Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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V l l I . 6 THE SENIOR .MAGNET got a name for itself for winning games in the last quarter. The last and most bitterly contest- ed game was scheduled for the next Saturday. The day was a fine Nov- ember day for football. Une of the largest crowds that ever attended a football game was expected. UTelegram for Mr. Jimf, shouted the college darky handy man. 'lMu.st be getting important, Sap. exclaimed one of his many non-ad- mirers. Sap turned pale and seemed to grow sick in reading the telegram. My mother is dying! he shou.ted wildly to no one in particular. Rastus, get the can ready and take me to the stationf' headded after a short deliberation. Yas, suhl Massa Jimf, he re- plied. Jim was home as soon as possible but, by the time he got there his mother had taken a turn for the be- ter and was expected to recover. Both his father and mother urged him to go back and see the game. He got off the train and was greet- ed by a radio, announcing the foot- ball scores. lAWhat's that! Amherst 6-Lincoln 0 at the half ?,, he demanded of a fel- low-listener, standing near by. Yehl Confound the luck, anyway. We ought to win today but it seems as if the team isnlt fightingf, the listener replied. Jim grabbed a taxi and hurried to the stadium. Still by the time he got there, the third qu.arter was almost over. To put on his uniform and to grab his megaphone took only a minute. The fourth quarter was just beginning when he ran out on the field. Neither the team nor the root- ers were showing much spirit. Only cheering half-heartedly, the rooters did as much harm as good for the team. The Sap ran down to the front of the grandstand and called for a cheer. The crowd recognized him and for some reason or other cheered again and again. The team found fresh courage. A touchdown was scored and the extra point made. These seven points were enough to win the game. Four times the games had been won in the last qu.arter. The team had been arou.sed by the cheering of the crowd, which in turn had been arous- ed by the Sap. Going down the line, it was the Sap who was responsible for these victories. No one seemed to think so thoughg or, if anyone did, he kept it to himself. On the night of the football ban- quet an invitation was sent to Jim. He went. Following the dinner and a few short speeches, the letters were given out to the players. After all the letters had been given out, the presenter said, 'Alt is also a great pleasure for me to present one more letter. It is not customary to give a letter to this particular branch of athletics, but by a vote of the team and board, it was decided to present a letter to this certain party on al:- count of his part in helping to win the games. Again I say that it is my great pleasure to present this letter to Mr. James Sanderson, comnionly caled 'the Sap', I believe. lVIr. San- dersonf' Jim just stood there. What could he say? He was so dumbfounded he hardly knew what he was doing. His letter at last and in a way altogether unexpected! I-I thank you.'l was all he could mutter. N

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THE SENIOR JWAGNET 5 j ggi LITERARY pzy The Sap ROBERT KAMERER Jim was a sap. Everyone said so. He was in everything he could get into which were few indeed, although he tried out for everything. First foot- ball, then basketball, and finally base- ball. He was fair in everything but not good enough to be carried in any- thing. The coaches carried him as long as possible but finally had to cut him to make the squad smaller. It was his last year and he hadn't won his letter yet. A letter seemed his only ambition in school. How can I get one?l' he sud- denly demanded of his only sympa- thizer, Fritz Hoffman. Get one what? Fritz asked. What do you suppose? A baby elephant? A letter of course! Sap replied. Not much chance at football,', added Sap. Not for you, anyway, exclaimed Ted, a fellow classmate, 'fwhy don't you forget a letter and go down and lead the cheering? A sap like you always makes a good cheer leader. But there's no letter in thatf, Sap murmered. 'fVVhat's that matter? lVIaybe I could persuade the board to give you onef, replied Ted. After much arguing and pleading, Jim was persuaded to go down. At the first game the teams came out and were cheered lustily by the re- presentative schools. Gee! thereys the Sap down there. -'N In-me he's one of the cheer leadersln ex- claimed one fan to another. Well, I'll be d-. ,replied the second. The score was lop sided, the home team winning easily. The next two games were the same, although the games were getting harder straight along. The first hard game was almost a loss. The score was 0-0 at the end of the third quarter. The team did not show much fight, partly because it was dog-tired. At the beginning of the last quarter, the home fans were not cheering very much and, when they did cheer, it was only half- heartedly. The Sap suddenly jumped up and started a cheer. The crowd suddenly seemed to catch a new spirit, which was conveyed to the team by many loud and lusty cheers. The team started to play better. It had found courage and fresh strength some- where. Down the field it went. Nothing seemed to be able to stop it. A touchdown was scored and the extra point made. The rest of the game was played in mid-field, both teams being pretty well matched. The final score was 7-O in favor of the home team. No one seemed to think anything about the way the Sap had started the cheers. This was the way the next two games were won and the home school

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THE SENIOR IMA GNET 7 Good For Evil LILLIAN DUMBAUGH As Dolores Burke walked along the vacant streets of the Tenement District, East Side, New York, she was conscious of an uncanny feeling of being followed. But as she walked faster and faster, the feeling became more real. When she rounded the corner a young man stepped in front of her and ordered f'Hands Uplu Dolores could hardly believe her eyes. Surely she was dreaming. VVhy, one heard only of such things in fiction, but all the same it was true. She slowly raised her hands, all the time closely regarding the features of the Hbanditf, if he could be termed as such, which were visible below and above his half-mask. He wasn't what you would term 'Khard-boiledf' in fact he seemed very green in this at- tempt of a hold-up. He took a small signet ring, the only piece of jewelry Dolores had about her, and two dol- lars in cash. Une last glance, and he disappeared. Dolores was too stun- ned to call for help and ran the re- maining distance to her home where she lived with a widowed mother and Happer sister, Joan. To them she re- lated her experience, still believing that this young man could not be a real thief. Dolores was not what one could call a flapper, but yet she was far from being old-fashioned. Her hair, which was light and bobbed, fell in little ringlets about her face under the trim little felt hat she was wear- ing. Her complexion was of natural beauty, which gave her no need of visiting a drug store to purchase cos- metics. She was well dressed, and walked with a stride that bespoke of pep, courage, and willingness, and, to an onlooker, she presented a very alluring appearance. One month later, our hero, Jack Reed, otherwise our green thiefn was becoming initiated into the paths of real criminals. He had always lived in poverty and, although he worked at a filling station during the day, receiving small wages, he worked with the 'igangn at night, very often bringing in large hauls at one time. Now they were getting ready to bring in another large haul which, if suc- cessful, would probably make them a comfortable living for a whlie. This haul was that of smuggling goods into shore from steamers anchored outside the harbor. The big night came, and all was going well. As the smugglers pulled away from the steamer, they dis- covered that they were blinded by a powerful searchlight played on them from a trim motor boat not more than three hundred feet from astern. This could mean only one thing. Their game was up. Someone tipped off the harbor patrol and they knew they were in for a chase. As Jack grasped the wheel and started shore- ward, a shot pierced the air and he crumpled up in a heap. The boat veered sharply to port, then crashed headlong into a small schooner. Be- fore their boat could completely overturn, they were overtaken by the police boat. Outnumbered two to one, there was nothing to do but surrender. Jack was in su.ch a bad condition from the effects of the shot, that he was rushed to the hospital. Dolores Burke, who had returned from her vacation and was again on duty at the hospital, was immediately summoned to the operating froom