Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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