Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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.

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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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THE SENIOR {MAGNET 15 Rag Doll and Black Cat Helen Burckhalter Said the little rag doll to the old black cat, “If I don't get out cf this package I'll choke.’’ “Now be patient, my dear,’’ said the wise old cat, For as soon as Jackie’s prayers are said, they will be here to get you out and place you among so many toys your head will swim. 1 have heard so much of Jackie, his family, and all because his aunt Jane made me; she talks all the time. She hoped 1 would take the place of the old Teddy Bear he has lugged to bed with him for more than a year. But now that you are here, you seem so very nice I’m afraid Jackie’s affections will be divided. 1 will tell you, little rag doll, a bit of my life. You see I am made from one of Aunt Jane’s stockings, that is why I'm so w'ise, I have traveled so far. Last summer 1 went out west where I stayed eight weeks. 1 even went up in an aeroplane, seeing wonderful sights. I fox-trotted and danced until I wore out my toe, then 1 was thrown aside until Aunt Jane contrived the idea of making me into a cat for Jackie dear. 1 am very glad she did for oh, if she had not, I would have been thrown to the rag man, and my life would have ended then. Now that 1 am here having you for a friend, 1 expect a wonderful time, don’t you, little rag doll?” “Your words cheer me, little black cat, for my life has been a sad one. 1 haven’t had any pleasures at all. 1 have had some wonderful experiences, too. I have seen many sights too terrible to tell, for you see the blue cloth out of which I am made adorned the back of a very brave French soldier. 1 low happy he was when his new’ coat he donned, so proud was he to fight for his own. He went out there and he never came back. He played the game. He.was true blue. His coat was sent to his little wife Yevonne. “She carried it about in her arms for days, his coat, that is all she had of him then. After many months, which seemed like years, your Americans came to fight for France. I low proud we were of your stalwart big men as they marched through our streets, armies of them. After that terrible war was over, one day there came to our house a handsome big American to purchase a doll. He paid for me what 1 thought was a big price, but he didn’t mind for 1 could see he thought Yevonne very fine. His cheerful manner made her so happy and gay it brought tears of joy to my eyes, for 1 loved her dearly, my little mistress Yevonne. One day she packed me away and went to bid him good-bye. I could not see them, but I heard every word and I know that he cares. So that’s my story, you old black cat, but listen they are coming. I hear a voice. The fine American who fought for France, who loves Yevonne and brought me here.” “Oh, that is the voice of Jackie’s Uncle Jim. You see he talked to Aunt Jane all the time she was putting my stuffing in. This is the house of their sister Nell, and we are Christmas presents for their little nephew, Jackie Kent. But hush, they are here!” “Really, Jim, I thought that child would never give in. He is so excited about Santy he couldn’t get to sleep at all so we will be very quiet in here. You unwrap all the toys while 1 trim the tree and we will scatter them about. It is wonderful what Christmas means to me since I have a little kiddie of my own to fuss about.” At last Uncle Jim lifted me out, just a little rag doll, but the look he gave me as he thought of Yevonne. Just for