prices he got for them he saved in order to enable him to return to New York to enter his new picture, “The Setting Sun,” in the next art exhibit. The picture was a work of art and raised many questions as to where the unknown artist came from. It sold for an enormous sum, as did all the other pictures of the artist. 'This enabled him to stay in New York. It meant friends, position and wealth. But still the artist was not happy, he had not forgotten the sorrows in the days of utter poverty. They were written indelibly on his mind and were reflected in his sad gray eyes. Again the artist went back to his cabin, but not as he went before. This time he 7 HE SENIOR DA A G N E T 17 brought wealth and luxury, which eased and comforted his body, but not his mind, because the sight of the cabin brought back painful memories. One day, when strolling, he wandered farther than usual, and suddenly came upon a young girl painting a landscape scene. There was something familiar in the way she held her curly head, something in her figure that reminded him of his wife, although he could not see her face. At the sound of a twig breaking, she suddenly turned around, frightened at the sight of the man. 1 le told her not to be frightened, he meant no harm. He came forward and the girl drew back till she saw the expensive looking painting outfit of the stranger, then she stood still with amazement. He answered her inquisitive glance and told her he also was an artist. Then he asked her name, from sheer curiosity. But instead of an answer, he saw anger flash in the gray eyes so much like his own. I le explained the situation and at last the girl consented to remain and hear the sad bit of story from the artist. Shame, at her anger at him, sympathy, and pity awakened the woman in her, and she at once told him the brief story of her life in return for his. I low Auntie Prue loved and cared for her, a motherless child, how she had taught her from childhood, how many sacrifices she made to make life more beautiful for her. And at last the death of Auntie Prue and her dying request that she never would look in her desk till she was twenty-one. When the artist heard this, a desire arose within him to learn more of this fascinating and talented child. And as the days passed a strong friendship grew between them. They had so much in common—their art, griefs, memories and aspirations. One day when the girl was down in the valley, the artist went to her cottage. 1 le was surprised to find such curios and relics, evidently from distant lands. Surely the child’s aunt had lived elsewhere than in the cottage all her life. He went up stairs and entered a small room barely furnished. It contained a bed, so long unused, the linens were yellow, a dresser, chest of drawers, and a desk It was in the desk the artist found the written confession of Auntie Prue. She in reality was a childless widow who kidnapped the baby Elsa in a park in New York fifteen years ago. He was rejoicing over the confession when the girl returned. I le hastily explained his presence there and handed her the confession. After reading it, she flew' to him with open arms eager for a father’s love she had never known. The old cabin of the artist was torn down and the beautiful white cottage erected, which we saw along the winding mountain path. Wealth and luxury abide there, but the greatest of all is the love of the father and his long lost daughter. 18 T II H S I: ;V () R ai A G N E 7 BILLY EVENS THE SCORE Helen Hindman It was three o’clock Labor Day, when a carriage drawn by a team of shiny black horses crossed the Oakmont and 1 larmarville bridge, and swung onto the hard, yellow streak of road that wrapped itself around the curves of the Allegheny river. The inmates of the carriage were of the 400 of Pittsburgh and it would pay us to stop for a few seconds and get acquainted. Mr. and Mrs. Madison were silently enjoying the beauty of the passing scenery, while Marian and Billy were thinking of the coming party. Marian’s wide, gray eyes were often and a little anxiously turned toward Billy, her young brother, who was tightly wedged between Mr. and Mrs. Madison. He did not return Marian’s appealing look, but sat there kicking the toes of his oxfords against the baggage at his feet. I lis mother glanced up and said, “Billy, what are you doing to that baggage and your new shoes?” She spoke mildly enough, but he at once turned his attention to some of the numerous objects that a boy of ten or twelve usually carries in his pockets. Something was undoubtedly wrong. Constraint hung in the air and none was more conscious of it than Billy. He could not forget the past evening when Marian had slipped into the house next door and found Billy and the young daughter of the house blissfully enjoying a box of caramels in the farthest corner of the veranda. Of course she had spread the news and poor Billy’s feelings were quite raw. All were quite ready for dinner when the carriage drove up to the door of the brilliantly lighted mansion, the home of Dr. and Mrs. Borland. The carriage was immediately besieged by laughing groups of young and old, and the whole family were joyously borne into the house. After dinner the girls were eagerly discussing the eligible young men present, and deciding which one they preferred. One announced that Dr. Borland’s son James had arrived a few moments ago and had brought Bruce Webster with him. Marian was silent, thinking of Bruce Webster, who had left his home town and had gone in quest of his fortune, before offering his love to her, the girl of his dreams. The day of his departure, Marian had returned home, after watching the train whiz itself away into a dot on the horizon. They had written long, newsy letters—and quite often a whimsically tender little note from Marian would cause him to keep his goal constantly in mind. For two weeks Marian had received no news of Bruce and this fact caused the one cloud on Marian’s happiness. The last weary guest had left the dance floor and all was quiet, when suddenly, shrill screams rent the air, issuing from the wing occupied by the young ladies. A floating white creature entered at the window. It slipped silently toward the girls, then retreated a few feet. Then it came forward, then retreating, coming nearer each time to the terror stricken girls. Bright eyes glared from deep sockets in a head which was shrouded in white. As the apparition glided through the room, a faint rattling of bones and clanging of chains was heard. Marian broke away from the terrified group and raced madly through the hall. People appeared as if by magic and the frightened girls were soon calmed. The strange apparition had vanished. Nothing remained but a wire extending trom the window to the center of the room. Understanding dawned Till: SENIOR fMAGNET 19 suddenly upon the faces of James Borland and his friend Bruce Webster. 1 hey had remained in the library late that night discussing the events of the week when they heard a slight noise in Dr. Borland's laboratory and a few minutes later they had seen a group of boys, led by Billy Madison, steal across the moonlit lawn to the shelter of a grape arbor. After a hurried visit to the boys’ bedrooms and to the laboratory, they discovered the absence of the boys, and also that of an old skeleton which hung in a corner of the laboratory. I lence the strange apparition! Billy had evened the score with Marian. The next morning Marian slipped away from the guests and reached the edge of the garden unobserved. She scarce knew what to think of the unlooked for arrival of Bruce Webster, and what attitude she should adopt toward OUR John We’d set our hearts to take a hike, Hut not on foot, or on a bike; We bought ourselves a birch' canoe, A sixteen foot, just ’nough for two. We matched our brains against our luck, It cost six dollars, to a buck; We realised, but ’twas too late, It should have been two ninety-eight. The boles were small but they were plenty, I b’lieve there were close onto twenty; And when we tried; as I live. The blamed think leaked just like a sieve. him, when suddenly two strong arms grasped her and turned her gently toward a garden seat. “It can’t be Bruce,” breathed Marian huskily. “It can, indeed!” answered a well known voice. Ever since I met you I have loved you, he whispered as he slowly drew her closer to him. Now that I have realized my ambitions, I can tell you. But I have doubted happiness too long to receive it with open arms. I have made a stranger of it as does a miser by keeping his wealth hidden away from all eyes.” “Ever since 1 knew you, you have filled my thoughts and life,” answered Marian slowly. The margin of the garden was a few yards away, but it might have been miles, and the few trees scattered about might have been a forest of giant trees sheltering them from the gaze of curious eyes. B.H.S.------------- CANOE Byers We patched, and patched, and patched some more, And still it leaked. We all but swore; The way we daubed with tar and paint. Would try the patience of a saint. Before we got it to a trickle, We would have sold it for a nickle; But, as time for our departure came, We had to use it just the same. One morn we slung our heavy packs. Of grub and blankets on our backs; And made off for the river’s shore, A distance of two miles or more. We dumped our luggage in the boat, Surprised that still the thing would float. So thus at last we had embarked, Upon our voyage up the stream; I, sitting in the bow, remarked, “It’s true, what used to be a dream.” 20 THE SENIOR AG N E T MAYBE MIGHT IS RIGHT John Byers While watching a frog in a terrible plight, It struck me:—maybe might is right! I. The frog emerged from the muddy pool, And sat on the bank in the mosses cool; He growled at the tadpoles swimming below, Whose tiny feet were beginning to show. II. The snake in the grass, with his beady eyes, Espied the fat frog and with sundry sighs, Remarked that since he was getting thinner, A frog wouldn’t make a half bad dinner. III. So the snake crept up upon his prey, His mouth all set for a meal that day. Mister Frog, take care, you’d best be alert, You’ll make a fine dinner with polly-wog dessert. IV. The frog showed no sign of care or fear, And all the while the snake crept near; Then did he for an instant pause. Then struck, the frog was in his jaws. V. Just then I thought I’d take a hand, And at the snake I threw some sand; His hold he loosed upon his prey. And safely made his get-away. VI. The slimy old frog just gave a croak. As though it all had been a joke; He looked at me and blinked his eye, And straightway he devoured a fly! WHAT SAY YE TO IT? Ted Kottraba It is not qfuite a riddle, To play on a fiddle, And to bring out it’s sweet harmonies: To push on the middle, And bend the bow brittle, Might bring out it’s sweet charm on these. For cut from a log, Is a part called a frog, Which holds fill the keys at bay : And when a frog croaks, Don’t please some folks, And that’s why a fiddle’s so darned hard to play. For using an ax, They cut out their backs, For fiddles have backs they preach: Backs oft' get the rheumati e, I don’t know just why it is, And that’s why some fiddles screech. There’s a bridge on a fiddle, And that’s why it’s a riddle. To play on the blame thing at all: For to play on the bridge high, And look at the high sky, One’s liable to get di y and fall. There’s a thing in the fiddle, Sounding post, near the middle, Which are placed in real fiddles not toys: And how can one play, “A Sweet Summers Day,” When the sounding post’s making a noise. —By one who invented horse HAIR FOR FIDDLE BOWS. THE SENIOR {MAGNET 21 I An Insight Into a Senior’s t I Memory High School I Harold F. Sandbach As the curtain is drawn aside, we see this class four years ago at the baccalaureate service, 1919. They sit on the left, seated from the very front, and extending back a good ways. In the first row there are four seats, three occupied, one vacant. In the first seat, sat the President, Harold Parker. The second seat held a little girl. Matilda Janner, Secretary. Number three is filled by another boy, Harold Sandbach, Vice President. In a solid mass, behind these three, we see the fair members of the class, little freckle-faced, bow-legged girls dressed in white. Next is the future rulers of this country, namely, the manhood of this class. We leave them now and go on to Fred Bernlohr’s room, No. 30, old High School. We can no longer follow all this illustrious class as they are now in different rooms, but, we can trail some of them. Like all freshmen, we lead a high life in school, making the teachers lose their patience every day. Remember the little drawer in Fred’s desk? All the freshmen’s toys were kept in there, and it sure was full. As I view the water guns he collected, memory reminds me of the many times we had water battles when the teacher was out. Remember the thunder that used to arise from the freshmen’s bee-bees gently dropping through the ventilators, from floor to floor. Those were the good old days. Vic Campbell, Norm Ross, Don Keil and all those guys were with us then. Again we advance a little nearer the present and recall the first term of our life in the new High School building. Some of us were in Miss Rose’s home room then; that was on the third floor. We were beginning to quiet down a little bit by that time, but still led the teachers a merry chase. Life is short and time is fleeting, so we next recall those good old days in room 307, with Miss Rose as home room teacher. Along here somewhere, Frank Sarver joined our ranks. Others we picked up also, and still others we lost in the turmoil. But still we advance, and a detachment finds its way to Mr. Hogg’s room, when we were A Sophomores. The Johns, Winer and Rimer were with us now, and 1 remember more than one good story they related for my benefit during music period. Oh, boy, say it didn't make Mr. Hogg mad when we laughed at the end of each tale! The next time you are in 214, see if the old seat (No. 1) still screeches when you move sidewise in it. We staged our first social event in our A Soph year, in the form of a masquerade party at Shearer’s hall We had the time of our life that night; lots to eat, and, remember Lois Moone? She came dressed in a clown suit and the fellows thought she was a boy. They soon learned their mistake when they took off her mask. As the pictures pass through my mind, I next see part of this class in 217 with Mrs. McDermott holding the dictatorship. Boy-o-boy, she sure could lay down the law. Not as it bothered us much, for we soon became used to her. In our A Junior year, we cast our anchor in the peaceful waters of 201 and our ship has floated there ever since. 22 THE SENIOR £M A G N E T Miss O’Brien was our skipper then, and although she made us sit up and take notice, we still had our fun. Paul Nut” Beighley was our chief entertainer in A Jr. and he knew his job. Several changes were made along about this time. Matilda Janner had left our ranks and the I Ion. Janies G. Lawless was elected to fill the office of secretary and treasurer. In our B Senior year Clare Koch joined our ranks and has been our class reporter for The Magnet ever since. Early in the semester Harold Parker, our President, decided to stay over a half year longer than the rest of us, and so resigned as president. 1 larold Sand-bach was elected to fill his place, and Paul Duncan was elected as Vice President. As it would be setting a bad example to the freshmen to tell of all the things we did. I will refrain from doing so. During this term a great number of our classmates went from our midst. If I remember correctly, there were about eight who graduated with the class before us, while six or seven dropped behind. Paul Beighley, Ray Nicholas and John Rimer quit school, while Ralph Saylor was prevented from being with us on account of sickness The beginning of our A Senior year found us with just 53 members remaining out of the noble band that entered together in B Fresh. We were, as a rule, too busy to have much fun, but at the A Senior weiner roast, we made up for all we had missed before. The joy of graduating is dimmed by one thing, regret that all the past pleasures of our high school life will end as we go to our different positions in the world’s work. •B.H.S.- WAKE UP! Wake up, dear friend, before it is too late, To climb the bill and enter at the gate; Before old age grasps you in his power, And leaves no tune to make a bower. Wake up, dear friend, in the dewy morn, Before you have yet been touched by the thorn; Plan out your whole life’s work, Then dig in and dare not shirk. Wake up, dear friend, to your own faults, Struggle, persevere, chain them in vaults; Bring to the surface all your best, For then only can you be God’s blest. Wake up, dear friend, for life’s too short, To loiter along the way in sport. For he who loafs and wastes his time, Will never be at the head of the line. Wake up, dear friend, while there is yet time, And you will have lived a life, sublime; When you have reached your goal set high, And your success rings through to the sky. 7 E SENIOR [M A G N E T 23 5J|I ■ ■ III I I I I ■ I I I I■ ■llllll 11111111111 IIIIIIIIIIIIIMIMIIlli lllliillll I ■ I I I I I ■ I Q I I ■ I I ■ I ■ I ■ CLASS PROPHECY JANUARY1943 t i ■ i ■ i i ■ ■ ■ i ■ i ■ ■ ■ ilium i ■ i i i iiihi iiiiiiii ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ iii ■ i i 111hi11 i i ■ ■ i ■ i 55 As I sit here at my desk in 213, having taken Miss McNees place upon her resignation, 1 am thinking of those classmates of mine twenty years ago. Of course there’s Esther Kramer, she is taking Miss Purvis' place, and Floyd Yohe has slipped into Mr. Gibson’s position. Glenn Thompson is now a flourishing young doctor with Agnes Gillespie as his head nurse. Carl Miller is president of a bank and bossing our old friend Sandy, who is now married and has a thriving family. Ethel Silverman is writing the beauty hints for the paper, while her old friend, Sara Spero, is teaching the Eskimos how to powder their noses correctly. We knew Ruth Goldbloom would come to fame; she is running with Paul Christley for the presidency of the United States. Betty Neil is now the proud possessor of a Packard instead of her once faithful Lizzie. Clare Koch? Oh, she and LeNore and Ted are touring the world giving concerts, while Dick Ashbaugh goes along as handy-man. Ellsworth and Lois are now starring in Grand Opera, while our class is also represented by dramatists—Peazer Hill and Ralph Schenk, of course. And Peg Beserock, what do you think? She’s head telephone operator. Esther McChesney and Carlyle are nicely settled on a little farm near Renfrew. Vic Bachman has gone to discover what marks the North Pole and is accompanied by Marcus Basham and Gib Anderson. Carl McMurry is playing all the love roles in the movies; we knew he would; and guess who plays opposite him, Helen Gould. Elizabeth Kalina is president of the school board, and Jimmy Lawless is treasurer. Poor Jimmy, he has a steady position. I can’t tell what all the members of our notable class are doing but I must mention Joe Rigby before 1 close. Can’t you guess what he is doing. Why he has taken Bucky’s” place and is loved by all the students. Louise DeFoggi is a famous toe dancer and Mary Walker, the president’s private secretary. I must close as Paul Duncan Junior demands my attention. I am, Senior English teacher, Nancy Claire Miller. 'm ' cjrVrfHp 24 THE SENIOR [MAGNET HAROLD FRANCIS SANDBACH President Sandy Behold, our honorable, praiseworthy, dignified, studious, talented president. What would our wayward class have done without his reminding us of our duties with his daily orations. We wondered at his absence from school several days until we heard he was fond of going hunting. We also hear that when he goes deer hunting, he can be found near the top of Center Ave. PAUL ANDREW DUNCAN Vice-President Suds A wee canny Scotchman from the land of Bobby Burns, whose Scotch characteristics stand out all over him, like the burrs of the Scotch thistle and whose favorite quotation is: “O! wud some power, the gif tie gie us, To see ourselves as ithers see us. ALDA CLAIR ANDERSON “Al. Alda is a dainty little lass with chestnut brown locks. Although she is one of the wee maids in our class, do not make a mistake for her heart’s as big as any one in our room, not excluding Vic Bachman. They say that every sailor has a sweetheart in every port, but we know Don has only one and that is “Al” of the class of ’23. GILBERT HARRY ANDERSON “Gibbie” Above all, behold our last student manager of baseball and a very praiseworthy athlete especially in basket ball. “Gibbie” is a very popular young man of our class, known and beloved by all—even the teachers to whom he was often a pu . de, especially when he refused to recite. RICHARD ALVIN ASH B AUG 11 “Dick” Richard Ashbaugh is the infant prodigy of our class. 1 lis proud parents claim that at the remarkable age of six months he spoke the Latin tongue with a fluency that was astounding. As a result, we have the honor of having this precocious child graduate with us. In our estimation “Dick’s” lack of height is more than offset by the size of his heart,—and his feet. VICTOR H. BACHMAN “Vic “Vic” may seem slow, but appearances are deceitful. Why it keeps him busy answering the calls that the fair damsels of our class have for him. I heard he was starting a taxi company. 1 le has quite a good patronage near the top of Center avenue. “Vic’s” six-cylinder speedster” sure comes in handy. Go to it “Vic,” maybe I would too. MARCUS LOGAN BASHAM “Jimmie” He lives a peaceful life within himself, so, to all outward appearances, he is calm and quiet. His quiet manner makes him a hard subject for criticism, but he must be commended for his good sense in joining the class of January, ’23. MARGARET BESEROCK “Peg” One of the most illustrious members of our class is “Peggy.” She is a regular village vamp and if you want any examples of anyone lovesick, look at Leslie. “Peg” thinks because a cold compels her to speak in another voice that she has it all over on us, because she don’t have to recite. But some day Peggy” you’re going to get your turn, when Bill comes around and pops the question and your voice fails you. JESSIE MARIE BOYER Jes” Marie is one of the best sports of our class. She is sometimes hard to see and find, but she can always be heard. Marie is not fond of dates—no? We also know too, that she is quite fond of visiting in Cleveland. Did you ever see her in school when she wasn’t trying to tell Margaret a good joke, when in the midst of it all Miss O’Brien yelled, “Girls, quit your gossiping.” LOIS CATHERINE BROWN “Bkownie” “Better late than never”—Half an hour, an hour, a day, it doesn’t matter—Lois only comes to school when she’s tired of staying at home. No—of course, we don’t mean that—it’s just a case of “not loving High School less—but home more.” JOHN SAMUEL BYERS “Johnny” Although short in stature, John is far from being short in ability, and whenever he hears the call, “Samuel, Samuel,” he comes forth and writes us some more poetry for the Magnet. His one failing is to get his arithmetic and for that he calls upon one even shorter than himself, Dick Ashbaugh. John deserves a lot of credit for having the nerve and pluck to finish his course in High School, after having had numerous difficulties. PAUL LEROY CHRISTLEY “Reverend” Behold our Paul who gets the name “Reverend”—a very applicable name. We must admit that Paul is a member worthy to receive praise for his studiousness—he always made a good attempt at reciting and especially in Virgil. A very quiet boy, he seems to be, nevertheless when the other boys get after him, he can certainly furnish them with entertainment. A good natured lad from Renfrew is Paul. DELORES RUTH COLL INGE “Del” She hath a smiling face and a gentle heart. This is Delores. Owing to her quiet nature, we have never been able to find out what work she intends to follow in the future, but as she took the special Sewing and Cooking Course, does it not look suspicious, we ask? 1DELETTE MARY CRUIKSHANK “Det” “She was a stranger and we took her in!” Idelette came to us after spending three years in Middlesex High School, from which she departed with first honors. She absolutely refuses to grow up, since she still wears her hair in curls, but we like her just the same and are glad she joined our class. MAYME NATALIE DANLEY “Mamie” Our Mayme is a very quiet, kind-hearted little lass. In the past she has been an active member of the class. For four years she’s been a faithful and earnest student and we think she surely deserves to graduate with us. ELLSWORTH OTTO DAVIS “Ellsie” Ellsworth has not always been one of us, but nevertheless we consider him a great addition when it comes to values. His voice and also his dramatic ability are his greatest assets. They tell us “Ellsie” even rivals Caruso in vocal ability. But sh—they tell us there’s a girl on the string. We don’t know, but that might account for his sleeping in study periods. LOUISE de FOG IE “Luie” Louise is one of our future prima donnas and some day we expect to see her name along Broadway. Luoise is practicing now for her future. And no doubt in the future members of the class of Jan., ’23, will be proud that Louise belonged to their class. CECELIA LUCILLE ETZEL “Celie” When our Cecelia was asked to help with anything or to do something for her class, her answer was either, “O! 1 can’t do that,” or “I won’t do that.” We wonder when Earl pops the momentous question, if she will reverse her reply and say, “1 will.” AGNES GRAHAM GILLESPIE “Aggie” Agnes Gillespie’s quiet but, nevertheless, she’s a good sport. She didn’t start with our class hut she thought we were the best class so she made up. Agnes took the domestic course as she expects it will be the most useful and we don’t know but this is true if you can judge by signs. Agnes was always a ready worker and kind helper in our high school course and we know she will attain great fame in the future. RUTH AGNES GOLDBLOOM “Ruthie” I lail to the salutatorian of our illustrious class. She is as faithful as she is studious. She is the only one in our class that has not been absent a day from school since she started in as a little green freshman. One of her favorite sayings is, “Well, isn’t that the limit, 1 only got 98%.” She expects to teach school, but we think that if she is as talkative in her own school room as she is in some other school rooms, the pupils will not get a chance to recite. BARBARA HELEN GOULD “Huddy” Mumble Helen lives in rustling Renton. She can tell you Butler I ligh School beats ’em all. She tried Grove City and Wilkinsburg, too, but Butler got the preference for graduation true. She never talks, nor chews, nor coughs, and that’s why she’s the favorite of iMiss Mary. There’s a quaint little saying, “I don’t care,” which often her lips doth utter, especially when there’s a trial balance to fear. Though she’s not been with us ever, from this friend we’ll never sever. Her by-word is “My Pat.” We wonder if there is not a deeper meaning to this expression. For a’that, and a’that, she’s full o’fun, for a'that. (Pardon us, Mr. Burns.) ESTHER SUSAN HARMON “Susie” Here is one of our Esthers—a very sedate and dignified member is she. Very few times does our Susie fail to welcome us by the address, “Oh! do you know your Chemistry?” or “Did you get all your Virgil? 1 only got over it once”—but she seldom failed to recite. Esther does not care for gossip, thus leaving our minds a blank as to her other affairs, but however, 1 know it to be a fact that she loves to spend her vacation days with relatives and friends up along the Beano (B. O.) JOHN CLEMENT HILL “Peazer” Peazer” can always be identified by his ha, ha, ha, but this is the result of his good disposition. I here was one subject in which John took great interest and that was physics. 1 le did this in order to learn more clearly the nature of light and color (especially “Green.”) PLUMA BELLE HILLIARD “Freckles” A very quiet girl is Pluma, who hails from Petersville. Every day she comes in on the I larmony and is never late unless the car doesn’t run or isn’t on time. She always has her lessons and never looks at the boys, but we know she’ll not always behave like this. HELEN MAE HINDMAN “IIeinie” Here she comes! Where from? Branchton! What's her trade? That’s what we’d like to know. She’s going to go to Slippery Rock Normal, so appearances say she will be a pedigog. RICHARD IIOVIS “Dick Dick has been with us since our A Jr. year at B. H. S. He’s one of us who believes “Silence is golden.” It’s been said he passes off as a woman hater, but you never can tell! I le may only be playing possum. ELIZABETH AGNES KALINA “Chubby” Elizabeth is very sweet and demure. She’s one of the sharks of our class and always willing to help others. Elizabeth is also very quiet and on account of that we have never succeeded in determining her ambition, but whatever she does we wish her good luck. CLARE LUCILLE KOCH “Cookie” Clare is the charming little Miss of our class. She wrote up all the class news and jokes for the Magnet. Especially at Chemistry does she shine, but when it comes to a murmur of Art, she is thrilled—so beware, boys, he is often in town over the week-end. First thing we know we will hear of the great actress from the class of Jan., ’23—remember Dorothy in “The Deacon’s Second Wife”—our blonde. We will all miss her ever-ready smile and also her helpful hand for our tasks. GEORGE EDSON KOERNER “Bud” George sure is a nifty boy. He’s meek, mild, sleepy and parts his hair in the middle, to keep his balance, walks with mincing steps, and speaks before he finishes his mouthful of potato salad. He loves outdoor life and his favorite form of relief is hills. JAMES MORRISON KOTTRABA “T ed” Look upon our dignified “Ted.” We commend you, “Ted,” upon your completing your high school course so that you can get to your studying dentistry, and we hope you have good luck! Yes, and we do send our best wishes with you in your orchestra work even though you didn’t care for our school orchestra. ESTHER CHRISTINA M. KRAMER “Es” Look what we have here! Brains? sure; good looks? why of course. Talent? Undoubtedly! But we’ve a secret to let out—we always wondered why Esther left early from Press Club meeting, etc., but lend an ear—we've discovered she wanted to go home early so she’d have more time to read (Reed) the writings of a popular newspaper reporter. JAMES GRANGEL LAWLESS “Jimmie” “Jimmie” is very small for his age. He is Miss Wigton’s best friend, and no wonder, James always has his shorthand practiced when he comes to class??? One morning Miss O’Brien took sick and went home. In seeking a reason, we found that she had an attack of heart failure when ‘Jimmie” came at a quarter of nine. He is a charter member of the dizzy trio. ESTHER BELL McCHESNEY “Ches” The last of our Esthers, but not the least, above all in size and then in her capacity, both in cooking and reading transcript. A very good student was Esther, always ready to do her part when called upon to help with something for our class. CARL WESLEY McMURRY “Rudy” Attention, see the Rudolph of our class— with his dreamy eyes. But we must say he doesn’t take his part as the Rudolph with the girls, and a very quiet, bashful lad is Carl, therefore, leaving us in wonderland as to any of his actions and business, so all we can say is farewell and good luck to you, Carl. CARL VICTOR MILLER “Percy” Carl is a very active member of our class. When very small he got a hold of a can of red paint and painted his cheeks as he had seen the ladies do. 11 is mother scrubbed and scrubbed, but the paint wouldn’t come off so that accounts for his red cheeks. No wonder all the boys envy him his complexion. They say he’s quite a heart-breaker out in Renfrew. His failing is mathematics, especially Higher Algebra. His favorite hobby is take measles or chicken pox about time for exams. Nevertheless he is liked by all the members of our class. NANCY CLARE MILLER “T ub Here is one of our loyal and most studious members, our valedictorian, whose two hobbies are to keep her classes supplied with information and to keep at least one of the members engaged in conversation. In all social functions and tasks of the class, Nancy’s great willingness and ability to help have always been highly appreciated. Nancy does not appear to be a baby, but really she is baby of our class, just sweet sixteen—never any powder nor paint needed nor used either. A wise and good girl is our Nancy, and we’re proud of her. ALTHA MOORE Giggles “Giggles, should have been Altha’s name because she is one of the best gigglers in our class. She used to be one of our champion heavyweights, but now she has become so thin that some say she is eating toast and drinking tea, but this we don’t believe because she is too fond of candy to start a diet on these. ELIZABETH KATHERINE JANE NEILL “Betty “Betty” is a brown haired, brown eyed, Irish lass who came to our illustrious school from Karns City High a little over a year ago. She is very fond of flivvering, but she does hope Bert will get a big car in the spring. Once a week she can be heard saying, “There is no use of me taking any books home tonight for you know this is Wednesday night. She is the sole member of our class who rejoices when Miss McNees assigns current events for Monday. THELMA MARY RAPP “Cunning” Thelma is a small girl, not very tall, hut she is very fond of sports and music. What she loves best, is to sing high soprano, especially during the music period, for we can hear her voice above everyone else. She came from Hooker to graduate with us, but still it is a great distance from Eberhart station on the Harmony line. Thelma is quiet, cunning, and quick. HAROLD JAMES RAY Harold is a prosperous young agriculturist who comes to school all the way from Queen’s Junction. He gets up with the birds every morning as he believes that, “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” Harold is the noisiest member of our class and is very troublesome to the faculty, especially Mr. Irvine, who has to send him to the office for his misconduct in chapel nearly every day. ELORENCE RE1TH “Flo” Florence Reith is our little fairy dancer, like all fairies, she is pretty, dainty, clever and popular. She adores dancing ana may frequently be seen on the popular floors of the city. She is most frequently heard saying, “All right, call me up tonight.” JOSEPH RIGBY “Joe” Joseph at one time thought that he knew enough, so he left school and went to work. After being out for four years, he decided to come back, and now he is with the class of Jan., ’23. His chief delight is to walk through the hall with some fine young lady. He is always speaking of getting married, so I suppose he will. “Joe” is a good sport, and also an honor student, so we wish you good luck, “Joe.” RALPH OLIVER SCHENCK “Shankie” Ralph Oliver Schenck, who is one of the prominent members of our class, has a failing which bends towards the fair sex. He is some shark in Virgil. In the Senior benefit play he showed he could be a very dutiful husband. WILLIAM HAROLD SHAPIRO “Bill” Oh! gaze upon ye English shark! William so we hear, would make a promising young chemist—but so far he has told no one anything of his hopes or aspirations. He has been in our class for the last semester only, but he is not totally a stranger to us. DAVID CARLYLE SHOEMAKER “Shoemaker” Carlyle is a very silent member of our class and especially afraid of the women folks. But sh—they tell us that he has taken quite a fancy to Esther McChesney. Poor boy— when asked to come to the Magnet office to work he wouldn’t, because he was afraid of the girls. ETHEL JUSTINE SILVERMAN “Effie” “Effie is a sweet little girl, not half so big as her ambition. As her name implies, she is very rich in—silver. Whenever she is asked to do something or get something, she answers, “Aw, no, but some day we are sure that Effie will have the opportunity to say, “Ah, yes! Her ambition is to go west and ride Broncho Billies. Let’s hope she lands there. SARA LEE SPERO “Sally Lee Sara Lee Spero is the Nita Walda of our class, dark curly hair, olive complexion and very enticing eyes of brown. 1 ler most favorite expression is “jist like that, and her highest ambition is to become a social worker. RICHARD BICKEL STEELE Dick” We are very glad to have Dick,” the laggard,” graduate with our class, as the saying is, “Better late than never, —and Dick, we do hope you are more ambitious about your future ambitions than you have been during your years in B. H. S. The whole trouble lies in the fact that he spent more time in learning the new steps than in studying his lessons. J. GLENN THOMPSON Greaser” Glenn Thompson is quite a bashful fellow as far as girls are concerned, but he’s a very good student. They tell us that he desires to be a motorman on the Harmony route so he won’t have to pay any fare to go to Evans City. Although Glenn is hard to get acquainted with, still when you know him, he’s a brick! LeNORA FLORENCE THOMPSON Smiles” Don’t you know LeNora? You’ve missed half of your life if you haven t received one of her sweet smiles. She just looks at you and smiles and your heart is lost. But LeNora has more than smiles. Did you ever hear her play? It’s wonderful! LeNora puts two hours faithful practice on her music and managed to graduate with honors. After LeNora has graduated we will be glad to hear of her as Tine of the world’s greatest pianists. We’ll always remember her for her kind manner. MARY WALKER Marie Many say that Mary is a very quiet, demure little girl, but they are quite mistaken. You should hear Mary recite in History and also read back on her Shorthand notes. She reads them so fast that Miss Wigton can not even keep up with her. Every once in a while Miss Wigton yells out, “Wait a minute, Mary, until I get caught up with you. Mary is also very swift and accurate in typewriting. Oh, Mary, you may have a chance to go to Indiana after all. FLOYD ELZIE Y011E “Milton” Floyd E. Yohe, fond lover of text books, devours all knowledge that studies can give— makes us wonder how anyone human can be such a model young student and live. Floyd’s one of our letter men and oh, you ought to read some of his poetry! MADAL1NE GRACE Z1NN “Mady “Good goods are done up in small packages” is an old saying and we are sure you will agree with us that it is true in this case. “Mady” is one of the sunny members of our class, always ready for some fun. She can always be found in front of the mirror, either fixing her hair or powdering her nose. She has at present a serious case of “heart trouble,” but 1 think that a certain “Doc.” can remedy that. This page is dedicated in loving memory to SUrijarft Aitftts lEttamutger Born Sept. 20, 1905 Died Aug. 10, 1920 By the Class of January, 1923 THE SENIOR. CM AG N E T 43 THE MAGNET i ---------_----- - J STAFF Editor-in-Chief—Frank Sarver Asst. Editor-in-Chief—Nancy Miller Literary Grace Oesterling Magadalene Schmoker Alumni—Lucille Galmish School Notes—Darrell Gregg Exchange—Jean McClung Athletic—Harold Parker Squirrel Cage Editor—James G. Lawless Art Editor—Wallace Baldinger Adv. Editor—John Hill Asst. Adv. Editor—Bruce Greer Bus. Mgr.—Paul Ketterer Asst. Bus. Mgr.—Gerald Hartman Faculty Advisor—Miss Houston A senior—Clare Koch 15 Senior—Margaret Graham A Junior—Raymond Vogeley B Junior—Wayne Byers CLASS REPORTERS A Sophomore—Fred Roenick B Sophomore—Harold Ewing A Freshman—Newton McCullough B Fresh—Richard Doerr TERMS One dollar per year, payable in advance; twenty cents per copy. Address ail communications of a business nature to the Business Manager; Exchange, Contributions, etc., to the Editor, Frank Sarver. THE MAGNET published monthly, except July, August and September. Entered as second-class matter, December 18, 1907, at the postoffice at Butler, Pa., under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. Motto: The Magnet Business is Picking Up.” VS FOUNDED | MADISON.' ] 1021 W l WIS. 54S50C @ Vol. 22 JANUARY, 1923 No. 4 IT CAN BE DONE (Edmund Vance Cook) Somebody said that it couldn’t be done, But be with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t, but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he tried. So he buckled right in, with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried, he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it. Somebody scoffed, “Oh, you’ll never do that. At least, no one ever has done it. But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing we knew he’d begun it. With the lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit; lie started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it can not be done. There are thousands to prophesy failure; There are thousands to point to you, one by one. The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Then take off your coat and go to it; fust start in to sing as you tackle the thing That “cannot be done” and you’ll do it. 44 THE SENIOR £M A G N E T ARE YOU SATISFIED? The greatest evil in our High School life is that of letting the other fellow carry the load. Are you satisfied to let someone else do your work for you? It seems that a great number of you are. Why? The most prominent reason is: contentment at doing just what is necessary to get through, and stopping there. This is not the case with many students, but the majority incline in the direction of this chasm of carelessness. In the athletic branches of school activities, the spirit of competition is most prominent. The contestants give their best; each trying to outdo the other. Their reason is clearly seen. If they didn’t, there would be no place for them on the different teams. In the various other branches of school work, this competition is lacking. Why? Because you are satisfied. You, as a rule, do just as little as possible; seldom striving to outstride your fellow-students. You elect a president for each class and expect him to bear all the responsibility. When anything goes wrong in the class, you blame him. At the beginning of the school year, you elect a Magnet staff, then a number of you subscribe for the Magnet and consider you have done your part. You have not. Here, also, the spirit of competition is lacking. You are satisfied to let the Magnet staff and a very small number of contributors do all the work on that paper. Then, when each issue appears, you criticize the bum jokes, etc., that appear in it, without stopping to remember that you handed in nothing to take their place. What a paper you could have if every student considered it his or her duty to assist in whatever branch of Magnet work you can do best. When the teachers assign lessons for the next day, perhaps you do them and perhaps you don’t; but consider who you are really harming by slighting your work. You are not injuring the teachers, yet they do their best to promote you from a course of careless habits to one of industry. Again 1 repeat, you are too easily satisfied. No matter how good you are, there is always room for improvement; and no matter how successful you are, there is always a greater THE SENIOR iMAGNET goal ahead. To he so easily satisfied or content with your lot in life is a great menace to your future. You have no great ambition; you are easily pleased and as you grow older, it takes less and less to satisfy you, and instead of expanding, your character gradually shrinks. Snap out of it! Show' what you can do; make Butler proud of you and increase your self-respect. H. F. S„ ’23 ---B.H.S.- SHOULD WE HAVE AN HONOR SYSTEM? Should we have an honor system in High School? This is a question that is confronting many modern high schools. Perhaps you ask what the honor system is. “To be under an honor system just means that it is our own conscience rather than our teachers that makes us live up to what is expected of us. It means we are absolutely on our own. The continual supervision by teachers over study halls, home preparation, and exams is dispensed with. Instead a Mutual Trust League is established between teacher and pupil. The art of ‘getting away with something’ becomes a lost one. We feel as much contempt for ‘putting it over’ on a teacher as we do for cheating in athletics. The only possible reason for making any distinction between these two cases has been that in athletics we have had nothing but our conscience to compel us to play a clean game, while in the classroom, we have felt that that was up to the teacher. The Honor System does away w'ith this excuse by putting the responsibility squarely on our shoulders. We acquire a new self-respect when we prove that we are able to control ourselves and don’t have to leave that to someone else to do for us. 'That is why it was with the students that the demand for an Honor System originated.’’ If we didn’t have teachers to watch 43 over examinations could we be trusted? I think so. We could at least do our best! Think of the training it would be and the good it would do our moral natures. Can we be trusted? Then there is the other side, is it best to have teachers to watch over exams? Then they could be sure to know that there was no cheating. Now it is up to us! Are our shoulders strong enough to take up such a responsibility? The Magnet will be glad to receive open letters from the student body on this subject. —Nancy Clair Miller, Jan. ’23 —B.H.S.— J. D.’s PHILOSOPHY Just recently an amazing offer was made to the promoters of the Passion Play of Oberammergau, by no less a personage than John D. Rockefeller, the world’s king of finance. This, in itself serves to make the Passion Play famous as a cherished remembrance which can never be witnessed in such perfection again; because, as you know the principal actors, influenced by their leader, Anton Lang, hearing of Mr. Rockefeller’s offer and fearful lest they be tempted, shaved off the flowing beards which had taken years to grow and thus settled beyond doubt the question as to whether the play would be re-enacted in America. If we were to be told that graduation would no more be attended by the various entertainments and exercises which we now enjoy, would we not, as did Mr. Rockefeller, pay a mighty sum just to have such drama as graduation is, reenacted for us? Yes, I am sure there is not a heart but that would experience a pang of regret and sorrow were our departure from four years of intellectual development, good fellowship and pleasant surroundings, merely a word of farewell which as a rule carries behind it a “glad to be rid of” meaning. Therefore it is very fitting to compare the happiness we receive from our fare- 46 7 E SENIOR {MAGNE T well drama with the happiness which Mr. Rockefeller does not enjoy, though he would have paid heavily to do so. F. L. S„ ’23 --B.H.S.— DON’T BE FOOLISH Students! Why do you waste so much of your time? In school and out, it’s all the same. Remember, the things you are now doing are becoming strong habits, and wasting time is the most prominent. Do you know why study periods were given? Some of you think they are just an opportunity to sleep, torment the teacher, have eraser and chalk fights, etc., but in reality, they are to lighten your home work. In forty minutes of real concentration, a great deal may be accomplished. Let us watch two freshmen for a time. One studies and utilizes all his spare time. 1 le gets along well with everybody, and at the end of four years we see him graduating with honors, leaving a good record behind him. Now comes the other, a careless fellow. I le wastes his time, having what he terms a good time. He is always in trouble for not getting his work. At the end of four years, do we see him graduating? Sometimes, but more often he takes five years to graduate, then barely getting through. But the main evil is that he leaves a bad record behind him, and his careless ways are now strong habits. Students! Which are you going to be? Harold Sandbach, ’23 “THE DANGEROUS CURVE’’ I lave you ever thought how endangered your life is at the turn of the road? A pedestrian very often needs to be all eyes to tread a winding road successfully Not only the pedestrians, but the automobile drivers have to use precautions for their own lives, at these perilous corners. How much are you studying? Are you studying? Are you developing your brains, or are you allowing them to become rusty, so to speak? We were all created with a reasonable amount of intelligence and will-power and if we fail to develop our minds, we face a Dangerous Curve, every whit as dangerous as the curve in the road. Lack of the use of brain power not only lowers one’s chances of advancement in later life, but tends to lower the moral of a nation. Let us not allow our intelligence to be overpowered by ignorance. Let us keep the standard of our nation so high that the whole world will pause in its mad rush and take notice. Ruth Goidbloom, Jan. ’23 —B.H.S.— TO THE FACULTY We, the class of Jan. ’2 , wish to thank all the members of the faculty for the interest they have shown in us during our High School career. Many times we were weary and you helped us. So as we leave the portals of B. II. S. we extend sincere thanks to its learned faculty. THE SENIOR IMAGNET 47 CLASS DOINGS OUR PLAY OF ’22 Last May the class of Jan. ’23 gave a play entitled “Ye Country School Village.” It was given in honor of the graduating class of June, ’22. The faculty were all present and commented very much on the extraordinary talent of our class. When the curtain went up John Cronenwett was seated at his desk preparing to open his morning session. He made a fine figure, “all delapidated,” and a big wart on his nose. As this was the last day of school, many of the farmers’ wives came to visit the school and to take part in the exercises. No one graduated, but they were all glad to quitu-ate. Penelope (Marie Boyer), accompanied by her aunt. Miss Charity (Clare Koch), was the first to school. They came early because they didn’t want to be late. Penelope was an over-dressed baby and was surely an imp. She embarrassed her aunt much. School took up at 9:10 A. M., and the students flocked around their beloved school master. They were all very courteous, bowing to him as they came in, some threw him kisses, while others made some lovely faces and chewed gum behind his back. The students were queer specimens. Esther Kramer was the funniest. She had her beautiful auburn hair in two braids fastened by colored ribbons. Paul Ketterer w'as her brother and he just looked every bit as good as his sister, if not better. He had all his teeth extracted in front and his freckles added greatly to his charms. 1 le was the little boy with the cognomen of Ebenezer attached to his family name of Doolittle. Esther Harmon and Ruth Goldbloom be- longed to the same family and they were called Doolittles, too. Carl Miller starred as Bud Hornwell. He w'as a restless chap and poured water down the girls’ backs and carried petty tales to the school master. Many students had prepared speeches and the first speaker was “Bud” Koerner. Jimmie Lawless next went sled riding on Mr. Irvine’s portion of the dance hall on the stage and he had a sad ending— “This boy was slain.” Following this Ethel Silverman, a pretty little girl not more than eight years old (at the time), told about the different kinds of heads, such as boneheads, blackheads, etc. Many other students too numerous to mention had other difficult parts in the easy roll. The country guests w-ere Mrs. Humility Partridge (Nancy Miller), Mrs. Doolittle and her three younger children: Hanna Parsons (Lenora Thompson), Deacon Partridge (Harold Parker). In the closing exercises the student body presented the school master with a gold handled cane. Paul Ketterer made the presentation speech and reminded the teacher although he had mal-treated, they didn’t bear any “malice” to him. A feature of the program was a mock autcion with Jimmy Lawless holding down the position of the autcioneer. Everything was sold here, from a can of green hair dye for Miss Wigton to an autographed baseball with the names of Miss O’Brien and Mr. Irvine on it. Later in the evening refreshments were served, which consisted of cakes, ice cream and punch, (which sure had some punch.) During the evening the High School orchestra, under the direction of Miss Houston, kept everyone in a happy mood. A good time w'as had by all. 48 THE SENIOR (MAGNET A SENIOR WEINER ROAST Our Polly says that in the middle of October she saw the solemn and dignified A Seniors(?) depart for the Brandon farm at Petersville. She says the biggest eaters, Jimmy, Greaser, Sandy and Nancy, went first and it is a wonder the rest got anything at all to eat, but something must have ailed the heavy eaters as they solemnly vowed they never touched a thing. Well, anyway, part of the “gang” came on the six car and part came in machines. The big event of course was the “eats” —why some of those frail people like Ruth Goldbloom and Miss O’Brien ate as much as the heavy weights. Then Miss Houston and Mr. Hogg staged a drinking contest to see who could drink the most coffee. Polly says Miss Houston won, while I favored Mr. Hogg, so we’ll call it a tie. As some of the more youthful members, such as Esther Harmon and Esther Kramer, had to get home before curfew they were given their marshmellows before the rest. Then a great struggle ensued between Nancy Miller and Miss Houston on one side and Jimmy Lawless and John Byers on the other. Needless to say the heaviest side won. Then the children (?) went up to the fields and played games and rendered sweet vocal selections. About ten o’clock the party dismissed and Polly says she heard Sandy, Jimmy, and LeNora vow to bring their rolls to school with them. However, only Jimmy kept his vow, and what do you think? Some nervy freshman ate his roll! It’s a hard life, Jimmy. And Polly says she thinks she better quit with everybody safely home, happy and content. —b.h.s.— OUR SENIOR RECEPTION On Friday, November 17, the B Seniors gave the A Seniors a reception at the High School. The B Seniors gave a varied program consisting of—Alaska Snow scenes, a prize fight, the mysterious fortune tellers, the troubles of a city lady buying eggs, amateur night, and the review of popular songs. The parts were all well given and were enjoyed very much by the Seniors and the faculty. Afterwards we were taken to the cafeteria where we were served with some good old fashioned pumpkin pie, apples and punch. —b.h.s.— SENIOR BENEFIT “The Deacon's Second Wife The B and A Seniors entertained on November 23 and 24 with their portrayal of The Deacon’s Second Wife.” The curtain went up promptly at 8:15 o’clock with the appearance of Nancy Clair Miller on the stage as “Malvina Fritz.” Miss Mary Catcher in the role of Miss Kate Rollins, a niece of the deacon and a college student, pleased her audience with the manner in which she played the difficult character. Ralph Schenck as the deacon, John “Peazer” Hill and Miss Dorothy Craig as the deacon’s children, carried their parts in a creditable manner. The Bullock family from the city in the persons of Misses Esther Kramer and Clare Koch, Morton Israel and Lewis Irvine, and Frank Allen as “Ernest Rench,” furnished much of the comedy of the evening. Ellsworth Davis appeared in a pleasing manner as Philip Gamgage, and Monica McNamee as Mrs. Brown did very well. The play was directed by Miss Evelyn McClung of the class of June, ’21. —b.h.s.— CLASS NIGHT Class Night was a wonderful success. It displayed talent and originality throughout the entire program. The evening of events was opened by the president’s address. “Class Ambitions” with Clare Koch and John Byers, more than fulfilled the part. Carl Miller and Dolores Collenge held THE SENIOR [MAGNET 49 ihe center of attraction in giving “needy” things to some of the members of the class. The next part of the program held the attention of all. The class Gossips” proved a big success. With Alpha Moore and Margaret Beserock in charge, we heard startling things about our fellow-classmates. The “Growlers,” both Ethel Silver-man and Paul Duncan, brought to our attention different phases of our high school with which the Growlers” found some fault. The act of “Cremation” was a pleasure to most of our class, especially to George Koerner and Florence Rieth. Of course every class has a will, so our lawyer and tax collector, James Lawless, read the Class Will to all interested in the welfare of our class. —b.h.s.— COMMENCEMENT On January 18, 1923, the semi-annual commencement of the Butler High School was held. After a selection by the orchestra the program was opened by the salutatorian, Ruth Goldbloom. The subject of her address was the “Origin of Birds,” which she developed very interestingly. The next speaker, LeNora Thompson, spoke on song birds. Her speech was made more interesting by the slides of the birds. After Miss Thompson a song was sung by the Glee Club. Then the subject of the evening was continued by Floyd Yohe, who chose for his subject, “Birds of Prey,” and slides of the eagle and many other familiar birds were shown. Following Floyd Yohe, Joe Rigby spoke on Night Prowlers.” He had slides also and used many very interesting illustrations. After another song by the Glee Club Elizabeth Kalina spoke on the subject of “Game Birds.” Following her Esther Kramer spoke on “Winter Birds. The program was then closed by Nancy Miller, the Valedictorian, who chose for her subject, Bird Preservation.” She told of the persecution of various birds and after this told the different measures taken for the protection of birds. Following her speech the class song, “Good Night, Good Night, Beloved.” The diplomas were then presented and we had finished our high school course. 50 THE SENIOR {MAGNET Butler High has again shown us that it can put out a winning team. The football season this year has been a decided success. The fellows on the squad went out with the determination to play football and they surely did. With the guiding hand of Coach Bob Me Isaac and the influence of Captain Francis Nolan the team made a good record. There is one member of the A Senior class who made the team this year. Floyd Yohe—Tackle This member of the squad graduates this year. He showed plenty of pep all through the season. Gilbert Anderson—Student Manager Gibby didn’t try out for football. He was manager of the baseball team and even showed his ability as a pitcher when he was needed. Francis Nolan—Quarterback Nolan, as you no doubt know, is one of the pluckiest captains that B. H. S. has ever had. There is no need to mention his ability as a football player for everyone should know it. We are sorry to lose you Francis. Len” Turner—Halfback “Len” is a little fellow, although he can show the public his ability as a foot- ball player when needed. Do not be offended when I say “little” Len. “Tub” Smith—Guard “Tub” is one of these players who does not star individually, but is always playing a hard game. Keep this good work up, “Tub.” P. S. Also your school work. Barney Perifano—Tackle This was Barney’s first year of varsity football. He plays a hard game, and is one of the dependable members of the squad. “Joe Mullin—Halfback Joe is a player who deserves credit. He sure did show his ability in the Bellevue game when he was substituted in the last quarter. All those who saw this fracas can back this statement. “Don” Wei he—Halfback This is “Don’s” first year to don a varsity football uniform. “Don” did not hold down a regular berth but did his share for the success of the team. Joe Rigby—Student Manager Joe is a member of our class. Joe was always on the job with his little grip, ready to wrap up the wounds of players, received while playing. He also deserves credit for coaching the second team to a success. We thank you, Joe. THE SENIOR iMAGNET 52 TUI: SENIOR TMAGNET Joe Carlisle—Halfback Carlisle always played tackle or end before this year, but the coach gave him a trial in the backfield and we all know the success he made. Joe is captain next year. Anthony Treccise—Right End This member of the squad has what is called an educated toe. It came in handy in more than one game. Good work Tony, keep it up. Harold Parker—Left End Harold is one of those players who always gives his best. He held down left end in fine shape and as for clipping, we all know he excels there. Henry Heinzer—Center 1 leinzer is a new member on the squad this year, but he had the goods. Henry believes in left-hind foot of rabbits and other charms. William Anderson—Rigb Tackle This is another member of the squad, who will not don moleskins next year. He is a hard man to stop, even if he is small. Richard Jamison—Halfback Dick is a versatile fellow. He can fit in most anywhere. 1 lis place is halfback and he held it down O. K. Albert Dumbaugh—Guard This is the little boy of the squad, only a little bit over six feet. Not very many got through Dumbaugh. 1 le happens to be the poet of the squad, too. Harry Hughes—Guard Harry played the game this year. He certainly can play football if he wants to. He held down guard position to a show. George 1 Iepler—Eullback This year Ilepler tried out in the back-field and he surely displayed his ability to carry the ball. 1 le always put up a fine game and found holes where none seemed visible. John C. Hill—Cheer Leader Vigor, vitality, vim and punch,” That’s Peazer; The man who can always stir up the bunch, That’s Peazer; Who for four long years, has made ’em yell, And every yell was done quite well. Will we miss him? I’m here to tell, That Peazer. —b.h.s.— Besides the first squad, we want to mention the substitutions of the scrubs. In return for this they played Zelienople to a scoreless tie. They put up a better game than their opponents, but neither team scored. —b.h.s.— BANQUET In recongnition of the work of the team this year, a banquet was held in the Episcopal church. An evening of good times were had with Prof. Gibson as presiding officer and Prank McClung as toastmaster. Toasts were given by members of the team, the coach and others. Pictures of the squad were given out at this time. Joseph Carlisle was elected captain of next year’s squad. THE SENIOR MAGNET 53 The members of the class of January, ’23, take this opportunity to thank our advertisers, both the regular advertisers and those of this Senior issue. We have among our advertisers, firms who were patrons of “The Magnet’’ during its early years in 1892-93, we certainly appreciate their help and we take this opportunity to thank them and wish them prosperity. T YRIG PLAYHOUSp “Where Everybody Goes” JOHN C. GRAHAM, JR., Mgr. ANNOUNCES ITS ENLARGED SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA WITH VAUDEVILLE AND FEATURE PHOTOPLAYS 54 THE SENIOR (MAGNET IINGLES A boy sitting on the fence, I thought it was a bird, I looked again and saw it was Vic, of Saxonburg. A mong our noted members is Sara Spero, Who seldom if ever makes a zero. Esther McChesney is cunning and small, And for Shoemaker she’s sure to fall. LeNora Thompson was vain to boast, 7 hat at the banquet she’d not give a toast. Now there’s Paul Christley, the deacon of the class, When he opens his mouth, out comes the gas. Marcus Basham we do declare— Has no krinkles in his hair. 7 ed Kottraba, a wide-awake chap, Every now and then he takes a nap. Jimmy Lawless is one of our famous crew. And he helps along with The Magnet, too. Have you noticed the ring that Sandy's we arm’, They tell us it belongs to a girl named Perrin. Alt ha Moore is a gossip, well known, She even talks when she is alone. Helen Hindman is a seamstress fair, She also has beautiful red hair. Pluma is calm and quiet, she always comes on the car, But fortune predicts for Pluma that she’ll travel far. May me Danley is little and small, But to have brains, one don’t have to be tall. Dolores Collinge is a very bright girl, And we all adore her darling curls. Carlyle Shoemaker is looking quite dressy, His gaze is fastened on Esther McChesney. Ruth Goldbloom so charming and mild— She’s the kind that make the waves go wild. The berries all go to Elizabeth Neill, And from her lips, the rouge will steal. THE SENIOR {MAGNET Save when you feel it least. Have when you need it most. “The Big Bank by the Court House. ” Start early and build a banking connection with this progressive institution. The Butler County National Bank and BUTLER COUNTY TRUST COMPANY RESOURCES OVER $8,000,000.00 56 THE SENIOR [MAGNET ♦----------------------------------♦ CANDIES STATIONARY TOILET ARTICLES REICK’S ICE CREAM PRESCRIPTIONS Clarence G. Dixon Main and Diamond Sts. ♦__________________________________♦ Of Shorty Zinn there’s not much to say. She steals the typewriter’s covers away. And Joe Rigby is a chemistry shark, He never, never goes on a lark. Cecelia Et?el, who is always talking, Was with Bill Shapiro, seen awalking. Nothing would ever be done in this class, If Ralph Schenck was assigned the task. “When I consider how my nights are spent,” Quoth Gibby Anderson, as down to Mac’s his thoughts are bent. “That’s the stuff,” says Richard Steele, Who thinks of nothing but a good big meal. With many a dreamy, silent way, Agnes Gillespie takes your heart away. To save us from our woes and sighin’, We have to console us. Miss O’Brien. Esther Kramer, a singer fair, Her only fault; she has red hair. And Richard Hovis, with an awful frown, Say Rou de daw” when he come to town. John Byers is never seen with a coquette, He aspires to become a very great poet. Mary Walker is a country maiden, She comes to market with baskets laden. A heavy weight is Elizabeth Kalina, She breaks chairs in the cafeteria. Marie Boyer is short and slim, Who goes into everything with vim. Our Kochie is a dear sweet lass, She’s the violinist of our class. Louise de Fogie is our prima donner, For when she sings, each one’s a gonner. Paul Duncan has a nickname “Suds,” His occupation is eating spuds. Esther Harmon can giggle, and when she does smile, Her little mouth stretches for almost a mile. Dick Ashbaugh is our infant prodigy, And brightly shines in Senior Chemistry. Ethel Silverman is a dark-haired lass, And she works her hardest to help our class. Nancy was there when the brains came in, Her one ambition is just to grow thin. A little powder and paint says Lois Brown, Take away the very worst kind of a frown. Quiet and simple is Harold Ray, But in a crowd he’s exceptionally gay. Floyd Yoke’s quite bashful, his eyes in mysteries steep, But you know they tell us “Still water runs deep.” ♦---------------------------------♦ The Evans Manufacturing Co. LIMITED Manufacturers of Gas and Gasoline Engines Metal Foundry BUTLER, PA. THE SENIOR {MAGNET__________57 m MAIN-DRUG STORE CORNER MAIN AND MIFFLIN DON HERVEY, HEN JOHNSON, JAKE WINTERS, Props. Butler’s Handsome Drug Store Equipped with SODA BOOTHS—The Real Way to enjoy one of our Delicious Sundaes or Ice Cream Sodas. SPECIAL HOT FUDGE SUNDAE.........15c HOT CHOCOLATES ..........15c SERVICE QUALITY RELIABILITY Ellsworth’s fortune is his voice, Between it and cigarettes he must make his choice. Carl McMurray is the Rudolph of our class, Those eyes, they’d cause a flush on the cheek of any lass. Glenn Thompson s a fellow with class, But as yet hasn’t found a suitable lass. A peppy boy is Pea er Hill, His feet are seldom ever still. Alda Anderson’s a demure little lassie, Ehit nevertheless she dresses quite classy. Carl’s complexion is his boast, Fair ladies he’s want to toast. Idelette still wears her hair in curls. However she’s a most treasured girl. Thelma Rapp has a princess air, And we’re sure she’ll be someone’s lady fair. Peg Beserock wears Russian boots you know, She says they’re simply for style, not snow. Bud Koerner is a talkative fellow, Who never yet has been called yellow. Helen Gould always dines at the Y,” Which causes Nancy to wonder why. Bill Shapiro is hale and hearty, But nevertheless he’s always tardy. Florence Reith does not like cats, She says they destroy all her rats. —b.h.s.— A foreigner called upon a lady and as he was leaving, the following conversation ensued: “I'm very sorry to have ‘cockroached’ upon your ladyship’s presence. “You’ve used the wrong word, one says ‘encroached’ instead of ‘cockroached.’ ” “Oh, of course ‘hencroached’ to your ladyship and ‘cockroached’ to his lord-ship.” 58 7 HE SENIOR [MAGNET WARRANTED TO GROW HAIR ON A TOAD I stood on the bridge at midnight, And as I was standing there, A grey bearded man explained to me, How to make a toad grow hair. One beautiful evening in June, as 1 leaned on the rail of the Brooklyn Bridge, I noticed an old man approaching. His hair dropped well over his shoulders and his beard came below his waist line. My own bald head did not go well with my trade as a barber, for every time I tried to sell a customer hair tonic he inquired if that was the kind I used. Desirous of learning how he made his hair grow so long, I stopped him and implored him to impart to me his secret. He took from the pocket of his well-worn coat, a small bottle of what to me looked like cloudy water. Spying a toad nearby, he walked over and picked it up. Taking the cork from the bottle, he put several drops of the liquid on the ♦-------------------------------— toad’s back and set it on the rail. The liquid had no sooner spread over its body until it was covered with fine black hair. The hair grew so fast that it soon hung over the rail and pulled the toad into the harbor. Beholding the miracle, I begged him to sell me the formula. After some hesitation, he gave in to my entreaties and handed me the bottle and a slip of paper, telling me to follow its directions to the extreme degree. This at a cost of $500. Again he cautioned me to be careful of the formula, as a mistake would bring disaster. The last item of the formula regulating the speed with which the hair grew. I hurried home to confide my discovery to my brother, and joint owner of the barber shop, and the next morning we put the liquid to work. We made a large supply of the liquid, following the queer formula as directed, but when we came to the last item we made it twice as strong as the other ingredients. -----------------------------------------♦ ZIMMERMAN’S Specialists in Women’s and Children’s Apparel. Headquarters of “MODE OF THE MOMENT” Suits Coats, Frocks and Accessories for the High School Miss. ZIMMERMAN’S SPECIALTY STORE QUALITY AND SERVICE SINCE 1893 ♦...............................♦ THE SENIOR [MAGNET 59 BOOM BUTLER! When you spend your money, spend it with Butler Merchants —When you save your money, place it in Butler Banks. THE SOUTH SIDE NATIONAL BANK BUTLER, PA. “Service With Courtesy” When news of this hair grower got abroad, we were so rushed with business that we were unable to handle it all the first day. This rush kept up for a week. At the end of that time, 1 believe every bald headed man in the city had hair growing on the former shiny spot. 1 had used the liquid in the bottle given me by the old man and each day my hair grew faster and thicker, and each day it had to be cut oftener and at the end of the first week, my brother did little else but cut my locks. On waking in the morning, 1 would be so surrounded by hair that 1 could hardly rise. Finally in desperation, I was forced to get the formula and mix the last two items as stated therein. I washed my head in this and my superfluous growth of hair dropped out, leaving me happy in my former bald condition. Several days later I was again crossing the bridge. I noticed a great number of barges and tow-boats under the bridge continually fishing something out of the harbor in immense buckets. Inquiring as to what they were doing, 1 learned that the harbor was blocked by hair. Then I remembered the old man’s demonstration of the toad. —b.h.s.— Behold our noble president, Who is continually chewing pepsodent; Sitting at the teacher's desk in 213, Pretending studying, when he was only flirting. || McCONNELL-THOMSON COMPANY ' DISTRIBUTORS FOR Westinghouse Batteries 112 EAST DIAMOND STREET BUTLER, PENNA. ♦________________________________——---♦ 60 THE SENIOR {MAGNET The New Season Requires New Clothes We sell only the kind that we aan absolutely guarantee. HART GRAHAM SONS CO. 143 S. MAIN ST. ♦----------------------------♦ BOOK LIST ‘Little Women”—Madie Zinn, Celie Etzel, Alda Anderson. “Three of a Kind”—Duncan, Sandy, Lawless. “The Duchess”—Elizabeth Neil. “The Beauty Shop”—Girls of 1923. “Earthbound”—Graduation. “Pride Prejudice”—Thelma Rapp and Paul Christley. “The Shiek”—Dick Steele. ‘Daddy Long Legs”—Ellsworth Davis. “Sisters”—Esther and Altha. “Heart of Gold”—EflTe Silverman. “The Girls”—Miss Orr and Miss Houston. “Vanity Fair”—Lois Brown. ‘Peg of My Heart”—Margaret Bese-rcck. “Girl of Limberlost”—Mary Walker. “Seventeen”—Carl Miller. Vicar of Wakefield —William Shapiro. ♦-----------------------------♦ H. C. Johnson Son TIRES Kelley Springfield Seiberling ATLANTIC GAS AND ACCESSORIES RADIANT FIRE STOVES On the Diamond ♦______________________________♦ ♦--------------------------♦ THE NEW GRAND O. J. SYBERT, Manager THE BEST PHOTOPLAYS PIPE ORGAN MUSIC ♦_______________________________♦ “Elsie Dinsmore”—Esther Harmon. “To Have and to Hold”—Till and Gibbie. “Tarzen of the Apes”—Paul Duncan. “A very Naughty Girl”—Marie Boyer. “Boys of True Blue”—Boys of 1923. “Sweet Girl Graduate”—Clare Koch. “Huckleberry Finn”—Lawless Jimmy. Wild and Wooly”—Ralph Schenck. “Clarence”—Glenn Thompson. “Sweet Sixteen”—Nancy Miller. “Foursquare”—Miss O’Brien. “Christine of the Young Heart”—Sara Spero. “Miss Prim”—Dolores Collinge. —b.h.s.— Miss McNees—“Show how the word ‘plenty’ is used incorrectly.” Ralph S.—“I have plenty of money— that’s incorrect.” —b.h.s.— Wonderful discovery—Perpetual Motion Machine—Lois Brown’s jaws. ♦-------------------------------4 Peo. Phone 1026-X Bell 28-W NOTICE Dealer in O. K. CHURNGOLD KERNOLNUT BUTTERINE BUTLER BUTTERINE CO. J. H. KEPPLE, Prop. 242 S. Main St. THE SENIOR [MAGNET 61 ♦— -----------------------------♦ GENUINE EASTMAN KODAKS Harvey Carey THE REXALL STORE Satisfaction a Fact THE HOME OF CARA NOME MAY WE SERVE YOU? While our business is primarily the dispensing of Drugs and Medicines, you will find your every Toilet, Stationery and sundry need here, always at reasonable prices. Liggetts, Johnson’s and Whitemanns Chocolates. Also a fresh stock of bulk candies at popular prices. VISIT OUR FOUNTAIN You will receive clean, courteous and prompt service with an unceasing desire to please. You will like our Hot Fudge; also Hot Drinks as well as our regular service. Plenty of new dishes to tempt your palate. Make our store your meeting place after school—after the show— any time. 112 SO. MAIN STREET ♦----------------------------------------------------------------------♦ Poor Ellsworth wept till he drowned many of the occupants of 201. The poor boy’s eyes were misplaced so that you could only see the lower edge of them. Little “Suds” was so ashamed of his picture that he dropped it in the snow and tore the face off it. On Glenn Thompson’s face there was a picture of self-satisfaction as he viewed his battling jaw thrust forward in an imposing manner. Nancy Miller had tears in her eyes as she saw that queenly, golden head of hers set off by a little peanut of a hat and looking for all the world like “Happy Hooligan.” Jimmy Lawless looked at his picture a long time and when asked if he liked it his answer was, “Yes-s, but it hasn’t the sweet expression about my mouth.” The photographer told Dick Hovis to cast his eyes skyward. Dick not knowing what was expected of him, tried to WIRELESS COMMUNICA TION This is Station M. O. 0. N. broadcasting from Skyburg:— I am the guy what rooms and boards (on green cheese) in the moon. In other words, I am the man-in-the-moon. 1 can see a lot of things that some A Seniors never dreamed would be seen. The other night I suddenly came from behind a big pile of sawdust shavings, and noticed—the A Seniors looking at a series of prints and 1 got the following communications from B. H. S.: If you have ever seen a blooming flower of youth laboring under the difficulty of (I) Using, or attempting to use, a safety pin where a button should repose, or (2) Having to laugh at his own jokes; you can easily fathom the expression on P. R. Christley’s face when informed that the unintelligible slip of paper in his hand represented his own likeness. 62 THE SENIOR (MAGNET obey and the result was he resembled a scared coon trying to register fright. “Sandy” must have come by his name naturally, that is, he has grit. The name “Sandy” perhaps refers to Sandman, at least that was our impression when we saw his picture, because every time we looked at it we felt sleepy. Lois Brown gazed at her image a long time and then said, “Mine are both so beautiful 1 don’t know which one to take?” But she finally decided on the one with all the teeth showing. Esther Kramer looked at hers and thought they were so good and showed her dimples so she ordered a dozen. “Shorty” Zinn gazed at hers and the longer she looked the madder she got, till she went parading back to Zuver's and asked to have them retaken. But she was refused. Last but not least, we mention Miss O’Brien. Her picture took the berries. Nothing could have been more natural. And now I’ll withdraw into my home of green cheese and if anyone is insulted tell them to send their feelings to me for doctoring. —b.h.s.— Down on the grassy river bank, Where the Butler County National Bank's Sinking Eund began to sank; I saw a bird so fair and sweet, And also a policeman on his beat, 'Tramping around with his great big feet When out of the dust rose a maiden fair, When asked for her hand, she said beware Or I am liable to pull your hair. —b.h.s.— Mr. Jenkins — “How are matches made?” Clare Koch—“Matches are made in heaven. 1 don’t know how.” —b.h.s.— “Did you know there was a wreck on the street car yesterday?” “No, what happened?” “Why, a lady had her eye on a seat and a man sat on it.” McBRIDE DECKER New Dress Silks New Wool Dress Materials New Fancy Silks New Quaker Curtains New Orinoka Draperies Kirsch Brass Curtain Rods McBRIDE DECKER THE SENIOR [MAGNET 63 ----------- EARL GROHMAN “--------- EXPERT INSTALLATION EXPERIENCED SERVICE CROSLEY HARKO SR. A fine set, consisting of a tuner and detector, $15.00. ♦ CROSLEY MODEL VI. Consists of a tuner, detector, and one step radio frequency amplification, $28.00. This symbol of quality is your tnotection. EARL GROHMAN RADIO DEALER ♦ GROHMAN'S DRUG STORE BUTLER, PENNA. 64 THE SENIOR {MAGNET ♦-----------------------------------------♦ Bobs Place For Good Eats CATERERS TO Dances Clubs House Parties SATISFACTORY SERVICE GUARANTEED BOB. HEADLAND, Proprietor South End of Viaduct BUTLER, PA. ____________________________________♦ SENIOR BRIEFS Helen Gould’s favorite fruit is pickles. George Koerner knows the participles of the Latin language backwards and forwards now. (Thanks to Mr. Hogg.) Smarty—“What is the incentive moment in ‘Henry Esmond?’” Dumbbell—“The incentive moment is where the action starts.” For Sale A Pony; very exceptional kind; green and black with a white back; slightly second-handed, was ridden every night this semester by—Inquire J. T. Hogg. Wanted A set of manners for the Freshies. For Sale Chemistry manuals; some are already eaten with acid so that an investment now would save you the trouble. Advice to Freshmen When reciting, why not be popular and recite thusly: Rise slowly; leisurely remove a large pack of chewing gum from your mouth, park it behind your ear, put your hands in your pockets, then say in clear and confident tones: “I don’t know.” “MOSE” CAMPBELL S AUTO SUPPLIES Everything For the Motorist 355 CENTER AVENUE 127 E. CUNNINGHAM STREET --Use the One Most Convenient- . ♦...............................................♦ THE SENIOR [MAGNET 65 -------------------------♦ HUNGRY? EAT AT GENE’S ♦---------------------------♦ Familiar Fiction Well, isn’t that the limit. Oh, my gosh. My Pat. No talking, girls. Isn’t that clever. Gee, but wasn’t he crabbie today? If—, we are going to have a class after school. Did you get all your arithmetic? Miss Helen Gould has just returned from Petersville (a city about as large as Saxonburg), where she spent the week-end camping. Who lives there? Helen Hindman and Esther Harmon spent Saturday in New York purchasing a sheet of paper for Miss O’Brien to write the VI period study pupils’ names on. The one she has is a complete wreck. (Thanks, girls.) ♦--------------------------- J. I. REICHARD FUNERAL DIRECTOR Successor to The Roessing Co. SPECIAL AMBULANCE SERVICE Bell 89-J Peoples 143 ♦---------------------------♦ THE INN SODA FOUNTAIN Confectionery Hot Lunch Magazines Tobacco School Supplies Patent Medicines Soft Drinks Frank Nolan 302 E. Clay St. and Franklin ♦-------------------------♦ Remember how we Seniors all prayed so earnestly for Aggie” and “Heinie” the day of the style show. This was the completion of our vow to them that we would plead their cause. Rather than have either faint before the gawky audience, thus did we. —b.h.s.— Paul Christley—“The-the-the—” Mr. Hogg— It’s all right as far as you’ve gone.” —b.h.s.— TEECHERZ Teecherz izz peepul whatt keepe kidds inn aftur skoole. They alwaze ask a lott of questshens abowt things that you wuz suppozed two studee an didn’t. Their izz too kinds of them, feminen, and anti feminen. I like bothe kinds abowt thee same, butt thee feminen wons are thee goodest lookin. ♦------------------------♦ CAMPBELL’S GOOD FURNITURE ALFRED A. CAMPBELL 337-39 South Main St. ♦______________________—♦ 66 THE SENIOR {MAGNET ♦ SUPPLIES AT' Grohman’s Drug Store ♦_------------------ McCLUNG’S 221 S. MAIN ST. Automobile Supplies Sporting Goods Oils, Greases, Tires HEARD IN 201 Miss O’Brien—“Outside.” “Peg” Beserock—“Did you get your Arithmetic?” Clare Koch—“I never opened my chemistry book.’ ’ “Jimmy” Lawless—“Lishen ear.” Carl Miller—“My word.” Ruth Goldbloom—“Isn’t that the limit, I only got 98.” Ralph Schenck—“Say, Altha, give me your horse.” Thelma Rapp—“You don’t think I’m mushy do you? Glenn Thompson—“Such is life without a wife!” Agnes Gillespie—“Well, for goodness sake!” Nancy Miller— I thought I’d die.” “Sandy”—“Forget those pictures.” John Byers—“Lend me your Arithme- Elhel Silverman—“I wanna know.” Esther Kramer—“Oh! my dear.” Esther Harmon—“Oh! gee did you get over your Virgil? Sara Spero—“Come on and dance.” Richard Hovis—“Gosh all helmlock.” “Dick” Steele—“That's the berries.” “Shorty” Zinn—“Oh, Doc.” Paul Christley—“What’s the best hair tonic?’ ’ “Bud” Koerner— You’re not so nice looking.” Idellette Cruickshank— Gosh, how dumb.” Gilbert Anderson—“Where, where?” Altha Moore—“Oh, for crying out ir tears.” —b.h.s.— Sophomore— I simply can’t do Latin.” Senior— Oh, that’s easy enough. All you require is a little pony sense.” THE SENIOR TM AG N E T 67 For the Boy in High School SUITS With an Extra Pair of Matching Trousers at $28.= M. L. ISRAEL 142 S. MAIN ST. ♦--------------------------------♦ “HGW SAD” When in the silence of the night, There occurred, out our way. a great big fight; The parties, in turn, were not well matched, So the stronger threw the weaker in a potato patch; The fight kept up until a very late hour, Or about the time the clock struck three in the court house tower. The cause of the fight I did not know, What I did know was this—It started to snow; The wind put a terrible howl, And the two men at each other did scowl; What became of the two men I never heard, And many did say, it’s good there wasn’t a third. Customer— How do you sell your cheese?” Storekeeper—“That’s what I’d like to know myself, madam.” —b.h.s.— In order that Miss Wigton will not miss us so much, we, the undersigned, have decided to get her a talking machine to set in the corner of the typewriting room. After we leave, we do not want her nerves to give way under the strain of such a quiet period as it would be without us. Harold Sandbach James G. Lawless Paul Duncan Carl McMurray Victor Bachman Carlyle Shoemaker Harold Ray —b.h.s.— Miss O’Brien ses: “A fool is funniest in his own eyes.” Martincourt Daugherty Carry the Largest Line of Trunks, Bags and Suit Cases in Butler County. No matter what kind of a Bag or Trunk you want, we have it. 128 East Jefferson Street BUTLER, PA. THE SENIOR MAGNET 69 CLOTHIERS AND FURNISHERS FOR MEN AND BOYS Well-dressed Men are Well-fitted Men. “Fit never goes out of style.” Our clothes are as correct in fit as they are in fashion. HICKEY-FREEMAN CLOTHES FOR MEN AND YOUNG MEN SAM PECK CLOTHES FOR BOYS GYM SUITS ATHLETIC SWEATERS IDE COLLARS AND SHIRTS 136 SOUTH MAIN STREET BUTLER, PA. ----------------------------------------------♦ INTERESTING FACTS On Dec. 5, Miss Purvis forgot to give us a test in Higher Algebra. We feel sl.e’s losing her memory. On Dec. 4, Carlyle and Esther had a fight over what, nobody knows. On Dec. 19, a miracle happened. Paul Christley evidently gave his pony some hair tonic for he recited in Vergil without making a single error. Sh! 'Tis rumored about that Miss O'Brien received a pair of rubber heels for Christmas. We wonder who made her such a useful present and wish to thank them heartily. A few days before the play “The Deacon’s Second Wife,” Ellsworth Davis presented Clare Koch with a book entitled “Good Housekeeping.” The Seniors who took tne Erench final wish to thank Mr. Irvine in his thoughtfulness in choosing songs. They were, “O Paradise,” “Joy to the World,” “There’s a Good Time Coming, Help It On.” A new culprit has been found who seems to know something about the rapid destruction of seats in 201. He is Carl McMurray. Three rings have been broken from his seat in the last week. Who’d a thunk it. Battlefield 201 received the shock of its life the other day when Maddy appeared and lo, she was y2 of an inch taller. Upon investigation, however, it was found she only had on a new pair of high heeled shoes. On December 13, Ethel Silverman GRAND UNION TEA CO. Two Coffees with a National Reputation forPurityandStrength 112 WEST JEFFERSON STREET PEOPLES PHONE 173-K ♦ 70 THE SENIOR {MAGNET actually prayed in English class not to be called on. The other day Miss O’Brien on hearing an awful racket in the cloakroom, thought she had come upon the guilty one who broke the pointer last year, but was disappointed to find that it was only Ralph Schenck doing an Indian war dance. Nancy Miller, Ruth Goldbloom and Esther Harmon were never late or never sent to study hall since they started school. Mark Dec. 5, on your calendar as a red letter day! Helen Gould appeared with her hair curled. The girls on Center Avenue have to leave earlier as Vic’s flivver is out of commission. “Peg” Beserock’s favorite used to be “Black Jack,” but now we hear it is “Bill.” On November 24, three great events happened in 201 : Paul Christley got a hair cut; Bill Shapiro and Jimmy Lawless came at ten minutes after one. ♦--------------------------------------- Sandy can’t be bribed. One day Miss Wigton offered him a penny to be quiet for one minute. He didn’t get the penny. On December 5, Carlyle Shoemaker spoke to Miss Wigton. On December 6. James Kottraba was five minutes late all day. The other day we missed Madaline Zinn, and in the afternoon we found her in Vic Bachman’s coat pocket. November 29 was important because Miss O'Brien failed to take her post at the rear door of the Battlefield 201. December 7, Paul Duncan got balled out for winking at the girls during music period. Ellsworth Davis cut the fringe off his pants. October 5, Gilbert Anderson forgot to journey around to Prof. Hogg’s office to comb his pretty hair. Bud Koerner cut the pearl buttons off his pants. Imagine Carl McMurray winning a speed test in typewriting. Sara Spero got a much-needed hair cut. -----------------------------------♦ COMPLIMENTS OF J. G. W. Campbell THE SENIOR CM A G N E T 71 W. J. OFFUTT CO. BUTLER NEW CASTLE BUTLER’S LEADING CASH PRICE DEPARTMENT STORE Now Ready With a Complete Line of CARPETS, RUGS, WALL PAPER, DRAPERIES, DRY GOODS, MEN’S FURNISHINGS, CHINA AND GLASSWARE. W. J. OFFUTT CO. On October 6, Johnny Byers had his arithmetic problems, so he didn’t need to copy them from Dick Ashbaugh or Vic Bachman. Joe Rigby said that as soon as he finished school he was going back to the coal mines. Elorence Reith powuers her nose just 1767J4 times during the day. Elizabeth Neil says she don’t believe in girls using either powder or paint. And she practices what she preaches, she says. --B.H.S.-- Remember when Jimmy Lawless came in the 5 and 10 last summer and bought twenty post cards for his boss and then returned ten minutes later demanding a refund, as it was cartridges he had been sent for. —B.H.S.— What ship carries the greatest number of passengers? Courtship. OUT OUR WA Y To a ioo not far from our home, Ahey went to spend the day, And in his pocket he placed a mouse, Eor, to get into the zoo with a very light heart, But came hack with a heavier one, in a way. For when he got to the ioo at three, The doorkeeper surely made him flee; A bey run and he run, and he run, Until he looked like a bottle of bayrum. At last to the amusement of the crowds, he was caught; The doorkeeper explained and said he that, He was one of his pet apes who liked to run. —B.H.S.— Miss O’Brien is the landlady, We the boarders fifty; Without her we would go crazy, And meet our doom as lazy. 72 T H E SEN 10 R IMAGNET THE LEADER 109 SOUTH MAIN STREET—BUTLER a ■ SPECIALISTS IN APPARELING FOR WOMEN and GIRLHOOD DEAR READER: We are sure that you have experienced the thrill of satisfaction that comes from being the first among your friends to sponsor a new style; first to appear on the street or some social function costumed in a new season’s costume. In fact it is because we know you to be alive to fashion’s fancies, and to the charm distinctive costumes lend to one’s attractiveness that you are particularly invited to view our exclusive display of first Spring Fashions. Although the stage for Spring Fashions is not fully set, the prolougue is on. Yes, a very few exclusive costumes have parted the curtain, slipped through and are here, hinting at what is to come. There are Frocks of Printed, Canton and Flat Crepes as well as TafTetas distinguished by circular tiers on a slightly bouffant skirt. In coats of twill or nappy fabrics, soft browns and a silver grey are shown with a cape back or cape sleeves varying on otherwise pencil silhouette—it doesn't seem as though you could mistake Spring, 1923’s, versions of the mode. Each day brings new arrivals to heighten the attractiveness of this first showing. We hope that tomorrow may bring you to see them. Yours very truly, High School Section Stylish Stouts Coats, Wraps, Millinery Suits Furs Frocks Blouses and Skirts The Electric Shop 115 W. Jefferson St. The Home of Things Electrical ELECTRIC APPLIANCES— WIRING FIXTURES AND SUPPLIES. JOHN E. FLACK, Prop. “Class ’99” ♦------------------------------— ♦ DO ESN’7' IT GET YOUR GOAT? To see Miss Purvis shoving you along To get one hour study hall for being late. Not to be allowed to talk in chapel. To study three hours every night. To climb from the first to the third floor. Not to be allowed to snowball. Not to get refreshments between periods. Not to be allowed to use ponies. Not to be allowed to make up work. To get a zero. To see a freshman in 201. To be perched on the stage. To get a bum typewriter. To be deprived of the mirror. To be rushed on spelling day. When a speaker makes a short speech in chapel. To see Bud Koerner’s split trousers. To freeze in chapel all the time. ♦------------------------------ McDOWELL’S Laundry and Dry Cleaning Peoples 21 Bell 150-W 405 South McKean Street ♦______________________________♦ To sing the same old song in music. To hear the same announcement for four years. To hear Suds Duncan say, “Well, well.” To hear Sara Spero sing. To see Lois Brown rolling her eyes. To see Clare Koch when she doesn't have a smile for you. When Nancy Claire can’t sit still. When Jimmie collects dues. When there’s a test in shorthand. When we have to clean inkwells for the freshmen. When we have to clean the typewriters. When the freshmen ransack our desks. When we don’t get the Magnet on time. When we don’t show our best pep. To have to miss chapel for some old play. In fact most everything gets a Senior's goat. Quality Shoes only HUSELTON’S SHOE STORE SINCE 1867 SINCE 1903 We have consistently and unerringly followed the policy of dealing only in absolutely reliable jewelry retailed at an honest and conservative profit. Ralston Smith HALLMARK 125 South Main St. 74 THE SENIOR EM A G N E T ♦----------------------------♦ GO TO HILDEBRAND’S FOR Fresh Home-Dressed Meats and Pure Lard 135 North Main Street BUTLER, PA. —__________________________♦ One day last summer, Pluma Hilliard invited Joseph Rigby out to her home in Petersville. This being Joseph’s first visit to the country, he was being shown around the place by Pluma’s father. A cow was grazing in a neighboring field and Joe asked Mr. Milliard what those those white things were on the animal’s head. “Horns, the farmer replied. Presently a loud bawl was heard and Joe, turning, asked, Which horn did he blow?” --B.H.S.- Ob, for the life of an Eskimo, In the land of ice and snow; No income tax, no high rent, At ninety-two below. --B.H.S.- Senior—“Here’s how you do it, why it’s so simple.” Soph—“So are you.” —B.H.S.— Of all sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are these, “I’ve flunked again. ALGEBRA Boy+Gum=Study 1 lall. 100—40=Spanking (at home). Student—Lesson=Zero. —B.H.S.— Astronomy is 1 derful, And interesting 2; The earth 3 volves around the sun, Which makes a year 4 you. The moon is dead and calm, By law of phy 6 great; It 7 where the stars alive, Do nightly scintil 8. If watchful Providence be 9, With good in 10 tions fraught; Did not keep up its grand design, We soon should come to 0. Astronomy is 1 derful, But its 2 mighty 4, I man 2 grasp, and that is why I’d better say no more. Surely, good sir, you follow me? It is as plain as A B C; Repeat it in a treble clef, Eor I am rather D E F. THE SENIOR IMAGNET lb INEXPENSIVE AMUSEMENTS Looking at the legs on the chairs dur-ng typewriting period. James Lawless chewing Sandy’s gum. Watching Russian boots taking girls through the halls of B. H. S. Listening to Miss O’Brien give a “cute guy” some advice. Watching Nancy Miller as the gang wink at her. Noticing the expressions of Miss Wig-ton's face as she hears the result of the Senior’s speed test. Counting the members of the Red Headed Club” during chapel. Watching the blank expression on Shorty Zinn’s face while she is trying to puzzle out her transcript. Watch Dick Hovis trying to follow the notes in Senior music. We notice that Harold Ray’s hair is turning gray trying to get bookkeeping for Miss O’Brien. Listening to one of our trio, Madaline ♦---------------------------------- Zinn, Esther McChesney and Mary Walker transcribing their shorthand at noon for the other two’s benefit. They take turns. Listening to Miss O’Brien informing her students of No. 201 who persist in having a social gathering back in the cloak room before school begins, to get Outside.” Being disturbed by Bud Koerner’s loud tone of voice he exercises during study period four, in 201 in conversion with Marie Boyer, and then by Miss Doerr reminding him to please be quiet and set a better example for the freshmen. (A poor example is he.) Watching Miss Brier shoving out the A Seniors from 201 before she can begin her teaching the freshmen their penmanship lesson. Oh, it really is heart-rending to listen to Miss Parker trying to tame down those Senior boys during either sixth or seventh periods. She decelares they re- ----------------------------------- —4 CLOTHING AND FURNISHINGS GeaKetterer GSori 76 THE SENIOR {MAGNET ♦----------------------------------------♦ MILLER’S New System Bakery 125 W. JEFFERSON ST. BUTLER, PA. TRY OUR BREAD, FRENCH PASTRY, PIES AND CAKES MADE IN SIGHT BY MEN IN WHITE ►_______________________________________♦ mind her of some Old Ladies Sewing Circle.” Nothing new to see Madaline Zinn and Doc Caldwell, Till Janner and Gibbie Anderson or Mary Ketcher and George Grace walking through the hall. By the way, don’t forget to notice Bud Koerner talking to Ruth Green and Charlotte Hill when on the third hall; Marie Boyer on the second floor, and who on the first. Going to a school dance and seeing Esther K. with the best looking chap there having the time of her life. Seeing Nancy, Sandy, Duncan and Jimmy on their way to the Magnet office —where they spend a lot of time working on the Magnet. Listening to our Honorable President Sandy giving our instructions and laying down the law to us A Seniors. Listening to Gib Anderson, Dick Ash-baugh and Ted Kottraba entertain us the fourth period with nasal tones. Watching Mr. Hogg illustrate his famous Vergil lecture by blackboard drawings. Listening to Mr. Jenkins explain the Electron Theory” to Mr. Gibson. To watch Jimmy Lawless sing when he gets real enthusiastic. Some faces! To watch Lois Brown chew gum. To listen _ to Peg Beserock raving about her freshman Rudolph Valentino. To hear LeNora rave over a wonderful pianist. To see Miss Purvis drop her jaw and say, “Oh, Patience!” To see Ellsworth Davis trying to vamp Dot Doerr. To hear Sandy make a speech on how to behave in music period—Then look how he acts. To watch Peazer turn his ankles in and go through all the other crazy antics he does. See Our Window Display For Ladies’ and Young Men’s Styles -STUDENTS- VTou will always find the Newest Styles in Highest Grade Footwear at this Store at Lowest Prices. MORRIS KOSCHIK CO. The Guaranty Shoe Store 116 EAST JEFFERSON STREET THE SENIOR [MAGNET 77 THE LAND PILOTS SERMON The Right Reverend Paul D. Christ-ley sat alone in his study. His thoughts were wandering. He was thinking hard to find a text for next Sunday's sermon which would stir the hearts of the people. He opened his Bible and lo, it opened where Samson had his hair cut by the Philistines. “It is an inspiration, he exclaimed. So sitting down in his chair he began to write. “There are but two things in this world that bring disaster. First women and then the loss of your hair. If Samson would not have married, his life would have been more peaceful and free from trouble. Women always bring about your destruction, whether it be to pull your hair out or to betray it to your enemies. I trust brethren, that you will follow in the ways of your pastor’s footsteps and neither get married nor have your hair cut. —b.h.s.— Bud—“I hear you are hauling the ladies around in your car? Ted—“No, I haven't the nearest thing 1 have had to a girl in my car is a miss in the engine. —b.h.s.— An officer was showing an old lady over the battleship. “This,” said he, pointing to an inscribed plate on the deck, “is where our gallant captain fell. “No wonder,” replied the old lady, “I nearly slipped on it myself. IF YOU ARE ONE OF BUTLER’S PARTICULAR DRESSERS, COME HERE FOR YOUR NEXT SUIT, OVERCOAT OR HAT WM. ROCKENSTEIN 141 S. Main Street BUTLER, PA. ♦____________________________________♦ 78 THE SENIOR {MAGNET BUTLER ENGINE FOUNDRY CO. GAS ENGINES 13 TO 35 H. P. GRAVITY FEED, FORCE FEED OR SPLASH LUBRICATION. HOT TUBES, JUMP SPARK OR MAKE AND BREAK IGNITION. TWO TYPES ONE WAY CLUTCHES 14 TO 48 DIAMETER. TWO TYPES REVERSIBLE CLUTCHES 14 TO 24 DIAMETER. CATALOG ON REQUEST. THE SENIOR {MAGNET 79 ♦--------------------------♦ REED’S Whitman’s Chocolates “RUN TO REED’S” ♦__________________________♦ What’s the most dangerous word in the English language?’’ Stumbles. Because you get a tumble between the first and last letter.’’ —b.h.s.— The other night I had a dream, Of our notable class 20 years from now. I saw Joseph Rigby, parson of a church, Ralph Schenck pulling teeth until it hurt; Jimmy and Clare as happy as can be, And Madaline Zinn holding an afternoon tea; But the funniest thing of all, to my eyes, Was Carl helping Nancy bake some pies. --B.H.S.- Once there was a man who tried to please everybody. He died in the poor house. —b.h.s.— Ed quit smoking, So did Bill; They smoked last, In a powder mill. ♦--------------------------♦ ASK FOR DIEHL’S BREAD SOLD BY ALL GROCERS ♦____________ ♦------------------------——♦ W. H. O'Brien Son 132 East Jefferson St. THE WELSBACH GAS STOVE Best and cheapest on the market. ♦__________________________♦ Mary had a little lamb, The butcher killed it dead; Now it goes to school with her, Between two hunks of bread. —b.h.s.— When does 3 minutes equal an hour? When you are three minutes late and Mr. Irvine gives you an hour in study hall. --B.H.S.- “Come on right in, Sambo,” the farmer called out. “He won’t hurt you. You know a barking dog never bites.” “Sur boss, ah knows dat,” replied the cautious colored man, “but ah don’t know how soon he’s gwine to stop barkin’!” - b.h.s.— Senior—“I lived on water five days last summer, and didn’t lose a pound.” Freshie—“You did? How wonderful!” Senior— Yes, from Liverpool to New York.” Hart Graham Co. QUALITY IN GROCERIES 118 E. Cunningham St. Butler, Pa. ♦--------------------------♦ 80 THE SENIOR [MAGNET FRIEDMAN’S MARKET No. I. 120-122 W. Jefferson St. No. II. 370 E. Jefferson St. No. III. 194 Race St. Honest Quality—Fair Dealing BUTLER’S FINEST AND LARGEST PURE FOOD MARKETS We forced the meat prices down and are holding them down. 120-122 W. JEFFERSON ST. Bell Phone 315 Peoples Phone 325 THE FUTURUS In January, 1940. Mr. Ted Kottraba entertained the Music Club in his home last Friday night. The announcement of Matilda Jan-ner's marriage to Gilbert Anderson was held at the Roof Garden Saturday night. Miss Sally Lee Spero, the famous movie actress, will appear in co-operation with her manager, Mr. C. McMurry, at the local opera house. Bud Koerner visited his old friend, Suds Duncan. 1 le found Suds recuperating from a dangerous illness. Heart failure! We notice by the latest Moving Picture World that Miss Louise de Fogie is starring as vampire with the Panamount Film Co. Paul Christley has returned from southern Africa, where he did some very famous missionary work. Harold Sandbach has received word from the Patent Office of the United States that he has been awarded the prize for his new invention. Miss Nancy Miller, valedictorian of the class of January, ’23, is now a famous lecturer on Chautauqua entertainments. Madam Lois Nazi Brown is conducting a beauty parlor where the shoe shine parlor was located in 1920, near the Lyric. Carl Miller, with his wife Agnes, are now caretakers of the poor house. Ethel Silverman is now private secretary to the President of China, and is expected shortly to join the reunion of the class of ’23. Victor Bachman is now the owner of a large number of garages in which he keeps his first Ford, which we all remember. Alda Anderson is visiting her friend, GEORGE KETTERER Good Reliable Furniture 222 SOUTH MAIN STREET PEOPLES PHONE 821-A BUTLER, PA. THE SENIOR [MAGNET 81 ♦---------------------------------------------------------------'♦ The Service of Butler’s Most Complete Men’s Store Is not merely a nice sounding phrase,—it is one of the definite and real things that make this store stand out from that of the average clothier and Is one of the big reasons why we are making so many new customers. Specializing in Clothes for Young Men KUPPENHEIMER “GOOD CLOTHES” MANHATTAN SHIRTS TRIMBLE HATS Louise York. LeNora Thompson is assisting Clare Koch, the famous violinist, as pianist with the opera company. Helen Hindman is now chef at the Nixon hotel, assisted by I Ielen Gould and Ruth Goldbloom. Dick Ashbaugh is now professor at Carnegie Tech and he was visited by a committee of 1923, headed bv Mr. Dick Hovis. Elizabeth Kalina, the famous typist, has been offered a position as Mr. Irvine’s private secretary, but has refused, saying she can not desert her present employer, Mr. Joseph Rigby. Carlyle Shoemaker announces the opening of his harness shop, assisted by Dick Steel and William Shapero. --B.H.S.— ‘‘Auntie, did you ever get a proposal?” inquired the niece. ‘‘Once dear. A gentleman talking to me over the phone asked me to marry him, but he had the wrong number.” HOW “HELL” ORIGINATED 500 II. C. there lived a king, One day this king he bought a ring; A girl received it in a carriage, A nd now you see the king’s sad marriage. The king’s last name was Helliard, He put it on a calling card; His wife of course she had a name. It was the same as his, a shame. He praised his name and all they knew, He told his wife just what to do; His wife got mad and not to blame, She took leave and tore the name. But he maddened, caught her dress, She got mad and not the less; She said the name was hers the more, And if they parted the name she’d tore. And so they parted—and sad to hear, He married another and called her dear. But lo their name was sad to tell, Wife one got the last part and he got Hell. —By the Devil. SAM COHN GOOD CLOTHES—NOTHING ELSE Butler’s Most Complete Men’s Store de Fogie, at Brooklyn, New ♦--------------------------------- If you have a sweet tooth, before or after school, get rid of it at—WHERE? “CUMMINGS” OF COURSE (Everybody knows where Cummings is.) ♦__________________________________♦ 82 THE SEXIOR IMAGXET AN OPPORTUNITY FOR THE YOUNG MAN ABOUT TO GRADUATE TO POSSESS A SNAPPY Stein-Bloch or Styleplus Suit or O’coat AT SAVINGS FROM 20% TO 50% IN OUR ANNUAL SALE OR A PAIR OF Florsheim Shoes or Winter Oxfords AT REDUCED PRICES SUBSTANTIAL SAVINGS IN ALL DEPARTMENTS Avail Yourself of the Opportunity at KIRKPATRICK BROS. THE STORE FOR LAD AND DAD PROCRAST1XA TIO.X My friends, have you beard of the tout: of Yaren, On the banks of the River Slow; Where blooms the wait aw bile flover fair. And the soft go easies grovef It lies in the valley of What’s-tbe-use, It lies in the province of Let-ker-slide, That old “tired feeling” is native there. It's the borne of the listless I-don’t-care Where the Put-it-offs abide. The Put-it-offs smile veben asked to pay up. And they say, We’ll do it tomorrow. And so they delay from day until day. Till death slides up and steals them away. And class treasures beg, steal, or borrow. —Exchange. Two jags were returning home after a big spree lasting nearly all night. ‘ Don't your wife miss you on these occasions?” asked one. “Not often, replied the other, She throws pretty straight.” —b.h.s.— A traveler who believed himself to be the sole survivor of a ship-wreck on a cannibal island hid for three days in terror of his life. Finally driven out by hunger, he discovered a thin whisp of smoke issuing from a point inland Crawling there cautiously on his hands and knees he arrived just in time to hear a raucous voice demand: ‘Why the blinkety-blank-blank did you play that blank-blanked card?” Praise the Lord! gasped the survivor kneeling devoutly. “They're Christians THE SENIOR EM AGNET 83 Peoples Phone 94 Bell Phone 142-R R. W. COVERT Dealer in General Merchandise 351 CENTER AVENUE -----------♦ Two Helen's have we, Too had it's not three; To the Gould we refer, To‘the Hindman so fair. —b.h.s.— D. Steele— Last night I was down at Duncan’s place and he had a full house.” M. Bashman— How many were there? D. Steele—“Three aces and a pair of queens.” —b.h.s.— Nancy Miller has accused Carl Mc-Murray of becoming a rival for the honor of being the fattest person in 201. As evidence, she points out that his seat is unable to hold his added weight, as all the slats are out and the back is rapidly giving way. It will be remembered that Nancy won the championship last April when her seat became unable to hold her and fell apart. -------------------------♦ DR. KOTTRABA Dentist [JANUARY THRIFT SALE WONDERFUL VALUES [ BIG REDUCTIONS CHARGE IT UNION STORE 117 NORTH MAIN ST. ♦-----------------------------♦ The other day I was over at the church and we had a big argument—the preacher bet his lunch against mine that he could swallow a doughnut whole. Well, I bet him he couldn’t and then he asked me to hand him the hole. —b.h.s.— Who can tell me where is the home of the swallow?” the teacher asked a class. 1 kin,” replied Horace, proudly; It’s in the stummick.” —b.h.s.— Nancy Miller—“Gee, I’m distinguished. I get a special gown for commencement.” Voice — Distinguished the deuce! You’re just fat.” --B.H.S.— Didn’t you see Jimmy?” demanded Mrs. Smith. I did,” said Mr. Smith. “He was playing ball and when 1 saw him he was on second base.” “Well, why didn’t you bring him home?” My dear, I wasn’t in the game. It was up to the batsman to bring him home.” Better Photography ZUVER STUDIO H. S. Sheffler, Prop. T H E SENIOR £M A G N E T 85 DOMESTIC COAL QUALITY and SERVICE TO SATISFY THE MOST CRITICAL ANY QUANTITY ANY TIME ANYWHERE VANMOR COAL CO. That young man who calls on you twice a week stays too late. You will have to sit down on him.” Why, I do, mamma.” —b.h.s.— The fellow in the next room to me last night made an awful lot of noise, his wooden leg pained him.” How could that be?” His wife hit him over the head with it.” —b.h.s.— 1 want a dog collar?” “Yes, sir,” replied the absent-minded man behind the counter. “What size do you wear?” Daughter — Father, you shouldn’t have kicked George last night. I know you nearly broke his heart.” Father—‘‘1 didn’t come anywhere near his heart! —b.h.s.— Say, I thought that man that passed us on the street today was a friend of yours?” He used to be. That’s the fellow that introduced me to my wife.” —b.h.s.— A lady told Johnson she was pleased to find no improper words in his dictionary. Ah,” said he, You have been looking for them.” DAINTY LUNCHEONS AND DINNERS Special Business Men and Women’s Lunch at Noon ROSE TEA GARDENS 216 SOUTH MAIN ST. BUTLER, PA. 86 THE SENIOR [MAGNET ♦ SEND YOUR DRY CLEANING TO THE OLD RELIABLE FISHER’S CLEANING WORKS Established 1894 A. FISHER, Prop. Both Phone' ! ♦___________________________—— — It was in the summer before the winter of the year 1925, that the illustrious class of Jan. ’23 held a reunion at Alameda Park. The class met in a body in 201 at ten minutes to nine, from whence they proceeded to the delicious picnic grounds, arriving about nine-thirty, because the water in the Connoquenessing was so shallow that the ladies and gents had to wade where it was impossible to row. Miss O’Brien piloted the ship. The crew consisted of the heavyweights of the class, namely, Sara Spero, Madeline Zinn, Clare Koch, Alda Anderson, and Richard Ashbaugh. To them went the credit of the careful voyage. Cecilia Etzel was exceedingly angry at not being chosen a member of the crew and if she didn’t rave the whole time and spoil all the fun; it was disgusting. When arriving at the park the gate was closed and securely fastened with twenty-three padlocks. 1 iarold Sand-bach chewed these off and then there was a grand scramble to see who wouldn’t be last getting into the park. Everybody landed inside the park except Miss O’Brien and she soon came in and the _____________________________________♦ first thing we knew she was on the merry-go-round and just about exhausted from holding Helen Gould and Nancy Miller on the horses. Nancy was screeching so loudly that we couldn’t help hear her. The crowd stood gasping until Miss O’Brien got the girls off and then everybody wanted to go on the sliding board, but Esther Harmon, and she was determined she was going to get some chewing gum, because she had found a penny, and she declared that she hadn’t had any gum since we left High. She chewed so much that we wonder her teeth weren’t worn out. If it hadn’t been for Carl Miller, the whole affair would have been a failure. He told us of his chance in life, that he was going on the stage with his wife, Agnes, as Mary Pickford. —b.h.s.— Mrs. Tizzletop overheard her son Johnny swearing like a trooper. “Why, Johnny,” she exclaimed, “Who taught you to swear like that?” “Taught me to swear,” exclaimed Johnny, “Why it’s me who teaches the other boys.” Everything in Footwear KETTERER BROS. 224 SOUTH MAIN STREET THE SENIOR [MAGNET 87 -------------'♦ Play is no longer associated solely with childhood pastimes. It is recognized as being just as necessary for the boy of sixty as for h i s grandchild — and Spalding’s can equip them both equally well. The Spalding trade mark on an athletic implement insures satisfaction and service. 'snp 'M toJ. 608 Wood St. Pittsburgh Local Dealer—Lichty’s ♦_________________________________♦ DESCRIPTION OF A CHEMISTRY TEA TOWEL One day Helen Hindman and Esther Harmon were seen to he very enthusiastically discussing some important matter when Helen Gould and Marie Boyer happened along. Inquisitive as ever, they joined the two and I found that the rivalry lay in the description of the tea towel, dust cloth, or floor rag, or whatever you call it that was used in chemistry. They each held one of these objects in hand and the debate was which was the better. Both former girls took the affirmative. Marie took chemistry and so she thought she could tell which cloth was the better. She picked up one cloth, the one Esther was debating for and the acid ate one of her finger nails so she decided in favor of Helen Hindman. She worked with that Helen in Chemis- try, so maybe that’s the reason. Then Helen Gould got a chance to express her idea. Of course she didn’t know anything about Chemistry because she takes Bookkeeping from Miss O’Brien and so she said she would figure up the one which was the better. She first got the trial balance (her hobby), and then by careful, multiqddition, the answer came out in favor of Esther, so the day ended no more perfectly for either contestant. —b.h.s.— “What is a profitless enterprise?” “Telling hair-raising stories to a bald-headed man. —b.h.s.— “Why didn’t you eat your breakfast this morning?” “’Twasn’t fit for a hog to eat.” —b.h.s.— lie—“What charming eyes you have!” She—“I’m glad you like them. They were a birthday present.” 0. N. Williams Bro. 120 S. MAIN ST. ♦------ --,-----------♦ 88 Small Accounts are welcome at this “Helpful Bank” and will receive the same courteous attention as the larger ones. “Big enough to serve you—Not too hig to appreciate your account99 Guaranty Trust Company THE SENIOR IMAGNET 89 H. E. McCLAIN R. B. WALDRON McCLAIN WALDRON Jewelers WATCH REPAIRING OUR SPECIALTY Phone 144 111 North Main Street BUTLER, PA. IN ROOM 201 In Room 201—yes in number 201—our class of Jan. ’23, has been stationed since September, 1921, and the best of it is that the term and one-half of our high school days will never be forgotten but remembered as happy days. Surely Room 201 will be lonely and may be a bit more quiet after we are gone—especially a few of our small number. Won’t .Miss O’Brien be relieved when our girls, whom she had to remind continually to please “stop that talking” are gone, also when she won’t need to make so many trips back where she informed us that we were in there long enough to have our wraps off and to go to our seats. Above all, won’t the last seat in the last row get lonely for its occupant, Nancy, for whom it was made special. Bv the way, remember our girls who sat in the back of the room last term and who persisted in continuous conversation—who are now separated— there is 1 lelen Gould and Ruth Gold-bloom occupying the first two seats in the front of the room and Nancy Miller and Altha Moore, yes, and Esther Harmon, still in the back. We shall never forget the trouble wecaused Miss O’Brien. But we will declare that Miss O’Brien has the right system and has it down pat. Eor instance in giving out our pencils and tablets—we all knew we must take our turn, and our absence blanks, they must be in on time or we knew' why. That was all right and good—we shall never forget Room 201 of Butler Senior I ligh School and our good old friend. Miss O’Brien who was always ready to help us with our tasks and duties, lessons and, above all, our parties. —b.h.s.— First Girl—“Oh dear, I’ve lost my green bow. Second Girl—“How perfectly awful. What did he look like?” ♦----------------------------------------------------♦ Peo. Phone 1188 Bell Phone 40-R UNITED STATES BOTTLING COMPANY Manufacturers of High Grade Beverages EXCLUSIVE FRANCHISE BOTTLERS OF ORANGE CRUSH AND HIRES ROOT BEER And Distributors of BUCK BEVERAGES ♦____________________________________________________♦ 90 THE SENIOR [MAGNET Scene: McKean Street school bldg. Time: Seven years ago today. Characters: Ruth Goldbloom, Esther Harmon, Miss Goehring. Act I. Ruth writes a note to Esther and strategetically gets it delivered. Esther’s reply is waylaid and the teacher, Miss Goehring, grabs the note and reads it. Act II. After school both girls stand facing the teacher. Esther with a multitude of tears streaming down her face, promises never to write another note in all her life. Of course the teacher demands a confession from Ruth, but defiant as ever, she refused to cry, because it was all Esther’s fault. —b.h.s.— MAGNET PRINTING Call at Magnet Printing for bids on calling cards, or signs. First class work assured. Profits donated to High School Pipe Organ Fund. Come in and inspect our new printing press. A stout woman said to a little boy: “Can you tell me if 1 can get through this gate to the park?” He said: “I guess so. A load of hay just went through.” —b.h.s.— Tommy—“Won’t you git sick?” Willie—“Naw! I’ve smoked for years Me fodder smoked fish, me grandfodder smoked hams, and I smoke everything I git me hands on.” —b.h.s.— Fresh—“What can we do tonight? Soph—“Let’s go around to the cemetery and dig up a couple of girls.” —b.h.s.— “They’re selling birds over in the drug store. I just went over and got a swallow.” —b.h.s.— A Michigan minister closed his remarks at a funeral by saying: “An opportunity will now be given to pass around the bier.” He meant all right.’’ THE BUTLER BUSINESS COLLEGE Offers Special Work for High School Graduates ADVANCED COURSES Banking and Bank Book- Dictaphone and Typewriting keeping Coaching for C. P. A. and American Institute Examinations Corporation Accounting and Law Cost Accounting (Nicholson, LaSalle Rowe, etc.) Filing and Typewriting Public Accounting and Auditing Reporting Course Post-graduate work in typewriting, shorthand dictation, bookkeeping, etc. Credit Will Be Given for Work Already Done STUDENTS MAY ENROLL AT ANY TIME IN EITHER DAY OR EVENING CLASSES A. F. REGAL, Principal Peoples Phone 271-K 319 S. MAIN ST. Bell Phone 420-J BUTLER, PA. THE SENIOR [MAG N E T 91 ♦---------------------------♦ McBRIDE’S Tea Room FANCY CANDY AND CONFECTIONS ♦___________________________♦ Magistrate—“You admit you stole the pig?” Prisoner—“I ’ave to.” Magistrate—“Very well, then. There has been a lot of pig-stealing going on lately, and 1 am going to make an example of you, or none of us will be safe.” —b.h.s.— “Say it with flowers,” yelled the actor as he dodged the cabbage head. THE FASHION SHOP 213 South Main Street BUTLER'S EXCLUSIVE APPAREL SHOP Advance Showing of Spring Costumes ♦------------------------- ♦ Green Young The Home of ; Hart Schaffner Marx Clothes ; None Better _________♦ READ THE CLASSIFIED PAGE “SENIOR MAGNET” Want Ads Wanted—A man to sell dogs who can speak French. Wanted—A rabbit by a little boy with brown ears. Wanted—A stove by a man with four legs. Wanted—A cane by a man with an ivory top. Wanted—By a family, four furnished rooms with no children. Wanted—Girls for selling candy at Moore’s grocery store. Girls with a sweet tooth need not apply . Wanted—Experienced waitress. Apply at Anderson’s Restaurant. Blonds preferred. Wanted—To buy a horse by a man weighing about 1400 lbs. Wanted—A stenographic position by a girl with speed. ♦----------------------------♦ LON GREEN The Home of Good Shoes 251 S. Main St. BUTLER, PA. ♦--------------------------♦ 92 THE SENIOR [MAGNET ♦---------------------------------- i Individuality is the keynote of all “Reliable Shoes”— the graceful lines, the custom-built look that distinguishes them from the ordinary footwear. And with our low prices, you receive the greatest shoe values possible. Located Between Mifflin and North Streets 142 NORTH MAIN ST. BUTLER, PA. THE HOME OF HIGH GRADE FOOTWEAR FOR LESS MONEY THE SENIOR [MAGNET 93 HFIVE dollar bill and a ten dollar bill look very much alike except for the figures, but spend them and—one goes twice farther than the other. And so it is with Cleeland Glasses—their value is demonstrated in performance. D. L CLEELAND’S SON Established 1881 OPTOMETRIST OPTICIAN BUTLER, PENNA - PUBLIC SALE Public Sale—The undersigned offers for public sale, the following articles formerly owned by the tenants of 201: 1. Old fashioned dress; good value for next Senior Reception. 2. Five slightly soiled powder puffs 3. One slightly damaged umbrella without handle. 4. A pair of striped socks, slightly soiled; good if darned. 5. One hair net formerly used but still good for somebody with a small head. 6. Three flower compact. Good if refilled. 7. A good lunch left by an A Senior, slightly stale. 8. A pocket comb once owned by Paul Christley. Auction to be held after Farewell exercises in Room 201. Auctioneer, Miss O’Brien. “Sandy t 0 ANNOUNCEMENTS Milady’s Beauty Parlor announce their opening in the rest room next to 205. Post graduate course taken at Senior High School. Half price for students. Manicuring and bobbed hair given special attention. We keep a full line of our own beauty clay. Sure results. Proprietors—Misses L. Brown deFogie. —b.h.s.— Margaret Beserock announces the opening of a kindergarten class in the gym every morning 7 to 12. Latest equipment and methods used. Freshmen accepted as pupils. —b.h.s.— A POST OFFICE ROMANCE Friendship, N. Y. Love, Va. Kissimill, Fla. Ring, Ark. Parson, Ky. Bell 964 HARVEY J. GEIBEL Peoples 181 FUNERAL DIRECTOR 201 E. Cunningham St. Graduate Embalmer ♦______________________________________________________♦ 94 THE SENIOR I-MAGNET ARE MOST APPRECIATED BEAUTIFUL GIFTS SUCH AS WATCHES—SILVERWARE—CLOCKS— JEWELRY AND PRECIOUS STONES R. E. KIRKPATRICK JEWELER AND OPTOMETRIST NEXT TO COURT HOUSE BUTLER, PA. LEGAL NOTICE Notice is hereby given that an application will be made to the principal of the Butler Senior High School on Friday the 19th day of January, 1923, by Helen Hindman, Thelma Rapp and Helen Gould, under the act of assembly, for a charter for an intended corporation to be called the Interscholastic Sewing Company; the character and object is sewing clothing, mending footwear, and any such work as is customary for a dressmaker’s trade and for these purposes to have, possess and enjoy all the rights, benefits, and privileges of the said act of the assembly. Miss Gerber, Solicitor. —b.h.s.— A teacher in one of the Chicago schools called an incorrigible to her desk, and, grasping him firmly said; “Young man! The devil certainly has hold of you!” “Guess yer right, mum.” —b.h.s.— Let’s all join in that rattling good melody, “Detroit must be heaven, for my flivver came from there. For stealing a horse a man was arraigned before a judge who denouced him as a persistent law-breaker and then sentenced him to ten years at hard labor in the state prison. “Have you anything to say?” the judge asked when he was through. “No,” said the sentenced one, “except that it strikes me you are pretty durned liberal with other people’s time.” —b.h.s.— The other day my wife was very sick and 1 sent for the doctor. He said, the best thing you can do is to send her to a warmer climate.” 1 went into the woodshed, got the axe and handed it to him. I said, “You hit her, Doc, 1 haven't the nerve.” —b.h.s.— “At the Follies the other night my eyes felt like little birdies.” “How’s that?” “Flitting from limb to limb.” —b.h.s.— “Give me a good example of coincidence. “My father and mother were married the same day.” BUSTER QUALITY S II K R I A N ’ S B R K A 1) IS BEST YOUR GROCER HAS IT INSIST ON GETTING IT ____________________________♦ THE SENIOR iMAGNET 93 DITTMER’S BUTLER’S MUSICAL CENTER PIANOS, PLAYER PIANOS BRUNSWICK PHONOGRAPHS and Records MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS—STUDIES—STRINGS, ETC. IT WILL BE A PLEASURE TO HAVE YOU WITH US DURING OUR OPENING DAYS DITTMER MUSIC STORE NEW STORE 153 N. MAIN ST. ♦----------------------------♦ LOST AND ROUND Lost—The bookkeeping key. Reward if returned to Miss O’Brien. Lost—A few screws from Nancy Miller’s desk. Finder return to Nancy. Lost—A pair of pincers in typewriting room. Finder return to Miss Wigton. —b.h.s.— Mr. Jenkins—“What does the sea water contain besides the sodium chloride we have mentioned?” Jimmy L.—“Fish.” —b.h.s.— Teacher in History after bad recitation—“Class is dismissed. Don’t flap your ears as you go out.”—Ex. MIKE WAS IN DOUBT Patsy—“Hello. Mike! They tell me that yer sisther that was afther marryin’ Donavan is a happy mother this morn-in’?” Mike—“That so.” Patsy—“Is it a boy or girl?” Mike—“Ah, sure, I don’t know. Isn’t it meself that’s jest goin’ up to the house to see whether its an uncle or an aunt I am. —b.h.s.— Boy—“1 spent last evening with the one 1 love best in the world.” Girl—“Didn’t you get tired of being alone?” ♦----------—--------------------------------------- Nicholas J. Gazettos, Prop. Both Telephones The “Palace” Confectionery THE HOME OF FINE CONFECTIONS ICE CREAM AND FRUITS Not How Cheap But How Good 104 South Main Street Butler, Pennsylvania ♦___________________________________ 96 THE SENIOR TMAGHET YOUNG MEN’S CLOTHES That possess every character of higher priced Custom Made Suits. BOYS’ CLOTHES Mother’s Choice Two-Pair Pants Pay Us a Visit WANLIN’S The Store for Men and Boys 157 N. MAIN ST. BUTLER, PA. FURNISHINGS AND SHOES POPULAR PRICES THE SENIOR IMAGNET 97 ANDERSON’S RESTAURANT 16 YEARS IN SAME LOCATION ALWAYS OPEN NUF CED Bell Phone 518-R A boy stood on the corner of Fourth street and Sixth avenue, industriously scratching his head, when a gentleman who was passing, said to him: “Picking ’em out, sonny?” “No, sir,” replied the boy, “I takes ’em just as I finds ’em.” —b.h.s.— A Fresh in an agricultural school wanted to know if cold creams came from Alaskan dairies. —b.h.s.— Fresh—“May 1 lower the shade? The sun shines in my face.” Teacher—“No, the sun is good for you green things.” —b.h.s.— Sud—“What is the difference between a new dime and an old penny? Dud—“Duno, what?” Sud—“Nine cents, of course.” HIS WAY OE SAYING IT “Oh, thank you!” exclaimed an elderly lady to a laborer who surrendered his seat in a crowded tramcar, “'Thank you very much.” “That’s orl right, mum!” was the rejoinder. As the lady sat down the chivalrous laborer added: “Wot I sez is a man never ort to let a woman stand. Some men never get up unless she’s pretty; but you see, mum, it don’t make no difference to me!” —b.h.s.— Wife (with newspaper)—“Just think of it! A couple got married a few years ago after a courtship which lasted fifty years.” Hub—“1 suppose the poor old man was too weak to hold out any longer.” SCHOENER’S PASTRY SHOP 1 H. F. SCHOERNER, Proprietor High Class Bakery Products 119 E. JEFFERSON STREET PEOPLES PHONE 1648 --------------------------------------—♦ BUTLER SCHOOL OF MUSIC MARK PORRITT, Director 143 E. JEFFERSON STREET Peoples Phone 530-Y Butler, Pa. 98 THE SENIOR IMAGNET STEADMAN’S 313-315 SOUTH MAIN STREET THE COMPLETE MUSIC STORE Where you can find everything that’s Best in Music Specialties —Victrolas—Grafonolas—Edisons and Records. Largest stock of small musical merchandise in the city. C. G. Conn Famous Band and Orchestra Instruments, Packard, Bond, Pease, Wilbur, Christman, Cable Nelson Pianos, Players and Grands. You are invited to call. Steadman’s Music Store SPECIAL NOTES Notice—Have you noticed how well dressed the A Senior young men of 201 are? These young men know where to buy their clothes, and right now you can buy the same kind of clothes at a saving. Lawless’ Clothing Store—The Young Men’s Clothing Store. Notice—Richard I lovis, funeral director, successor to William Shapiro; sol-emness guaranteed. Notice—Earn from 5 to 10 dollars correcting dictation papers for the Misses Brier, Moser, and Wigton. Business training not necessary. Meals free during school hours. Notice—Unusual opportunity: Posi- tion as cheer leader open. Vacancy occurred on account of graduation of John Hill. Good position for somebody with pep. No others need apply. QUESTION EOR EXAMINATION I low old was George Washington on his twenty-second birthday? When was the war of 1812? Who fought the Erench and Indian War? Where was the Battle of Bunker Hill fought? —b.h.s.— Notice—Dr. James Kottraba pays the best prices for old sets of false teeth, also makes new sets at reasonable prices. Old gold caps also bought. —b.h.s.— “Well!” said the waiter to the student who had just had his coffee cup refilled for the seventh time, “You must be very fond of coffee.” “Yes, indeed,” answered the student, “or 1 wouldn’t be drinking so much water to get a little.” This Way for Sporting Goods We are now in position to supply you with ’most anything along this line. Basketball and Gvm Suits, Shoes and Guards aplenty. See us before buying your next Radio Supplies. We are at your service. Butler Specialty Shop 113 E. CUNNINGHAM STREET THE SENIOR {MAGNET 99 ♦------------------------♦ Storage Batteries ALL MAKES RECHARGED AND REPAIRED. NEW U. S. L. BATTERIES FOR SALE H. G. Gillespie Co., 116 S. McKEAN ST. ♦________________________♦ A country vicar’s daughter called on an old lady, and, by special request, sent to her a letter just received from her sailor son. “What a nice letter, Mrs. Smith,” said the visitor as she returned it to the proud old lady, and the present he is sending you sounds awfully good, but what will you do with a striped kimona? “Well, you may ask miss, exclaimed Mrs. Smith in despair, I dun-no, I’m sure. I suppose 1 can chain it up in the yard or keep it in the pig-stye, but what 1 shall have to feed it with goodness only knows.” —b.h.s.— She—“Oh, George! I’ve just won a hundred-pound prize for the best article on the cruelty of trapping wild animals.” He—“Good egg! What are you going to do with it?” She—“Oh, now 1 can afford a new fur coat. ♦------------------------♦ The Mardorf Co jj 25c Department Store 345-347 S. Main St., Butler, Pa. Come in and look around. ; We sell ’most everything. v---_____----------------♦ ♦--------------------------♦ CHOICE FRUITS AND VEGETABLES HIGH GRADE CANDIES We Guarantee Every Purchase JACK CICCO 240 N. Main St. Bell Phone 906-W ♦--------------------------♦ HAPPY SUGGESTION FOR UNCLE Little Spender let no grass grow under his feet, when uncle came for a visit, before rushing up like this; “Uncle, make a noise like a frog.” “Why?” asked the old man. “’Cause when 1 ask Daddy to give anything, he says; ‘Wait till your uncle croaks.’ ” —b.h.s.— BUT STILL IMMORTAL The Officer—“His name will go down to posterity when this horrible war is all forgotten.” The Girl—“I quite agree. Bv the way what is his name?” The Officer—“I’m dashed if I can remember it for the moment! --B.H.S.- I've been in school now twelve years, But I’m hoping for the best. Eve seen eight classes graduate, I really need a rest. —A Senior. OSCAR OHL Fresh and Smoked Meats WHOLESALE and RETAIL I Peoples 161-K : 327 CENTER AVE. BUTLER, PA. ; THE SENIOR IMAGNET 101 THOMPSON BROS. ICE CREAM CO. Manufacturers of Plain and Fancy Ice Cream and Ices “WE HAVE YOUR KIND” Both Phones 400 W. North Street Butler, Pa. ______________________________________________________ GENEROUS WITH ADVICE To a young man who stood smoking a cigar at the street corner the other evening there approached the impertinent reformer of immemorial legend. “How many cigars a day do you usually smoke?” asked the licensed meddler in other people’s affairs. Four,” replied the youth as patiently as he could. Then the inquisition continued. “How much do you pay for them?” “Nine pence each,” confessed the young man. “Do you know, sir,” continued the sage, “that if you would save that money, by the time you are as old as I am you would own that big building at the corner?” “Do you own it?” inquired the smoker. “No,” replied the other. “Well, I do,” replied the young man. —B.H.S.-- AT NAPOLEON’S TOMB Once upon a time, so the story goes, a Frenchman visiting the tomb of Napoleon wrote a convenient line on the wall: “Bony was a great man, a soldier brave and true.” An Hnglishman coming along a little later read this and added: “But Wellington did beat him at the battle of Waterloo.” The next visitor was an American, who seeing the foregoing contributions, rushed into the competition with all the restraint that characterizes the members of that great nation. He wrote: “But braver still, and truer far, and tougher than shoe leather. Was Washington, the man who could have licked them both together.” —B.H.S.— PROMPTED P REV A RICA TION A little fellow scored neatly on his mother the other day. “1 hope, dear,” she said, your were a nice little boy while you were at Mrs. Brown’s and didn’t tell any stories.” “Only the one you put me up to,” said the young hopeful. “Why, what do you mean, child?” “When she asked me if I’d like to have another piece of cake I said, “No, thank you, I’ve had enough.” --------------------------------------♦ IF THE FRUITS OR VEGETABLES ARE GOOD THEY WILL COME FROM FRANK DEMAR’S 149 NORTH MAIN STREET ♦---------------------------------------♦ Some Save. Some don 't. Some could and wont a tYOU? BUTLER SAVINGS TRUST CO. BUTLER, PA. THE SENIOR MAGNET 103 Just a al • (Jood Car OME to our Salesroom and see why -W. C. DURANT is proud to have this car bear his name. 0. H. NICHOLAS 236 S McKEAN ST. BUTLER SModel A-22 Touring, $890 f. o. b. Laming, Mich. =----- INHUMAN TREATMENT Heroine (in the melodrama)—“What are those shrieks?” Villain (relentlessly)—“They have tied an American to a chair and are showing him a bottle of Scotch.” —b.h.s.— llusband—“Why are you so angry at the doctor?” Wife—“When 1 told him I had a terrible tired feeling, he told me to show him my tongue.” THE MARRYING VICAR A clergyman who was a widower, had three grown-up daughters. Having occasion to go away for a few weeks, he wrote home from time to time. In one of his letters he informed them that he had married a widow with six children.” This created a stir in the household. When the vicar returned home one of his daughters, her eyes red with weeping, said: Where’s the widow you married, father?” “Oh, 1 married her to another man. I ought to have told you that,” said the vicar. —b.h.s.— MADE THE SCOT SORE An old Scotchman, David Gordon, who was seriously ill, had been wheedled by his relatives into making a will. They were gathered about his beside watching him laboriously sign it. lie struggled as far as D-a-v-i, then fell back exhausted. “D, Uncle David, D,” urged a nephew. “Dee!” ejaculated the old Scot with feeble indignation. “I’ll dee when I’m ready, you avaricious wretch!” —b.h.s.— Hal Kelly rushed into a restaurant and said, “Hey there waiter!” 1'he waiter replied, “Yes, sir, how will you have it, sir? —b.h.s.— Wanted—By a firm, to sell shoes, a salesman that laces up. —b.h.s.— Wanted—A brick house near Washington Street with reasonable rent. Call Mrs. C. Graham nee Lois Brown. Peoples phone 999 Ellis Island. KUMMER BROS. Meats, Poultry, Fish and Eggs People’s Phone 237 122 E. Wayne Street Bell Phone 104-J Terms Cash BUTLER, PA. 104 THE SENIOR TMAGNET A. TROUTMAN’S SONS Butler’s Shopping Center THE BIG STORE, SITUATED AS IT IS, IN THE HEART OF BUTLER’S BUSINESS SECTION IS THE IDEAL SHOPPING PLACE. The new Harmony and Short Line terminal is directly in our rear on Cunningham St. Busses to Slippery Rock and all points north depart from and arrive at this store. Busses to and from Saxonburg make several trips daily. Our four great floors are constantly filled with all that’s newest and best in Dry Goods, Carpets, Draperies, China, Cut Glass, Ready-to-Wear Garments and Millinery. Controlling as we do the largest business in this section of the state and buying in immense quantities, we are in a position to far undersell all competition. THE SENIOR IMAGNET 105 GET YOUR MILK AND CREAM FROM Clarified Milk Company REAR 204 NEW CASTLE STREET Peo. Phone 958-L BUTLER, PA. 4-----------------------------------------♦ AN AULD MAII) A Highland lady chatting with a neighbor told that one of the village girls was just married, and opined that she had been “an auld maid, that she had been an auld maid owerlang” to take kindly to matrimony. “An auld maid,” she added, “is like to be awful ignorant where men folks are concerned.” “She is that!” assented the neighbor. “De ye mind my husband’s brither? He was a schulmaster—a weel-built, weel-faured man as ye may ken, wi braid shoulders an’ gey tall. A’ wel, Sandy McLean’s mither had a gatherin’ at her hoose one e’en, an’ when they a’ cam’ to gae their ways hame the men tuik the maids an’ saw them to their biding places. My brither-in-law tuik an auld maid who keepit a wee shop in the toon. When they reached their journey’s end, he aye bent to kess her cheek, as was the custom in seein' hame. Noo Jeannot (the auld maid) was in a great fluster. “Oh! Mr. Cameron,” says she—an’ she was all in a tremmle—“What am 1 to dae? Must 1 lift my veil? WHAT SHE WANTED TO SEE When May was three years old she was taken to church for the first time. She immediately became very restless and was determined to stand up on the cushioned pew. I ler mother endeavored to hold her close to herself, but the little girl struggled and finally began to cry. “Why May,” said the mother, losing her patience, “Can’t you be quiet like a good little girl?” “I can’t see it,” replied May, “an’ 1 want to get up so I can.” “What is it that you want to see so badly? queried the mother. “Why, mother,” said the little child, “1 can hear the organ grind, and 1 see the man coming for the pennies, but 1 can’t see the monkey.” —b.h.s.— HIS BIRTHPLACE Old Gent—“Where were you born, my boy? Boy—“In London, sir! Old Gent—“What part?” Boy—“All of me, sir 'cept my ’air and teeth. They was born in Birmingham and Leeds respectively.” REINHART’S RLASSY KLOTHKS j- IIOI3 THE MEN’S STORE 257 South Main Street BUTLER, PA. COAL OPERATORS SALES CO ■ OFFICES McCLUNG BUILDING, BUTLER, PA. OUR MOTTO QUALITY and SERVICE PRODUCERS AND DISTRIBUTORS OF Gas, Steam and Domestic Fuel OUR MINES Zenith No. 1 Maple Furnace Zenith No. 2 Spring Valley No. 1 Victoria No. 2 Butler No. 1 Cosco No. 1 WE SHIP FROM OFF THE FOLLOWING LINES: B. and L. E. R. R. P. R. R. B., R. and P. R. R. B. and O. R. R. THE SENIOR {MAGNET 107 H. J. KLINGLER CO. Wholesale FLOUR, FEED, GRAIN BUTLER, PA. It was on one Sunday morning, On Friday just at noon, About the middle of September, On the fourteenth day of June. Joe Daughetry ran the engine, Old twenty-nine-forty-five; The man and boy both were killed, And yet both are alive. The moon lay white upon the ground. The snow shines in the sky, It rained so hard all day that night, It splashed the water dry. About four o’clock on December, Along in the month of May, It was Saturday night on Monday, About Thanksgiving day. The day was warm and chilly, The wind was full of breeze, The flowers were full of music. And the birds were full of trees. A man stood on the railroad, An empty load on his back; A barefoot boy with shoes on, Stood sitting on the track. The depot was at the station, The track was due at night; The trains pulled in ahead of time, Just forty minutes late. Nan, this is just a fable, The truth is all a lie; How could a man and boy be killed, Uunless they both should die? Nan, you must please excuse me, For the things that I have said; The other day I stumbled, And stepped upon my head. —B.H.S.— Chloe—“I sho mighter knowed 1 gwine have bad luck if I do dat washin’ on Friday.” Dophne—“What bad luck done come to yuh?” Chloe—“I sen’ home dat pink silk petticoat wid de filly aidge what 1 was gwine keep out to wear to chu’ch on Sunday.” —b.h.s.— “Your money or your life!” coarsely growled the highwayman. “Take me life,” quickly decided Pat. “I’m a-savin’ me money for me old age.” Bell 258 Peoples 1533 BUTLER CANDY CO., Inc. WHOLESALERS IN Candies Notions Cigars NOBILITY CHOCOLATES 108 T II E S E N 10 R TM A G N E T EOR PERSONAL USE ONLY A small boy who was sitting next to a very haughty woman in a crowded car kept sniffling in a most annoying way until the woman could stand it no longer. “Boy, have you got a handkerchief?” she demanded. I he small boy looked at her for a few seconds and then in a dignified tone came the answer: “Yes, I ’ave, but I don't lend it to strangers.” —b.h.s.— A restaurant customer, sitting in a hostile attitude toward a piece of broiled fish, was observed by the bell mule of the dining room to be mumbling. He approached and asked with deference if anything was wrong. Wrong?” echoed the customer. “Certainly not, I was only talking to the fish. The head waiter emitted a mirthless, stomach laugh, and said, “Very good, sir,” and started to walk away. “Hold on,” called the customer. “Did you ever hear any fish talk? You didn’t? Well, probably you wouldn’t understand it. so I’ll translate the conversation I just had. When the fish came on 1 said: “How do you do?” “I’m not feeling very well,” said the fish. “You don’t look very well,” said I. “How are things down the river?” “1 don’t know,” replied the fish. “I’ve been here four months. —b.h.s.— The doors of the new house had shrunk horribly as is the way of the modern door made of unseasoned wood. The builder would not send the carpenter to repair them, so the householder tried the ironical method and wrote: “Dear Sir: “The mice can run under most of our doors, but our cat cannot follow them. Will you please send a man at once to make room under the doors for the cat; and much oblige!” NEWS FOR HISTORIANS I he inspector was examining a Cleveland school and all the class had been specially told beforehand by its teacher, “Don’t answer unless you are certain your answer is correct.” The subject was history. “Who,” asked the inspector, “was the mother of the great Scottish hero and King. Robert Bruce?” He pointed to the boy in front of him, then round the class. There was no answer. Then at last the heart of the teacher leaped with joy. The boy who was standing at the very foot indicated that he knew. “Well, my boy,” continued the inspector. “who was she?” “Mrs. Bruce,” said the lad. —b.h.s.— A man from the backwoods of Western America visited New York for the first time on Christmas and went into a restaurant to have his Christmas dinner. All went well until the waiter brought him a napkin. The eyes of the backwoodsman flamed, and, pulling a six-shooter from his hip pocket he told the waiter his mind. “You take that blamed thing away at once,” he said evenly, “1 reckon I know when to use a handkerchief without having them darn hints thrown out.” —b.h.s.— Mate (to captain)—“Sir, what was your business before you started on sea?” Captain—“1 was a traveler in what you seem greatly in need of.” Mate—“What’s that?” Captain—“Brains.” Mate—“Then you re the first commercial traveler I’ve seen without a sample.” Better Photography ZUVER STUDIO H. S. Sheffler, Prop. THE SENIOR (MAGNET 109 f----------------------------------♦ SHOWING EVERYTHING THAT IS NEW IN FINE FOOTWEAR Bickel’s Shoe Store Butler, Pa. ♦__________________________________♦ THE RAVEN Once upon a midnight dreary, While he sat and called her Dearie,’’ On a sofa made for one but holding more; While they nodded, nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, Rapping at the parlor door. ’Tis my father, dear,’’ she muttered. Only this and nothing more. What cared he for her relations. He was full of exclamations, Such as Dearie, does oo love oo deary more? But her father tired of waiting, Waiting, growing aggravating, Opened wide the parlor door. Oh, tis well, well he remember, That cold night in bleak December, As he flew out twenty paces from the door. And for life will he be branded, Quoth the lover Nevermore. —Exchange. —b.h.s.— A Chicago man, while in Toronto was requested by a long distance telephone operator to deposit 25 cents for telephoning to a certain place. He objected. “Why in Chicago,” he said, “we can telephone to h— for a quarter.” “Yes, but that’s in your city limits,” was the girl’s answer. THERE SPOKE ENVY'S VOICE The town drunkard of a small Scotch community went on an especially vehement tear. The village authorities locked him up until he had entirely recovered. On the second day of his captivity, as he sat in his cell, thirsty beyond words, the minister, who was of a full habit of life, came to give him consolation and good advice. They sat down side by side and the dominie read the parable of the Prodigal Son. The prisoner seemed to hang on the words. He nudged up closer and closer, bending forward until his face was almost in the minister’s face, and listened. “Please read it over once more,” he said, when the dominie had finished the chapter and started to close the Good Book. Touched by this further sign of penitence, the minister read it again. “Tell me, poor man,” he said, when he was done, what was it held you so close the while 1 was reading—was it the lesson in the Scripture or was it the words?” “Nay, naw,” said the tippler—“’twas your grand breath!” —b.h.s.— HE WAS WILLING “I am thoroughly ashamed of this composition, Charles,” said the teacher sternly, “and 1 shall certainly send for your mother and show her how badly you are doing.” All right,” said Charles cheerfully; send for her. Me mudder wrote it.” ♦-----------------------------♦ J. NIGGEL’S SON 130 East Jefferson St. Butler, Pa. Everything in Hardware ♦_____________________________♦ 110 THE SENIOR [MAGNET
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