Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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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.

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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.”

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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