Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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

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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.”

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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.