Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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

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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

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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