Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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20 THE SENIOR (MAGNET SENIOR GREA TNESS EA RE WELL Floyd Bowers Alice Schramm Ob, it’s great to be a senior; Earewell! thou dearest prison of our It’s sure great to feel so high. youth, Ob, it’s great to look about you Wherein we spent our gladdest days tin- With a most important sigb. willingly; Ob, it’s great to be a senior, We often longed to shun thy hidden truth, And to sit upon the stage; But yet shall long in future days for While you think that all admire you, thee. With great undaunted rage. Ob, it’s great to be a senior, Farewell! nor think our chain of friends complete, With its entertainments bright; Without those cruel ones, the keepers of Eor there’s always lots to do thy dens, Besides our studies for each night. Whom we approached oft with unwilling Oh, it’s great to be a senior, feet, Yet leave more sadly than we ere ap- And go home at two P. M., proached. While all others there remain To work their brain and pen. Earewell! we say to one and all, fare- Oh, it’s great to be a senior; well! If ever by a smile, we may have made But it’s not just quite so great, One burden light, one moment bright, When you think that just one month then tell from now Of that, as our memorial which we leave. We will all have met our fate. Oh, it’s great to be a senior, B.H.S.— CLASS OF ’24 With pleasures one and all, But they last for just a moment, cthel Blair Then they pass beyond recall. In all the classes of the year, — B.H.S.— Or those perhaps to come, “WAITING” Surpassing all in Butler here, Our twenty-four is one. Dale Moore This world’s in a turmoil, and “why?” No doubt you will agree with me, The Senior race is o’er; you say. The Fresh and Soph in ecstasy, Why, the world’s without a great leader All hail to twenty-four. today; You’ll find no Washington, or Jefferson The class with lots of pep and vim, or Hamilton now, Which through these halls did tour; To settle up this world wide row. For four short years, and then they quit, ) ou’ll find no Napoleon, Caesar, nor The class of twenty-four. Erederick the Great, And now Lloyd George has fallen with All drink a toast with great delight, his weight. As the closing term is done, Now who will our next great leader be, To live up to our gold and white, Ah “yes” you say we must wait and see. And our motto truly won.

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