Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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THE SENIOR MAGNET 9 “Tom Randolph, I don’t understand at all. You came to the office as a meek lamb to take me for a pleasure trip. Now you’re raving like a lion and just forcing me to marry you. I guess I—” “Don’t be angry, sweetheart,” begged the love-sick man, “Please give your consent and marry me now.” Virginia thought for a minute. “I suppose 1 might as well if you are so insistent.” “Just say ‘yes,’ and I’ll be happy,” Tom pleaded. Well, Virginia did say ‘yes’ and the little green roadster almost hit a tree. Tom brought the machine to a stop in front of a large old-fashioned red building. “Here’s where the minister lives, darling. All off for the wedding.” Before Virginia had had time to catch her breath, Tom had helped her out of the car and they were both standing before the minister. In a few minutes they had promised to love, honor and obey each other “until death do us part.” “I’m so happy, 'Pom,” said Virginia. “You can’t make me mad,” laughed Tom, “I’m just that much happier.” “Oh look, Tom! exclaimed the new bride as they turned down Ah-mer street where Virginia lived, “There’s the whole neighborhood to meet us. I wonder how they know.” “I wonder,” echoed Tom in puzzled tones. As the car drew up to the curb in front of the Dunn home the friendly neighborhood began to shower rice on the newly-weds. Rice, rice, and more rice! “Tom, they’re smothering me! I can’t breathe!” cried the terrified girl as the rice fell around them. “Miss Dunn, I am ready to dictate.” “What? Where?—Oh, yes, it’s rice.” Virginia jumped to her feet. “I guess I must have dozed off for a few minutes.” ‘Dreaming of rice?” queried her employer. “Well, yes, I think it was rice.” Virginia looked at the third finger of her left hand. No wedding ring was there—only her solitaire sparkling alone. That night she told Tom her dream. “Gee, I wish it were a reality instead of a dream, Virginia,” he remarked. The dream seemed to have some effect on Virginia because Tom s wish came true.

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8 THE SENIOR MAGNET A Day of Rest By Agnes Snyder. The click, click, click of Virginia Dunn’s typewriter was the onlv sound that broke the stillness of the office. The warm August sun beat mercilessly down on the roofs of the nearby buildings. Virginia looked up from her work. It was so warm, and she had so much work to do. She sighed. But such wras the life of a stenographer. She gazed idly out of the window and yawned sleepily; finally her head fell slowly and rested on the desk. At that instant the door opened and Tom Randolph walked in. “Say, Virginia, how about a little spin in the country? It’s so warm, and you’d enjoy the country.” “I’d love to, Tom, but look at all the work I have to do. What would Mr. Fleming say?” “It’s all right with him,” laughed Tom, “I saw him before I came here. He said, ‘Sure, go right ahead.’ ” Well, then wait ’till I powder my nose and I’ll be right with you.” Tom was Virginia’s fiance. The two had been engaged for nearly three years. Virginia had set the day for the wedding several times, but on each occasion had changed her mind and the wedding had been postponed. The two seated themselves in the little green roadster and were soon speeding toward the country. “Watch out for traffic cops” cautioned Virginia, “You’ll never be satisfied until you are arrested for speeding.” Tom laughed. “Wouldn’t that be a scandal ?” Virginia leaned her head back and breathed freely of the pure country air. How refreshing it was! “Where are we going?” she inquired as they came to the Evergreen road, “I suppose to the Roadside Inn as usual?” Tom did not answer, but instead of steering his car to the right when he camo to the country club, he continued to go straight ahead. “Where are you taking me?” asked Virginia, not in the least caring. “This isn’t the way to the Inn.” “Well, Virginia, I shall tell you. Just sit back like a nice little girl and listen attentively.” “You know, dear, we have come to no conclusion during the last year in regard to our wedding. You have been wearing the same old diamond for three years now, and I think it’s about time to wear a new’ ring, and besides”— “But Tom,” broke in Virginia, “you know I shall marry you in just a short time. Mr. Fleming hates to see me give up my position and”— “Position or no position—you know I want you. Virginia, and I can’t wait any longer. Just think of it! Three long years of waiting and no results. But the point is that I am going to marry you right now— this afternoon. That’s where we’re going now.” “Why Tom,” said Virginia, surprised at this new tone. “You needn’t be so excited over it, let’s go to the Inn.” “Inn nothing,” said Tom, “we’re going to be married. I have the ring here safe in my pocket.” His fiancee gasped . Could it be possible that this was the gentle Tom who had always before meekly agreed to postpone the wedding when she suggested it?

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THE SENIOR MAGNET Adventures! Graham Fithian “Harry, what do you say we take a little trip into some far off country! I’m really serious now. I must get away from the daily grind.” “Well, drawled Harry, “I don’t know. I’m beginning to feel that way myself. Lay out the course.” For several months Ralph had been suggesting the trip,—partly in fun, but largely in seriousness, until now, less than a month since his last suggestion to Harry, the two boys were aboard a cruiser nearing Gwader, a small seaport town on the west coast of India. Harry McCarter and Ralph Ashton were two boys who had lived side by side, who had fought and made up with each other, who had graduated from college together, two years previous, and were, needless to say, the best of friends. Harry, who had been playing in the Castle orchestra nearly every night since his graduation from high school, found himself rapidly growing discontented with this night work, tired of the crazy mobs who paid, and paid well, for the privilege of dancing to the tantalizing tunes of his saxophone. Ralph, who worked, more to help pass the time away, than for his living, always had been anxious to travel, to see the rest of the world. So, finally, his convincing and pursua-sive manner had found him a traveling companion, only natural though it should be Harry. India—the land of different people, the land of dense forests and the land of all dark and deep mysteries, was naturally the place that the adventurous Ralph would choose. A1 so on account of his father’s influence, they could gain transportation free of charge to this part. Upon landing at Gwader, Ralph was at last satisfied and Harry also was beginning to feel the presence of the same spirit which haunted Ralph, namely, the desire to participate in an adventure such as one reads about. Leaving the two boys at Gwader, we next find them at Lenore, a small town some six hundred miles to the north and west of Gwader. Lenore, a typical town of about six thousand people, was situated in the midst of a huge dense forest. People dressed in their characteristic manner, gathering each evening and bringing gifts of food and drink, which they placed at the foot of an immense effigy of Buddha, and then knelt in long and fervent prayer to this, their God. One evening while watching one of these ceremonies, the two boys noticed not far away, a young fellow, a white man, an English man—and true enough it was Edmond Staler who had graduated in their class in high school, and who had played with Harry for some time in the Castle Orchestra. Needless to say, they were so completely overjoyed that from the ordinary spectator’s point of view, it was hard to tell which ones were the most ridiculous, —the natives, bringing their offer; ings to the Gods, or the action of the three boys. After telling their respective adventures and talking over past times, the conversation finally narrowed down to one adventure in particular. Edmond had some very interesting stories to tell since he had been in that country about eleven months, but one especially interested Ralph and Harry. It seems that Edmond was living, at the time, in a small town by the name of Mono-