Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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THE SENIOR (MAGNET i Com on, we seea de coach, he tella me. We go see noder mans. I don’t tink he was no coach den. But I don’t know den. Dis coach man he is de fella what tells de boys, alia tarn, hitta de oder fella vara hard, yeh. He’s nice man. 1 tells dis coach fella what I wanta my Pony. He tells me, Tony plays de game for his school. He talk vera much dat my Tony is one vera good boy, he runna so fas’ as nobodys can catch heem Canno’ 1 fin’ somebodys w'ork in my store. Costa tie mon’, 1 say. Dis coach man is vera sad. Den noder boy he tucha me ona my arm. He is not so strong as Tony but he will work ina my store. Dis coach man he look for long tarn at dat boy. Dat is fine, he say. 1 le lika dis boy vera good. Alla tarn dat peoples dey maka vera big noise, yeh. I canno’ hear myself tink. De lika vera good to see my Tony lika de mans. One, two’ t’ree, what lots a mans, 'bout ten, 1 count, what helps l ony licks dat bunch. Tony he is talks all tarn—48, 17. 56— lika dat. Den de mans he t’rowa de ball, dats what Frankie tella me what is it, de man beside Tony he catcha dat ball an’ run away from oder man's. Onea big fella he’s try vera hard for to catch data man but Tony he canno’ fighta de whoie hunch right away, so oder fella he catcnes de man wit’ de ball. De peoples dey lika dat too. Tony can fight lika good boy. Some more tarns dey crawl on de han’d and de knees lika de little babys’ an’ oder mans run over top. Dat's a purdy good fight, I say. Dis coach fella, ne say, yes, dey maka de onea good fight. He tella me, won’t I sit down? He is vera nice mans, dis coach fella. One tarn Tony talka de numbers. Dat one fella he t’rows dat ball. 'Pony he grabs it quick an’ run vera fas’. One, two, fella dey try vera hard for to keep order fellas away from 'Pony but dat big fella what talka de numbers, he catcha Tony. Tony he maka two, t’ree steps an' ’noder fella he grab Tony, too. De whole bizzness, de fall. Oder fellas get up. Tony he is hurt! What dem two fallas do to my Tony, huh? De coach mans he runna out, but I beata heem. “Tony, Tony! My Tony! 1 killa dat whole bizzness!’’ 1 picks my Tony up. His face it is all dirty and wet. Mio Padri!” he says an’ dats all. i lika my Tony vera much. 1 talka to heem very fas’, but he don say nothings. Dat coach mans he puta de water ona my Tony’s face. He leta me holda my boy. 1 le is one vera good mans, is dat coach fella. He’s tella me ruba one han’ vera good, he ruba de oder. Alla tarn he put de water ona my Tony’s face, fro to get dat dirt an’ mud off. Purdy soon my boy moves. 1 ruba dat han’ vera fas’. It is a vera good bizzness, dat ruba de han’ My boy get well purdy quick. We ruba de legs an’ de han’s. It is purdy good now', say my Tony. He will get up. But it is vera hard for to walk for my Pony. De coach man he say come on to dat bench and sit down, but Tony says no, he will lika dat mans yet. Oh, my Pony is one vera fine boy. It is all-right. Purdy soon Tony he can walk purdy good. Dat coach mans he gives heem one pat on de back an’ says he is one vera good boy. Dal peoples dey yell for my Tony, too. Dem fella dey get ready an’ Tony he talka dem numbers some more. Dem fellas is all purdy good boys, dey fight lika my boy, yeh. Purdy soon oder fellas dey geta de ball, but long he’s don’ get man, he’s hava it purdy long tarn. Alla tarn Tony he talka dem numbers. Onea boy he trows de ball an’ oder boy he catcha it. Tony he hi’ta one mans. Oder boy he hita noder. Big buncha feets an’ heads ina one pile. Oh, it is funny. Den one mans he is gonna fight disa boy wit’ de ball, but he t’rows it away higher as his head so’s he canna’ get it. Dat maka de mans vera mad an’

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T E S E N10 R EM A G N E 7 Mio Figelio, Tony Darrell Gregg Say, I have one boy what plays— whats’ you call heemp De footsball, dat’s heem. An’ my boy, he isa de bes’ boy ona dat team. yeh. My Tony he beats dat whole game, dat’s Tony. I• irs’ tarn he come home an’ say if he can go outa for dis here teem, I tells heem geta busy ina de store. 1 don’ wants heem bring not-ings more’ round dis here house, no. One, two, t’ree dog, sometam. 1 no like dem dog. All tarn dey maka de troub’: digga somebodys grass; bita somebodys kid, yeh! I tells heem, no, yeh, but 1 no un’erstan’ den. Nex' day he don’ come home right away, no. We hava stay ina de school, he say. Nex, day, nex’ day it is de same ting. What’s de mat’, 1 say. No gitta de lesson, he tella me. Den he come home wit’ de skin all olTa de face. What for de skin offa de face, I say. He an’ noder boy dey have de fight, he tella me. But I don’ like for Tony hava de fight —teara de clothes. 1 le licka de oder boy, yeh? Sure. Dat’s all right den. But all tim he have stay ina dat school. What for, 1 say, No getta de lesson, hava de fight, get put ina de Study 1 fall. What is dat Study Hall, I say. Place where dey make you learna de lesson, too. All right, I tella hem, hurry up learna dat lesson an’ come home work ina de store, yeh. Saturday come. Tony he don’ eata mucha de dinner, not vera mucha de hungry, he say. I don’ mind. 1 go ina de store, sella de fruits. Purdy soon I cal la Tony. He don’ say not’ings. All right, 1 looka to find heem, pulla de ears, yeh. learna heem de lesson. But 1 canno’ fin’ dat Tony. His broder, he’s vera much scarce; he say Tony he play de foots ball games. What! Tony playa de foots ball games an’ me work in the store. Huh! Wait 1 getta heem. My wife she watcha de store. I taka Frankie an’ go fina dis foots ball game yeh! 1 bringa dat Tony home. Frankie, he’s little boy, maybe ten, ’leven year old. I le canno’ walk so fas’ as me, no. But he can run, yeh, an’d make heem hurry up fin’a where is dis foots ball games. Frankie he’s good boy, he can fin’ heem right away quick. I heara de lots a’ peoples maka de lots a’ noise. Dis band it plays alia tarn one vera fas, musics. Me an’ Frankie, we come toa de gate. Dat man he say canno’ go in. Whats’ de mat’, I say. I le wanta de mon,’ he says. I tella heem he catcha de wrong fella, I don’ hava de mon’, no. I want my Tony. Dis man he say it is all right, I can go in if 1 hurry up come back out. 1 go in. Dat oder mans, he laugh. I Iika smasha de face? Everybody is stan’ up maka de vera much holler. 1 canno’ see Tony, too mucha peoples. Frankie he say come he know where is Tony. Me an Frankie, we climb pasa dat peoples an’ I sees Tony. One boy he trows de ting bigger as a pine apple. Tony he catch data ting, ran vera fas’ right ata me. 1 runa for to catch heem but I canna’ run so fas’ as Tony. 1 le get away. Oder mans dey try for catch Tony. He pusha one fella in his face wit’ de han’. He fall vera hard. Everybody dey make vera much holler. I lika dat, too. I tella Tony for to push ader mans, too. Onea mans he runna in fronta Tony, catcha heem by the feets. 1 lika for to catcha heem by the neck, yeh, I bus to de head. Both fall ina de mud. Den onea cop he catch me bya de arm. What for you try for stop data boy, he say. Tony he run away from de store, I come taka him home. What’s de mat’, dats my boy, he say. Yeh.

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14 THE SENIOR iMAGNET he fights dis hoy in de mud. Noder mans way down de field he graba dat ball and run so fas’ as he can, but noder mans he catcha heem an’ maka him fall vera hard. He let go dat ball, yeh! It is too bad. Oder mans he’s jump on it. Den oder mans dey keepa dat ball. One big fella on oder side his talka de numbers lika Tony. One, two, t’ree tarns he talka dem numbers and dey fight. Tony he licka one, two, t’ree mans, yeh. It is fine, lie’s gon’a get data ball yet. 'Noder tarn dat big fella, his talka dem number. One oder fella he t’row back data ball an’ fella he grab it quick an’ run vera fas’. But my Tonv he’s watch alia tarn, yeh. One fella wit’ Tony he’s knock onea mans down. De oder fella he jump for to catch Tony, but Tony he fool data fella. 1 le’s get away quick an’ catcha dat man wit’ de ball. Tony he is good fella, he is. De man what runs round vera much lika Tony, but he don’ fight, he blowa de whistle lika—you know, lie’s go purdy fas’ all tarn, dats heem. lie t’ink Tony he’s purdy good fella, too, for he give Tony de ball. Dem peoples dey tink Tony is all-righta, too, an’ dey make de place fulla noise. It is purdy good, I holler, too. 'Noder tarn Tony he talka de numbers. It funny for to hear Tony talka de numbers—45, 24, 56—like dat. I canno’ talka dem numbers so fas’ as Tony, no. I geta dem tangled all wrong, yeh. But Tony he’s go toa de school. Tony is one vera good boy. De oder fellas dey fight vera hard but Tony he fighta so hard as dem. All-right, says dis fella what talka dem numbers, 1 taka dat balla myself. An’ he does. He graba dat ball vera quick an’ run so fas’ as he can. He knocks one fella down, pusha ’noder ina his face vera hard. Dat big fella he can run vera fas’. Tony he runs for to catch heem, but noder fella he is dere firs’. He licka dat mans vera hard. Dat ball it falls from his hand. Tony he graba dat ball vera quick an’ run oder way. 1 le foola one mans’. Noder mans jump ata heem but Tony he’s runna too fas’. He turns quick an’ fools ’noder mans. Den he run vera fas’ does my Tony. One, two, t’ree, whole lots a’ fellas try for to catch my boy. But Tony he is one vera good boy, he runna so fas’ as nobody can catch heem. He beata de whole biga bunch. It is no use for to run some more. Dat peoples tink my boy is one vera fine fella, de make vera mucha good tarn. Den some fella he talka dat man what blows de whistle good game for one day. My Tony is one vera fine boy, say dat coach fella, he beata dat footsball game. Yeh, Tony is alia tarn one good boy, 1 tella heem. Maybe he can beata some more footsball game yeh. Dat coach fella he says, yeh. Den 1 tella dis coach fella, maybe dat boy what say he will work in my store, he lika dis game, yeh? Well, I tella heem dat maybe 1 ain’t purdy old as 1 canno’ make de whole buiz .ness. Maybe dat fella can make de noise for my boy, yeh? Dat’s good. Dat coach man he is vera nice fella. He shake my han’ an’ tella me I’m a good sport like my boy. He smile vera much an’ ruba my Frankie’s head. Maybe he will grow big like Tony an’ maka de good footsball player. Yeh, Frankie is vera good boy like Tony. He lika dat games to, eh, Frankie? It is all vera good fun for Frankie. I le plays dat footsball game, sure.