Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 124 of the 1927 volume:

� T° our Parents, whose love and sacrifice have made possible our happiness and opportunities thus far in Life, whose high ideals are our ideals, whose greatest ambition is our suc- cess, this book is affec- tionately dedicated by the Class of January, 1927. Table of Contents PAGE DEDICATION ........................................ 3 SENIORS ........................................... 7 LITERARY: Vale to B. H. S. Vale—Arbur G. McDowell....... 24 Fortune’s Fickle Wheel—Clara Louise Jenkins.... 25 My Darwinian Dearie—Howard Ooesterling......... 27 The Right Kind—Freeman Hall.................... 29 Two-Fold Success—Blanche Masters .............. 31 Tomorrow’s Recompense—Arthur G. McDowell....... 33 The Saga of Alonzo McGargle—Griffith Lindsay... 34 The Strangest Dream—Bernard Reilly............. 36 Recalled to Life—John Heilman.................. 38 Gloria’s Transformation—Lillian Guttormsen..... 41 Life’s a Funny Thing—Florence Heidenreich...... 43 Farewells—Arthur G. McDowell................... 46 EDITORIALS: Friendship—Charlotte Klingler ................. 47 Goals—Alice Kresge ............................ 48 The Dangerous Truth—Arthur G. McDowell........ 48 Advertizing—Howard Torrance.................... 50 CLASS ACTIVITIES................................... 51 ATHLETICS ......................................... 57 BUNK .............................................. 65 ADVERTISEMENTS ................................... 69 s % 4 r I ••• • • LUCILLE MARIE ACQUAVIVA “Lucy To be honest, as this world goes, Is to be picked out of ten thousand. ALBERTA ALICE ADAMS Bertie” A face with gladness overspread, She smiles, by human kindness bred. MARTHA BAIRD “Marty One of those girls who’s a friend to all. Kindness is her rule of life. ERMA PATTY BARTON “Pat One who fills the day with cheer, fust to have her presence near. MARGARET K. BISHOFF “Maggie One connecting the chains of silence and of knowledge. MILDRED MARIE BOOMER “Mid Of manners gentle, of affections mild, In wit a woman, in simplicity a child. DONALD M. BROOKS “Don” Silence is more eloquent than •words. RAYMOND D. BURTNER “Ray” The man who laughs must sure do well. LUCILLE MARY BU TLER “Butler” A friend is worth all hazards we can run. MARTHA VIRGINIA BUTLER “Marty” 'Tis good-will makes intelligence. HAROLD EDSON BYERS “Had” The mind is the standard of the man. HUNTER CALDERWOOD “Hunt” A little nonsense now and then, Is relished by the wisest men. S 11HLEN ISABELL CAMPBELL “IIelen” True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. CATHERINE Cl IK 1ST I EY “Kate” Audacity, more audacity, always audacity. ROBERT JOHN COYLE Red” I marched the lobby, twirled my stick, The girls all cried, “He’s quite the kick! ROBERT O. CRAWFORD “Bob” My heart is of wax, to be molded as she chooses. MABLE ELIZABETH CROFT “Mab” She that was ever fair and never proud, llad tongue at will, and yet was never loud. LEONIDAS CUMMINGS “Bo” I have a heart with room for every joy. 9 STELLA F. DEMBINSKI “Stell” To be silent is to keep peace. JOHN DEMYANOVICH “Demy” He is great who is what be is from Nature and who never reminds ns of others. BERNADETTE L. DENNY “Bernie” She’s a winsome wee girl. MARIAN B. DONALDSON “Mary Ann We wouldn’t forget her if we could, We couldn’t forget her if we would. CHARLES EDWARD DONNEL “Whitey” His laugh, his speech, his winning way, While old troubles mood away. MARY DOROTHY DOUTHETT “Dot” Or light or dark, or short or tall, She sets a spring to snare them all. 10 EARL EMERY EAKIN Eakin” ' 'bough I am not splenetive ami rash, Yet have something in me dang- erous. ERANK WALKER FLEECER Preacher” Beware! may do something startling yet! RUTH IRENE EREEHLING “Renie” It would talk—Lord, how it would talk! WILLIAM HENRY GREEN Pope Happy am I, from care I'm free! Why aren’t they all contented like me? MARY LOUISE GREGG “M. L. G.” Much mirth and no madness, Mud) good and no badness. LILLIAN M. GUTTORMSEN Lil” And still they looked, and still the wonder grew. That one small head could carry all she knew. LOYAL FREEMAN HALL Free Many a genius has been slow oj growth. MATILDA C. HANSEN “T oot” The inconvenience or the beauty o the blush—which is greater? FLORENCE A. 11 El DEN RE IQ “Flo” As merry as the day is long. JOHN P. HEILMAN “Johnnie” A classmate steady, staunch, an true, Always a good deed waiting to d WALTER J. HEMPHLING “Walt” Laugh and the world laughs with you. ESTHER IRENE HOOKS “S” Modesty is the unmatchable jeu of woman. 12 ICA DE NETTA HUMES “Snow Silence that spoke, anil eloquence of eyes. WENDELL KARL HUME “Wen Youth holds no society with grief. ALEXANDER HURWITZ “Alec There is no wisdom like frankness. MARGARET C. IMBRIE “Peg Where’er she is, where’er she goes, She’s smiling all the while. CLARA LOUISE JENKINS “Pete” Here’s to one whom we all knew, Pals like you are very few. PAUL WILLIAM JOHNSTON “Red I never dare he as funny as I can. 13 JOSEPH JOHN JOY “Joe” Here is the sweetest of all singers. AMANDA CAROLINE JONES “Jonhsy” For us all some sweet hope lies. Deeply buried from human eyes. OLIVE BEATRICE KENNEDY “Livy” A true friend is forever a friend. ETHEL MARION KERR “Irish” love to wind my mouth up, I love to make it go. LOIS E. KE I TERER “Ket A good heart is better than all tin riches in the world. CHARLOTTE ANN KLINGLET “Car lota” A charm she has more potent thai her beauty, A never failing power of being gay 14 ALICE MAY KRESGE, “Al Smile, for when you smile, another smiles. RUTH MARY KUMMER “Kummer The warmth of genial courtesy, The calm of self reliance. MAXWELL C. LACKEY “Max” Young fellows will he young fellows. GERTRUDE EVELYN LANG “Gertie” tier outward charms are even less. Than all her inward gentleness. WILLIAM CLARK LANG, JR. “Bill” A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature. HANNAH E. LARD IN “I Iannah” l.et me have music, dying, I seek no more delight. 15 DOROTHY ANN LEASE “Dot Happy art thou as if every day thou had picked up a horseshoe ELIZABETH ANN LEPSCH “Lizzie” It is the heighth of art to conceal art. WILLIAM LEITH “Willie Much may he made of a Scotch man if he is caught young. GRIFFITH W. LINDSAY, JR. “Grief” This animal is very malicious; when attacked it defends itself. WALTER W. LINDSEY “Walt Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest. FRANCES EVELYN LOWER “Fran” Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind, 16 BLANCHE MASTERS “Blanche” Virtue is its own reward. DELLA WINIFRED MAY Dell Seasons may roll. But the true soul. Burns the same wherever it goes. jessie e. McClelland She wears her hat atilt, Over curls that do not wilt. ARTHUR G. McDOWELL “Art Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent. RUTH I. MacDOWELL Ruthie” When ladies are quite young and fair, They make the men all tear their hair. ROBERT JOHN McGLINCY “Red Argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever. LAURA JHAN McQUISTION “Jennie” The mildest manners with the bravest mind. HAZEL ELIZABETH MILLER “Haze” Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. JANET CAROLYN MILLER “Jeanette” A bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. RAYMOND ANDREW MILLER “Ray” lie has the one great quality of excellence—stability. MILLIGENT M. MOLYNEAUX “Moosie” Her eyes are a song without words. LILLIAN ETHEL MOXEY “Lil Her very frowns are fairer far, Than smiles of others maidens are. 18 BEATRICE MYERS Bee Silence is deep as the stars hang high. HOWARD M. OESTERLINC “Sonny” have not slept one wink. STANLEY LeROY PAINTER “Stan” I to myself am dearer than a friend. ELORENCE EDITH PERRY “Flossy A divinity resides within my breast. EDWARD DONALD PIPER “Ed” A docile disposition, will with application, Surmount every difficulty. BERNARD AMBROSE REILLY “Bunk” All great men are dying A ml I don’t feel well myself. 19 EDNA LUCILLE RU TS “Ritzy” A reason for her many friends i. that she is one. HELEN ELIZABETH RUSH “Rush” To those who know thee not, ni words can paint, And those who know thee, knov all words are faint. DOROTHY M. RUSSELL “Skinny She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too to think on. WILLIAM HENRY SAY “Bill” A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. MARGARET ELEANOR SAY “Pkg” With all its skill, our pen canno portray The loveliness of her sweet way. EARL GEORGE SCHENCK “Shenik” It’s good to he merry and wise- It’s good to be honest and true. 20 LAURA ELIZABETH SHANOR “Laurie No legacy is so rich as honesty. SARA LENORA ST AEGER Sadie” A still, small voice. MARY ELLA STEWART “Nellie” Her ways are ways of pleasantness, Her paths are paths of peace. BETTY RUTH TEBAY “Betty She’s one of our stars, so bright and rare, Her mind’s as keen as her face is fair. FRANCES R. THOBURN “Frannie” Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit. ALICE ELIZABETH THOMAS “Shorty” Life is long and thou art short. 21 HOWARD R. TORRANCE “Torrance” What should a man do hut be merry? MARY LOUISE TURNER “Mary” Bright as the sun her eyes the gamers strike, And like the sun they shine on all alike. JOSEPH N. VANDERLIN “Joe” Wit is the flower of the imagin- ation. FLORENCE E. VonKROGH Fussy” Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low, An excellent thing in a woman. GEORGE EDWARD WALTER “Bub” Never let your studies interfere with your high school education. MABEL L. WEISENSTEIN “Mabe Her pleasant smile and kindly ways Will live in our memories all our days. 22 EARL LAWRENCE WHEELER “Barber Boys will be boys. R. CLYDE WOLEGONG “Clyde His favie was great in all the land. DOROTHY E. WORCII “Dot” If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face and you’ll forget them all. JOHN A. ZAMBISKI “Johnnie His heart is as far from fraud as heaven is from earth. 23 nsr VALE TO B. H. S. VALE! A. G. M. Was it years, or only yesterday, since these loved walls first welcomed us, N et long or short these sweet days draw near their final close, And this dear, happy, wholesome episode is a fading chapter, Save in our hearts, where the best, the happiest lingers ever clearer, While the “Bearded Reaper” garners in his never failing harvest. And with the swift passing of our short- ening days thy very name Grows dearer. II. Each shy, awkward, half-awed lad and lassie welcomed here With name of promise, Ereshman, Aye e’en crude, uncouth, half- conscious youth We were— Thus thy sounding walls smiled down upon us, rich Alone in signs of promise. One, two, three the years were passing and at last With the fateful sickle gleaming, bends the fourth before our feet. Richer far are we in friendship, growth and budding happiness Than our fondest dreams gave hint of in that time was Only yesteryear. IV. Somehow thou hast come to be, Dear Youthful Alma Mater So much a part of me, 1'hat I shall not know myself when lack- ing thee. Thy very faults, and I do not conceal that they are many I lave become a part of me, and thus, with us all, How the dim future beckons to a life both new and strange. And we half-awed again. 1'ain at times would we look backward; yet we dare not. Pausing only for a moment on this threshhold of the Past, We would waft a prayer to Heaven: Hear O Lord! 'bis from our hearts. In the words of Hebrew Harper, “Prosper may they, who love Thee On that ladder of human progress the steps of which do upward lead, May you ever lead and aid these Blind and groping unborn thousands as they reach to Thee Lag Thou hast, Thou dares not falter. Never, Never Dear Alma Mater. 24 K— I - J • .v ■ • • —• •• i ► ■+ • ••••• i t • - ■ i ; t ; i « • ‘4 • • —- • • • • • ■8? LITERARY FORTUNE’S FICKLE WHEEL Clara Louise Jenkins PART I. “Mother! the dress is here!” cried an excited voice, whose owner danced around a table and then sped up the stairs to find someone who could share her joy. “Cindy, dearest,” this laughingly from Mother, for she knew it was useless, “If you don’t sit down, you will be so tired before it’s all over. Lor tonight was Cynthia’s first real dance, and although, at times, sixteen seems ages older than sixty, there are other times when it is just plain sixteen, caring little if it never grows up. “I won’t be a ‘Cinders’ any more—they can’t call me that now, can they, Mother?” asked Cynthia as she carefully and tenderly lifted the dress from its bed of white tissue paper. The day finally wore away and Cynthia was ready, with twenty minutes to spare, for the party. She gazed ador- ingly at her reflection. The little silver slippers—she couldn’t have lived with- out them! And the dress—so pale and filmy. Who was she? Could anything so fairy-like clothe dull humanity? Hu- manity, yes—but dull? Never! At least, never at sixteen, with one’s world so full of love and happiness. Cynthia's program was full and she danced each dance as though it were the only one. There were Japanese lanterns in the gardens and on the terrace and, too happy to speak, she wandered be- neath their pale light. Come on, Cindy, it’s your turn!”cried someone, as she walked toward a laugh- ing group. Fortunes were being told and Cynthia laughingly surrendered her palm. “Ah, said the gypsy, “You have a strange hand—very strange. Adventure is written upon it—and marriage. You will marry for love, fair lady—true love!” Cynthia slept lightly the few hours that were left of the night. Through her dreams ran the words—“You will marry for love—true love! PART II. Commencement. Cynthia was gradu- ating from college. Four short years of glorious adventure. Almost too short to be true. And yet she was glad, for she wanted to get away. There was so much to do everywhere—so much to conquer. I ler goal was India—as a medical mis- sionary. There had been so many affairs the last year. Cynthia was tired of it all. 1 ler life was going to be so full, she would have no time for people, except disinter- estedly, of course, or her own small likes and dislikes. Tomorrow the family was driving Cynthia home. Two weeks since Cynthia’s last day at school. She lay in a cool, dark room, in a hospital, unable to think clearly. The pale, still faces of Mother and Dad arose before her continually. And Bobbie’s weak, frightened moan sounded in her ears. When she had regained con- sciousness, they told her that Bobby was safe. They had not needed to tell her that Mother and Dad were already in the Great Beyond. 25 PART III. Cynthia gazed thoughtfully over the bay and at the little town on its shores. Half way up the hill in back of the town stood an old castle. Cynthia was going there that evening, to attend a reception. She felt not the slightest elation at the thought. For almost a year, she had been traveling through Europe and Eng- land. Hurrying aimlessly from one place to another—trying, rather unsuccessfully, to find something that would hold her interest. She had made up her mind to accept the ardent proposals of a young count who had been showering attentions upon her wherever she went. And why not? Why not marry him, live in a beautiful mansion, traveling and shop- ping most of the time? No—she didn’t love him. but why let that hinder her? She really wasn’t sure that she was cap- able of loving anyone any more. Thinking that perhaps Venice would afford some adventure, the next day Cyn- thia traveled to the city of canals. From her balcony over the Grand Canal she sat, one night, watching the procession of gondolas as they w ere poled silently here and there in the pale moon- light. She did not notice that a gondola had come out of the shadows and was resting just beneath her. Sounds of mu- sic came to her. Someone was playing and singing an old love song. She listen- ed—her heart, for some unaccountable reason, was beating wildly. When the song stopped, she looked down. I le had not been singing to her, but to a woman in the gondola beside him. Cynthia slept little that night and the next day left for New York. PART IV. Two children, a girl and a boy, are bending over a large memory book. Dick—“Mother, she’s gettin’ this page all sticky; make her get out; she’ll spoil it—Mom!” Mother (impatiently)—“Now be nice and look at it together or I’ll take it away.’’ Sister—‘Mom, what’s the little book for?’’ Mother—“It’s a program, dear, a dance program—” Dick—“I don’t see no words in it. Mom—where are the words, Mom?” Sister—“What are you savin’ a dead rose for, Mom?” Mother (gazing into space)—“Because your father gave it to me, dear.” Dick—“Where’d he get it, Mom? Why didn’t he give you a whole bunch. Mom? Oh, Mom—” Cynthia had found her world. 26 r £Z MY DARWINIAN DEARIE Howard Oesterling I arrived in the town of B......., Mon- tana, shortly after six o’clock. My war- time pal and dearest friend, Jerry Kane, met me at the station and, after exchang- ing the most cordial greetings, drove me to his home. A delicious hot supper, pre- pared by Jerry’s wife—for he was now married, awaited us. The meal was an enjoyable one although we did hurry it a little, for we had much to tell each other. Jerry and I had enlisted in the same regiment back in '17. This was the be- ginning of a true friendship, that is still existing at the present time. We went through the ‘thick and thin” of the war together, being separated only once, and that was only for the few weeks that Jerry was in the hospital with some shrapnel in his arm. Then came the armistice. Never was there greater rejoicing, for that meant no more fighting, and—home! Yes, it meant home for most of us. But, as for me, 1 had no home to go to, and, as luck would have it, I was chosen to remain as one of the Army of Occupation in Ger- many. Jerry and I sorrowfully parted and I promised to come to visit him at his home in Montana as soon after I landed as possible. After the evening meal was over, we seated ourselves before the fireplace to talk of old times. We hadn’t talked very long when Jerry asked me what I was expecting him to ask all the time. 1 le asked me about the sweetheart I had left in Boston, whether 1 was married, and if not, why? “No, Jerry, old man,” I said, “I'm not married and never expect to marry, at least, not Jean.” “Why, what’s the matter? lias she turned you down, or is she already mar- ried?” exclaimed Jerry. “1 thought you said that you were engaged and expected to be married as soon as you came back. Tell me, Dick, I want to know.” “It’s a long story, but I’ll tell you,” 1 said. So I began— “When 1 left for the front, Jean and I promised to be true always and to be married as soon as I came home. For that matter, we have kept our promise except for the marrying part of it. “I had been gone only a short time when Jean was stricken with a peculiar kind of heart disease. It was only a slight attack at first, but gradually be- came worse. The strangeness of the dis- ease bewildered the doctors in charge, so they summoned other doctors to make a diagnosis of her case, but they, too, were unsuccessful. “Finally, as a last resort, they appealed to Dr. S -......, the greatest surgeon of the country. The queerness of the case interested this doctor, so he consented to take the case. 1 le made an examination and declared that the only thing that could save her life was to replace Jean’s heart with the heart of some animal. He declared that an operation of this sort was all that could save her life. “Her parents, after much deliberation, finally consented to the operation. So Jean was operated on, her heart being replaced by the heart of a chimpanzee. The heart of this animal was used be- cause it possesses almost human quali- ties. All this time 1 was kept ignorant of the fact that Jean was even sick And all the time 1 was away, I didn’t even hear one word of it. 27 ner “Well, the operation was a success. That was, as far as saving her life was concerned, but that was all. She recover- ed so rapidly that the doctors were as- tonished. They attributed this to the fact that as an animal’s heart was used, and as they recover from wounds more rapidly than human beings, she would re- cover faster than another person. “Then I came home. When 1 arrived, I telegraphed that 1 was coming on the evening train. Her mother met me at the station. 1 wondered where Jean w;as and asked her mother. “‘Dick,’ she said, ‘I’m sorry, but 1 have a great disappointment for you. Jean is not the same as when you left her. She is greatly changed.’ “Then she told me all about the oper- ation and how she got over it. She said that Jean was in the best of health, but that she would take spells every once in a while and act like a monkey. Other times she would be her usual self. She said that Jean, as a result of the opera- tion, gradually had forgotten me, that only occasionally she would ask when 1 was coming back. “Her mother said that she seldom takes Jean out in public, for she might be all right for a while, and the next minute she might jump up and catch hold of the chandelier and swing on it or do something like that. She also told me that Jean had developed an extraor- dinary lust for fruits and nuts, especially bananas and the fruit of the cocoanut. “I ler mother suggested that 1 should not even see her. At first I declared that Jean was still the same to me as when I went away, and that she always would be. Her mother said that I would be disappointed and disgusted, be- cause she said Jean would only make my life one of misery by her actions and other newly acquired peculiarities. “Her mother finally persuaded me that she was right, and after bidding her good-bye, 1 left for my aunt’s home in Ohio. I was broken-hearted and my aunt did her best to make me forget my sorrow. But for days I did nothing, as I seemed to be living in a terrible dream. It gradually wore away and one day 1 remembered your invitation and—here 1 am!” I had finished. I looked at Jerry. He seemed plunged in thought while he slowly puffed his pipe. He didn't speak, but I knew that down in his heart he was pitying me. THE RIGHT KIND Freeman Hall Anne Nelson was not at all backward in telling of her love for handsome Jim Edgar, left half on the Chedwick foot- ball team. And indeed. Jim thought a lot of Anne. She was beautiful, happy, and a leader in nearly all of the school activities. Jim had another ardent lover, but the fact was unknown to him. Mary Kim- ball was charming and pretty, but Jim had never paid more than slight atten- tion to her, except at times when his mathematics, or some other subject, was troublesome. Then he could always de- pend upon Mary for assistance. Trouble appeared in the person of Charles Carson, a newcomer in the Chedwick school. Chuck was a football man, and he was a good one. 1 le played half-back, but due to the fact that he slyly broke training, he could not get beyond the second team. One evening in practice, the first and second teams were holding scrimmage. On a fake cross-buck. Jim broke loose and went around left end. He sidestepped one man and straight-armed another and then a clear field lay ahead of him, ex- cept the safety, Chuck Carson. Jim veered sharply, and again tried to side- step, but Carson brought him down with a fine flying tackle. As Chuck hit him Jim felt a hand on his ankle, and then a terrific wrench. Carson got up, but Edgar lay groaning on the field. The coach and the players rushed over and knelt down beside him. “What’s the matter, old fellow?” they asked. “Just turned my ankle,” Jim moaned, hut nevertheless he was not able to con- tinue playing. He even had to be carried from the field. That evening, a doctor’s examination revealed a dislocated ankle and torn ligaments. Next evening Chuck took Jim’s place as left half on the first team. And sev- eral days later, when Jim, taking a short walk on crutches, met Anne Nel- son walking with Charles Carson, Anne ignored him. Jim concealed his hurt until next day when he met Anne bv her- self. He then rebuked Anne for going with Carson, and reminded her that Chuck was the one who had wrenched his ankle. ‘And,” Jim cried, “he did it on pur- pose.” “Who cares?” Anne snapped out. You’re just jealous because he got your place on the team. With such a reply she turned and walked rapidly away. That evening Jim Edgar had a caller. The doorbell rang and upon opening the door, Jim saw Mary Kimball. He in- vited her in. Mary sat down and briefly explained: “I would have asked you to have come over to my house but 1 don’t suppose you can walk very well. 1 heard about your falling out with Anne, but it won’t last. 1 found out that Coach Milford suspected Carson of dirty playing, but he cannot prove it. If anything suspicious happens, you will find a vacancy at left half, and as soon as you are able, you can easily regain your position. As soon as Charles is off the first team, Anne will make up with you.” For a short time the two talked about school doings in general. Then Mary stood up. “Well, I must be go- ing,” she said, “I’m so very sorry that you were hurt.” With these words she 29 iwfner departed, leaving Jim with a new feeling in his mind. “Could it be that Mary cared for him?” he questioned himself. Jim had never before thought much about Mary except at times when he needed help in his studies. True to Mary’s predictions, Carson met his Waterloo three days later in practice. A play, similar to the one in which Jim was injured, happened. A second team man broke through the first team defense and was finally tackled by Chuck Carson, who was again playing safety man. And when Carson stood up, Dickinson, the runner, failed to move. Again the coach and the players rushed across the field. Dickinson, with agonized face, cried out, “That yellow Carson snapped my ankle the same way he got Jim Edgar.” “Hand in your suit immediately, Car- son,” ordered Coach Milford. With white face, but without a reply Carson walked dejectedly away from the field. Practice was called for the even- ing and Dickinson was carried from the field with a broken ankle. The next day Charles Carson was sum- moned to the principal’s office, where he found Edgar, Dickinson and several other players, and the coach. Con- demning accusations by the two injured players caused the principal to decide upon expelling Carson from the school. Suddenly Chuck broke down and con- fessed, “I did intentionally injure you both,” he said, addressing Jim and Dick- inson, “First, 1 wanted to get on the first team, and then lately, 1 began to be afraid of losing my place to Dickinson. I have been going with Anne Nelson, and she plays for popularity. Tomor- row she will be after you again, Jim. I’m sorry for my dirty playing, good- bye!” With this he left the room. When a little later, Jim met Anne, she stopped him. “I’m very sorry for the mean way I have been treating you, Jim,” she broke out, “Will you ever for- give me?” “Certainly,” said Jim. “Oh, I’m so glad,” cried Anne; “By the way there is a fine show at the Grand tonight. Will you take me to see it?” “Sorry,” said Jim, “But I’m taking Mary Kimball. 1 think 1 have found the right kind of a girl.” 30 TWO-FOLD SUCCESS Blanche Masters As Miss Morton was passing down the stairs she became aware of the fact that someone was looking at her. When she reached the second floor she turned .about to see who the person was who had been looking at her. She looked the man square in the eyes. Never before had she seen such beautiful brown eyes. As she looked the possessor of the eyes colored and walked on down the hall. Miss Morton was student nurse at the Salem City Hospital. She was off duty for two hours today and was hurrying back to the hospital when she met this young man. She walked rapidly back to the hospital and went to her room to change into her uniform. As she was about ready to leave her room she heard someone call. Oh! Miss Morton, are you in your room?” Yes,” answered Miss Morton, Won’t you come in?” Miss Sutton entered and dropped wearily into a chair. Oh! I'm so excited,” she exclaimed. What do you think? A new doctor is coming! He is going to study surgery under Dr. Yaggi. His name is Bruce M. Byers, M. D.. and a few more letters tacked onto his name, but it doesn’t make any difference. The only thing of importance is that he is coming and will arrive on the 3:35 train. Oh, 1 can hardly wait!” But what are you so excited about?” asked Miss Morton, “Can’t a new' doctor come to this town without the w;hole staff of nurses at this hospital having spasms?” Oh. don’t be a crab, Jeanne, you know you are excited but won’t admit it.” “Well, doctor or no doctor, it’s time I w'as on duty. I’ll see you later. With this Miss Morton left for her work. Miss Morton,” came the crisp voice of Dr. Yaggi, Come here a moment.” Jeanne turned and walked into the doc- tor’s office. Miss Morton, 1 have called you here to ask you if you w'ould like to work the last few weeks of your course in the operating room. I understand, of course that you have served your time there, but Miss Mills, our registered nurse, is leaving and I can’t get anyone on such a short notice. Your work is excellent and with all the operations we have to perform, 1 thought you might be willing to help out.” ‘But, Dr. Yaggi, I don’t feel that I am capable of holding such a responsible position. Nonsense, Miss Morton, you are the best nurse 1 have. Now 1 want you to report there for duty tomorrow night. Now, Miss Morton, won’t you try and make things a little more comfortable for our new friend Mr. Byers? 1 le is a stranger here in this town, and I am sure he would appreciate any favors. 1 le is to arrive at 3:35 this afternoon. Let us all try to help him.” “All right, doctor, I’ll do my best.” “Thanks, Miss Morton, 1 can always count on you.” While they were talking, the secretary announced a visitor. “Send him in,” said Dr. Yaggi. “Don’t go, Miss Morton, it may be for you.” The door opened and who walked in but the young man with the brown eyes. When he saw Jeanne, his eyes fell to the 31 ner floor. He soon recovered himself, how- ever, and walked over to the doctor. “My name is Byers and I presume that 1 have the pleasure of addressing Dr. Yaggi.” “1 am Dr. Yaggi. I have your letters of introduction and am very glad to welcome you to our institution and this city. And this is Miss Morton. Miss Morton has charge of the operating room and 1 am sure you will get along well together.” “I am very glad to meet you, Miss Morton, said Dr. Bvers, “I am sure we will get along fine and enjoy our work.” “Thank you, Dr. Byers, replied Miss Morton. A few months later. Dr. Yaggi was called to Cleveland to a conference. As he would be gone for several days, Dr. Byers was given complete charge of the hospital. There were no operations scheduled, so Dr. Yaggi felt that he could enjoy this conference. One evening Miss Morton went out for a stroll in the park. As she was re- turning home, she turned a corner just in time to witness a horrible accident. Some small boys w-ere playing ball. Their ball rolled out into the street and one of them dashed after it. lie was so intent upon getting the hall that he failed to observe a car which was approaching. The car struck him and knocked him down. Miss Morton ran out and picked the child up. “Rush me to the Salem City Hospital,” she screamed to the man into whose car she had loaded her burden. After they reached the hospital, they placed the child on a bed and Miss Mor- ton began to give orders. “Everyone leave the room except Miss Sutton. Send Dr. Byers here immedi- ately.” Automatically, Jeanne’s fingers began to work. She washed the blood away from the child’s face. The face she saw' made her scream. “Miss Miller,” she whispered, “The boy is Dr. Yaggi’s son. What will hap- pen if we can’t save his life?” Just at that moment Dr. Byers entered. When he saw the child he turned white. After examination, he saw that an opera- tion was the only possible chance. “But what shall we do?” asked the doctor of Miss Morton, “with Dr. Yaggi in Cleveland.” “There is only one thing to do, Dr. Byers, you must perform this delicate operation. Now hurry, every second counts.” Soon the child was on the operation table and the doctor and nurse were working faithfully. Dr. Byers was work- ing as if his life depended upon it. As it was, his whole career did depend upon it. If he felt like giving up hopes, he had but to glance at Miss Morton. She was working bravely. All of this time the child’s mother was in the waiting room silently waiting the report from the operating room. Dr. Yaggi was coming as fast as the train could bring him. He had left Cleveland the minute he had learned of the acci- dent. But he had faith in Dr. Byers. If only this young doctor could save his son, he would do anything for him. At last the train reached Salem. Dr. Yaggi jumped into a taxi and ordered the driver to drive as speedily as possible to the hospital as it w'as a matter of life and death. When he reached the hospital, all was quiet. He hurried to the operating room. It was empty. His heart fell. I le didn’t know where to look. He met Miss Sutton in the hall. “Oh! Dr. Yaggi, we are so glad you have returned. The operation was won- derful. Dr. Byers worked as if he had been operating for years. And to think, he is so young.” “And he is living?” gasped the doctor. 32 “Of course,” replied the nurse, “lie is sleeping now in room two hundred twelve.” The doctor stole up the stairs to the room where he met his wife. Together they sat down and waited for their boy to waken. Several days later Miss Morton was talking to Dr. Byers. For his wonderful operation, Dr. Yaggi was rewarding by a tour through France where he was to study surgery under the greatest sur- geons. lie was now bidding Miss Morton good-bye. “And when you return, you will be fa- mous and I will still be a poor little nurse,” continued Miss Morton. ‘No, you will always be famous. The way you worked on Dr. Yaggi’s son will never be forgotten. If only I had you to help me, there is no operation that I could not perform successfully.” “Well, why not?” smiled Miss Morton. “Miss Morton! Jeanne!” “Oh! Bruce.” —b.h.s.— TOMORROW’S RECOMPENSE Arthur G. McDowell Dear friends, dear youth, little reck we of tomorrow, We pause not,—but then it is not given amid our youthful pleasures, To know or even guess Life’s deep, yet mayhap, darker meanings. Gay lad and care-free lassie in youth’s brave and early morning, Ne’er stay to ponder the vague yet assur- ed morrow, That slips daily from the lap of Time which is Infinity. Yet our gay, golden time is fleeting with each winging hour, Each glad and gay occasion but nearer brings the moment, When this bright chapter dates 'is last and latest page. Then do not fear this happy time as gone and you forsaken, Lor Time is Life’s most gracious painter whose golden brush is With master strokes creating the mind’s blest joy and treasure— Memory! 33 THE SAGA OF ALONZO McGARGLE GRIFFITH LINDSAY Alonzo McGargle was born on Friday, the 13th, and ever since then the day has had the reputation of being unlucky. Alonzo was a lad of prepossessing moral and physical characteristics, but he had no more brains than a flea. He was so dumb that he thought a quart was something that the milkman left on the back porch early in the morning, and a flask was a useful piece of chemical ap- paratus. I lis reputation of bad luck was probably due to his dumbness, but pos- terity has charitably given him credit for the reverse. He was a slim youth of medium height, with feeble blue the most promi- nent color in his large vacant eyes. His hair was light but of such a shade that none could call him either “Red” or “Whitey”, and his face was neither strikingly handsome or offensive. He was a favorite among that sex known as the weaker through his passable looks and romantic, if not inspiring, physique; but probably the greatest part of his popularity was due to the fact that his intellectual plane was on a level with that of a vast majority of girls, so that they admired his dumb remarks, and he, theirs, each figuring that since these say- ings were as clever as anything he or they had said, they must be “Hot Stuff.” Alonzo, however, had two redeeming characteristics which partially made up for his mental turpitude and tonsil- massaging surname; he could run, and he had a love for bridge. In the latter he was no Work or Ferguson, as the game requires a maximum of human in- telligence; but he knew enough of the rules and technical terms to make him seem a passable player. Though he was voting before he got out of high school, he was accepted at a small college named Havock, because the president’s bootlegger was waiting and he was in a hurry to get away from the daily grind. At college, however, among the men at least, he had a good reputation for a low barometer pressure between the ears. It was in the autumn of the year when the leaves are turning red and brown, causing the poet to wax bucolic, and the cider is turning hard, making the tiller of the soil wax alcoholic; so Alonzo de- cided to go out for football, it being a slack season and a dirth of material, good or bad at the disposal of the coach. lie would go down to the grid-iron for practice thinking bridge, constantly re- volving rules and regulations in his head not that he was thinking; no, that was a pastime rarely indulged in by the obtuse help of the McGargles, but these thoughts were all he knew and so made themselves conspicuous to his conscious- ness by the absence of any competition. Once he fell into this bridge daze during scrimmage while he was on interference; a man got past him and set the runner back a few yards to the profound disgust of the coach, who said, “Why didn’t you take that man out?” “I had average help,” muttered the pride of the McGargles. This reply earned Alonzo an extended session at the cinders; during which, as the heartless mentor said, he could devote his mind to the mysterious complexities of auction. The only reason Alonzo was ever per- mitted to play in a game was that if he once got past the secondary, the safety man was helpless, as the McGargle apology could run farther diagonally 34 nec than any safety man could run straight, in the same time. He was, however, very prone to fumble and forget the signals, so much of the latter in fact that the huddle before each play in which he was to get the ball, became a miniature skull practice for his benefit. It was now the week before the big game with Smithereen, the greatest enemy of Havock, and the Smithereen scouts were well acquainted with the feelings of McGargle, bridge. “Listen,” said the Smithereen scouts to the team, This guy falls into a daze now and then when he starts to think about bridge. You can tell it because his eyes look dumber than usual. If he does that in the game when he has the ball, let’s see some of you wise-cracking boneheads pull off something bright to startle him. The game was about to start. The stands were full of shouting, yelling, bel- lowing, swearing, hiccoughing and bit- terly partisan mobs of students of both colleges. I'he kick-off. The Havock coach had kept McGargle out of the fray as he saw that the game would be dead- locked for the first three periods, and that a fast man might decide the game in the last stanza. Things fell out as he had forseen and McGargle was rushed into the fray in the last two minutes, and there immediately happened that old gag about the lowly substitute entering the game in the final seconds and saving the game, incidentally covering himself with glory. But just as McGargle was on the five- yard line, a voice laden with diabolical cunning shouted, “Eight no-trump.” Alonzo threw down the ball in disgust and shouted: ....! if you are going to bid that way 1 demand a new deal! A Smithereen player dove after the ball but missed and Alonzo picked it up and started the wrong way. I Ie discov- ered his slight mistake after going about forty yards, and he hastened to retrace his steps and make a touchdown, the ball having traveled about two hundred yards in one play. With a sigh of relief the Havock coach lowered the revolver from his temple and said to the reporters, “Well, I’m glad the game didn’t go to Smith- ereen,” and to McGargle, he said: “Nice playing, boy, you made game for us.” 35 ner THE STRANGEST DREAM Bernard Reilly The long, hard winter of forty-three had settled upon Paris. 1 sat within the warm back room of one of the many small coffee houses which clotted Paris at that time. Three of us circled the small table, upon the center of which sat the huge earthen coffee pot from which we filled our cups at frequent inter- vals. Upon my right sat a famous old Napoleonic sea captain. A friendly old man, born in the United States, but fight- ing under any flag considered in the right. Tom Gavin was his name, and he could tell more stirring tales than any other man I ever saw or heard of. Directly across from me sat Charles Pickens, who had served under the Duke of Wellington at many famous battles, and still bore scars received at Waterloo. I myself was just a wanderer and had fallen into the company of this strange pair by chance. I listened closely to their conversation in hopes they would tell some of their strange experiences with which their lives must have been filled. The conversation at this time between the two was of dreams. They were tell- ing and were comparing dreams they had dreamt. Old Pom was attempting to prove that dreams come true. 1 Iis com- panion was trying in various ways to dis- prove that statement. “Listen and I will tell the strangest dream ever dreamt,” said Pickens. Here I sat up with interest, I knew' something was about to be told well worth the hearing. “We’re listening,” replied Tom, as he drained off the last of the coffee. “While unconscious after being wound- ed at the battle of Waterloo,” began the old warrior, “1 dreamt that 1 had be- come despondent with life and roamed the earth in search of one great experi- ence, through w'hich 1 could end my life and at the same time by doing mankind a great service, keep my name before all, in the histories of the world. “I met two men, total strangers to me, but who treated me so kindly that I de- termined to state my quest to them and seek aid from them in realizing it. Upon taking them into my confidence they both appeared overjoyed and said my quest was ended. “I accompanied them, at their request, to a shabby old barn that sat all by itself in the midst of a large forest. Upon entering the barn, my eyes fell upon the strangest object it has ever been my pleasure to behold. A large white beam rested on two iron bars at an angle of about sixty-five degrees and pointed directly at a huge opening in the roof of the barn which was covered with a can- vas sail. Upon the upper part of the beam was attached a huge cylinder with a great conical top; from the bottom of this cylinder dangled a huge cannon fuse. Upon the lower half of the beam W'as secured an oblong shaped box, which at the time, strangely enough, reminded me of a coffin; this box, I found on nearer view' was composed of a material which closely resembled onyx. The front and bottom were made of thick glass the top slid back and forth upon small rollers. 1 could not guess in any way the purpose of this strange machine, and my tw;o friends did not enlighten me. “We examined it and 1 w-as asked my 36 opinion of their little sky-rocket, as they called it. “‘Ah my friend,’ said one, 'you and the box were made for each other. Enter and we shall see how she fits.’ “1 was foolish enough to enter the box and lie down upon the floor of the box. No sooner had 1 laid down than I heard the lid being rolled shut above me. Seeing as I was in this low' box 1 could not turn over on my back, I said nothing thinking my friends were making sport of me. “I saw one through the glass at the front of the box, mount a ladder and apply a flame to the fuse. I became frightened. I attempted to break the glass but could not on account of its thickness. “The faces of the two maniacs were covered with grins of glee and they mockingly waved their hands at me in farewell. Suddenly they sprang back out of my view, ( here was a loud explosion and the apparatus shot out through the canvas into the air accompanied by the low sizzling sound of evenly burning powder. The speed of the rocket was checked somewhat by the friction of the air, but at that the earth passed under me in a jumble and there was nothing 1 could make out. This friction became less, as 1 could tell, because the roaring of the wind lessened in volume. I then knew that 1 was at a great altitude anil the air was becoming rare. It seemed I left the atmosphere of this world almost immediately. All I have described above having taken place in an instant. Two little tanks, one attached on either side of the box began to supply me with the life sustaining oxygen. “When I shot out into space, the siz- zling of the powder ceased, there was no need of a propelling power out there; there w'as no resistance, nothing to resist, just space. Space in which a million miles would seem the mere fraction of an inch. Therefore I say. unless some ex- ternal force were applied to stop me, my motion became perpetual. “It was colder than any mortal could imagine. I was traveling toward the moon which was in its period of opposi- tion, or on the other side of the earth from the sun. It was silent, as silent as death itself, my friends; there is no ‘music of the stars.’ I saw the earth grow smaller and smaller, it was the color of no other heavenly body because of its atmosphere. It is more beautiful than any other body; it is a great copper ball with a bluish halo about it. A comet with its great retinue of meteors swept across the path of my rocket and continued on in its endless journey through space. The moon grew larger and larger; it lay directly in my path. 1 felt in a subconscious manner that my journey w'as to end there, on the moon. 1 began to suffocate, my supply of oxygen was ebbing away. “I grew closer and closer to the moon and finally my rocket crashed into a lunar peak. The box broke open, I rolled out onto the red hot lava of the mountain side. When I came in contact with this molten mass 1 shrieked out in misery and awoke to find the doctor ap- plying a hot iron to cauterize my wound. “This, my friends, is the strangest dream ever dreamt, and 1 11 wager on’t. Anyone can see how impossible it is that this dream can ever come true, therefore I win the argument.” Old Torn stirred himself and replied, “Well, at least some dreams come true.” RECALLED TO LIFE John Heilman The VanRinkle family was the oldest family in Los Angeles and incidentally the wealthiest, which is saying a great deal if you can count all its suburbs. Their ancestors first came to this country from Holland with the Pilgrims. A Van- Rinkle had come to California in the days of ’49 and had struck the richest gold mine ever found. At the present time the family consisted of Mr. and Mrs. VanRinkle and a twelve year old son. There was also a five year old cou- sin who lived with them. 1'he boy, who was named for his father, bore the old family name of Wippington VanRinkle, or Wip for short. He attended public school and was a perfectly normal boy in every respect except his name. We will now leave the VanRinkle family for a while and change our scene for a while to the underworld of Los Angeles. Bull and Louie were sitting in a small, dingy room talking. Bull was rather large, being about six feet six inches tall and weighing about 250 pounds, while Louie was the exact opposite. Louie was an even five feet tall and weighed 115 pounds. Louie was an incessant smoker of cigarettes, lighting a new one off the old one, while Bull was not. He smoked cigars. Louie was the brains of the gang and Bull did the dirty work. “Say, Bull, when the Sahib comes to town, I have a little job to pull off which ought to net us a neat sum of money. There aint no danger in it at all.’’ “Well,” replied Bull, “If there aint no danger in it, I’m for it. I need a little ready cash. Say, by the way, who is this ‘Sahib’ and when does he pull in?” “You see it’s this way,” explained Louie, “1 met him in a little dump I was in about a month ago. He came from India in the first place, but he’s been in America for about five years giving exhi- bitions. He can put himself into some kind of a trance, I guess they call it cataleptic trance, or something like that, and stay in it as long as he wants to. People cover him up with sand, or put him under water, or stick a knife into him, and he never even knows it. When he comes out of the trance he is just as good as ever. 1 le ought to blow in to- morrow sometime.” Tomorrow came and so did the “Sahib”. There was a meeting that night in Louie’s room for the purpose of dis- cussing the plans. They worked far into the night perfecting the details of the “job”. During the next week, thanks to the brains of Louie, two of the VanRinkle cars were badly damaged in accidents. No one was hurt except Bull, who cut his hand on the windshield when he knocked over a telephone pole with the car. The reason Bull was driving the car was be- cause the regular chauffeur had become sick in some mysterious manner and Bull had arrived opportunely to take his place. More thanks to the brains of Louie. The third and last car was wrecked by Bull a few days later. Bull also lost his job on the same day. The next day little Wip’s mother called him just before school time and said, “Wippington, darling, I think 1 shall have to call a taxi to take you to school today, because that stupid chauffeur ruined our last car yesterday and your father hasn’t been able to spare enough time from his golf to buy a new one yet.” “Aw, Maw,” answered Wip, “Can’t I 38 walk to school just this once?. All the other guys do.” “Gracious! what terrible language! But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt you to walk to school just this once.” “Hot dog!” Wip walked down the street to find some of his friends. But it was late and all his companions had started to school so he continued on his way by himself. For the first time he was the only person on the street. “I’d better hurry or I’ll be late and have to stay for an hour after school,” Wip said to himself. Just then a large shiny sedan drew up to the curb a little ahead of Wip. As Wip was walking past it, a man called to him. “Say, kid, can you tell me how to get to Hollywood Boulevard?” “Sure,” replied Wip, “My sch x)l is on that street.” “Get in and I’ll take you to schcxil if you show me how to get to I iollywood Boulevard,” the man said. Wip got in and sat beside the driver. But as soon as the car pulled away from the curb, he was yanked into the back seat by two men who were riding back there. They covered him up with a robe and laid him on the floor after they had securely gagged him. About two hours later Mr. VanRinkle received a note telling him that his son had been kidnapped and ordering him to place a bag containing $100,000 at a cer- tain place at a certain time that night. The note added that if he notified the police he would never see his son again. Mr. VanRinkle left the bag of money at the place and time, but he had also notified the police. Policemen W'ere hidden in every possible place near where VanRinkle had hidden the money, and as a result, no one came to get it. As a consequence of his foolishness, Mr. VanRinkle was never again to see his son. “I know an undertaker that will do it for us. 1 le needs money.” Louie was talking. “Yeah, but I ain’t goin’ to be mixed up in no murder. It’s bad enough to pull off a kidnapping job without having a murder besides,” declared Bull. The scene had now shifted back to Louie’s dark little room trying to de- cide what to do with Wip VanRinkle, who was lying on the bed, bound and gagged. “You see, Bull, this is where the ‘Sahib’ does his stuff.” And Louie ex- plained his plan to both of them. “1 gotta hand it to you, Louie, you sure got the brains. It’s tough on us that his old man didn’t come through with the cash, but this looks like the best way out.” I he next day, one might have seen a small funeral wending its way to the cemetery; but, as a fact no one paid any attention to it. One night about a month later, strange things w ere going on in the same ceme- tery. Three men were walking around examining some graves. “Naw this ain’t the place, grunted Bull, disgustedly, “Doggone it, Louie, who would a thought that they’d bury about two dozen more stiffs in almost the same place that we buried him? “Well, 1 ain’t goin’ to dig up twenty graves just to find him. We should a marked that grave. I ain’t gonna stay around here no more. It ain’t healthy. I’m gonna hit for Mexico. Let’s go,” Louie said. On the fifteenth of June, 19%, L.os Angeles was almost totally destroyed by a severe earthquake. When the people began to rebuild the city they decided to do away with the cemetery that was now in the middle of the city but which was on the outskirts of the city about twenty 39 mA WriEr 'a years ago. The bodies were to be dug up and consumed by acid as all bodies have been for the past twenty years, thus do- ing away with cemeteries. A large store was to be built where the cemetery was. A person would be able to buy anything he wanted in this one store. The roof was to be entirely flat so that customers could land on it and the two top stories were to be used exclusively to provide parking space for the airplanes of cus- tomers, thereby solving the difficult parking problem. Laborers were busy digging up the dead. Many of the coffins had been broken open by the earthquake. Two workmen had just removed a coffin from the ground and seeing that the lid had keen split bv the earthquake, thought that it wouldn’t do any harm to look in. It contained the body of a twelve year old boy. The laborers remarked that he didn’t look as though he had been dead long yet that he must have been because this was such an old cemetery and the boy wore such old-fashioned clothes. Just then one of the men dropped his shovel and it hit against the coffin. The boy shuddered. The color began to come back to his face. I le stirred and finally sat up in his coffin. The two laborers uttered an awful shriek and fainted. The other men heard them and gathered around. One of them had the presence of mind to call a doctor. In a month the bov had completely re- covered. The last thing that he re- membered was being in a room with three men. One of these who looked like a Hindu, had stared at him until he became unconscious. I le remembered everything perfectly up to the time that he lost consciousness. He recalled his name, when he had lived, his parents, and his schoolmates. The police looked in their records and discovered that a boy named VanRinkle had been kid- napped in 1926 and had never been found. The kidnappers had never been caught. Wip’s father and mother had died from grief over the loss of their son. I lis cousin, who had been five years old at the time of his abduction, was now seventy-five, while Wip was still twelve. The only explanation that the police had for the whole thing was that the Hindu had put him in a cataleptic trance. Then he had been buried by the three men, who intended to come back and get him after everyone had forgotten the kidnapping. When they came back they couldn’t find his grave and so had to leave him there. When one of the men dropped his shovel against the cof- fin, the sharp noise had brought him out of the trance. Wip died at the early age of fifty. His airplane engine stalled when he was 10,- 000 feet up. Thus ends the story of Wip VanRinkle. 40 GLORIA’S TRANSFORMATION Lillian Guttormsen I lis beloved country, America, had en- tered the great World War. Wellington Bennett, rich and influential steel mag- nate sat before the fire in the drawing room of his palatial Long Island home. The room was dark save for the reflec- tion of the blaze. For many long min- utes the man had sat thus, his head bowed, his features grave and serious. Wellington Bennett was alone with his thoughts. To be sure he had much to occupy his attention on this evening in early April, 1917. Ilis rise from a humble laborer to his present position of wealth and influence had but strengthen- ed the noble character of the man. Ben- nett had a sincere love for his God, his fellow-men, and his country. He cared nothing for the outward show of the rich and the pretentious. And tonight Bennett’s thoughts were mostly of his country. America had entered the war, and Bennett was glad. I lis imagination followed the soldier boys across the sea. Gladly would he take his place among them, had it not been that his services were badly needed at home. Bennett was to take charge of the Brooklyn Shell Factory, which would furnish ammunition to a part of the army. “So long, Father, old dear.” a careless young voice interrupted Bennett’s rev- erie. Looking around in the direction of the voice, Bennett saw his daughter in the act of pulling on her gloves. “Gloria,” said Bennett, “1 wish to speak with you.” A little frown of annoyance appeared between Gloria’s brown eyes. “Really, Father.” she began, but something in her father’s face compelled her to stop. She sat down in a chair close to his. Bennett arose, and folding his arms, looked long and earnestly at the girl be- fore him. She was pretty with her curly brown hair, dark eyes and rosy cheeks. She was his own daughter, this young lady of twenty-two. Yet how different she was from him! She carried herself like a princess charming, and had no use for those whom she considered below' herself. Her life was an endless round of parties, theatres, and dances. Finally Bennett spoke. “America has entered the war, Gloria.” “Really? “You are not interested ”’ “Not particularly,” answered Gloria, stifling a yawn. The little act broke down Bennett’s re- straint. “Gloria,” he cried, “I tremble for you! Real life and love have passed you by. Do you know what you should do? You should join that noble army of young people who have pledged their lives to their country’s service. But you—” he paused, “you think only of yourself. Gloria Bennett, I shame to call you my daughter!” With these words he turned and left the room. For some minutes Gloria sat w'here he had left her. stunned into silence by her father’s unusual display of emotion. But soon her amazement turned into anger. She had some of her father's spirit, and her pride had been seared to its core by his words. One thought was uppermost in her mind. She must somehow get into that army of which her father had spoken. She would go and when it was too late to call her back her father would repent nwwner those rash words. Gloria Bennett would make her father pay. A year had passed since Gloria left her father’s home. In that one year she had lived a lifetime. In an Allied Military Hospital ‘Somewhere in France,” Gloria Bennett was finding healing for her paralyzed soul. She was not the same girl that she had been a year ago. She was older, wiser, sadder, and strangely happier. What had brought about the change? Gloria had come in the bitterness of her soul, seeking revenge; she was find- ing Life, and Love, and God. She had seen men, young boys, meet death with- out a shudder. She had seen one man kill another in the merciless tactics of war. She had seen one soldier lay down his life for another. In short she had seen ‘things which it is not lawful for man to utter.” And when she reflected on her own past life, it seemed utterly despicable. She was filled with a great desire to atone for it in some measure. Thus it was that many a weary soldier had found rest and peace under her tender ministrations. In that hospital Gloria Bennett came to be known as Glory. And it was a fitting name. The change in Gloria had not been a sudden transformation. The habits of a life- time are not easily severed. It was a slow and torturous process, marked by many a tear. Glory had become attached to all her patients. But there was one young man, Leonard Grant, of whom she thought in a special way. Day by day, as she made the rounds of ‘‘her boys” she lingered a little longer at his bedside. Her smile for him was a little brighter, her anxiety for him a little deeper, than for the others. And yet one day when he caught her hand as she passed, she draw away almost instinctively. There was an in- visable barrier between them. A sudden realization came to Gloria,—the realiza- tion that she considered him below her. It was the last remnant of the old pre- judices. In vain Gloria tried to shake off the old feeling. The barrier still re- mained. That evening for the first time in her life, Gloria prayed. Withdrawn from all about her, she asked divine help in this climax of her struggle. A hand touched Gloria’s shoulder gently, “Young Grant is calling for you. Glory-girl.” Turning, Gloria looked into the face of Dr. Allen, head surgeon of the hospital. At sight of his face, a great fear leaped into Gloria’s eyes. In answer to the question he read in her face, Dr. Allen said gently, “It won’t be long, Glory, he’s going fast. You'd better go to him. In an instant Gloria was at Grant’s bedside. The boy’s dying eyes, looking eagerly into Gloria’s face, found a great hope there. “Gloria, dear, can it be true?” Bowing her head in the blissful agony of that moment, Gloria whispered, “Oh, Len, 1 do love you.” Glory bent down and kissed the cold lips. Happy in the sweet knowledge of her love, the soldier boy had passed on. On that night, Gloria’s battle ended, she had won her fight. Two months later, Gloria Bennett re- turned to her father’s home. The meet- ing between the two was indescribable. Sitting together that night before the open fire, Gloria bared her heart to her father. When she had finished, Bennett drew his daughter to him tenderly. “Gloria, dearest,” he asked, “Was it worth the price?” “Oh. Daddy,” she answered, “The cost was great, but not too great, for I have found Life, and Love, and—God.” And though her eyes were bright with tears, on her lips was a beautiful smile. 42 ner LIFE’S A FUNNY THING Florence Heidenreich Mamie O’Reilly was the prettiest waitress in Le Grande Cafe. No doubt about that, considering the admiring glances she received from her patrons. Both men and women liked to have Mamie wait upon them. Her slim, girl- ish form glided through the mass of tiny tables like a graceful and sleek cat. Small black curls peeked through her spotless crown and the most beautiful blue eyes of which only one nation can boast—Ireland, shone through her cap. Such was Mamie O’Reilly, the petite waitress of the fashionable New York cafe. Mamie had many regular patrons who sat at her tables from week to week. Not all of the same type, not all of the same business, but all the same when under Mamie’s smiling gaze. Back to the kitchen for a tray for the lady who works at ‘The Blue Box Beauty Shoppe”. ‘‘Madame Louise is ordering salads again, commented Mamie, “She must have gained an ounce.” “Mamie, Mamie! your Mr. Sarver is waiting fer ve’ out there,” cried Mary Brian, one of Mamie’s few shop friends. “K. O. answered Mamie with a smile. Of all the noon-day patrons Mamie like Mr. Sarver the very, very best. Oh, no indeed, he wasn’t a young and handsome man, but a man of perhaps fifty years. For almost three years Mr. Sarver had been coming regularly to Mamie’s table to be served. “Hello, Bonny Lass. Give me my reg- ular dinner, with no variations except a few words or two from you, colleen, greeted Mr. Sarver. “Sure you are eating very heartily these days; you’ll be agetting the gout and ye’ll be laid up for some time,” laughed the girl. Time passed lightly in Mamie’s life until one day Mr. Sarver did not come to lunch. “Wonder why he’s not here today, Mary?” asked Mamie of her friend. “Ye’ don’t miss that old bloke, do ye’?” “Well, I think he is awfully nice. “lie or his tips?” inquired Mary. The next day he did not come and Mamie began to worry about her old friend. For a week she didn’t hear a word about him. Then on Saturday she learned the truth of her faithful friend, lie was dead! The cold fact lay heavily upon poor little Mamie. Not a smile all day long. She used to wait for him to come in the door; how he would greet her. She remembered funny little things he said to her. For many weeks she worked with this dark cloud hovering over her. Monday again; it was three weeks ago that she had lost this friend. How she missed him! Mamie was changing her smart uni- form for her chic street clothes. She made a charming appearance in her simple but well chosen clothes. “’Phone, miss, said John, the desk boy, handing her a small card with a tele- phone number on it. Mamie wondered about this, but rang up the number. After a short, almost abrupt conversation, Mamie was inform- ed to call upon Mr. Johnson, executor of Mr. Sarver’s estate. Mr. Sarver’s es- tate! What in the world could it mean? Three o’clock. Mr. Johnson. Estate. Oh, she didn’t know what she did know. Three o’clock found Mamie at Mr. Johnson’s office. After an interminably 43 long period she was the proud possessor of part of Mr. Sarver's estate. She didn’t understand what it w-as all about; what she did know w;as she had a bank book with quite a sum of money in it. Yes. that was it. Mr. Sarver had left a large estate and he had willed one-tenth of it to his friend, Mamie the waitress. Just think of all the things she could do with that money. “1 know what I’m going to do with my money, I’m going to learn how to be a very fine lady.” She resigned her position as waitress and left the dining room assistants search for old fellows with funny ways, that could afford to leave a part of their es- tates to waitresses, just because she had an Irish smile and brogue and twinkling blue eyes. One year later finds Mamie well on in her resolution to become a great lady. Other plans had also entered her head. She was tiring of dancing school, swim- ming. tennis, and learning how to walk, act, sit, and talk. Madame Grace taught Mamie how to lower her voice and walk with more graceful steps. Madame Grace was proud of the finely finished product she had turned out of the crude little Mamie O’Reilly. Everything about Mamie was changed. Constant companionship with cultured people, concerts, lectures, and parties transformed the old Mamie into a new girl. Madame Grace won over her desire to have Mamie change her name to some- thing less common and different. She chose Francell Gardeau. Careful investments helped make the new Francell’s small fortune grow slowly but steadily. “I’m tired of this life. Everything has gone too far for me. Don’t try to find me. Francell.” Brief but straight to the point was Francell’s note to her friends and Madame Grace. She decided to go west—how far she didn’t know—west, that was all. When Francell, the lady, stepped from the large Pullman train in Los Angeles, she had gotten far enough west. Now for a good hotel— Yes, the Alhambra.” The Alhambra proved a very good hotel to Mamie—ah—I mean Francell. Francell had her meals in her room the rest of the day. But the next morn- ing she had breakfast in the large dining room. The place thrilled Francell im- mensely; she liked the quiet service, the interesting faces and—the food. After she had her breakfast, Francell went for a stroll, through a beautiful shady lane and over a quaint bridge. She liked the bridge very much, so much that she sat down on the old stone rail- ing. Her picture was reflected in the still water beneath. Francell was satisfied for the time with life. And no wonder. The morning following she rode, and through the same shady lane, but this time she met a young man, a very hand- some young man. I le smiled at her and turned his horse in the same direction as Francell’s was going. “I beg your pardon, but did you not drop this whip?” said the rider. “Oh, yes, thank you very much; 1 hadn’t noticed the loss Mr.—er—a.” “Houghton.” “Thank you Mr. Houghton, said Francell. “Miss—ah—” “I am sorry, but I—I must be going.” “Oh, boy!” whistled Billy, “That’s the heiress is it? Well she and I are going to be friends from now on, for two special reason—one is, she is nice—and the other is, she is rich. Both these rea- sons are good. My money is about gone now and it is not a great surprise. I have been spending pretty lavishly and 1 can’t seem to help it. When a fellow gets used to that sort of thing, he can’t 44 get out of it. Therefore 1 must hunt a lady with an income who needs a hus- band to spend her money. And that lady is the one.” It isn’t any use to go over the romance of that fortune-hunter and the prize he was after, because you’ve read the details in more than a thousand Sunday supple- ments. Billy asked Francell to marry him and she accepted him, thinking him a rich bachelor. They had motored, swum, danced, dined, and loved each other for almost eight months and now Billy was taking I'rancell back to New York. The first place he took her was to the I.eGrande Cafe. 1'he first person she met was Mary. Why hadn’t she thought to ask Billy to take her somewhere else? But I'rancell was too happy thinking about the rich husband she was getting. Oh. what would he think when Mary or one of her old friends would greet her as “Mamie”? No, she wasn’t going to back out now; she would face it like a good soldier. Maybe Mary had quit working at Le- Grande Cafe. I'rancell and Billy passed through the tiny tables to one secluded table in a very quiet corner. “Why, bless your heart, Mamie! When did you come back? I never thought I’d see ye again in all my life,” shouted Mary. Francell, who is this person? asked Billy with a somewhat strained voice. “Why—why, she’s a friend of mine, 1 guess,” stammered Francell. “Francell—Francell! my eye — that’s Mamie O’Reilly, the classiest little wait- ress on this side of New York,” said blundering Mary. “Mary—please not so loud, everyone is looking at us,” cautioned Francell. Mary hadn’t another word to say; she took their order and walked away with her good-natured but slouchv walk. Contempt was written on the face of Billy Houghton as he looked at Francell. “‘The classiest little waitress on this side of New York,’ are you? Well, little did I think I was marrying that kind of a girl. Let’s get out of here, I am already filled up with this idea of ‘Mamie, wait- ress,’ and your masquerading.” Mamie followed him out of the build- ing and was just about ready to cry for sheer disappointment, humiliation and regret. She loved Billy just the same, no matter what he had said, but that didn’t matter now, he must surely despise her for this. She had fooled him, but she really loved him. She didn’t know that Billy really thought he was marrying her for her money. I Ie didn’t know he lov- ed her—that is, not yet. “Take me to the hotel,” she said briefly. They rode in silence until the lobby of the hotel was reached. “I am going in here to get my shoes shined, said Billy. “I need one, too, do you mind if 1 go along? said Mamie sweetly. They were nicely seated, when a voice was heard. “Why, Billy, Billy Murphy! you good old scout, how are you? A crowd of bootblacks were gathering around Billy and he looked as if he just had had a six year molar pulled. There was a very painful expression on his face. Then the engaging grin spread over his face. Gee! these were his friends and he couldn’t very well snob them. No, bv gee, he wouldn’t either. I le welcomed them heartily and they gathered around him like a large family of brothers, all talking at once. From the high chair in the shoe shining parlor Francell looked down on the gent- leman whose name was Murphy instead of Houghton. Funny how things hap- pened ! At last he tore himself away from the 43 ner 'a group of boys and men, he came shame- facedly toward her. Ah! she was going to read the riot act to him now, just as he had done to her. “A bootblack are you? A Murphy? Hum, I didn’t think 1 was going to marry a bootblack either.” “You are wrong there—Mamie—1 am a barber. But these fellows work here, too, and the barber shop is just next to it. Can 1 ever explain to you, Francell?” “Yes, if you will allow me to explain to you first,” said Francell, almost too happy to speak. “All right—go ahead.” Francell told her story and told him how she loved him. When she had fin- ished, he looked at her and said, What was your good friend’s name?” “Mr. Sarver,” replied Mamie. “Well, my story is just the same only I was his special barber and you were his waitress.” “You really don’t mean it?” asked Mamie. “Yes, I do, and I thought you were an heiress with loads of money,” confessed Billy. “And I thought you a rich bachelor with the same,” confessed Mamie. “But 1 only know now,” said Billy, “that I could love you if you didn’t have a cent.” “Gee! isn’t life funny? We had to spend nearly all our money and go clear across the country to find that we loved each other, said Mamie in her old way and the old speech she used before she left New York. —b.h.s.— FAREWELLS Artuhr G. McDowell Today the farewell word is spoken, The final wish for good; And though as yet, dear classmates, Our paths bend not much asunder, Ne’erless too swiftly comes realisation That we shall never again be as today. A nd with the slap of swiftly falling pages, My heart awaits, though yet lamenting, The opening of Tomorrow's Chapter. 46 I • «� • • p� -• • I I rHE MAGNET zn 5K Entered as 2nd class matter at the postoffice at Butler, Pa., and mailed at the special rate of postage, under Act of October 3, 1917. Editor-in-Chief .. Business Manager Assistant Editor.. Literary Editors.. School Notes....... Athletics ......... Alumni Editor... Exchange Editor. . STAFF Charlotte Klingler, ’27 ..Clyde Wolfgong, ’27 ...Alvin Frederick, ’27 f Dorothy Russell, '27 Lucille Murphy, ’27 ......Freman Hall, ’27 .... Kenneth Baird, ’27 .Hazel Autenreith, '28 .Arthur McDowell, ’27 Joke Editors....... Art Editors........ Asst. Business Mgr. Advertising Editor. Asst. Adv. Editor.. Faculty Advisor... {Paul Johnston, '27 Charles Donnell, '27 Milton Friedman, ’27 f George Krampart, '27 1 Howard Dinsbur, ’27 .Ralph McClafferty, ’27 ......Ted Harper, ’27 .Howard Torrance, ’27 ...........Miss Moore SENIOR MAGNET STAFF Charlotte Klingler Charles Donnel Alice Kresge Freeman Hall Betty Tebay John Heilman I loward Paul Johnston Dorothy Russell Earl Schenck Lillian Guttormsen Arthur McDowell Clyde Wolfgong orrance FRIENDSHIP Charlotte Klingler In our four years of high school life, we have grown richer in friendship as well as in other things. We all have a speaking acquaintance with quite a few people, and each of us has his intimate friends. We are only beginning to real- ize how large a place friends fill in life. Friendship, in the true sense of the word, is a wonderful thing; a true friend is a priceless possession. Someone has said that a true friend is more precious to the soul than all which it inherits beneath the sun. Friends who are worthy of the name are loyal at any time, no matter what happens. The only way to have true friends is to be one yourself. We can’t 47 expect to take any more than we give, and we should be willing to give more , than we receive. The joy that true friendship brings can not be expressed; one must feel it to know. Close companions have a greater in- fluence on our life than we realize. Inti- mate association is bound to affect our characters and our very thoughts. It has often been said that a man is known by the companions he keeps. This is true, but we can find something fine and worthy of regard in every person. Much has been said about this matter of friends. Emerson wrote an essay on the subject which is very well known. Friends pay, and they should have a place in every person’s life. Let us, then cultivate new friends, and let our older friends know that we appreciate them. Our lives will be infinitely richer and ful- ler if we have friends to help us over the rough places and to enjoy life with us when everything seems rosy. The poet tells us that friendship is “Love without wings,” but sometimes, 1 think, friendship has wings, too. The friends that we have made in high school may be life-long friends, and, again, they may not. In any event, we may be glad that we have them now, and in later years, we may look back and be glad that our way has been made more pleasant by the presence of friends. —b.h.s.— GOALS Alice Kresge Some of us are about to realize one of our dreams. We have reached the goal which we placed before ourselves a few years ago. We are about to conclude our high school life—to enter a broader field of life. To us, this graduation appears a mo- mentous occasion. So it should! It is only right that we feel a tinge of pride in reaching a position for which we have striven for twelve and one-half years. Let us not, however, forget that gradu- ation from Butler High School is merely a first goal passed in a long succession of goals. It is so easy to slacken the pace a bit when our subject is in view. We for- get, for the moment, that one goal pass- ed, one dream realized, it is for us to carry on to a still higher goal. Let us not be content with what we have accomplished. Let us set for our- selves another goal, higher and more difficult to attain. Whatever it may be, whether graduation from college, a good office position, or the like, let us try to reach the top in our chosen field. Every field, even the most humble, has its peak. It i for us to reach that peak. —b.h.s.— THE DANGEROUS TRUTH Arthur G. McDowell “The Truth dangerous? How absurd! Never!” we say firmly. Let him who dares, make such a statement. Nay, there is none. Probably you are right and further after having read my thesis you may well ask what connection this has with what we are mainly interested in discussing. Very likely, none. This is, after all has been done and said, only an editorial. Insofar as it is concerned, the cynic may after all ask “What is the Truth”? Ear be it from the writer’s mind to at- tempt to define it and thereby make him- self seem silly in attacking an impossible task. But we all have a fairly definite idea in our own minds, don’t we? At the very least, we have some definite conceptions of its characteristics, certain- ly. For example is Truth the same and constant through the ages? “By all means,” we glibly reply—“Truth is the one solid quantity of all time, it is the rock to which it is always safe to cling, 48 £r the firm foundation of all great human experience and as the poet has so beau- tifully put it”—Stay, it is enough you are evidently much better informed and pre- pared than I am. But this it still com- pletely out of touch with my real subject. Yet while 1 am still wool-gathering, I would satisfy even further my vapid curi- osity. Dear reader, have you ever studied history? You have! 1 have, then, at last discovered a kindred mind. Dear friend, have you not often been struck by the fact of the coincidence of the noteworthy similiarity of opinion among the great men of our past, all of whom we honor equally today? But to our real subject and away with these im- pertinent and pointless wanderings. We, the youth of today are compli- mented on our frankness, our hatred of sham and sentimentality. We are proud of the compliment, let us be worthy of it. l ake for example, Democracy. Free speech has always been a tenet of the democratic philosophy. The late Presi- dent Eliot of 1 larvard evidently was in- fluenced by this tenet of the democratic doctrine of which he was a defender and believer. He specified as one of the main objects of education in democracy the firm planting in every child’s mind of certain great truths which lie at the foundation of the democratic social theory. Following the logical arrange- ment of ideas in this democratic theory, the New Republic is quoted as saying, “One of the most fundamental of such truths is that the practice of democracy depends on the intelligent action of pub- lic opinion, and that a primary condition of securing such action is freedom of ex- pression in speech and press. All leading defenders of democratic government, from Milton to John Stuart Mill, have insisted that whatever be the embarrass- ments and dangers caused by the exercise of this freedom, they must be faced in the name of the system of human control in which they are inherent, that they are in most cases outweighed by the evil of the repudiation of the system involved in suppression.” But let us not be too much swayed by this reasoning. May it not be that, we, the younger generation, are able to see the matter more clearly and much less sentimentally and more freely than those named, from narrowness of view and from prejudice. We should find our- selves not unsupported in taking this op- posite view. Dr. Graves, Commissioner of Education for the state of New York, in forbidding the use of school buildings to the American Civil Liberties Union who desired to discuss “Old Fashioned Free Speech”, says that the use of school buildings should not be granted “if there is any probability that it will be resented by a considerable number of people.” This constitutes a practical refutation of President Eliot’s theory so widely pro- fessed. Mere then evidently is a man of rare courage and originality. He is matched by Superintendent Mandell of the Board of Superintendents of New York City, who recently declared that a school teacher should not, nay, must not possess or express opinions on public af- fairs. Mr. Mandell would doubtless, however, leave the teachers the ballot, the pure machinery of democracy and by all means the most important. These are I assure you, not isolated instances, but types of a large list. In addition, it should be remembered that the citizens of Passiac within the last year were de- prived of their constitutional rights of free press, free speech and peaceable as- sembly all with the greatest impunity. And yet Democracy marches trium- phantly on. Or does it? The New Republic declares that demo- cracy has failed and points to Dr. Graves and Mr. Mandell as exact illustrations of why it fails. It fails because the offi- cials who creep, intrude, and climb into 49 imr positions of responsibility are too timid or too self-interested to give it a trial.” There may or may not be a warning in the words of Albert B. Hart of Harvard University used in reference to the Aboli- tionists—“For with all their one-sided- ness and intensity, and the vituperation indulged in by many of their number, the abilitionists laid hold of a principle without which the republic could not ex- ist—the principle, namely, that free dis- cussion is the breath of liberty; and that any institution which could not bear the light of inquiry, argument and denuncia- tion was a weak and dangerous institu- tion.” —b.h.s.— ADVERTISING I Ioward Torrance Advertising has come down to us through the ages. Back in Palestine, Rome and Greece, men were employed to make public announcements and some- times for individual interest. At the time of Pompeii written advertisements were introduced by printing on the walls. During the middle ages every town had a town crier who was a sort of public ad- vertiser. Then came the printing press and the newspaper of today. America is the greatest advertising country of the world. Advertising on a large scale in the United States dates from the New York Sun in 1833. From then on, advertising increased bv leaps and bounds till the present when estimates of the amount spent annually in advertising reach the almost unbelievable sum of five hundred million dollars. There are many different types of ad- vertising at the present time, the most important being newspapers and maga- zines, which carry about seventy-five per cent of the advertisements. Other forms are circulars, catalogues, bill boards, signs, salesmen and personal advertising. Also the aeroplane is one of the coming means of advertisement. For example, in the eastern part of the United States, the Lucky Strike Cigarette Co. hires a man to go up and leave a smoke adver- tisement. The smoke advertisement stays in the air for many minutes. The Lucky Strike Co. pays the aviator one thousand dollars for each trip that he makes. The tremendous increase in advertising has opened the eyes of the business world to its importance. Agencies have been formed for the specific purpose of adver- tising for the different concerns. Busi- ness men begin to appreciate the fact that advertising is not merely an incident of competition, but often the most im- portant department of a business upon whose management the success and growth of the business depends. Many people belittle the importance of advertising. They say, “What is the use of wasting money on these magazine ad- vertisements? 1 never read them. They are wrong; when an advertisement glares up at them from a page of a magazine, whether they realize it or not, they sub- consciously read it. Advertising has reached a stage where it is necessary to restrict it; for instance, in Philadelphia, an ordinance has been passed prohibiting the distribution of circulars, and many towns have banished the bill boards. Even the railroads are objecting to the bill boards and signs be- cause they spoil the beauty of the scenery on their route. In brief summary, statistics show us that It Pays to Advertise.” 30 ♦ • • • «• • • • • • � • •• I • • • - • � • • • % % t 4 • •% I i 1 'i ; % r • l %. • i «i • HW • • • • • • •• • — • • • -• • • i I I 0 t N • • • I' f % ' i r V ■ : • - • ? S % t i •• T CLASS ACTIVITIES 1? BACCALAUREATE The class of January, 1927, held its Baccalaureate services Sunday night, January It), at 7:30. As is the custom, the class inarched in to the “Vesper 1 lymn. The sermon was delivered by the Rev. William Oliver Johnson, of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church. —b.h.s.— CLASS NIGHT At last our expectations were about to be realized! On the night of January IS, 1927. the curtain rose on one hun- dred bright and shining faces—each one waiting to see what faults and virtues peculiar to him were to be broadcasted to the public in general. The program was in the nature of a newspaper (quite a novel idea, don’t you think? Page the Class Night committee!), and each part represented some phase of newspaper writing. The program included: The Editorial—Clyde Wolfgong, Class President Twice Told Tales—Margaret Say and Lucille Kitts. Court News—Charles Donnel and Hunter Calderwood. Optimist and Pessimist—Dorothy Rus- sell and William Say. Weather Forecast—Mary Louise Turner and Joseph Joy. Shakespeare—Ruth Rummer and Paul Johnston. Classified — Catherine Christley and Robert Coyle. In addition to the speakers, musical selections were furnished by the class. A piano solo was played by Hannah Lardin, a member of our class, who shows decided talent for music. The bouquets and brick-bats were over! One more class night gone forever! —b.h.s.— COMMENCEMENT Our Commencement exercises were held January 20, 1927. The general theme was “Archaeology in Yucatan.” The subject was a modern one, and was very interesting and instructive to the audience. The work in Yucatan was dis- cussed in detail by the following honor students: The Salutatory— The First Americans—Charlotte Klingler Mayan Civilization.Ruth MacDowell The Mayan City-Chichen Itza.... ......................Alice Kresge The Rain Gcxl’s Treasure.Betty Tebay The Sacred Well..........Mable Croft Legends ...........Marian Donaldson The Valedictory— Hidden Beauty......Lillian Guttormsen John Heilman, who was to speak on this program, had to forego the pleasure in order to enter Mercersburg Academy. Our diplomas—mythical ideas come true. —b.h.s.— FAREWELL EXERCISES On Friday morning, January 21, at 9:00, our farewell exercises were held. The usual order of program was follow- ed,—the president’s speech, by our worthy and famed classmate, Clyde Wolfgong, and the usual round of speakers. The school was presented with pictures as a memorial in behalf of our class. There was much weeping and wailing—commencement had begun! 51 ner IN THE DAYS OF YORE Long ago, when we were Freshmen, we had a “Get Acquainted Party” in the gym. Preceding the party, to which our fond parents were invited, we assembled in the auditorium to hear one of our teachers orate on the subject of home study. We were all greatly delighted with the plan outlined by the speaker, whereby we should each one study no less than three hours each night. Inno- cent as we then were, each and every one of us resolved to study, at the very least, three hours a night. After the pro- gram, we adjourned to the gym to play games and, what is more important, to eat. Mr. Schattschneider was master of ceremonies, we recall, and led the games with his customary genial generalship. F.ach room had a color of its own, and each tried to outdo the others. The re- freshments must not have made a very decided impression on us, for we can’t seem to remember just what we did eat. With the exception of a faint memory of punch, the refreshments are absolutely blank in our mind. Nevertheless, it was a good party, and is one of the pleasant memories that we have of our high school days. —b.h.s.— OUR HALLOWE’EN DANCE Dancing has always been a popular diversion and that this is true with this class was well proven by the attendance at our I Iallowe’en dance. The seasonal decorations seemed to produce the proper atmosphere to put every one into proper spirit. The dance was held at the Sterl- ing Club with music furnished by the Night Hawks.” Dancing was not the only entertain- ment, as there were several novel fea- tures which added to this. One was a contest to decide the “Best-dressed couple.” L.uck seemed to have forsaken the members of our own particular class as this was won by an outsider, who was, however, an alumnus of B. H. S. The cake-walk also raised much comment and this also was won by an outsider. Everyone present expressed the idea that they had a “Rarin’ good time” and the financial outcome was as satisfactory as the social. —b.h.s.— AS OTHERS SEE THEM Best Looking Did anyone remark that the dignified Seniors had no eye for good looks? If so, we beg leave to contradict him, her, or it. When the final returns on the December election rolled in, Millicent Molyneaux and Bernard Reilly were triumphantly declared the most beauti- ful, and the most handsome, respective- ly. And gentlemen don’t prefer blondes any longer. Millicent certainly is no blonde, and Bernard swears that he isn’t. Human words are of no use when it comes to describing the Venus and Apollo of the Seniors, but the best we can do is to say that all the fellows fall for “Moosey,” and “Bunk” attracts the women. Most Popular Yes, sir! She’s “The Girl Friend.” That’s Mary Louise Turner. Mary al- ways has a wonderful smile and a happy word for everyone in the class. On the other hand, Charles Donnel is “The Boy Friend.” If “Chuck” should happen to come to school some day without his per- petual smile, he would go unrecognized. These two would make a fine baseball team, since they “cover the whole field” of class activities. With such good looks, and such pleasing personalities, it is small wonder that Mary Louise and “Chuck” were chosen as the most popu- lar Seniors. 52 Best Dancers “How graceful! breathes the charmed audience as it watches Dorothy Douthett glide about the floor. And an equal mur- mur of approval arises when the popu- lar Robert Coyle waltzes by. For the ballot chose this pair as the best steppers in the Senior class. Best Dressed “Who? No one but Lillian Moxey and William Say.” These are the Sen- iors who show the “Klassy Klothes”. “Lil” seems to have a different dress for about every day of every week, and she sure makes them look swell. Our hand- some Bill has a flock of fine clothes, which, when accompanied by the afore- said young man, look just about O. K. We think that the ballot certainly made a fine choice here. Who Did Most for the Class What a question! Marion Donaldson and Paul Johnston had this honor be- stowed upon them, but cannot them- selves explain for what reason. How- ever, each member must do his of her part in order to maintain a live class, and Marion and Paul have given their share in helping along, so we will not question the judgment of the ballot. Most Clever Here we have Florence lleidenreich and Robert McGlincy. Wit, humor, and just general fun. We wish that all their cleverness could be gathered to- gether in one large volume. It certainly would sell. Did you ever realize what this world would be like without clever people? Well, you will never need to worry while Bob and Florence are around. Best Athlete Clyde Wolfgong is our best athlete. He plays in about everything but the orchestra. Clyde stars in basketball and football especially. In basketball, he jumps center or plays at forward, while in football he makes a fine tackle. Clyde is also one of our most popular boys, and is always a favorite on the field, floor, or in the class-room. Most Versatile The ballot gave this title to a charm- ing young lady, commonly known as Charlotte Klingler. Charlotte certainly collects some fine marks in her recita- tions, thereby gaining the title of Salu- tatorian in the class. She is also Editor- in-Chief of the Magnet, and performs her duty nobly in that position. For a long time, Charlotte has been contribut- ing stories and editorials to the Magnet, and she may some day become an author of world-wide fame. Best Sports Good sports are as great an asset in the game of life as in the popular athletic contests. We have two fine sports in the personages of Dorothy Russell and Howard Oesterling. The jokes and tricks, which would rouse anger in many people, cause but smiles or laughter upon ‘Dot” and “Sonny”. Best Bluffers “Would Catherine Christley or Walter Lindsey ever try to bluff anybody? Oh, no!” Nevertheless, this pair was chosen under such a title. After due considera- tion, however, we come to the conclu- sion that a bluffer is never a slouch when it comes to the matter of wit and self-expression. Catherine and Walt have both of the above traits, so they should feel rather proud about their classifica- tion. 53 mxfr ner n£r pw Most Conceited Maybe a slam, and maybe not. The word “conceited” is not necessarily a slam. But to come to the point:—Janet Miller and Stanley Painter were chosen as the most conceited Seniors. Alas! they are only children. But take fresh courage, Stanley and Janet; none of our Presidents ever hung his head. —b.i i.s.— GLEE CLUBS It has been said that music hath charms to soothe the savage beast. Our Glee Clubs, under the capable baton of George Bob Wick, are a veritable proof of this statement. The combined glee clubs have entertained us in past years with a high standard of musical pro- ductions, which have indeed raised the standard of art in our school and have been worth the efforts put forth by the students in co-operation with the faculty and Prof. Wick. The combined clubs have at present 60 members. The members of our class who have given their time and talent to the glee clubs and who must now leave them, but who will no doubt cherish memories of them are: Catherine Christley, Florence Heiden- reich, Clara Louise Jenkins, Amanda Jones, Ruth Kummer, Hazel Miller, Janet Miller, Mary Louise Turner, Robert Crawford, Joseph Joy. Of this number, Florence Heiden- reich, Mary Louise Turner, and Joseph Joy had leading parts in the operetta, In Arcady , given last spring. --B.H.S.- THE ORCHESTRA 1'he orchestra is an institution of long standing in Butler High School. Under Prof. Joseph Schoier’s faithful and able leadership the orchestra has given sev- eral fine public performances. The members of the orchestra are willing and put forth every effort to develop the or- ganization. When our class entered High School, at least ten members played in the orchestra, but the only one remain- ing is Alexander Horwitz, who plays the violin. Hunter Calderwood. a member of our class, played the cello in the or- chestra for some time, and is one of the few cello players that the high school has produced. The school does not maintain a regular band, but the orchestra supplies for all occasions. At the later football games, an impromptu band supplied music(?) and fun. Perhaps this will serve as a stepping stone to a real band, which we really should have. We are very proud of our orchestra, and although our class, at the present, does not have many members active in it, we feel a keen interest in the organ- ization and wish it success for the future. —B.H.S.— “THE GOOSE HANGS HIGH” The Senior play, The Goose Hangs High”, scored a distinct success at both of its performances, given December 16 and 17, in the High School auditorium. The play was of a more serious nature than most of those previously produced by the High School. The cast, made up principally of B Seniors, took their parts very well, especially so, since quite a few of the characters portrayed older people. Virginia Young, as Lois Ingalls, and Kenneth Baird as Bradley Ingalls, dis- played the pep and wit usually accredited to college folk. Hugh Ingalls, played by Russell Fisher, was a modern son and the lover of Dagmar Carroll, Margaret McKillop, his fiancee, who proved a very charming sweetheart indeed. Wilber Fair, who portrayed Bernard Ingalls, the father, gave a very creditable perform- 55 wwn£r ance and showed fine ability. Lorraine Weeks, as Eunice Ingalls, portrayed the role of wife and mother with extraordin- ary talent. Florence VonKrogh, as the aunt of the Ingalls children, was very properly shocked at the attitude of the younger generation, while her son, played by Richard Matteson, envied them their freedom and college opportunities. Mr. and Mrs. Ingalls were roundly scolded by Virginia Varnum, as the outspoken mother of Mrs. Ingalls, for allowing their children to believe that they had money for every occasion and luxury. Many of her sarcastic comments brought down the house with laughter. When Mr. Ingalls lost his position because he refused to play into the hands of crooked politi- cians, played by Wm. Leith and George Walter, the Ingalls twins showed the true spirit under all their self-centered, outward surface, and rose to the occasion by getting positions and foregoing their college course. Hugh, in his turn, offered to give up his marriage plans in order to lend his father money. Their grand- mother saved the day by entering into partnership with an old family friend, William McElvain, and hiring Mr. In- galls. Others in the cast included: Clara Louise Jenkins as the maid; Charles Don- nel as Sid; Robert Coyle as Clem, and last but not least. Tippy Wolfgong. 56 ATHLETICS CLASS BASKETBALL B SOPHS The class of January, ’27, was distinct- ly successful in their class basketball. The first year, being new to the floor, and to each other, we were greatly handicap- ped. We also suffered greatly from stage-fright, being greatly embarrassed when in possession of the ball. The noisy, boisterous, mob-like crowd de- stroyed our natural professional poise. But since all truth must out, we won one whole game. Seeing as this game was won from the A Juniors who were that year big threats, our future basketball career seemed full of promise. Bim-bam—bing—a year passes. B JUNIORS As was expected this year, we ascend- ed the supreme heights of basketball, winning the class championship. Not be- ing satisfied with such a minor achieve- ment, we also defeated our illustrious faculty. No one can ever forget that warm spring afternoon when, before the entire student body and faculty, (even Buckey) this noteworthy attainment was propounded. The first three periods were a bitter struggle, but when compar- ed with the last, they greatly resembled a B 9th volley ball game. Robert Mc- Isaac greatly handicapped us by his tre- mendous strength and Wiggins by his lucky shots placed the faculty in the lead where they remained until the end of the third period. But as the final period loomed before us, Lady Luck leaving the presence of the faculty, hovered over the Vermilion Coyle and the illustrious Har- per, putting some of their wayward shots through the hoop. The tide turned and the faculty were played off their feet (cigarettes did it!) and the final score was 23-19 in our favor. We cannot end without listing the names of such an illustrious team. They were: Wolfgong (C.) .........Forward Coyle ................ Forward Reilly..................Center Harper ................. Guard Donnel ..................Guard The bench was warmed during this time by Frederick and Cummings. P-s-s-s-s-s-s—bam—another year. BSENIORS Loaning most of our men to the var- sity, we were not expected to achieve very much during this year. We filled all expectations, fully. However, we lost only two games to the A Seniors and the A Juniors. They were both hard fought battles and no disgrace accompanied their loss. —b.h.s.— FOOTBALL OF 1926 The football team of 1926, although they did not achieve the coveted Syra- cuse trophy, gave a fairly successful ac- count of themselves, winning four games, losing three, and tieing one. I lowever, two of these losses were by a score of only six points, and as these games were w'ith Mars and Wilkinsburg, who did not lose a single game the entire season, and were runners up for the championship of Western Pennsylvania, respectively they cannot be considered ignoble defeats. The team this year was composed, for the most part, of inexperienced material, there being few letter men left from last year. Coach Wiggins gradually welded 57 nzt this material into a formidable .(gtr) team. Coach Wiggins loses many of his players for next year by the graduation of this class of January, '27. Members of this class who participated in football during their high school ca- reer were: Donnel Guard Johnston Center Lindsay Tackle Wolfgong Tackle Say End Painter T'ullback Demyanovitch .... Guard Joy ... Quarterback Coyle End Reilly ????? This year’s letter men were: Donnel (C). Johnston, Riddle, Lobouna, Zabow- ski, Lindsay, Wolfgong, Void, Say, Wieks, Storey, Krankota, Harper, Pain- ter, Turner, Gregg, Staples, Betty and Llliott. Ray Burtner accepted the letter that was proffered him for acting as stu- dent manager. Scores of the games follow: Butler 19—Zelienople 0. Butler 13—New Brighton 0. Us 0—Mars 6. We 0—New Castle 26. Ditto 29—Evans City 0. Same 33—Tarentum 6. Again 6—New Kensington 6. Vet 0—Wilkinsburg 6. 1 lurray! BASEBALL Coach Walter J.’s call to arms was answered by a few old stars and future big league ball players. Together with those who could describe a baseball and those who hail thus far never cast eyes on one. Coach again turned out a wonder team of the diamond. Though not entirely invincible, the gang played a game of baseball that was hard to beat. The writer is not an authority on the subject and for that reason an individual writeup cannot be given for each player. We can, however, mention the following as ones who took part in the games in a creditable manner. They were: Demyanovich, Greenert, llobaugh, Renick, Turner, Lobuono, Albert Krankota, Dutch Krankota, Le- fevre, Nevins, R. Lobuono, Monjar and Monjar. This aggregation was ably managed by Joe Joy, assisted by Whitey” Donnel. Although they did not win the cham- pionship they came breathlessly close to it, being retarded only by the champion McKees Rocks high school. This game went ten innings. 59 CO OUR OWN STARS PAINTER Painter is our full-back, lie's also fast upon the track; He has an educated toe— He said so—he should know! Ahem—Painter is a converted center, playing at the central position on the varsity last year; this year due to lack of experienced backfield men, Coach Wig- gins, perceiving that he had the makings of a “hack”, placed him at full-back. The coach’s decision was proven good, for Painter’s long distance and thrilling end runs marked him as a capable back- field man. lie also was a track man, being a sprinter. DEMYANOVITCH This is the boy from Lyndora, Of all girls he has a horror; . No one else can take his place, For he played only with his face. “Demi” displayed his prowess on the football and baseball teams, lie was a capable receiver last year and also put up a good, consistent game at guard and tackle. 1 le was always a hard fighter and never knew what it meant to quit. CUMMINGS He hurls his javelin far and wide, And in this achievement he takes great pride. Once he threw it away so far He punctured a very distant star. Javelins are not the only things this man heaves with proficiency. He also throws a wicked line and is a capable soda jerker in his dad’s confectionery store, lie also throws the discus and it is thought that his proficiency in this line is the result of long practice in loading up the victrola at Douthett’s. JOY Joyful Joy, stoolie of the bases, With his leg bunged up in several places; Injuries received playing quarter-back, Threw his walking system out of whack. Joe was always a hard working par- cel and no doubt would have made a football letter this year, hut he received injuries in practice which incapacitated him to such a degree that the high school was deprived of a capable player. I lis term at stoolie was one that could be envied by any other boy in the school, lie showed his ability as constructional engineer in his work in repairing the diamond, lie sw'ung a pick like a true Irishman. CRAWFORD This is Crawford—comma, Most beloved of his momma; And this he is often want to say “Installments are the easiest way. A slight deficiency in eyesight kept this man out of the games. We know he would have been a success in the various lines he tried to follow, had it not been for his impairment. His stoolie-ship was well served and a profit to the school. BURTNER “This is my policy tried and true, Two for me, and one for you.” And ah—if Mr. Hogg should know The defects his account would show. Ray was student manager of football the past season and in this capacity serv- ed the school in a manner which reflects credit upon him. 61 DONNEL Here’s to our captain—Baby-face, On the field so full of grace? You can always tell him—this is why, He usually has a bunged-up eye. Our football captain this year was none other than this invincible. The prowess of this young gentleman (?) was shown by his election to the captaincy of the football team. 1 le set a fine example for his team-mates and missed very few minutes of play during the entire season. The latter part of the season he was handicapped by a painful carbuncle on the nape of his neck but he played on, summoning every ounce of his fighting Scotch-Irish spirit to his aid. lie has taken an interesting part in high school athletics ever since his freshman days, hut his first attempts were much handicapped by lack of weight. WOLFGONG Here is our best athlete, In all sports he doth compete; He plays so fair and also square, He’s even known to curl his hair. Voted by the class as our best all- round athlete, Clyde sets a pace by hav- ing secured three letters, two in football and one in basketball. The indications point that he would have won another in basketball this year. He played tackle on the football team for two years and his value to the team was often shown by stellar plays. Ilis entree into high school athletics was auspicious, as he made a touchdown in his first game, against New Brighton last year. This touchdown saved us from a defeat, en- abling us to tie the score. JOHNSTON He plays with spirit fiery, Because his hair is wiry; Although he is known for joke and jest, He always strives to play his best. Overcoming all obstacles, among them being lack of both weight and experience. Red Johnston has risen from the ranks and we are now glad to class him as one of our outstanding athletes. I lis athletics extend also to the poolroom where he is a regular shark. I le served a diligent apprenticeship on the second team, where as an understudy of Hardy 1 lepler and under the watchful eye of Coach McDowell, he developed into a first class pivot man. This year he showed his true worth when given a chance, when shoved into the breach at center in the game with New Castle. He filled this position during the rest of the season. SAY Long, lean and lanky—full of joy, Universally known as the bow-legged boy. To dance was always this boy’s dream. He gave up even this—for the sake of the team. Sav filled the end position on our team this year and very well indeed. He was a team-mate of Red Johnston last year and showed the benefits of the fine coaching he secured there. This year he w'as given a chance on the first team and proceeded to make good. I lis playing in the Wilkinsburg game was very outstand- ing. LINDSAY To Lindsay we dedicate this rhyme, He choked a man once upon a time; He is his mother’s angel child, Saint-like, graceful. meek{?), and mild. We couldn’t start this article without a roar. His daily diet of raw meat and Mother’s Oats gave him the fierceness necessary for a successful tackle. We cannot say more for fear of repeating something heretofore said—for that we are too original. Grill’s playing is of the type not so spectacular but nevertheless of that kind which can be depended upon at all times. 63 04 • •• r i ♦ 8 HUNK 8 DONALDSON Almost as thin as Willie Say, Always wants to have her way; Her father—a great big lumber king, Has bought her a horse and everything. KLINGLER Short and sweet—stylishly stout, Never known to fret or pout; Most versatile of this illustrious class, Who wouldn’t fall for this comely lass? OESTERLING This is to Sonny Oesterling—our best sport, Always willing to split, be it pint or quart; Driving old wrecks was always his fad, And whenever he falls for a “she he al- ways falls bad. RUSSELL Taller than ever—thinner yet, To look at her, one would think she’d never et. Writing stories is where she shines, Too busy, can’t do it, is one of her lines. HEILMAN A Ford, a Buick—needs a chauffeur, Never worked—the classes’ biggest loafer; The sweetest little boy ever created, Looking about for someone to whom to be mated. JOY foe Joy is a singer Of fame and renown; He’ll soon be a ringer For the mayor of the town. McQUISTION Miss Jean McQuistion Is an old-fashioned girl. But when she steps out She goes in a whirl. LINDSAY Griff Lindsay was one of our football stars, Fspecially in the game with Mars; A man he did choke, 'Til they thought he would croak, This great big hero of ours. SIIANOR A tall maid is she, Her home is in the coun-ter-ee; She comes to high school every day, But street car fares she does not pay. ZAMB1SKI Here’s to our bootlegger, John Zambiski! He makes good beer and better whiskey. If you drink enough, you are sure to get frisky. VANDERLIN Here’s to Joe Vanderlin, Our fine Irish friend; He always smokes Five Brothers, When he can’t get the blend. TEBAY Our Betty is far too modern for this town, ’Pon its stately avenues (Hansen) she’s often been known to frown; She is leaving as soon as she possibly can, She is going out west in search of a man. LUCILLE BUTLER Oh she is one of the Butler girls, With dark brown eyes and lovely curls. With all the boys she is getting fast, She’s left her Smitty behind at last. PEG SAY To be a nurse is Peggie’s intention, A stern believer in convention; To dance is one of her delights, But not that kind that’s done in tights. 65 CALDERWOOD Calderwood is a minister’s son, Nevertheless he is full of fun; At Klingler’s he always washes the dishes, Sweeps up crumbs and feeds the fishes. HAROLD BYERS At the Main Drug Store he hangs about. Dishing out pills for curing the gout; Science fills his empty dome, And with the women he is want to roam. MOXIE Oh Lilly is the best dressed Of any one in town; For any and all occasions, She has a brand new gown. REITS Lucille holds our money bag, To get it filled she springs some gag; She gets us boys all for tweet, And we shell out because she’s sweet. THOMAS Her feeds are malted milk, And also lots of yeast; Her complexion is smooth as silk. And she’s grown a foot at least. TURNER Mary is the boys girl, The most popular in town; But there’s no chance for anyone else When Brud is around. VON KROGH Fussy lives up on Him street, Way up on the hill; And if George hasn’t taken her away. She’s living up there still. SCHENCK Scheitck is a poet, But one would never know it; From the sound of what he writes, He must be drunk at nights. DONNEL In Vergil, Chuck sits and stares into space With a vacant look on his 'baby face”; Mr. Hogg, his dear teacher, of course, Says Chuck gets his Vergil by means of a horse; Our Charlie replies that that’s the boloney, It isn’t a horse, it’s just a small pony. When out at a party Chuck dances quite hearty, Over foot after foot of the floor. But when Chuck wheezes. And finally ceases, There are feet after feet that are sore. GREGG Now this is a poem about Mary Lou, A jollier girl you never knew; She’s a nice girl, as girls run, She’s full of laughter and full of fun. HALL Free Hall lives up on the hill, It’s often rumored he’s running a still; After Christmas he was filled with remorse, Santa didn’t bring him a hobby horse. GREEN Here's to little Willie Green, The tallest man we’ve ever seen; Whenever you see him with a grouch, You’ll know he is out of Mail Pouch. TORRANCE Torrance lives above the Inn, From running upstairs he has gotten quite thin; He tinkles his banjo with might and main, If he doesn’t watch out his wrist he will sprain. 66 McDowell Here is to Arthur the man, Who has a phenomenal brain; His language amazes, He writes in blue blades. And bis verses are really insane. Here is to Arthur with brains. Who expounds lofty motives and aims, With sentences long, And arguments strong, And the most unpronouncable names. Here is to Arthur, our “Sun , Whose Exchanges were rather good fun, But his terms pathologic, A nd words pedagogic, Are the things young persons should shun. COYLE A man with hair of shining hue, Never known to smoke or chew; And he is found at all the dances, Where on the floor he daintily prances. JENKINS Her mother calls her Clara, But Willie calls her Pete; Her mind is far from narrow, But we’ll not mention her feet. KERR Ethel Kerr, look at the name, She isn’t blind and she isn’t lame; Her music astounds and fills with awe, She’s an Irishman just the same as her pa. KRESGE Alice Kresge—Golly Neds, How she turns the fellows’ heads! Charlotte Klingler’s closest pal, Nevertheless she’s a darn fine gal. LEASE Gentlemen prefer blondes, so the saying goes, Dorothy fills the bill, from head to toes; She formerly was fond of a boy from Thiel, She can tell you how love does feel. MOLYNEAUX Now Moosie rides the rails to school, Nevertheless, she ain’t no fool; Our best looking, the ballot decrees, They say she gets it all from eating Roquefort cheese. —b.h.s.— TO OUR DEAR TEACHERS You’re mad when we’re late, You’re mad when we’re here; When we’re gone I know You’ll give three cheers. Behind our backs “They’re awful!” To our face, “So nice!” But if, what if, to school We had brought white mice? You said, “Study this,” We said, “We’ll try”; When we’re through we know No one will have the nerve—to cry. When we were dumb After studying late, You shook your heads wisely, “Have another date?” —The A Seniors. —b.h.s.— Dean—‘Where are your parents?” Girl—“I have none. “Then where are your guardians?” I have none.” Then where are your supporters?” “Sir! YOU are forgetting yourself!” 67 OUR LIBRARY Microbe Hunters—Hunter Calderwood. Little Women—Alice Thomas, Frances Thoburn. Just David—Arthur McDowell. And Glory Shone Around—Stanley Pain- ter. The Beloved Vagabond—Clyde Wolf- gong. The Bashful Boy—John Heilman. The Little French Girl—Millicent Moly- neaux. Tarzan of the Apes—Griff Lindsay. Her Father’s Daughter—Betty Tebay. Tam O’Shanter—Bill Leith. The Artist—Earl Schenck. What Price Glory—Bunk Reilly. Sweet Girl Graduate—Esther Hooks. Flaming Youth—Mary Louise Turner. Huckleberry Finn—Joe Vanderlin. Vanity Fair—Janet Miller. Daddy Long Legs—Bill Green. Problems of Democracy—Bo Cummings. The Cosmopolitan—Don Brooks. Adam Bede—Edward Piper. The Wanderer—I loward Torrance. Great Expectations—Chuck Donnel. Oliver Twist—Wendell Hume. Fire and Sword—John Zambiski. Bardleys the Magnificent—Earl Wheeler. Captain Blood—George Walter. The Man from Bar 20—Walt Lindsey. The Man in the Iron Mask—Bill Say. Murder for Profit—Alec Hurwitz. Public Opinion—Red Johnston. Thunder on the Left—Irene Freehling. The History of a Crime—William Lang. The Private Life of Helen of Troy— Charlotte Klingler. Anne of Green Gables—Della May. Pollyanna—Mable Weisenstein. So Big—Peg Say. The King’s Jackal—Bob Crawford. The Big Parade—Lillian Moxie. The Life of Win. Jennings Bryan—Lil- lian Guttormsen. The Water Witch—Marian Donaldson. Sandy—Red McGlincy. Murderer and Musician—Hannah Lar- din. The Girl Who Stood Up Against an Earthquake—Catherine Christley. Animal Land—A Senior Class. When Granny Was a Little Girl—Ella Stewart. —b.h.s.— VALET TO B. H. S. VALET I. Was it a day or was it a year, Since we were first imprisoned here? (I never learned to count)— Bewhiskered father TIME is creeping ever nearer with his knife, To free each half-shod lad and lassie, From these loved walls. II. Freshmen-green, even to the root, We were; Thus the scribbled walls smiled down on us; We filled thy broken desks with Green, fresh chewed gum, And thus we leave thee. III. Faith, we would turn backward, Yet we dare not; We have tripped on the threshhold And we waft our curses skyward (Just as does the Hebrew HARPER, for he doth engage in cussing) And we fall into the Future With a thump. —b.h.s.— Mr. Hogg—“Betty, does the conductor ask you to give him your ticket and to tell him where you’re going as soon as you get on a street car?’’ Betty Tebay—“No, sir, not any more.” 68 T ADVERTISEMENTS T i I ! Index to Advertisers — « — Aland, Jos.......................... 83 Bickel’s ........................... 84 Butler Business College............. 87 Butler County National Bank........ 70 Butler Savings Trust Co.......... 80 Butler Steam Laundry................100 Campbell, Alf. A.................... 89 Christy, 11. W.................... 77 Coal Operators Sales Co.............102 Cohn, Sam .......................... 85 Crawford Schenley................. 78 Cumming’s ........................ 99 Dixon Drug.......................... 74 Duffy’s........................... 77 Eagle Furniture Co.................. 85 Electric Supply Equipment Co...... 94 Frederick Piano Co.................. 78 Gillespie k- Kennedy Co.............85 Gilmore Studio...................... 87 Graham Clothing, Hart................90 Green Young...................... 79 Guaranty Trust Co................... 76 Harper’s Service Station............ 98 I larris Theater-....................89 I luselton’s ....................... 74 Inn Confectionery................... 75 Inn Shoppe ..........................75 Page Ketterer, George..................... 99 Ketterer Shoe Store.................. 84 Kirkpatrick, R. E.................... 82 Kirkpatrick Bros. Clothing Store.... 78 Leith’s Flower Store................. 75 Main Drug............................ 92 McBride Decker..................... 95 Monday, Tony ........................ 82 Morris Boot Shop......................88 Nast Clothing Store.................. 84 Offutt Co., W. J..................... 83 Palace Confectionery .................74 Regal, B. B. F.................._... 74 Reiber’s .......................... 73 Rosenblum’s...........................82 Ruff’s ..................... -.......72 Schoerner’s Pastry Shop...............79 Shufflin Green.................... 96 Smith, Alfred 0...................... 93 South Side National Bank............. 73 Steadman’s Music Store............... 92 Stein’s ............................. 84 Taub’s Clothing Store................ 88 Turgeon McCarren................... 93 Troutman's ...........................86 Vogelev Insurance Agency..............79 Williams, O. N. Bro.................79 Wimer, Harry..........................98 69 JH nec Mr. and Miss Student: His Thinkership, the scribe hereof, has ordered his cerebella-cerebral machinery to be put into operation, and via printer’s ink will communicate to you each month some of the emanations of his mental factory. He will try to take some of the sleeping potion out or advertising by giving juicy ideas expounded in twentieth century English. He hopes that his monthly AD-itorial will have a good reception. MAGNET-ically yours, HIS THINKERSHIP. The Butler County National Bank — AND — The Butler County Trust Company Resources Over $12,000,000.00 ►--------------------------------------------------♦ 70 MOXIt, NOT SO LONG AGO BYERS MARY LOUISE TURNER J.MILCU' roxfrffnsri RUFF’S MID-WINTER SHOE SALE NOW GOING ON Get in on the Big Bargans in Shoes and Hosiery for Men, Women and Girls. EVERYTHING GREATLY REDUCED AT A. RUFF’S SON Butler’s Largest Shoe Store 72 ♦ GIBER’S PHONE 3705 Worthy Your Confidence A Big Family Department Store Built By Honest Merchandising ♦---------------------------------------------♦ PHONE 3705 R] Miss Wigton—“Leonidas! What are you doing?” Bo—‘I’m trying to keep Free Hall out of my desk.” Miss Wigton—“I didn’t know he could get in. How does he?” Bo— He just lifts the lid and hops in! Florence Von Krogh (in Vergil)— “The boat, filled with Chinks, took in water. —b.h.s.— Miss Thompson (to Bernice Gluck- man)—“Please give the reason for the failure of Emerson’s home life.” Bernie—“He was married.” ♦-------------- 4 SETTLE IT NO W You should have a Banking Connection that is Convenient—Helpful— Courteous. Our Service is all of this. % The South Side National Bank BUTLER, PA. 73 ♦' ♦ PRESCRIPTIONS Stationery, Toilet Articles, Rieck’s Ice Cream, Reymer’s, Johnson’s and Samoset Candy Clarence G. Dixon Main and Diamond Sts. ♦-----------------------------♦ FAMOUS SAYINGS BY FAMOUS PEOPLE “Hi there, big boy!”—Catherine Christ- ley. The Bible says”—Lillian Guttormsen. “Let’s eat!”—Peg Imbrie. “Why Hunt!”—Charlotte Klingler. “Good gravy!”—Alice Kresge. “I only practiced 4 hours today!”— I lannah Lardin. “Wait a minute (in Vergil)”—Sara Staeger. “I wasn’t sleeping”—Sonny Oesterling. “Miss Critch-el-ow”—Bunk Reilly. “Hey Baby Lace!”—Freeman Hall. “Hot Spit”—Arthur McDowell. “Good Lord!”—Chuck Donnel. “Give me a chew!”—Bill Green. “Do me a favor”—Clyde Woifgong. ♦---------------------- “College Kicks” For the High School Girls and Boys Moderately Priced HUSELTON’S ♦--------------------- “Give me a cigarette!”—Joe Vander- lin. “Egad Man!”—Red McGlincy. “High Hat”—Paul Johnson. “Say it with Flowers!”—Bill Leith. “How’s my hair look?”—Margaret BisholT. “Oh, I think he's clever!”—Dot Dou- thett . “Hear my radio!”—Harold Byers. “Dirty Carcel”—Earl Schenck. “My hat”—Peg Imbrie. Hey, S”—Lois Ketterer. --B.H.S.- A EPISTLE Garbish, the picker up of everyone's crumbs I bis man’s flesh he admirably ate. Until Blown like a bubble, his face like paste, He headed for the doctor with all haste. TYPEWRITERS For Rent AGENCY REMINGTON PORTABLE R. B. F. Regal 313 S. Main St. Butler Dial Phone 38021 THE “PALACE”4 Confectionery Nicholas J. Gazettos, Prop. “The Home of Fine Con- fections” Ice Cream and Fruits Not How Cheap But How Good 216 SOUTH MAIN ST. Both Phones Butler, Pa. ♦___________________________♦ ner J UJ Leith’s Flowers —add beauty to every social occa- sion. Consult our Floral Artists. 145 NORTH MAIN STREET BUTL Phone 32970 ♦------------------------------------ A widow of a farmer had some difficul- ty with her hens and wrote the following letter to the board of agriculture: Something is wrong with my chickens. Every morning I find two or three lying on the ground, cold anti stiff with their feet in the air. Can you tell me what is the matter?” After a little while she received the following reply: ‘Madam: Your chickens are dead. —B.H.S.-- Bill Green—“The only thing wrong with Christmas seals is that you have to train them yourself.” —B.H.S.— Cicero lived and we have to suffer for it. R, PA. Our F. T. D. Service BOYS Who did most for the class—Matilda Hansen. Best “all around” athlete — Charly Klingler. Best Looking—Laura Shanor. Most Clever—Clara Jenkins. Best Dressed—Mary Louise Turner. Best Sport—Janet Miller. Most Conceited—Martha Butler. Most Popular—Florence I leidenreich. Best Bluffer—Frances Lowery. —B.H.S.— John Hogg—“Bob, why didn’t Dido look at Aeneas or talk with him? She went over to her husband right away?” Bob Crawford— Her husband was too near.” THE INN CONFECTIONERY ' Sodas, Cigars and Confections Service with a Smile Corner Clay and Franklin Streets t Butler, Pa. ♦ r- - ' GET YOUR MARCELS HAIRCUTS AT THE INN SHOPPE 308 E. Clay Street ♦ . ... . .... ♦ ? GUARANTY TRUST CO. OF BUTLER If every person in the United States would save $1.00 a week for a year they would have $6,300,000,000.00 You must get your start by saving your original dollar. The first dollar dictates the amount of your success. GUARANTY THUOT COMMNY OF BUTLER. PA. 76 ♦ SUCCESS YOUR EYES PLAY AN IMPORTANT PART IN YOUR SUCCESS—WHEN SCHOOL IS OVER. Many eyes are weakened for life during school age from overtaxing and reading with too little or too much light. Have us examine your eyes thoroughly to be sure of no re- grets. Do it now. B. H. S. JANUARY 1914 PENNA. STATE COLLEGE OF OPTOMETRY 1923 GIRLS Who did most for the class—Bo Cum- mings. Best looking—Joe Vanderlin. Most Versatile—Bill Green. Best Dressed—Bill Say. Best Sport—Frank Fleeger. Best Dancer—G. D. Lindsay. Best Bluffer—Art McDowell. Most Popular—Edward Piper. Most Clever—John Zambiski. Most Conceited—John Demyanovitch. It was midnight on the ocean, Not a street car was in sight; We pitched our tent upon the ground. A nd settled for the night. The moon was shining brightly, As the sun came into sight; We heard the uproar of the guns In the deep quiet of the night. —b.h.s.— Heard in a Shorthand class during dic- tation—‘Shall we do this in shorthand?” ♦----------------------------------------------------------- 1823—DUFFY'S STORE—1926 Dry Goods, Carpets, Rugs, Linoleums, Toilet Articles 125 NORTH MAIN STREET ------------------------------------------------------------♦ ; ner KIRKPATRICK BROS. Clothing, Furnishings, Shoes and Sporting Goods 134 South Main Street Butler, Pa. ADVERTISEMENTS Miller Tires—Raymond Miller. Victrola—Ethel Kerr. Dodge—Catherine Christley. Beech Nut Chewing Tobacco—Bill Green. Auburn Automobile Co.—Miss Wigton. Dictate to the Dictaphone—Lillian Gut- tormsen. Johnston's Chocolates—Red Johnston. The Country Gentleman—Earl Eakin. Stanley Tools—Stanley Painter. Clark Grave Vault—Bo Cummings. Venus Pencil Co.—Millicent Molyneaux. Time to Retire—Sonny Oesterling. Maxwell House Coffee—Max Lackey. Stewart-Warner Radio—Ella Stewart. Campbell’s Soup—Helen Campbell. Hart-Schaffner Marx—Bill Say. Versatile Brief Case—Arthur McDowell. Hansen Gloves—Matilda Hansen . Curtis Baby Ruth—Ruth McDowell. Gillette Safety Razor—Charles Donnel. Eat a Dish of Ice Cream Every Day— Jeanne McQuistion. ------------- « “Butler County Pioneer Cash Credit Jewelers” CRAWFORD SCHENLEY Jewelers “Our Way is the Easier and Better Way” DIAL 34145 We Deliver All Articles with First Deposit 148 NORTH MAIN STREET BUTLER, PA. ♦-----------------------------------------------------♦ Phone Dial 34001 Established 1881, Incorporated 1907 W. F. FREDERICK PIANO CO. The House of Service FINE PIANOS, PLAYER PIANOS, VICTROLAS, ETC. Now Located at 143 E. Jefferson Street, Butler, Pa. ♦-----------------------------------------------------♦ 78 ♦' ♦ ♦ The Vogeley Insurance Agency Savings Bank Bldg. Insurance in All Its Branches REAL ESTATE -------------------------.♦ Velvet Grip—Arthur McDowell. The “New” Essex—G. D. Lindsay. “Save the Surface and you Save AH”— Paint and Varnish—A Senior Girls. Westclox Alarm Clocks—Sonny Oester- ling. “Say it with Flowers”—Bill Leith. Federal Cigars—Hunt Calderwood. Golden Flower Cigars—Bob Crawford. Five Brothers—Joe Vanderlin. The Convertible Coupe—Erma and Stan. Buckwheat Flour—Charlotte Klingler. Columbia Talking Machine—Irene Freeh- ling. Just Wait Till He Learns to Play— Howard Torrance. Seven Times as Big as France—Hazel Miller. The Tin You Love to Touch—Sonny Oesterling’s Ford. ♦---------------------------♦ 0. N. WILLIAMS BROTHER Jewelers and Optometrists BUTLER, PA., 120 S.Main St. jREENVILLE, PA., 196Main ♦---------------------------.♦ Schoerner’s Pastry Shop HIGH CLASS BAKERY PRODUCTS 119 East Jefferson Street Peoples Phone 36480 ♦-------------------------♦ In case their parents don’t know their names— Baby Face Donnel Stooly Bunk Reilly Pope Green Aristotle McDowell Pete Jenkins Peg Say Ike Hurwitz Bo Cummings —b.h.s.— Miss Wigton— Bo, sit down. Bo—“These seats are too hard.” —b.h.s.— Whitey Donnel had a good crop of “whiskers” to play Santa Claus on Christmas. GREEN YOUNG' The Home of Hart Schaffner Marx Clothes NONE BETTER ♦-------------------------♦ 1927—WHAT Will this year find you more determined to grasp every opportunity for further- ing yourself for life’s battle or are you going to be content to drift with the tide? A determination to make the most of your opportunity will carry with it the resolution to be thrifty and thus be pre- pared to grasp the golden opportunity when it comes your way. May we suggest a savings account here? BUTLER SAVINGS TRUST CU. BUTLER, PA. In the Heart of the City ♦_____________________________________________________________♦ SO 18 t?'0070a f i ett sW vnn9 T. I —Mu 383 30 A JM OJJU f 0 00 8 1 cm Aj iNiar 3.HVJ j n dOHS NOIflO Jnwani' ISmOT AdVUI, ) imot� SjtOJ Wim v Advu] ibvlio ----mj vx St M A3i lS 3HI H00 ON 00 mNOS -Ortas os — u ty fob uo ootpnp tf Of 70009 0 � yr Hfl ty ? JJ ur ok e {� brxf to j Q � i niw 137VM -r’ s (s-y VsOJ 9� pt Ot JO ?� ?W ; uon‘ A OM iOr .OJdL oo� u,or 70y HJJm « £ Hljjll JITM S( 1SI1SV ' 1 � IM ioN 1X-9IM UNI f' na u-------- Avmv 71 9- VAN mi u3, md asva'td — At« WCj pgMi i 111 i l I I I I A3ira tm r ‘4 so AJ10M7 y7W A3SOH 7 . 37 rtO tins AvmT iij , --— Q AX' .03 JTdVi 33133HA lclV3 nj noCoM idv A mOONVA 30P wnajjttd . nos. A Daintv w Wrist Watch is truly a gift that no woman can but appreciate. Particu- larly if it be one chosen from our extensive assortment, in which is to be found many lit- tle delicate timepieces which in beauty of design, and accuracy of movement, are rare ex- amples of the watchmaker’s art. The one you select need not be high priced. R. E. KIRKPATRICK 246 South Main Street JEWELER Next to Court House CONFESSIONS OF A B. H. S. TOBACCO CHEWER It was late one evening in March and the wind was howling around every crack and crevice in my mansion situated in the wilds of Africa and I was curled up before my cozy fireplace reading the afternoon Times, when the thought came crawling over me that 1 should indulge in one of my after-dinner cigars, a three- cent El Cabbageo. I had my slave bring me the can in which 1 always rode and I 82 ♦ W.J.OFFUTT COMPANY BUTLER—NEW CASTLE—JEANNETTE C The Lowest Cash Prices and one price to all on Rugs, Lino- leum, Window Shades, Hosiery, Men’s Furnishings, Dry Goods, House Furnishings, Silks, Curtains and Draperies. drove to the corner drug store, where I was a frequent visitor. However, the fates had decreed that 1 should forgo my pleasure for the box was empty, there being no cigars. Nevertheless 1 had made up my mind, Lady Nicotine is not so easily dimmed as all that. Seizing the aged tender by the beard I demanded in my deep bass voice that he sell me a navy plug with which I had also had no little experience. He thinking to scare me shouted, Back beardless boy!” But I, not much moved by this crude display of alliteration persisted in my demands that my thirst be satiated with his choicest plug. I seized my rusty Gillette razor from my belt and brandishing it in the air, carved a hole in the case, cut off a large slice of the plug, slammed it ' T 1 1 -------------------------------------------♦ into my mouth and then pursued by the irate tradesman I dashed homeward. I was received by my wife, whom 1 knew to be a holy terror when dealing with bill collectors, insurance agents, and traveling salesmen. She was turned loose upon him and fought off the infuri- ated drug store vender with great ease. I settled in my cozy chair and taking off my shoes I was soon clad more comfort- ably in my slippers. The navy in that plug showed its fighting qualities and nothing loath soon had me quite at sea where I remained for some time. The (ire also lent a helping hand and between the two practically undid me. 1 felt myself growing weaker and weaker, until 1 finally sank into oblivion. All about me little fiery, red imps with sharp three pronged tridents, or as they STUDENTS’ HEADQUARTERS FOR CLEANING AND DYEING We Can Give 8 Hour Dry Cleaning Service A LA Hats Cleaned and Blocked Correctly We Call For and Deliver Prices Reasonable 140 SOUTH MAIN Dial 36511 Anytime Skirts Re-pleated Latest Styles 24 Hour Service ---------------------♦ EVERYTHING IN— FOOTWEAR Ketterer Bros. 224 South Main Street ♦-----------------------♦ are commonly called pitchforks, danced to a wierd tune of “Love’s Old Sweet Song.” They constantly prodded me with their tools and soon had me so worried that I knew not where to look for aid or refuge. My trusty wife even failed me in this place and all seemed lost. 1 woke and found mself lying upon the porch where I had fallen when over- come by tobacco. The rain had ceased and a bright sun was shining overhead. Now. my dear friends, 1 can only urge you with my parting words to give up the habit if you are a devotee, and that if you have never had any experience along this line, you make it your special charge that you do not experience any- thing such as this. TEIN’S The Store of Satisfaction - We Specialize in Ladies’ Furnishings CHILDREN’S AND INFANTS’ WEAR 108 N. Main St. Butler, Penna. ♦------------------------- “For Satisfactory Service” BUTLER, PA. Successor to Geo. Ketterer Son ♦------------------------♦ Smart—“What time does the 2:30 train go out?” Smarter—“Right after the engine!” ALWAYS- The Most Fashionable Styles Bickel’s Shoe Store BUTLER, PA. 84 mafr nErLlf Being Well Dressed Is Merely a Matter of Knowing Where To Buy Your Clothes Dignified, clean-cut appearance and good Clothes help considerably in assisting the Young Man to get a start on the correct road toward success in Life. Good appearance goes a long way to giving you the confidence that Sells yourself to the World. We sell Clothes that Fit well, Wear well and Blend to a Man’s personality. SAM COHN BUTLER'S MOST COMPLETE MEN’S STORE Miss Wigton (after taking a roll of hills from Bo Cummings)—“1 wonder how far this will take me?” Bo—“1 don’t know. Here’s ten dollars more.” Then after a while—‘‘Here’s fifty cents. You may get hungry on the train.” --B.H.S.- A Seniors should join the League of the Knights of the Garter. Officers: President—Art McDowell Secretary—Art McDowell Treasurer—Art McDowell Janitor—Art McDowell Most Royal Garter Keeper—Art Mc- Dowell. —B.H.S.— Mr. Ferguson—‘‘1 regret that 1 have but one wife to give to my country.” SONG—WHEN PUP PA PASSES OUT The ears pearl-dewed, All's light in the morn; Morning’s on the wing, The lark’s on the thorn; There’s snails in the spring, The flowers drink in the moonshine, And so’s your old man. —B.H.S.— AT ANY SUMMER HOTEL ‘‘Where do you bathe?” ‘‘In the spring.” ‘‘I didn’t ask you when, I asked you where.” --B.H.S.— Mr. Hogg’s version of “Horses”—“Pon- ies, ponies, ponies—.” YOUR HOME SHOULD COME FIRST Eagle Furniture Co. Complete Home Furnishers 333 S. Main Street Butler, Pa. GILLESPIE KENNEDY CO Phone 36820 RADIO BATTERIES RE-CHARGED, 75c RADIO B. A. BATTERIES ♦ 85 A. Troutman’s Sons The New Spring Merchandise is Now Beginning to Arrive New Dresses New Evening Gowns New Spring Coats New Spring Millinery New Lingerie Every new thought of Fashion is presented here speedily in a wide assortment—for the Junior, Miss, the College Girl or the Matron. GARMENTS OF QUALITY AT MODERATE PRICES Dial 2705 The Store of Progress Dial 2705 ♦- In High School Graduates ARE CORDIALLY WELCOMED AT THE BUTLER BUSINESS COLLEGE Since Feb. 1, 1926, (Mid-Semester) Graduates of the follow- ing High Schools Have Enrolled: Bruin High School Butler High School East Brady High School Knox High School Emlenton High School Evans City High School Harrisville High School Marion Center High School Middlesex Twp. High School Millerstown High School Parker High, Parkers Landing Penn Twp. High School Prospect High School Sligo High School West Sunbury Vocational Zelienople High School NEW CLASSES BEGIN FEBRUARY 1, 1927 A. F. REGAL, Principal 315 S. Main Street Butler, Pa. PERSONALS Bunk Reilly is visiting in 1 lollywcxxi. 1 le is showing such sheiks as Ben Tur- pin and Snub Polliard how to vamp the opposite sex. Bill Say is enjoying a few weeks’ re- spite from advertising !j!22.5U clothes in a large men’s store in Chicora at Fashion Park. Clyde Wolfgong is practicing for a six day bicycle race at Evans City next fall, lie rides from the court house to the Butler County National Bank as an ex- hibition every night. THE PHOTOGRAPHS in this Magnet were taken by the GILMORE STUDIO Graduating Pictures a Specialty Your Patronage Solicited Gilmore Studio Peoples Phone 36132 144 N. Main Street Butler, Pa. ♦ I Morris Boot Shop SHOES and HOSIERY 116 East Jefferson Street Butler, Pa. ♦________________________________♦ Jos. Joy is contributing cake recipes to the Ladies’ Knitting Circle of the Ladies’ Home Journal. Bub Walters is testing mattresses and bedsprings in New Jersey. Freeman 1 lall is selling More-Stretch chewing gum around the country. Sam Hayes is his only competitor. Free is getting along fine. 1 le had to change a five dollar bill the other day for a man who bought a stick of gum. Dorothy Douthett and Red Coyle have signed a contract to appear at McCune’s every afternoon during the tea dance. Florence Heidenreich is writing clever sayings for Art McDowell’s pamphlet, “Love and the World.” Joe Vanderlin holds a cork in his mouth and stands before the public eye as the World’s Only Living Half-Pint in the Lindsey and Lindsay Circus. It may be seen at Bruin during its winter stay there. Earl Eakin is speculating in oil near Prospect. I le owns three and one-half wells (half is only half way down). He hopes to strike water in the half well. Then he can buy chalk and go into the dairy business. —b.h.s.— Mike (to his pal Bill, who had just fallen over the roof of a large bank which they had been repairing)—“Get down as quick as you can, Bill, there is a hammer after you! —b.h.s.— The Boy and the Angel—Chuck (Baby Face) Donnel and his little brother. F O O T It A 1j I. Good hearty cheering on the side lines requires a good Sweater to keep your enthusiasm and body warm. Colors galore to select from—“Priced rite.” PETERS MANHATTAN SHOES Our Specialty TAUB’S 338 SOUTH MAIN STREET—-Old Butler House We Clothe Dad and Son—Head to Foot ♦ 88 FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT GO TO THE HARRIS THEATRE Formerly Harris-Majestic AND SEE The Best Photoplays and an Excellent Stage Attraction AT POPULAR PRICES rill-: QUEST OF THE TROUBLE- SOME FLEAS Cast Iron and Plaster Cast have sailed across the Sahara Desert on their boat. At last upon the sea they see a speck. Jumpin’ Jupiter, and Leapin Lizard!” says Iron, “At last we have come to the land of the troublesome fleas. We shall beat our rival, Count Rudandorfaretzky to the prize. Ply the oars, my merry men! The whole crew, which was Plaster, started to put up the sails, but the wind was where it wasn’t, so there wasn’t any wind. ‘Ah me!” exclaimed Plaster, We are marooned upon the ocean.” Plaster and Iron went to sleep. In the middle of the night, Plaster got up to see if he was sleeping all right. Morning came presently and with the morning came a wind. When the wind came Iron was so happy, he sang a song entitled “Tweet and Blow. It goes like this— “Hey, di. do, de, He, do, day, de. we sail- ed across the Sahara to catch the trouble- some flea.” Beautiful poetry! At a ter- rific speed, they sailed to the island in three hours, which was one mile distant by the thermometer. They tramped so CAMPBELL S GOOD FURNITURE ALFRED A. CAMPBELL 337-39 South Main Street ♦ ♦ ♦ ] STYLE HEADQUARTERS jf Where Society Aram'S (ftlotlira ore sold jj People See You | ' OR that reason many are careful of the kind of Clothes they select, and down- right particular about where they deal. We are thankful for the patronage we receive from so many High School boys, who are seen in our Clothing and Furnishings every day in the week, Sundays included. Another reason we sell lots of merchandise to students of fashion, is because of the cut of our clothes and the wear and comfort they give at reasonable prices. You’ll not be afraid of others seeing you after you see us. Hart Graham Sons Co. BUTLER, PA. ♦______________________________________♦ 90 91 ♦ The Main-Dru Stores INCORPORATED Cor. Main and Mifflin Sts. Cor. Main Jefferson Sts. Butler, Pa. Four Butler, Pa. 321 Center Avenue Stores (Formerly Reed's) Butler, Pa. Bruin, Pa. Norris, Whitman and Johnson Candies, Always Fresh Imported and Domestic Perfumes Fountain Pens—Inks and Stationery Ice Cream Delivered Anywhere at Anytime Call Us Up and Leave Your Order—Phone 33140, 28110, 26160 SERVICE QUALITY RELIABILITY ♦ much over the island that their dogs be- came weary, so they set up a pup tent to rest them. While they were resting, Iron felt something bite him on the left eyelid. With a shout he muttered a few words— “At last we have discovered the genus Afracanus Lalapaloosus Lilaceous of the class. Atrodineteum Broadontium Gase- cous.” When the flea heard this, it was so sur- prised that it dropped over dead. At the funeral, the doctor said it died from paralysis of the toe nails. Iron and Plaster were just going to get started to set out to go home to America, when to their amazement, they saw two men coming to their tent. One man was enough for the two of them, but tyvo men were too much for the two of them. So Iron and Plaster set out to their boat to escape the two men that were coming to their tent. Just then Plaster said— “Bv the Holy Pink-toed Prophet, and the cat’s kittens, we forgot to bring the troublesome flea to the boat.” He started to the tent to get the flea, but Count Rud........ky, which was one of the two men, came to the tent at the same time and jumped to get the flea. STEADMAN’S For Pianos, Victrolas, Edison Diamond Disc and all Kinds of Musical Goods, including the celebrated “Conn Band Instruments.” STEADMAN’S MUSIC STORE 313-315 SOUTH MAIN ST. ♦ .♦ nucrynEr rh Quality Clothes For Men, Young Men and Boys ‘Exclusive—Not Expensive” HICKEV-FREEMAN CLOTHES Count Rud, etc., hit Plaster’s head and dropped over dead from water on the knee. The count's friend saw this hap- pen and because he didn’t want to take any too many chances, he left immedi- ately. Iron and Plaster at last got back to the United States. A great reception was given them. All the garbage collec- tors and dog catchers of New York lined up by the wharf and gave them three cheers, for which Iron and Plaster were very glad. As a reward, Iron and Plas- ter got thrown for life in jail, because they disturbed the peace. So let this be the moral of my little tail: Don’t speak until you’re spoken to, or as is some- times said in Afghanistania, the dead mouse gets the lleas. —b.h.s.— From Le Cotter’s Burns— The father crackers of horses and plows. Student's version in American litera- ture— The father cranks the horses and plows.” l est for students—The same as Chris Columbus passed in gaining his citizen- ship papers: 1. If two pencils cost 6 cents, how much does a hat cost?—Yes or no ( ) 1. Green 2. Aaeroplane 3. Snow 4. Ping Pong. II. If the Eskimos wear fur clothing, why do giraffes have long necks? ( ) 1. Radio 2. Yes 3. No 4. Balloon. III. If school takes up at 1:15 how late was the B. O. at this time last year? ( ) 1. Parasol 2. Book 3. Engine 4. Vergil IV. If birds fly, how old is your teach- er? True or false—( ) V'. If water is wet, how many China- men clean their teeth? ( ) ABCODFGH1JKL M N VI. If it rained tomorrow, why did the whale swallow Jonah? ( ) 1. Yes 2. Posolutely 3. Fish 4. Pencil Approved bv Class of Jan., '27, for Freshmen wishing to take Small Pox. Just then the shovel broke. ALFRED 0. SMITH Formerly Ralston Smith THE HALLMARK JEWELER 125 South Main Street Butler, Pa. 93 mx W n Er J0 ♦------------------------------------------------------♦ ■ Instant, Odorless Heat this Fall I I I Cheerful and warm as sunshine, these keen Fall days and infinitely cheaper than furnace heat —Radiantfire, the new, revolutionary heater. Install one. Save a ton of coal between this and Christmas. Heat by a new principle— radiant rays that send heat directly into the room—pure, smokeless, oderless, cleanly heat. Saves bother and coal bills. Improves ventilation. Models from $15 up. See them today. For Sale Exclusively By ELECTRIC SUPPLIES EQUIPMENT CO. At the Corner of Main and Mifflin riAe HUMPHREY 94 ♦ 4 McBRIDE and DECKER Our Drapery Department Can Supply All Your Drapery Needs For WINDOWS AND DOORS Quaker Lace Curtains Scranton Lustre Curtains Brelin Window Shades Fontine Washable Window Shades Austrian Washable Window Shades Kirsch Brass Curtain Rods McCall Patterns McBRIDE a n d DECKER 1. SENIOR GENERAL STORE “Hore(witz”) Hound Candy. 21. 22. Camels (Campbell) Beer Mugs (Weisenstein) 2 Coils ( Coyle”) 23. Pears (Perry) 3. “Crawfish” (Crawford) 24. Lard (Lardin) 4. “Hall” Room Equipment 25. Joy” Toys 5. “Bo” (Cummings) Ties 26. Leases” 6. Hemp(ling)” 27. Miller” Tires 7. Pancake (“Turners”) 28. Crows (Von Krough) 8. Acheing (Eakin) Pills 29. “Rit” (Ritts) 9. “Calder”wood 30. Dutch “Masters” 10. “Painter’s” Supplies 31. “Moxie(y)” 11. “Bar(ton)” Room Supplies 32. Salves for Burns, etc. (Thoburn) 12. Johnston’s” Floor Wax 33. Soups (Campbells) 13. Wolf Gongs 34. Staegers”town Ginger Ale 14. Linseed (Lindsay) 35. “Bills” (Say, Leith, Green) 15. Wash (Werch) Boards 36. Wheels (Wheeler) 16. Buyers (Byers) 37. Oysters (Oesterling) 17. Dogs (Kerr) 38. Pipes (Piper) 18. Kennels (Kennedy) 39. Water Hydrants (Heidenreich) 19. Ice (lea Humes) 40. Handsoap (Hansen) 20. Crafts (Croft) Chocolates 41. Polka “Dots” (Douthett Lease) 95 j jma n n£r The first cold snap is usually a surprise and if the coal bin is empty you’ll have to hustle to get it filled. This is the time to buy coal. Put in your order today. Prices are now lower than we expect them to be later this year. fSHITFFLIN GHEEN South Monroe Street Phone 20170 COSCO 4 LUMP 96 IC ‘nix 3s 97 ynw imr U. HARPERS SERVICE STATION Tires, Tubes and Accessories ATLANTIC GAS Corner Clay and Franklin Streets Butler, Pa. MUSIC COMEDY I ley Diddle Diddle—Ethel Kerr. Steppin’ Out—Clara Louise Jenkins. Stampede—Stan Painter. Baby Lace—Charles Donnel. Lucky Day—Graduation Day. Am I Wasting My Time on You— Butler High School. Bye Bye Blackbird—Bill Green. I’ve Got a Girl—Bill Say. I've Pound a New Girl—Griff Lindsay. She’s Still My Babv—George Walter. Ilugs and Kisses—Mary Louise Tur- ner. Leave Me Something to Remember— Buckev. Don’t Porget—Class of January, ’27. Where''d You Get Those Eyes—Milli- cent Molyneaux. Precious—Lucille Ritts. Sleepy I lead—Sonny Oesterling. The Old lime Religion is Good Enough for Me—Lillian Guttormsen. Sweet and Low—Janet Miller. Pm a Good Girl—Lucy Acquaviva. Talking to the Moon—Ruth Kumnier. Where He Leads 1 Will Follow—Mable Croft. That Old Gang of Mine—Magnet Committee No Poolin’—Raymond Miller. Me Too—Walter Hemphling. Climbing Up the Ladder of Love— Amanda Jones. Brown Eves—Beatrice Myers. —b.ii.s.— Not to be read bv children under 18 and over 60. I. Do you believe in Santa Claus? If so, why? ( ) II. Is there an Easter Bunny? ( ) 1. Palse 2. True 3. Bear 4. Cow. III. Who killed Cock Robin? ( ) 1. Earl Eakin 2. Lois Ketterer 3. Bill Green. IV. Plow much dirt in a hole 10 ft. square? ( ) 1. Yes. 2. No 3. X Y Z. --B.H.S.- If you want to see how many close friends you’ve got, try to borrow a twenty. HARRY WIMER Member of THE ASSOCIATED GENERAL CONTRACTORS OF AMERICA and PITTSBURGH BUILDERS EXCHANGE 98 GEORGE KETTERER Good Reliable Furniture ♦ 222 South Main Street PHONE 20021 BUTLER, PA. The following are the answers for the Puns From Geometry in last month’s is- sue: 1. Compliment 2. Perpendicular 3. Rhombus 4. Ark 3. Angle 6. Center 7. Locus 8. Diameter 9. Degree 10. Plane 11. Polygon 12. Triangle 13. Circle 14. Cone 15. Secant 16. Chord 17. Altitude 18. Ratio 19. Hypotenuse 20. Area —b.h.s.— A FACULTY GUESS These are some of the members of the 13. FI. S. faculty who have been teachers of the A Seniors. Some of them are not here now but see if you can GUESS WHO. I. A very small man with a German nose. Before the girls he loved to pose; He taught Freshman Algebra in 314. But around our halls, now he’s not to be seen. Guess Who! (Continued on Page 103) 4 SCHOOL DAYS FOOTBALL GAMES AUTUMN DAYS DANCES Top Them All Off with a Delicious Sandwich or Soda at CUMMINGS CANDY SHOP (Everyone Knows Where “Cummings” Is.) 99 Call Butler Steam Laundry For Your Laundry and Dry Cleaning We Have as Good Equipment as Money Can Buy —i GIVE US A TRIAL PHONE 29600 21714 WEST CUNNINGHAM STREET Butler, Pennsylvania ♦ 100 3 .10 _ - S yyy?r r s as is , P ' Uy y r V 3X ,,w 7 a � xy?ys i .., y% S' Kf. -'3 i- y 101 nrun nsr COAL OPERATORS SALES COMPANY 608 BUTLER COUNTY NATIONAL BANK BUILDING FRED STOVER. President Sole Agents and Owners of Butler Coal Mining Company Cosco Gas Coal Company Zenith Coal Company All located within V 2 miles of Butler. Daily capacity 1200 tons, preparing seven sizes of Steam, Gas, and Domestic Coals. Local Distributors: SHUFFLIN AND GREEN ►__________________________________________________________♦ 102 (Continued from Page 99) II. Speaking of studies, who was the man? Who used to guard the van Of present A Seniors grand, The 7th period in Mb, used to stand. Guess Who! III. And what of the maid, who’s name rhymes with day. Who every day on our nerves would play; She taught science, a humdinger at that, She wasn't too thin, nor yet too fat. Guess Who! IV. Of all the hums, one was the bummiest, Of all the teachers, he the funniest; He was the big man, who taught history, And everyone liked he, himself, and family. Guess Who! V. There’s a lady who’s name sounds like Bigelow, And when it comes to sledding, she’s not very slow; And just every minute,— Yiru’ll find she is in it,— Guess Who! VI. There are two sisters in high school, And when cither’s round boys don’t fool; The one teaches Algebra, a very fine mind, And the other in English is not at all be- hind— Guess Who! VII. And who’s the lady on the second floor, Who taught us math until we could learn no more; And every day, would try to un-nerve us, You all know—why that’s Miss — Guess Who! VIII. .1 ml who’s the lady who runs our Magnet, And caused the editor much worry and fret; But my dear, altho this verse is poor, You surely couldn’t help knowing Miss Guess Who! IX. Now rack your brains, see how much you know, Tor here’s a great person, to you we must show; Scratch your heads, give your brain a jog, Tor you can’t be in High School without knowing Mr. — Guess Who! X. And here’s a dame who is sure a wow, She taught us penmanship—somehow; And now- you'll find her up on the third story. Teaching Latin, in all her glory. Guess Who! XI. Who is this popular science teacher. That always reminded us of a preacher; Here’s some gossip that Juniors can peg, Someone whispered, ‘Ile has a wooden leg. Guess Who! XII. This is a picture of one hundred ten, Who is the very best among men; He teaches dumb kids in all their glory, Now, see if you can guess it’s Mr. — Guess Who! XIII. And here's the last but not the least, And the one who gives the flu niters their feast; Who leads in chapel most every day, A nd his hair, if he had any, would be gray. Guess Who! 103 101 AUTOQRAPHS AUTOQRAPHS f