Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 136 of the 1931 volume:

©he Senior dM January, 1931 ‘Tublished by fthe Senior Class of Sutler d}£igh School 'Butler, Pennsylvania To her who revealed to us the Fascinating Charm of American Poem and Song and the Finer Things of the Life of the Spirit to CLARA E. BARTLEY Our Teacher of American Literature this volume is affectionately dedicated by the class of January, 1931. 4 THE SENIOR MAGNET THE MAGNET Entered as 2nd class matter at the Postoffice SZsjtfA $W0i7 at Butler, Pa., and mailed at the special rate -----------$ ' ftyR of postage under Act of October 3. 1917. (Charter ( ) Member) Published nine times per year. Subscription V O-JS price $1.00 per year. . HJI | C ■� « The Senior Staff Editor-in-chief Mar ' v°geley Assistant Editor Literary Editors Poetry Hugh Hemphill (Viola Blymiller ) Helen Blakeley | Grace Rhodaberger . x_r_11,. William Ralston (Marian Butler Genevieve Orr Joke Editor Loman Keagle Art Editors Business Managers (Esther McDowell | Virginia Lindsay | Morten Guitteau Chester Jiles THE SENIOR MAGNET 5 T he faculty V. K. Irvine, Principal J. T. Hogg, Student Adviser Rose E. McNees Ella Purvis Mary McNees Martha U. Orr George C. Atwell Margaret Reed Marjorie Helsel Chandler McMillan Lucille Critchlow Eleanor Hervey Elizabeth Hepler J. B. Storey Gertrude Reed W. B. Herron Mary Jamison George Bernlohr Ellis W. Love Esther Mapes J. W. McDowell Commercial— Mary A. Wigton Anna H. Brier Edna G. Riggle Hazel Pritzel Helen Rankin Mattie Powell Mary C. O’Brien Dorothy Wertz Florence Watson Dorothy Doerr Esther Kramer Dorothy Wise H. Vernon Comin Home Economics— Gertrude Siebert Frances Gerber Dorothy Byers Ruth Helm Jeanette McKee F. C. Stevenson Manual Arts— Mont R. Frederick K. G. Eldridge M. Lawrence Hammer Dorothy Irwin Jean Bell Nelson P. Palmer Alice Douthett W. Herbert Beattie Elizabeth Campbell Clara Bartley Gretchen Heineman Regis Heinzer Erma A. Bachman Physical Education— John E. Mixer Virginia Varnum Librarian— Georgia Mechling Music— Geo. Bob Wick Joseph Scohier 6 THE SENIOR MAGNET VOL. XXX THE SENIOR MAGNET JANUARY, 1931 DEDICATION .... SENIOR STAFF FACULTY SENIORS LITERARY Just An Old French Custom—Virginia Lindsey Solitude—Grace Rhodaberger Jeff’s Treasure—Beulah Jaffe A Modern Maud Muller—Lois Margaret Robb The Hurdy Gurdy Man—Helen Blaklcy... Under the Stars—Grace Rhodaberger... Worthy To Win—Kathryne Miller Seniors—Ro Holly Percy’s Unlucky Day—Charlotte Torrance Twilight Time—Grace Rhodaberger S. O. S.—Mary Vogeley My Muse and I—Grace Rhodaberger Study Hall—Lorn an Keagle EDITORIALS ............... SCHOOL ACTIVITIES ATHLETICS SPECIAL FEATURES MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING ADVERTISEMENTS 2 4 5 7 29 30 33 34 37 38 . 38 39 43 44 48 49 51 52 55 57 69 80 95 111 THE SENIOR MAGNET 8 ‘v2-S- THE SENIOR MAGNET � i ' James Abrams— Jimmy” He’s cheerful, jolly, and gay, And always has lots to say.” Dorothy Anderson— Dot” 'The secret of success is constancy to purpose. Howard Autenreith— Howdie” 'Watch out! I will do something startli iru� vpf Esther Bicker— Essie” Still waters run deep.” Paul Black— Blackie” The world knows nothing of her greatest men.” Helen Blakley— Lee” The word impossible is not in my dictionary. !l Jl 2� THE SENIOR MAGNET Viola Blymillf.r— Vi” Good words cost nothing but arc worth much.” Anna Bowser— Attn” True happiness is found in making others happy.” Elizabeth Boyi-r— Bib” Modesty has more charms than beauty.” Dorothy Brandberg— Dot” Dot’s got eyes like diamonds; She’s full of fun and pep.” Marian Butler— Marian” A very studious girl is she With lots of personality.” Albert Campbell— Al” Silence sometimes speaks more than words. 10 THE SENIOR MAGNET Marian Campbell— Mary” I prefer silent prudence to loquacious folly. Joseph Cicco— Joe” Here is the boy with the ready smile. Florinda Cleeland— Flo” In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare. John Clements— Johnnie” Faint heart never won fair lady.” Cornelius Coyle— Bus” He speaks for himself.” Fred Croet— Freddie” He is the wisest man who docs not think himself so.” THE SENIOR MAGNET Ha .i l Curril— Ilaz” There are many rare abilities in the world that fortune never brings to light.” Bertha Daubenspeck— Bert The will is the soul of the work.” Paul Deal—''Deal” Willing workers have many friends.” Michael Demyanovich— Mike Everyone will tell you of Mike’s good qualities except Mike himself.” John Dickey— Dick John Dickey is a swimmer Of fame and great renown; He’s won enough of prizes To decorate the town.” Jane Eyth— Janie” A cheerful countenance betokens a good heart.” 12 THE SENIOR MAGNET Florence Ferne— Flo” ' A fair face will get its praise though the owner keep silent.” Ruth Findley— Finesse” It is not enough to run; one must start in time. Harold Foringer— Fat” ' All mankind loves a lover.” Margaret Friedman— Mugs” 'Variety’s the very spice of life that gives it all its flavor.” John Gazetos— Nick” A man who will can do more than ten must.” Ruth Gilghrist— Rut jie” I would on deeds, not words, be fed; Deeds will live when words are dead.” _____________11 THE SENIOR MAGNET IS Max Gkaffius— Max E” He’s handsome and witty as can be Because—well, just because he’s he.” Morten Guitteau— Bud” There is always hope for a man that actually works.” Katharine Gumpper— K. L” A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” Arthur Hambleton— Art” A good swimmer and most efficient football manager. Ida Hartzell— Shorty” Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky.” Esther Hazlett— Esther” Care and diligence bring reward.” 14 o - THE SENIOR MAGNET --- — — - - ■ - JWV Richard Heck— Dick” Humor and wit Doth well befit This pleasant youth.” Margaret Heginboteiam— Marx” A sweet kind girl who’s quiet, ’tis true; But we like her, you bet we do.” Hugh Hemphill— Hugh c” A resolute man cares nothing about difficulties. Robert Hice— Bob” If we never build our castles in the air, We shall never build them anywhere.” Frank Hollock— Shutz” He is a little man with a big heart; It would be hard for us from Frank to part. Roseline Holly— Ro” It is good to lengthen to the last a sunny mood. THE SENIOR MAC;NET ir, -HSV Richard Ihlenfeld— Dick A likable lad with a smile for all.” Beulah Jam e— Booty” The desire of glory is the torch of the mind.” Chester Jills— Chet” For he’s a jolly good fellow.” Daniel Joseph— Dan” Men were made to listen as well as talk.” Rebecca K a m e r er— Beck y” A good heart seldom sighs, and a willing smile seldom fades.” Loman Keagle— Keaglc” A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.” 1 (5 THE SENIOR MAGNET James Keister— Jimmy” Always full of fun and pep.” Louise Kummer— Gin” True friendship often lurks beneath fair hair. Emma Larimore— Enter” Kindness is the sunshine of school life. Douglas Leith— Dong” Short of stature but big of heart, We’ve all liked Doug from the very start. Harold Leith— Sheik” Wit and wisdom are rarely seen together. Margaret Leith— Peg” 'Good deeds will shine as the stars of heaven. the senior magnet 17 H«V 'SHf— Gu-hert Lewis— Gib” As a man thinketh is his heart, so is he.” Virginia Lindsey— Ginny” A charming simplicity, which few possess.” Ruth Little— Ruthie” Cheerfulness and good will make labor light.” Alice MacGregor— Abb” She’s a good pal to everyone.” John MacKinney— Jim” The greatest men are the simplest.” Mary Mamula— Leu” Faithful and friendly to all.” THE SENIOR MAGNET IS Norman Mark— Norm” His heart is as true as steel.” John Marshall— Tubby” What’s an army without a general?” Ada Martin— Ada” Industry is the parent of success.” Harry Mastlrs— Prince” The real leaders do not always march at tl head of the procession.” William Maxwill— Bill” 'Knowledge is the foundation of eloquence.’ Alice JVIcCann— McCann” I he sweetest thing in life is the welcome smile. THE SENIOR MAGNET 19 K3V '9T Rich a rd McClu n g—r' Dick ’Tis the riches of the mind only that makes a man rich and happy.” Lewis McCracken— Lew e” Education begins a gentleman; Conversation completes him.” Howard McCurdy— Howdy” A handsome lad i; he.” Hazel McDonald— Tommy” She is modest and quiet, too; As a friend she is ever true.” Esther McDowell— Utty” There is no wisdom like frankness.” Agnes McGlincy— Aggie” � � A good sport and a dear friend to everyone. 20 THE SENIOR MAGNET Ethel McKf.own— Irish” A light heart lives long.” Ethel McMahan— Pal” Great works are performed not by strength bu by perseverance.” Margaret Mergel— Peggy” Hope is better than possession.” Laura Milford— Sunshine” Music is the source of much pleasure.” Helen Miller— Curlie” Flowers are the poetry of the earth, as star are the poetry of the heaven.” John Miller— Cinders” May John be as swift in life’s race as he i on the track.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 21 “ Kathryne Miller— Kate” Variety, that divine gift that makes a woman charming.” Raymond Miller— Ray” Oh, give us a man who sings at his work.” Wesley Miller— Wes” As a basketball player Wes can’t be beat.’ Mary Alice Minteer— Mary” Dainty, pretty, kind, and sweet, Such a dancer can’t be beat.” Howard Mortland— Dutch” A wise man, a strong man.” Jennie Mustello— Jane” The one who believes is the one who achieves.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 22 5V Mildred Noble— Mid” The countenance is the index of the mind.” Edna Oesterling— Pep” Music washes ’way from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Genevieve Orr— Billie” 'May good nature and good sense be ever united.” Kathleen Palmer— Taddy” Loquacity storms rhe car; but modesty take; the heart.” Michael Pawk— Mike” A silent tongue and a true heart are the most admirable things on earth.” Maxine Phillips—- Max” Kvcryone likes a good who’s just sport, and here’s that sort.” a girl THE SENIOR MAGNET 23 •513V 'fjf Shirley Phillips— Shirley Charms strike the sight and merit wins the soul.” William Ralston— Tut Eloquence is saying the proper th ng and then stopping.” Eugi.ni: Ramsi-y— Gene No wisdom like silence.” Grace Rhodablrgur— Grade” I profess not talking; only this, let each mao do his best.” Mary Riddle— Fanny” Short is my date but deathless my renown. Pa u l Rill y— Rain he w” Happy am I, from care I’m free; Why aren’t they all content like me? 24 'SIC THE SENIOR MAGNET SWV Margaret Lois Robb— M. L.” How’er it be. it seems to me ’Tis only noble to be good.” Grace Rose— Blondie” A voice soft, gentle, and low is an excellent thing in woman.” Kathryn Rufj-— Kate” Kate is jolly and gay; She loves to ride around all day; So what could be nicer Than to ride in Katie’s Chrysler? Marie Schenck— Silence” It is well to be great; but it is better to be good.” Lois Shirmer— Shorty” A willing and cheerful classmate is she.” Lorayne Scheckengost— Lorrie” Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 25 1SV Soi vi ig Simonson— Satire” ”A welcome addition to our class.” Twila Smith— Ty” Happy is she who is content.” Raymond Snyder— Red” You can manufacture blondes but red hair comes natural.” Genevieve Somerville—”Gentry” Continual cheerfulness is a sign of wisdom.” Margaret Spang— Marg” Of all the arts, great music is the art to raise the soul above all earthly storms.” Vincent Stoughton— Vine” he learned man has always riches in himself.” 26 'Sir THE SENIOR MAGNET -twv Audrienne Stull—'''Shorty” Why be silent when there is so much to say? Charles Summerville— Chuck” 'Some men make more opportunities than they find.” William Tebay— Biddy” Greater men than I may have lived but I coubt it.” Wilbur Thomas— Tommie” ’Tis not what we have but what we en’oy that makes us happy.” Charlotte Torrance— Carlotta” Many can argue; not many, converse.” Virginia. Troutman— Ginny” Beauty is one of God’s gifts.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 27 -| 5V Mary Vogeley— Mary” No question is ever settled until it is settled right.” Dorothy Weisenstein— Dot” Simplicity in manner has an enchanting effect.” Virginia Wright— Ginny” A curly head of titian shade. And of course a pretty maid.” Esther Yost— Esther” Speaking comes by nature; silence, by understanding.” 28 'Sir THE SENIOR MAGNET 30 — THE SENIOR MAGNET • Just cAn Old Orench (Justom Virginia Lindsey Allan Porter, riding along the country roads in his little yellow roadster, surveyed the landscape with interest. This out-of-the-way place was new country to him, a man who had spent most of his time behind stifling city walls. The peace and beauty of the gently rolling hills held him with their loneliness. He was passing a farm house when suddenly he noticed that there was something queer about it—a proper enough farmhouse, surely, white with green shutters, standing back from the road on a proper green lawn decorated with proper enough flower beds; but the gate was blue, vivid Yale blue. Always hunting for new ideas, he wondered about that blue gate. People do not usually paint their gates b’ue. Lots of gates aren’t painted at all; but if they are, never blue. The blue gate intrigued him. In fact, he thought there might be a story there. That was the purpose of this motor trip through the middle Atlantic States, to find material for his next novel. He had already published two books which had sold reasonably well and was about to start another. His nose for news” picking up the scent, he stopped his little yellow roadster in front of the blue gate and, getting out, passed through this object of curiosity, up a shell-bordered path to the front door. Repeated twistings of the old fashioned bell finally summoned the mistress of the house. Having come into Pennsylvania only a few hours before, he was scarcely prepared for what he now beheld. The woman was dressed oddly enough to match her queer gate, he thought. A deep purple skirt partly covered by an ample black apron and worn with a bright green waist made up her attire. On her head was a neat cap, white as if to apologize for the other colors. Good morning, madam,” began Allan. I was wondering about your gate. Could I - - - - ?” Our gate? Oh my, yes! Come in, come in,” she said cordialiv, throwing wide the door and leading him into a large cool room with the blinds drawn. I’ll put these blinds up tout de suite” she exclaimed. Us don’t sit in ’ere except when we ’ave company.” You was wonderin’ about our gate,” she went on. We ’ave it painted yesterday. It look nice, n’est-ce pas? Our Annie Marie, she ’ave come home Wednesday; and she give us an awful bawling out yesterday when she saw that gate. Oui, e’etait terrible! Maybe you’ll want to see ’er.” Well, I just - - - - , Oui, I know ’ow it is. She’ll be ome for dinner. She went in town this morning to buy me some flower seed. You stay to dinner and meet le pere, too.” Thank you, very much, but I’m afraid I can’t. I just wanted to know about—” THE SENIOR MAGNET 31 Oui, c’est bien. I understand. Where’re you from, anyhow, and what’s your name?” I’m Allan Porter. My home is in New York.” New York? Maybe you know my cousin there, Alma Paradie, she married a Johnson?” Allan not being able to claim acquaintance with cousin Alma, his hostess withdrew to attend her cooking, leaving him no choice but to stay in the parlor awaiting dinner. He looked around curiously; stuffed horsehair furniture, artificial flowers, hooked rugs, an immense Bible with all the family births, deaths, and marriages recorded in it, a marble-topped table with a plush-bound album of fami'y photographs, on the wall, Anna Marie’s diploma from the Lampeter Vocational School. What a room! The musty atmosphere gave it a funeral tinge. Then his hostess came back and conducted him to the kitchen where a steaming dinner was already on the table. Once out of that awful parlor, his lungs seemed to expand, and he felt more at ease. The kitchen was pleasant enough with hard board floors, immaculately scrubbed, everything near and sunny looking, appetizing odors of well-cooked food. Men were trooping into the room, the farmer and his hired hands. Jean Paradie, his host, was a sturdy big Frenchman, black-headed, and flushed from his work in the potato field. Beside the table stood Annie Marie. Allen observed her with mild interest, a nice enough looking girl, pink cheeked and brunette, wearing instead of clothes like her mother’s a white sport dress. Mrs. Paradie addressed her hu band. Pere, this fellow saw our blue gate and stopped in. His name is Porter, and ’es from way up in New York. 1 asked ’im if ’e knew Cousin Alma, but ’e didn’t.” So, you wanted to see our Annie Marie?” said the farmer to his guest. Annie Marie, meet Mr. Porter.” Allen was beginning to feel at sea. Would he never get around to the subject of that blue gate? Well, he would stick the thing through. It was ju;t one more experience for him. It would make a grand page in his note book. Let’s eat, ma chere femme,” said the hungry farmer; so the party sat down at the table. Practically every inch of the red-checked table-cloth was covered with dishes. Some of the food was totally unfamiliar to him, the main dish, for instance. He had decided that it was cornstarch when Mr. Paradie took a generous spoonful and passed it to his guest, who soon discovered that it was cottage cheese, smearcase. The conversation was not very animated. The three hired men and their employer applied themselves wholly to their food. Annie Marie and her mother made trivial remarks to keep up the table talk. In the course of the 32 THB SENIOR MAGNET ■M ——— ' ' — -JMl conversation, Allen learned that she had just graduated from Woolson College, a girl’s school near Chambersburg. Oui, she would go to college. She was that dead set on it; so we humored her along,” her mother remarked. What are you going to do now, Miss Paradie?” Allan asked, wondering why her father gave him such a peculiar look. At the end of the meal, the hired men rose and left the hoom, wordlessly as they had entered. The farmer lingered and offered to show their guest around the farm. I’ll walk ’im around the barns and down to see the potato fields, while you wimen clean up,” he said as they started out, Allan still meditating about the gate. Perhaps,” he thought, he’ll tell me about it.” A half hour later they returned. Mrs. Paradie was placidly rocking on the front porch, with Annie Marie, book in hand, on the top step. We’ll leave you two to do some courting now,” said Mr. Paradie with a knowing nod to his wife, and the pair of them beat a retreat through the door. Courting!” echoed Allan, dumfounded, looking at Annie Marie, who had flushed a dull red. Courting! Good heavens! What had he got into? She took up the conversation unwillingly, as though she felt it were her duty. You don’t understand what they were talking about, do you? I don’t blame you, and I certainly want to beg your pardon. It’s all on account of that silly blue gate!” Ah! The blue gate at last,” he thought. Perhaps this was going to be interesting. Don’t beg my pardon. Miss Paradie. I must confess, though, that I don’t know what this is all about, and if you will be so kind as to enlighten me,—I’m a stranger around here, you know, and I merely stopped in this morning to ask the significance of that gate. It rather interested me, and I thought it might give me an idea for my next story.” And you walked right into a courtship. My parents thought you wanted to marry me. Heavens! Isn’t it awful?” she said disgustedly. Here I am, graduated from college the other day and wanting to go places and do things, and then they jump on me with a crazy old French practice like that. You see how ready they are to receive anyone. Thank heaven I’m leaving next week to be a director at a camp for the rest of the summer! I guess I can stall them off that long.” But I still don’t understand. What has the blue gate to do with it?” Oh, yes, of course. Well, you see, it’s just an old French custom. A blue gate means that there is an unmarried, eligible daughter in the house, and it’s a sign for all the country swains to come around. Now do you understand?” Yes, I understand now! But did you, too, think I had come a—wooing?” Oh, no. I knew better.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 33 Well, what to do now? If I merely walk off, your parents will think I’ve jilted you; and far be it from me to jilt a lady!” I really think you had better go. I’ll explain to them. And don’t worry about the jilting. Sir Gallant. I am already engaged, but I haven’t broken the news yet.” Congratulations! And will you let me use your blue gate in my story?” Of course. Be sure to send me a copy of the book, too.” So they said good-bye. Allan Porter, riding along the country roads in his little yellow roadster, surveyed the landscape with caution; this was interesting territory, no doubt, but treacherous. Henceforth, he must be especially wary of blue gates. Shortly after Christmas that year, Annie Marie received a package from New York. Opening it, she found a new book, a blue gate on its cover, and written on its fly leaf the words, Just an Old French Custom!” Solitude Grace Rhodaberger The snow-capped mountains tower high To meet the heaven’s blue; The shaggy pine trees raise their heads 'With greenness ever new; The lonely lake reflects the scene, Of trees and mountains high; And soft white clouds, like lacy veils. Are drifting ’cross the sky. The valley flowers blossom gay Along the still lake’s side; And, in the distance, blue-grey trees, Where shy wood-creatures hide; Still higher up, they greyer grow; Then comes the timber-line. Oh! would that I could truly say This solitude were mine. 34 THE SENIOR MAGNET 91 ' '---- Jeff’s treasure Beulah Jaffe Jeff, the hero of my tale, was as truly a part of the Southern Confederacy as the greater Jeff at Richmond. Indeed, were it not for the humbler Jeff, and the class he representd, the other Jeff would never have attained his eminence. Jeff’s prospects were as dark as himself. He owned nothing, not even himself; yet his dream of riches is the motive of my story. Jeff was a native Virginian. His sturdy physique and full, shining face showed that slavery had brought no horrors into his experience. He had sometimes indulged, it is true, in vague yearnings for freedom; but these had been checked by hearing that liberty meant working for Yankees,” appalling news to an indolent soul. He was a house-servant and man-of-all-work in a family whose means had always been limited, and whose men were in the Confederate Army. His missus” evidenced a sort of weary content when he had been scolded or threatened into the completion of his tasks by nightfall. He then gave her and her daughter some compensation for their trials by producing his fiddle and making the warm summer evening resonant with a kind of music only a negro can evoke. Jeff was an artist and had a complacent consciousness of the fact. In waiting on tables, washing dishes, and hoeing the garden, he was as great a laggard as Pegasus would have been if compelled to the labors of a cart-horse; but when night came and uncongenial toil was over, his soul expanded into music. His services naturally come to be in great demand; so it happened that Jeff often played at the more pretentious residences of the neighborhood; sometimes fiddling in the detached kitchen of a Southern mansion or again in the lighted parlor, especially when the Confederate troops were quartered near. These were moments of glory for Jeff. He made the slave forget his bondage; the poor whites, their poverty; maidens, the absence of their fathers, brothers, and lovers; and the soldier, the chances against his return. At last, there came a summer day when other music than that of Jeff’s fiddle resounded through that region. Near Jeff’s home, two armies met and grappled through the long sultry hours. Every moment, death wounds were given and received. With the dusk came silence, except as it was broken by the groans and cries of wounded men; later the contending forces departed, having accorded to the fallen such poor burial as was given them when life was cheap and death the chief harvester in Virginia. After a day or two, Jeff came out of the hiding place to which he had retreated from the terror of the battle,' but the memory of the resolutions inspired by his fright still gave to his black visage an unusual seriousness, and in the evening his fiddle wailed out psalm tunes to the entire exclusion of its former rollicking strains. Gradually, however, he began to recover, so that when a few days later a bit of news was brought to Jeff, he listened excitedly. A colored boy, more THE SENIOR MAGNET 35 venturesome than he, was said to have picked up some real Linkum” money on the battlefield. The temptation was too strong. Jeff resolved that with the coming night he also would explore the region, in spite of the nameless terrors which it still held for him. Having satisfied himself that the spirits of the dead could have no controversy with him, Jeff mustered sufficient resolution to visit the field that night. He took no one into his confidence, fearing if he discovered treasures of any kind, he would not be left in undisturbed possession. Jeff thought he had reasoned himself into such a valorous state that he could walk across the deserted battlefield with nonchalance; but as he entered a deeply shadowed dirt road, he found strange, creeping sensations running up and down his spine. The moonlight filtered through the leaves with fantistic effects touching the faces of the men who had fallen by the score, and whose bodies still lay everywhere. As he wound here and there and zigzagged in all directions lest he should step on a body, his head felt as if his very wool were losing its curl; but he still mustered sufficient courage not to retreat. For a time, nothing of value rewarded Jeff’s search; and he began to succumb to the gruesome influences of the place. At last he resolved to examine just one more thicket and then go home. Pushing the bushes aside he uttered an exclamation of surprised terror, for he saw the figure of a soldier, sitting with his back against the fence, a ghastly bullet-hole in his temple. At his feet, dropped evidently from his nerveless hand, lay a metal box. Frozen to the spot, for some moments Jeff was in doubt whether to take to his heels homeward or to reconnoitre again. His cupidity, however, slowly mastered his fears. Since the figure remained motionless, Jeff, at last, made a headlong plunge, clutched the box, then ran half a mile without daring to look back. He reached the edge of the forest in apparent safety, but he must be sure that he had not been followed; the question of future ownership of the treasure must be settled. There was only one way. He must hide the box in a secret nook; and if it remained undisturbed for a reasonable length of time, he might hope to enjoy it. Accordingly, he stole into the dense wood again and buried his booty at the foot of a persimmon tree. The next day in his work about the house, Jeff was every more exasperating than usual. Something seemed to be on his mind. That evening as soon as all were sleeping, he stole to the persimmon tree. Now I ax you,” he beamed as he delved at the roots, ef you ebber done see such luck!” His treasure was still there. The box seemed heavy as he took it out, and wholly unlike anything he had ever seen before. Ob cose it’s got money in it,” Jeff reasoned. Nuffin else ’ud be done up so light and strong.” Jeff’s deportment now became a puzzle. Afraid to open the box to see how much was actually there, or preferring to live in his dream, the influence of potential riches was still quite as marked upon him as upon so many of his white brothers and sisters, proving their essential kinship. He began to 36 THE SENIOR MAGNET ■- ■— sniff disdainfully at his menial tasks. Of one thing he was certain. He had been paying his court to a girl as black as himself on a neighboring plantation; but he now regarded that affair as preposterous. She ain’ good nuff fer me no mo’,” he reasoned. Tse gwine ter shine up ter dat yeller Sukey dat’s been a-holdin’ her head so high ober ter Marse Perkin’s. I’se invited to play dar ter-night, and I’ll make dat gal open her eyes.” Jeff carried out his high-handed measures and appeared that evening at Marse Perkins’ ” with a ring of portentious size. It had something of the color of gold, and that is the best that could be said of it; but it had left its purchaser penniless. This fact sat lightly on Jeff’s mind, however, for he remembered the box at the foot of the persimmon tree. Before the evening was over, Jeff had entered into an alliance with Sukey. She had promised to become Mrs. Jeff Hobbles. She was not the first of her sex to be pursuaded by a cavalier and promised gold to take a leap into the dark. An escape to Washington was agreed upon as soon as circumstances permitted. Sukey was, however a sagacious damsel. True, she had the ring, but that was not the price of her hand. It did not take her many days to remember Jeff had not yet opened the box, and she became a little sceptical about its contents. Nothing less than had been promised would answer now; when she stole out to meet Jeff a few evenings later, she told him so. Like many a higher-born suitor before him, Jeff had to succumb, with the added chagrin of remembering that he had first suggested to Sukey this purely business-like aspect. An hour later, Jeff, armed with his dog and axe, started out to break the treasure box which he had been hoarding. How quiet it was around the persimmon tree! The mysterious box soon gleamed in the pale moonlight. Surely, when he struck the blow, that beauty which captivates young and old alike would dazzle his eyes. Exultant with anticipation, he struck the box. An ancient, fish-like smell filled the air; Jeff sank to the ground and stared. Sardines and rancid oil instead of golden dollars in his treasure box! The bewildered negro knew' not what to do. Had fish been the original content of the box, or had the soldier’s ghost transformed the gold into this horrid mess? He looked fearfully into the shadows. One thing, however, was clear; he had lost, not only Sukey, but prestige. He would become the laughing stock and by-word of all the colored boys for miles around. It was too much for poor Jeff. The black boy and his fiddle vanished that night, leaving nothing to sustain poor Sukey under the gibes of her associates except the ring, which she eventually learned was as brazen as her own ambition. Jeff wandered into the services of a Union officer whose patience he tried even more than that of his tolerant Southern mistress; but, when by the campfire at night-fall he brought forth his violin, all his shortcomings were condoned. THE SENIOR MAGNET 37 cA dModerndMaud. effluller (With apologies to 'Whittier) Lois Margaret Robb Maud Muller on a summer's day Typed with speed—well 1 should say! Under the shorn thatch of her dome. Was a space that nothing called its home. Chewing, she worked and cracked her gum; If her jaws didn't ache, I dunno how come! But when she glanced to the far-down street. Black with autos parked so neat, Tlje cracking stopped, and she breathed a sigh. Then tossed her head and held it high. For the boss' son stepped from his car, He seemed above her so very far. He entered the office and sat down to rest; Ah! Ijow her heart beat in her breast. Then he asked for a pencil and paper, too. For he had some work he wanted to do. She helped him with an experienced hand, Though at his mistakes she t yought, rrO Land! Then into the office came young Sue Grave; She was so pretty, she made the men rave. Maud's smile was gone; she went back to her work For this, she knew, she must never shirk. But Sue of herself a nuisance made And gave him hindrance and not aid. Until he wished her far away, And that forever she would stay. When Sue left, lye was not sad But said, 1 really do feel glad, For Sue is not the girl for me. Miss Muller, will you marry me? Now the boss' stenog is the boss' son's wife, And there has been happiness in each one's life. The moral of this tale, tis plain: Just lend a hand, and joy you’ll gain. 38 THE SENIOR MAGNET ■ ■ ™ _ ... .i — -i - he c3 Curdy Qurdy eTKlan Helen Blaklcy The melodious strains of St. Lucia announced his arrival. There’s the Hurdy Gurdy Man!” was the glad cry re-echoed in every child’s heart. They ran around the corner towards the music and Tony! Tony towered above their lifted heads like the glowing dahlia does above the sturdy aster. Indeed, however rich the children were, they regarded him as the aster might the dahlia. He was very tall, slim, and broad-shouldered. His swarthy skin was set off by the rich red of his cheeks and lips, the sparkle of his black eyes, . and the gleam of his teeth, as white and perfect as matched pearls. At the unanimous demands of the youngsters and their nurses, who had followed their charges, Tony sang. His voice was deep, smooth, and vibrating. During the song, Bimbo, his ugly little monkey, jumped around receiving pennies, nickels, and even occasional quarters and half-dollars. After the music, Tony played with the children. Thus it was from day to day, from street to street, and from park to park. He was known as the man with the smile that never fails.” Every night, he left the wide, airy streets to go to a narrow, dark alley in the slums. At the farthest end of this, in the greyest, most grimy, but somehow cheeriest house dwelt Tony. There was always the little white bed with its precious burden awaiting him in the dim light. This nest held his crippled daughter. Somehow, there was always a terrible ache, a never-ending pain, in Tony’s heart when his eyes rested on this bundle of humanity. Strangely, it was here among the greyncss and the pain that Tony had learned to smile. He had to do something ta stop that gnawing in his breast—that gnawing that has not stopped even now, when the man with the smile that never fails” is one of the most noted and richest singers in the world. Under the Grace Rhodaberger When I am under the stars—alone, Ym thrilled with a feeling, hard to own; ’Tis not the feeling of terror or fear; But it seems to me a Presence is near Which is not felt when the skies are blue Or when the majestic sun shines through, But only felt in the quiet night When evening sets the stars alight, And God sets all His candles there To tell us of His love and care. TMG SENIOR MAGNET 39 •K3V ‘Worthy o Win Kathy ync Miller The first real test of the varsity track team came at an indoor meet early in March, and the interest of the college lay in the mile-run. Was Bob Gale still Yardham’s champion milcr, or would he be compelled to surrender his crown to the brilliant freshman. Jack Carter? It was a question that would be answered in a few hours. A little while before the meet, Carter tapped on Farraday’s door. Farra-day, of the varsity basketball squad, had broken an ankle and so was forced to stay indoors. I’ll just say 'hello’ before 1 go over to the gym,’’ thought Carter. His first knock brought no response, so Carter knocked again. Come in,” cried a voice. The runner pushed open the door; and when Farraday looked up with a haggard face, Carter hurried to him. What’s the trouble, Jim?” he asked. Farraday held out a note. Billy’s gone,” he gasped. Carter took up the paper and read: 1 am leaving tonight on the eight-fourteen. I have made a miserable failure of college, so am leaving. Do not try to find me. Bill.” That’s bad,” said Carter slowly. Perhaps, it is for the best, if he gets a fresh start somewhere—” But it isn’t that,” interrupted Farraday. English, in the next room, has missed some money. What if Bill took it? I can pay that back, but it’s having him leave under this suspicion; it must have been some sudden tempta- . • ) J tion. Does anyone know your brother took the money?” questioned Carter. No, I haven’t seen anybody since I received the note,” Farraday answered. But Bill is such a reckless kid. If 1 could just sec him for one minute. The train isn’t gone yet; but it leaves in a few minutes, and it’s a mile and a half to the station. If I didn’t have this broken leg, I could catch him with English’s bike.” I see,” said Carter, and then after a few moment’s hesitation, I’ll catch him.” You! Why you---------Carter, I didn’t mean that.” Farraday’s voice was vibrant with astonishment. You can’t; you’re in training; you’re down for a race in another hour. This chase would tire you; you’ll lose your stride and—” Well, what if I do?” said the runner. You don’t mean that you would give it all up, just to reach Billy before it is too late?” said Farraday, as he stared at his friend. Carter nodded. Got any trouser guards?” he asked. 40 THE SENIOR MAGNET They’re on the wheel,” said Farraday, his eyes following Carter anxiously to the head of the stairs. Once outside, Carter lifted the bicycle into position, put a foot on the inside pedal, and swung his leg over the saddle. Then he leaned forward a little and bore down with all the muscle he possessed. There were only a few precious minutes left, and he must make the station in time. Pumping desperately, he used every ounce of energy he could muster, energy which he had been saving for his coming race, in order to get all possible speed; onward he sped; his breath came in gasps; the lighted shop windows fairly whirled past. He ran through a traffic light, missing a slow-moving wagon by inches. Then on and on. How he stopped the bicycle at the station he never knew. The train was in, and the passengers were crowding onto the platform. Carter saw the younger Farraday; he ran up and laid his hand on his arm. Carter was breathing too rapidly to talk. Oh, it’s you, Carter,” said Billy nervously as he picked up his suitcase. You’re—you’re not going,” gasped Carter. Why?” I read your note to your brother,” said Carter, and you did not say that you had borrowed the money—” What money?” Farraday asked. Why, the bills that English had in his desk. As soon as your brother discovered you were gone, he—” He thought I took them,” finished Farraday. I’m a bad lot, Carter, but I’m not a thief!” The boy squared his shoulders hotly. I never saw that money.” I’ve been a fool,” said Carter, but if you’ll forgive me—” I’ll go back with you,” said Farraday. I owe it to myself.” The brother on his crutches met them at the top of the stairs. English has found the money; it was all a piece of carelessness on his part, and I should not have jumped at conclusions.” A minute later, the two brothers clasped hands and went into the room, forgetting Carter altogether. Carter hurried swiftly toward the big gym. He was late, too late for his much needed rubbing, but he offered no explanations to Keating, the track captain, and hurried onto the track after only time enough to change his clothes. His race was ghastly. His legs faltered, and his stride broke in a dozen places. Even allowing for stage-fright, he should not do so poorly as this; the freshman doesn’t seem to have any stamina in him,” thought the crowd. Gale, his opponent, ran evenly and well, though not brilliantly. He took first place easily, however, and the crowd cheered frantically. The coach laid down a paper on which he had been figuring and looked at the members of the track team. To win the dual-meet with Dunlap on Saturday,” he said slowly, we must take first place in the mile run.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 41 -Tf---------------------------- ■ -1- ■ For a moment, there was no response. Then in a challenging tone, the coach said, Well, Gale?” Gale shrugged his shoulders. I’ll do my best,” he declared. The coach’s eyes wandered on around the room. Carter?” he said. The freshman flushed with embarrassment. Down in his heart he felt that he was fully capable of beating Gale. He felt like crying oud at the top of his voice that he could win the race. Instead, he answered, meekly, Gale won from me in the try-outs; but I’ll try wherever you want me.” The coach brought his fist down on the bench. I want every ounce you’ve both got,” he said. Our only chance to win the mile run lies in 'pulling’ their runners. The trick is old, but a man isn’t himself when he’s running, and the best runner is apt to misjudge his speed. Then it is settled. Carter, you will do the 'pulling’ and allow Gale to win the race. That’s all, fellows.” Carter then began to realize what the coach’s decision meant to him. He, who had trained all spring and half of the winter, was to come in last in the mile run. Even now, he could see the race. At the start, the runners would be off at the same surging gait. Then he would increase his speed a little and draw away from the others. Bit by bit, he would advance until the runners of the other team would become alarmed and try to gain his side. Still he would keep up the rapid gait until Gale should be far in the rear coming along with easy strides, in sharp contrast to the short quick steps of the others! Then on the last quarter mile, Gale would quicken his stride and, still comparatively fresh, pass him with a burst of speed reserved for the last sprint. Then would come the finish. First, Gale would break the tape. Next, the two runners of the other team, completely exhausted, would struggle across the line, and last, far to the rear, he would fight on to the finish, amid the taunts of those who did not understand the sacrifice. It was not alone the thought of the crowd’s verdict that hurt him, for he was willing to make the sacrifice for his school, but to think that he was to aid Gale to win, when he was sure that he could outrun him! He must sacrifice it all for the honor of his college; he must be big enough, strong enough. It was broad daylight when Carter awoke the morning of the meet. The air was heavy with the soft dampness of early spring. During the forenoon, some of the fellows dropped in with a word of good luck for Carter. Early in the afternoon, he went to the athletic grounds and watched the crowds that were arriving. Both Yardham and Dunlap had a large following, and each was sure of victory. Time for the meet came quickly. Almost before he knew it, Carter had lain down on the great bare table and had his muscles loosened by careful kneading and rubbing. He then slipped into his track suit and took his place upon the cinders. As he set himself, he looked at the other three men. Gale was on the outer edge of the track; a Dunlap man on his left, another on his right. Then 42 THE SENIOR MAGNET --!!-■ . ' Mm came the sharp commands, the pistol shot, and they were off with long, measured strides. After a long moment, Carter, almost afraid, took a longer step and quickened his stride. First, he feared that his change in pace had been noticeable; but, looking back, he found the others at his elbow. Bit by bit, he increased his speed until he knew that he must be setting a pace that would soon tire the others. At the second lap, Carter was' fully thirty yards ahead of the nearest man, his rivals running anxiously, and Gale last. Just how well the plan would finally work could not be decided until the last lap, but it seemed to Carter that the two rival runners looked already very much exhausted, and Gale—Gale was following rather too closely, Carter thought, and wondered if he were still fresh. Carter himself was breathing hard and keeping pace only in a mechanical way. He was glad he was not expected to sprint that last few yards. As he rounded the curve of the track at the finish of the third lap. Carter took a quick glance back at the other runners. Then he gasped suddenly, lost step, and almost fell. He could not see Gale! There was a blurred sight of two other runners, already gaining upon him; but back of them, where Gale had been, the track lay bare and deserted. Had he given up the race? There was no time, however, for thought; there was but one determination in Carter’s mind; he must win the race himself. He crossed the line and started on the last lap. Far in the rear, the other two men qusekened their pace and began to draw up nearer. Some one in the grandstand yelled a word of encouragement and Carter tried to move his tired legs faster. Half-way around the track he stumbled from sheer exhaustion. By the time he had forced his )cgs into the stride again, he could hear the labored breathing of some other runner close behind. With desperate energy, he dug his spikes into the cinders and leaped ahead. He began to count now, out loud, that he might keep his stride; for he knew that if he lost it, his chance of winning would go with it. Carter fully realized that his chances of winning were small. He had intentionally tired himself at the start, with no thought of being forced to the terrible strain of a sprint on the last lap. As he ran, he kept his eyes fixed on the track; it seemed to be rushing up to meet him, and he thought that he swayed and reeled. Sometimes his foot hit the cinders too soon, and sometimes the track dropped down almost out of reach. He had lost all account of his position until his eyes fell upon the holes the runners of the hundred yard dash had dug in starting. He knew that the (race was almost ended, and he forced his legs up and down with his last bit of strength. He was close to the finish now, running with mouth open and eyes ha!f-shut. He staggered from side to side; then he saw the tape just ahead. There was one second when the tape seemed to melt away; then he came upon it and felt it break across his chest. He had won the race! Carter fell anto the arms of waiting friends; and as the announcer bellowed through the megaphone, First place in the mile run. Carter of Yard- THE SENIOR MAGNET 43 TfcSV far- ham,” he smiled broadly, for his college had won the meet and he had won the mile-run. As he was leaving the field, the megaphone called out some other announcement. What was it?” asked Carter, half-dazed. Don’t you know?” asked the coach. You broke the intercollegiate record for the mile-run!” Seniors Ro Holly Up the marble stairways, Down the crowded halls, We daren't start a-running For fear a teacher calls; Fat seniors, slim seniors, Trooping altogether— In our four years of high school, We've sure worn out shoe-leather! Up upon the second floor We all make our Ijomes; We live on dry old Latin books And quaint English poems. 217 IxAds some of us; Room 201 the rest; We shine in the class-room, But home rooms are best. In the Butler Fligh School Four years of work and care We've spent all together and Found pleasures here and there. Now the time is coming When each shall go his way; With hopes of future meeting, An re voir! Goodbye!” we say. THE SENIOR MAGNET 44 .ole Percy’s Unlucky U Charlotte Torrance The California Limited was puffing up the low Sierras that stood snowcapped and beautiful against the purplish-blue sky. The early morning sun shone brightly; all the world, seemed full of joy. The washroom of the train was crowded with men swaying this way and that with the swaying motion of the train. Here was a slim young fellow who had been trying for five minutes to shave one tiny spot under his chin. In several places, there were scratches and a few drops of blood. After one more attempt at the unfortunate spot, he said a few words not found in Webster and went at it again. Momentarily, the train stopped its mad swaying and the dangerous task was completed to the satisfaction of the shaver. A moment later, our hero with his face covered with soap and vainly trying to find a towel, again presented a picture of mingled wrath and despair. Percival Oliver Van Dorn might be the very best salesman for Pins, Pins, and Pins Co., but his nerves were certainly not of the best today. Sampertown in five minutes,” called the brakeman. That’s my station,” exploded Oliver. Great guns! I’m not dressed yet.” He scrambled out of the crowded dressing-room and hurried through the suit-case filled aisle, finally reaching his lower berth, but not before he had tripped one dignified old lady who almost had heart failure at the manners of this rude young man. As the train slowed down, Percy was literally thrown off the platform. Setting down his suit case, he gazed angrily after the departing train. He had been the only passenger to get off, and the depot was quite deserted. Gazing down, he blushed with shame at the way he was dressed. One shoe was untied; one pant leg was turned up; the tail of his shirt was hanging out beneath his coat; his vest was buttoned so that it hung in folds about his slim figure. Oliver weighed only one hundred and thirty-five pounds; he was all of six feet tall; it was difficult to maintain his dignity at best, and this morning had been just too much. His near-sighted, greenish-gray eyes behind their thick-lensed glasses, plainly showed his perturbation. Even Oliver’s suitcase was blushing. Poor, battered, ill-used piece of baggage, it was bulging awkwardly and from two places could be seen parts of hastily packed garments. After glancing about for a moment, Percival Oliver dropped to his knees before the bag, and in five minutes was fit to be presented to society. In fact, he was just finishing tying his shoe string, when two rather heavy-set men pushed open the depot door. Yep, that’s him,” said one glancing at a photograph and then at Percy Oliver. Yes, I think that is him,” replied the other. Your car is waiting outside, sir,” said the former of the two speakers. THE SENIOR MAGNET 45 Thank you, gentlemen. I was just wondering if any one would meet me,” said the Honorable Percy Oliver. Where is James?” inquired gentleman number two. James? Oh, I left him at home. He hates to go visiting.” He hates to .go visiting, does he? Um—well—” Yes, he is terrible on the train,” replied Percy Oliver. As Percy rode away between these two gentlemen, he found his goodnature somewhat restored. How are Jack and Mrs. Bung and the little Bungs?” he inquired politely. How are Jack ;and Mrs. Bung and the little Bungs? Why, er—oh yes! they are just fine,” replied gentleman number one, with a significant glance at gentleman number two. Conversation rather lagged, because after a few remarks about the weather, Oliver couldn’t think of anything to say, and neither of the two gentlemen contributed a word. Well, here we are,” said the gentlemen in unison as the car stopped before a frame building set far back from the street. Gallantly, Percival Oliver Van Dorn stepped out of the car and approaching the house slowly, gazed about the yard. He had never visited the Bungs before but had hardly expected them to have so .large an establishment. Jack must have made a pile of money since he was married,” he thought. The yard was enclosed by a great iron fence through the gate of which they had driven. Inside the enclosure were several large groups of fine shade trees, and flower beds were scattered over the lawn. The two gentlemen followed closely in the footsteps of Percy Oliver. As they approached the porch, the door swung open, and a young girl neatly dressed in pure white stepped out. Here he is,” said the gentlemen in unison Are you Mrs. Bung?” politely asked Percy Oliver. Mrs. B-B-Bung?” stammered the nurse. Yes, Mrs. Bung, you know, Miss Cline,” said gentleman number two, making signs behind Mr. Van Dorn’s back. Er-er-oh yes. No, I’m not, but she will be here in a few minutes. But first let me take you to your room,” replied the young lady, readily understanding the significant signs of the two men. By this time, Percival Oliver began to suspect something. He was puzzled. There was something fishy about it all. He gave the men a puzzled look and, taking a few steps, stopped at the foot of the wide stairway. Say,” he demanded, who do you think I 'am?” Why, you are Jasper S. Lakeman.” Who? I am not! I’m Percival Oliver Van Dorn; and, though I have never seen it, I am sure this is not the home of my friend, Jack Bung. I demand that you take me back to the station immediately.” We cannot do that, sir.” Why can’t you? I demand that this outrage be explained!” Percy Oli- 4 i THE SENIOR MAGNET ver was becoming very red. He always had the bad habit of becoming red when very angry. Come up stairs with me,” pleaded the nurse. I will not.” Oh, yes, you will,” said the two gentlemen, simultaneously, making a dive for him. Oliver saw them coming and, turning, dashed through the French window. The two gentlemen, followed by the nurse, dashed after Mr. P. 0. Van Dorn. The iron gate was locked. Around and around the yard they rped, Percy Oliver, the two gentlemen, and the nurse. Soon, Oliver began to be breathless. His heart was never very good anyhow. He twisted around to see how closely they - were following him and failed to notice the gard-ner’s hose lying in the middle of the path. Of course, he had to trip on it. Down crashed poor Oliver, sprawling over the green grass. His hat flew in one direction while Percival Oliver flew in the other. Poor boy! his ifate was sealed when those so-called gentlemen pounced upon his unfortunate person. What can one hundred and thirty-five pounds do against an aggregate of four hundred? They easily carried the angry Mr. Van Dorn into the house, although he struggled until he was weak. Depositing him on a bed, they proceeded to tie him to it. By the time they had him tied securely, they were breathless. Let me up,” yelled the once dignified Oliver. I’ll have you arrested for this outrage! Let me up! Do you hear? I’ll—” The remaining words were choked off by a handkerchief hastily thrust into the tender mouth of Percy. Whee—what a patient!” sighed the nurse. Do tell me about it.” I don’t know much,” explained gentleman number one, except that he was waiting at the station when we came. I don’t know how he escaped from James, nor do I know where James is. I gather from his conversation that he thinks he is going to visit a friend.” Who is that coming up the drive?” demanded the nurse looking out the window. I don’t know, but you are right. Here comes someone.” They had not long to wait. Hey, is he here?” yelled a man who rushed into the room. It was James Kirkland. James Kirkland was an A No. 1 caretaker. In fact, as he expressed it himself, he was the most expert caretaker of epileptics, kleptomaniacs, and fanatics in California. Just at present, James was very angry. His patient had evaded him. Honest and truly, for once, James Kirkland’s patient had evaded him and had escaped. Who—me? Oh, well er—I’ve been hunting for him. He got away at the last station over at Jakesvillc. Let me see him, will you?” Here he is.” James Kirkland gave one look at the man strapped to the bed and then exploded. Hey, what have you done to him? Jasper Lakeland wasn’t all scratched up when I saw him last, and lemme see—did he have on a green THE SENIOR MAGNET 47 at - —-----'------- — ------- ------- - —---------!WV suit? Gosh!—Heck—I don’t know—this sure does look like him. Here, let this fellow up till J see—” You just wait till I get up,” glared Percival Oliver’s grayish-green eyes. Then, just at that psycho'ogical moment, Help! Help! Quick!” shrilled a voice from the hall. What’s the matter, Nurse Gray?” Quick! The kitchen is blazing and the whole house is on fire! Get all the patients out, quick!” There was a scramble and a rush as the nurses in couples carried out patients. Some one even remembered to carry out Percy Oliver, still tied down as he was. Such luck! If he could have had just one chance at that smart James Kirkland! At such a moment, to have the house take fire! Poor, dignified Percival Oliver, strapped down to a bed under a big tree in the yard, his mouth still stuffed, his face red, quite red, with anger and mortification! Suppose the Bungs should see him at the present moment. He writhed under ,his bonds. Why couldn’t somebody leave that infernal bucket brigade long enough to let him loose? Then out at the road, he heard more terrible confusion worse confounded. Some one had thought to ring for the fire-truck from Jakesville, since Sampertown was still too small a place for a fire engine house, and the promised aid was just now arriving. Percival Oliver gazed at the big red fire-truck; then his face turned positively pale. Would no one pay any attention to that long slim boob who was swinging himself down from his crazy perch on the back? He was all of six feet tall and could not weigh over one hundred and thirty-five pounds; his shoes were untied, and his pant leg turned up, and the tail of his shirt hung down from under his coat; his grayish-green eyes, peering through his thick-lensed glasses, blazed with excitement. Gosh!” groaned Pervival Oliver, am I here or is that me?” But Percival Oliver in' his wildest moments had never dreamed of acting as this new-comer was doing. Apparently, he was completely crazed by the fire. He would run around the building now blazing brightly far up into the sky; then he would stop and seem to dance with joy at the bright flame. Then lie would clap his hands and start to run again. At last, he paused, completelv exhausted. Ah! Here was a nice bed to sit on. He came over and plunked himself down squarely on the thin, defenseless chest of Percival Oliver Van Dorn. They found him at last, quite indignant at this injustice done to one of his fellow-men, calling loudly for some one to come and untie his poor twin brother. Great guns!” said James Kirkland. Are there two of ’em?” s;- si- s:- Two hours later, Percival Oliver, having at last convinced the authorities that he was not slightly demented but only very, very angry, that he did not get off the train at the wrong station, that he had no mania for THE SENIOR MAGNET 48 ‘M ■■■—■■ - — ■ ■ .. ■ speeding fire-trucks, and that he had never seen this second edition of himself before, was on his way to the outskirts of the town to the little home of his good friends, the Bungs. There, for two days, he spent the time rehearsing his experience. Can you imagine my embarrassment,” he was saying for the tenth time, when I found myself in the hands of ithose people, who treated me just like a crazy person?” It must have been hard,” sympathized Mrs. Bung, for the tenth time, too. How could they have taken you for that dreadful Mr. Lakeman?” When I saw those two men at the station, I just naturally thought that Jack had been unable to meet me and that he had sent two of his salesmen instead. And when they asked about James, my dog—James never could stand to travel on the train, you know.” If Jack Bung laughed behind his paper, Percival Oliver did not see. He was quite his old dignified self again. It must have been an excruciating experience 'for you, Mr. Van Dorn, again murmured his hostess. Excruciating? Yeh, I’ll tell the world it was,” replied Percival Oliver. luilight Grace Rhodaberger The silent shadows stealing along the evening sky Are quietly proclaiming the end of day is nigh. The golden light is fading, the glorious sun has gone, But in the fairy cloudland, his memory lingers on. The grandeur of this cloud-world enthralls us with its power. If one would see this glory, he must share this wondrous hour When silently and softly the last rays of the light Proclaim to waiting people, Behold, it is the night!” The artist paints his picture, the poet pens his lay; Each tries to catch the beauty of the ending of the day; But all the artist’s colors or poet’s petty rhyme Can never give the beauty of the lovely twilight time. THE SENIOR MAGNET 49 5. 0- 5- Mary Vogeley Without doubt, the Society of Spinsters was the most exclusive club in Barry High School. This can be proved by the fact that, out of the 1,000 pupils of the school, only two could meet the requirements for membership. One had to promise never to take anything more than a passing interest in any member of the male sex; also, to promise that she would remain unmarried all her life. The idea had its origin in the mind of Phyllis (otherwise known as Flip” Martin) a Senior of many accomplishments in all fields—except love, and it finally spread so that now the Society of Spinsters, with its two female members, its blue and gold programs, and its monthly meetings, was flourishing. As Flip very formally explained at the first meeting, the purpose of the club was to elevate and noblize” spinsterhood. Any member found to be showing the slightest interest in any man between the ages of fifteen and fifty, would be very dishonorably expelled from the Society. The two members took this matter very seriously, in fact, almost too seriously. For example, if they, by any chance, happened to play that time-honored game, Old Maid,” each one made a desperate attempt to get that fatal card which a normal being shuns as if it were poison. And as another example: they could actually go to a football game without once remarking how thrilling this boy was, or what broad shoulders that one had! The Spinsters,” Flip and her class-mate Peggy Ruthers, were planning a most elaborate celebration of the anniversary of one year’s activities, and a very special program was arranged. This program was to include a week-end trip to some nearby city; there they would visit a museum for the purpose of looking up records and relics of famous women of history. Thus, on a certain Friday after school, the two girls were waving their respective mothers a fond farewell from a window of the 5: IS train bound for the city of Philadelphia. When they arrived there, they took a taxi to the hotel and spent the first part of the evening in the marble-pillared sofa-lined lobby; but soon the male guests of the hotel came strolling in, and then the girls thought it time to leave. They rang for the elevator and, after talking over for the hundredth time the plans for the next day, they retired. Bright and early on Saturday morning, they set out for the museum where they were to take notes and make sketches of relics of famous women. So, notebook in hand, they were wandering around, peering into musty show cases and leafing through files, when all at once Flip discovered that she was lost! How did she ever get into this room? Why, there was nothing in it but rows and rows of filing cabinets, and the room seemed deserted! Bur she failed to notice a figure bent over a desk in one corner of the room. This figure now arose, and a tall young man with fair hair and blue eyes frowned so THE SENIOR MAGNET slightly at her from over the desk top. Flip was so startled that she just managed to get out a little Oh!”. Didn’t you notice the sign on the door outside?” patiently questioned the boy. A sign? Why no.” That’s funny. It’s big enough. But I guess you’ve made a mistake. This is a private office.” By this time, Flip had recovered from her surprise and had the situation well in hand. Another one of those important, overbearing young men,” she thought; but aloud she said, I’m very sorry I interrupted you. I’ll go now.” But isn’t there something I could help you with—maybe look up something for you in these files? You see, I’m working here as an apprentice to the curator, and so far I’ve never had an opportunity to help anyone.” At this, Flip was enraged. As if I couldn’t do it as well myself,” she thought indignantly. But there was something wistful and appealing in the boy’s eyes; so instead of giving him a curt refusal, as she had planned, she stammered, Why-why, no. Yes, you can help me, too. Find me all the facts concerning Marie Antoinette’s old summer home in Versailles.” Whew! You certainly picked a tough subject and my first real job for a patron! But I’ll have it done in no time. Want to watch how I get at it?’’ Out of politeness (at least, that’s the excuse that Flip made to herself) she remained, and for two hours she and Lawrence Winters—that was the boy’s name—went carefully through the files hunting information concerning the French queen’s summer home. Larry—he explained to Flip that everyone called him that—must have found this girl very uncommunicative, for Flip said little during that two hour’s time. Her mind, however, was in a turmoil. What would Peggy say to this? And after all their vows to steer clear of all males! Indeed, this worried her more than the fact that at this very moment Peggy was probably searching frantically for her. At noon, the boy stopped his work and, turning to Flip, asked casually, Hungry?” A little,” she replied, then hastily added, but I’ll get lunch back at the hotel.” Why do that? I know a keen little place just across the street where we can get at least a cup of coffee.” Again Flip weakened, and soon she was looking across a tea table into the face of Lawrence Winters, and he was telling her about himself and his work. You see, when I graduated from high school, I was planning to go to college; but my father died and I thought mother needed me, so I started out to look for a job. I saw an ad in the paper stating that the museum wanted two young men; so Tommie Blake—that’s my best pal—and I applied for the positions and got them.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 51 Flip tried to look indifferent and bored; but, in spite of this attempt, she found herself becoming interested. Tom’s a good scout, all right,” Larry explained, but he’s a born woman-hater. Won’t even look at wo—” Here he broke off and stared, not at Flip, but at something across the room. Flip followed his gaze and what she saw almost stunned her. At a table at the far end of the tea room, sat Peggy and with her—a boy! Larry was gasping, Tom!” at the same moment that Flip was almost shouting, Peggy!” They were both over at the table as soon as they could stumble between the intervening tables and chairs. For fully five minutes, all four talked at once, yet no one could get a word of sense out of what the other was saying. Let’s sit down and get this straight,” Larry suggested. Flip told her story first; and when she finished, Peggy laughed. Why, our stories coincide almost exactly!” she exclaimed. As soon as I missed you, I rushed wildly about hunting you and bumped into this young man, almost knocking the wind out of him. He asked me if I were in trouble. Well, as a result, he offered to help me find you, and we spent the morning trying to solve the mystery of your disappearance. Hunger prompted Tommie to invite me to lunch. So, here we are!” Heigh-ho! Let’s drink a toast to our happy meeting,”( said Tom as he lifted his glass of water. Here’s to the happiness of two stranded girls.” And a toast to two museum boys,” giggled Peggy. Flip raised a glass and exclaimed, Here’s to the death of S. O. S. May it be a happy one!” On Saturday evening, Mrs. Martin and Mrs. Ruthers each received a telegram, both of which were identical in wording: HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME STOP MUSEUM MOST INTERESTING PLACE I’VE EVER BEEN IN STOP FIND THE SUBJECTS OF HUMAN NATURE VERY INTERESTING. LOVE, DAUGHTER. c fty (fM.use and I Grace Rhodaberger I said to my Muse, We are bidden to sing ; But my Muse answered never a single thing. So I coaxed and cajoled the whimsical fay. But all she would answer was, Nay, nay, nay! 1 said, Sing a song, just a gay little song, Just a sJx rt little lyric—no need to be long; Try making it one of your very best ; But my Muse refused to grant my request. 52 THE SENIOR MAGNET Study c3Lall Loman Keagle The afternoon was waning fast. As down the aisle the teacher passed And saw a youth witlxnit a care In idleness a-sitting there, In study hall. His face was glad; his eye was sent Across the room on mischief bent; Like Peck’s Bad Boy, ’twas in his head To create enough excitement to wake the dead In study hall. At last, his chance he thought he spied, And with great stealth and speed'he tried To throw some chalk across the room; In this attempt he met his doom In study hall. For Miss O’Brien, riding there. Quite promptly grabbed him by the hair; Procedure that is widely known To be peculiarly her own In study hall. As before Mr. Hogg this student stood. He surely wished he had been good; The principal said (in his stern way), For this last act you now must pay With more study hall.” So students, take my advice, BEWARE, And at all times, be good, TAKE CARE; For if in school you act too free, I KNOW (how well I know) you’ll be IN STUDY HALL! the senior magnet 53 SPECIAL FEATURES EDITORS School Notes jokeeditor ASSISTANT EDITOR Uuxic— ED1TOR-JH -CA ET Ka j f o-cyJzo ATHLETIC EDITOR BUSINESS MANASES , ADVERTISING MANAGER £ i S 3L aju THE SENIOR MAGNET STAFF MAGNET THE SENIOR MAGNET 55 ... Editorials... Vocations Mary Riddle Vocation—what docs it mean? The word is derived from the Latin infinitive vocare,” which means to call;” therefore, a profession, trade, or work is a calling or vocation. What vocation have you chosen? Are you going to be a lawyer, a doctor, a nurse, or a housewife? Or are you going to be a loafer, a person who says, 'Tve tried every trade, but I just can’t find one which I like?” How many of us say that and do everything we can to find fault with our employer, the place where we work, and, most of all, the trade itself? Do we ever try to pick out the good points of the work, try to see that our employer is as human as we are, and that nothing in this world is perfect? Have you really chosen your vocation at all, or are you one of those who will let the thing go until you are through high school and then perhaps loaf for a while, just to see how it feels? Soon you’ll not want to start anything for another while, and then, before you know it, you’ve fitted and educated yourself for the loafing vocation. This is the easiest vocation in the world to slide into and is greatly over-run with candidates. Today is the day of specialists. To get a good job, one must be a specialist in his particular field of work. Second-raters are not wanted; with so many good applicants from whom to choose, the employer will not bother at all with the one who is almost good and almost this and that. In choosing your vocation, choose the one to which you think you are most adapted, one which you can perform with the greatest skill, and above all, one which you like and which promises to make you a really useful citizen of our great country. College or Not Hugh Hemphill To the young man or young woman on the threshold of life the question, Shall I go to college?” comes with a peculiar insistence. In order to at least treat the proposition with fairness, one ought to think of what one means to do in life. Of course, we all want to succeed. Just what do we mean by success? To some, it may mean wealth; to some, it means social position or political preferment; to others, it may mean the ability to help our fellows. No matter what our idea of what constitutes success, it will be at once recognized that one is better equipped and relatively better able to reach the goal with a college education. The cultural training which 56 THE SENIOR MAGNET a college education gives, the preparation for special work, and the useful social contacts thus acquired make it possible for the college man or woman to reach whatever success is aimed at much more easily than one not so prepared. Let us concede at once that the college graduate has the inside track. There are, however, other things to consider, other factors which must help decide foi? college or not. There is the question of funds. Of course, one may work one’s way through college and be stronger, both physically and mentally for the handicap, for this course demands the avoidance of some phrases of college life which arc enervating. But the necessity of immediate earning may involve more than one’s own needs. Some are required to help their parents or their younger brothers and sisters. The necessity of helping others who have a claim upon him has decided the college-jquestion for many, but it need not curtail one’s education. Some one has said, A good education makes one hungry for more.” If the high school has fulfilled its highest ideal, it has given to the student a hunger for knowledge, which is immeasureably more than merely imparting information. The young man or the young woman who has such a hunger may, even while earning, reach out and up to ever higher levels. We believe that Butler High School does implant this desire for knowledge, and we are optimistic enough to think that most of the members of the Class of January ’31 will never be content to ease down but will strive for that which is best. All roads which lead upwards meet at the top.” College or not, success rests with the individual. Journey’s 8nd Florence Feme So now the time has come when we must leave This place where we have worked together; The mornings, long drawn out and silver-chained, Linked each to each in precious memory, Pass swiftly now to their appointed end. Perhaps to some in days ahead, there’ll be Great pow’r or learning or a great success Of gold piled high; and others yet may find A road of weariness and failing hopes Or sacrifice of all their heart’s desires. Still may we bravely wind our way On golden paths of dreams and striving on Be held forever by the thought of these Our scljool days; and until the end, May a cord bind us, hold us firmly friends. THE SENIOR MAGNET 57 rHE SENIOR MAGNET THE SENIOR MAGNET 59 “The New Poor” The annual play, The New Poor,” was presented on November thirteenth and fourteenth, and what a success it was! Miss Gertrude Reed, dramatic director of Butler High School, supervised the action and coached the characters perfectly. The scene of this play is a palatial country home. All the daughters in this home are ignorant of household duties. When the servants desert in a body, the family is helpless. A Russian Grand Duke and three of his fellows, The New Poor, who are stranded in America and who have advertised for positions as household servants, are engaged by the family. Their royal manners overwhelm the household, who treat them as distinguished guests. The girls fall in love with the noblemen, and the son becomes entranced with the Russian Princess. Servant duties and social functions become hopelessly entangled. A picture theft adds to the complications. A freak detective investigates; suspicion is fastened upon the Russians, who are forced to reveal their identity in order to prove their innocence. They are really only students in disguise working their way through school. Helen Baker as Mrs. Welby portrayed the easily frustrated woman excellently. Harriet Douthett as Connie, Virginia Lindsey as Betty, and Mary Carr as Alice gave realistic performances as thoroughly modern romantic flappers. Amos Welby, portrayed by Du Wayne Baird, was the art collector who fell violently in love with Princess Irina. Agnes McGlincy as Maud Maudsley was a successful author of detective stories who denounces the useless women of the Welby family. Wilson Cronenwett, the romantic Grand Duke Boris, had complete mastery over the foreign accent, as did Florinda Cleeland, Princess Irina, the maid who asked Amos for more cupses.” Loyal Mitchell as Count Ivan and Harry Masters as Prince Vladimir were two more of the Russian nobility, and they captured the hearts of Betty and Connie. Kirk O’Farrell, played by Emmett Kukura, was the metropolitan detective who kept the audience in an uproar with his nasal Uh-huh” and his eternal chewing-gum. Max Graffius, as Miller C. Gutteridge, was finally discovered to be the true picture thief. THE SENIOR MAGNET “The Trysting Place” On December fifth, the A Senior class, assisted by the glee clubs and the orchestra, presented an evening’s entertainment in order to raise funds for The Senior Magnet. The play was The Trysting Place,” a one-act comedy of modern life, written by Booth Tarkington. Gales of laughter ringing throughout the auditorium almost stopped the play. The characters, who are to be congratulated upon their success, were coached by Miss Gertrude Reed. The scene of the play was the lounge of an exclusive country hotel. The cast was as follows: Mrs. Curtis Lancelot Briggs Mrs. Briggs Jessie ........... Rupert Smith Mr. Ingoldsby The Mysterious Voice . . Agnes McGlincv Morten Guitteau Mary Riddle Dorothy Brandberg Hugh Hemphill Richard Ihlenfeld James Abrams THE SENIOR MAGNET (51 THE TRYSTING PLACE” C2 THK SENIOR MAGNET Baccalaureate Baccalaureate exercises on January eleventh marked the beginning of graduation week. As we marched down the aisle in the presence of our parents, teachers, and friends, we realized with a new sense of responsibility that life was really commencing for us. A sermon very fitting for the occasion was delivered by Rev. R. W. Doty. The class under the direction of George Bob Wick furnished the music. Commencement The subject of the Commencement program, which was presented Thursday evening, January fifteenth, was Great Rivers in Human History. Beulah Jaffe, as Salutatorian, spoke on The Tigris-Euphrates, the Cradle of Mankind.” Dorothy Brandberg presented some interesting facts about The Nile, Vitalizer of the Desert.” The Yangtze, Bane and Blessing of Millions” was the subject of Ruth Little’s talk. Esther McDowell told of the beautiful rivers The Danube and Rhine, Highway of Races.” Helen Blakeley’s enlightening subject was The Congo, Doorway to Central Africa.” The Mississippi, Father of Waters” was discussed by Kathryne Miller. The Valedictory was presented by Richard McClung, whose subject was The Amazon, River of the Unexpected.” The program was completed by the presentation of diplomas and music by the class. The program was unusually well presented; and we feel that the speakers were a credit to our class, our teachers, and our school. THE SENIOR MAOXET G 3 •Honor Students Ruth Little. Beulah Jaffe, Kathryne Miller, Esther McDowell Richard Mcdiing, Dorothy Brandberg, Helen Blakley THE SENIOR MAGNET 64 ftr- 1 -• — — .. i. ---j—;--n Class Night Class Night! An air of excitement pervaded the usual calm dignity of the seniors on Tuesday evening, January thirteenth. There was a great hurry for those uncomfortable seats as the orchestra began to play promptly at eight-fifteen. The curtain was raised, and fond parents and friends proudly gazed upon our illustrious class of one hundred and eighteen and, of course, remarked that we were the best looking class they had ever seen. President John Marshall welcomed those present and spoke briefly on Internationalism,” in his own inimitable way. Between numbers, the glee clubs, orchestra, and the class entertained the audience with musical selections. Maxine Phillips and Cornelius Coyle ludicrously informed us of the many species of nuts contained in our class. Nothing, not even the thoughts of the class, was concealed from the searching eyes of Virginia Lindsey and Paul Riley, the Diagnostitians. Various members of the class were overjoyed to receive some very useful and appropriate gifts given by the Donors, Agnes McGlincy and Loman Kcagle. The future of several of the class members was prophesied by the Palmists, Rosaline Holly and James Keister. K. L. Gumpper and Richard Heck, in Twice Told Tales,” revealed a great many secrets in the past lives of our class mates. Faculty Avocations by Florinda Cleeland and Morten Guitteau caused a great deal cf laughter at the expense of several teachers as well as of some of our classmates. Senior Prom The Sterling Club was beautifully decorated—a marvelous setting for the January ’31 Class. As we first gazed upon the magnificent scene, we blinked, then looked again. Beautiful girls in gorgeous gowns of various colors swayed in the arms of handsome men. Dancing eyes and sparkling feet (or is it the other way around?) Then we drew our gaze from the dazzling sight to the orchestra. How those boys could play, and how snappy thety looked! Moaning saxophones, wailing violins—it would have been impossible not to dance divinely to such heavenly music. All too soon, it was time to leave. The orchestra collected their instruments, and as there was no available phonograph, we all danced away humming popular tunes and calling blithe farewells. THE SENIOR MAO NET C5 KBAGLE DtffKUNCY COyi XPHlUIPS NIGHT KIESTERaNdHAuY CLASS •W€CKA BGUNPPE-R FMLEYAnd UNP5AY GUITTtAU CltELM D 66 THE SENIOR MAGNET MOST V-tRSAT I L-E- Most Bashful Most Versatile Best Dancers Wittiest Best Sports Most Athletic Grace Rhodaberger John Clements Tubby Marshall Kate Miller Alice McCann | Max Graffius j Aggie McGlincy Harold Leith Harold Foringer Max Phillips j Frank Hollock Alice MacGregor THE SENIOR MAGNET 67 Biggest Bluffers Most Popular Best Looking Most Talkative Most Dignified {Beulah Jaffe Biddy Tebay {Flo Cleeland Loman Keagle {K. L. Gumpper I Howard McCurdy (Audrienne Stull John Dickey {Morten Guitteau | Lois M. Robb TH10 SENIOR MAC NET t;s Farewell A sad crowd took their places on the stage on January sixteenth. No more school, and, strange as it may seem, we were really very sorry. We sat there, thinking of how much harder we would work if we could start over again, and then our thoughts drifted to our sorrow upon leaving the friends with whom we had worked and played for four years. Then we gazed around at our teachers. How we hated to leave them; they had worked so hard for us and were responsible for the knowledge we possessed. The program was opened by the regular chapel exercises, followed by a selection by the orchestra. The class memorial was presented by the class president, John Marshall; it was accepted for the students by Robert Carson, president of the B Senior class, and for the faculty by Mr. Frederick. Kate Miller led the student body in the school yells for the last time. Coach Regis Heinzer very ceremoniously presented the football letters. The program was closed by a song by the class. During the program, our fog of sadness lifted, because we thought of what Browning had said: The best is yet to be. The last of life for which the first is made.” Good-bye to Butler High Hazel Belle Currie, ’31 Good-bye to Butler High; Good-bye to all your joys; We'll heave a sigh And shed a tear, For we must say good-bye. We may cross the ocean wide Or the desert, lone and drear; Yet deep in our hearts will abide, For many and many a year, The happy days spent here. To some will be given fame, When we have reached our goal; We’ll love our school-days just the same, And we’ll keep with us the soul Of our days in Butler High. Good-bye to Butler High; Good-bye to all your joys; We’ll heave a sigh And shed a tear, For we must say good-bye. THE SENIOR MAGNET 69 - ' ■ “iwv ATHLETICS VARSITY FOOTBALL to rinht) Sutherland. Snyder. Lobuono, Pawk, Murphy. Krulatz. to rijrht Fiahel. Hoictr. Hnmbleton. nwr. : Miller. Athletic Director UiinotuM. Zymholy. l.iixlio. Kneeling Standing (left (left Reilly, Sykes. Storey. Mint . 11 ve mil rim ! «• • tttruri THE SENIOR MAGNET THE SENIOR MAGNET 71 9 The Football Season rys The Observer” Oh! The people all stare and loudly declare----” They did and how! Butler recently finished one of the fastest, cleanest, best played football seasons in its history. True, we had our ups and downs; but the thrills, surprises, and victories more than balanced our off moments on the gridiron. The team suffered two defeats, from Wilkinsburg and Taren-tum, and played to scoreless ties with New Brighton and New Kensington. Vandergrift will long remember the humiliating defeat inflicted by us. Over-confidence never pays. Truly, a wonderful start for the season. Remember how we trounced Mars in our first home game? Their touchdown in the first quarter boosted their hopes sky-high, but at the end how that 36-6 score on the score-board did look to the silent visitors. Our game with Ellwood City was the first in a long time. Possibly Ell-wood City is Butler’s Jinx.” The victory which we) won there could by no means compensate us for the complete loss of one of our best backs, Hogg. Before our second home game, because of Hogg’s injured foot and Murphy’s bad knee, things looked mighty black. New Kensington was touted as one of the best teams in the league. Even though Butler fought a stiff battle, the game ended in a 7-7 score . With our confidence up and hopes of an easy battle, we journeyed to New Brighton where events didn’t turn out as we had expected. They held us to a scoreless tie. Next, way down to Tarentum, with our mettle up and grim faces, that cold sweeping in from the river and the long end run of Weisenbaugh seemed to put a slump in our team. Though it picked up in the second half, we were defeated to the tune of 14-7. Will anyone ever forget that game with Beaver Falls on our home field? A highly rated and powerful looking team as they entered our field eventually left in mute disgrace. Butler completely out-played them and annexed a 13 to 0 victory. The last game of the season was played here with Wilkinsburg. A long-looked-for game, bleachers packed, teams in shipshape made us eager for a battle royal. How our stands went wild when Murphy flipped that long pass to Pawk for the first touchdown! Then Wilkinsburg pulled a long end run and completed two forward passes for touchdowns. Determined though our team was, it was unable to overcome the lead. The game ended in a 21-14 score. Even with the loss of the twelve men who graduate before next fall, we are hoping for a fine season next year. THE SENIOR MAGNET (Z THE SENIOR MAGNET 73 CLASS BASKETBALL Front Row (left to right) — Dickey, Tebay, Jilcs, Joseph. Back Row (left to right) — Masters, Miller, Guitteau, mgr.; Marshall, Kiester. 74 THE SENIOR MAGNET Girls’ Basketball Although we are a class distinguished for our modesty, still we have to admit that our A Senior girls have had more than a moderate amount of success in their three seasons of basketball, which included their B Sophomore, B Junior, and B Senior years. According to what the girls say, it would be better not to mention the first season. I don’t know; I believe that they felt a little strange and were sort of frightened that first year. However, their next season was much better, for they suffered but two defeats; and they improved steadily until last season, their last, when they lost the championship by one point. Hard luck just followed them around last year. The team does not contain all the original players, for during different seasons, Margaret Hildebrand, Jane Benton, Jane Neale, and Mary Alice Min-teer have all made worthy additions to the team. The regular members at the present time: Kate Miller, our stellar forward, has acted as captain for four years and with Louise Kummer, also a forward, the two have chalked up almost an equal number of points during the past three seasons. Kate and Louise have played together consistently and doped out some good floor work. Florinda Cleeland played both forward and guard for the team and deserves much credit for the hard fighting that she did. Laura Milford, Esther McDowell, Alice McGregor make up the guarding section of the team. Laura, small as she is, played plenty good basketball in her position against the centers of the opposing teams. Alice McGregor, although only a recent recruit, has well won her place on the team. Esther McDowell, who has held her position as a guard since the team was organized, de;Crves much credit. Esther is known to have the quality of stick-to-it-iveness. Bertha Daubenspeck made a very dependable substitute forward for our last year. THE SENIOR MAGNET GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Front Row (left to right) — Daubenspeck, Miller, McDowell. Back Row — Cleeland, McGregor, Miss Critchlow, Milford, Kummer. THE SENIOR MAGNET 76 rsr Senior Swimming In the annual interclass swimming meet, held last April, the Seniors were crowned class champions. Members of the graduating class who swam for the Seniors are: Dickey, Gazetos, Hambleton, Leith, and Jiles. On November 26, the Seniors challenged the School to a meet, and of course the Seniors emerged victorious. Following is a summary of the meet: 1. Free style relay—won by Seniors (Wolfgong, Leith, Dickey, Ham- bleton). 2. 40 yd. free style—won by Wolfgong, Senior; Dickey, Senior. 3. 60 yd. backstroke—won by Holiday of the School; Daly of the School, second; Leith, Seniors, third. 4. 80 yd. breast stroke—won by Wolfgong, Seniors; Phillips of the School, second; and Hambleton of the Seniors, third. 5. 200 yd. free style—won by Dickey, Seniors; Herr of the School, second; and Holiday of the School, third. 6. Diving—won by McClung of the School; Leith, Seniors, second; and Chernitski of the School, third. 7. Medley Relay—won by the School (Holiday, Phillips, and McClung). Final Score—Seniors 2 8. School 27. Senior Track The mighty Seniors also won the inter-class track and field meet, held in the latter part of May. To give you an idea of how powerful the Seniors were, we might say that the Seniors scored twice as many points as the other three classes combined. Members of the A Senior class who scored points in the meet are: 1. Jiles—low hurdles, pole vault, 100 yd. dash, and relay team. 2. W. Miller—low hurdles, 100 yd. dash, 220, relay team, and broad jump. 3. J. Miller—quarter mile, half mile, 100 yd. dash. 4. Tebay—100 yd. dash, 220 yd. dash, relay team. 5. Hambleton—relay team. 6. Guitteau—high hurdles. 7. Ralston—broad jump. 8. Dickey—high hurdles. CLASS SWIMMING Front Row (left to right) — Hambleton, Dickey, Gazetos. Back Row (left to right) — Leith, Hice, mgr.; Jiles. 78 SIR THE SENIOR MAGNET Class Athletics Red Snyder—Red is our big football player. Red played tackle on the team last year and was a mighty good one, too. He didn’t play this year on account of the eight semester ruling, but he has a brother whom he sent in to represent the family. Red says his dad and mother would not go to a football game when he was playing but they go now since the younger brother is playing. We don’t know whether Red is angry or not. Kate Miller—Kate is in on all the girls’ athletics there are; and as one of our cheer-leaders for the last two years, she has done her part nobly in aiding the boys’ varsity teams. Bob Hire—was the captain of the track and gave a good account of himself in the hurdles. John Miller—was also one of our track men. Johnny ran the half mile beautifully; we still remember how, at Grove City two years ago, he broke the record for the half mile. Hoivard Mortland—is another track man who deserves mention in these historic records. Howard ran the quarter mile and was a good man on the relay team. John Marshall—Tubby is the football player of our class who held down the quarterback position on the varsity this year and last. Tubby was a good player, a good blocker, was on the receiving end of a good many passes, and was quite an asset to our team this year. JlTubby also played in class basketball. Frank Hollock—We all know Shutz, who has versatility whenever athletics is the question. Shutz is a three letter man, having made a reputation for himself in football, basketball, and baseball. What a half-back! What a forward! And only Bartell has him beaten as a short stop. Wesley Miller— Wes” certainly made our basketball team what it was last year. Wes” was in the background for a while; but when he came to the front, he certainly came. Wes” played on the class basketball team and also the class track team. We saw him, too, on the football field, where he won his varsity letter. William Tebay—We all know Biddy, the fast, lanky forward on our basketball team last year, whom the varsity will surely miss this year. Biddy took part in both class basketball and class track, and news from abroad tells us that he’s quite a tennis playen William Ralston—Tut has made quite a name for himself in basketball during his high school career, and the varsity is going to lose a link out of its chain at mid-semester. Tut” has played only basketball in high school, but he appears to everyone as an all around athlete. THE SENIOR MAGNET 79 e 0 B HICt RtD 5 NYD6R He. M A R 5-HALL KATHRYN€ hillctk MORLAN0 NDHICt THE SENIOR MAGNET SO sap ♦ ♦ Special Features ♦. cA 'T’eep ntothe future Ethel McMahan ’Twas January 26, 1941. The earth was covered with a beautiful blanket of white snow. The trees were gorgeous in their new raiment, and the world seemed a happy and prosperous place in which to live. I had just arrived in Butler from New York, having come from Central Africa on the S. S. McNees, which, by the way, was named in honor of two of the best teachers Butler High School has ever had on her faculty. I had no definite place to go as I came to Butler, but I was anxious to see the old town. As I walked down the main thoroughfare, whom was I fortunate to run into but the former Kate Miller of the class of January, 1931. Kathryn was just the same as she had been back in B. H. S. She asked me to spend the day with her, and I gladly agreed to do so. She told me she was on her way to her husband’s office, and she asked me to go along with her. Of course, 1 did. Lo! and behold! Who did her husband turn out to be but John Marshall, president of our class of January, 1931, now a promising young lawyer. During our conversation, it dawned upon us that it was just ten years ago that very day since we had been graduated from B. H. S. This caused me to inquire about other members of our class. Kate said that she would show me some of our former class mates on the way home. As we walked down Main Street, she invited me to go into the Keaglc Confectionery with her. Here I learned that Loman Keagle had fooled me, for, instead of becoming a politician as I had expected, he had become the proprietor of a candy store. The first thing that I thought of when I looked at him was the way he used to argue with Mr. Bernlohr in civics class. We came out of the shop and went down to the Union Trust Bank, as I had to cash a check. In this bank, I renewed my acquaintance with John Mac-Kinney, who is now the treasurer of the Union Trust Company. John is still a big handsome boy. He told me that he had recently married Virginia Wright. At the savings window, we found James Keister. Jimmy had graduated from the University of Alabama and had married Agnes McGlincy. He said that Agnes is still as talkative as ever and that she spends most of her time with her club work, as she is president of several clubs. How well I remember Agnes, who was willing to be a true friend to all who were willing to be a friend of hers. Kathryne then asked Jimmy if he would tell Ethel McKeown and Alice McGregor, their two best bookkeepers, to come to the window. When they THE SENIOR MAGNET 81 came, they did not recognize me; and just as one of them began to ask me what my business was with them, Kate helped the situation out by introducing me. If there were ever two surprised girls, it was these two. I certainly was glad to see them. When we came to the corner of Clay Street, I turned to the left, intending to go down Mercer Street; but Kate called me back and said that she wanted to take me to the new high school which is located on Penn Street. It was a beautiful big white building with great, ample halls. In the first room inside the door, we found Mary Alice Minteer, teaching French next door to Miss Martha Orr, head of the French department, who has been recently decorated by the French government for her achievements in teaching French to pupils even more hopeless than we were. Several doors down the hall, we happened upon Esther McDowell, who is teaching others how to ride a pony gracefully. Richard Heck has complete charge of the wood-work department of the new high school. He is married to Kathryn Ruff. Dick told me that Harold Foringer and Virginia Lindsey have gotten hitched up” and are now living on Bohler Boulevard. Virginia had studied art for four years at Carnegie Tech, but the only portrait she wanted to paint was that of Harold. This portrait has just been hung in the Metropolitan Museum in New York City. Kathryne, saying she had a big surprise for me, now took me to the fourth floor of the building. There we entered a wonderful big laboratory, and whom did I find teaching in Miss Critchlow’s place but Kathryn Gumpper. They told me that Miss Critchlow ( Lucy,” as we had called her behind her back) had deserted the ranks long ago and had married a famous Pittsburgh surgeon. K. L. said that she had become so fond of Miss Critchlow that she wanted to take up Miss Critchlow’s work, and that that was why she had taken up teaching chemistry instead of marrying Cornelius Coyle, as we had all expected. Mr. Hogg is now the principal of the high school, and Richard Ihlen-feld is assistant principal. Richard is married to Louise Kummer, who is still tall, pretty, and curly-headed. Dick inherited quite a fortune, and I believe he and his wife are very happy. In 202, we found Frank Hollock has taken Miss Purvis’ place in teaching geometry. We now left the school and went to the Blymiller Beauty Salon, where Viola has as her assistants, Helen Miller and Laura Milford. Ten years had not been such a long time, after all, I found when I talked to these old friends; for they seemed no different from what they had been back in January, 1931. Kate called her chauffeur and told him to come to the Beauty Salon for us. When we entered the car, I was surprised to learn that the chauffeur was none other than Vincent Stoughton of our high school days. Vincent drove the beautiful big machine into the driveway of a big mansion. After spending six years in Central Africa among little pigmies, trying to teach them how to keep well while living in the terrible huts they live in, and then comparing 82 THE SENIOR MAGNET those homes with Kate’s big mansion, it just seemed as though two such ex tremes could not exist in the same world. At six o’clock, I had dinner with Kate and John, and, believe me, it wa a real dinner, as Kate hadn’t forgotten in these ten years my favorite foods, and the meal was served in the most beautiful dining room I have ever been in. About eight o’clock, Kate and I had just completed a trip through the home, as I was anxious to see it, and I, for no special reason whatsoever, led the way into the parlor. To my astonishment, I found it full of young couples whom Kate had invited to surprise me. Some of the faces I recognized at first glance. Among those who were there were Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Max well; Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Ralston; the former Jane Eyth and her husband. Wesley Miller; Ray Miller and his wife, the former Margaret Mergel; Vir ginia and Harold Foringer; Agnes and Jimmy Kiester; Marion Butler Tebay and her husband, Bill; and quite a few others who are making their home in Butler. Bill Maxwell, now a doctor, is married to Mildred Noble, and Tut” Ralston is married to Dorothy Brandberg. I spent one of the most enjoyable evenings of my life with these old classmates. The next morning, I came to Chicago, where I will remain for a month, after which time I will sail again for Central Africa. Last 'Will and Testament James Abrams We of the Graduating Class, the A Seniors of the Class of 1931, being of sound mind and body, leave this Last Will and Testament: Harry Masters leaves his school-boy complexion to Du Wayne Baird. Bus Coyle leaves his craziness to Ed. Walters. Wm. Tebay leaves his ability to bluff to Harold Daum and Elsie Gage. John Marshall leaves his football ability to Walter Fitzmartin. Harold Foringer leaves his cap and gown to Sam Vero. Michael Pawk leaves his height to George Schlict. Howard McCurdy leaves his good looks to Loyal Mitchell. The astronomy class bequeaths Mr. Story to all who are going to take the subject. Kate Ruff leaves her innocent looks to Cecelia Duffy. Wm. Maxwell bequeaths his cornet to the orchestra. Chet” Jiles leaves his conceit to anyone who can use it. Dot” Brandberg, Rebecca Kamerer, and Edna Oesterling leave the chapel piano to Paul Castleman. Beulah Jaffe leaves her bluff to anyone who is timid. Morten Guitteau leaves his business ability to Bus Donahue. THE SENIOR MAGNET S3 Doug Leith leaves his Scotch to Jim Walker. Maxine Phillips doesn’t leave her Ab” to anyone. Loman Keagle leaves his originality to Adam Shawkey. Flo Cleeland leaves her popularity to Petsy” Douthett. Paul Black leaves his parking space to Jane Neale. Tut” Ralston leaves his curley hair to Ralph McCurdy. Kate Miller leaves the leading of the cheers to Jean Nicholas. We, the Seniors, bequeath Miss O’Brien, Miss Brier, Miss Watson, and Miss Wertz to the new A Seniors. (May they enjoy them as much as we have). c3{olu (?ould We Qet cAlong Without'- James Abram’s good humor. John Clement’s bashfulness Paul Black’s smallness. Bus” Coyle’s wisecracks. Paul Deal’s hunting stories. Harold Foringer’s tonnage. John Gazetos’ football abilities. Bud” Guitteau’s dignity. Hugh Hemphill’s Lexington. Shutz” Hollock’s athletic ability. Doug” Leith’s freckles. Richard Ihlenfeld’s curly hair. Keagle’s popularity. Tebay’s stale jokes. Ralston’s crazy antics. McCurdy’s good looks. Snyder’s flaming hair. Flo Cleeland’s popularity. K. L.’s good looks. Agnes McGlincy’s wit. Alice McCann’s dancing ability. Esther’s and Virginia’s drawing skill. Ro’s and Grace’s poetic talent. Ethel McMahan’s avoirdupois. Audrienne Stull’s gift of gab. Dick McClung’s knowledge. Harold Leith’s spearmint gum. Margaret Spang’s argument in civics. Miss Wertz’s sweetness. Mr. Palmer’s experiences. Mr. Bernlohr’s illustrations in civics. Miss O’Brien’s smiles. Mr. Wick’s sonorous voice. Miss Pritzel’s encouragement. Miss Wise’s friendliness. Miss Reed’s dramatic ability. cAlumni J (gtes Cchoma 1936 eWlagnet A new sign is seen on Broadway, featuring Alice McCann in the Follies of 1935. .« : Mr. and Mrs. A. Lobuona (Max P.), ’30 and ’31, left yesterday for an Alumni Reunion at Grove City. Audrienne Stull has opened a school for voice cultivation for the talkies and is making a great success. 84 THE SENIOR MAC.NET Joe Cicco is making a name for himself in the bowling world. Three week ago, John Dickey beat the 1934 swimming record. He w.h quite a fish when he was in Butler High five years ago. Dan Joseph and Mike Pawk of the famous football team of B. H. S. ’3(), are now head and assistant coaches, respectively, at Notre Dame. Good luck, boys! Mrs. J. Eisler, formerly Ruth Gilghrist, celebrated her third wedding an niversary a few days ago. Albert Campbell has just been made Professor of Chemical Science at Penn State. Dick Heck—druggist. He got his start in Ye Old Dope Den” five years ago. Chester Jiles is now manager of the Jiles Chain Stores and gets along fine with the ladies. Loman Keagle is now Third Vice-President of the Chrysler Motors—(stili single, girls!) Harold Leith just left for Scotland to bring back a shipload of real Scotch heather. Attorney and Mrs. John E. Marshall and daughter, Kathryn, left today for a two-months’ vacation in Europe. Dr. Lewis McCracken, D.D., is home on furlough from Korea. Howard McCurdy has made a name for himself on the screen. Charles Summerville is now manager of Warner’s largest theatre in Philadelphia. Dorothy Brandberg, Rebecca Kamerer, and Edna Oesterling, well-known pianists, were heard last night over station OICU, Bertha Daubenspeck has been chosen by the Underwood Typewriter Co. to give exhibitions for them on a tour of the U. S. A. Ruth Findley spoke last evening at the White House at a dinner given in honor of the President’s birthday. Louise Kummer has just won the Inter-state Basketball Championship. She was presented with a large cup. Emma Larimore is now private secretary to the president of the Austin Car Company. The business is flourishing. Agnes McGlincy and Virginia Lindsey, formerly of Butler High School, have reached stardom in Hollywood. Remember the start! Mr. and Mrs. R. Paul Hindman (formerly Marion Butler) have been transferred to Cleveland where Mr. Hindman will continue his work for the Abbe Steel Co. Hazel McDonald, a graduate nurse at rhe West Penn Hospital, recently succeeded in poisoning three of her patients. The victims were: Alice McGregor, Mildred Noble, and Esther B:cker. However, the error was discovered and first aid administered by Dr. William Maxwell. It is believed that the patients will recover. THE SENIOR MAGNET 85 (°iass c$ A—stands for Ada so kind and so true; B—for Beulah, she’s kind-hearted, too; C—for Cornelius, the boy with the smile; D—for Dot Anderson, angelic child; E—for Elsewhere, the place where we’re goin’; F—for Florinda, she’s well worth your knowin’; G—the word we say when we’re late; H—Helen Blakeley, shy and sedate; 1— Bucky” Irvine, our principal dear; J —Jimmy Keister, who’s always right near; K—Kathleen Palmer, love her? We do! L—Laura Milford, with her permanents, too; M—Marion Butler, our sweetheart, you know; N—stands for Norman, who’s nobody’s foe; O—is the cypher we get Oh, so much! P—for Paul Black, who’s always in Dutch”; Q—stands for quarrels, in our class unknown; R—for Ruth Gilghrist, the one Jimmy phones; S—stands for Stull, that talkative girl; T—stands for Twila, with many a curl; U—for Utopia,” we reach after strife; V—for variety, the spice of life; W—our Willies and also class Jacks; X—for Xylophone, the music we lack; Y—is for Yost, who sure has lots to say; Z—for the zeal that we’ll all have some day. We Wonder Why— Keagle comes to his home room at 1:00 o’clock. Not a boy in our class ever flunked. Bus Coyle likes to date Marian Butler. Beulah Jaffe never asks for candy or gum. Margaret Heginbotham would rather date than sleep. Louise Kummcr doesn’t like the boys. Aggie McGlincy never cracks a smile. Virginia Lindsey expresses a desire to be a cheer leader. Dick McClung never takes a book home. Kate Miller is a quiet, studious girl. Fred Croft always has his night work done. 86 THE SENIOR MAGNET Vincent Stoughton wants to dance with Roseline Holly. Ray Miller prefers blondes. Frank Hollock dates Lois Margaret Robb. Margie” likes to argue in civics class. Dick Ihlenfeld hates to lend the girls pencils. Audrienne keeps quiet so much. Marg” Leith doesn’t like stout boys. Hugh Hemphill likes to date K. L. Helen Blakeley gets a third group report. Grace Rose is interested in Petersville. Dorothy Braqdberg is so plump. Paul Black rates with Miss Wertz. Billy” Tebay dates Lorayne Schreckengost. Doug” Leith pays to see the football game. Qan you Imagine ? Doug” Leith in long pants. Dick McClung getting a third group report card. Bill Maxwell getting study hall. Dot Brandberg buying a pack of gum. Ethel McMahan playing pee wee golf. Keagle six feet tall. Tut Ralston without his blushes. Howard Autenreith dating Jane Eyth for the prom. John Gazetos in love. Marian Butler and Virginia Lindsay not liking Penn State. Kate Miller not hanging on a boy’s arm. Beulah Jaffe reciting only when called on. Tebay sitting still. Foringer not interested in some girl. Not hearing Jiles for a day. Shutz” Hollack without his khaki shirt. Guitteau tying his bow tie himself. Alice McCann smiling at Miss Purvis. Rebecca Kamerer acting like Clara Bow. John Clements wisecracking in class. James Abrams being thin. Paul Riley being an industrious little boy. Virginia Troutman angry. K. L. not driving her car. Mary Vogeley weighing 200 lbs. Wilson Cronenwett not rushing Florinda Cleeland. THE SENIOR MAGNET 87 tyunny fyolks Maggie—Kate Miller. Jiggs—Tubby Marshall. Dinty Moore—Dick McClung. Rosie—Max Phillips. Rosie’s Beau—William Maxwell. Count Screwloose—Biddy Tebay. Polly—Alice McGregor. Sam Howdy—Bus Coyle. The Captain—Dan Joseph. Dinglehoofer—John Gazetos. Hairbreadth Harry—Jimmie Kiester. Belinda—Aggie McGlincy. Guzzlem—Jimmie Abrams. High Pressure Pete—Charles Summerville. Wash Tubbs—Shutz Hollock. The Villain—Lewis McCracken. Toots—Alice McCann. Casper—Albert Campbell. Buttercup—John Clements. Uncle Walt—Harold Foringer. Skeezix—Harold Leith. Boots—K. L. Gumpper Pete—Howard McCurdy Professor—Mr. Bernlohr Cora—Miss Jamison Happy Hooligan—Morten Guitteau. Dumb Dora—Jane Eyth. Boob McNutt—Wilbur Thomas. Ma Katzenjammer—Miss O’Brien. Barney Google—Eugene Ramsey. Elmer Fuggle—Gilbert Lewis. Abie Kabibble—Norman Mark. Rheba Mine Gold—Miss Brier. Nuley Weds—Mr. and Mrs. Mixer. Detective Owl Eye—Mr. Hogg. Offisa Pup—Mr. Nicholas (Truant Officer). Tillie the Toiler—Marian Butler. Mac—Max Graffius. Harold Lun—Dick Heck. Lillums—Flo Cleeland. Etta Kett—Ruth Little. Skippy—Doug Leith. Perdita—Shirley Phillips. Dixie Dugan—Dot Brandberg. Mutt—Mike Pawk Jeff—Paul Black. Major Hoople—Ray Snyder. Mrs. Hoople—Genevieve Somerville. Alvin—Howard Autenreith. Auntie Blossom—Roseline Holly. Swifty—Paul Riley. Iggy-Keep-an-Eye-on-Me — Loman Keagle. Poison Pembroke—Chet Jiles. Noah Numbskull — Vincent Stoughton. Freddie the Sheik—Harry Masters. Bunker Hill, Jr.—Tut Ralston. Bubbling Brooks—John Dickey. Old and Jdew favorites James Abrams—Pretty Little Baby. Howard Autenreith — I’ve Got the Low-Down. Albert Campbell—Teach Me to Smile John Clements—St. Louis Blues. Fred Croft—Football Freddy. Mary Mamula—Brown Eyes. Harold Foringer—Rosy Cheeks. Max Graffius—I Still Love You. Morten Guitteau—Sonny Boy. Arthur Hambleton — This Is My Lucky Day. Frank Hollock — There’s a Rainbow ’Round My Shoulders. 88 THE SENIOR MAGNET Richard Heck—Old Man Sunshine. Richard Ihlenfeld—Angel Child. Chester Jiles—Hallelujah, I’m a Bum. Loman Keagle—Come On, Baby. James Kiester—Jimmy. Douglas Leith—Here Comes the Sun. Harold Leith—Some of These Days. Gilbert Lewis—If I Had a Girl Like You. John MacKinney—Forgive Me. John Marshall—Little White Lies. Richard McClung—The Pal That I Loved Stole the Gal That I Loved. Lewis McCracken—You Tell Her I Stutter. Howard McCurdy—So Tired. John Miller—I Wonder. Raymond Miller—My Baby Cares Just for Me. Howard Mortland—Blue. William Ralston — Laugh, Clown, Laugh. Eugene Ramsey — I Wonder How I Look When I’m Asleep. Paul Riley—Hot Lips. Raymond Snyder—Be Careful with Those Eyes. Vincent Stoughton—Barney Google. Charles Summerville — Charlie, My Boy. William Tebay—St. James Infirmary Blues. Esther Bicker—Under the Moon. Helen Blakeley—Bright Eyes. Anna Bowser—That Old - Fashioned Girl. Dorothy Brandberg — Lover Come Back to Me. Bertha Daubenspeck—Smilin’ Through Margaret Friedman—My Man. K. L. Gumpper—I Still Get a Thrill Thinking of You. Ida Hartzell—I Don’t Care. Margaret Higenbotham — Sweetheart of Sigma Chi. Roseline Holly—Katrinka. Paul Deal—Just a Night for Mcdi tation. John Gazetos—I Scream, You Scream. We all Scream for Ice Cream. Daniel Joseph—Aggravating Papa. Norman Mark—Barnacle Bill. Harry Masters—Song of the Dawn. Michael Pawk—Big Man from the South. Wilbur Thomas — Eleven-thirty Saturday Night. Viola Blymiller—Get Goin’. Elizabeth Boyer — So Blue, Turnin’ Gray Over You. Marian Campbell—Marian. Ruth Gilghrist—I’m Confessin’. Esther Hazlett — Beyond the Blue Horizon. Margaret Leith—Peg of My Heart. Alice MacGregor — When Irish Eyes Are Smilin’. Beulah Jaffe—Wah Wah Girl. Rebecca Kamerer—I’ll Get By. Louise Kummer—I’d Be Lost Without You. Emma Larimore—True Blue. Virginia Lindsey — My Bluebird Was Caught in the Rain. Ruth Little—Bye Bye Blues. Ada Martin—Moonlight and Roses. Esther McDowell—Wherc’d You Get Those Eyes? Agnes McGlincy — Always in All Ways. Helen Miller—You Belong to Me. Kathryn Miller—Lonesome and Sorry. Mary Alice Minteer—I’ve Got It!” Mildred Noble—Who? Edna Oesterling—I Still Remember. Genevieve Orr—Baby Blue Eyes. Shirley Phillips—Coquette. Grace Rhodaberger—Let a Smile Be Your Umbrella. Mary Riddle—What’s the Use? THE SENIOR MAGNET 89 Lois M. Robb—Why? Kathryn Ruff—Sweeter Than Sweet. Lorayne Schreckengost — Bouquet of Memories. Solveig Simonson—Deep In My Heart, Dear. Margaret Spang—The Kiss Waltz. Charlotte Torrance — Sweet Mystery of Life. Mary Vogeley—Exactly Like You. Virginia Wright—That Red-Headed Gal. Hazel Currie—Ain’t She Sweet? Jane Eyth—So Charming. Alice McCann—How Come You Do Me Like You Do? Hazel McDonald—I’m a Dreamer. Ethel McKeown—Make Believe. Margaret Mergel—I Still Keep on Dreaming of You. Audrienne Stull—Melancholy Baby. ........ HV Maxine Phillips—I Remember You from Somewhere. Genevieve Sommerville — I’ll Always Be in Love with You. Paul Black—Chloc. Joseph Cicco—That’s My Weakness. Bus Coyle—I Can’t Give You Anything but Love. Jennie Mustello—Dinah. Kathleen Palmer — I Will Take You Home, Kathleen. Grace Rose—Rose of the Rio Grande. Marie Schenck—Whispering. Lois Schirmer — Good Little, Bad Little You. Twlya Smith—Faded Love Letters. Virginia Troutman — So Beat My Heart. Dorothy Weisenstein—Without You. Esther Yost—Pale Moon. EBooks John Clements—The Bashful Boy. Virginia Lindsey—The Artist. Kathryne Miller—Footloose. James Keister—Public Opinion. Biddy Tebay—Murder for Profit. Lois Schirmer Anna Bowser ) Kathryn Ruff Marian Butler Dorothy Brandberg Grace Rose Little Women. James Abrams Howard Autenreith }The 3 Musketeers. Morten Guitteau Beulah Jaffe—The Masquerader. Wm. Ralston—Don Quixote. Dorothy Anderson—So Big. Roseline Holly—Our Mutual Friend. Rebecca Kamerer—Rebecca of Sunny-brook Farm. Florinda Cleeland—And Glory Shone Around. Agnes McGlincy—Pollyanna. Marion Campbell—When Patty Went to College. Harry Masters—Ben Hur. John MacKinncy—Bradleys, The Magnificent. Cornelius Coyle—When Cupid Shoots His Dart. Richard McClung—What Price Glory. Alice MacGregor—The Lady of the Lake. Marguerite Heginbotham—The Bride of Lammermoor. Maxine Phillips—Seventeen. � u THE SENIOR MAGNET Wesley Miller—The Student Prince. Wm. Maxwell—The Music Master. Harold Foringer—The Beloved Vagabond. Helen Blakeley — Mistress of Shen-stone. Mary Riddle—Girl of the Limberlost. Marg. Spang — The Dream of a Throne. Jane Eyth—Jane Eyre. Ruth Gilghrist) . Alice McCann | Poet of M.ss.ng Men. Paul Riley—Little Lord Fauntleroy. Esther Bicker—Vera, The Medium. Ida Hartzell—The Veiled Lady. Howard McCurdy—A Knight of the Cumberland. Raymond Snyder—Laddie. Daniel Joseph—The Man in the Iron Mask. Ruth Little—Great Expectations. Vincent Miller—Daddy Long Legs. Audrienne Stull—Sandy. Douglas Leith—Freckles. Bertha Daubenspeck—Lorna Doone. John Marshall Kathryne Miller j e‘ Loman Keagle—The Story of a Bad Boy. oTldovies James Abrams—Oliver Hardy. William Tebay—Stan Laurel. Howard McCurdy—Robert Montgomery. John McKinney — Richard Barthel-mess. John Marshall—Gary Cooper. Chet” Jiles—Jack Oakie. Jimmy Kiester—Skeets Gallagher. Wesley Miller—Conrad Nagel. Douglas Leith—Joe Frisco. Howard Autenreith—Andy Clyde. Harold Foringer—Paul Whiteman. Loman Keagle—Joe E. Brown. Howard Mortland—Richard Dix. Joseph Cicco—Ramon Navarro. Bus Coyle—William Haines. Raymond Miller—Rudy Vallee. Max Graffius—Stanley Smith. Charles Summerville—Richard Arlen. Paul Riley—Charles Farrel. Lewis McCracken—Harold Lloyd. Raymond Snyder—George Bancroft. Frank Hoi lock—Bert Wheeler. Harry Masters—John Boles. Paul Deal—Eddie Cantor. John Gazetos—Lloyd Hamilton. Eugene Ramsey — Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. Richard Ihlenfeld—Grant Withers. William Maxwell—Frederick March. Dick Heck—Charles Ruggles. Art Hambleton—James Hall. Alfred Campbell—Buster Keaton. John Dickey—Cliff Edwards (Ukelele Ike). Paul Black—Raymond Hatton. Harold Leith—Jackie Coogan. Helen Blakeley—Claudette Colbert Katherine Gumpper—Greta Garbo. Maxine Phillips—Alice White. Agnes McGlincy—Norma Shearer. Virginia Lindsey—Leila Hyams. Dorothy Brandberg—Ginger Rogers. Florinda Cleeland—Billie Dove. Mary Riddle—Dorothy Mackaill. Shirley Phillips—Joan Bennet. Esther McDowell—Ruth Chatterton. Jane Eyth—Janet Gaynor. Virginia Wright—Nancy Carroll. THE SENIOR MAGNET 91 Dorothy Weisenstein—Dorothy Sebastian. Marian Butler—Sue Carol. Ruth Findley—Kay Frances. Kathryn Ruff—Mitzi Green. Mary Vogeley—Colleen Moore. Helen Miller—Mary Brian. Edna Oesterling—Lillian Gish. Marian Campbell—Marian Davies. Grace Rose—Laura La Plante. Viola Blymiller—Anita Page. Esther Yost—Winnie Lightner. Anna Bowser—Barbara Stanwyk. Margaret Friedman—Loretta Young. Rebecca Kamerer—Lila Lee. Virginia Troutman—Bebe Daniels. Twyla Smith—Marjorie White. Florence Feme—Dorothy Jordan. Genevieve Summerville—Marie Dressier. Margaret Mergel—Josephine Dunn. Margaret Leith—Mary Astor. Marie Schenck—Lola Lane. Lorayne Schreckengost—Polly Moran. Rosaline Holly—Helen Kane. Margaret Heginbotham — Dorothy Jordan. Alice McCann—Marilyn Miller. Lois Schirmer—Daphne Polliard. you Don’t We have collected for the edification of our readers a few of the favorite sayings of our classmates: Jimmy Abrams Hi pal! Howard Autenreith Why must the teachers always pick on me? Albert Campbell Us is still cornin’. John Clements Don’t make me blush. Fred Croft Just didn’t have time, teacher. Mike Demyanovich Don’t take any wooden nickels. Harold Foringer Chicken salad. Max Graffius Don’t rush me, girls. Morten Guitteau Aw, she’s too silly! Arthur Hambleton Aw! Gee, that’s nice! Dick Heck Am I right or am I right? Bob Hice You see it’s this way - - - Frank Hollack Check! Chester Jiles Double check! Dick Ihlenfeld .......Oh, Mr. Frederick! Loman Keagle Yes, Mr. Hogg. Jimmy Kiester Lead me to it. Doug Leith I’ll be seein’ you. THE SENIOR MAGNET 92 Harold Leith You’d just die. Gilbert Lewis And so I says, says I. John MacKinney I’d walk a mile. John Marshall 24794 (Dial). William Maxwell Now, girls. Richard McClung Imagine my embarrassment. Lewis McCracken How much will it cost? Howard McCurdy I’ll give them a break. John Miller Let me tell you something. Ray Miller I want to wander - - - Howard Mortland Did you hear me hit that ”G”? Tut Ralston Have you seen the girl-friend? Eugene Ramsey I had to milk the cows. Paul Riley Listen, I’m telling you. Vincent Stoughton When I was on the team - - - Ray Snyder Lend me your nightwork. Charles Summerville What’s holding the bell? William Tebay The teachers by (at) me. Dorothy Anderson Come on, I’ll do it. Esther Bicker How was I to know? Helen Blakeley I got only 99. What’s wrong? Anna Bowser Sorry, got to study. Dorothy Brandberg Got any gum? Bertha Daubenspeck That’s right. Ruth Findley Sc you! Margaret Friedman Haven’t opened a book. K. L. Gumpper Ida Hartzell Not so hot. Margaret Heginbotham Let’s go down to the Inn. Roseline Holly Hush, girls! Beulah Jaflfc Where’s Margaret? Rebecca Kamerer Wait till I find Roseline. Louise Rummer I rate. Emma Larimore Well, I guess I would. Virginia Lindsey Blow me down! Ruth Little Be nonchalant! Ada Martin That’s that. Esther McDowell What’s up? THE SENIOR MAC.NET 93 ■ sv Agnes McGlincy You have no idea! Helen Miller And how! Kate Miller He’s precious. Mary Alice Minteer Where’s the other half? Mildred Noble Edna Oesterling Hello, kid! Genevieve Orr I’ll try anything once. Shirley Phillips Now I’ll tell one. Grace Rhodaberger Hey there, young fellow. Mary Riddle And again I repeat. Lois Margaret Robb I wouldn’t be knowing. Kathryn Ruff It wasn’t even funny. Lorayne Schreckengost Coming. Solveig Simonson Just ask me. Margaret Spang My dear! Charlotte Torrance Really! Mary Vogeley I’ll say so. Virginia Wright Heah ’tis. Hazel Curry Gee! Jane Eyth I’m going over to 205. Florence Feme Wait till I powder my nose. Alice McCann I’ll tell the world. Hazel McDonald Most assuredly. Ethel McKeown Oh yeah? Ethel McMahan Hey, Virginia, how’s Kate? Margaret Mergel Oh Teacher. Laura Milford Is he nice? Maxine Phillips Simply divine. Genevieve Somerville I’se regusted. Audrienne Stull Have you heard that - - Paul Black O. K., Colonel. Joseph Cicco Come on! I’ll match you. Bus Coyle Can I take ’em, kid? John Dickey Sh-h-h! I’m smoking Luck John Gazetos Got any candy? Hugh Hemphill That Roman nose. Daniel Joseph Am I hard to please? Norman Mark Can’t tell. Harry Masters More fun! Mike Pawk Spelling again! Wilbur Thomas Viola Blymiller Elizabeth Boyer Will my date never show up? Marian Butler Marian Campbell I’m game. Florinda Cleeland Never let on. Ruth Gilghrist Uh huh, why not? Esther Hazlett Oh it’s thrilling. Margaret Leith These boys. Alice MacGregor Yes, Mr. Wick. Mary Mamula How do you like these shoes? Jennie Mustello That dress. Kathleen Palmer Hold everything. Grace Rose They call me Grace. Marie Schenck I’m just the type. Lois Schirmer ’Lo. Twyla Smith Lend me a comb. Virginia Troutman What a man. Dorothy Weisenstein It’s a gift. Esther Yost Do we click? Lines Written c5After ( ramming ® Senior dNlemory Worl{ Lorayne Schreckengost I have lived long enough; my way of life Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Is fallen into the seer, the yellow leaf, Is frostly but kindly As man’s ingratitude; And that which should accompany old age Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent Where our desire is got without content. THE SENIOR MAGNET 95 ■ 3V Til E SENIOR MAC.VET ;� 6 . vr Mr. Storey: 'Give me an illustration of how far it is to the sun from the earth.” Paul Riley: If a person started in Hugh Hemphill’s Lexington, travel ling at the rate of 5 0 (?) miles an hour, it would take him urvtil Miss Purvi bobbed her hair to reach the sun.” ----- b. h. s. ---------- Miss Brier: 'You seemed to be busy for about five minutes. What’s the matter now?” Genevieve Somerville: I have it all copied now, teacher.” ----- B. H. S. ---------- Wesley Miller: Is there a dictionary around here?” Marie Schenck: What for?” W. M.: I want to look up some of those magnanimous words that Miss Wigton fed us in shorthand.” ----- B. H. S. ---------- Dorothy Weisenstein: What rime is it?” John Dickey: Ten to.” D. W.: Ten to what?” J. D.: Tend to your own business.” ----- b. H. s. ---------- Bob Hice: During the war, the Germans named their battleships after jokes.” Richard Ihlenfeld: Why?” Bob: So the English couldn’t see them.” ----- b. h. s. ---------- Max Graffius: Say, John, how old do you suppose Mr. Irvine is?” John Gazetos: Pretty old. I hear that he taught Caesar.” ----- B. h. s. ---------- Kate Miller: I bet you’re just crazy to kiss me.” John Marshall: Yeh! I’d have to be.” ----- b. H. s. ---------- Miss Wise: I’ve just had my face lifted.” Chester Jiles: There must be some mistake. Who would steal such a thing?” --------- B. H. S. -- Mr. Hogg: Why were you late this morning, William?” William Tebay: A man lost a dollar bill, and a crowd was looking for it.” Mr. Hogg: That’s no excuse.” W. T.: Yes, it is. I was standing on it.” -----B. H. s. ----------- Mr. Wick: Are you talking to someone back there, Gilbert? Gilbert Lewis: No, sir. I’m talking to myself.” Mr. Wick: What are you doing that for?” Gilbert: I want to hear what I have to say.” TH10 SENIOR MAGNET 97 Chuck Summerville (inspecting freshman): What are you doing with your socks on wrong side out?” Freshman: My feet got hot so I turned the hose on them.” ----- b. H. s. ------- Dorothy Anderson: I showed mother the verses you sent me. She was pleased.” Harold Leith: Indeed. And pray, what did she say?” Dot: She said she was glad I wasn’t going with a poet.” ----- B. H. s. ------- Fat Foringer, having climbed to the top of the roof of a very steep house, lost his footing, and began to slide towards the ground very swiftly. O Lord, save me!” he cried. O Lord, save me! O Lord - - - -never mind, I’ve caught on a nail.” ----- B. H. S. ------- Many true words are spoken through false teeth. ----- b. H. s. ------- John Marshall: Say, do you know who I am?” Freshie: No, don’t you?” ----- b. H. s. ------- Miss Critchlow: Name three articles containing starch.” Beulah Jaffe: Two cuffs and a collar.” ----- B. H. s. ------- Teacher: What is density?” Chas. Summerville: I don’t know, but I can give an illustration.” Teacher: The illustration is good; sit down.” ----- b. H. s. ------- Anna Bowser: What is meant in the Bible, 'By their fruits ye shall know them.’ ” Elizabeth Boyer: Greeks and Italians.” ----- b. H. s. ------- Esther Hazlett: What did you do to this meat? It has a peculiar taste.” Esther Bicker: Oh nothing; it got a little burnt, but I put Unguen- tine on it right away.” ----- b. h. s. ------- Richard Heck: How can I drive a nail without hitting my fingers?” Dick Ihlenfeldt: Hold the hammer with both hands.” ----- B. H. s. ------- Visitor: Who is the responsible man in this school?” Ralston: I don’t know who is the responsible man, but I always get the blame.” ----- B. H. S. ------- Vincent Stoughton (looking at his first windmill): Boy, these are some electric fans for cooling the cows!” 98 THE SENIOR MAGNET Marian Butler: What average did you have to get into college?” Boy friend: I just got in by the skin of my teeth, but I got thrown out by a wide margin.” ----- B. H. s. ----- Virginia Troutman: Paul kissed me last night.” Father: How many times?” Virginia: I came to confess, not to brag.” ----- B. H. s. ----- A ROMANCE OF YOUTH We walked along together; The moonlight lit the sand, My darling was beside me, I held her little - - - shawl. Yes, I held her little shawl, How fast the evening flies! We spoke in tones of love, I gazed into her - - - lunch basket. Yes, I gazed into the lunch basket, And wished I had a taste— There sat my lovely charmer, My arm about her - - - umbrella. Embracing her umbrella, This charming little miss, Her eyes were full of mischief, I slyly stole a - - - sandwich. —Kopied. ----- b. H. s. ----- Mike Demyanovitch: Which of the parables do you like best?” Paul Riley: The one where somebody loafs and fishes.” ----- B. H. S. ----- Rosaline Holly: Do you use Crisco?” Lois Schirmer: No, I don’t ” Rosaline: Why not?” Lois: Because it’s shortening.” ----- B. H. s. ----- Mr. Bernlohr: Why are you late to civics class?” Dick Ihlenfeld: Because you started before I got here.” ----- B. H. S. ----- Harold Leith (gazing at a statue): They sure had to hand it to Venus, didn’t they?” Elizabeth Boyer: How come?” Harold: She couldn’t reach very far.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 90 And there was the story of the two Jews, Pat and Mike. ----- B. H. s. ----- Mr. Wick: Oh! Well, there must be one fool in every room ’ bus Coyle: Yeh! I know the one in this one.” ----- B. h. s. ----- Dorothy Brandberg: Do you know what the hardest thing is about skating?” Maxine Phillips: No, what?” Dot: The floor.” ----- B. H. S. ----- Mr. Bernlohr: Why is liquor prohibited in the U. S.?” Ethel McMahan: Because there are so many airplanes and automobiles flying around it would not be safe.” ----- B. H. s. ----- THE ONLY CURE If you don’t feel just right. If you can’t sleep at night, If you moan and sigh. If your throat feels dry, If you don’t care to smoke, If your food makes you choke. If your heart doesn’t beat. If you are getting cold feet, If your head’s in a whirl. Why not marry the girl? ----- B. H. s. ----- Mr. Hogg: If you don’t toe the mark around here, I will have to take drastic steps.” Fred Croft: Why not run?” ----- b. h. s. ----- Marie Schenck: Did you ever play on the piano?” Charles Summerville: Yeh, once when I was young, but I fell off the darn thing.” ----- B. H. s. ----- Twyla Smith: What would you find if you visited the moon?” Viola Blymiller: Moonshine.” ----- B. H. s. ----- Kind old lady: Pardon me, but you are walking with one foot in the gutter.” Wilbur Thomas: Thank goodness; I thought I was lame.” ----- B. H. S. ----- Ruth Gilghrist: How many subjects are you carrying?” Dick McClung: Two.” Ruth: How come?” Dick: I’m dragging three.” (Laugh this off). 100 THE SENIOR MAGNET Ray Snyder: Yes, dad. I’m a big gun up at high school.” Father: Well then, why don’t I hear better reports?” ------ B. H. s. ---- It’s the little things in life that tell,” said Hazel McDonald as she dragged her kid sister out from under the sofa. ------ B. H. s. ---- Miss Wigton: And that’s final.” A. Sr.: Do tell.” Miss Wigton: What’s that?” A. Sr.: I said, 'Yes.’ ” Miss Wigton: It sounded like more to me.” A. Sr.: Well, maybe I did make a mistake.” ------b. h. s. ----- THE QUESTION BOX How can I tell if Jane loves me?—Lovesick Howard. Put on a clean shirt and ask her. «■ «■ x «■ «• How can I increase Kate’s love and affection for me?— . M. Pretend that you do not care for her. Step out with other girls. If this doesn’t work, I must be wrong. How can I bring my girl back? Read my own personal book on Conqueror.” I am afraid that I am losing ground. —Tut. Love Affairs and How I Became a Why do the girls all fall for me? —Count S. Maybe you have IT. If it isn’t one reason, it must be another. How can I make sure that I have made no mistake in my selection of a man? —H. B. I pass. Ask Miss O’Brien. «• Will you tell me how to make the girls like me? —Blue Eyes. Blue Eyes: Sprinkle just a little of my Heavenly Potion” on your lapel. This will prove effective. ----- B. H. s. ----- A. Senior: Do you want something to play with?” Freshman: Sure—Come on over.” ----- B. h. s. ----- And then the popular song we hear around here lately, With My Guitar and Your Consumption.” ----- B. h. s. ----- Margaret Friedman: What are textiles?” Rebecca Kamerer: People that live in Texas.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 101 C Cute—Paul Black. L Lively—Agnes McGlincy. A Ambitious—Bus Coyle. S Short—Lois Schirmer. S Sunny—Marian Butler. O Optimistic—Viola Blymiller. F Foolish—William Tebay and Tut Ralston. T Tall—Vincent Stoughton. H Helpless—The whole class. 1 Innocent—Fat Foringer. R Ritzy—K. L. Gumpper. T Tiny—Ethel McMahan. Y Yes Man”—John Dickey. O Obedient—Grace Rhodaberger and Anna Bowser. N Nice—Virginia Troutman. E Energetic—Wesley Miller. ---- B. H. S. ------ Louise Rummer: This ten cent piece doesn’t ring true.” Emma Larimore: What do you want for a dime? A set of chimes?” ---- b. h. s. ------ Chuck Summerville: Men of my type are not running loose.” Bertha Daubenspeck: Of course not; that’s what asylums are for.” ---- B. H. s. ------ Miss Critchlow: What can you tell me of nitrates?” Virginia Lindsey: Well - - er - - they are cheaper than day rates.” ---- B. H. s. ------ It is reported that Miss Rankin’s most popular song is Among My Souvenirs.” ---- B. H. s. ------ Advice to A Senior Girls: We advise you girls, when the handsome (?) senior boys make love to you, never to believe that they arc sincere until they conclusively prove it by committing suicide on your account. ---- B. H. s. ------ Ada Martin: Did you hear that K. L. Gumpper was mobbed for phoning?” Esther McDowell: No, how was that?” Ada: Yes, she was saxaphoning.” Alice MacGregor: Don’t tell anyone, but Wilbur slipped this ring on my finger last night.” Mary Mamula: It is nice looking, but it will make a black circle around your finger before you have worn 't a week. It did on mine. ’ 102 THE SENIOR MAGNET A DIARY OF A DAY IN SCHOOL By A Senior of 201 8:30—Get up. I find I must hurry. 8:3 5—I finish dressing. Go downstairs. 8:45—Finish breakfast. Start for school. 8:5 5—Arrive at school late. Mr. Hogg has heard my excuse before. 9:00—Arrive in 201. Under the strict supervision of Miss O’Brien. 9:10—Dismissed from room—minor offense—throwing chalk. 9:15—Mr. Hogg catches me walking the hall. Takes me to office. 9:30—Arrive at next class. Remain here all period. 10:10—Chapel bell. 10:15—Seated in chapel. 10:17—Dismissed from chapel. (Cause unknown yet). 10:40—Receive more study hall. 10:45—Arrive in next class. Called down four times. Finally dismissed. (Forgot to do my nightwork). 11:50—Arrive at last class of morning. Get along fairly well. 12:00—Morning session over—start for lunch. 12:15—Arrive home. 12:30—Commence to eat. 1:00—Finish eating. Start for school. 1:17—Arrive at school late. My excuse accepted. (Tore my pants). 1:2 5—Arrive at class. Like this class. Nice girl sits across the aisle. I remain here for full period. 1: 5 8—Start for next class. 1:59—Meet nice girl in hall. Take her to class. 1:62—Arrive at class late. (I was over to the office). 2:40—Class over. 2:50—I arrive outside. Walk downtown. Spend an hour in various ways. Buy provisions for study hall. 4:05—Arrive in study hall. Spend 5 5 minutes in recreation. 5:00—Study Hall over. School day finished. (Oh, these wonderful Golden Rule Days!). ---- b. h. s. ---- Joseph Cicco: Did you ever notice that a loud talker is usually an ignorant person?” Mike Pawk: Well, don’t shout so loud. I’m not deaf.” ---- B. H. s. ---- Genevieve Orr (speaking of ghosts): How can a dead man get into a locked room?” Ida Hartzell: With a skeleton key.” ---- B. H. S. ---- Mary Vogeley: My dog took first prize at the cat show.” Grace Rose: How can that be?” Mary: It ran away with the prize cat.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 103 Mike Pawk: What are those?” Harry Masters: They are cranberries.” Mike: Are they fit to eat?” Harry: Fit to eat? Why when they are stewed they make better apple sauce than prunes do.” ------ b. h. s. ----- Miss Reed (in play practice): What is the matter, Mary?” Mary Riddle: I don’t know.” Miss Reed: Ah! I see. It’s just maidenly hesitation.” ------ B. H. s. ----- Miss McNees: When was Joseph Conrad born?” Mike Demyonavitch: In 1867 at the age of 19.” ------ B. H. S. ----— Norman Mark: I feel like thirty cents.” Kathleen Palmer: Well, everything is higher than it used to be.” ------ B. H. s. ----- Jennie Mustello: How do you parse the word kiss?” Laura Milford: This word is a noun but it is usually used as a con- junction. It is never declined and more common than proper. It is not very singular in that it is usually used in the plural. It agrees with me.” ------ b. H. s. ----- Florence Feme: I have insomnia. I can’t sleep if there is the least noise such as a cat on the back fence.” Doctor: Here—this powder will be effective.” Florence: When do I take it?” Doctor: You don’t take it. You give it to the cat in some milk.” ------ B. H. s. ----- OUR SIMILE CORNER As worn as a detour around a toll gate in Scotland. As careful as the average high school driver. As chaste as a hat on a windy day. As long as the distance between two points over a detour. As talkative as John Dickey. As handsome as Howard McCurdy. As smart as Dick McClung. ------ B. H. s. ----- Miss Brier: What are you doing?” Charlotte Torrence: Nothing.” Miss Brier: What are you doing, Shirley?” Shirley Phillips: Helping Charlotte.” ------ B. H. s. ----- Mr. Palmer (in chemistry): Anything containing hot air is bound to rise.” Doug Leith (to neighbor): I wonder what’s holding him down.” 104 THE SENIOR MAGNET Margaret Mergel: Have you taught school here all your life?” Miss Purvis: No. Not yet.” ----- b. h. s. ------ Kathryn Ruff: What is more foolish than sending coal to New Castle?” Mary Riddle: Sending milk to Cowes.” (Probably the Freshmen will have to look this one up). ----- b. H. s. ------ Fat Foringer (to cop): Say, Jack, which is the road to Evans City?” Cop: How did you know my name was Jack?” Fat: I guessed it.” Cop: Then guess your way to Evans City.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Virginia Wright: How can the government put a stop to suicide?” Solveig Simonson: Make it a capital offense, punishable with death.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Advice To A Senior Boys Say it with flowers, Say it with sweets, Say it with kisses, Say it with eats, Say it with diamonds That make her blink; But always take care Not to say it with ink. ----- B. H. s. ------ Father: What do you mean by bringing my daughter in at four o’clock?” Howard Mortland: I have to go to work at six.” ----- b. H. s. ------ Maxine Phillips: What makes these sardines so high?” Clerk: They’re imported.” Maxine: I’ll take the domestic ones; those that had sense enough to swim across to this country.” ----- b. H. s. ------ Father: My boy, think of the future.” Bus Coyle: I can’t. It’s my girl’s birthday, and I must think of the present.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Hazel Currie: I made this cake all by myself.” Jane Eyth: I can easily understand that, but who helped you to lift it out of the oven?” ----- B. H. s. ------ Margaret Friedman: How did you hurt your hand? Have you been fighting?” Harold Leith: Yes, those were sharp teeth that Ray Snyder used to have.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 105 A MODEL B. H. S. Keagle and Riley, Inc. 1. Permission for the boys to smoke in the halls and cuspidors furnished. 2. Lessons assigned and prepared by the teachers and read to the students in dramatic style. 3. Morris chairs furnished for each senior in the class room. 4. Sundaes, sodas, and cracker-jack served by the girls in the office. 5. Convenient places for making dates established. 6. Chewing gum slots placed in the halls and sentences written by office force. 7. Tardiness and unexcused absences to be counted as a credit. 8. College Humor” to be on book reading list for seniors. 9. Dances to be held in the gym every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. (Orchestra furnished by school). 10. How to make love” and How to waste time” to be emphasized in every class. 11. Freshmen and sophs suppressed, juniors squelched, and seniors in full sway. 12. A vacation every two weeks. Vacation to continue from one to two weeks. 13. No studying in any of Miss Wigton’s or Mr. Bcrnlohr’s classes. 14. Cars furnished by state to be put over the road by seniors in their leisure time. 13. Popular songs introduced for graduation exercises. ----- b. H. s. ------ Kathleen Palmer: My father has George Washington’s watch.” Jennie Mustello: That’s nothing. My dad has Adam’s apple.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Audrienne Stull: When do the leaves begin to turn?” Margaret Mergel: The day before examination.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Clerk: This chemistry book will do half of your work for you.” Tubby Marshall: Great! I’ll take two of them.’ ----- B. H. s. ------ Marian Campbell: What is your idea of harmony?” Ada Martin: A freckled faced girl, in a polka dot dress, leading a giraffe.” ----- B. H. S. ------ That’s the guy I’m laying for,” said the hen as the farmer crossed the barnyard.” ----- b. h. s. ------ A man would be crazy to go to a place like that,” said the guide as he pointed to an insane asylum. ----- b. H. s. ------ Shirley Phillips: They say a kiss shortens your life by three minutes.” Esther Yost: No, it doesn’t. It just makes the time go faster.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 106 ' • .■ —— ' i! £JL K� John T. Hogg: I’m left handed.” Gene Ramsey: That can’t be right.” ----- b. h. s. ------- Beulah Jaffe: I wrote that essay in ten minutes and thought nothing of it.” Miss Reed: I read it and didn’t think any more of it.” ----- B. H. s. ------- Mr. Bernlohr: Give for a certain year the number of tons of coal shipped out of the United States.” Helen Miller: 1492, none.” Miss O’Brien (to Mike Demyonavitch): Why are you not writing?” Mike: I ain’t got no pen.” Miss O’Brien: Where’s your grammar?” Mike: She’s dead.” ----- b. h. s. ------- Sunday School Teacher: My word, doesn’t that boy swear terribly?” Frank Hollock: Yes, he sure does. He may know the words, but he doesn’t put any expression in them.” ----- B. H. s. ------- Miss McNees: Shirley, in what institution was Charles Dickens born?” Shirley Phillips: ' In an orphan asylum.” ----- B. H. S. ------- Mr. Bernlohr: Do you believe this to be right?” Paul Deal: I do.” Mr. Bernlohr: You want to be careful about using that expression too freely. Look what it did to me.” ----- B. H. S. ------- Genevieve Orr: I thought you said you would die for me.” Ray Snyder: I did, but don’t rush me.” ----- b. H. s. ------- Joe Cicco (in civics): I think the crime wave can be stopped by do- ing away with the slums.” Mr. Bernlohr: How will they do that?” J. C.: Put them in workhouses to banish them from society.” ----- b. H. s. ------- Agnes McGlincy answered the phone the other night and a cheerful voice inquired, What number is this?” Agnes (in no mood for trifling): You ought to know. You called it.” ----- B. H. s. ------- Two A Senior speed-demons were arraigned before an alderman on a charge of hurdling the low spots in the road with their car. Magistrate: Have you a lawyer?” Seniors (in unison): No sir, we’ve decided to tell the truth.” THE SENIOR MAGNET 107 Norman Mark: We have the best strawberries on our farm you ever saw.” John Dickey: Do you use fertilizer?” N. M.: No, just cream and sugar.” ----- b. h. s. ------ Teacher: How do you like school?” Jane Eyth: Closed.” ----- b. H. s. ------ When the donkey saw the zebra He began to switch his tail. Well, I never! said the donkey. That’s a mule that’s been in jail. —Kopied. ----- b. h. s. ------ Mary Vogeley: If they raise sugar beets in the South, what do they raise in the West?” Bob Hice: Cain.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Frank Hollock: Did you see a wagon load of monkeys go by?” Audrienne Stull: No. Did you fall off?” ----- B. h. s. ------ Chet Jiles: I suppose there will be a lot of women made miserable when I get married.” Flo Cleeland: How many women arc you going to marry?” ----- B. H. s. ------ Virginia Wright: What’s the matter with your back? Did you hurt it?” Howard McCurdy: No, I bought a new shirt and have to walk this way to fit it.” ----- b. H. s. ------ Tut Ralston: Oh, look at the rhinoceros.” Bill Tebay: That ain’t no rhinoceros. That’s a hippo; can’t you sec it has no radiator cap?” ----- b. h. s. ------ Anna Bowser: Does Emma attend church regularly?” Margy Spang: Very. She hasn’t missed an Easter Sunday in ten years.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Marion Butler: Why in the world didn’t you jump out of the road of that train?” Flo Cleeland: I had just come from a movie where some slow motion pictures were showing.” ----- B. H. S. ------ Lois Robb: Why don’t you try to keep out of jail?” Bill Maxwell: I did once, but I got two months extra for resisting an officer.” Till-; SENIOR MAGNET 108 m J— 1 - 11 .-—- --------' --- Lewis McCracken: This blueberry pie looks queer.” Rebecca Kamerer: Gosh, I bet I put in too much bluing!” ----- b. H. s. ----- Mother: Didn’t I tell you to notice when the soup boiled over?” Lorayne Schreckengost: I did. It was half past ten.” ----- B. H. s. ----- John Clements: Please.” She: No!” John: Oh, please.” She: No!” John: Oh, please do!” She: Positively no!” John: Oh, please, just this once.” She: I said NO!” John: Oh gee, mom. All the boys arc going barefooted.” ----- B. H. s. ----- Paul Black: I’m sorry I came on this deer hunting trip to shoot deer.” Mike Pawk: Yeh! But look at all the fawn you’d have missed.” ----- B. H. s. ----- And the pathetic song of the pugilist: Ear today and cauliflower tomorrow.” ----- b. h. s. ----- Jim Kiester: You crook, you’ve been matching pennies with a coin that’s the same on both sides.” Dick Heck: Well, two heads are better than one.” ----- b. H. s. ----- 1st Lady: So your husband deliberately struck you?” 2nd ditto: Yeh! The contemptible brute deliberately knocked the rollin’ pin out of my hand.” ----- B. H. s. ----- Howard Autenreith asks Fred Croft: Are you a Socialist or is your father rich?” ----- B. h. s. ----- Gib Lewis: What do you do when you arc kissed?” Kate Ruff: I yell.” G. L.: Would you yell if I kissed you?” K. R.: No, I’m still hoarse from last night.” ----- B. H. s. ----- Father: How is it, young man, that I find you kissing my daughter? How is it, I ask you?” Max Graffius: Oh it’s great! It’s great!” ----- b. h. s. ----- Well, I’ve lost another pupil,” said the professor as his glass eye fell to the floor. THE SENIOR MAGNET 109 Margaret Spang: How do you suppose bull fighting started? Mary Vogeley: Oh, some wise Scotchman charged admission to his slaughter house.” ----- B. H. s. ------ How To Keep Tire Truant Officer Away: 1. Hang a scarlet fever sign outside. 2. Turn mad dogs loose on him. 3. Hire gangsters to take him for a ride. 4. Close up front door. Build secret passage into house. 5. Station marines around the door. 6. Change number on your house. 7. Burn down the house. 8. As a last resort, don’t play hookey ----- B. H. s. ------ Rebecca Kamerer: How is business?” Lewis McCracken: Looking up.” Rebecca: What do you mean looking up?” Lewis: Well, it’s flat on its back, isn’t it?” ----- B. H.’ s. ----- Doug Leith: Do you know how the Scotch prevent sea-sickness?” Eugene Ramsay: No.” Doug: They merely hold a silver coin in their mouth.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Helen Blakely: What a beautiful dress Miss Reed is wearing. She says it’s from abroad, doesn’t she?” Emma Larimore: Not exactly in those words. It’s her last year’s dress. The dressmaker turned it inside out, and now she says it’s from the other side.” ----- B. H. s. ------ A sign in a restaurant window: Don’t laugh at our coffee. Some day you will be old and weak yourself.” ----- B. h. s. ------ Mother: John, did you mail that letter I gave you?” John Clements: Yes, mam. I remember very distinctly of mailing it in the first mailbox I came to.” Mother: That will do, John. I gave you no letter to mail.” ----- B. H. S. ------ Lois Margaret Robb: Is Lorayne having any success in learning to drive the car?” Edna Oesterling: Well, the road is beginning to turn when she does.” ----- B. H. S. ------ Mildred Noble: Did you know Dick McClung has hair on only one side of his head?” Emma Larimore: No fooling?” Mildred: Yes, on the outside.” 110 Till-; SENIOR MACNKT We Wotuler Which Is Correct? Miss Reed says that this is the best Senior class that has ever graduated and Mr. Hogg says it is undoubtedly the worst. Send your vote to Amalgamated Ashcan, 1Z4 Royal Road. ------- b. H. s. ---- Seniors, Figure This One Out Luther had it before. Paul had it after. Matthew didn’t have it at all. Old Mrs. Mulligan had it twice in succession. All girls have it. Boys can’t have it. Lowell had it before and after and had it twice as bad after as before. WHAT IS IT? ----- B. H. S. ------ Miss Wertz: Are there any more questions?” Paul Black: Yes, how do you determine the horsepower of a donkey engine?” ----- b. H. s. ------ Esther Yost (on a trip through a prison): What is your name?” Prisoner: Number 999.” Esther: But that is not your real name.” Prisoner: No, only my pen name.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Morten Guitteau: Dad, I saved 10c today. I ran home behind a street car.” Father: Why didn’t you run home behind a bus and save 25c?” ----- B. H. s. ------ Constable: Fishing isn’t allowed here.” Harry Masters: I’m not fishing. I’m teaching this worm to swim.” Constable: You’re under arrest anyway because swimming isn’t al- lowed here without a bathing suit and that worm has no suit.” ----- B. H. s. ------ We hear the unemployment situation inspired the new song, You’ve Brought a New Kind of Loaf to Me.” ----- B. H. s. ------ John Miller (discussing aviation): But what if the plane drops. It must be a terrible death.” John MacKinney: No, they chute themselves first.” ----- B. H. s. ------ Finale John Clements wishes to adjourn the meeting by singing that stirring ballad, When It’s Springtime in the Rockies, It’s Three Hours Before Noon Over Here.” THE SENIOR MAGNET ill 112 vr ♦ - THE SENIOR MAGNET ♦ ♦ Patronize Magnet Advertisers Lunch Room and Confectionery Meals and Lunches At All Honrs Rockenstein’s FANCY HOME MADE CANDIES and PASTRIES 227 South Main Street 1U TLER, PA. Fisher's Cleaning IPorks Dial 43100 36 l]ears in Butler Photography Weddings - Parties Portraiture - Machinery SHEFFLER STUDIO Dial 33522 THE INN CONFECTIONERY Sodas, Cigars and Confections NEWSPAPERS “Service With a Smile” MAGAZINES Corner Hrady and Franklin Sts. — Butler, Penna. WILLIAMS CLOTHES ARE (i SUITING THE TOWN” AND TDK POCKETBOOK VS WELL! SUITS - TOPCOATS - OVERCOATS - TUXEDOS $12.75 245 S. MAIN ST. ALL WOOL WHY PAY MORE? ALL ONE PRICE EARL KAUFMAN—Mgr. It. H. S. Class of May, 1914 $12.75 245 S. MAIN ST. THE SENIOR MAGNET 113 Union Trust Company of Butler “Successors to the Guaranty Trust Company of Butler” 114 THE SENIOR MAGNET STANDARD DRUG STORE Phone 33910 304 North Main Street T. F. Dieffnderffr, Ph. G. Have You Tried Our Delicious Toasted, Roasted, Buttered Sandwiches? After the Show . . After the Qame QUALITY SERVICE SATISFACTION “Get The Standard Habit” Hail! Ye Class of January, l93l May you all achieve success in life and the careers you strive for. I. M. Jaffe’s Leader Store The Store Butler Is Proud Of THE SENIOR MAGNET 115 -------------------------------------- Back Your Team WIN OR LOSE, THEY ARE YOURS. They will play harder and give more if you cheer every play—behind or ahead. Forget the score. Cheer! Cheer ! ! Cheer ! ! ! That Team ! ! ! ! SHOP AT OFFUTTS “It’s Smart To Be Thrifty’’ Coal Operators Sales Co. (RETAIL DEPARTMENT) 4-in. Lump 2-in. Lump Run-of-Mine Size Slack All orders, whether for treated or untreated fuel coal, handled promptly by modern equipment and experienced men. DAYTIME—Dial 3763 - 21022 - 33790 EVENINGS—Dial 33790 - 39083 116 THE SENIOR MAGNET Make Your Wishes Come True Perhaps an education .... an auto . a trip! You can make these come true if you save for them. A small amount of money deposited regularly will make it possible. And before you know it they will be yours. Try our 1931 Christmas Savings Club and you will be more than pleased with the results. Butler Savings Trust Company butler, pa. In the Heart of the City THE SENIOR MAGNET 117 ' ---------- ----------- --------— -------------------:--------------------------♦ Members of the Class of January, 1931 If you expect to enter college next fall, you may arrange to study shorthand and typewriting beginning on the half-day plan, Monday, February 16. Catalog and Complete Information Free on Request Butler Business College A. F. REGAL, Principal 313-315 South Main Street Butler, Penna. -----------------------------------------—♦ TROUTMANS New Frocks For the Mid-winter Graduate Lovely styles for Dinner and formal Evening Wear. Chiffons— Satins — Nets — Lace and Crepes — Pastel Shades and White $10.00 to $35.00 LCNG KID GLOVES for evening wear. 12 and 16 button lengths, $5.50 to 8.95 pair ♦-------------------------♦ 118 THE SENIOR MAGNET «----------------------------------— Butler County's Largest and Most Beautiful Jewelry Store” ROBERT O. CRAWFORD JEWELER Our Way is the Easier and Better Way” PAY AS YOU EARN! DIAL 34145 We Deliver All Articles with First Deposit 148 N; MAIN ST. BUTLER, PA. ORDER YOUR CLASS RINGS HERE 4------------------------------------- ♦ Students of Butler High WE SOLICIT YOUR PATRONAGE We Carry A Full Line Of The Well Known A. G. SPALDING BROS. ATHLETIC SUPPLIES and SPORT GOODS W yolesalc Prices To Teams Come In And Look Around Jim Lyon’s Motor Tire Company JIM LYON, Prop. — A graduate of Butler High 120 E. Cunningham St. Dial 24610 THE SENIOR MAGNET 119 ♦------------------------♦ for BETTER FURNITURE —see REYNOLDS BROTHERS 161 - NORTH - MAIN - STREET ♦-----------------------------------------------------1 HEADQUARTERS FOR YOU’LL ENJOY Standard Thompson’s Paints Ice Cream Kno Gloss Wall Paint Wall Glo Semi Gloss Y Soezy Finishes E Libby-Owens Glass S Mirrors SAN IT ARY Wall Paper I Devoe Artist Colors S Standard Paint “We Have Your Kind” Glass Co. 120 East Jefferson St. Dial 44511 Phone 46880 ♦ 4 r A 4 f ▼ KIRKPATRICK BROS. Clothing, Furnishings, Shoes and Sporting Goods 134 South Main Street ♦ BUTLER, PA. 120 THE SENIOR MAGNET --♦ Congratulations to Class of January ’31 The HORIVVir Store Main at Cunningham Street 4-------------------------—4 JEWELRY is the IDEAL Christmas QIFT Any Time Wonderful new ways of setting, improved cutting of the stones and designing that is unique and interesting have given DIAMOND RINGS added prestige. There is no other gift that charms and endures like this one. It is truly the Lifetime Gift. R.E.Kirkpatrick DIAMONDS WATCHES Next to Court House - - ms- ' SILVERWARE Butler, Pa. THE SENIOR MAGNET 121 Royal and Underwood Portable TYPEWRITERS First Aid To Students THE OFFICE SUPPLY CO. 112 WEST JEFFERSON STREET “Everything for the Office” Two Good Places To Save BANK NAST’S All Wool $9 pO Clothes The NAST Co. “For Satisfactory Service” BUTLER, PA. Green Young The Home of Hart Schaffner Marx Clothes NONE BETTER! McDonald gas oil co. Corner Brady and Franklin Streets PROMPT and COURTEOUS SERVICE Gas Oil Tires TIRE REPAIRING GREASING OIL CHANGING A well-stocked mind is an inheritance which cannot be lost or dissipated Assure the funds for the College Education of your children with a Northwestern Mutual Educational Contract. Watson ) Ferguson PHONE 36100 601-2-3 Savings Bank Bldg. 122 THE SENIOR MAGNET LARKIN COMPANY MANUFACTURERS OF PACKERS and SANI) PUMPS DRILLING and FISHING TOOLS BUTLER, PA. 1 The Ko y Korner Confections East Brady and Second Sts. Dial 22121 t— —♦ COME TO THE Y. M. C. A. Cafeteria FOR A GOOD Home Cooked Meal Rest Room for Ladies. Private rooms for banquets and Special Meals. All are welcome! 4--------------------------4 ♦----------------------♦ Have an Onion! but send her flowers afterward! Leitk’s Your Best Friends are Telling You. ♦----------------------♦ f— —♦ George W. Hazlett Insurance Real Estate 509 Butler County National Bank BUTLER, PA. ♦-------------------- ♦-----:-------------------------------------♦ THE MAIN STUDIO Portraits that Please J. A. MITCHELL, Manager Senior Pictures Taken by The Main Studio 142 South Main Street BUTLER, PA. • � ----------------------------------------4 THE SENIOR MAGNET 123 ► The Main Dru Stores BUTLER anil KITTANNING FRESH DRUGS Home-Made Ice Cream Home-Made Candies IT’S DIFFERENT! EAT DIEHL’S BREAD It’s Made With Fresh Cream! k A ♦ — 4 THE VOGELEY f 1 CANDIES Insurance Agency Stationery, Toilet Articles Rieck’s Ice Cream, Savings Bank Bldg. Prescriptions Insurance in All Us Branches Clarence G. Dixon REAL ESTATE k 4 Main and Diamond Sts. k — 4 k ♦ 4 % w ' f Walker, McElvain ) Fines INSURANCE BUTLER, PA. ► A 124 THE SENIOR MAGNET McBride koch bros. Make Your Home Beautiful With Our New Lace Curtains Plain or Figured Draperies Ruffled Curtains Brenlin Window Shades Cretonnes—Tapestry—Valances Brass Curtain Rods McBRIDE KOCH BROS. 126 NORTH MAIN ST. ♦ DIAMONDS « WATCHES Milo R. Williams Jeweler and Optometrist 120 S. Main Street 196 Main Street Butler, Pa. Greenville, Pa. Gifts For Every Occasion That Are Correct In Style And Quality THE SENIOR MAGNET 125 Style—But Not Style Alone Expert Fitting Service “VOGUE SHOES J. K. SHOES KETTERER’S “AHEAD AT THE FOOT” 224 South Main St. ► ( ► « PalaceConfectionery Nicholas J. Gazettos, Prop. “The Home of Fine Confections” Ice Cream and Fruits Not How Cheap But How Good! 216 SOUTH MAIN ST. Butler, Pa. k A k ▲ i r V ' C. E. Miller ALWAYS— Quality The Most Fashionable Stvles Footwear FOR THE FAMILY BICKEL’S 215 South Main St. SHOE STORE BUTLER, PA. ♦ P « BUTLER, PA. 1 - ♦----------------------------------------------f- WALL PAPER PAINTS Varnish 4-Hour Enamels Stains Automobile Enamel Picture Framing Butler Decorating Company 236 North Main St. “Spero’s” “Sar-a-Lee” FOOTWEAR Shoes, in the modern inodes to please the most fastidious RELIABLE SHOE STORE 142 North Main St. — BUTLER, PA. ♦--------------------------1------------------------♦ THE SENIOR MAGNET 12« .•Quality Clothes.• For Men, Young Men, and Boys Exclusive—Not Expensive TURGEON and McCARREN HICKEY FREEMAN CLOTHES ♦--------------------- + Ira McJunkin Geo. A. Mitchell L. S. McJunkin Company INSURANCE 118 East Jefferson St. BUTLER, PA. HARRY WIMER, INC. Engineers and Constructors SAVINGS BANK BLDG. KEYSTONE BANK BLDG. BUTLER, PA. PITTSBl RGH, PA. f----------------- --------------------------♦ Constantly a Better Store The Home of True Values and Courteous Treatment QHEAFFER’Q PENS. PENCILS. DESK SETS, SKRIP. Skrip “Makes all pens write better and Lifetime Pens write best.” Groliman’s Drug Store Prescription Druggists In our Near Home Corner North Main and North Sts. ♦ « THE SENIOR MAGNET 127 PHOID GRAPHS forever Phone 20524 for an appointment Fetterhoff Studio 110 South Ulain St. Butler, Pa Kodak Finishing a Specialty ♦ Assorted Chocolates 1 - 2 - 3 - 5 lb Boxes All Home Made CUMMINGS CONFECTION’RY 146 N. MAIN ST. DIAL 28632 ----—■----------tA --♦ Our Clothes Have “It” In Style and Fit HEADQUARTERS FOR COLLEGE CLOTHES Sam Cohn Co. ►---------------------------—----------i t----------------------------------------♦ The Canton Engraving and Electrotype Company CANTON, OHIO Campbell’s Good Furniture ALFRED A. CAMPBELL 337-39 South Main Street • ----i ♦ ♦ The Big Bank. By the Court House” The Butler County National Bank and Trust Company RESOURCES OVER $14,500,000.00 I --2--- -----------------------7----------------------------------l RECORD ..fff.t PRINT V v ' fit Have none of the stinting that usually accompanies gift buying. Do not drain your salary check at Christmas time. Start a Christmas Savings NOW for next year so that you can buy all that you want in the way of gifts and still not touch your usual revenue. Many plans available, to meet all purses. Come in today and let us tell you about them. 128 THE SENIOR MAGNET Make Next Xmas A Happy One Jr « . k‘ k-.- � ■ : - v , . •- .. ■ . JL. , V 5 - —' ■ a s - ! ♦ JK ,. «• • -. ■- : . ms -; � tm J A Jwk i � 1.1 1 ... ‘A.t, £ . V - ‘T 5 v; 1 ■ ’ I :Xr.- ■' -■ , 'vj • VtfS •?■ . . ( v : '• 4r W? A aCS' I k£j nJaL •'vy '5 ■ P - . .3- n i j' t'M f 7 f • UV . 7r — fc v ;• - - ■• Jr Jfv a..: . 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