Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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.

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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.

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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