Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 142 of the 1929 volume:

•HIGH' SCHOOL? . — ' BYTLEIV PENNSYLVANIA- VC (DECKELS'-ARCHITECT • NtSJjf-'CASTLE HMBBi 1 The Rainbow Chaser Berton Braley There’s gold at the end of the rainbow, Or such is the tale that is told, And so I can’t rest from my glamorous quest Until I have garnered the gold. The trails are not easy to follow; The rainbow itself fades away; But there is a lure to the search, and I’m sure I’ll win to the treasure some day. There’s gold at the end of the rainbow, Suppose that it shouldn’t be true; Suppose all my dreams and my plans and my schemes Should lead me to naught when I’m through? Suppose that the chase is a failure? Why should I regret or repine? Though never a hoard may be mine as reward, The joy of the seeking is mine! So if at the end of the rainbow I find not the treasure I sought, I’ll rest for a bit to recover my grit And then I will cherish this thought: Oh, there are two ends to a rainbow! Since this one of treasure is bare, I’ll seek in the skies where the other end lies And look for the treasure that’s there!” To One Who Tuned Us in on the Voices of Literature Song of Poet Wisdom of Sage and Seer, Visions of Dreamers Hope and Faith of Prophets Beauty of Artist, Majesties of Builders Taps of Doom Bugle Calls to Virtue, Love, and Life Herself the Way, Exemplar to Us to MISS GERTRUDE REED Our English Teacher This Commencement Volume of The Magnet Is Affectionately Dedicated by The June Class, Butler Senior High School 1930 MISS GERTRUDE REED _ 6 THE SENIOR MAGNET BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL 1 THE RAINBOW CHASER 3 DEDICATION 4 EDITORIALS 7 LITERARY 11 Suds—Felix Rosenthal .................................. 12 Lest We Forget—Anonymous 14 Aspiration—HenJren Llewellyn .......................... 17 Patsy—Dorothy Sljcef .................................. 18 Youth—Grace Rhodaberger ............................... 20 Two Unclaimed Ships—Merle Hughes ...................... 21 Advice to Freshmen—Alice W diner ...................... 24 Mrs. Snow’s Ambition—Duira Baldinger .................. 25 Sonnet On a Shooting Star—Alice Wellner ............... 27 A Rural Romance—Catherine Marinaro .................... 28 On Cramming For Examinations—Margaret Hildebrand 31 The Wrong Package—Edward Brown ........................ 32 Ideal—Grace Rhodaberger ............................... 33 Chinese Faith—Joan Groutt ............................. 34 Grandad and the Good Old Days—Harold D. Leavitt 37 Adieu to Butler High—Gertrude Davis 39 Lucky Poison—Anonymous 40 The Water Boy—Esther Von Krogh 44 SENIORS ................................................... 47 SENIOR MAGNET STAFF 75 SKITS ..................................................... 76 ACTIVITIES 97 ADVERTISEMENTS ............................................113 HUMOR .....................................................115 THK SENIOR MAGNET 7 ■fir ... Editorials... Farewell James Eisler The journey of our life, as well as anyone’s life, is along a road of many windings and turnings. Sometimes, we find it extremely difficult to look either forward or backward—forward, because we can see only such a little way beyond our present position; backward, because of tears blinding our eyes. Our high school days may have seemed long; but when we glance back over them, the road was short, after all. Ever since we began our educational activities, we have looked forward to the time when we would be seniors, then to graduation from high school. We have reached the goal of our ambition. We have worked for it and dreamed for it as the realization of our hopes and desires. For four years, we have traveled together, gathering what we thought to be good; now, we must separate and go different ways. We are full of hope and eager for the great world in which we must take up our life work. Only one word remains to be said— farewell.” We must go different ways, to do what we know not. As we leave, we go with the wish that as many as find it possible will complete their high school education. The four years will pass quickly; and having attained that goal, they will find the effort well worth while. Which Way? Frances Campbell To every man there opened a way and a way and a way And every man decideth the way his soul shall go. Some take the high way and some take the low; While in between on the misty flats, tlx rest drift to and fro; For to every man there openeth a high way and a low. And every man determineth the way his soul shall go. Today, the ways lie open before us. We must decide the way we are to follow or drift with the current. Some one has said that we do not always choose between the worst and the best but often between the good and the best. As we look at those who have chosen, we realize how many drift along in the current. It is difficult to group people by their apparent successes. At 8 THE SENIOR MAC.NET first, we are caught by those who stand in the lime-light. Then as we classify the drifters, we discover we have not picked out all the high souls. These are not always the famous ones, but they who are achieving or have achieved their set goal by high aims and unstinted labors. We are young, eager, and impatient. Inspired by the event of our Commencement, we feel we must take that way which will bring us lasting success. In the days to come, amidst the competition and many other opposing forces, it will be impossible to succeed unless we have a goal which we desire with all our being. Let us choose with the consciousness that we may aim as high as we are willing to labor. For to every wan there openeth a high way and a low, And every wan determine!h the way his soul must go.” A Plea For Individuality Duira Baldinger Down deep in the heart of each one of us is a strange indefinable something which poets call the divine spark.” It is called by various names, individuality, personality, or even, by some scientists, the reaction of the nervous system to environment. Astounding, isn’t it, how such cold, scientific words are able to destroy the enchantment of the mystery which veils the human soul? The romanticist who wishes to remain a romanticist in these days of stern realism must, by sheer will-power, keep a firm hold on his imagination. We of this modern day have succeeded almost phenomenally in hiding this individuality. We conceal our true reactions beneath a crust of mass thinking, catch phrases, and fashionable cynicism. It is almost trite to say again that one of the pet fallacies of our age is that to be clever one must be cynical. We brand as a mild maniac the one who dares to assent his true self and scorns conventional manners, custom, and thought. Yet, we find that the man who succeeds in making a name for himself in the world today is the man who has always stood out as an individual, an individual who is not ashamed of his eccentricities, who is not ashamed to look at his fellowmen squarely and say, I am as I am. You may try to pour me into your mold, but1' you will not succeed in destroying my real self.” In the year 1900, there was graduated from one of our smaller eastern colleges, an awkward, ungainly youth who was made the butt of the majority of the jokes of his classmates. The clubs on the campus shunned him. The girls of the school laughed at him. He was, in the simple phraseology of youth, queer. Today, that youth is considered one of the most brilliant law- THE SENIOR MAGNET 9 yers in Pennsylvania. One of the reasons for the masterpiece he has made of his life was his downright refusal to conform to the average, to the mass, to the conventional. . The thirty years which have elapsed between that boy’s commencement and the present have witnessed a multitude of changes. Industry has moved forward with breath-taking speed. Education has doubled and redoubled its scope. Each year, thousands upon thousands are graduated from our colleges and universities, many with high honors, all with keenly developed intellects and the grim determination to succeed. What is to become of them? Surely they cannot all obtain their goals. Competition will be sharp. The vast majority will fall into the hum-drum rut of the ordinary. It will be only the most prominent personality, the sharpest mind which will succeed in making even a slight impression on the sands of time.” The opportunity is great—that fact is indisputable—but the struggle will be greater. The future is going to be a clear example of the survival of the fittest.” Throw off the cloak of artificiality. Destroy that monotonous sameness. Forget ridicule. Think your own thoughts, not the thoughts of others. Scorn the human parrot. Be first, last, and always—yourself! The Next Room Harlan Baumbach You have heard it said that a word to the wise is sufficient; but according to the statistics compounded by the Interstate Commerce Ommission, this is true only in eight cases out of ten. Let me illustrate. Anyone who is foolish enough to read this would be grossly insulted if he were called unwise; and since this has already exceeded one word and is still insufficient, the case is reduced to absurdity. Quite Enough Done._ Leaving high school is like getting off a train in Wyoming. If you have ever been there, you can understand; if not, use your imagination which should be keenly developed by this time. However, to get back to the pertinent question, leaving school is a kind of blind stagger into a dark room with plenty of extra chairs and footstools strewn about. The problem is to reach the lamp at the other end of the room and to get there as devoid, as possible, of scraped shins and bloody noses. But beware of cat’s eyes that look like luminous lamp cords. They’ll lead you astray, and you’ll probably find yourself on the floor with a sofa on your back. Cats, you know, can crawl under sofas. Of course, the best way to get out of such a predicament is to reverse, which is possible at all times except when it can’t be done. If you are interested and patient enough to find the right path, you will be delighted to see plenty of ripe and delicious fruit in round glass bowls. Such fruit tastes like nectar on an empty stomach. 10 THE SENIOR MAGNET Also, if you are built like a skyscraper, you must beware of overhanging chandeliers, portiers, buccaneers, and what-not. Wounds from such sources are very painful and sometimes cause amnesia. The only remedy is to start all over again. But if you are built like a mole hill, you must be careful of table tops that have a habit of reaching out and poking you in the eye. It has been found that the best remedy for this is a piece of beefsteak, preferably ground, dipped in glue and placed upon the eye. The glue allows the wearer to remain asleep in an upright position without disturbing the meat. In case you have the proportions of a war tank, place the hands before the face, step backwards one hundred paces and then run! If the resultant irresistible force meets an immovable object such as a piano, strains of harp music will usually be heard; if not, return to the factory, and all defective parts will be replaced. Perhaps the greatest difficulty of all will be knowing whether or not to pull the lamp cord at the time it is reached. This difficulty can be solved only by the greatest concentration and contemplation. If you can light the lamp for the other folks, you are doing them a great service and will probably make enough money to feed all the starving Armenians in Russia. The Magnet Loses a Friend The present Magnet staff regrets that its successor must suffer a great loss in the resignation from the faculty of a true friend. For several years Miss Moore has most effectively performed the duties of faculty advisor and business manager of the school publication. Not only has she been ready and willing to aid whenever called upon, but she has imparted a spirit of enthusiasm which has proved invaluable. The members of the Senior Magnet staff take this opportunity to thank Miss Moore for her generous services. 12 THE SENIOR MAGNET Suds Felix Rosenthal IT ALL started when Mrs. Wesley J. Powell was elected president of the Franklin Society for the Promotion of the Welfare of Homeless Animals. After becoming the head of an organization to prevent poor homeless animals from starving to death, she could not very well get rid of the lean little dog that her son Jimmy had brought home just the day before. Now that she had to keep it, she thought that she might as well give it a name befitting its membership in the Powell household. Accordingly, it was presented with the name Marmion, much to the disgust of Jimmy. Jimmy’s mother had a peculiar aversion to dogs of all sorts. One can hardly blame her, however, for she could still remember, when, as a girl of eight, she had been knocked down and bitten by a huge St. Bernard which was only intending to be playful. Since then, whenever she saw a dog, she almost went into hysterics. She had difficulty, the first few days that Marmion was about, to keep from screaming every time the dog made the least advance to her; but, as time went on, she gradually became used to his capers about her. The real trouble began one afternoon when Jimmy was giving his pet a bath He had a tub of water in the back yard and was in the habit of putting the dog on a large towel and giving him a good scrubbing, because, if Marmion’s legs were left free in the tub, it was not very long until every one within a radius of ten feet had a good soaking. Jimmy was following his usual proceedure and had just finished giving the dog a good soaping and was ready to rinse him when Marmion spied a cat. Giving a joyful yelp, he leaped out of his master’s arms and was away. Jimmy called and called and called, but no Marmion. Finally, after Marmion had chased the cat all over the neighborhood and had dug his favorite bone out of the coal pile, he decided that he would like to sleep for a while. He roamed around the cellar hunting for a soft, cool spot in which to lie; he noticed a large basket of the Powell laundry. It seemed smooth and had a delicious clean smell about it. After burying his bone again, he went over to his newly discovered retreat and lay down. As it happened, Mrs. Powell had been in town that afternoon and had not arrived home until three o’clock. She was giving a tea for the aforementioned Society for the Promotion of the Welfare of Homeless Animals, and the guests had been invited for three o’clock. As there were a few details to attend to at the last minute, she left the setting up of the card tables until the last minute. Just after she sent her maid to the cellar to get the table covers, she heard a scream. Rushing down to see what was the matter, she saw Marmion, a mass of coal dust and soap suds, sitting on the basket of freshly laundered table covers. THE SENIOR MAGNET 13 When Wesley J. Powell came home that evening, he was greeted by a wife, the like of whom he had never known before. She was deathly pale, and her eyes were sunken and red from weeping. After it was all over, Wesley told her not to worry, that the old hens” who were there would only have soiled the covers anyway and they would have had to be laundered again. All of which only made his wife angrier. When Jimmy heard of the doings of Marmion, he suggested changing his name to Suds. It seemed that all the members of the family liked Suds much better than Marmion for a name for the dog; so, Suds it became. From that time on, Suds slept in the garage; for Mrs. Powell said that if she ever caught the dog in the house again, she would kill him. Jimmy pleaded and begged, but his mother was firm. All this happened in the fall of the year. The Powells had a great many trees around their home, and it was Jimmy’s job to see that the lawn was raked and the leaves burned. While he was at work, Suds always watched him. He especially liked to watch the fires that Jimmy made when he burned the leaves. He jumped and snapped at the smoke; and at times, when Jimmy was burning rubbish, he would actually drag a burning branch out of the fire to play with it. Notwithstanding the fact that Jimmy’s mother had wanted him to keep the dog out of the house, Jimmy, as the days grew colder, used to sneak his dog into the house and put him in front of the fireplace in the sitting room, when his mother was not at home. There was a soft, silky tiger skin there, in front of the fireplace, on which Suds would curl up and sleep. One day, Mrs. Powell went shopping; and Jimmy, as usual, let Suds into the house. It was a cold day, and the dog was grateful for the warmth that the sitting room fire afforded him. He curled up on the skin and dozed off. Suddenly, he smelled smoke. He jumped up and looked about him; there was his favorite spot, a mass of flames. A coal had popped out of the fireplace and landed on the piece of fur. That was too much for Suds. To see his soft bed on fire was heaven plus, and nothing would do but that he drag it out into the yard and have a romp with it. As Suds was going down the steps, Mrs. Powell was coming up. When she saw an apparent streak of fire and smoke rushing pell-mell at her, it was too much for her nerves, and she fainted. When her husband came home, he was told by his wife that Suds had started to play with the tiger skin and had thrown a corner of it into the fire and then had dragged it into the yard. She did not forget to lay particular emphasis on the fact that she had fainted and had sustained a very severe shock as the result of Suds’ rushing at her. Later, he heard his wife saying to Jimmy, That dog will have to go, Jimmy. I cannot stand him any longer. I will tell your father to take him out in the country and set him loose.” In the face of what had happened, Mr. Powell agreed with his wife, but he was not in favor of taking the dog out into the country and leaving him there to starve or freeze to death. Wesley Powell had no peace at home until he told his wife, about a week 14 THE SENIOR MAGNET later, that he would do as she wished. He put the dog in his car and started out for Middletown, about twenty miles distant. When he got nearly there, he opened the door of his car and let Suds out. The dog, thinking that his master was going to play a game with him, frisked and played about. When Wesely turned his car around and started back, Suds started to run along beside the car, still thinking that they were having a romp. Soon he became tired and sitting down in the road watched the rapidly disappearing car. Three miles from where he let Suds go, Mr. Powell stopped at a roadside stand for gas and a bite to eat. He could not understand why he had no appetite, even though he had not eaten since morning. He also could not understand why he saw things in a blur every once in a while. When he got home, he went into the sitting room and sat down on the lounge before the fire. Soon he was lost in thought. Then, waking suddenly out of his reverie, he noticed a black scar in the floor, and the whole story of Suds’ heroism, accidental of course, but, nevertheless, heroism dawned on him. He ran through the house, calling his wife; and when he found her, he could hardly gasp, S—S—Suds was laying - pant - pant - on the skin when a coal popped out and set it on fire. Pant—pant—I just discovered the scar that the coal made when it burned through to the floor. If it had not been for Suds, the whole house would probably have burned down.” Well, it is too late now,” said Mrs. Powell. The dog is gone.” Just then they heard a scratching noise at the door. When Mr. Powell went to investigate, there stood Suds. He had jumped on the running board of the car, while Mr. Powell stopped for gas, at the wayside stand, and he had ridden all the way home. A few minutes later, Mrs. Powell could be heard telephoning to her butcher, Send me two pounds of the best meat that you have and the biggest bone in the shop.” Lest We Forget Anonymous BEN IDE went to work in the fall of the year for the Northern Lumber Company whose holdings were in the upper regions of Michigan. He was a good worker, one who made friends with the men, likeable and trustworthy in big things, but in little things, frequently forgetful. That was Ben’s one fault; and though it seemed a little matter to him, it proved to be otherwise. Ben easily made friends, and the friends more than once went far out of their way to do Ben’s forgotten tasks. More than once, Jim Lacy prevented Ben’s receiving a severe reprimand. Ben and Jim were inseparable. Where one was, after hours, the other was certain to be; and Jim, who worshipped the ground Ben walked on, kept an eye on him. Have you done this?” he would ask, and Ben would go and do it. THE SENIOR MAGNET 15 But there came a time when the boss exploded, Ben, I’m warning you! Forget once more and you go!” Ben reddened. He had no comeback. He had meant to phone to town for the gas supply to be sent out but had forgotten. It was his fault. Any boss would be provoked when the work of the whole gang was held up for three hours. Jim fairly trembled. Ben needed the money. If Ben were fired, it would be hard for him to get another job that paid so well; and that would mean for Ben, no college. For the sake of your college fund, Ben,” Jim exclaimed that night when the two were together, Dont forget again! The boss means what he says.” For the next few weeks, Ben was careful. He did not forget. Then it happened. The fellows in from work were sitting in the mess house waiting for dinner. The boss came stamping in later than the others. Ben, sitting at one side, started at his appearance. That gate! For several days, the men had been rebuilding a bridge that had gone out during the fall rains. It will be done today,” the man in charge of the construction gang had s d to the boss that morning. The boss had nodded. Then as the men were goifl| out to work, he had turned to Ben and said, If the bridge is not done, be sure to close the gate across the road above the bridge.” Ben remembered now that he had forgotten to close that gate. Halfway across the creek, the bridge had been finished; but the floor boards were not yet down on the other half. Ben’s face went white. What if the boss asked him about the gate. It would cost him his job! The minutes passed, talk in the room became general, and the boss did not question him as to whether he had carried out orders. Ben breathed more freely. If the boss did not ask about the gate, he was safe! It didn’t matter anyway. All the men knew the bridge was out, and the detour signs had not been taken down. He’d just keep still and say nothing. So Ben sat silent trying to avoid the eyes of the boss, listening as the men talked of this or that. It’s a dark night,” some one said, a dark night!” Fragments of talk came out of the general buzz of conversation. A storm’s coming, and the creek is high.” I remember,” a man spoke up, when the rains filled the creek bed so the rocks under the bridge were covered. Imagine that, can you! Clear covered, those jagged rocks!” Under the bridge, jagged rocks rose from the bed of the stream like a series of stepping-stones between which water rushed with white foam edging the waves. It would take much to cover those rocks. And then in the noise, Ben heard some one ask, Jim coming back tonight?” Three days before, Jim had gotten a leave of absence to go home for Thanksgiving. Saturday, he was to be back, and this was Friday night. I phoned for him,” the boss spoke up. Rush of work made me have to 16 THE SENIOR MAGNET do it. Told him the bridge would be done today. Told him to take the late train to the junction and walk over from there.” Jim was coming back, and the gate was open! To Jim, it would be an assurance that the bridge was finished, and he would come direct instead of by way of the detour. Jim!” Ben hardly knew he spoke. Everybody looked up, curious. Then the boss nodded. Ben, did you forget to close that gate?” Running, stumbling forward, Ben knew that this meant that his job was done; but that didn’t matter. Fired, he deserved to be. If only he could get there in time to warn Jim, they could fire him and welcome! His first thought had been to rush to the bank of the stream and call out a warning across the water; but that would not do. The distance across to the side from which the half finished bridge jutted was too great. He had to make the detour, cross the stream on the temporary bridge, and race up the farther bank. If he should fail! He was terror-stricken at the thought. So he raced; and panting, he made the bridge, only to see that he had gotten there a moment too late. Jim! Jim!” he called. The form on the bridge was only a blur in the darkness, but it could be no other than Jim. Jim! Jim!” again Ben called as he raced out onto the planks. The roaring wind and water drowned the sound of his voice. There was only one more step between Jim and the unfinished portion of the bridge. Just when he’d reach Jim, Jim would step off into space. Pull him back! That could not be done. He might possibly reach Jim, but not if he checked his own speed. Then Ben took the one chance left. It was only a slim chance; but if it did not save Jim, it at least meant they would die together. He plunged forward and hit Jim hard, using all the skill he had gained as a tackier in the games at the high school. And,” as Jim told the story later, he certainly struck me. I had thought I heard some one calling, but the wind was making the trees sing, and I wasn’t sure. Anyway, I was in a hurry. So I passed on and started forward on the bridge. I heard some one shout 'Jim!’ The same instant, I was thrown; something hit me like a shot. The next I knew, Ben was holding my head above the waters of the big pool and saying, 'Jim! Jim! You’re not hurt, are you?’ ” I wasn’t. I was wret and mad! 'What’s the matter with you?’ I asked. Clear of the rocks and into the pool, Ben had thrown me. Six feet out from the planks far beyond the jutting rocks.” Later, Ben went in to see the boss. I left the gate open, you see. It was pure carelessness.” He did not try to excuse himself and had already packed his bag. I thought,” he said, I’d confess before you fired me.” Ben knew he had it coming to him. THE SENIOR MAGNET 17 Fired? You are not!” The face of the boss was a trifle white. You deserve to be, I’ll admit. You deserve a medal for bravery, too; but you’ll not get that either.” The boys are still together, Jim and Ben. Inseparable friends,” the men often say. Never saw the like of their friendship;” and then almost always, they add, And good workers, too. You don’t have to tell either one of them twice; they never forget.” Aspiration HcttJren Llewellyn There lay in the summer's twilight Beneath a shelt’ring, verdant oak A youth in deep contemplation. Above him arched the dark vault of tl e heav'ns. Besprinkled with the sparkling jewels of the sky. Ah! How happy those sparkling stars, Pursuing each his quiet way Amid celestial harmony! How happy their lot, tljat they, serene, pursue Their destined course, undaunted by man's discord and his strife, Pouring their calm light ceaselessly Into the dark world below! But oh, thrice happy, happy beav'nly souls Whose clear, bright flame burns on JJndimmed by passion’s raging fires, Holding their candle of self-sacrifice serenely high. To them 'tis given to light the night, To lift the leaden hearts and cheer the sad. Oh thrice-blessed — they arc spared The pining for the unattainable .... The eternal good is ever free, Forever proffered to the earnest seeker. 18 THE SENIOR MAGNET Patsy Dorothy Sheef UW7 ELL, of all things!” exclaimed Aunt Mirandy as she banged W the receiver back on the hook. If that ain’t jest like your relations.” The speaker was Mrs. Johns, a thin, wiry woman of approximately fifty years and of an uncertain temper. Her remark was addressed to her husband, a plump, jolly man with a jovial expression on his face. What is it, Mirandy?” inquired Silas Johns, comfortably puffing his pipe. Will nothing make you take that everlasting pipe out of your mouth and show some interest in others?” exclaimed Mirandy. Now, now, Mirandy, don’t get all excited; tell me what’s the matter.” Matter? Matter enough, when your sister can’t take her own flesh and blood on a pleasure trip she and her husband are taking.” What’s that, Mirandy?” exclaimed Silas. Is sister Helen taking a pleasure trip?” Yes, Silas Johns, Helen and George are taking a pleasure trip. And that isn’t the worst of it. The operator just called from the telegraph office that there was a telegram for Silas Johns containing this message: 'Helen and I taking trip. Please take care of Patsy. George Johns.’ Patsy! that sounds like your relations, naming their child Patsy.” Mirandy had been very much disappointed when the child was not named for her. But somehow,” she reflected, I have no recollection of their calling the child Patsy; but then. I’ve never seen the child.” Nuther do I remember her name,” said Silas, but it must be Patsy, for that’s what the telegram says.” When does the train come in?” asked Silas a few minutes later. Silas, don’t sit there and tell me that you’ve lived here for twenty years and don’t know when the 8:15 train comes in. Hurry and dress.” As she spoke, she was rushing madly about doing useless things. Well, anything to keep peace in the family,” mumbled Silas, as he slowly got ready to go. Fifteen minutes later, Silas called from the front door where he stood ready to go. Well, Mirandy, I’ve been waiting an hour, are you almost ready?” Silas, I wish you wouldn’t exaggerate so; you know you just hurried down the stairs to be a minute ahead of me. Did you lock the back door and tell Jane to wait for us?” No, Mirandy, I forgot.” Humph, if that isn’t just like a man!” said Mirandy as she performed the designated tasks. Ten minutes later, Mirandy and Silas Johns were walking down the THE SENIOR MAGNET 19 street. They had no car because Mirandy didn’t favor them new-fangled notions.” Arriving at the station ten minutes before the train was due, the couple sat down on a bench. Mirandy insisted on fixing Silas’ tie, while Silas squirmed uncomfortably, to the amusement of the other people around, at whom Mirandy glared complacently. Silas,” exclaimed Mirandy as a girl passed them wearing a boyish bob, is there a masquerade here, anywhere, or why is that boy dressed like a girl?” When Silas explained, Mirandy fell back. Good gracious, Silas, what’s this world coming to when the girls have their hair cut like boys and the boys wear trousers that look like skirts!” And Mirandy shook her head despairingly. Silas looked around to see if anyone had heard Mirandy, as she had not bothered to lower her voice; but just then the train pulled in. Rushing up, they surveyed all the passengers, but there was not a child among them, except a little negro girl. Mirandy looked at Silas dumfounded. Is that she?” she inquired hoarsely. My stars, Mirandy, I don’t know,” said Silas, scratching his head. Silas walked timidly up to the child. Is—is your name Patsy?” The little negress opened her mouth showing two rows of even white teeth and replied, No, ah ain’t Patsy; Ah’m Becky, and ah ain’t allowed to talk to strange men.” With these words, she moved off toward a fat, old negro woman. Silas returned to Mirandy saying, No, it's not Patsy, thank goodness; it’s Becky, and she must have thought I wanted to kidnap her because she informed me that she wasn’t allowed to talk to strange men.” Well, let’s go home. Apparantly, Patsy missed the train.” So they went home. When they arrived home, the door was opened by Jane, but a different Jane from the usual demure lady who opened the door. This Jane’s cap was disarranged, and her hair was hanging wildly about her face. Why, Jane,” said Mirandy, was the house broke into?” No, mam,” answered Jane. It’s Patsy. She’s arrived.” Arrived! But how did she arrive; she wasn’t on the train?” Yes’m, the expressman brought her up.” The expressman! Jane, look at me. You didn’t by any chance see anything of that old bottle of wine Johns had given to him?” Well, mam, when it comes to the point that your employers think you are drunk, I think it’s time to quit, though it’s enough to drive anyone to drink, such carrying on.” Well,” said Mirandy, where is Patsy?” I couldn’t hold her, mam, but she’s up on the bed.” On the bed!” said Mirandy. Why the poor child must be tired. Come up, Silas, let’s look at her.” 20 THE SENIOR MAGNET You go first, Mirandy,” said Silas. So Mirandy went. Silas,” called Mirandy in a choked voice a few minutes later, come here.” Silas went into the room, and there lying in the middle of the bed on the clean spread lay a dirty little dog. Patsy!” exclaimed Silas, as he started to laugh. The joke’s on us.” Youth Grace Khodaberger What is youth? 1 would ask Ere I lay aside my task Of being one. Is youth ought but joy and pleasure? Should 1 do naught but count and measure Youth's precious days? Is there one w jo can reply To this question if he try? No, not one. 1 am young, untouched by the swirl And the rush of life's mad whirl So I know not. Is there none, who'll speak the truth And tell us truly, what is youth? Yes, there is. Search for it in but one place, That's in youth's gay, smiling face; It is there. THE SENIOR MAGNET 21 Two Unclaimed Ships Merle Hughes A GROUP of pilots were gathered before the notice board, their mouths wide open as they read the latest news that was tacked up there by the Company Commander: Second Lieutenant Ziltz. Albatross Scout. Down in flames over Verdun. Confirmed. Second Lieutenant Ziltz. Combat Fokker, type unknown, crashed behind enemy line. Confirmed. There was no mistake about the report. There it was in neat typewritten script with the Old Man’s solid signature beneath it. There surely must be a mistake, for the pilots knew that Crash Ziltz was sitting at the table behind them, Crash who had smashed more good ships than they had lost to the enemy, the only man in the outfit who had failed to make good. It was impossible. Crash’s one-point landings and his unfailing ability in evading crossing the line were known throughout the company, but Crash had at last scored a homer. Ugh!” Crash gasped as a heavy hand thumped his bony shoulder. Scott, the leader of the dawn patrol, leaned down and whispered, Come on and tell me how you brought down two Huns while we were getting our beauty sleep.” Me!” Crash exclaimed in surprise as he leaned his chair back towards the wall. As he glanced up at the circle of faces, he read in them something that had never been there before, real friendliness. Crash was very happy. At last, he was accepted, one of the gang, but why? Some of the boys had always spoken to him in a friendly way, but to have Scott, the leader of the dawn-ers,” slap him on the back! Crash was overwhelmed. What was it all about? I don’t get you guys,” he said. ”It isn’t my birthday, and my aunt hasn’t willed me any money yet.” Two large hands grabbed Crash beneath his shoulders, lifted him to his feet, and gently helped him toward the notice board. There it is, you red-dyed murderer. All O. K. and correct. Cut out the Simple Simon dope, or I’ll slap you.” Crash gazed at the board. His jaw dropped. His tongue moved, but forcing his lips to open, he finally gulped out, Listen you guys—,” he broke off. He couldn’t tell them. He’d tell the Old Man, the Company Commander. Crash gave the gang a second surprised look and then made a run for the Commander’s office. Without the formality of knocking and waiting for the gruff invitation to enter, Crash flung open the door of the Squadron Commander’s office. You’ve made a mistake, sir,” he burst out. Credited me with two ships and—.” He stopped for no reason at all and gazed THE SENIOR MAGNET 22 voe uneasily at the gray-haired man sitting calmly at the desk, then continued as before, I’ve never got one.” Sit down, Ziltz,” said the commander softly, and then went on in a quiet voice, his tone always the same. What are you going to do about it, Ziltz?” Why, sir. I’ve done all I can do. I’ve told you about your mistake. I could say that you made a mistake, and it would be easier for you to tell the boys than for me to tell them.” He wiggled uneasily and almost slipped off his chair. And take a razzing from the boys, eh? They’ll make it pretty hot for you, Ziltz.” You mean, sir, you want me to go get two German ships and fix things that way?” Two, man! I want you to get fifty!” The Commander grinned. I want you to make those razzers eat dirt. I want to see the men in the hangars rushing to the tarmac when they see your ship swinging down. I want to see the ambulance men on their toes when you bump the tarmac for fear you might be scratched up a bit. You have had the name of 'wash-out.’ No one expects anything of you. That is why they call you 'Crash.’ Well, I’ve given you a start. What are you going to do? Tell them I’m a liar or go out and work out on those Germans?” Crash rose to his feet. Strange and wonderful thoughts were racing in his brain. Sir, I’ll try.” Crash raced to the hangar and ordered the sergeant to drag out a ship. The boss of the hangars turned toward the group of mechanics and gave a sharp order. Ship for Pilot Ziltz.” Crash sighed with relief as he saw the ship being wheeled out. He’d put one over on the sergeant, anyway. That fact gave him confidence in himself. Five minutes later, Crash was weaving his way up through the blue sky. In a few moments, the tarmac was a mere dot on the surface of the earthJ He pulled on the throttle and headed for the east. He glanced at the ground below and made a comparison with his map. He was above the American field guns. Not minding the roar of the guns below, he flew on. Suddenly from no where in particular, an enemy ship came out of the fog and headed toward him. For an instant, the old worries descended on him. Crash caught a grip on himself, as he remembered what the Old Man had done for him. Pressing the stick trigger to warm up his forward gun, he nosed his ship downward. As he kicked the left rudder, the tail of the enemy ship came in his ring-sights; he pressed the trigger and was conscious of a thin whine as bullets sped through the air. The Fokker, by making an outside loop, took itself out of danger. Just then, his dash-board instruments were torn into pieces as the enemy swooped past him. Again Crash kicked and struggled at his instruments as he tried to get the Fokker in his ring-sights. At last after many THE SENIOR MAGNET 23 seconds of fighting, he got the Fokker in his ring-sights; he felt a queer sensation as he watched his bullets tear through the cock-pit of the Fokker. What had been a mighty fighter of the air was now swooping to death in a cloud of smoke. He must get another to put the Old Man straight. Some instinct caused him to look around; he found that he had run into a trap; he was cornered. Between him and his own lines were four Fok-kers. Even as he banked to make some kind of a stand for himself, one ship fired on him; but Crash’s maneuvers caused the shots to go wide. Desperately, he sent his ship into the midst of the Fokker formation. Caught off their guard by the mad maneuver of Crash, one of the German ships went to the earth in black smoke. The next moment, the other three were whipping the air about him with their stinging bullets. The guns of one red-nosed Fokker were spitting a shower of bullets at the defiant ship. Crash took a sudden dive towards the earth, pulled out of his dive, and riddled the bottom of the Fokker with his bullets, sending another ship out of the one-sided fight. Crash did not get away untouched. While he was pouring his bullets into his adversary, the other two Fokkers jumped on his tail. Above the roar of the ships, he heard the guns below and noticed a wire on his left wing part as a stray bullet from one of the ships made a hit. Falling out of control, Crash let his ship fall toward the earth, which is a trick to lure on an enemy ship. The other two ships became careless, thinking that they had at last downed Crash’s ship and came roaring after him. Crash suddenly pulled back on his stick, expecting to see the wings of his ship float on past him, but the wings still held; and with a long swing upward, Crash came under the diving Fokkers who could not get out of his sights, and he had the luck of seeing another Fokker going down, a burning ship. The other pilot, seeing what had just happened to his fellow ships, evidently thought that they had been fighting an ace or a devil, and turning tail, opened his throttle and headed for home. Crash resolved that from now on he would handle his ship like others handled theirs. Without worrying, he’d maintain real speed for the landing and make a job of it from start to finish. Five minutes later, a very much battered ship glided down to the tarmac with a dead engine. From hangars, there came running a score of mechanics. Crash was anxious. Would he make a mess of the landing and smash the ship? Recklessly, he slipped down at high gliding speed. Within two feet of the tarmac, he drew the ship level and prayed that he would make a good landing. With a bounce, the ship hit the ground, ran for fifteen feet; the left wing suddenly tipped; and then, the crash. Crash climbed from the wreck and stood looking at his ship. Fine landing, sir!” the fight sergeant’s voice said. Landing gear was badly shot up and gave out.” Crash made a run for the Commander’s office and rushing in at the door saw the Old Man sitting at his desk. Well, Crash, am I a liar?” said the Old Man in his steady voice. 24 THE SENIOR MAGNET n m Not by a long shot, sir!” Crash said. I want credit with three ships besides the ones that you credited me with getting before I ever shot them down. What do you mean by that?” said the Commander. I mean, sir, that I met a flight of Fokkers, and luck seemed to be with me.” The Commander quickly took up the telephone and got Headquarters, where he found out that what Crash said was true. The Commander, with a smile looked up at Crash and said, Well, Crash, what a 'wash-out’ you turned out to be!” Advice to Freshmen Alice Well tier So live that u hen thy summons, comes to rise And recite thy lesson, thou mayest hold thy place Among the perfect ones. When tfjou risest. Park thy gum under the seat carefully. Look thy instructor straight in the eye; no need To admit so soon that thou art a blockhead. Refrain From running thy finger up and down the desk, as nervous As a cat — the varnish will wear off soon enough. And don't think that the old ruse, I can't pronounce That word,'' will get you anywhere. Speak with a voice Loud and sonorous; and only when thou, art through, sit down. Follow all these precepts, and per japs, after many Long and weary days have passed, thou too Mayest wrap the folds of thy cap and gown around thee And decorate the stage as we do now. THE SENIOR MAGNET 25 HM - — •' Mrs Snow’s Ambition Duira Baldinger THE last rays of the sun touched the gray hair on the pillow with tints of rose and gold. The woman’s eyes flickered open. Her head moved restlessly. Nurse!” I’m right here, Mrs. Snow.” Jean O’Neill looked over the top of her magazine. Oh! What’s that you’re reading?” The old eyes gleamed strangely. Burton’s Weekly. Would you like me to read to you?” The woman’s wrinkled face was tense. A line deepened on her forehead. Don’t read. Turn to page thirty and tell me the winners of last week’s contest. Please.” Jean turned to page thirty. There were three names. Mrs. Brown, 221 Green Avenue, Millvale; Miss Dickson, 340 Fairfield Street, Haverhill; Mrs. Wharton, 675 Elm Street, Georgetown.” Is that all. Nurse?” Yes, Mrs. Snow.” Thank you.” The face looked tired, discouraged. Jean looked at her keenly. Mrs. Snow, did you enter a letter in that contest?” Mrs. Snow averted her face with the shamed gesture of a child who has been discovered doing something foolish but enjoyable. Yes, I—I guess I’m just a silly old woman. I sent a letter in last week. That was before I took sick. Now, I’ll never have another chance at a contest.” Her voice was quivering. Jean looked at her understandingly. Would you like to win a contest, Mrs. Snow?” Two eyes looked at her wistfully. Nurse, if I could win just one contest before I die, I’d be happy. It’s not the prize I want but just the feeling of knowing what it is to win.” She was becoming confidential. For forty years, I’ve entered every contest I’ve heard of, but I’ve never won any of them. Now, I won’t have another chance. I heard what the doctor said this morning about my having only a week to live. Oh, don’t look so pitiful. I’m glad to go, but I would like to win a contest before my time comes. My daughters used to laugh at me. I don’t blame them—I suppose it was funny—but I would like to surprise them.” Her mouth was grim. Something hard and painful came into Jean’s throat. This old woman— entering all those contests—always hoping—always disappointed— listening to her daughters’ laughter—the height of her ambition to win a prize! Suddenly, she had an inspiration. 26 THE SENIOR MAGNET I ran across a limerick contest in the Science Monthly only last night. You know—one of those contests in which three lines of the jingle are given and you supply the last. I’ll get it.” Mrs. Snow gave an excited gurgle. Jean ran down to the stuffy little parlor, seized the magazine, and flew up stairs again. After a moment’s searching, she found the limerick. She read it thoughtfully. Let’s see, Mrs. Snow. The first prize is twenty-five dollars. The last line must rhyme with bee and must advertise this Knight’s Honey.” Tree, knee, he, she,” suggested Mrs. Snow with tremulous excitement. We, city, be, glee, me,” ruminated Jean. Me!” Mrs. Snow’s voice was triumphant. The World says, Knight’s Honey suits me!” Fine!” approved Jean. Where will I find some paper and ink?” In my desk.” Mrs. Snow was fairly trembling. For three days after the limerick had been mailed, the sick woman lived in mingled hope and fear. When she felt she could no longer stand the suspense, she called Jean to her bedside to ask for reassurance. Do you think the line was good enough, Nurse?” I’m sure of it, Mrs. Snow. Such a clever line!” But in her heart of hearts, Jean was becoming anxious. Sh e did not like the feverish look of her patient. If the old woman should be disappointed —. Twenty-five dollars! Jean’s Easter dress was to have cost her exactly twenty-five dollars. Such a little dream of a dress it was to have been! Blue— the dark blue which would have accentuated the warm color of her cheeks and the purple lights in her dark hair. Twenty-five dollars! Poor little Mrs. Snow, with her quaint ways, wanting so much to win a contest before her time.” Easter—the feel of the blue dress. Twenty-five dollars! When Dr. Merrill called that afternoon, Jean followed him to the door of the sick-room. Doctor?” Yes.” Dr. Merrill’s voice was crisp. Doctor, would you have your secretary write a note for me? I could do it myself, but a typewritten note would look so much more business-like. Have the note addressed to Mrs. Snow, informing her that her entry in the Knight’s Honey limerick contest has won first prize. Here are twenty-five dollars. Please have them changed to gold and mail it with the note.” What in the world—?” Dr. Merrill looked at her curiously. Swiftly, she told him the story of Mrs. Snow and her contests. When she finished, Dr. Merrill’s eyes were suspiciously damp. I’ll do it, Miss O’Neill, if you’ll let me in on it. I’ll donate fifteen dollars to the cause.” Jean smiled. No, I want to have the satisfaction of doing it all myself. Such a dear old lady!” He nodded. I know. All right, I’ll do it.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 27 Several days later, Mrs. Snow quietly passed away, a smile on her face and Jean’s gold piece held lovingly against her cheek. And we always laughed at her,” whispered a weeping daughter. The week after Mrs. Snow’s funeral, Nurse Jean O’Neill was seated beside the bedside of her newest patient, idly turning the pages of a magazine. The picture of a dish of honey caught her eye. Below it, in bold type, was the heading, Announcement of Winners in Knight’s Honey Limerick Contest.” And then, Mrs. Ida Snow, R. D. 3, Rosetown—First Prize-Winner.” The magazine slipped slowly to the floor. Sonnet On a Shooting Star Alice Wellner ’30 Out in the star-studded heavens high, I saw a star fall from the sky. One quick glance! It dropped from my sight, And faded into the silent night. Out of the twinkling myriad dome, God singled it out to come alone To this dreary earth. I thought, how like our short life here. We live our lives ’midst friends so dear; Yet when we enter Death's abyss. No one can join us in our tryst, For we alone must cross the bar, Just as does the shooting star; Darting from heaven to earth. 28 THE SENIOR MAGNET ..... ■- - - ------------------------------------------------- A Rural Romance Catherine Marinaro THERE’S that pesky salesman talking to my Juliette again; he’d better look out, or he’ll get in trouble.” The speaker was a tall, awkward youth arrayed in a policeman’s uniform and adorned with a shining badge which bore the inscription, Riverside Chief of Police.” He stood on the street opposite Smith’s General Store. The young man in question was of the blonde variety. He wore a tiny mustache and enormous shell-rimmed glasses. He held his hat in his hand, and his hair was pasted close to his head in the latest approved fashion. Around his shining flaxen locks hovered faint odors of cheap perfume. Juliette, the heroine of our story, was a girl who perpetually chewed chewing gum. She was apparently a profound student of perpetual motion, which doctrine she carried out by her moving jaws. Riverside was a thriving little village inhabited mostly by farmers. Besides a general store and a blacksmith’s shop, Riverside boasted a moving picture house; but the thing of which Riverside was proudest was The Rural Weekly,” published by Old Man Barry.” The Rural Weekly” was a paper of papers and was not afraid to say what it wanted to say. Ezra Jones, the police force,” used to pace up and down in front of Smith’s General Store; and whenever Juliette would stop chewing long enough to bestow a smile upon him, he felt perfectly happy. But since the advent of the blonde salesman, when Ezra hove in sight, she kept on chewing complacently. In the evening, Ezra often sat on Smith’s porch and mused, Oh, that some bold burglar would break into the store; wouldn’t I show him! I’d make a name for myself, and then the blonde salesman would be defeated!” One cold winter night as Ezra was going home, he saw a Ford automobile stop at the edge of a dark wood. Gosh,” he muttered, something doing here! I better hide behind that tree and see what happens.” Two men stepped out of the automobile. From the light which the car gave, Ezra could see that both men had their coat collars turned up. One wore an ulster and a hat; the other a mackinaw and a cap. Jingo!” exclaimed the police force,” in a soft voice, those guys are dressed just like the fellers that robbed the Clarksville Bank. And now they’re taking a pick and shovel from the automobile. A package, too. I see how it is; I’ll bet they want to hide the money for a while to throw off suspicion. But I’m onto their game; they don’t know that I read the Police Gazette and that I’ve read about many cases which were like this. Here’s the chance for me to do something.” Ezra revolved the circumstances in his mind. Suddenly, a brilliant idea THE SENIOR MAGNET 29 struck him. I'll go back to the store and get the fellers to come and help me arrest these robbers. I’ll put that sweet salesman in the shade.” No sooner said than done, and Ezra ran back to Smith’s store as fast he he could. When he entered the store, he was greeted by a heavy cloud of tobacco smoke. Peering through the haze, he soon discerned about twelve men lounging around the stove. Some were smoking; and some, chewing. The latter were real experts in that line, for they could spit, with unerring aim, into the coal bucket that stood near the stove. Say, fellers,” exclaimed Ezra, I’ve caught the guys that robbed the Clarksburg Bank. They’re down at Cumming’s Woods. Let’s hurry so’s we can catch them. I couldn’t tackle them alone for they may be armed.” The farmers jumped to their feet and hastily put on their gloves and coats. Ezra stole a triumphant glance behind the counter where Juliette stood. Apparantly, the excitement had reached her jaws, for she was chewing and cracking her gum at breakneck speed. The farmers, led by Ezra, ran to the woods. Two of them watched the Ford while the rest hid behind the trees. There were the robbers in the act of covering the mysterious package with earth. They were talking in low tones as if afraid of being overheard. By a little straining, Ezra and his posse could hear everything. No one will ever find it here,” said he of the ulster and hat. No,” answered the other, as he threw the last shovelful of ground into the hole. By golly,” he continued, I could never rest with that around, but now we have a big load off our minds.” Upon hearing these words, Ezra turned triumphantly to his comrades and whispered, I guess that doesn’t sound suspicious, eh? Listen to those fellers talk. It’s all clear now; they couldn’t rest with the money around, so they came here to bury it till the robbery should be forgotten. After them, fellers!” The last words he shouted. The two robbers turned and fled to their waiting automobile but were stopped unceremoniously by the two farmers left to guard it. No use trying to get away,” said Ezra. You’re caught and we’re going to keep you.” I suppose so,” suddenly answered one of the robbers. But say! How the dickens did you find out about it? We thought that we were getting away with it pretty well.” In the meantime, some of the farmers had dug up the package. Bring that to Smith’s store,” commanded Ezra. On their way back to the store, wonderful visions began to take form in Ezra’s brain. He would get the reward ($5,000) offered for the capture of the robbers and have a detective’s office in New York. He saw a beautiful bungalow in Atlantic City. There upon the porch sat the incomparable Juliette complacently chewing gum. Best of all, the blonde salesman would be defeated. 30 THE SENIOR MAGNET The news of the capture of the robbers had spread rapidly, and when Ezra arrived at the store, it was full of curious people. As the posse and their victims filed into the lighted building Ezra recognized the robbers. They were two boarders of the village hotel. This is the last thing I should have expected you to do,” said Ezra. The two prisoners hung their heads in shame; and one of them answered, You would have done the same thing if you had been in our pre- ' dicament. But surely you don’t mean to make such a great fuss over a little thing like that, do you? We will make up for the loss, you can tell.” Shut up!” roared the police force.” Don’t try to bribe me; I know my business.” The package was now carefully laid upon the counter, and Ezra proceeded to open it. All was excitement. There before them lay the proof of the robbers’ guilt. There’s the money, folks,” exclaimed Ezra. At the word money, both the prisoners started with surprise and one of them exclaimed, The money— what do you mean? There must be a mistake; there is no—” Shut up!” again roared the police force.” Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet a while ago?” Before opening the bag, Ezra glanced with an air of ownership at Juliette, who in the excitement, wonderful to relate, forgot to chew her chewing gum. Ezra thought that she seemed well pleased with him. The force’s hopes were indeed high as he lifted the bag; but suddenly, his face blanched. Surely,” he thought, this isn’t money. It’s too light!” He quickly recovered himself, for he remembered that the stolen money was all in bank notes. He thrust his hand into the bag and pulled out-a dead poodle. Since that eventful night, Riverside has a new police force. Juliette ran away with the blonde salesman. The story is now history in Riverside. The two men suspected as robbers were two youths spending their vacation in the little town. They were nervous wrecks and had come to Riverside to recuperate. Their landlady owned a poodle which got on their nerves by being continually in the way. It became so unbearable that they held a council of war. It was decided that the poodle must die; and so, it came about that Ezra caught them burying it. Ezra naturally mistook them for robbers; but, alas, it proved his undoing! THE SENIOR MAGNET 31 On Cramming For Examinations Margaret Hildebrand Once to every high school student Comes the moment of each year, In the strife ’twixt Passed” and Failure,” When we re crammed with doiibt and fear. When our evening meal is over, Slowly to our hooks we tread. Gaze we at them with affection? Nay, not so, we’re seeing red. For our teachers all have told us We shall have to study hard, That we should have started sooner To prepare our last trump card. First comes English — Was it Shakes peare Who wrote Canterbury Tales?” Was George Eliot an inventor? Who cares? History entails Still worse tortures, so our teacher Warns us ere he boldly asks, The price of eggs in Abyssinia. Why should we know? What hard tasks! Chemistry is quite o’ erwhelming When our wheels start going around; What’s the valence of insomnia? Why does peroxide make one blonde? French and Latin aren’t so easy When yon don’t know where to start; Might as well begin all over. Why don’t teachers have a heart? Trig and Solid? Nay, it’s hopeless Bothering about them now. Burning midnight oil won’t help me; Never again I’ll cram — I vow! 32 THE SENIOR MAGNET « - - --- ---------------—------------------------------- .ii � tfv The Wrong Package Edward Brown THE Millers, Jack and Esther, were a very happy and prosperous young married couple. They were by no means millionaires, but Jack was treasurer of the largest bank in Frankfort, a city with a population of about fifty thousand. Besides Jack’s income, they had a small fortune which Esther had recently inherited after the death of a relative. Mr. and Mrs. Weaver, another young couple, not so prosperous, were very jealous of the Millers and their position. Mr. Weaver was a teller in the same bank in which Jack was treasurer. Mrs. Weaver had grown more and more jealous, day by day. She was doing everything possible to ruin Esther and her reputation. One morning, Mrs. Weaver had given her husband a list of articles to purchase for her while he was down town. He put the scrap of paper in his pocket and, not unlike a man, forgot it until closing time when he hurriedly snatched the small piece of paper out of his pocket. He noticed the queer color of it, examined it very carefully, and went on about his business. One day, about three weeks later, Jack very hurridly summoned Esther to the bank, not giving, as he usually did, any reason for calling her. She popped into the director’s room as bright, sunny, and beautiful as the June day outside, expecting to see only Jack. Instead, she met the stern and gloomy countenances of all the directors, officers of the bank, and a very much worried looking Jack. She started to speak pleasantly, but the stern gaze of the men was so foreboding that she first became hot, then cold, and finally managed a half audible Good-afternoon.” She stood as if frozen to the spot; and no one, not even Jack, returned her greeting. What was the matter? What had she done? What could she do? Finally Jack’s father, president of the bank, showed her the scrap of paper on which Mrs. Weaver had written her list, and in a very stern voice, said, What do you know about this?” Esther looked at it closely and promptly answered, Nothing at all.” At this, Mr. Weaver jumped from his chair and hurled this statement at her, Now, don’t deny it; we know you know something about it.” I beg your pardon, Mr. Weaver, but I know nothing whatever about it. It is not my piece of paper; furthermore, I never saw it before. Moreover, why do you question and suspect me? I’ll answer no more questions until I know what you are driving at!” replied Esther. I’m sorry,” said Mr. Weaver, but we have reason to believe that you know to what we are referring. For instance, where did the money come from with which you bought that last roadster?” This was the last straw. Jack dearly loved Esther, and seeing that Mr. Weaver was becoming too personal, rose to her rescue and demanded that the president make an explanation. Mr. Miller very gravely explained that five ten thousand dollar bonds were missing and that Mrs. Weaver had found THE SENIOR MAGNET 33 a package which Esther had left by mistake when calling, wrapped in the same paper which the bank used exclusively. At this, Esther, who had been standing all the time, dropped limply into a chair. She, Esther Miller, accused of theft, a thing which she hated with all her heart! Then the solution dawned on her clearly. About a month before all this commotion, she had motored down town, bringing back with her a large salad fork which she had received for a wedding present and on which she wished her initials engraved. Then she had decided to go to a matinee and had left the fork with one of the clerks. Upon her return the clerk had wrapped it up and handed her a package. On her way home, she had stopped at the Weaver’s and had forgotten her fork. Mrs. Weaver, wanting to make the package look as attractive as possible, had taken off the outside wrapping and had rewrapped the package in tissue paper, throwing the old paper in the wastebasket. When she was in a hurry to give Mr. Weaver the list, she had just torn a piece of paper off of some she found in the wastebasket. Mr. Weaver then started investigating and saw he could accuse Esther of the theft. Esther then asked for Miss Faye, the clerk with whom she had left the fork, and asked her to go to the safe and bring the package next to the place where she had put the fork. When she came back with the package, Mr. Miller unwrapped it. There was the salad fork. Then Esther explained how the mistake had been made and sped home to bring back the tissue paper package which she had laid away. When she opened it, in the midst of the crowd, there lay their beloved bonds. Of course everyone, especially Mr. Weaver, apologized for his actions. That evening, Jack and Esther celebrated by having dinner in the most expensive cafe in town and afterwards attended the theatre and— lived happily ever afterwards.” Ideal Grace Rhodaberger 1 hope to thrill with joyous life Till life itself has fled. I hope to love all lovely things Though youth long since be dead. I hope to keep my highest dreams Till dreaming is no more. I !x pc to feel the staunchest faith Until that ot jer shore Shall o’er my vision sometime dawn; I hope my jopes shall live. Until the God, W jo giveth peace, His peace shall to me give. 34 THE SENIOR MAGNET Chinese Faith Joan Groutt IN the garden, the moon’s faint light glimmered on the broad leaves of the magnolia trees and on the cherry blossoms. At its farther side, amid flowering bushes which cast long, indigo shadows, stood a small pagoda; and toward this, Li Lah Lee strolled slowly along the winding pebbled path. The structure had a small platform; and here on a bench, she sat down to wait, the garden in all its fragrance spread out before her. She had not been there for more than a few minutes, at most, when a figure appeared and was soon at her side. A close view revealed a slender lad whose eyes flamed with longing; and an instant later, Li Lah was swept into his arms. A cloud for a few minutes obscured the faint light shed by the moon; but when it had passed, Li Lah Lee was seated upon the bench, and Wong Lo was bowing before her. So, Little Lily,” he murmured, what sayest thy honorable father?” The same, Wong Lo-San,” she replied; tomorrow, I go to the august presence of Louie Sing and thus save my reverend sir and honorable ancestors from disgrace. My father’s debt shall be paid.” And, Little Flower, your pleading availeth not?” Ah, Wong Lo-San, much as I love you, I plead but little against what will be my august father’s fortune, even though I shut the sunlight from my unworthy self and hear no more the joyous singing of the lovebirds. The gods smile upon me for my sacrifice. Is it not good?” Slowly the words fell from the mouth of the stricken youth, It is good!” For a moment longer, they stared at each other, their faces expressionless, like white waxen masks in which lived sad, yet glowing black eyes, for they both knew that it was farewell. Did I say sad eyes? Yes, sad they were, but their burning glances seemed to pierce the dark night of their sorrow through and through. At length, he broke the silence, I go now to burn prayers to Ai Lo Lun, and hope that she may yet incline her ear to my humble self and bless our fortune.” He rose; and though a cold, icy hand seemed to clutch his heart, he bowed ceremoniously, turned, and without a glance backward, silently disappeared in the direction from which he had come. Dry-eyed, the girl still sat and gazed into emptiness. Something within her seemed to snap, to fail, to die. She wondered vaguely if it might be that her heart had stopped beating. She heard the rasp of the pine branches around her, heard a bird flapping its sleepy way above her, uttering its hoarse cry, and still she did not stir. When she did at length arise and slowly make her way to the house, in her tearless eyes was a look of resignation, grief, and such utter despair as few ever see in the eyes of a mortal. THE SENIOR MAGNET 35 The sun rose next morning upon a windless, golden spring day. The falling cherry petals massed into cloud-like piles of fleecy wool, bordered by bamboo leaves turning from a lustrous yellow to a tawny green. It was a day fit for the Gods; but on Li Lah Lee, its beauty was wasted. Scarcely conscious of anything happening around her, far off in her cold isolation, she moved; not even the epistle that had been given her upon her rising had any power to move her. She had read it listlessly, and then it had dropped from her unresisting fingers to the floor where it still lay unheeded. It was from her bethrothed: Beauteous One— This day wherein thou willst favor my poor home with thy presence shall be set apart forever in memory. Since thou hast granted my humble proposal, all thy honorable father’s debts shall be forgiven him. Thrice happy will I be to welcome thee at my threshold. May the Goddess of Fortune accept my profound obeisance for this token of her favor in my unworthy behalf. Thou shalt have many things, all within reason thy heart can ask, Little Blossom, and besides, the love of Thy humble servant, Louie Sing.” The sun moved higher in the heavens; the freshness of the morning faded into the sultry heat of noon; and in turn came the setting of that gorgeous ball of fire which, during the whole day, had burnt the earth to a dry, dusty brown; and now came the hour for the departure of the little bride. Li Lah Lee had bidden a silent farewell to her home and all her treasures before she entered the bridal chair which had been sent by Louie Sing. Her father’s note had been returned to him the moment she entered the carriage. She had robed herself in a kimono of dim green, and an obi of cloth-of-gold, with chrysanthemums peeping from the weave, was wound around her waist. Her ebony hair had been coiled in imitation butterfly style, and a yellow flower had been set in it. She had touched her lily skin with the soft rice-powder and added a tint of carmen to the set paleness of her cheeks. Even now as the procession wove in and out of the narrow streets, it seemed to Li Lah that it was all a dream; and presently, she would awake and find herself in her own dear room once more. Suddenly, a boquet of camelias was thrown into the carriage. As she picked them up, a strange odor seemed to pervade the air; it became intense, it seemed to stifle her, she could barely breath, and then she knew no more. Slowly consciousness returned to her; she could hear the ceaseless beating of near-by drums. She moved slightly; and immediately, she heard a voice say something to her, but she could not distinguish what was said. Making an effort, she opened her eyes. In an instant, a hand was laid over her mouth, just in time to suppress the exclamation that rose to her lips, for she waf gazing into the eyes of her lover. Quickly, he explained to her that the bridal procession still awaited without; that he, himself, had advised the coolie in charge to bring her to his 36 THE SENIOR MAGNET uncle, who was a medicine man, when she had succumbed to the drug with which the flowers had been saturated. Then Li Lah became aware that it was not drums she heard beating but a terrible throbbing in her head. Wong Lo,” she said, I know not what thou wouldst have me do, but I promise thee to do whatever thou biddest.” He gave her a cup filled with a liquid which she drank; and immediately, she felt her strength returning to her. Then they passed through a small door in the side of the wall and from there descended a flight of steps. Another corridor was traversed in silence, and then they ascended another flight of steps and stepped out into a small hut which seemed to be deserted. Stopping for not even a glance around, they made their way to the street and down a little alley, at the end of which was a wharf. There a small sail-boat awaited them, and they were soon on a large steamer which had been anchored a short distance from the shore. There Li Lah Lee, honored daughter of an honored father, was presented to two American ladies and one gentleman, just as the ship began to move slowly but steadily out of the bay. That night as they sat, side by side, on the deck of the steamer which was by this time far out at sea, Wong Lo explained his plans to his sweetheart. This was the story which he told to Li Lah Lee: Wong Lo had prayed to the Goddess of Fortune (Al Lo Lun) in vain and at last in desperation had sought the American at the Mission House. He had told the missionary his story, and his friend had arranged for their passage to America under the protection and care of some American friends to whom Li Lah was to be presented upon her arrival. Wong Lo had then, with the help of his uncle, devised a scheme to bring Li Lah to the ship and yet have her father’s debt paid and also her father absolved from all blame for her disappearance. If the plan were successful, Wong Lo had vowed to forsake his old Goddess of Fortune and to worship henceforth the One of whom his friend, the missionary, had so often told him. The plan had been successful, but Wong Lo was worried as to what Li Lah would say of his forsaking the Gods of his .fathers. Our happiness, Little One, we owe to the American’s Christ. He died for us. Wilt thou not accept him?” Very low, but full of thrilling sweetness came the reply, Dearest Wong Lo, whither thou goest, I will go; whither thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people; and thy God shall be my God!” A look of glory seemed to light up and transform his face as he murmured, Thou, too, hast secretly known of the American’s Christ? Then for America—THE LAND OF THE FREE!” THE SENIOR MAGNET 37 Grandad and the Good Old Days Harold D. Leavitt u HE calendar,” says Grandad, has slipped somehow. May is just like I March used to be, and March and April are practically winter months nowadays. Yes, sir, the calendar’s slipped! And it’s not merely the climate; almost everything has changed and for the worse: Horses, tobacco, apples, houses, people, and politics, especially people and politics and politicians. There aren’t any politicians nowadays who amount to a tinker’s dam, let alone statesmen.” Why, Grandad remembers Abraham Lincoln himself! He heard him speak one time on the courthouse steps. I remember every word he said, too,” says Grandad. When was it, Grandad?” you ask him. It was in the late fifties of the last century.” How old were you, Grandad?” Grandad is a little past seventy; but sometimes, he likes to talk as if he were at least seven hundred. I was just a lad,” says Grandfather, and I remember every word he said.” Was it 1859?” you ask him, persisting. It was,” says Grandfather. You can’t talk politics or anything of that sort with Grandad without his going right back to Abraham Lincoln and the speech he heard him make that day on the court house steps. I sometimes think his recollections of the court house and the court house square in our town may have been a little bit confused, at that. For a couple of years ago at an Old Settlers' Meeting, Grandad got up and made a speech and told about the wonderful progress that our country has made within the lifetime of a man still living. Why,” remarks Grandad, I shot a deer right over there in the Square where the courthouse now stands!” I asked him about it later. I said, Grandad, how old were you when you shot that deer where the courthouse now stands?” Quite a lad, quite a lad;” and then he must have seen something in my eyes, for he retreated a little. Quite a lad for my age,” he said. I had the gun. It wasn’t like these new fangled rifles that use cartridges with just so much powder in ’em. One of those old-fashioned guns you could load yourself with as much powder as you wanted to put in. You could load for turkey or for bear. You could load her to shoot through a pasteboard box or through a brick wall. But these new guns can only be loaded as heavy as the manufacturer wants to put powder into the cartridge. But as I was saying, I was a mighty big boy for my age, and I was pretty young to be toting that gun. The same gun my dad carried in the Mexican War, and he didn’t know I had it. Well, this deer came out of the wood—” 38 THE SENIOR MAGNET Grandfather,” I said, interrupting him, I think it would be impolite for a grandson to apply the acid to too many of his ancestor’s stories; but I remember your saying you shook the hand of Abraham Lincoln on the courthouse steps when you were only five years old. Now, let us suppose the courthouse had been finished only a month before Lincoln made his speech. I think it is reasonable to give it a month. That makes it necessary for you to have been somewhere between four and five years old when you shot that deer where the courthouse was built. It seqms to me, Grandfather, that you may have got a little mixed in your dates and may have shot the deer after the courthouse was erected.” Grandfather looked thoughtful for a while and hummed an old fashioned tune. Then he frowned and appeared to consider; then he laughed. Say,” he said, you know I think I may have been a little mixed! It was either my dad or my oldest brother Tom who shot the last deer seen in these parts, and I heard ’em tell about it so much when I was a boy that ilt sort of got grafted onto me. Anyhow, whether it happened to dad or Tom, it is a true story! And what I said about these new fangled guns as compared to the old-fashioned muzzle-loaders is as true as gospel.” You expostulate mildly. You remind him that the trend of modern thought unanimously hands the palm of efficiency to the breech-loading firearms as compared with the old-fashioned muzzle loaders. I am not talking,” says Grandad, about how many times you can shoot with one of these repeating rifles or machine guns. What I am talking about is this, that in the old days every feller that shot a gun had a chance to decide for himself just how hard he wanted to shoot. No, sir, you can’t go back on the good old-fashioned weapons that cleared the Indians out of the country. In those days, a man had a chance to decide for himself just what kind of shootin’ he wanted to do. People in general aren’t what they used to be in the good old days, and especially young people. All these confounded modern inventions and contraptions are partly responsible for the changes; and the next thing you know, every fourteen year old kid will have an airplane. As for houses, there are too many steam radiators that hiss at you like a lot of insects. Everything in the house nowadays is in pipes, pipes, pipes. The best fire is the old-fashioned fire, the real fire that people used to warm themselves by, when people were people and not slaves of devices.” Grandad thinks the old-fashioned water, not the kind you get out of pipes nowadays, was the best. He said that he never had a twinge of rheumatics and his digestion was so good that he could digest stones, horseshoe nails, or jack-knives, although he never had to. One trouble with arguing with Grandfather as to the relative value of the good old-fashioned days with the present is this, Grandad insists on taking all of the past for himself, not merely the past sixty or eighty years, but all the past from the creation of the world down belongs to him. THE SENIOR MAGNET 39 When he is talking of people back a couple of thousand years and you interrupt him by saying, Grandfather, you did not live in the time of that man, did you?” he will not notice you but will go rushing on with his story. I did score off Grandfather just once in my life and that was last winter. He likes to take a hot brick or the hot water bottle to bed with him. I told him I would get him an electric heater, but he said that was not as good as the old-fashioned warming-pan. I scouted around and got a warming-pan. Then one evening when he was in bed, I filled it with hot coals and took it up and put it under the covers and told him that I had one of the new-fangled contraptions, m electric heater, for him; but he declared, It isn’t the same heat.” Then I showed him what.it was, and he sat up in bed and laughed at himself. He can always do that. Funny about some of us old folks,” he chuckled, the way we carry on.” Then he hummed his little song which goes like this: Come all ye Merry Sportsmen Who love to hunt the fox, Who love to hunt Bold Reynard Among the hills and rocks!” Adieu to Butler High Gertrude Davis Our sorrow is great as the time draws nigh To bid adieu to Butler High. During the years that we’ve been here, We’ve learned to love this school so dear. Four years ago in the halls, we were seen Just a bunch of frcskries green; Somehow or other, we struggled through, With sorrows, cares, and pleasures, too. We realize now that our teachers were kind, For friends such as they are hard to find; And we’re glad to know that we may return When for our High School our hearts do yearn. So in conclusion, we’ll bid adieu. Dear BUTLER HIGH, to you. 40 THE SENIOR MAGNET XM-------------------------------------------------------------------- - Mx Lucky Poison Anonymous CRACK! There was a sharp bullet-iike report followed by the frenzied cheering of a mad mob. Pete” Sloan had tripled with the bases full, giving the Panthers three out of a series of four games with the Wolves, their nearest rivals for the pennant. After the team had fought their way to the clubhouse, Pete” dressed hurriedly and left. Biff” Hoffman, the catcher, remarked about Pete’s” tightness, which subject had rather irritated most of his team mates for the past few weeks. That was cleared last week, and you know it, ’Biff.’ It wouldn’t hurt you to be more like him,” said Pepper” Burke, the diminutive shortstop. Pete” had come to them in the Spring and had displayed such speed and batting ability that he was assured a permanent position on the team. He had held on to his money in an apparently greedy manner; but a week or so before, when he thought he was alone with the trainer, he had been overheard by two of the other players. The trainer had been telling Pete” how hard up he was on account of a sick wife and children. Much to the listeners’ surprise, Pete” had given the trainer fifty dollars and had said nothing to the other players about it. But the two players, astonished by the fact, had spread the news enthusiastically. This act had disproven Pete’s” greediness, and the players had next decided that he was sending his money home to a needy family; but when one of them found his bank book with almost nine thousand dollars in it, they began to wonder again. A few days later Pete” went to the manager’s office and was conversing with the manager. I noticed you looked toward the stands after the game, 'Pete,’ and I think you turned about six different colors,” said the manager. Did you see something unpleasant?” I don’t know,” said 'Pete.’ I hope not.” And you want a hundred dollars of this month’s pay in advance? I don’t suppose there’s any use asking you what for; but after that game today, you sure may have it,” he said and handed the money to Pete.” After thanking the manager, Pete” left the office and made his way eagerly to a pretentious mansion a few blocks down the street. He was admitted to the house by a servant, and his presence announced to Miss Richardson, whom he had come to see. Jane!” exclaimed Pete” when he saw her. His voice betrayed how much he had missed her for the last three years. But Pete” was in for the hardest blow of his career. How do you do,” she said icily. Who are you?” Jane! Don’t you know me? Do you not remember that we are engaged, that you were to be waiting for me? Your father said I was a good-for-nothing bum and that I would have to earn three thousand dollars a year THE SENIOR MAGNET 41 for three years to marry you. He can’t say that any more. I have done it! Don’t you even remember me, Jane?” Oh, now I remember you, but you surely don’t mean to hold me to any such silly agreement as that, do you?” No,” said Pete” slowly. Her cold tone and manner had almost stunned him. Could anyone be so utterly heartless? But her icy stare soon convinced him that she no longer cared for him and had quite forgotten. Without another word, he turned and left the house, and it was only by chance that he turned his steps toward his hotel. For Pete,” the whole world had stopped. Then he heard the excited Look!” of a man a few rods behind him. Pete” looked up quickly and saw the cause of the man’s excitement. An elderly gentleman and a young woman were crossing the street, and a heavy truck was bearing down on the unsuspecting pair. The driver of the truck, apparently forgetful of his horn, was working frantically to stop the heavy machinery. Pete” saw that the truck would surely hit the pair in its path unless something happened. True to his athletic training, Pete” leaped forward impulsively and was running toward them almost before he had time to think. He shouted a warning as he ran, but they did not seem to hear. He heard the truck drawing nearer and nearer. Pete” lunged at the pair as the truck came up. He tackled them much like a football player would tackle an opponent. He crashed into them at top speed and knocked them out of danger, but they stopped his impetus enough that he himself did not escape injury; the truck passed over the toes of his foot. He got to his feet and walked as straight as he could to the sidewalk where the rescued couple were brushing the dust and dirt from their clothes. Pete” reached them and after assuring himself that they were not hurt, started to walk away. The man called him back and offered him a piece of paper which he held in his hand. Pete” took the paper and saw that it was a check for two hundred dollars. I can’t take this,” said Pete,” handing the check back. And I’m sure you can’t give it back to me. You certainly deserve it. If it hadn’t been for you, Virginia and I would have been severely injured if not killed. Oh! by the way, I don’t even know your name. I think I have seen you somewhere before. My name is 'Pete’ Sloan. This check is bothering me; and if you won’t take it back, this is the only thing to do with it,” said Pete”, tearing it to pieces. I can easily see that you are the kind of man who wouldn’t accept anything, so I guess it’s useless to offer you anything. Say! I know where I saw you before. You play for the Panthers, and you’re the man who beat us today. Am I right?” Yes, I play for the Panthers. Are you interested in baseball?” asked Pete,” noticing the interest on Virginia’s face. Yes,” said the man, I own the Wolves. I guess we’re rivals. Your team leaves at midnight, but you’ll have dinner with us, won’t you?” Well, I suppose I can,” hesitated Pete.” Yes, I’m sure I can.” 42 THE SENIOR MAGNET Here is my card and address. The house is very easily found. Taxi!” shouted the man. Sorry to leave you so suddenly, but I’m overdue at the office now. We eat at seven o’clock. Good day!” As their taxi pulled out of sight, Pete” hailed another one and went to the hotel. Ignoring his injured foot, he went to his room and dressed. At six thirty he started from the hotel. Strangely enough, in spite of his injured foot, he was feeling much better than when he had left the Richardson home. Outside the hotel, he looked at the card. Mr. Albert Lombard,” he read and hired a taxi which was parked nearby. He gave the driver the address and in a few minutes was in front of the Lombart’s home. Pete” paid the driver and climbed the steps and walk leading to the house. Virginia was standing on the porch, apparently waiting for him. Good evening, Miss Lombart,” said Pete.” Good evening,” returned Virginia. You’re limping. What’s the matter? Did you get hurt this afternoon?” No,” lied Pete.” I was spiked the other day, and my foot hasn’t healed.” That’s too bad,” said Virginia sympathetically. Won’t you sit down? Dinner won’t be ready for awhile. Spike cuts are usually pretty bad. I’m a nurse at St. George’s Hospital; and when any of our players are spiked badly enough to be taken to the hospital, I usually am assigned to nurse them.” Pete” and Virginia talked until dinner was ready; after dinner, Mr. Lombart suddenly had business to do at the office. Pete” had not paid much attention to Virginia at first, but he began to notice that she was not only congenial but also very beautiful. The more Pete” looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed. The evening quickly passed; and when Pete” accidently looked at his watch, he found that it was eleven thirty. I’m sorry, but I’m pretty late; and I’ll have to go now. I’ve enjoyed the evening very much.” The car’s outside. I’ll take you to the hotel. I didn’t know it was so late.” A few minutes later, they were at the hotel; and after bidding Virginia a hasty good bye, Pete” ran up the steps, unmindful of his sore foot. He hurriedly packed his belongings and went down to the lobby where the rest of the team were waiting for the manager. Pete” played the home games on his sore foot; but when the team went on the road again, the foot was worse than ever. Pete” was fielding and hitting like a madman. His name was in headlines on the sporting page of almost every newspaper in the county. Pete” was a hero. The young women fairly worshipped him, but he paid no attention to them. His only interest outside of baseball seemed to be in certain letters which came for him regularly. He continued to play in spite of his sore foot; but one day, he was in such pain that it was necessary to call a doctor. The doctor told the manager that Pete” had an infected foot and would have to go to a hospital. No amount of coaxing could change the manager’s decision to send Pete” to a hospital; THE SENIOR MAGNET 43 he could not risk so valuable a man. So Pete” requested that he be sent to St. George’s when they played the Wolves the next day. The manager, having heard some rumor about a nurse at St. George’s, consented to that arrangement. And so, while the team was playing the Wolves, Pete” was in the hospital and was really having a good time. He had a good nurse; he had seen to that. Her name was Virginia Lombart. Pete” didn’t mind the hospital, and he told Virginia so. Virginia was on duty during her time and half of the other nurse’s time also. Pete” was in the hospital three days and progressed rapidly, more so with his nurse than with his poisoned foot. Indeed, they were very far along; they had even spoken of marriage and a little cottage. After the series with the Wolves, the manager came to see Pete.” Pete” introduced him to Virginia, who was almost always with him. The manager was speaking about the series which they had barely won from the Wolves when a handsome young woman and a rather dignified looking man burst into the room. I’ve decided to marry you, 'Pete.’ See! I’ve brought a minister with me.” It was Jane Richardson. Her manner was no longer icy. Her attitude had been changed by the publicity given to Pete.” For the first time in his life, Pete” looked sarcastic. I’m glad you brought the minister with you,” he said, because I’ve decided to get married too. Jim,” he turned to the manager, get the ring out of my coat over there.” The manager gave the ring to Pete.” Now, Jim, flip the coin to see who is going to be the bride. Heads, it is Virginia. Tails, it is Jane.” The coin?” asked the manager. Yes, the coin,” answered Pete.” The coin was flipped into the air and fell to the floor with an embossed head showing on the top. Well, you can be the bridesmaid, anyhow,” said Pete” to Jane. The wedding was performed. The bridesmaid was in a half daze throughout the ceremony; and after it was over, she walked away still in a daze. Let me see the coin a minute, Jim,” said Pete.” I want to show my wife something. It’s always been my lucky piece.” Pete” took the coin. It fell. The head was up. Pete” turned the coin over. The other side was a head too! 44 THK SENIOR MAGNET The Water Boy Esther Von Krogh 4 4 T T O! MARY! May we have a drink of water?” ' | Mary glanced up from the kitchen table where she was busily slicing apples and saw four dirty, panting little boys standing on the back porch. Little Chubby Martis, who had called her, was leaning on the door, his nose pressed flat against the screen. The others, being of a more timid nature, stood hesitantly behind Chubby. Mary laughed; they looked so shy and hot, and happy, and breathless. Their faces were dirty; their clothes hung listless; their eyes were wide open. Sure, Tigers. Here, how many are there of you? Four? Will one glass be enough?” Just give us that milk-bottle full, Mary; we can drink right out of that,” and after the bottle had gone around, thanks!” Mary went back to the kitchen but not to continue immediately slicing her apples. Through the window, she watched the boys in the empty yard beside the house. They were playing football; or, at least, what they thought was football. Chubby and his three followers had returned to the field and were playing in the thick of the battle. She watched until it grew too dark to play, and the little warriors had scattered to their homes for supper. Mary often watched. Sometimes, when she was coming home from work, she stopped to call to them and to encourage them to fight harder. She had named them the Tigers.” There were about twenty Tigers, and all of them lived on the hill. Every evening as soon as school was out, they raced home, changed into old clothes, and raced to the big yard beside Mary’s house. There they played till hunger and dusk called them home. Mary was their coach, their cheer-leader, their audience, their alma-mater, their water-boy. When she was not busy otherwise, she told them of plays that she had seen used; she kept them informed of the time; she repeatedly saved their lives by not letting them die of thirst. If the milkman could not find his bottles on the porch, he could find them in the yard beside the house. The Tigers grew to love Mary. They waited for her to pass after work. They asked her advice; they clamored for suggestions. She never failed them or hurt their feelings by neglecting to call, Hello, Tigers!” In these serious battles after school, the Tigers were merely practicing. Saturdays were the big days. On this day, the Tigers played teams from the other parts of town. During the week before the games, Mary heard all the reports and the hopes and fears of the Tigers. When they played in the big yard, she watched them; when they played on fields elsewhere, she learned the outcome at supper time. Mary enjoyed her companionship with the Tigers. For six weeks, she catered to them, giving up all her spare time in the evenings. Then one evening after she had carried water out to all of them and they had resumed their THE SENIOR MAGNET 45 play, she began to wonder. So often boys appreciate only for a moment little sacrifices you have made for them. Mary wondered. Perhaps, the Tigers would forget her, just as easily, when the football was cast aside for sleds. She felt lonely for a minute, thinking of winter and with it—no more football games. She shook off the feeling and went back to the kitchen for more water. Halloween drew near, and the days grew colder. Mary’s fears grew sharper, and she began to feel a trifle lonely. The Tigers began to think less of football and to plan, as all the little boys in town were planning, for Halloween. Mary laughed at some of the pranks they intended to carry out. She laughed, too, when she thought of the folks on the Hill who were to be the victims of the pranks. Some of the more sympathetic would jokingly repair the damage; the others would grouch and declare they wished they had caught the rascals red-handed. All of the people on the Hill would realize that Halloween had been there. As Mary listened to the little boys planning, regretting as she listened that they were neglecting football, she tried to catch any clue that might inform her of their intentions toward herself. Perhaps, they would not pull anything on her; perhaps, they would pull something dire merely because she had been so good natured. She hated to think of some of the stunts they might carry out; she would hate it worse to be completely forgotten. For some reason or other, she placed the climax of the whole football season with the Tigers on Halloween night. They would show then whether or not they appreciated her friendship and whether or not they actually loved her. Mary spent the early part of Halloween evening at the theater. She walked home alone, wishing to concentrate all her thoughts on Halloween and Halloween alone. She tingled with the mysterious atmosphere that seemed to be creeping about in all the corners. She thought of the Tigers. By this time, they would have had their fun. She turned the corner and walked past the big empty yard. So far, she could see no trace of Halloweening at her home. Her heart missed a beat; she forced a weak smile. The smile grew bigger as she saw there before her, on the kitchen window, a big O. K.” in soap. Down in the corner was a small drawing of a Tiger, evidently made by a very young artist. Chubby flashed through Mary’s mind; Chubby with a thoughtful look on his face that day as Mary explained how, when she was a little girl, the Halloweeners soaped O. K.” on the windows of those who weren’t to be harmed. She thought of how reverently they had marked O. K.” on the front windows of a chosen few. The smile grew wistful as Mary gazed at the window. Dear Tigers!” 48 THE SENIOR MAGNET Genevieve Aaron Rather tall and rather slim With a heart as pure as gold within.” William Aaron The heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, and the hand to educate.” Eleanor L. Allman Nothing endures but personal qualities. Jane Anderson As the bright sun glorifies the sky. So is her face illumined with her eye. Ralph Anderson Is he quiet? Well, rather yes; But underneath that quietness you’d never guess. Samuel A. Arnovitz Avaunt, tonight my heart is light!” Jessie Joyce Bain A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry.” Bertha Alene Baird A nut brown fiddle beneath her chin Music without, and music within. Leonard Howard Baird Ike and Mike, they look alike. I’m Ike. Roland C. Baird Ike and Mike still look alike. I’m Mike. THE SENIOR MAGNET 49 Rachel Duira Baldingf.r From a dark spark may burst a mighty flame.” Velma Ruth Barber Short of stature but big of heart.” Dean Wm. Barickman I think your big cities very charming, But I want to go back to farming.” Merle R. Barnhart A man’s a man for a’ that.” John Richard Barry He speaks an infinite deal of nothing —his reasons are like two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff.” Lucille Bash That smile that lights her countenance Means fun and joy where e’er she’s found.” Harlan L. Baumbach 'Tis looking down that makes one dizzy.' Ruth Baumgarten Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky.” Ralph R. Beck The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.” Sara Janet Bennett 'What’s done by her is done well.” 50 THE SENIOR MAGNET Jane Elizabeth Benton Eat, drink, and be merry. For tomorrow we diet.” Ross S. Bicker Good natured and jolly, As quite befits his figure. Helen L. Birchbickler What a happy mortal am I, being unconcerned by the present nor afraid of what is to come.” Jane Ann Black She’s always ready to do a good turn; Maybe from her, we could a lesson learn. Hilda Cathern Brandt Never a minute She isn’t in it.” Paul William Brandt Fast motion is the life of all things. Edward L. Brown There are three things for which I live—black eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes.” Giles P. Burtner A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows.” Frances Kathryn Calhoun To be gentle; to forgive; True to life and glad to live.” Frances M. Campbell Study is my recreation.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 51 Jeanette Lynn Campbell Heard melodies are sweet, But those unheard are sweeter.” Christine A. Chiprean Be calm, keep sweet, do good, and trust in God.” Roy A. Cleeland, Jr. The rest to some faint meaning make pretense. But Cleeland never deviates in sense.” John Graham Clicquennoi “ ’Tis impious in a good man to be sad.” Helen Roberta Cline Give me health and a day, and I will make ridiculous the pomp of emperors.” Prfmio Dominick Conterno Great works are performed not by strength but by perseverance.” Nora Roberta Corbin I have a creed: I believe that kindness is the greatest thing in the world.” Harold W. Craig Music, where soft voices die; Violets in the memory.” Gayle Lewis Crawford Not for himself, but for the world, he lives.” Samuel B. Cross Good-humor is the health of the soul; Sadness, its poison.” 52 THE SENIOR MAGNET William Guy Curry An eagle does not catch flies.” Elizabeth Rosemary Cypher Her kind is seldom seen or met; She’s as welcome as the sun.” Iona Evelyn Cunningham A town that boasts of girls like me, Can have no lack of good society. Eleanor Lucille Cupps ’Tis only the great hearted who can be true friends.” Mary Theresa Curry The queen of night Shines fair with all her virgin stars about her.” Gertrude Davis Where there are women and geese, there wants no noise.” Edward Albert Dean A quiet man of consequence.” James Valentine Dixon Friendship has a power To soothe affliction in her darkest hour.” Gather the crumbs of happiness, and they will make you a loaf of contentment.” Dorothy Ada Donaldson Kathryn Bailey Cubbison Ambition is like love, impatient Both of delays and rivals.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 53 s«v Gertrude E. Dugan OH, let her honest laughter teach your weary soul the sweeter speech of merriment.” Robert Leroy Dunkle Shiny hair, classy clothes. Bob makes friends wherever he goes. Mary Esther Dyke Oh, how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.” James L. Eisler Earth sounds my wisdom and high Heaven my fame.” Alonzo Y. Elliott Whose nature is so far from doing harm. That he suspects none.” Helen G. Elliott I’ll not be tempted, no not I; Boys don’t bother me in passing by. Esther Charlene Emrick She is so skinny, lank, and lean, She has to holler to be seen. Paul E. Faulk Much study is a weariness of the flesh.” Mary Fediaczko Her soul is made of music.” William Negley Felton He lives indeed who lives not to himself.” 54 THE SENIOR MAGNET William E. Fleming Never let your studies interfere With your high school education. Edward A. Fleeger Quiet of speech, beneficent of heart.” Mary Florence Galbreath There is a majesty in simplicity which is far above the quantities of wit.” Pauline G. Gallagher Kind words and few are woman’s ornaments.” Robert Walter Garrard, Jr. Women are like street cars; If you miss one, catch the next one.” Lawrence L. Gillot A little sense well tilled And a little Ford well willed Are great riches. Kenneth R. Glenn There is not a moment without some duty. Cecelia Glynn Faithfulness and sincerity first of all.” Nellie M. Fennell Take life as you find it, but don’t leave it so.” Elizabeth L. Follstaedt 'Full of fun and full of glee. Yet full of study can she be.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 55 Paul Leonard A. Goettler A man after his own heart.” Irma L. Graham I will not lie, shirk, fret, envy, or hate.” Alice Greenawalt Oh, spirits gay, and kindly heart! Precious the blessings, ye impart!” Joan N. Groutt A blithe heart makes a blooming visage. Helen Louise Mae Groves God’s goodness hath been great to thee. Grace Halleran Happy-go-lucky, Careless, but plucky. Dorothy V. Hanford 'Give me content, nor anything besides.’ Mary Virginia Harkowitz 'A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.’ Elizabeth Jean Hartman In her very quietness, there is a charm. Ruth C. Hayes A smile for all, a welcome glad, A jolly, lively way she had.” 56 THE SENIOR MAGNET Clyde J. Heinzer I once admitted—to my shame— That football was a brutal game, Because She hates it.” Dorothy Ann Hempfling 'Tc live in deeds, not words.” John Russell Hf.rvey 'A verray perfigt gentil knight.” Alonzo J. Higgins Men’s thoughts arc much according to their inclination.” Florence Emma Heck In simple manners, all the secret lies: Be kind and virtuous, you’ll be blest and wise.” Luella Marion Herold 'Good humor is the health of the soul.' Margaret Jane Hildebrand Sane, sensible, well-bred girl.” Paul A. Hinchberger You find he studies late at night; To love and live is his delight.” Mona Beryle Haun Help yourself, and Heaven will help you. Janet L. Henshaw “Like a pond, still but deep. THE SENIOR MAGNET 57 Mildred J. Heineman Her wit can’t be expressed by my humble pen; Her maxim is Thank Heaven for men.” Ruth J. Hockenberry The girl who has the loveliest eyes; Her good humor she can’t disguise. Mary Jane Hoffman What thou seest, speak of with caution. Paul Blain Hooks Strong reasons make strong actions. Elizabeth Mae Horrell It is the wise head that makes the still tongue.” Merle Hughes Beware, I may do something startling yet.” B. Chandler Huselton They can, who think they can.” George Darrell Hutchison A locomotive in trunks. Ellen G. Hutzer Some love two, some love three. But I love all, don’t you see?” B. Albert Johnston Readin’, ’ritin’, ’rithmetic. Have troubled me long enough.” 58 THE SENIOR MAGNET Catherine W. Johnston Life’s all sunny, skies all blue.” Jean Louise Johnston Her flaming glory is in her hair. Eleanor Ruth Jones Smile, for when you smile, another smiles.” Margaret Genevieve Jordan What a happy mortal am I, For being unconcerned upon the occasion.” Sara E. Keck A girl to whom all books are joys. She doesn't care for any boys.” Chester Paul Kelley He that can have patience Can have what he will.” James V. Kelly He’ll cl imb the ladder of success Until he’s reached the sky.” Mary Lucille Kemper Good-humor—let’s have more of it! Kathryn Leone Kennedy She said, 'If you smile at folks. They’ll always smile at you’.” S. Jayne Keppler Her eyes are a song without words.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 59 Charles M. Kerwin The world knows nothing of its great-cst men.” • Richard T. Kidd He parts his hair To keep his balance.” Ruth A. Kiley No gray day shall darken the sunshine of my soul.” M. Alice Kingsley She does little kindnesses, Which most leave undone or despise.” David K. Klingensmith Every day in every way I argue better and better.” Helen L. Kopka The first step to wisdom is to be exempt from folly.” Milo D. Kottraba, Jr. In fights he doesn’t shirk. But he’s skeered of a skirt. Harry T. Kradel Laff it off” is my motto. I get my work because I gotta. Helen M. Krainbucker Nature was here so lavish of her store That she bestowed until she had no more. Rosini M. Laconi No real happiness is found In trailing purple o’er the ground.” Jane E. Lefevre Life to me is one game after another. Etalo P. Lenzi A light heart lives long.” Ruth C. Lambert Discretion of speech is more than eloquence.” Harold D. Leavitt Begone, dull care; Thou and I never did agree. Agnes M. Lepsch Maiden with the meek brown eyes In whose depths a shadow lies.” James J. Lichty Plough deep while the sluggards sleep.” Robert B. Little Little in name, opposite in reality. Thomas Hendren Llewellyn Our little man of mighty words. THE SENIOR MAGNET —- !SV Howard A. Lowery You big, adorable boy; we think you’re wonderful. Dorothy Jane Lucas Beauty, truth, and rarety, Grace in all simplicity.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 61 15V Mildred Pauline Lucas She’s modest, quiet, and demure.” Raymond L. Lucas Who let ME loose?” Mary Elizabeth MacDowell To see her is to admire her; To know her is to love her.” Alfred L. Macho E'en though vanquished, he could argue still.” Mary K. MacKinney Mary is dignified and reserved, and ’tis whispered that she is a marvelous cook. Mary Cecilia Mahlf.r She pleased when distant, But when near, she charmed.” Marie Mangold All tongues speak well of her.” Lawrence A. Mannas Who fixed the typewriter? Mannas with his little wrench. Catherine M. Marinaro I am so short, and I have so much to do.” Kenneth R. McBride I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.” 62 THE SENIOR MAGNET ■ ---- 1 ««v� Ruth Evelyn McCall Sweets to the sweet.” Pearl M. McCaslin A smooth and steadfast mind. Gentle thoughts and calm desires.” Robert Orr McCaslin The best looking boy in the class but shy; The girls all look at him and sigh. Mary Jane McCool She is a woman, therefore may be woo’d; She is a woman, therefore may be won.” Lillian J. McElroy Your eyes, they shine like diamonds.” Wilfred F. McGuire None can describe the sweets of country life, But those blest men that do enjoy and taste them.” Albert C. McElvain Most men have more courage than even themselves think they do.” Lillian E. Metheny One who mixes nonsense with wisdom, And mirth with reason.” W. Blake Metheny He sat night after night And bleared his eyes with books.” Dolores Irene Michel She has an eye that could speak, Though her tongue were silent.” THE SENIOR MAGNET Harold R. Miller Oh, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength!” Dorothea M. Moniot So sweet the blush of bashfulness, Even pity scarce can wish it less.” Alice Ruth Moore Her heart was as far from fraud As heaven is from earth.” Mary K. Morgan Study-hall, again!” Mary Louise Murrin Humor, warm and all embracing as the sunshine.” David O. Neubert Courage mounteth with occasion.” Marianne A. Newell If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me.” Russell L. Neyman This learning—what a terrible thing it is! Oh, for a ride in a tin liz!” Ruth Pearl Nichols 'To learning much inclined. Alberta M. Nolan She is mild and meek— When she is asleep. 64 THE SENIOR MAGNET Marian C. O’Hara Music her soft assuasive voice applies.” Fred D. Orazio The wisest man is generally he who thinks himself the least so.” John Vincent Parker What pranks he may within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! Ruth M. Parker For she’s a jolly good fellow!” Helen Louise Phillips Why take life seriously? You never come out of it alive anyway.” Gertrude I. Plaisted Character is a perfectly educated will.” W. Glenn Polum So was Napoleon a little man.” DeWitt E. Potter A marvelous dancer, somewhat of a stude,” A very likeable boy, we all like our Dude.” Paul Quigley Why must he wear that quiet air In such a maddening way? Charles A. Raabe His air, his manner, all who saw admired.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 65 Dora M. Raisley Whose armour is her honest thought And simple truth her utmost skill.” Robert L. Ramsey If I can’t be tall, I’ll be short. Joseph H. Rattigan Rare compound of frolic and fun. Who relishes a joke and rejoices in a pun. Lynda B. Rider The talent of success is nothing more than doing well whatever you do without a thought of fame.” John J. Robak Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O’er books consumed the midnight oil?” William H. Roberts Silence is golden” to Bill, even when the teacher calls on him.” William J. Rockenstein Laugh, and the world laughs with you.' Felix Michael Rosenthal What will Felix do when there aren’t any more teachers to flirt with? Ethel Ruth Rose Heavy hearts, dull lives are fraught with care; Light hearts reserved for those who dare.” Harold LeRoy Roth 'Sober, studious, and quiet.' 66 THE SENIOR MAGNET Alma L. Sarver She is fairer than earth, and the sun is not fairer, the wind is not blither than she.” Edna M. Sarver When Edna’s eyes are smiling, Sure it’s like a morn in spring.” Mary L. Sassone A softened voice, a winning smile.” George J. Schnur Steadiness is a noble quality.” Ruth M. Schultis That infantine fresh air of hers!” Bella Schwartz 'Those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.” Bonita M. Scohier Music hath power to charm.” Harriette M. Scott A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.” Virginia B. Rumbaugh An equal mixture of good humor A sensible soft melancholy.” Ruth E. Salisbury Let me live in a house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by.” Goldie Sharpe Sense is the diamond weight, solid, strong.” Anne Shedio 'A still, small voice.” Dorothy J. Sheef A daughter of the gods—divinely tall.” Mase M. Sherid Truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.” Madeline L. Simon I love to spend my time in singing.” Edna M. Smith My leisure is time for doing a square dance.” Margaret E. Smith Our future Mme. Curie.” Irene D. Smyers Silence is more eloquent than words.” THE SENIOR MAGNET Joseph Secunda I never thrust my nose into other men’s porridge; it is no bread and butter of mine.” John Meredith Shaffer Our cowboy with the iron horse. 68 THE SENIOR MAGNET Robert Bennett Snider Tall, good-looking, lots o’ poise. Catherine L. Snodgrass As merry as the day is long.” Myra E. Snyder Why study if there’s something else to do?” Carl C. Sorgen Then up the fiddler took his cunning bow with care, And from his fiddle drew such tones of music rare.” James Speer His curls are like rings of real gold on his head, His eyes full of mischief and merry.” John D. Staeger Very quiet and unassuming, You’ll never find a better friend than John. Dorothy M. Stepp From Cabot comes this quiet, serious-minded young miss.” Francis A. Stover A heart full of joy and gladness Will always banish care and sadness. Dorothy A. Taylor Bless’d with plain reason and with sober sense.” Charlotte B. Thomas She has a ’short’ outlook on life.” THE SENIOR MAGNET Walter Blain Thompson Thus let me live, unseen, unknown. And enjoy my quiet humor. Katherine M. Travis Frankness is a desirable quantity.” Ralph G. Vanderlin I despise the man to books confined.” Wayne Varnum Argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever.” Minnie C. Unverzagt May every charm which now appears Increase and brighten with her years.” Mary Louise Uram Cheerful and bright, she does her work from day to day. Esther Von Krogh A’ the lads they smile on her.” Bernice Louise Wagner Why work? Life should not be wasted thus.” Paul A. Walsh I chatter, chatter as I go.” Myrtle E. Walker Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever.” 70 THE SENIOR MAGNET Sara Jane Walker 'I’ll be merry and free; I’ll be sad for nobody.” Emma W. Warren Her friends—they are many, Her foes—are there any?” Bruce E. Watson Studious and fond of humble things.” Mary E. Weigle Of manners gentle, of affections mild. Louise Wahneida Welker None but herself can be her parallel. Alice Marie Wellner Poets are born, not made.” Margaret Welsh A merry heart goes all the day.” Hazel I. Wilson Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray Can make tomorrow cheerful as today.” Nava B. Zaccari A constant friend is a thing rare and hard to find.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 71 Jtt iffcmnrinm WILBUR ROBB OESTERLING November 5, 1911 May 10, 1929 ANNA MAE DUMBAUGH October 21, 1912 December 28, 1926 XMo� t TI L THE SENIOR MAGNET - 3V BEST LOOKlN MBU uv b r «T noil TflLKRTIff no Be r £ « «.£ P ■ ■Ov'ItTlfc ST THE SENIOR MAGNET 75 crhe nuiqnET T? 077 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. (Charter Member) � 4ssoa J The Senior Magnet Staff Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor Literary Editors School Notes .... Athletics joke Editors .... Art Editors ....... James Eisler Frances Campbell Duira Baldinger | Alice Kingsley Esther Von Krogh | Helen Elliott Robert Dunkle j Wayne Varnum | Joseph Rattigan | Harlan Baumbach Ross Bicker Business Manager Advertising Editor Class Stenographers Sara Jane Walter Lynda Rider B?lla Schwartz James Dixon David Klingensmith Dorothy Hanford lNava Zaccari , Ethel Ruth Rose j Ralph Beck ( Samuel Cross George Hutchinson Edward Brown Paul Quigley Robert McCaslin 76 THE SENIOR MAGNET Three Enemies Gertrude Davis In four years of High School, I have met with three disastrous beings which have again and again scored victory against me. As named, so they are in importance: First—Finals; second—Oral themes; third—Book Reports. The one which is called finals, final examinations which are presented to us at the termination of each semester, we are overjoyed to meet; companionlike, we seclude ourselves in a well filled room, which is superintended by a grim faced individual who makes us feel like a criminal if we ease the strain on our necks or settle our spinal cord into a more comfortable position. Vainly, we struggle against this demon, but useless are our efforts. We stand no chance of victory against this examination, which was prepared for us by malicious teachers. Need I tell you more? We all understand the awfulness of this thing, all except the freshman; and they are incapable of understanding anything as yet. Next on my black list and one of my bitter enemies is the oral themes. I hate it! I say it openly. We journey classward over the broken and mangled bodies of our fellow classmates who have been trampled n the rush. Our teacher graciously assigns an oral theme. Five minutes you may speak,” she says. How kind! We wish it were ten,—ten seconds. If she knew the worries it adds to our burden and the gray hair to our heads, she would be more lenient. Few of us will ever be Shakespeares; Edmund Burke need not fear our oratorical powers. Never will I hold multitudes spellbound with silvery words of wisdom. My speaking power is limited to two short words, Not prepared.” Book Reports! The hearing of these words sets my mind inventing new ways of escaping its clutches. To be told one is due drives me to distraction. Twenty-four times have I heard the words, Book reports due Wednesday.” Just as many times, I have sat far into the darkness killing mosquitoes, chaffing my benumber arms, and laboriously leafing through innumerable chapters of a musty book; doing this in vain to keep the doughnut looking hieroglyphics from the grade card after my name. Away with the three bugbears! In the words of Patrick Henry, Give me liberty or give me death!” THE SENIOR MAGNET 77 Castle B. H S Gertrude Davis It was story hour. The children had already assembled and with eager faces were awaiting for the librarian to begin. In a short time, they were joined by the librarian, Miss Mechling, and this is the story she told the children: Once upon a time, a large number of boys and girls got together and decided to set out on a journey in search of an education. The journey was long and tiresome; after a while they saw a large, beautiful castle. As they approached it, a man came to them and invited them to stop at the Castle1 B. H. S. The children decided to accept his invitation. Guarding the Castle were four giants: Algebra, English, Latin, History. After much questioning and a slight delay, the party entered the portals of B. H. S. They had been in the Castle but a short time when a kind fairy offered to help these boys and girls. Of course, they were glad to have her assistance, for they had learned to love her. The fairy gave the pairty the name of Class,” so she could distinguish them from other travelers in the Castle. The Class stayed on in the Castle of B. H. S. for months and months. They had many good times together. Oh, how they enjoyed the planning and arranging for the dance given in honor of the travelers of January 1930! But they also had many encounters with giants of all names, among them. Geometry, Botany, Caesar, and Chemistry. Many of the Class were talented. Some of them wrote, some played various instruments, and some were good singers. Many of them were members of the Girl Reserves and Hi-Y Clubs. When they had been in the Castle four years, a wonderful Prom was held. The whole Castle was bustling with the importance of this great event, as it was to be held in the honor of the Class of June, 1930. After the Prom was over, the Class stayed at the Castle a few days longer; and then with many farewells and best wishes from the fairies and the rest of the travelers, they went out into the world.” 78 THE SENIOR MAGNET Four Years History Duira BalJinger Some four hundred seventy-five children opened their eyes, blinked, yawned, stretched, and started to turn over to snatch another nap. When only half way over, they jumped as a startling thought struck them. They did not know it then, but it was probably the last startling thought which was to strike them for four long years. September seventh—school—in fact, high school. They ran to their windows. A perfect day greeted them. The Fates seemed to be smiling on the beginning of their high school career, and so these four hundred seventy-five little children dressed happily and ran down to eat their rolled oats as all obedient little children should. That first day was, as we remember it, very much of a jumble. Before the week was over, however, we began to realize the meaning of the hieroglyphics on our schedule-cards. That helped. Then one morning, someone pulled that venerable gag about the elevator on our own inimitable Hendren, and we were full-fledged eds and co-eds of Butler Senior High School. Our recollections of our freshman year are very vague. We hazily remember worshipping the Sophomores. As for the Seniors—their status was entirely beyond our imaginations. One morning in chapel, Mr. Wick asked us to sing the school song. We kindly complied with his request, and the applause was deafening. Let it be known to you that we, the Class of June, 1930, can sing! All at once, we were Sophomores. Our illusions, by this time, had been shattered. High school was an old, old story, an interesting story, but an old one. We cast listless eyes on the new freshmen and mildly wondered if we could have been conscious the year before. We stopped worshipping the upper classmen and began worshipping members of the teams. We waxed patriotic and thrilled to the echoes of Gold and White.” We sang the school song with relish. Oh, the people all stare—.” That year saw the birth of several school institutions, among them the Junior Girls’ Glee Club and the Junior Orchestra. Our class furnished these two organizations with some of their most talented members. Book Week was celebrated in Chapel by a pantomime of some of the great masterpieces of literature. A few of the Sophomores made their dramatic debut by obligingly posing for the rest of the school. That year, some of us took part in the Spring Exhibition. Memories of that evening consist mostly of swinging Indian Clubs and listening to a voice coming softly from the wings— One, two, three, One, two, three.” When school closed that June, we all went home telling each other breathlessly, Upper-classmen now!” Then came the autumn. We were Juniors. Some of us turned literary. There were rumors of a Press Club. Others began to specialize in dates ’ All of us began to feel slightly superior. That year seemed to be a year for clubs. Some Seniors started the fad. THE SENIOR MAGNET 79 The clubs took to themselves fascinating names. The fad spread. The Senior Class gradually became a muddle of clubs. We Juniors turned up our noses and sniffed. We had not been asked to join. Then a member of the faculty had a new idea. He started a Physics Club. Enthusiasm ran high. At the peak of its career, it began to fade, to dwindle. It is now almost forgotten; however, ’twas a fine club while it lasted. In the spring, a library club was started. Junior girls flocked to its meetings. That organization is still functioning smoothly, due to the leadership of its president, a member of our class. Which is another proof .... June Commencement came around. As we sat in our places during the farewell exercises, we heaved a tiny sigh. One-more-year-to-go ...... Ah! Seniors. Early dismissal. The right to gather in exclusive bunches about the west door. Activities. Aren’t those new freshmen the smallest. . . ?” Came the class play. There was a stampede at try-outs. The awful suspense during the week which elapsed between the first try-out and the final choosing of the cast. Clarence” was rehearsed, presented, and forgotten. Somebody suggested a Senior Hop. The boys were enthusiastic. The girls not sure—they might not be asked. Do you have a bid yet?” Don’t be silly. Who’d ask me? Have you?” Not yet. Gee, I hope—.” The Hop was a social success but a financial failure. After Christmas came the January Commencement. To us, it was a prediction. We held our breath. In—June—! Our seventh periods, sacred to the memory of west door confabs and Dope Den sundaes, began to be desecrated by Mr. Wick and his Grand Opera. We are th’ host of peace—’tis thy marriage morning—heigh ho! Come to the fair!” we sang. Try-outs were held for the Operetta. Again there was the suspense, the waiting. Did you hear the latest?” Who do you think will have the leads?” Peggy and the Pirate” was rehearsed, presented, forgotten in the whirl which preceded Commencemnt. Class Night speakers held mysterious meetings. Intellectual lights rehearsed orations. The Prom and the Banquet Committee looked important. The Magnet Committee worked feverishly. And then—crash! The final was upon us! Baccalaureate brought something hard and uncomfortable to our throats. The Vesper Hymn—the Sermon— the Chant—the Benediction. Class Night was a sparkling galaxy of wit. The Prom. Commencement was awe-inspiring with its brilliant orations and its heap of diplomas all decked in gold and white. The next morning, we attended our last chapel. There was the uncertainty whether to laugh or to cry. There was a little of both. Mr. Irvine rang his bell and lifted his finger in that familiar gesture of dismissal. Alumni! 80 THE SENIOR MAGNET Last Will and Testament On this bright and sunny day in June, in the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty, we, the class of June, 1930, of Butler High School of the City of Butler of the County of Butler of the State of Pennsylvania of the United States of the Western Hemisphere of the Continent of North America of the Planet of the Earth, being of a sound disposing mind and in full ownership of our mental faculties, do hereby give and bequeath all that remains of our school-day possessions in good condition to the future graduates of Butler High School on the conditions that they use them as well as we have. 1. We, in general, leave our good looks to those who need some. 2. Helen Phillips leaves her line to Kate Miller. 3. Clyde Heinzer bequeaths his plug of tobacco to Joe Amos on condition that Joe doesn’t overflow the ink wells. 4. To John Clements, John Robak leaves his bashfulness. 5. Bob Dunkle bequeaths his height to Loman Keagle with the hope that Loman won’t have to stand on his tiptoes anymore. 6. We leave the bottom of our desks to the Freshmen as a parking space for their guns. 7. To the faculty, we will our excessive knowledge, if we have any. They need to know that we have it. 8. Bella Schwartz leaves her mental powers to Beulah Jaffe. 9. Bob Little leaves it” to Bill Staples. 10. Esther V. K. leaves her popularity to K. L. Gumpper. 11. To Bill Tebay, Bob Garrard leaves his seat on the heart exchange. 12. Bill Fleming and Milo Kottraba will their knowledge of chem. to anyone who needs a little. 13. We leave a piece of our mind to the faculty. 14. To the future tardy students, we leave Study Hall. 1$. We leave our chewing-gum sentences to those who are so unfortunate as to be caught in the act of chewing their cud, providing they can find them. 16. Joe Rattigan wills his wit to Jimmy Kiester, providing he uses it correctly. 17. We leave our ponies to those who find great sport in riding. 18. Ross Bicker leaves his drawing ability to Max Heberling. 19. Bob McCaslin leaves his good looks to Howard Mortland. 20. Happy Glenn bequeaths his mathematical ability to those who intend to struggle through Trig, and Higher Algebra. 21. To Joe Curtis, DeWitt Potter leaves his dancing ability. Perhaps that will relieve a certain young lady’s feet. 22. Doc Hughes leaves his tardy excuses to Mr. Hogg. THE SENIOR MAGNET 81 23. Chandler Huselton wills his going - over - big” to Kenneth Bly-miller. 24. We leave our sympathy to Mr. Irvine, who had to endure us. 25. Harold Craig leaves his would be musn’t-touch-it” to Fred Oswald. He also bequeaths his razor to him. 26. Hendren Llewellyn and William Aaron leave their long trousers to freshmen who will sometime, sooner or later, need them when they become freshmen. 27. Felix Rosenthal leaves his bluff to George Kelly” Cohn. 28. Jayne Keppler leaves her eating power to Harold Foringer. 29. We bequeath anything to anyone who wants anything that any one of us has happened to have at any time or any place. We appoint Bus Coyle and Bud Megan executors of this last will and testament and ask the student body to see that they carry out the above named bequests. Class Prophecy Taken from Census of 1950 Name Occupation William Aaron Six-foot Judge of Butler County Courts. Elinor Allman Doing time in Butler County Jail for breaking speed limit in a 1950 Austin. Jane Anderson Chiropractor. Ralph Anderson Linguist. Samuel Arnovitz Movie Comedian. Jessie Bain Winner of Distinguished Service Medal as Red Cross Nurse. Bertha Baird Helen Wills II. Duira Baldinger Novelist-Winner of 1940 Pulitzer Prize. Velma Barber Deep Sea Diver. Dean Barickman Successor to Mr. Comin as History Professor of B.H.S. Lucille Bash Basket Ball Coach in a Girls’ College in Timbuctoo. Harlan Baumbach Comic Strip Artist. Ruth Baumgarten His Dream Girl. Sara Bennett Assistant to Miss Seibert and Miss Gerber. Ross Bicker Art Editor for Eddie Brown’s Newspaper. Edward Brown Sage and staid Editor of the Butler County Record. Helen Bickbichler Matron of Orphan’s Asylum. Jane Black Chief Stewardess, Hotel Nixon. Hilda Brandt French Interpreter at Port of New York. Paul Bradt..............Successor to Amos and Andy’s friend Lightning.” 82 THE SENIOR MAGNET Name Occupation Giles Burtner Engineer in Kimberly Diamond Mines. Frances Calhoun Y. M. C. A. Worker. Christine Chiprean Head of Marionette Studio in Hollywood. Helen Cline Holder of World’s Champion Smile trophy. Premio Conterno Vocal Instructor—waves the baton when Bob Wick isn’t present at B. H. S. Gayle Crawford Commander Byrd II. Samuel Cross Montgomery and Ward Salesman. Kathryn Cubbison City Social Worker. Iona Cunningham Secretary to U. S. Minister to France. Eleanor Cupps Chief member of the Hooks and Eyes, Cupps and Saucers” Company. Theresa Curry Inspiration for sequel to Why Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.” Guy Curry Archaeologist—latest subject for research: The most antiquated tardy excuse ever presented in B. H. S. Roy” Cypher Proprietress Paris Beauty Salon. Gertrude Davis Curer of Blues Specialist. James Dixon National Committee Chairman for the Republican Party. Dorothy Donaldson Air Speed Fiend; a second Louise Thaden. Gertrude Dugan Editor of Advice to the Love Lorn” in Eddie Brown’s Newspaper. Robert Dunkle I Cure U Specialist. Esther Dyke His Personal Property. Alonzo Elliott Phrenology Specialist in a traveling circus. Esther Emrick National President of W. C. T. U. Helen Elliott A feminine Fritz Kreisler. Paul Faulk Professor of Philosophy at Yale. Mary Fediaczko Metropolitan Opera Star. Bonita Scohier Accompanist for Mary. William Felton Makes wise cracks for Harlan Baumbach’s comic strip. Nellie Fennell Globe Trotter but still loves Fennelton best. William Fleming Customs Inspector at Port of New York. Edward Fleeger Big Butter and Egg Man from up country. Mary Galbreath Dean of Women at P. C. W. Pauline Gallagher Radio Entertainer. Robert Garrard Double for Rudy Vallee—all but the voice. Lawrence Gillot Parachute Demonstrator at the Butler Fair. Kenneth Glenn Coroner at Greece City. Cecilia Glynn Detective Story Authoress. Irma Graham Court Stenographer for Judge Wm. Aaron. Alice Greenawalt Co-proprietor of a prominent Main Street Book Store. Joan Groutt Leading Lady in Christine’s Marionette Show. THE SENIOR MAGNET 83 Name Occupation Helen Groves Designer for Troutman’s for several years; has now adopted the firm name. Grace Halleran ..........Empress of Siam. Mary Harkowitz Demonstrator of what talk will do for a quick- tongued saleswoman. Elizabeth Hartman Butler’s First Council woman. Ruth Hayes............... ) Mona Haun Editors of College Humor. Florence Heck Conducts culture tours to Europe for Temple Tours. Clyde Heinzer Model for Arrow Collar Advertisements. Dorothy Hempfling Manager of Pet Shop. Luella Herold Stunt Aviatrix at Butler Airport. John Hervey Head traffic cop at 42nd St. and Fifth Ave., New York City. Alonzo Higgins Football Coach at Pitt. Margaret Hildebrand Premiere danseuse. Paul Hinchberger Principal of Butler High. Mildred Hindman Missionary to the unknown tribes in the Antarctic. Merle Hughes Gene Tunny II. Chandler Huselton Movie Villain in Christine Chiprean’s Marionette Studio. George Hutchison Proprietor of a Fleet Wing Gasoline Station. Albert Johnston Baseball Manager—Pirates. Catherine Johnston Governess at the White House. Jean Johnston Demonstrator of but never uses Golden Glint.” Ruth Jones...............Commercial Law Instructor. Genevieve Jordan.........Blues Crooner. Sara Keck................Latin Instructor at Smith College. Chester Kelly Famous builder of houses for children. James Kelly Smiling Irish Eyes—successor to Eamon de Valera. Mary Lucille Kemper First Lady of the Land. Dick Kidd Commander of U. S. Submarine XX Zero. Ruth Kiley Ventriloquist. Alice Kingsley Bakes the best griddle cakes in Butler—from prepar- ed flour and by electric heat. David Klingensmith President of Butler Savings Bank. Helen Kopka Office Nurse for I Cure U Specialist. Milo Kottraba Simmon’s Bed Demonstrator Helen Krainbucker Still makes all men think of Moonlight and Roses.” Rosina Laconi Paris Designer. Ruth Lambert Made a fortune from manufacturing concentrated food tablets. Harold Leavitt...........Demonstrator of College Yells over radio. Jane Lefevre Successor of Miss Moore. 84 THE SENIOR MAGNET ■ ■ -i ■■■■ i ■■ law Name Occupation Agnes Margaret Lepsch Hair dresser for Hollywood stars. James Lichty Co-proprietor of prominent bookstore on Main St. Robert Little Dietitian in a football camp. Hendren Llewellyn Senator Borah II. Howard Lowry John Gilbert II. Dot Lucas Theda Bara II. Mildred Lucas Comptometer expert. Raymond Lucas Truant Officer for B. H. S. Mary MacDowell...........Still can’t decide which man to take. Alfred Macho Noted Criminal Lawyer. Marie Mangold Principal at Beckley Business College. Mary Cecilia Mahler Assistant to Marie Mangold. Lawrence Mannas Harold Lloyd II. Catherine Marinaro ......Writer of Tompkins Corners” radio stories. Ruth McCall .............Typist for Catherine Marinaro. Kenneth McBride Station Master for the B. O. Pearl McCaslin Pearl expert with Tiffany’s. Robert McCaslin Umbrella mender, because he believes in preparing for a rainy day. Mary Jayne McCool Chief cook and bottle washer in a little white bungalow, built for two. Lillian McElroy Ocean Liner Hostess. Albert Mcllvain Secretary of U. S. Navy. Lillian Metheny Clerk of Courts, where she offers marriage licenses free to members of illustrious class of June, 1930. Dolores Michel Took advantage of Lillian Metheny’s offer. Harold Miller Head of Westinghouse. Dorothea Moniot Model for Colgate’s Advertisements. Ruth Moore Civics Instructor in Butler High School. Mary Morgan Paid companion to an old lady with nerves. David Neubert Engineer on the far-famed Toonerville trolley. Russell Neyman Councilman at McBride. Pearl Nichols Does research work for the Rockerfeller Foundation. Alberta Nolan Painter. Fred Orazio Secretary of Aviation in President’s Cabinet. John Parker President of Butler Ministerial Association. Ruth Parker Leader of seven o’clock a. m. Daily Dozen over KDKA. Helen Phillips Greta Garbo II. Gertrude Plaisted Successor to Paul Whitman. Dewitt Potter Nazimova’s Partner. Paul D. Quigley Assistant to Miss Purvis. Signs all his absence blanks P. D. Q.” Dora Raisley Soap-Box Orator for the Soviets. THE SENIOR MAONET 85 Name Occupation Joseph Rattigan Will Rogers II. Lynda Ryder Country Auctioneer; landed her job not through political pull but because of her sonorous voice. Bill Roberts Star Reporter for New York’s latest tabloid news- paper. William Rockenstein His Honor, the Mayor of Butler. Felix Rosenthal Undertaker. Ethel Ruth Rose Private Secretary to the Mayor of Petersville. Harold Roth Vice President of U. S. Virginia Rumbaugh Member of New York’s Four Hundred. Caught by Inspector Fleming smuggling rocks.” Ruth Salisbury First Woman Governor of Pennsylvania. Alma Sarver Miss America 1950. Edna Sarver Patronized Lillian Metheny. Mary Sassone Shorthand Instructor of Butler Business College. George Schnur Wireless Operator. Ruth Schultz Aviation Instructor. Bella Schwartz Lecturer on Art at Carnegie Tech. Goldie Sharpe Sculptress. Anne Shedio Discoverer of a successful lengthening serum for short people. Mase M. Sherid Still called Tony. Madeline Simon Mistress of a new home, thoroughly equipped with all modern labor eliminators. Edna Smith Superintendent of hospital for overworked Magnet editors. Irene Smyers Secretary to President of Butler Savings Bank. Robert Snider Prospecting for gold in remote hills of Butler County. Catherine Snodgrass New York buyer for Reiber’s Department Store. Myrta Snyder English Channel Swimmer, 1950. James Speer World’s champion whale harpooner. John Staeger Prominent wealthy oil magnet. Dorothy Mae Stepp Has lost the name but keeps step with someone.” Charlotte Belle Thomas Katherine Travis........ Margaret Welsh Our Contribution to the Ziegfield’s Follies. Hazel Wilson Mary Weigle Walter Thompson..........Air Mail Pilot. Ralph Vanderlin Holds trophy as greatest fisherman in the county. Wayne Varnum Al Jolson II. Minnie Unverzagt Philanthropist; specialty, infirm and indignant school teachers. 86 THE SENIOR MAGNET Name Occupation Esther Von Krogh Dorothy Gish II. Paul A. Walsh Deaf and Dum Instructor. Myrtle Walker � Mary Uram (.These likewise patronized Lillian Metheny. Lois Welker Emma Warren Kindergarten Directress, special rates to parents from class of 1930. Alice Wellner Poetess—successor to Amy Lowell but does not smoke cigars. Nava Zaccari Head stenographer for Morgan firm. The following tabulation is the result of a special survey: TELEVISION CIRCUS TROUPE James Eisler Manager John Robak ) Jeannette Campbell ( Marianne Newell Harry Kradel Elizabeth Horrell Etalo Lenzi Roy Cleeland Roberta Corbin Ellen Hutzler Marian O’Hara Betty Follstaedt Sara Jane Walters Margaret Smith Ralph Beck Announcers Bally-hoo Clowns Tight Rope Walkers Equestrians Acrobats Dorothy Sheef Pearl McCaslin Genevieve Aaron Robert Ramsey Jane Benton Ruth Hockenberry Paul Hooks Mary Murrin Harriet Scott Wilfred McGuire) _ . n , Lion Tamers Glenn Polum Geo. Hutchison Leaping Jack Rabbit John Shaffer Stunt Cyclist Dick Barry Elephant Trainer Harold Craig Blake Metheny John Clicquennoi Leonard Baird Roland Baird Edward Dean Jayne Keppler Bruce Watson Mary MacKinney Charles Kerwin Merle Barnhart Bearded Lady .....Dwarfs ...Siamese Twins Fat Man .....Fat Woman ....Wild Man Wild Woman Sword Swallower ... Strong Man SIDE SHOW I ! I i WILD WEST SHOW Paul Goettler Soloist Mose Sherid Interpreter Mary Jane Hoffman ....... Trumpeter Dorothy Taylor Child Prodigy Janet Henshaw Lasso Expert— always gets her man Frances Stover ............. Dancer Carl Sorgen Band Master Joseph Secunda Peanut Vender Charles Raabe Balloon Vender Dorothy Hanford ............ ............ Gypsy Fortune Teller THE SENIOR MAGNET 87 Pardon Us From Senior responsibilities and worries, from Three Hours Home Study Daily,” from certain faculty members, from the daily noon stampede, from Hendren’s dictionary, from Study Hall, from chewing-gum sentences, from Aeneas and his escapades, from examinations, from absence blanks, from zeroes, from chapel speakers, from the diminutive among the Freshmen, from autograph albums and memory books, from the futile exchange of cards, from unflattering graduation pictures, from the dangers of lab explosions, from seventh period squalling, from Senior Committee meetings, from all our woes and cares, dear Commencement, deliver us! Wants Ads by Members of the Class Wanted: Ruth by Paul Goettler. $4.00 by Bob Dunkle. A girl by John Robak. A little snappy necking by Bill Rockenstein. Some place to go after school is over by the whole Senior Class. A tall, dark, and handsome athlete by Helen Phillips. A new Ford roaster by Jim Lichty. A good long rest by the Joke Editor. Some peace by Miss Brier. Believe It or Not Helen Cline went without a date last week. Eleanor Allman says she is bashful. Bill Aaron doesn’t study much. Harriett Scott and Bill Staples do not argue in Civics. Joe Rattigan is a nice quiet boy. Wayne Varnum says he can tap dance. Fritz Von Krogh says she doesn’t like Birdies.” Hendren Llewellyn insists he can pronounce all Greek words. Ray Lucas likes to ride a motorcycle. Frances Campbell never knows more Virgil than—. Paul Brandt doesn’t bother anyone. Sammy Arnovitz has such straight hair and blue eyes. Mid Hindman can’t be anything but cute. Jimmy Lichty doesn’t like Washington street. 88 THE SENIOR MAGNET We Wonder If... Virginia Rumbaugh will ever become serious. Harriett Scott will ever quit going with Sonny. Paul Walsh will ever stay out of the cloakroom. John Robak will ever quit being bashful. Dorothy Sheef will ever become a hunchback. George Schneider will ever quit talking to Bonita Schoier. Esther Von Krogh will ever be an old maid. Goldie Sharp will ever fall in love. Bella Schwartz will ever get below ninety-five. Madeline Simons will ever learn how to drive. Kate Travis will ever act sensible. Lynda Rider will ever be a typist. Nava Zaccari will ever be a flapper. Bob McCaslin will ever get over his shyness. Dick Barry will ever sing soprano. Bob Dunkle will ever be fat. Ray Lucas will ever be a motorcycle cop. Bob Little will ever get the nickname Skinny.” Albert McElvain will ever be an accountant. Tobby Garrard loves all the girls he goes out with. Jim Dixon will ever dig ditch. Chan Huselton will ever sing in the Glee Club. Mary Morgan will ever stop laughing. Harold Craig will ever have curly hair. Roy Cleeland will ever date Jean. Primeo Conterno will ever be a boxer. Sam Cross will ever get a typewriting pin. Sam Arnovitz will ever grow up. Gertrude Dugan will ever date Bob. John Parker will ever be ugly. Howard Lowery will ever become stooped shouldered with Ruth Jim Lichty will ever get his Ford. Beef Heinzer will ever own a meat market. Joe Secunda will ever be caught talking to girls. Felix Rosenthal will ever learn to play a sax. Bill Rockenstein will ever tip the shoe-shining boy. Bill Roberts will ever wear goggles. Bob Snyder will ever have straight hair. Carl Sorgen will ever have long hair. Paul Quigley will ever learn to shoot pool. Walter Thompson will ever be sociable. Ralph Vanderlin will ever learn to play basketball. Bruce Watson will ever talk out loud. THE SENIOR MAGNET 89 Bob Ramsey has ever kissed a girl. Lawrence Mannas will ever sing in grand opera. Alma Sarver will ever live in town. Mary Sassone will ever get gray headed. Sally Walter will ever reach two hundred pounds; Ruth Salisbury will ever get a beau. Did You Ever See ... Tony Moses without a grin? William Fleming with a girl? Jessie Bain without a smile on her face? Elinor Allman not dressed up? Duira Baldinger without a fellow? Mary McDowell not being teased by Fat? Hazel Wilson without a neat appearance? Ruth Hayes writing a novel? Helen Cline at a dance? Dorothy Lucas not cheerful? Ruth Baumgarten without her Paul? Dick Kidd in short pants? George Hutchinson out with Jayne? Doc” Hughes in a silent mood? Mona Haun take dictation? Jayne Keppler flirting with the fellows? Harlan Baumbach playing a fiddle? Roland Baird being a shiek? Jane Benton not talking? Joan Groutt out with Bob? Paul Brandt on a date? Paul Goettler being a prima donna? Paul Hinchberger out with a girl? John Shaffer riding with a girl on his motorcycle? Ralph Beck underweight? Rosemary Cypher without Pete? Ruth McCall studying in study period? Kate Johnston speaking to a fellow? Ruth Kiley alone? Kate Kennedy without Ella? Margaret Hildebrand with straight hair? Ellen Hutzler refusing a date? Anna Shedio winking at Felix. Fred Orazio not being friendly? Alice Greenawalt not making a Zero (0) in Civics? Ross Bicker printing his letters? 90 THE SENIOR MAGNET Imagine Marie Mangold in the movies. Catherine Marinaro dating Hendren Llewellyn. Mary Jane McCooPs embarrassment when she makes a zero. Lillian Metheny getting married. Dolores Michel worrying about her studies. Dorothea Moniot without a beau. Ruth Moore being stuck up. Alberta Nolan without lipstick and rouge. Gertrude Plaisted having curly hair. Dora Raisley not studying. Ethel Ruth Rose dating Edward Fleeger. Lawrence Gillot not shaving. Kenneth McBride having a date. Senior Traditions 1. Our Bucky. 2. All in unison, altogether—.” 3. Three Hours’ Home Study Daily. 4. The jamboree of sound in the halls during Activities Period. 5. Magnet editorials on school spirit. 6. Magnet editorials on girls’ athletics. 7. Ditto on contributions. 8. The joke about the elevators. 9. Wayne Varnum’s tap dance—his Heavens Katy! 10. Miss Reed’s helpfulness, bless her! 11. Miss Orr’s smile. 12. Dizzy Davis’ stride. 13. Miss Helm’s hair. 14. Miss McNees’ gentleness. 15. Our one and only Hendren. 16. Have you gotta bid to th’ Prom yet?” 17. Mr. Wick’s I graduate twice yearly. His I’m not here to bawl you out. His When I was in the opera. 18. The daily stampede at noon dismissal. 19. Got your card yet? 20. The motley crowd about the west door. THE SENIOR MAGNET 91 Flunker’s Alphabet A—h! I didn’t know wc had to do that. B—ooks were lost. C—ouldn’t see to study. D—idn’t have time. E—lectricity went off. F—orgot my night work at home. G—ot in too late last night. Ff—ad to work. I—had a headache. J—ust couldn’t think. K—ept the baby. L—ost the assignment. M—y eyes hurt so I couldn’t study. N—ot enough studying. O—was that in the lesson! P—aid no attention. Q—uite forgot about it. R—ead the wrong chapter. S—uffered agony with a toothache. T—est was too hard. U—ncertain of the assignment. V—ery hard to understand. W—as ill. X—cuse me, but I didn’t understand the question. Y—ou didn’t explain enough. Z—eros are handed out too freely around here. Nonsense Florence Heck with a fellow. Dorothy Hempfling going steady with Fat Little. Mary Mahler without glasses. Mary Jane Hoffman getting a zero. Janet Henshaw dancing with John Parker. Ruth Jones looking cross or down hearted. Elizabeth Horrell looking longingly at a fellow. Jean Johnston being a flirt. Genevieve Jordan not being serious. Mary Lou Kemper studying in Study Hall. Helen Kopka being a stenographer. 92 THE SENIOR MAGNET Helen Krainbucker weighing 200 pounds. Ruth Lambert playing a bass horn. Jane Lefevre staying at home, knitting. Mildred Lucas parading the halls playing a drum. Ball and Chain Club We Are Deeply Affer ioned One to Anotlxr— How DeWitt Potter and Bertha Reed do get along! Or Hendren Llewellyn and Dorothy Moniot! James Eisler doesn’t even blush any more when you say Ruth Gilghrist.” If we were Swedish, we would assure you that Gayle Crawford Bain” serious. And just everybody loves Helen Cline. Also, Harriet Scott grows Sonnier” and Sonnier” and Sonnier” every day. But we fear Alonzo Elliott is too bold for bashful little Mary MacDowell. For a really short, snappy couple, see Dick Barry and Florence Keck. How Ray Lucas loves his Scotch! She is tall and dark, and her name is MacKinney. No wonder Howard Lowery thought Paradise Regained” was the answer to every question in B Senior English. That is the way he felt when he walked into 312 and saw the small, fair-haired B Junior studying in the back seat. What an opportunity Miss Purvis is neglecting! Why doesn’t she give proposition like this: If Ruth Haynes : Frank Graff : : Ruth Parker : Bob Crane, how far is it from Butler to the county seat of Armstrong county?” Bob Snyder sure does believe in beauty contests—at least, the one our class conducted. And Helen Groves thought the way Bob Troutman bobbed around that stage at Mid-year Class Night was just too entrancing. Robert Ramsey can’t understand why they named that kind of candy Prauline. He thinks the name would be much sweeter without the r.” How Dorothy Sheef does love Room 103! She finds inspiration in the very name of the Home Room Teacher ! ! ! Then there’s Bill Rockenstein, who, we understand, may not be able to go to college because he spends all his money sending special delivery letters to Brady street, to First street, to Fourth street, to-but that’s enough! In chapel why does Dot Lucas always want to sing Mrf.vwelton’s Braes are Bonny?” Also, who is the Het” that Felix talks about? We understand Madeline Simon prefers this year’s orange blossoms with her Harry. Good luck to you, folks! And yet they say Cupid is blind! We think he made some pretty good shots in our class. THE SENIOR MAGNET 93 Who 2 Who is The guy that everybody knows?” .......... Bucky Who is Charming at night?” ..................... Dot” Lucas Who Guards that danger line?” .................. Clyde Heinzer Who are Women who are not born cooks?” .........Domestic Science Girls Who Hasn’t scratched yet?” ..................... Howard Lowery Who has 57 varieties of excuses?” .............. John Parker Who has that Mile a minute speed?” ............. Paul Walsh Who uses Kissproof lipstick?” Helen Phillips For whom would one Walk a mile?” Felix Rosenthal Who has that Schoolgirl complexion?” ........... Alma Sarver Who Sees all and knows all?” ................... Harold Leavitt and Mr. Hogg Who Floats?” ................................... George Hutchison Who is Mellow, mild, and unfailingly good?” James Dixon Who has those Six keys to popularity?” ......... Esther Von Krogh Who would pay Five thousand for an idea?” Ed” Brown Who Chews Wrigley’s for indigestion?” Mary Morgan Who has Golden gallons of sunshine?” Lillian McElroy Who uses a Deepsleep mattress?” ................ Fat” Little Who makes No more noise than a lighted candle?” Ellen Hutzler Who is Sharp and handsome?” Bob” McCaslin Who uses Arm and hammer?” Dude” Potter Why We Go To School So we won’t have to work. To see the girls. To talk to some of the teachers. To become honor students. Ha! Ha! To put in the time. To work for our dear teachers. To show our school spirit. To enter the athletic events. To chat with J. T. Hogg. To write chewing-gum sentences. To hear Miss Mapes’ solo every morning. To get a man. To satisfy our parents. To be somebody’s stenog. To parade through the halls. To go to study hall. 94 THE SENIOR MAGNET ■ r t! . Buu. £ X W P WCt iMir« Q-RXLt CJfHW ORD GBHiROdS P W� £ THE SENIOR MAGNET 95 7){m5:s uitHTf KlN fKtrflROEN H RR6LD RotiI CXPf CI? ELINofl bulRR 96 THE SENIOR MAGNET HORIZONTAL 1. Students worst enemy and best friend. 7. What we do in the morning. 9. Russel] Xzenon (abrev.) 10. Feeling in winter time. 12. Used in refrigerators. 14. by you (lat.) 15. What we all were once. 18. Sound student makes when told to go to study hall. 20. Sign needed in corridor. 21. Second note of scale. 22. Sid est (abrev.) 23. What we’re supposed to do in school. 25. Assets to school work. 27. Not you. 28. Kinda ornery (abrev.) 29. past of do. 30. past of eat. 32. like. 33. one (lat.) 34. preposition denoting possession. 36. anger. 38. Second note of scale. 39. Hill’s city ice (abrev.) 40. Opposite of good. 42. Word expressing possibility. 44. Happy. 46. School’s worst word. 49. Chemistry (abrev.) 52. Same as 38. 53. Chewing gum is absolutely ................. in Butler High School. 59. Railroad. 60. Leave out. 61. Lowest possible mark. VERTICAL 1. Branch of math. 2. Useful things in U. S. 3. Cubic centimeter. 4. Not cold. 5. A poem written by Gray. 6. Rural delivery. 7. Passage way of schools (also loitering place). 8. Misses. 11. What we see with. 13. What we do at noon. 16. Even (poetical). 17. Study of recorded events. 19. Mentally demented. 24. Something like a mule. 25. M'le (abrev.) 26. Dark at Four (abrev.) 31. Soon (poetical). 35. Comparative degree of big. 36. Sick. 37. Ever Much Nicer (abrev.) 41. Provided that. 43. Albert Klaus (initials). 45. I love (lat.). 48. Cruel Roman Emperor. 50. High pressure. 51. Vigor. 54. Ejaculation. 55. Prefix meaning two. 56. Personality. 57. Easy. 58. from (lat.) 98 THE SENIOR MAGNET Music in Butler High School The musical organizations are the most prominent organizations of our school. At one time, few high schools could boast of a glee club, only colleges and universities had that privilege; but in 1908, Professor Bingham recognized the vocal talent of the fellows in B. H. S. by organizing the Boys’ Glee Club. Miss Rose McNees had organized the Girls’ Glee Club in 1906. These two directors conducted the clubs until 1916 when George Bob Wick, the present instructor, took charge. The Girls’ Junior Glee Club has since been organized under the leadership of Miss Allgood. This club is made up, in a large part, of the under class girls who are next best in the tryouts, and who fill the vacancies in the Girls’ Senior Glee Club. The Glee Clubs sing for various clubs in the city, at public meetings, and in the spring entertainments. An operetta is usually given in the spring by the members of the Boys’ and Girls’ Senior Glee Clubs. Some are given an opportunity to display their vocal talent as soloists while the others act as a chorus. The members develop poise to face an audience and are soon able to overcome stage fright, at least partially. The B. H. S. Glee Club product is usually welcomed by the college glee club because he is taught to sing by notes. Many of Butler’s best singers received their first instruction in the high school glee club. There will be many vacancies in the Boys’ Glee Club after graduation; therefore, a number of boys can gain places in the club next year if they will only give Mr. Wick the opportunity to try them out.” Those who will cease to warble with the Boys’ Glee Club are: Premio Conterno, Harold Craig, Paul Goettler, Harold Leavitt, De Witt Potter, Gayle Crawford, Robert Dun-kle, Howard Lowery, John Cliquennoi, James Dixon, Richard Barry, Roy Cleeland, Alonzo Elliott, Chandler Huselton, Robert Little, Lawrence Mannas, Wayne Varnum, Robert McCaslin. The Girls’ Senior Glee Club will also lose many members by graduation: Eleanor Allman, Eleanor Cupps, Mary Fediacz- ko, Grace Halleran, Ruth Lambert, Dorothy Hempfling, Helen Phillips, Madeline Simon, Mary Murrin, Marian O’Hara, Jessie Bain, Gertrude Plaisted, Bella Schwartz. The Girls’ Junior Glee Club will lose Ruth Salisbury. Those who have instrumental ability may be used in the B. H. S. orchestras. The Senior orchestra under the instructive guidance of Mr. Joseph Scohier meets in the gymnasium which is filled by them with the most harmonious (?) strains. The Junior orchestra, also under the direction of Mr. Scohier meets after school and is accomplishing great things. It is made up of the younger musicians who fill vacancies in the senior orchestra. The senior orchestra plays the accompaniment in the operettas, and some of the members accompany the school in the chapel singing. Those who will cease to puff and saw in B. H. S. this Summer are: Carl Sorgen, Bertha Baird, Helen Elliott, Margaret Hilde- brand, Ruth Lambert, Bonita Scohier. THE SENIOR MAGNET 99 “Peggy and the Pirate” The annual entertainment of the Boys’ Glee Club, the Girls’ Senior Glee Club, and the Senior Orchestra, this year, was Peggy and the Pirate,” an operetta in two acts, the libretto of which was written by Geoffrey F. Margan; the music by Geoffrey O’Hara. Miss Gertrude Reed directed the action and dialogue; Mr. George Bob Wick, the music; Miss Ruth Moore, the dancing. The scene of the first act is the lobby of the Oceana Beach Club, where Mr. and Mrs. Mayfield are giving a week-end party for their daughter Peggy. Mr. Mayfield announces to the guests that they are all to take a trip to Pandora, to which he intends to file claim and later develop as a summer resort. McGinniss and Gassaway, two strange gentlemen, intend to file claim first and make Mr. Mayfield pay well for it. Don Sterling, a mild-mannered youth, is in love with Peggy, but she must have some one who is brave and daring. Bill Manning, a friend of Don, plans to help him win Peggy by having the boys dress as pirates, seize Peggy, and have Don rescue her. It is all to take place on the beach of Pandora. When McGinniss and Gassaway, delayed because of trouble in finding a boat, arrive, they find out that some one else has staked claim to the island. The pirates rush in and seize Peggy and the girls. Don comes to the aid of Peggy and fights the pirate chief. The pirate gets the worst of the conflict, and Peggy’s sympathy goes out to him. Bill removes his disguise and explains the deception. Winnie Woodland, Peggy’s friend, falls in love with Don. Mr. Mayfield finds out that Bill has filed claim to the island and asks him to explain. Bill says that since he and the boys had come early on special business, he had filed a claim; however, he would gladly trade with Mr. Mayfield for Peggy. The trade is made and all are happy. The songs, which were especially good, included: We're a Gay and Happy Crowd,” the opening chorus. Days of Yesterday,” sung by Mayfield and ensemble. Pandora,” sung by Peggy and chorus. I Never Could Marry a Man Like That,” a duet by Jane and Bill. Nineteen Hundred and Now,” a duet by Peggy and Don. I’m a Helpful Man,” a duet and dance by McGinniss and Gassaway. The Language of Love,” a quartette by Peggy, Winnie, Don, and Bill. The Locker of Davy Jones,” sung by Bill and the Men’s Chorus. We’ll Go Over the Sea,” the finale to Act I. Blue is the Mighty Ocean,” sung by Peggy, Jane, Winnie, and the Girls’ Chorus. Follow the Gypsy Trail,” sung byMrs. Mayfield and the Girls’ Chorus. March of the Pirate Men,” sung by the Men’s Chorus. All I want is a Million Dollars,” a solo and tap dance by Bingo. Moonlight,” sung by Jane and the Girls. Hero Stuff,” sung by Peggy, Winnie, Jane, Don, Bill, and the Chorus. 100 THE SENIOR MAGNET The Lovelight in Your Eyes,” a duet by Don and Winnie. Just Suppose,” sung by Don, Winnie, and ensemble. The cast was as follows: Don Sterling Bill Manning Peggy Mayfield ..... Winnie Woodland Henry Mayfield Mrs. Mayfield ...... Jane Fisher ........ James P. McGinniss George W. Gassaway Bingo Jones .....Harold Craig Paul Goettler Mary Fediaczko .....Helen Phillips Raymond Miller Madeline Simon Gertrude McMillan ......Roy Cleeland Premo Conterno Ray Varnum All of the parts except those of Mr. Mayfield and Jane Fisher were filled by A Seniors. Those in the chorus were: Harold Leavitt, DeWitt Potter, Oakley Weaver, Kenneth Allen, James Brookhart, John Caldwell, Gayle Crawford, Robert Dunkle, George Gilghrist, Charles Heck, John Joy, Emmett Kukura, Howard Lowery, Alvin Shakeley, John Clicquennoi, James Dixon, Kennard Fuller, Rolland Hikes, Hickson Sherman, William Tebay, Richard Barry, Alonzo Elliott, Chandler Huselton, Robert Little, Lawrence Mannas, Robert Mc-Caslin, Howard Mortland, William Staples, Elinor Allman, Eleanor Cupps, Cecillia Dufly, Helen Gingo, Elizabeth Hartman, Grace Halleran, Dorothy Hempfling, Ruth Lambert, Virginia Lindsey, Katherine Miller, Genevieve Orr, Ruth Stoughton, Lucille Johnston, Alice Catherine Litzinger, Alice McCann, Genevieve Miller, Mary Murrin, Marian O’Hara, Bernice Perry, Sally Rappa, Dorothy Bain, Jessie Bain, Mary Gurniak, Edna Henry, Mary Lewis, Ruth Little, Alice McGregor, Mary Paychik, Gertrude Plaisted, Bella Schwartz, Silva Schwartz, Alice Louise Sutton, Esther Yost. A special feature of the dancing was a ballet including: Elinor Allman, Dorothy Bain, Eleanor Cupps, Mary Gurniak, Alice McCann, Katherine Miller, Mary Murrin, Mary Paychik, Ruth Stoughton, Alice Louise Sutton. A solo dance was performed by Alice McCann. THE SENIOR MAGNET 101 Zenith Hi-Y The year 1930 has marked the completion of the third successful year of the Zenith Hi-Y Club. This club was started by Mr. Kradel, a former teacher in Butler Senior High School, as a club for boys who bring their lunch. The aim and purpose is to create, maintain, and to extend throughout the school and community high standards of Christian character. The meetings are held at noon every Wednesday from twelve-thirty to one o’clock. The Y. M. C. A. gymnasium and swimming pool are opened Monday and Friday, at noon, for use of club members. The present officers of the club are: Charles Raabe, President; Alvin O’Donnel, Vice President; Giles Burtner, Secretary-Treasurer. Four membes of the club will gaduate: Charles Raabe, Howard Lowery, Edward Fleeger, and Giles Burtner. The club has carried out some very interesting programs this year and has succeeded in increasing the membership so that it is larger than ever before. Class Night Class Night is one of the most interesting exercises at the time of graduation. This year, Class Night had a double significance. It was cheerful and hilarious; cheerful because of the beaming faces of the A Seniors and hilarious because of the witty remarks and jests. Marianne Newell and Dude” Potter passed spicy and pert remarks when they gave the Class Inventory. These were not the only good performers, all of the Class Night performers did very nobly. All” Greenawalt and Eddie” Brown gave some new and humorous degrees to various members of the graduating class. Ruth Parker and Dick Barry certainly did give some inside information on the A Seniors who will attain fame. It would not be fair to forget the wonderful mourners we hired for the sad departure of our books, namely Roy” Cypher and Bob” Dunkle. We must not forget how stern Helen Cline looked as the teacher in the Mock Classroom or Joe Rattigan, with his air of importance, as Professor Gibson. Class Night was indeed a success, but if Mid” Hincjman and Wayne Varnum had not presented different members with such useful gifts, the program would not have been complete. The Class Night performers worked hard on their parts, but let us not forget also the patient advisory hands of Miss Reed and various other faculty members in helping the performers. We hope future A Senior classes will have as much wit and humor as this Class Night program showed. 102 THE SENIOR MAGNET Commencement It seemed strange to call that evening Commencement when over two hundred hearts stood in two hundred throats while two hundred seniors knew it was the end. Those two hundred, wandering mentally back over four years, were we of the 1930 June graduating class. It was the end, and yet, the commencement. Our diplomas merely emphasized the fact that we had finished the last four years before our own individual careers. The speakers presented a study of various paintings included in the school’s collection. The paintings were presented on the stage during the respective discussions. The program: Salutatory ...............................Bella Schwartz Historical paintings .....................Florence Heck Patriotic paintings ...............................Paul Hinchberger Landscape paintings ......................Marie Mangold Some European masterpieces Esther Von Krogh Home Decoration ............................Lynda Rider Valedictory ................................James Eisler The program was made more pleasing by the music of the class, glee clubs, and the orchestra. It is interesting to note that all the speakers, for the first time in the history of our school, were first honor students. THE SENIOR MAGNET 103 Track This has been an excellent track season. In no other season have we equaled the records made this year. In the meet held at Geneva, we took two points which was the best record ever made by a Gold and White team in such a meet. This year we lose George Hutchicon, who featured so well at the Geneva meet; Hice, captain, who runs in the low hurdles; Crawford, high jumper and broad jumper; John Hcrvey, pole vaulter; also Felton, one of the best managers we have ever had. Track Meet On April 26, at Reeves Stadium, Beaver Falls, was held the second interscholastic invitation meet sponsored by Geneva College. It was won by East Palestine, Ohio. Butler took two points, which is the best any Butler team has ever done at such a meet. Besides placing a man in the finals of the mile, we qualified two men in hurdles. Bob Hice won the sixth heat of the low hurdles and also his heat in the semi-finals. George Hutchison qualified in the 120-yard high hurdles. He placed second in the semi-finals in low hurdles. Hogg qualified in the 100-yard dash. This record is encouraging for Butler track and shows consistent hard work and training on the part of boys and Coach Mixer. TRACK TEAM 1st Row Krulatz, Hogg, Hutchison, Hice, capt., Murphy. Crawford. Hervey, Boring. 2nd Row—Coach Mixer, Mortland. P. Sawhook. J. Sawhook, LoBuono. Jiles, Schaffer, Burris, Felton, mgr. 3rd Row—Brandt. White. Gajda, Ballentine. McClung, Eich, Douthett, Fault. VARSITY SWIMMING TEAM 1st Row —Art Hambleton, Kenneth Wolfgong, George Hutchison, William Holliday. 2nd Row — John Dickey, John Gazetos, Bill Zavacky, Jack Herr, Roy McClung, Coach Mixer. 106 THE SENIOR MAGNET Swimming This year Butler had a most excellent swimming team consisting of the following boys: Hutchison, Holiday, Jiles, Wolfgong, Savacky, and Dicky. We participated in several meets and in all came out in good standing. We defeated Ben Franklin High of New Castle 4J-21 and were defeated by Taylor-Allderdice of Pittsburgh by the close score of 28-27. The seniors were the winners of the interclass swimming championship. We also participated and scored in a W. P. I. A. L. meet which was held at Pitt pool. THE SENIOR MAGNET 107 CLASS SWIMMING TEAM 1st Row — John Gazetos. Geo. Hutchrson. Gayle Crawford. 2nd Row — Arthur Hambleton, John Dickey, Coach Mixer. 108 THE SENIOR MAGNET Girls’ Basketball Champions Hurrah for our team! The A Senior girls again showed their power and ability by winning the championship this year. It must be remembered that it was this same group of girls who won the class championship last year. Jane Lefevre, our valiant captain, opened the glorious season by dropping in the first basket in the initial game with the A Juruors. She, along with Ruth Parker, played forward. They put all their effort and spirit into the games and, consequently, dropped in baskets so fast that the opponents could not begin to keep up to them. Our center, Lucille Bash, was our hardest worker. When Lucille played, she played heart and soul. It is no wonder that other players shudder when they hear the name Bash! Our guards, Al” Greenawalt, Peg” Welsh, Jessie Bain, and Ruth Salisbury played up to their title so well that we will let their deeds speak for them. Our side-center, Esther Von Krogh, also merits all the praise we can give to her. It was a good season; not one game lost; a season which indeed topped a glorious basketball career. 1st Row — Margaret Welsh, Ruth Parker, Jane Lefevre, Ruth Salisbury, Alice Greenawalt. 2nd Row — Esther Von Krotfh. Ruth Moore. Lucille Bash, Jessie Bain. 110 THE SENIOR MAGNET Our Letter Men We have had a very good season this year in basketball, in football, and in track. We have a total of thirty-five letter men, six of whom graduate in the June class of 1930. Clyde Heinzer was football captain and has helped win many games, not only in this but in other seasons. In basketball, we lose our capable manager, Wayne Varnum. Crawford, Hutchison, Hervey, and Brandt are the members of the track team who are graduating this spring. Each of these boys played his part well and deserves the letter bestowed upon him by the school. The following letter men remain: Football: Downing, Hogg, Chas Gallagher, Wm. Staples, Dan Joseph, Anthony Krulatz, Dick Lobuono, John Marshall, John Murphy, Joe Muxonti, Michael Pawk, Charles Reilley, Ray Snyder, Wilford Sykes, Keith White, Wallace Zamboli. Basketball: Downing—Capt.; Miller, Abbot, Reilley, Dick Lobuono, Ralston. Track: Hice—Capt.; Hogg, Krulatz, John Murphy, D. Lobuono, Mort- land. 1st Row — Sam Cross. Alfred Macho. James Eisler, Capt., Gayle Crawford, William Fleming. 2nd Row — Harold Leavitt. Kenneth Glenn. Albert Johnson, Robert Dunkle, Harold Craitf. Roy Cleeland. 1st Row — D. LoBuono, Ralston. Downing. Miller, A. LoBuono. 2nd Row — Coach Heinzer, Reilly, Varnum, Mgr.; Abbott, Storey, Faculty Mgr. ffi M w M o — Q 2 W THE SENIOR MAGNET 13 To Our Advertisers: We thank you for your generous support, which helped us to publish this Magnet 114 THE SENIOR MAGNET Is Y our Ambition Pulling With You or Against You ? true - - - It takes courage to withstand the many temptations to spend money. BUT - - - A cash surplus will prove of timely assistance to you when a good opportunity comes around. The Butler County National Bank and The Butler County Trust Co. “The Bit Bank by the Court House THE SENIOR MAGNET 115 You can take it from me,” said Miss Brier, that if you want to get on you must start from the bottom.” How about swimming?” asked Alonzo Elliott. -----B. H. s.----- Alonzo Higgins: How much are your rooms?” Hotel Clerk: Five dollars up to twelve.” A. Higgins: How much for one all night?” -----B. H. s.----- Dave Klingensmith: Why did they hang that picture?” Martha Jane Hazlett: Perhaps they couldn’t find the artist.” -----B. H. s.----- Miss Purvis: Who originated the first geometric proposition?” John Staeger: Noah. He con- structed an arc.” Jim Lichty: Say, Roy, why did you hit that dry goods clerk?” Roy Cleeland: Well, I asked him to show me something in neckwear suitable for myself, and he looked at me and handed me a wash-rag.” -----B. H. s.-- Harold Miller: Do you have old fashioned views?” David Neubert: Yeah, I’ve got several in the family album.” -----B. H. s.-- Alice Kingsley: Now, in getting a meal, what is the first and most important thing?” Mary Weigle: Find the can opener.” -----b. h. s.-- Pearl Nicols: We’re going to give the bride a shower.” Dorothy Stepp: Count me in; I’ll bring the towels.” STUDENTS TAKE NOTICE This is the kind of furnishings we would suggest for use in all school rooms. “COMFORT PROMOTES STUDY” If this suggestion does not meet with approval from the school boards, we would recommend that each student furnish a nook or corner in their home, in this manner, for their Home Study Periods. They are not expensive—we have them at whatever price you wish to pay. Come in and see for yourself. PATTERSON BROS. 116 THE SENIOR MAGNET 1SV ♦ Focus on Quality If shade were the only good point to a Suit, we might go into a reliable store and say: “Show me a tan or a gray suit.” Luckily that is not enough of a description for so personal an item as clothes. We may set our price limit and still get Cut, which produces the appearance; Cloth which will give the wear, and Fit which produces the proper comfort. Foresight is better than hindsight. Remember nature put our eyes in the front of our heads, so we can look forward with real pleasure to the continuous habit of CLOTHING and FURNISHINGS from Hart Graham Sons Co� THE SENIOR MAGNET 117 Hendren Llewellyn (reciting in Civics): The ephemeral and evanescent phases of our civilization will pass into innocuous desuetude.” Soph (listening, pop-eyed, in the back of the room): Gee! His mother must have brought him up on crossword puzzles!” ----b. h. s.--- Eddie Dean had just been bumped by a taxi and knocked flat in the street, right in front of an on-coming steam roller. That reminds me!” quoth absent-minded Edward. Mother told me to bring home some pancake flour.” ----b. H. s.--- Parson: Which of the parables do you like best, DeWitt?” DeWitt Potter: The one where someone loafs and fishes.” ♦---------------------------------♦ Green Young The Home of Hart Schaffner Marx Clothes NONE BETTER WE CLOTHE DAD AND SON Head to Foot Taub’s 338 S. Main Street — Butler, Pa. ♦----------—-----1 SdgrapJ?' Qliye Forever YOU WILL BE ANOTHER SATISFIED CUSTOMER Sheffier Studio . Butler, Pa. A ALWAYS— The Most Fashionable Styles BICKEUS SHOE STORE Butler, Pa. ► Campbell’s Good Furniture ▼ ALFRED A. CAMPBELL ▲ 337-39 South Main Street 4 Exclusive System — Best Materials — Quality Work AH Work Guaranteed Special Work for Ladles WE DYE LADIES’ SHOES IN ALL COLORS T. MONDAY SHOE SERVICE SHOP 238 North Main Street — Butler, Pa. ♦--------------------------------------------------------------♦ 118 THE SENIOR MAGNET WE EXTEND our sincere congratulations to the members of the June Class of 1930. Some will be fortunate in being able to continue their studies by going to college. Others must now “dig for themselves!” No matter how much any of you may have learned from books or will learn, if you do not learn the art of saving a part of every dollar entrusted to you, you will never achieve real success in life. This Bank encourages all savers with two kinds of interest — real and personal. Butler Savings ) Trust Company BUTLER, PA. In The Heart of The City” THE SENIOR MAGNET 119 Elizabeth Follstaedt: What is the best month to get married in?” Mary Galbreath; Octembruary.” Elizabeth: Why, there’s no such month.” Mary: Just so!” -----b. h. s.---- James Allen: See that woman over there; she’s a payroll bandit.” Ralph Anderson: How do you know?” Jim: I married her.” -----B. H. s.---- Guy Curry: How about that new girl you had out the other night?” Etalo Lenzi: She’s wonderful— but she borrowed $10 for taxi fare home.” Guy Curry: Well, why didn’t you stall?” Etalo: I did. That’s why she wanted a taxi.” -■ -■ ■ 11 - w ♦--------------------♦ To The Class of JUNE, 1930 Greetings May Each of You Prosper In Your Chosen Vocation I. M. Jaffe Thelma Hazlett - -- -- -- - Phone 21400 Thelma’s Beauty Shoppe 14214 South Main Street Butler, Pa. Thermique The Perfect Permanent Croqninole or Spiral Wind No heaters, or bakers, or heater rods of any kind. Operates on very low voltage, thereby eliminating all electric danger. No weight on head. No more burns to operator or client. It is with great pleasure that we invite you to inspect this Modern Method before having your next Wave. MARCELLING — SHAMPOOING — MANICURING FACIALS — PACK — HENNAS — DYEING SCALP TREATMENT and ARCHING ♦----------------------------------------------------1 THE SENIOR MAGNET 120 HE CAN WHO THINKS HE CAN It takes persistent effort to do the seemingly difficult things. Many people look at other people’s possessions and say they were born lucky. But as a matter of fact, most people who have accumulated money can trace its source to a determination to save persistently. You, too, can accumulate money if you think you can. Save it at our bank. GUARANTY TKU8T COMIR NIT OF BUTLER, PA. THE SENIOR MAGNET 121 Hendren Llewellyn: What’s your real name?” Mary MacKinney: Mary.” Hendren: What’s your pet name?” Mary Mac.: Mother said I’m too young for that yet.” ----B. H. S.-- Dean Barickman: Those absent- minded professors are all right.” Merle Barnhart: How’s that?” Dean: I borrowed $10 from one, and he forgot all about it.” ----b. h. s.-- Marian O’Hara; Doctor, what will I do to reduce?” Doc. Dunkle: Take the proper kind of exercise.” Marian What exercise would you recommend?” Doctor Dunkle: Push yourself away from the table three times a day.” smart to be thrifty” And It Applies Particularly To Wearing Apparel Many jieople are saying that you can he well dressed at a reasonable cost if you shop at OFFUTT’S. Dependable Styles. Newest Colors, Wide Selections —all are here at Reasonable Prices. W. J. Offutt Co. ________________________________________i ♦ ---------------------♦ The Electric Shop Electrical Dealers and Contractors Electric Appliances for the Home JOHN E. FLACK, “99” 115 W. Jefferson St. 122 THE SENIOR MAGNET ELGIN a lasting remembrance of graduation. The gift should be worthy of the event. An accurate dependable Elgin will bespeak your congratulations as long as the memory of this event lasts ... which is always. A new Lady Elgin especially appropriate for the graduate. Cleverly designed and beautifully engraved. One of the newest Elgin Legionnaires. Masculine in design . . . the case cleverly combines engraving andoxidizedfinish. b' • C 3 R. E. KIRKPATRICK DIAMONDS .-. WATCHES . . SILVERWARE Next to Court House Butler, Pa. THE SENIOR MAGNET 123 Joke Editor: Did you submit these t wise-cracks anywhere else first?” Glen Polum: No, why?” Joke Editor: Well, then, where did you get that black eye?” ----b. H. s.----- Mrs. Goldberg: I wish you would speak to Rosie. I caught her flirtin’ with the iceman today.” Mr. Goldberg: Rosie, for vy do you flirt mit de iceman ven I owe dc butcher $8.00?” ----B. H. S.----- Mr. Braham: Name some production in which the supply exceeds the demand.” Hilda Brandt: Trouble.” ----B. S.-------- DeWitt Potter:. I’m sorry you’re glad I’m mad at you!” She: And I’m glad you’re sorry I’m glad!” ♦ New Classes Now Being Formed. fall. Write or Phone For Details Pittsburgh School of Accounting Law and Finance Bldg., 129 Fourth Ave. Atlantic 0923 Pittsburgh. Pa. ♦---------------------------i t----- Troutman’s Smart Sportswear for the Summer Season A wonderful display of new Sportswear .... attractive and different. Sportswear of individuality and distinctiveness .... replete with the spirit of outdoor activity and freedom, and yet entirely feminine. Swagger coats, knitted suits, smart dresses in silk or washable fabrics, chic sports hats, beach costumes and accessories .... all are here in infinite variety, for all sizes and types. Newest styles, newest designs and details, all Reasonably Priced! ♦—V 124 the: senior magnet Reichart Furniture Co. 333 SOUTH MAIN ST. “The Home of High Quality Furniture” want your prescription business Only the best Drugs and Chemicals used in Compounding! FOUNTAIN SPECIALTIES SANDWICHES CANDIES STANDARD DRUQ STORE Phone 33910 304 North Main St. THE SENIOR MAGNET 125 Mr. Little: Bob, every time you get into trouble it gives me another gray hair.” Fat” Little: Gee, you must have been awful. Look at grandpa’s hair.” -----B. H. s.---- Miss McNees: Now, tell me, what is the opposite of misery?” Harold Roth: Happiness.” Miss McNees: And of sadness?” Edna Sarver: Gladness.” Miss McNees: And the opposite of woe?” Paul Walsh: Giddap!” -----B. H. S.---- Milo Kottraba: How much are those tomatoes?” Grocer: Seven cents a pound.” Milo Kottraba: Did you raise them yourself?” Grocer: Yes, they were five cents a pound yesterday.” McBRIDE KOCH BROS. Make Your Home Beautiful With Our New Lace Curtains Plain or Figured Draperies Ruffled Curtains ------------------------1 Photo graphs | GForever Phone 26524 for an appointment Fetterhoff Studio UO South Main St. - Butler, Pa. Kodak Finishing a Specialty ♦---------------------♦ --------------------—♦ Brenlin Window Shades Cretonnes—Tapestry—Y alances- Brass Curtain Rods McBRIDE KOCH BROS. 126 NORTH MAIN ST. THE SENIOR MAGNET 126 t--------------------------------------------------------------♦ The Palms 208 North Main Street for— Lunches - Ice Cream - Soft Drinks - Cigars - Candy Under New Management - - Mary W. Lantz, Proprieties Store Phone Dial 23012 — Residence Dial 34563 STATIONERY OFFICE SUPPLIES BOOKS PERIODICALS Lichty’s Book Store SPORTING GOODS RUBBER GOODS PHOTO SUPPLIES ENGRAVING 232 South Main Street — BUTLER. PA. WILLIAMS CLOTHES ARE “SUITING THE TOWN” AND THE POCKETBOOK AS WELL! Suits - Topcoats - Overcoats - Tuxedos $12.75 245 S. MAIN ST. ALL WOOL WHY PAY MORE? ALL ONE PRICE EARL KAUFMANN—Mgr. B. H. S. Class of May. 1914 $12.75 245 8. MAIN ST. for BETTER FURNITURE '-see REYNOLDS BROTHERS 161 - NORTH - MAIN - STREET QUALITY CLOTHES For Men, Young Men and Boys “Exclusive — Not Expensive” TURQEON McCARREN HICKEY-FREEMAN CLOTHES ♦ ■4 THE SENIOR MAGNET 127 Ruth Hockenberry: Is Harold Leavitt polite?” Elizabeth Hartman: Polite? Yes, indeed. Why every time he passes a girl in his car, he takes off his radiator cap.” ----B. h. s.----- Miss R. McNees (showing a picture of Geo. Washington crossing the Delaware): Can anyone tell me the name of this picture?” Sara Bennett: Sure, 'Sit Down, You’re Rocking the Boat’.” ----B. H. s.----- Tony Moses: Hello! What’s the rush?” James Speer: I want to catch the 5:30 train.” Moses: But you’ve got half an hour.” Jim: Yes, but I have to count upon being held up on the way by three Hot Dogs! Buttermilk! (OLD DRINKS, CONFECTIONS POP CORN ami PEANUTS SNYDERS CIGAR STORE 115 North Main Street or four saps who want to know what’s my rush.” IttHH taW VP TO THE MiNOre AS WE HEAR -SO-OFTEN, 0OTP BETTER veamcr would be'alwavs just ahe d’of: the cuftaewr MODE AND FASHlOfV. ME PASO (ON 113 SOUTH MflfN EXCLUSIVENESS ...YES R£ASOf� A6CC .ALAt AVS ©ABBOTT � WAUCtfB. INC GLENSHIRE CLOTHES “The Utmost in Value” $22-50 - $29-50 SAM COHN CO. 108 S. Main St. ‘‘The Utmost in Values” Butler, Pa. 128 THE SENIOR MAGNET High School Graduates Are Cordially Welcomed at the Butler Business College Since September 4, 1929, Graduates of the following Schools have enrolled in the B. B. C.: Kittanning High .Mars High Millerstown Higli North Washington High Penn Twp. Higli Union High (Rimersburg) Slippery Rock High West Sunbury Vocational Zelienople High Ashtabula (Ohio) Higli Butler Senior High East Brady High Evans City High Edenburg (Knox, Pa.) High Freeport High Grove City High Karns City High Kaylor High A. F. REGAL, Principal 315 S. Main Street Butler, Penna. HOREWITZ STORE ALWAYS FIRST WITH THE LATEST STYLES THE SENIOR MAGNET 129 Dear -------, I would swim the mighty ocean for one glance from your dear eyes. 1 would walk through a wall of flame for one touch of your little hands. I would leap the widest chasm in the world for one word from your lovely lips. As always, Your Jimmie. 'P. S. I’ll be over Saturday night if it don’t rain.” -----B. H. s.---- Sandy, I dinna like it; ya take every corner on two wheels!” Oo, aye, Jeanie, but dinna disturb ya-self; it cuts ma yearly tire bill about half.” -----B. H. s.---- Blake Metheny Russell, why do you put powder on your face?” Russell Neyman To make me pretty, Blake.” Blake Metheny: Then why doesn’t it?” ♦-----------------------------------« Two Good Places To Save BANK NAST’S All Wool Clothes $21-5° The NAST Co. For Satisfactory Service” BUTLER, PA. ♦--------------------------1 TYPEWRITERS FOR RENT Headquarters for CORONA REMINGTON ROYAL UNDERWOOD PORTABLES R. B. F. REGAL DIAL 38831 313 South Main St., Butler ♦ ---------------------i ♦ ---------------------♦ THE VOGELEY Insurance Agency Savings Bank Bldg. 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RELIABLE SHOE STORE “Always the Newest Styles First” BUTLER’S SHOE STYLE CENTER 142 North Main Street............BUTLER, PA. -----------------------------------------------4 THE SENIOR MAGNET 131 Mother: Albert, did you get that Jimmy Eisler: Where are those pa- loaf of bread I sent you for?” pers?” Al Johnston: No. The store was Paul Faulk: They are at the black- closed.” smith’s.” Mother: What; closed at this hour Jimmy Eisler: Ha! You are hav- of the day?” ing them forged?” Al Johnston: Sure. There was a Paul Faulk: No, I am having them sign on the door that said 'Home filed.” Bakin’. B. H. S. B. H. s. Bob Dunkle: Were you upset by Farmer: An how’s Lawyer James the bank failure?” doin’, Doctor?” Bill Rockenstein: Yes, I complete- Doctor: Poor Jim! He’s lying at ly lost my balance.” death’s door.” B. H. s. Farmer: That’s grit for ye; at James Kelly: Do you like mush- death’s door and still lyin’.” rooms?” B. H. S. Charles Kerwih: Sure, but I’d just Harry Kradel: Pardon me, lady, as soon sit in the parlor.” but may I accompany you across the B. H. S. street?” Jane Black (in crowded car, to her Miss Purvis: Certainly, but how friend): I wish that good-looking long have you been waiting for some- man would give me his seat.” body to take you across?” Five men got up. A O J The MurphygPrinting Company Office and Society Stationery a Specialty Rear 126 South Main Street Phone: 23900 4 k ♦ M A RDORF’S NEW LOCATION 212-214 South Main Street, Butler, Pa. COME IN AND HOOK AROUND! We Sell Most Everything at Money-saving Prices! 132 THE SENIOR MAGNET -----------------------------------------------♦ “Butler Comity Pioneer Cosh Credit Jewelers” Robert O. Crawford Jeweler “Our Way is the Easier and Better Way” DIAL 34145 We Deliver All Articles with First Deposit 148 N. MAIN ST. BUTLER, PA. ORDER YOUR CLASS RINGS HERE ♦----------------------------------------------4 4 Say, Fellows! Bemg WELL DRESSED Is Merely a Matter of Knowing Where to Buy Your Clothes! Any man can be proud of his appearance in an AUSTIN Suit and Topcoat or Overcoat. They have that collegiate fit and grace so essential to the well dressed high school man. Come in and see us. Our Mr. Bill Schaffner of the Class of June, '29 will be glad to take care of your wants. Come in and look around. 100% Pure Wool $12 75 All One Price! All Sizes 31 (Age 151 up to 46 ♦ AUSTIN CLOTHES 257 S. MAIN ST. Next to Davy’s Drug Store BUTLER, PA. ♦-----------------------4 THE SENIOR MAGNET 133 Leonard Bajrd was trout fishing and had hooked a very small trout and had wound it up till it was rammed against the end of the rod. He asked, What do I do now?” Giles Burtner: Climb up the rod and stab it.” -----B. H. S.----- Chas. Raabe: Yes, Dad, I’m a big gun here at school.” Father, Well, then, why don’t I hear better reports?” -----B. H. S.----- Mr. Murrin: Mary, it’s eleven o’clock. Please tell that young man to close the door from the out-side!” -----B. H. s.----- Hobo: Say, boy, your dog bit me on the ankle.” Kenneth Glenn: Well, that’s as high as he could reach. You wouldn’t expect a little pup like that to bite you on the neck, would you?” Francis Campbell: Don’t you speak to him any more?” Helen Elliott: No! Whenever I pass him, I give him the geological survey.” Francis Campbell: Geological survey?” Helen Elliott: Yes, that’s what is commonly known as the stony stare.” -----B. H. S.----- Paul Hooks: You remind me of one of them flying machines.” Gayle Crawford: How come, Paul? ’Cause I am such a high flyer?” Paul Hooks: No, sir, Gayle; it’s because you are not any good on earth.” -----B. H. S.----- Marianne Newell: Say, Ruth, where is that stepladder we had here last week?” Ruth Schultis: Oh, I took it home so I could get up in the morning.” MARK FURNITURE CO. Beautify Your Home — You Live There BETTER GOODS for LESS MONEY 150 N. MAIN ST. Dial 45411 Butler, Pa. STE IN’S The Store of Satisfaction WE SPECIALIZE IN Ladies’ Furnishings 108 North Main Street Infants’ and Children’s Wear Butler, Pa. 134 THE SENIOR MAGNET As Important as the Diploma A Fine Watch GRADUATION! Youth’s most important occasion! There'll l e the diploma, of course, but every graduate expects something more — some gift to commemorate the event. -j Show that you recognize the importance of graduation. Honor it with a Gift the graduate expects — a fine WATCH — a DIAMOND or any one of the many beautiful and lasting GIFTS we have assembled for your inspection. GIFTS OF TRUE WORTH Jeweler 120 South Main St. Butler, Pa. It’s wise to choose a Chevrolet Six 409 S. Main St. Standard Motor Co. Dial 3733 The Main Drug Stores 4 Stores— (INCORPORATED) Cor. Main and Mifflin Streets. Butler. Pa. 321 Center Avenue. Butler, Pa. Cor. Main and Jefferson Streets. Butler. Pa Savings and Trust Co. Bldg., Butler, Pa. Whitman and Johnson Candies, Always Fresh Imported and Domestic Perfumes Fountain Pens—Inks and Stationery Ice Cream Delivered Anywhere at Any Time Call Us Up and Leave Your Order—Phone 33140, 28110, 26160, 44950. SERVICE QUALITY RELIABILITY THE SENIOR MAGNET 135 Margaret Smith: What are you doing setting there so perfectly motionless?” Francis Stover: Obeying 9,999 i it laws. -----B. H. S.- Helen Groves: Did the traffic cop bawl you out for blocking traffic?” Luella Herold: No, he said it would give the pedestrians a chance to cross the street.” -----B. H. s.- Alfred Macho: Why don’t you take a chance on that auto raffle? It costs only ten cents.” Wilfred McGuire: Because I ain’t got no garage.” ■ ----- , ■ J.-3W Felix Rosenthal (parking car on road): You’re my idea of a wonderful girl.” Bernice Wagner: Then I hope you’re a man who drives an idea straight home.” -----B. H. s.----- Mary Harkowitz: Do all college graduates sell bonds when they get out of college?” Rosina Laconi: No, that’s the trouble, they don’t.” -----B. H. s.----- Charles Raabe: Is Paul Brandt what you would call a steady boy?” Wm. Cross: He sure is. If he were any steadier, he’d’be motionless!” FLACKS Better Footwear DICK — Himself! 110 North Main St. (Expert Fitting: Our Specialty!) ♦------------------------------:------+ THE INN CONFECTIONERY Sodas, Cigars and Confections Corner Brady and Franklin Streets — Butler, Pa. NEWSPAPERS “Service With a Smile” MAGAZINES KIRKPATRICK BROS. Clothing, Furnishings, Shoes and Sporting Qoods 134 South Main Street Butler, Pa. THE SENIOR MAGNET 13ti John Hervey: Did you see me when I went by your house this morning?” Chester Kelly: Yeah.” John H.: Then why didn’t you yell ?” Chester K.: I didn’t see you until you were out of sight.” -----b. H. s.----- Esther Emerick: Why do they put telephone wires on such high poles?” Grace Halleran: Oh, that’s to keep up the conversation.” -----B. h. s.----- Dentist: Ah, I see a very large cavity.” John Clicquennoi: That reminds me; I haven’t had lunch yet.” -----b. h. s.----- Bertha Baird: Where will I find the golf costumes for women?” Lucille Bash: In the ladies’ swearing apparel.” Edna Smith: Was your boss sur- prised when you told him you were leaving?” Irene Smyers: No, he seemed to have known it before I did.” ----b. H. s.------ Pearl McCaslin: What is the definition for civics?” Lillian McElroy: It’s the science of interferring in public affairs.” ----b. h. s.------ Fond Father: The man who mar- ries my daughter will get a prize.” Bright Young Man: May I see it, please?” ------B. H. S.------ Your Majesty, a woman awaits without.” Without what, knave?” Without speaking, sir.” Show her in. She’s the ideal I’ve been waiting for.” -----------------------------------« Constantly a Better Store All M. Reiber Bro. Co, The Home of True Values and Courteous Treatment 4----------------------------------------------------------♦ ► Scientifically Correct GLASSES BY H. W. CHRISTIE, 0. D. “No Guess Work” RECORD PRINT