Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1932 volume:

THE SENIOR MAQNET PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF BUTLER SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL JANUARY, 1932 To Our Esteemed Superintendent John A. Gibson Forty Years Builder and Defender of the Butler Public Schools His Monument without Granite and His Eulogy without Words This Volume of The Magnet is Affectionately Dedicated by The Class of January, 1932 Butler Senior High School ■ (Congratulations to you (fM.r. Qibson John G. McMarlin Dr. Thomas M. Maxwell George E. Howard Frank L. Weigand Harry L. Graham living members of the Board of Education, whom you so ably and willingly assisted and supported in the planning and erection of the present Senior High School. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 7 (Contents Ex Libris Page 1 Dedication Page 4 Congratulations Page 6 Seniors Page 9 Literary Page 19 Magnet Staff Page 42-43 Editorial Page 44 Activities Page 45 Athletics Page 5 3 Features Page 63 Faculty Snaps Page 64-6 5 Jokes Advertisements Page 91 Entered as 2nd class matter at the Pcstoffice at Butler, Pa., and mailed at the special rate of postage under Act of October 3, 1917. Published nine times per year. Subscription price, SI.00 per year. 8 THE SENIOR MAGNET Qraduation LaVerne Allen When first we donned those caps and gowns, We felt like persons of great renown; As we walked down the aisle at that slow, steady pace, We just couldn’t summon a smile to our face— That was Baccalaureate. Once again we put on those long black gowns, But we couldn’t sit there to-night and frown. We laughed at the speakers and the way they told The jokes on us, which would never grow old— That was Class Night. Again in our gowns we sat on the stage; We heard our classmates each speak like a sage. We thought of these friends whom we’d soon say we knew • We received our diplomas, our high school days through— That was Commencement. . . . We are sitting on the stage all dressed up fine, For this is the last. We have come to the time When out into the world we’ll all have to go. May our classmates prosper in all they do— Farewell. 10 ion— THE SENIOR MAGNET —------- SV Twila Albert Always smiling, never noisy, but full of fun—that describes Twi to a T”. La Verne Allen La Petite” member of our class, of whom the old saying holds: Good goods come in small packages.” Jordon Ball We honestly believe that Jordon is bashful. Just the same, he is always in the best of spirits. Leroy Bartoe Who’s the shortest boy in the class?— Leroy. That is, if you are measuring from the ceiling. Grace Behm Grace is one of those quiet, unaffected, sweet girls that everyone likes. Helga Bischetsrieder If you want to know French, just see Helga; she is a walking French Dictionary. Grace Blain Although Grace never let her lessons worry her, we know that study, not brains, was her only need. Ada Botti Ada h as her future wisely planned. As Somebody’s Stenog”, she will surely excel. Madeline Bright With all her fun, she is mild in disposition, and never neglects her studies. Mary Bray When speaking of pals, one just naturally thinks of Mary. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 11 15V ,or Erma Bubak Taking into consideration her size, one would never realize such power of speech. Hazi-l Burr A girl with plenty of humor behind her mask of dignity. John Bernard Campbell The better we get to know John, the prouder we are that he is a member of our class. Samuel Clicquennoi Though carefree and jolly, Sam was always ready to do his share. Marybel Conabee How does Marybel ever get her lessons when every holiday on the calendar points to Penn State? Audrey Crispin You have certainly won a place in B. H. S. as a quiet, but true friend and student. Freda Culbertson Nine times out of ten you will find Freda strolling through the halls with Audrey. Hazel Dambaugh An earnest student and a good friend— that’s Hazel. Leslie Dorn Freshmen would never take her to be a senior; but though she’s small, she’s wise. WlLMER DOUTHETT A reticent fellow, but all backwardness was forgotten on the track. 12 •ran THE SENIOR MAGNET Anees Esper He isn’t much for talking, but is convincing in the statements he makes. Vivian Faulk A friend to everyone, her happy, frank personality finds a friend in all. Paul Fishel Paul’s argumentive ability makes us fear that he will wind up in politics. Charles Forcht We do not wonder that, for Charles, all roads lead to Maharg Street. Paul Frederick Paul has the unique ability to argue on any subject, and never fails to show that ability. Kennard Fuller Kay tried a grin when a baby and liked it so well he has kept it up ever since. Margaret Fulton Peg looks like a quiet girl, but you can’t judge a book by its cover. Charles Gallagher Football is Chuck’s reason for living. Work on. Chuck. Notre Dame needs a good coach. Arthur Geyer We cannot resist the old quotation: Then he would talk. Ye gods, how he would talk!” Ralph Goehring Here, boys and girls, is our cartoonist, poet, humorist. Fame is sure to follow him. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 13 sev Richard Graham We often wondered why the Butler store attracts girls; now we know—Dick works there. William C. Graham Versatility, vim and vigor—these are Bill’s middle name. Some day we expect to be proud to say we knew him well. Alfred Gumpper A saxaphone player is always admired by the weaker sex and he certainly can make a sax” talk. Kitty Harper Dark brown hair and eyes are dangerous. Kitty has proved this to many admirers. Martha Jane Hazlett Sweet brown eyes that give a fellow a sinky feeling. How we all like our pretty little athletic Martha Jane. Esther Heilman Her first group reports never seemed to interfere with her good times. Esther is certainly popular. Ray Heilman Like a sailor, Ray is said to have a girl in every port. Alif.ne Heist Here we have the picture of a future nurse. Lucky patients”, we say. Beryl Henshaw We now introduce you to a quiet, bashful youth, whose dark eyes can, nevertheless, sparkle with fun. Chester Hindman Here comes Chester down the hall. Duck the blues, ’cause he is sure death to anything indigo. 14 v' ir THE SENIOR MAGNET Alice Hodges Did you ever see Alice angry? Neither did I. I don’t believe we ever will. James Huselton Because of Jimmy’s skill in woodwork, we hope to see him succeed Mr. Eld ridge some day. Earl Israel Earl’s phenomenal success in selling Skidding” tickets should recommend him to a circus as ticket seller for the side show. John Jackman Girls and books were seldom noticed by John, but success is sure to notice him. Mary Ellen Kif.ster If brains were money, Mary Ellen would certainly be a millionaire. William Hoon Bill does drive a Ford, but he doesn’t ride a pony in Vergil. John Kozak If you have not seen John in action on a basketball floor, you have missed a lot. Michael Krenytzky Mike’s brown eyes and wavy hair have sent many a defenseless girl’s heart fluttering. Helen Kurtz Jolly and friendly—what will B. H. S. do without Helen? Rose Lewis Her sunny smile brightens our class room, even though we are having exams. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 .«!■'--- --- ---------- ---------------------- Rita McAndrew To see Rita play basketball makes one realize the vim and vigor with which she tackles everything. Ethel Means Although she is very quiet, yet the dignity she possesses proclaims her a true senior. Euphemia Moisakos Four valuable elements are present in this lass: Loyalty, truth, gentleness and perseverance. Jean Nicholas We think that Jean should be an actress. Her success in Skidding” would convince any producer. Edna O’Day Silence is golden,” according to some people—but not according to F.dna. Clyde Oesterling You may know our class is proud of Clyde, since we judged him worthy to be our president. Elizabeth Oesterling A good sport, full of pep—we can’t imagine a dull time with Bitsie” around. Elmer Olson He is a mountain of good humor backed by a generous supply of good sense. John Patterson There is more fun in him than a casual observer would think. Olga Perozok Olga’s motto is work and smile” r.nd she lives up to it splendidly. 15 lev 16 -'Sir THE SENIOR MAGNET Arthur Pride Arthur was always happiest when he had the class in an uproar. Ruth Ralph Ruth seems doomed to be a housewife. Who couldn’t get along with Ruth? Ruth Rauschenberger She has never been known to flunk a subject, because learning is her element. Sara Ray Our idea of a perfect, though gentle, farmerette; a quiet observer of all that goes on around her. Loraine Reed Where devilment prevails, Reedy” rules supreme. It takes a good sport to have a good time. Carl Rif.gel We envy Carl’s nonchalance. Nothing ever bothers him, except perhaps the ladies. Frances Rivers Frances’s ability to dance and type precludes the idea of failure. Marie Robison Wouldn’t it be a great old world if we could all be as cheerful as Marie? Kenneth Rodgers Ken shows little affection for the girls, but things are not always what they seem. John Schlicht A good friend, a good orator, a good actor, and you ought to hear him in English class ! Dorothy Schorner Do extraordinary artistic and linguistic powers go together? Ask Dot’s home room teacher ! Silvia Schwartz Silvia, besides being one of our most brilliant students, is one of the sweetest and shyest. Howard Scott Howard’s bashfulness has not in any way conflicted with his football ability. Alvin Shakely Why do Alvin’s fair hair and blue eyes have such a lure for the ladies? Benjamin Sherman According to the old saying, Fiery temper goes with red hair”, but this is not true of Ben. Mildred Shick Ever hear of Cabot? Just ask Mid. She'll tell you all about it. Saul Silverman His movements may be slow, but they are always sure. Bertram Smith A suggested motto for Bertram’s moustache: If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again !” Hawley Snyder We all agree that Hawley is our most athletic boy. Cool, quiet, steady—what a football center he made ! Hazel Stoughton Butler High School received a valuable addition when Hazel blew in from R. D. 6. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 18 THE SENIOR MAGNET Ruth Stoughton When you see Ruth you will realize why Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.” Mildred Turner Mid is gifted. Athletic ability anj honor standing—what more could one ask? Mary Wade Mary possesses an alluring disposition. If you don’t believe us, just ask Ken. Kathleen Wagner Apparently she’s quiet, but when it comes to a really good time, Kathleen is right on the job. John L. Wilson Enthusiastic, good looking and popular, especially with the girls—that’s Johnny. Michael Zgibor Quiet and earnest, Mike gives his best all the time. Last Rgll Qall The last roll call is over; The last absence blank in. Room 201 widens To the School Room of the World. May we find there Comrades as true as these have been, As quick to see the good in us, Forgive our weakness, and laugh Always at the funny side of things. And when we come at last To Life’s Great Roll-call, May we go, clean-handed and unafraid, To meet again these dear old comrades Of the Class of ’32. Oo«� rny S • r • we 20 THE SENIOR MAGNET he Cast Council William C. Graham (Poem, courtesy of Boy Scouts of America) The last rays of the August sun are streaming across the sylvan horizon; the stars are beginning to shine overhead. Suddenly, assembly is sounded by the bugler and all scouts come to attention in front of their huts. The entire camp forms a long line and advances up the winding, wooded path to the Council ring. As soon as the circular clearing is reached, each scout becomes silent and goes to his respective place. One of the older leaders makes invocation for the fire: On the slopes of Old Pikes’ Peak, By the shining heaven lake waters, Stands the camp of the warriors. Dark behind it stands the forest, Stands the aspen, spruce, and pine. Stands the fir, with cones upon them. Bright below it runs the water, Runs the clear and shining water. Many things they learn and do there; How the Great Spirit up above Cares for all his faithful children, Cares for everything he fashions. Learn they of the stars in heaven, Of the birds that fly and nest there. Learn their names and all their secrets; How they build their nests in summer; Where they hide themselves in winter. Of all the beasts they learn their language Call them friends whene’er they meet them. How the moths and other insects Change their forms and learn to fly; How the flowers and trees and bushes Get their names and all their odors; All of this and more is taught them. Oh, Great Spirit, then from heaven Send us light and heat and warmth. Give us courage, strength, and daring; Give us wisdom, manhood, patience, That from all Thy nature’s secrets, We may learn their every lesson. Learn to love, protect, and cherish Everything Thy hand hath fashioned. Oh, Great Spirit, as a token CLASS OF JANUARY, 1952 21 Send us aught, this night we pray thee. May we know that Thou art with us; That Thy warriors true we may be. Send us light to light our campfire, That we may for this be thankful. Oh, Great Spirit, this we ask Thee; Send us light and we shall praise Thee.” A great ball of flame falls from above and ignites the altar of wood in the center of the ring. The older scout continues: Look ! Oh warriors, braves, and squaw-men, See the light as light of morning Which descends from heaven above us. From our Father, the great loving spirit, From our Father, who good will give us, If we only wait and seek it.” The scouts repeat the oath and take their seats in the circle. After stunts and songs by the members of each hut, the camp director rises to tell the story of the evening; tonight, however, is the last council fire of the season, an event which is always sad and yet beautiful to the veteran camper. Tonight, even the director is more stately than usual, and he glances around the circle, carefully scrutinizing the faces of his boys. Then he begins his story: Many years ago, in a land far across the sea, there lived a boy who seemed much like any other boy of that time. He grew and played among the other boys of the village. As was the custom in those days, the youth shared quite a few of the home duties and helped his father in many ways. During his leisure hours, he played with the other boys or listened to his father and the older men of the village talking over events of the day. He often went swimming and in every way seemed a typical boy, enjoying all the sports of the time. The lad’s spiritual training was not neglected. His parents took him to religious services on Sunday. The young man was very observant of human occupations and human nature. He was the leader among his chums. He spent much time with his companions preparing and planning for his future work. He had seen where many men erred, and he longed to remedy these errors. To accomplish the work successfully, the group of reformers would have to be organized. Each member of the group was anxious to have his part in the boy’s plan. One day, he called his companions together and explained his system of organization to them.” At this point, the camp director pauses. He glances around at the faces of his followers. All of the boys are silent; some are gazing into the fire; others are looking up at the stars in the blue dome above the ash trees. The director smiles as if he is satisfied, and then he resumes his story. The boy said that the success of his plan depended on his companions’ cooperation with him, just as the charioteer’s success depended upon the re- 22 THE SENIOR MAGNET sponse and teamwork of his steeds. Each must do his part and all must work alike. As time passed on, the boy, who had now grown to manhood, and his closest companions, who numbered twelve by this time, endeavored to show men where they were making their mistakes and how to overcome their faults Many men listened eagerly and attentively to this great leader and his follow ers; however, there were other men, men who did not reason carefully, who jeered and ridiculed the great founder and his organization. This latter class was composed of men who did not reason for themselves, but who were satisfied to follow others, whether right or wrong. Unfortunately, this class approved and followed men who were penurious, cruel, and selfish. These unscrupulous men, whose influence lessened as the reformer and his band became better known, conspired together and formed a plan whereby this one, who hindered their schemes, could be put out of the way. They bribed one of the great man’s followers to betray him. In the meantime, they influenced the drifting mob against him. One night, the leader sat at supper with his twelve companions. He told them that they must soon go on with the work without him. Shortly after this, he was betrayed by one of his twelve closest friends, captured by the mob, and, upon its demand, sentenced to die. The good leader was led out to be executed. As he was dying, he looked upon the mob and, thinking of them and his companion who had betrayed him, said, 'Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.’ Turning to his followers, the organization for which he was dying, he said, 'Lo, I am with you always.’ It was then that the mob realized what it had done, but they realized it too late. The Teacher’s work was done, but the members of His organization saw that theirs was not. They went on with the great purpose of their Master. They worked to build better manhood. Each member did his share, and the organization grew, always pressing on toward the ideal of its Founder.” Here again, the narrator pauses. Still the boys remain silent, gazing up at the heavens or into the dying embers of the fire. Once more he smiles and resumes his narrative. Recently, in England, an old man, who followed the ideal of the Leader of long ago, conceived the idea of a similar organization. This man wished to carry out the purpose of the Master by building better boyhood in order that we might have better manhood. His plan materialized and spread throughout the entire world. Today, in every civilized land, the organization exists. It is sometimes ridiculed by shallow thinkers and those who are content to follow others, but it is admired by those who reason for themselves. Now, scouts, I am wondering whether the members of this present-day organization will be as true to the ideal of its founder as those members were to the Founder of that organization of long ago.” Often had the spirits of Washington and Lincoln hovered over the campfire; but to-night it seems as if the spirit of Christ, the greatest of all leaders, is present. The director reverently extends his hands; the members of the CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 23 sv •w camp rise and repeat the scout benediction. The scouts hike back 'to their huts and retire for the night, but this time there is no laughing nor talking. By this sign, the camp director knows that his story has reached the hearts of his boys. He smiles to himself as one who has accomplished his purpose. The bugler sounds Taps” which seems to echo back these words from the distant hills: Day is done; Gone the sun From the lake, from the hill, from the sky; All is well, safely rest, God is nigh !” cMy Sister’s cProm of ’32 (As Bud saw it thru a window) LaVerne Allen The fellas an’ girls, they all went in pairs. ’Twas sure a swell dance; my sister wuz there. If you’d seen her a-primpin’ an’ fixin’ her hair, You’d a-thought it wuz given by some millionaire— Honest you would! There wuz oodles of colors, an’ a whole lot o’ pop, An’ that waltz they wuz playin’ sure wuzn’t a flop, An’ the girls wuz all smilin’ in their fellas eyes, An’ then turnin’ an’ dancin’ with some other guys— Honest they wuz! At last it wuz over; I thought it wuz time. (I wuz s’posed to be in bed since a quarter past nine). The girls wuz all sighin’ as they sauntered past ’Cause they couldn’t see how the time had gone so fast— Honest they wuz! They seemed sorta sad as they all walked away; It seemed sorta queer ’cause they’d all been so gay. Sis told me that I’d feel just like that some day; Graduation sure gets you!” that’s what they all say— Honest they does! 24 THE SENIOR MAGNET fantasy Marybel Conabee To say the place was lonely would be insufficient; it was solitary and desolate, in a part of the country away from nearby towns. The sole road leading to it was stony and twisted, and narrow enough to endanger even my shiny new Austin. Yet it was just the type of road to beckon irresistibly to an amateur hunter of antiques, and my heart thrilled when, emerging from a long stretch of woodland, upon a high mound of land, I caught sight of a great, rambling, gray stone house. It was deserted. What treasures might it not contain? 1 wanted to rush up the tiny hill to the house, but my progress was obstructed by a rusty, barbed-wire fence, strongly built and reaching to my shoulder. The house was too fine to pass by, however; too grand to allow one to sleep in peace after being permitted the opportunity of viewing it. My collector’s instinct led me to follow this fence in the hope of finding a gate. I was not disappointed; soon I came to an old-fashioned stile, which I crossed easily. It was lazy weather, so I now took my course slowly, gazing above me at the uncertain sky. The place was deathly quiet. By my side flowed a deep, quiet stream which was dark as the woods from which it issued. All at once I felt the ground softening under my feet and, gazing down, saw that I was almost at the brink of one of the finest springs nature ever produced. Above it on the bank grew a mammoth willow tree with its gorgeous, drooping plumes almost touching the water. Fancy led me to dream of happy faces that in years gone by had bent to drink of its cool, sweet mountain water. Perhaps, even, a romantic young couple had sat beneath this tree upon its roomy, inviting roots, and had read their future in the depths of the spring. Or perhaps it was a sweet old lady who had come here to dream of happy days gone by. All my desire to see the quaint old house came back with a rush. I ran up the path and took it all in at a glance. It was grand ! I stepped upon the huge slab of stone which had served as a step down from the porch and caught my breath as I saw dimly engraved upon it the date— 1773.” 1773 !” Surely not that old ! But what had once been proud, haughty pillars lay rotting at my feet, and the porch was in ruins. The house was certainly ancient. I stepped onto the porch cautiously. The door was gone and, passing through the open doorway, I found myself in the hall. On the left began the most enticing circular staircase imaginable. Inquisitiveness urged me to follow it, but doubt of its stability held me back, so I looked to my right and left to investigate the first floor. On the left I saw a bare room, square in shape. Almost opposite the doorway was a large fireplace of quaint old tile. Otherwise, the room contained nothing of CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 25 note. Thrilled with the fireplace but otherwise disappointed, I then walked into the room on the right. It was larger than the first but built exactly the same with its fireplace directly across from the doorway, as in the other. Here, however, were huge, built-in corner cupboards, which led me to believe that this room had been the dining room. I hastened to investigate these cupboards, but imagine my chagrin when instead of ancient blue and white willow ware, my eyes fell upon some tin cups and a pan or two lying on the shelves. My heart gave an uncomfortable flop. It wasn’t that the tin cups and pans were such an unbearable disappointment, but they were new! Not perfectly new, but, at least not one hundred years old ! Had someone been in the house recently? I glanced about uncertainly at the shadowy emptiness, then hurried on to what I knew to be the kitchen by the stone floor and unusually large fireplace. The kitchen, too, was bare, and the doors and windows boarded up. I saw that there was a back stairway, but I hesitated to go up the dark, dank passage, for fear was gnawing at my heart. I turned back towards the hall but now my steps were lagging and cautious. You know,” I reminded myself tardily, it was never considered polite to meddle with another’s property.” But my collector’s instinct was stronger even than my fears; I couldn’t resist that circular staircase. It won’t hurt to take one peep at the second floor,” I argued. And anyhow, I’m not doing anything wrong. I intend to pay for anything I find.” I set one foot dubiously upon the stairs. If I felt that unseen eyes were watching me, it was only imagination. Every step creaked as I went upwards, and every moment I expected a face to appear out of a doorway. Yet I surprised myself by staying long enough to see that nothing of value was there. Then, just as I was about to retrace my steps down the stairs, I heard a noise. At first, I thought it came from the doleful attic overhead; t?hen I knew that I was mistaken, and that it was the rattle of the pans I had seen in the room below—should I go down and apologize for intruding? Should I sneak quietly out or remain where I was? What to do? I decided to resort to the second method and clung close to the wall as I crept down the steps. As I reached the bend of the stairs, I glimpsed a rough looking man in working clothes go out the door and down the path. My heart was thumping like a drum when I reached the bottom of the steps. If he should turn suddenly, he might still see me, so I hurried into the dining room to wait till he was out of sight and to view, if possible, his course from the window beside the fireplace. He was walking slowly and seemed to be enveloped in deep thought. He had gone to the spring, from which he was now drinking with the tin cup which he had produced from the cupboard. What should I do? I could not escape by the back door which was boarded up. Determining to face him bravely, I clinched my hands by my side and stood my post. I could hear footsteps now; and while I waited, a thousand thoughts flash- 26 THE SENIOR MAGNET ed through my mind. What would he say to me? Did he own this house? Why had it been deserted? What would he think of anyone who came snooping around like this? Perhaps this man’s ancestors had owned it and, because of financial difficulties, it had fallen to ruin; maybe this man was going to redeem it. The house was decidedly English and perhaps - - - All the ideas that had been running through my mind while I was investigating it, seemed to come to a focus in my brain. But before I could choose among them, the man stood before me. I could tell by the look on his face that he was astounded. He hadn’t expected to see anyone, let alone a girl, and the way he stammered and blushed quite took away my fear. Probably thinks he is caught just the same as I did, and quite as much ashamed,” I thought. So, quite fearlessly I took the initiative. To whom does this house belong?” I asked him. He looked at me oddly, dumbly. Well,” he began thoughtfully as if debating whether to even speak, I have been working upon that myself. You see, I think it ought to be mine, but I haven’t proved it yet. Say, maybe you’d be interested an’ would like to help me out?” And he waited anxiously for me to answer. Help him — well, why not? At least I’d find out to whom those tile fireplaces belonged. So I readily answered, Suppose you tell me your ideas and if I think them worth considering, I’ll help you.” The gaze he fixed upon me was peculiarly intense. First, you must promise to tell no one. I’m not working for everyone’s fun, but I must have someone to help me out a little, I guess—you see I can’t come here every day and somebody else might find it first. But—no, you won’t do, I’m afraid. You’re not strong. No.” After my earnest pleading, however, he finally consented and told me confidentially of papers he had found telling him something of the former owners of the house. It had been in different hands, he told me, but the papers he had found had concerned the original owner, a Tory ancestor df his, whose property the government had confiscated at the close of the Revolutionary War. He had hidden his wealth somewhere on the premises to conceal it and had died, trying to tell his son where to look for the gold. With it had been hidden the grant to the land, signed by George III himself ! No descendant had ever found this treasure and this man was the last of tfie clan. Half the treasure would be mine, he said, if I would help search the house diligently, for he was positive that it was still there somewhere. What was there about him which made me agree so readily? Or was it the lure of that George III signature which I was so anxious to see? To this day I don’t know, but I promised faithfully to help, and he left with the assurance that I would start looking the next day. The following week he was to meet me here to find how matters stood. He said that he couldn’t help me until then, for he would be working, in his spare time, on the papers he had already found. I was true to my promise. For six long days, from morning till night, CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 27 I worked. Each morning I started out with fresh ideas of where to look and drove the five miles from the town where I was staying, only to return in the evening, tired, dirty, and discouraged. I had rapped on walls until my fingers ached, trying to discover secret hiding holes. By each fireplace I spent at least two hours. I investigated under every rafter composing the floor of the attic. I even pulled boards out of the floor, only to be disappointed. I took a flashlight and went up the back passage, kicking holes in the rotted wood, still finding nothing. From the front hall, under the staircase, a door opened to the cellar; I investigated that, but it contained only a couple of house snakes and I hurriedly evacuated that place. There was only one place left to try and that was the broken front porch. So, on my hands and knees, I tore away still more of the rotting boards to see if I could find any evidence. There was nothing. As I stepped down off the porch onto the stone slab, I suddenly thought that the money might have been hidden under the slab. I began to dig, and was going at it vigorously when I stopped short. The date wasn’t 1773” at all ! It was 1873”! That meant that the owner couldn’t have possibly had his home taken from him after the Revolutionary War. It hadn’t been built until long after that ! What was the idea? Was the man, too, deceived by the indistinct 8” which looked like a 7”. Sick at heart, I determined to stop work and started home. About three miles from the house, I stopped at a farm house and inquired of the lady living there what she knew about the place. Oh, that thar old stone house, you mean? Oh—that b’longs to the state penitentiary. Ya’see, they take their prisoners over thar to the stream for swimmin’. Thar ain’t much water ’round these here parts, and the boys ain’t got nothin’ much to do for exercise, an’ no place to swim but here, so they jest walk ’em over once a week. Yeah, the penitentiary is ’bout four miles ’cross country, that way right thar, an’ a mighty fine place it be, lady. What say? Air the men allowed t’ roam ’bout. Sure e’nuf; the trusties” often go up ’bout that thar old stone house; an’ if I was you, I wouldn’t be a foolin’ around thar much. Ain’t right, I sez to Jim, ’cause thar’s one fellow who’s sorta baffy. They say he ain’t goin’ to hurt nobody ’cause thar ain’t never nobody ’round them parts anyhow. All the time he’s a-thinkin’ he discovered some valuable papers goin’ way back to Revolutionary Days. He used t’ be some history teacher, they sez, and he killed somebody an’ then went crazy. He ain’t never found no sech papers. He couldn’t hev, ’cause Clem Adams used t’ live in the old stone house, and Jiis oF pap built the place. What say? Thanks? Oh, tha’s all right ! G’bye, lady !” 2S vsr THE SENIOR MAGNET “(Laugh and the World (Laughs With you John R. Scblicbt I met him first at a Hallowe’en party, and he was laughing then. I became better acquainted with him at college, and there, he was always laughing. Years later, I ran across him again in New York, and he was still laughing. Herein lies our story—the story of a man who laughed and expected the world to laugh with him. His name was Ted Gannon, and we became great friends. In fact, we boarded together in New York. Although Ted was never a great hand at talking about himself, I gradually gathered the entire story of his life. He was a very likeable chap; perhaps the continual smile that played about his lips helped with that. One day I remarked on this perpetual smile. Bill,” he told me, I have it all figured out. If, when I come to die, I can say that I have gone through life with a smile, then I shall consider my life a success.” I must admit that he went through life with a smile, but whether or not he was a success is for you, dear reader, to decide. We had been rooming to-gether for some months and were getting along famously. I was a confirmed bachelor, but Ted was deeply in love. Finally one June evening, Ted dressed himself with unusual care, fussing and fretting at every trifle. After he was attired according to the latest fashion ads, he handed me a clothes brush and sheepishly asked me to dust off his coat. With cigar in one hand and clothes brush in the other, I complied. Where to, Ted?” said I. You act like a man who is to be married for the first time.” You’re not far wrong,” he told me. This evening, I am to give her this.” He showed me a beautiful diamond ring and hurried out of the room. I was just getting to the climax of a magazine story, when lagging footsteps sounded along the hallway. What !” thought I. Is the gay Lothario suddenly stricken with hardening of the heart?” The door slowly opened and in came Ted with a dazed look on his face; but the smile was still there. What’s wrong, Ted?” I asked. Mary threw me over,” he said simply, and went to his room, with the smile still struggling to keep its place. Ted’s first business venture was in the clothing business. A ready smile drew trade and trade brought money. Fortune flirted with Ted, smile for smile. Then, just as he thought she was within his grasp, the phantom shape disappeared, and in its stead, Ted found himself staring into the glittering eyes of Failure. For his partner had lost money heavily, by gambling, and had used the store’s name on check after check. There was the usual crowd of inane sympathizers. Laugh,” Ted told them stubbornly, and the world laughs with you.” The world saw the smile, but I saw the anger gnawing at his heart. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 29 Soon afterwards, Ted secured a position as a bank cashier, and was bidding fair to rise, due mainly, of course, to his smile. Again Fortune lured him on, and again she slipped away from him. A supposed friend of several years’ standing framed him, because of jealousy. Ted came home and told me about it. He smiled still, and it angered me. Ted,” I exclaimed, how can you smile when your deepest feelings are outraged?” He looked at me for a moment, then answered slowly: I’ll smile no matter what happens. I’ve been brought up on smiles, and now it’s too late to change my mode of attacking the world.” And all the time his fingers were straining to be at the throat of the Judas who had betrayed him and black despair raged in his heart. You’d better come with me,” I told him, and walk off some of that surplus feeling.” We walked for an hour or more. Once we stopped at a trick store for cigarettes. There happened to be a revolver lying on the showcase. Ted took one look at the gun, and his whole body stiffened with a jerk. His eyes stared fixedly. With deep anxiety I watched him. His hands crept slowly towards the gun, oh, so slowly, as though they were trying to reach their goal without wakening their master. But a smile suddenly spread over his countenance and the hands went back to their respective pockets. And so his life went on. Success after success seemed almost within his grasp, then suddenly faded away and left bitter disappointment and anguish— and a smile. At the age of forty-two, Ted was broken in body and spirit; once straight rhoulders were stooped and sagging, and his fingers constantly played around his lips. His poor heart was burned and withered by the heat of the anger, the resentment, the depair which had been pent up in his heart, but his lips still curved in a semblance of a smile. Finally Ted died—with a smile. I bent over to hear his dying words; they were: 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you.’ I’ve smiled all my life, Bill, but if I had it to do over again-----who knows? Perhaps I would rage every once in a while.” And as he fell back into his last untroubled sleep, these words again stumbled from his lips: 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you.’ A sort of fury possessed me. Laugh, indeed,” thought I, when the very soul within you is crying out in anguish against injustice and disappointment. Laugh, laugh, laugh ! and let the world laugh with you. Then turn your back and listen to the world laugh at you. Why should the world laugh with you? Will that help you any? Does a successful life come from the hypocritical smile worn to please the world, or from deep courage and peace within a man’s heart? Do the millions of smiles in the world today make up for the millions of despairing hearts underneath these smiles or atone for the sins which in so many cases have caused that despair? Laugh, clown, laugh,” the world says. It is right? I think not. 30 THE SENIOR MAGNET ■ — - � cAn Exception Rose Lewis I am sorry, but Mr. Smith is busy and cannot possibly see you,” greeted me in dulcet tones as I entered the office of my friend Reginald Aloysius Smith. For fully a minute I gazed at the apparition before me in amazement. Was it a man or a woman? Whereupon I discovered a slight mustache and I was inclined to decide in favor of the masculine side. Never had I seen such an effeminate man. Hair which looked as if it had been marcelled, powdered nose, manicured nails, and a slave bracelet were taken account of before it dawned on me that this must be my friend Reggie’s newest office girl—boy, I mean. Here’s my card. I know Mr. Smith will see me.” We had been roommates at college and had remained firm friends ever since, in spite of Reggie’s eccentric ways. Those ways had not affected his business career. He had risen to prominence in the real-estate world in spite of a (long-standing and incurable hatred for women. Before I had finished meditating upon his choice of a new secretary, I was interrupted by Reggie himself, who appeared and invited me in. Well,” I asked after I was settled in a chair before his desk, where in the world did you find that?” That? Oh, my new secretary? I simply couldn’t stand a woman around any more, so I sent to the employment bureau and that’s what they sent me,” answered Reggie. Heavens above ! I would a lot rather have a woman who is a woman than that 'guess what I am?’ ” I retorted. He’ll ruin your business, man !” Well, he’s still not as bad as a woman, Dan. You don’t know them as well as I do,” contended Reggie. You!” I snapped back, why you were never out with a woman, except your mother, in all your life, and you know it.” Which only goes to prove that I know my women,” smiled Reginald. I’m not going to give any woman a chance to exert herself trying to hook me, no sir! Why man, you don’t know how fortunate you are that that little gold-digger you liked married another man instead of you.” Listen, Smith, you can’t—” B-r-r-r ! B-r-r-r ! Pardon me, please, while I answer the phone.” Hello! Yes, this is Mr. Smith . . . Yes, I remember you, Miss Blaine.” Reggie slumped down in his chair and regarded me with the air of a martyr. The next few minutes were occupied by the unseen Miss Blaine at the other end of the wire; then Reggie suddenly straightened in his chair and with the look of a person in a spasm shouted, What?” Looking at his face, I truly felt that he might burst a blood vessel at any moment. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 31 What? Me! Why-why—it’s preposterous! I won’t do it. No thank you, Miss Blaine, I simply won't do it!” roared Mr. Smith, bringing his fist down on the desk with a bang. If that isn’t just like a bunch of women!” Absolutely purple with rage, he let the receiver fall weakly back onto the hook. Reggie, what is the matter?” Matter? Matter? I’ll tell you what’s the matter,” thundered Reggie so loud that the secretary opened the door. Did you want something, sir?” Get out and stay out!” answered Reggie in no gentle tones. Then, as the abashed secretary withdrew, Dan, you were right. I’ll fire that fellow. He’s got more curiosity than a woman, even.” Come! Come! Don’t let it upset you like that. Be calm—” Calm! Calm! When that insufferable Miss Blaine—could she possibly have thought I would speak at her old Women’s Club— Knowing that Miss Blaine had committed the unpardonable sin in Reggie’s eyes, I attempted to soothe him. Reggie, forget it by coming out to my new lodge this week-end. We’ll have no one as company except the dogs.” Now if Mr. Reginald A. Smith had a strong hatred for women, he had an almost equally strong liking for hunting; and as I had expected, at my words his wrath slowly evaporated into an enthusiastic smile. I’m ready. Let’s go.” However, he was not entirely appeased. On his way to the elevator, Reggie paused long enough to inform the secretary that his services were no longer needed; and with that done, we started. Everything went smoothly for some miles; then I was almost hit by another car. Ah! Just as I thought, a woman driver. That was just like a woman!” Judging by the expression on Reggie’s face, I gathered that he was still thinking about the unrivaled audacity of the abhorred Miss Blaine. I determined to make him forget. Aloysius, they tell me there are plenty of deer near the lodge. I bet I get the first one.” There were two reasons for that. The only thing Reggie hated worse than women was his name. Second, the only thing he liked better than hunting was a wager. He always took my challenges, regardless of what they might be. I’ve got the week-end to prove that,” he replied with the air of having already beaten me. Without any further molestation from the women, we arrived safe at the lodge. Reggie beamed as he viewed my new domain. It’s plain to be seen that no woman has been meddling in this place. That’s what I like. To show you that I don’t need a wife, I’ll cook the first meal.” It’s all right with me, but did you bring along any good remedies for indigestion?” I teased. Then fo'llowed two days, perfect except for one thing—we didn’t get any deer. Only once did we even see any, and our last night had come. As Reggie sat in front of the fire cleaning his gun he declared stubbornly, I’ll get a 32 THE SENIOR MAGNET deer yet. I’ll win that wager from you, Dan, if I have to hunt all night.” Scarcely had he uttered these words when there was a knock at the door and I opened it to behold—a woman! Come in,” I gasped, with a horrified glance at Reggie. The girl, very young and appealing, did not seem to notice my consternation. Oh no! - - I - - you see, I became lost in the woods. This is the first lodge I’ve come to. If you’ll just tell me which way to go, I must get back to Lovely Hollow Lodge.” I understand. It is quite easy to get lost in these woods. If you’ll just wait a moment—” I’ll be very glad to take you home,” spoke up Reggie pleasantly, letting his gun clatter to the floor and reaching for his coat with alacrity. I was still staring stupidly when they left. What under the shining sun? Had the heavens suddenly fallen, or was there some trick in this? I could hardly wait until the woman-hater should return. But even as he returned, I guessed it. A wicked twinkle was in his eye, and as he took off his coat with a triumphant flourish, That’s the time I got one over on you, old boy! I got the first dear, even if I do- have to spell it with a d-e-a-r !” Oh, but you didn’t really land her,” I protested weakly. Didn’t I? Guess I made a date for Tuesday night just for fear you’d say that very thing!” I gave in then, too utterly astounded to question him further, though I never expected him to keep that date. So you may imagine how utterly stunned I was when, three weeks later, Reggie himself burst into my office. Giving me a playful poke in the ribs, he demanded, Say - - - how would you like to be best man at a wedding?” Wedding!” said I. Just who is the unfortunate victim?” Unfortunate victim nothing! Yours truly is a fortunate man!” Weak from amazement, I dropped unsteadily into a chair. You know,” continued Reggie, I really didn’t think I’d keep that date that Tuesday night, but I was afraid you would ask me about it, so I did. And when I got there, I found Dorothy to be an exception. Why man, she’s the most remarkable woman in the world. I hadn’t been there ten minutes until I found out that she knows and detests Miss Blaine, and that she simply abominates Women’s Clubs!” I managed not to drop the ring at the wedding, but I am firmly convinced that the shock and strain under which I labored is the cause of the .heart trouble from which I have suffered ever since. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 33 falling fard Saul Silverman The exploring party from the University of Pennsylvania continued its slow, hazardous way into the interior of Tibet, seeking to learn more of the early history of that province of China. One of the members of the expedition was the young John Ashland, a recent graduate of the University, who because of his attainments in history had been given a place in the expedition. On this day, the party had stopped near an extensive ruin and had made ready to spend several days there. As night settled down, the others, dead for sleep, rolled themselves into their blankets, but Ashland was strangely restless. At last, when all was quiet, he arose, determined to walk over to the ruins to calm his jumping nerves. Apparently, he was not the only one so affected, for just as he was leaving. Professor Stonehill, the assistant leader of the expedition joined Ashland. In silence they proceeded across the moonlit sands toward the ruins, which were about a half mile distant. As they were nearing the ruins, they heard what sounded like a low moan proceeding from the dark, cave-like entrance. What was that?” exclaimed Ashland as they both stopped short. The group of rocks at the left were black with shadows. Even as they looked, the sound came again—low, shuddering, horrible; there was no doubt about the moan. Now Ashland and Stonehill were no cowards, but they had had sufficient experience with the dark and devious ways of the native Tibetans to know that, for them, discretion was the better part of valor, so they beat a hasty retreat. The next day, they investigated thoroughly, but found nothing. Whereupon, Professor Stonehill thought no more of the incident; but Ashland, younger and more inexperienced, never forgot that moan. The expedition had planned to spend several days studying the ruins; however, owing to the extremely hostile attitude of the natives, the next day they moved on. At last, the work of the expedition completed, they made their way back to Shanghai. Here, quite by accident, Stonehill and Ashland ran across a Dr. Clyde Westlox, an acquaintance of theirs from the states. He, too, had been in a research party to Tibet, and showed them, among other things, a small but unique idol which he said had been given him by a native Tibetian. After he had gone, The good doctor looked as if he were lying about that idol,” said Ashland, who had somehow conceived a dislike for the man. Professor Stonehill, however, more tolerant, did not view the doctor so seriously, and they dismissed the incident from their minds. Years passed, and John Ashland, back in America, at length became the Professor of History at his alma mater. One day as the elderly Professor Stonehill, now retired, sat at his desk, his old friend Professor Ashland came 34 THE SENIOR MAGNET ____....................................... ■■■-'___________________ � -� ■ in. Ashland had just recently returned from a two years’ tour of the Orient, and this was his first visit to Professor Stonehill since his return. Do you remember. Professor, 1 wrote you that I had something to tell you? Something I discovered near those ruins you and I visited in Tibet twenty-three years ago?” Yes, I remember, John,” answered the Professor. I had almost forgotten that night; but since you recalled it in your letter, I have been thinking that there may have been more in that incident than 1 thought at that time. Sit down man! No need to pace the floor like that!” John sat down, tensely. Professor, maybe I was young and inexperienced, but I never quite forgot the scare I got that night in Tibet. That hideous moan haunted me for years. When I was in the vicinity of those ruins this time, with a native guide, I went there just for old times’ sake. I was no longer afraid; only curious. I located the very pile of black, forbidding rocks. Then, as I stood there thinking of you and the incident of that night so long ago, I heard a creak and, turning about, my blood froze. What had seemed but another rock in the hill swung inward and revealed itself to be a door. My native guide seemed frightened and would not enter the passageway thus revealed. But after I had determined that no one was about and that the door had only swung open because the cleverly hidden latch had given way to rust, I entered alone. I took the precaution, however, to tie a rope about myself and to give the other end of it to my faithful guide who remained at the entrance. 1 went cautiously along a path between two walls, about eighteen inches apart, and soon found myself in pitch darkness, but luckily I had a flashlight with me. The path twisted, turned, and branched off in many places. Several times I followed a narrow path which ended blindly in a small chamber, so that I was on the point of giving up and turning back; but each time I found the main passage again. Something made me go on. The way was so intricate that if the rope had not been about me, I fear that I should never have found my way out. finally, I came to a small room which was lighted dimly from some overhead crevice. I paused in amazement. The room was richly decorated—evidently a small, underground temple. About the walls of the room were several niches. In each of these niches there was an idol. However, the idol in one of the niches was missing. Was that it, there on the floor of the underground room? Something white—gleaming dimly in the far corner. I went over to see what it was. Then I gasped and shuddered—it was the skeleton of a man! Moreover, the skeleton was not that of a native. It was dressed in the garb of a European or American. I immediately recalled that groan I had heard so long ago. Collecting my wits, I began to look around. A minute examination of the dry, sandy floor disclosed two things. One was a handkerchief with the initials C. W.”, and the other a piece of a calling card with the letters Wes on it. The rest of the letters were torn away. Nothing else was there. Perhaps I would have obtained something else had I searched the clothes CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 33 of that skeleton, but I shuddered at the thought. I went out from there and hurried away from the spot as fast as I could. Here is the handkerchief and here is the card.” Professor Stonehill inspected the objects carefully. Hm-m-m!” he said, the letters on the card are of a very peculiar design. That might go far in leading to a solution.” Ashland paused in his pacing up and down. I have a theory, Professor. But let us keep this story quiet until I am sure.” Several days later, Professor Ashland again visited Stonehill. I think I have the solution now, Professor,” he said joyfully. Do you remember the Dr. Clyde Westlox we met in Shanghai twenty-three years ago? We have since met him several times here in Philadelphia, where he has grown quite wealthy.” Yes, I remember,” said Stonehill. Professor, do you recall the rumor that we heard on that first expedition that the natives were so hostile because they were looking for an extremely sacred idol that had been stolen from those ruins? An idol which contained a precious jewel of incredible value? I am convinced that that was the idol which was in the possession of Dr. Westlox. I called on Dr. Westlox the other day; and while I was talking to him, I noticed a calling card on his desk. I picked up this card and compared it with the one I found in the cave. The letter designs of the cards were identical!” Puzzling!” said the Professor. Here is my solution of the affair. Shortly after Dr. Westlox had returned from the Orient twenty-three years ago, he spent large sums of money. That must have been the treasure hidden in that small chamber where I found that skeleton. That man was killed that night, and Dr. Westlox was present at the killing. How shall we proceed now?” Let us go to Dr. Westlox and tell him everything we know,” suggested the Professor. Several days later the papers announced that the mysterious disappearance of a Mr. Frank Knox twenty-three years before had been accounted for. The following is the confession of Dr. Westlox: I was doing research work in Tibet twenty-three years ago. One night my colleague, Frank Knox and I, accompanied by a native guide, made an excursion to some temple ruins. Our guide, familiar with the place, had opened a door that appeared to us just a rock. Once inside, he was far from friendly and led us blindly through numberless passages until we began to suspect that he wished to lead us astray in there and perhaps kill us. However, just as we were about to demand that he take us back, we stumbled upon just what we were hoping for—a richly decorated underground temple. The room was full of idols in niches around the wall. Delighted, Knox picked up one of these idols to examine it. I heard a horrible groan, then another; the native had stabbed Knox in the back. He would have done the same to me, also, had I not proved more than a match for him. After a struggle, I 36 THE SENIOR MAGNET • (r11.' . r . . . . - - —------------- managed to bind him securely with a piece of rope. Then came the temptn tion. With all this treasure about me, why not take some of it with me as 1 escaped? The idol which Frank had been examining lay on the floor. As 1 picked it up, it fell apart, disclosing a huge and magnificient ruby. Fitting it hastily together again and seizing other small treasures lying about, I rushed out into the passage and by some miracle found my way to the entrance. On coming back to civilization I could not bring myself to tell the true story of what had happened to Knox; it was too closely connected with my theft. If the story of that theft were known, I feared that I would never realize anything on the precious stone hidden in the idol. So Frank has lain there a 1! these years, left there by the natives as a warning to other would-be vandals. Perhaps you have noticed that I am often melancholy without apparent reason. It is because of my conscience. I have suffered so much that I am now relieved that the world knows my story.” Snow Storm Leslie Dorn Brooding darkness mantled earth With its ominous, dusky shroud; Then the wind lashed out with a shrill, cold mirth. And the trees ’neath the snow-storm bowed. The snow is cold and crusty white; It outlines every tree; Each branch gleams with ethereal light In awesome mystery. through— Doggone John L. Wilson As a freshman, I didn’t realize Everything that high school did comprise. When a soph, I just naturally hated the place; Soph subjects weren’t pleasing to my taste. As a junior, it wasn’t quite so bad; In fact, I felt sorta proud, bedad! Then senior year came, and did I feel big With a little knowledge under my wig, And Commencement Day a-comin’ on? But now I’m through; it’s all over. Doggone! CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 37 ■wv ■■f _-!- ------------- tyame Night T wila Albert One hot summer afternoon, about three o’clock, a young man entered the Corner Drug Store and seated himself on a stool before the fountain. He had a dark, thin, sensitive face, long, slender hands, and sullen, brooding eyes. Though his shirt was open at the neck and the sleeves rolled up, he managed to look immaculate and rather formal. Cherry coke,” he said to the boy, as he tossed a five dollar bill on the counter. No one would have suspected from his manner that the bill represented the last cent he had in the world. After the boy returned his change, he sipped his cooling drink slowly. The ten-year-old clerk, won by something in the young man’s look, started a half-shy, half-friendly banter and finally asked his jcustomer’s profession. Well, I am an artist,” he answered, but I haven’t been very successful. You see, I am not very well known. I have no family or relatives, and very few friends. When could you draw my picture?” demanded the lad. A warm smile replaced the settled melancholy of the man’s features. Why, right now, if you say so.” Business was slack just then. A nine by twelve scrap of drawing paper was found somewhere back in the perscription room. The boy was soon posed on a stool, his back against the marble counter. A pencil and a piece of art-gum appeared from the young man’s pocket, and the picture was begun. At this time an alert-looking, tastefully dressed woman, who had been an interested spectator, looked inquiringly at the clerk. Who is he?” she asked in a low voice. His first name is Charlie; I haven’t found out his last name,” the boy answered. He seems like a clever fellow, though rather down on his luck.” The woman left her ice cream and went to watch the progress of the picture. I see you know your business,” she said, after a few minutes. Charlie glanced up. Yes, madam,” he said. Illustrating. That’s my work.” Without pausing in the sketching of the boy before him, he took some folded papers from his pocket and handed them to the lady at his side. Here are some things I have done. Would you like to look at them?” They were magazine illustrations, beautiful in design; skillful in execution. Charlie went on with his work. Ten minutes later a life-like portrait of the young boy approached completion on the bit of white cardboard. Then Charlie signed vit with a few dashing flourishes and held it out to the amazed and delighted boy. Thank you,” stammered the youngster. I wish I could pay you, but I’ve only got a nickel.” 3 8 THE SENIOR MAGNET The man threw back his head and his warm, whole-hearted laughter fillec the little drug store. He patted the boy on the shoulder and said, I don'; want any pay, not from you. It was fun doing it. I love to make picture of children. Good night.” He turned to go, his face once more sullen brooding. The woman, who had watched the little scene with much interest, stopped him. Just a minute,” she said. I would like to speak to you.” He turned to her and said, politely, Yes, Madam.” Will you come to see me tomorrow?” she asked, giving him a down-town address. I am editor of a children’s magazine published here that has a circulation all over the country. We are in need of a first-class staff artist who combines skill and originality with real love of his work. Do you care to try the position?” Care to !” he exclaimed. Indeed, yes. I would be so glad to.” His interviewer looked discreetly away for a moment. Her eyes, trained by years of human observation, had told her more in the last few minutes than the young man before her would have dreamed possible. Very well,” she went on, at nine-thirty tomorrow morning, then, at my office. Good night.” A new hope crowded out the sadness in Charlie’s eyes. He stood there a moment, wondering. The next morning, Charlie arrived at the editor’s office promptly at nine-thirty. Come this way, please,” instructed the lady. You may use this room.” The room was furnished with all the necessary equipment; so the young man began work immediately. In a very short time, the young man proved himself to be just the first-class artist that had been needed for the place. Do you really want to know why I gave you this job?” the editor inquired; then, without waiting for an answer, she said, I gave it to you because you were generous enough to give freely of your skill, wanting no richer payment than the young lad’s happiness.” Charlie looked pleased. Thank you,” was all he could think to say as he reached for a pencil. Thunder John R. Schlicht The muttering thunder tells With voice of deep portentousness The approach of heat’s bold Nemesis; Deep, rolling, ominous it grows, and moans and grumbles; Roars, then crashes and crumbles Far away. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 39 + --- —---- ----- — -- Jea! 'Wampus! Mary Bray The name Wampus may sound like an inhabitant of the sea, but it is the nickname given to a very good student and excellent athlete of one of our former classes of Noelene High School. In our school, it is not always the most popular underclassman nor yet the one with greatest family prestige who, at the end of his four years, has achieved the most good for his school. In this instance, the honor went to a complete unknown. From our neighboring village of Rosser, which did not have a high school, there entered a young fellow, mentally awake and physically strong, who wanted more education. His name was Fred Clerk, but he was better known as Wampus. He had been reared in a rural community and had attended rural school where first grade pupils and other grades shared the same room. He had always been attentive to his work, and had received his diploma with honors, enabling him to enter high school in our city, which will be known as Noelene. His home circle was of the best, and the training and care which he had received there had given him that which should be the pride of every young fellow, a wonderful physique. At the time he entered high school, he was a boy five feet nine inches tall, weighing one hundred and sixty-two pounds and his eyes and face radiated energy and health. But so quiet and unassuming was he that he seemed likely to pass unnoticed among the gay, heterogeneous throng who were his classmates. Wampus and the other students who had to carry their lunch were at length given the use of the gymnasium at their lunch period. Here they exercised in various ways: at basketball, trapeze work, and other forms of indcor sports. It was here, during these short periods of his first fretshman semester, that Wampus attracted the attention of the custodian of the gym. The custodian noticed the remarkable ability that Wampus possessed for handling a basketball, and immediately brought the attention of the coach, Harry Pringle, to this new fellow. The coach, purposely returning early from his lunch, watched Wampus for several days, and then asked him to join the squad. He had excellent hands; hard, muscular, long fingers; arms and legs like a steel spring, and plenty of weight to make a good basket guard. At that time a basket guard was the main cog in the machine. Harry Pringle worked with this boy all winter, showing him the fine points of the game, where he should be at certain times, and what to do at those times. And even though Wampus was greatly handicapped by having to leave practice early because of his street car connections, so apt was he and so earnest and intelligent that Mr. Pringle knew that he qeed worry no longer for a good guard for the next season. During the summer following his freshman year, Wampus worked hard on the farm and neighboring oil wells. He had a basketball at home to handle and shoot around; for when school started, he was determined to make the 40 THE SENIOR MAGNET «« . ™. 2- ;-------------------------------------------- ■ ------------- basketball team and be the regular guard. This he did, and how he did play that position! Noelene faced a very hard schedule that year, as the opposing teams had very good material. In fact, there was only one set-up, or conditioning game, and that was a win for Noelene 3 8 to 6. By clever foot-work, Wampus prevented the opponents from scoring at all from the field in this opening game. What he did for his school and the coach is plain to be seen in the above score. The season progressed with a succession of wins for Noelene, and the scoring men came in for great credit. But Wampus made few baskets, and from the ordinary fan received scant appreciation; you see he was still standing guard and was the same quiet lad that the custodian had found in the gym. Mr. Pringle and the team, however, realized his worth. No opponent was too tall or big for Wampus to handle; and when the ball came near him, he was; on it with his wonderful hands and body, as a cat with a mouse. The season ended and not a game had been lost by Noelene. When the letters were awarded, Coach Pringle remarked that Wampus deserved two. After his sophomore basketball season, he played baseball and was a mighty good first-baseman. During his summer vacation, he continued his hard work on the farm and oil wells. That fall Wampus was ready to greet all newcomers on the basketball squad. He did not play football because of his obligations at home during the fall of the year, especially on Saturdays; but he could scarcely wait for basketball season to start. His junior year found him the nucleus of the team; and although he and two others were left from last year, the other positions were hard to fill to balance out the team. The schedule was hard with one conditioning game, which was won 40 to 8. Four other games of the schedule were won with doubled scores or better. Wampus, by this time, was Coach Pringle’s hardest player, but was still only a cog in the wheel to all but experts among the fans. Then came the game with Kohen High School. This team was known to be very unsportsmanlike, resorting frequently to unfair tactics to win at any cost. The game was played on Kohen’s floor. Their floor resembled a cage, with the spectators on the outside of the main floor and a gallery overhead. Crowds jammed every corner, as they expected a battle, and they were not disappointed. All the players were excited, but Wampus jumped up and spat on his hands,” as was his customary procedure before a game, and with a quick glance at the coach yelled out, Come on, gang; we’ll double the score,” and they went out onto the floor. As acting captain, Wampus carefully watched each player shoot during the warm-up, and detected nervousness in one of his forwards. He knew that this would never do, so he crossed over to the uneasy fellow and informed him that he was to shoot the first basket, knowing that the nervousness would disappear as soon as the game was started in favor of Noelene. The whistle blew, the ball was tossed up, ten boys rushed out on the floor for field goals. Noelene got the first tip-off; the ball went to Wampus, from Wampus to the nervous forward, on to the basket, and once more the team CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 41 was in perfect action. The game was well along in the first half when the Kohen players started to use their tactics. Two players charged Wampus into the side of the wire cage. He fell to the floor and time was called for him, the first time Wampus had ever had time called for him in a game. Anxious players surrounded him, but not any of Kohen’s boys, as is the polite ruling of basketball. The coach was allowed on the floor; and after an examination, Wampus was carried off with blood gushing from his mouth and nose. A substitution was made and Kohen scored from almost any point of the floor. The anxious fans groaned; Noelene was lost without Wampus. The score at the half was 24 to 16, of course in favor of Kohen; but Wampus was on his feet to greet the boys when they came into the dressing room. After the rest period, however, the coach, looking at Wampus’s white face, decided to try to hold the Kohen team with the substitute a while longer in order to give Wampus more rest. At the beginning of the second half, Noelene got the ball at the tip-off, passed and dribbled, desperately trying to hold it, but in almost no time Kohen had it back and had scored two goals and one foul. Then the whistle shrilled and out on the floor flashed Noelene’s quiet, unobtrusive, young guard from the country. This time his worth did not go unnoticed. From the band of frenzied rooters broke out the yell which later became Noelene’s famous battle-cry: YEA ! WAMPUS !” He was the missing cog needed to change defeat to victory and after eighteen minutes of clean, hard playing, the game ended in favor of Noelene 56 to 27. News of the dramatic victory reached home almost before the team and joyous rooters did, and the next morning in chapel it was not hard to teach the stay-at-homes the new battle-cry: YEA ! WAMPUS !” It burst spontaneously from fourteen hundred pairs of lips. Back under the balcony in the junior seats, a shy, modest young man seemed to slip deeper into the shadows. As they said of him the next year, after he graduated, You never could get Wampus to show off.” Wampus later moved with his family to a western state and continued in college his basketball and baseball activities with equal success. When last heard of, by the relator of this story, Wampus was playing professional basketball. (N. B.) This story, with assumed names and a few added facts, is true of our local high school. Of Mary Bray John Wilson Ralph Goehrin %la« Marybrl Conabce IMiinict, Leslie Dorn Loraine Reed Mitee Krenyfrky Alvin Shahely ,frtX«h of .ho r ''� ! � � f � jj Ijt(l i 'Ppcncd. n l cX y tfinlltj jh,I m • iJ’Ln!, .1 r r d ' cwn inj;, Srvc tnciu ( • � heinx % I to conir to I ! w'tf hcjrt ' f- Before � h I tHe reVphj.n,-| 0 cnmprrfKnJ [ n w , jflunp r«Jt Jiui fn-r ‘‘ •K 'f' Kom •pej her into V'i.'fuiM home Hel a Bischeferieder Tu ila Albcrh 42 THE SENIOR MAGNET __ CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 43 Bill Graham Bill Hoon MarEha Jane HazleEE Ken Fuller Mary Ellen KiesEer Bo Olson Sylvia SchwarEz ArE fVide DorolhySchorner v 44 THE SENIOR MAGNET ■ --1 - i'gv_ ________ ” _! 1 '■----- ■ � • EDITORIAL FAREWELL “There’s a word many times in sadness spoken, A word often ut'ered in tears. Of fond hearts that part a loving token That breaks down the fellowship of years.” How often have we sung this song, giving no consideration whatsoever to the meaning of the words? I suppose that the underclassmen are getting weary from reading our farewell greetings, just as we were before we reached our A Senior semester. Do you think it makes us happy to be able to say Farewell” to our high school career? Indeed it does not. Just think, it is the last time that this class of eighty-six students will be assembled in one loving group. Just a word of advice to the underclassmen. Remember that your high school days are short, and make the best of them while you may. You may scorn this advice at the present, but when the time approaches for you to join the roll call, Alumni,” you will feel as we do. From Butler High School we are carrying away the reward which is the symbol of the completion of our four years’ labor—our diploma. We could not have obtained this coveted reward without the co-operation and guidance of our friends and teachers, and the interest of the taxpayers of the community. Therefore, at this opportune moment, the Class of January, 1932, voices our sincere appreciation of those who have given of their best that we might reach this goal, and bids farewell to our friends of other classes who will repeat this same message in nearby years. yet I 'Wonder Samuel Clicquetinoi I love thee more and more, 0 World of Spring. 1 see in you the Mighty King, Who this great world did make, That of its beauty we might partake Before He doth us bear Beyond the great and pearly gate. I often wonder why The people break And tear thy wonder-work, pluck Every woodland flower, Reduce each woods to stump and log. Why don’t they stop and look and wait To see in every tree their God? u(ICft ° H?ht): L‘ D°rn’ A' Pride M‘ Barry’ W- Hoon’ E- Oesterling (prompter), P. Macko, R. Turner. Tcp Row (left to right): . Graham, C. Ellison, J. Wilson (stage mgr.), J. Nicholas, S. Billman, J. Schiicht, Miss G. Reed (dir.),G. Spears. H X pi C i PI 2: O 7 2 a z pi H CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 47 “SKIDDING” (As reported by an A Senior) I was storming. Here I am an A Senior and what does it get me in the way of good seats for the senior play? Nothing! Since my freshman year and even before that I have been living in the hope that when I was an A Senior I would get good seats on the first floor of the auditorium. But no, I get parked up in the balcony as usual. Now I give vent to my feelings. What good is it to be an A Senior if one cannot at least get good seats for the senior play? Stuff and rubbish I call it!” Then I went to the play; and, even parked up there against the radiator in the last row of the balcony, I got a thrill. It is a wonder I didn’t skid right down onto the breathless audience below. For although I don’t think M'a Hardy ever did figure out whether it was the nomination or the election that her husband was running for, certain other difficult matters were worked out to a most satisfactory conclusion while the now hilarious, now tearful, but always attentive audience looked on. We will not review the plot of the play. Ephe Parker, in the December Magnet, did justice to that, but we don’t wlant you to forget the cast of the best play given in Butler High School for a long time: THE CAST Andy Hardy Judge Hardy Mrs. Hardy .............. Marian Hardy ............ Wayne Trenton III Estelle Hardy Campbell Myra Hardy Wilcox Mr. Stubbins, the politician Aunt Milly Grandpa Hardy Student Prompter Stage Managers .......... Coach ................... ........ Gail Spears ... William Graham Kathryn Ellison ..... Jean Nicholas ..... John Schlicht Sara Jane Billman j Leslie Dorn | Mary Barry j William Hoon | Peter Macko Ruth Turner Arthur Pride Elizabeth Oesterling fMichael Krenytzky )Ben Sherman Clyde Oesterling Miss Reed 48 THE SENIOR MAGNET Class AmbiHons La Verne Alien Kennard Fuller CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 49 BACCALAUREATE Back in the time of the Caesars, when a conquering general made his triumphal entrance into Rome, the gates and pillars were adorned with laurel, the symbol of victory. On January seventeenth, the graduating class made its triumphal entry. The stateliness of the music and the sermon were our laurels, symbolic of our victory. The class marched slowly down the aisle to the strains of Bortniansky’s Vesper Hymn.” The inspiring sermon was delivered by Dr. W. P. Tolley, President of Allegheny College. This was followed by the chant, Cast Thy Burden on the Lord,” from Mendelssohn’s Elijah.” The message may indeed be called a baccalaureate” sermon since it was the laurel berry,” the symbol of our triumph. The entire services were very impressive and yet we were sorry to know that the end of our high school career was so close at hand. CLASS NIGHT Come listen, my children, and you shall hear—” Oh! Pardon me. Foolishness again. Now to get down to business. Our Class Night program, held on Tuesday, January 19, was the most interesting program put on in years (we thought). The program was as follows; the names speak for themselves: (Earl Israel Donors Mary Wade Photographers Senior Slams Radiograms (Arthur Pride (Marybel Conabee jMike Krenytzky (Mary Bray | Paul Fishel (Mildred Turner Dictionary .... Class Ambitions ) Elmer Olson (Twila Albert j Kennard Fuller (LaVerne Allen Music was furnished by the class. They sang Little Cotton Dolly,” Postillion,” and The School Song.” The Glee Clubs also sang in the course of the evening. The orchestra played the following numbers: The Corcoran Cadets,” by Sousa; Sari Waltz,” by E. Kalman, and North Wind” by Chambers. THE SENIOR MAGNET cemenr SN ?A Valedictorian ilga Bischeferieder ' da Bon Rose Lewis Salulatorian ' Mary Ellen Kicster Hr w Schorner Sylvia Schwarrz Saul Silverman CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 51 e COMMENCEMENT It was indeed fortunate that our graduation should come in January, 1932, so that we might celebrate in our Commencement exercises the bicentennial of the birth of the man whom, next to Lincoln, Americans revere— George Washington. We had an interesting subject and we consider that our speakers did it ample justice. The program was as follows: Washington’s Ancestry Mary Ellen Kiester His Youth Rose Lewis From Major to General ........................ Saul Silverman Washington, the Nation-Builder Ada Botti Our First President ......................... Silvia Schwartz Washington, the Farmer and Business Man Dorothy Schorner A Citizen-Leader Helga Bischetsrieder The Commencement music also carried out to some extent the patriotic theme. The orchestra played The Washington Post March” by Sousa, Minuet in G” by Beethoven, and Stars and Stripes Forever,” by Sousa. The Glee Clubs sang Carry Me Back to Old Virginia,” and Mendelssohn’s Spring Song.” The class sang Awake With the Lark,” An Ode to Washington,” and The Stars and Stripes Forever.” The program ended with the presentation of the diplomas by Mr. George M. Thompson. BANQUET and PROM Oh, boy! Did you ever eat a meal that tasted so good?” That’s what all the Seniors were saying the day after the banquet. The banquet was held at the Penn-Butler Hotel on Wednesday, January 20. The following members of the faculty were present: Mr. and Mrs. Jno. A. Gibson, Mr. and Mrs. V. K. Irvine, Mr. Heinzer, Mr. Hammer, Mr. Eldridge, Miss O’Brien, Miss Wertz, Miss Critchlow, Miss Orr and Miss Powell. Listen to that orchestra! Boy, is it a wow?” is what everyone was saying at the Prom. No wonder, look who was on the committee: Earl Israel (chairman), Alfred Gumpper, Esther Heilman, Jean Nicholas and Ben Sherman. The Prom seemed to us the best ever held at the Sterling Club. May classes in future years enjoy their farewell party as thoroughly as we did. THE SENIOR MAGNET 52 sr FAREWELL On the morning of January twenty-second, the members of the class of January, 1932, assembled for their last chapel exercise, their farewell. The class memorial, a full length portrait of Washington, painted by Rotherme!, i Pennsylvania artist, was presented by Clyde Oesterling, president of the graduating class. The picture was accepted by Lester Bailey in behalf of the student body and by Mr. Comin in behalf of the faculty. Quite a number of awards were made. The orchestra, under the expert leadership and careful training of Joseph E. Scohier, played a beautiful number, Sari Waltz” by E. Kalman. The class, under the capable guidance of George Bob Wick, also sang a number. Who can ever forget the little mannerisms of these two men? Mr Scohier went through his usual gymnastics which denote a musician trained by the masters; Mr. Wick pounded on the brass rail until some freshman thought we were singing the Anvil Chorus. We are rather sorry to leave old Butler High School. We have formed many friendships and have had many good times here which never will be forgotten. Goodbye, under-classmcn, enjoy your high school days while you can; you have probably heard this many times, but we really mean it. c fCy Request Mary Bray Seated one day at the typewriter, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the pesky keys. I knew not what I was striking. Or what I was writing then, For you see ’twas my first day of typing And with blank keys I had to begin. All my fingers were thumbs that first period. And my nails—they all broke one by one. With amazement I gazed at the seniors, Typing page after page, and in fun. a s d f ; 1 k j - That is the Home Row, you see. But I wandered all over the keyboard. For Home Row meant nothing to me. And now that I am a grave senior And my typing days are almost o’er, I herewith bequeath to beginners My past worries and errors galore. THLETCS ► «t njj n nc� FOOTBALL VARSITY TEAM—Bottom Row (left to right): A. Keck, R. LoBouno, D. Mintz, M. Rettig, J. Narbetski, J. Martin, J. Abraham, G. Bilowich, J. Krankota, W. Ammon, D. Sherman. Top Row (left to right): W. Sykes, W. Fitzmartin, P. Bietch, Mr. Storey, R. Testi, G. Smith (mgr.), J. Bowman, Mr. J. McDowell (asst. coach), G. Leyland, Mr. R. Hienzer (coach), H. Snyder, J. Sutherland, R. Hykes. THE SENIOR MAGNET CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 35 ©t_________________________ -LI . J— ... ■ Butler High’s Football Season Butler High’s football season, judged by games won, was only a fair success. We won three, lost four, and tied one game. Two of these games were played at night on the opposing team’s field. Butler made a good showing at both of these games, although these were their first games under the floodlights. So with the other games; the boys always showed the old traditional fighting spirit. Although Butler lost four games the fans were well pleased with the fine showing made by the team. Butler’s captain, Sykes, played at tackle. He was very capable and certainly could put lots of fight into the team. Sykes’ toe surely came through in fine shape for the extra point in the New Brighton game! This is Sykes’ last year for Butler because of the age limit. This is also Snyder’s last year. He played at center and made good. Bilowich also played at center and got in on almost all the games. Sutherland played at tackle and will be with us for the next season. Fitzmartin, at end, could receive passes very well. Also, we had Lobuono at the other end; he proved capable both there and in the backfield. Beitch and Wickenhagen also got in at the end position. Wick-enhagen was hurt in the New Kensington game and was out of the running-during the last part of the season. Bowman and Ammon played at the guard positions. They both showed up exceptionally well in the New Kensington and New Brighton games for their defensive work. Mintz played quarterback and used great judgment in running the team. Krankota did most of the punting and passing for the team. In the New Brighton game, three of his passes were made complete in a row and the touchdown was made. Sherman made a very good showing with his end runs and plunges. He also did some of the passing. Abraham did very good line plunging. Scott and Narbetsky played in the backfield and, while they played, did very well. Butler had a very good defensive team. New Kensington was the only team to score two touchdowns against them and the other scores were very close. The scores are as follows: Butler 0 Vandergrift 6 Butler 25 Mars 0 Butler 0 Ellwood City 6 Butler 2 .........................New Kensington 13 Butler 20 .........................Tarentum 0 Butler 7 .........................New Brighton 6 Butler 0 Beaver Falls 6 Butler 0 ........................Wilkinsburg 0 ON BOYS’ CLASS BASKETBALL TEAM Bottom Row (left to right): J. Kozak, J. Jackman, C. Gallagher, E. Olson, P. Frederick. Top Row (left to right): H. Snyder, J. Wilson, M. Zgibor. THE SENIOR MAGNET CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 J7 s—-_ - ■ ■ Kv Our Boys’ Class Basketball Team Bo Olson, John Jackman, Chuck Gallagher, Paul Frederick, Howard Scott, Johnny Kosack, Hawley Snyder, Mike Zgibor—what a list of distinguished names we have had on our class basketball team from time to time. Anyone who saw them in action after school on December 11 saw them at their best. According to custom, the A Seniors played the school, and also according to custom, they lost. But what a game! Senior-School games always are hilarious affairs and we think our little Art Pride, as the Frivolous Flapper, and Fishel, Erma, La Verne and the rest in the Kiddie Parade more than lived up to the tradition. As for the score, our motto has always been, Win or lose, we play for the love of the game.” So we thought it was a great old game, played by a great old team. Letter Men of January, ’32 Hawley Snyder—Hawley played the tackle position on the B. H. S. 1930 varsity football team. Hawley was a good, capable lineman and played bang-up football all last season. Throughout the 1931 season, Hawley played center with equal ability. We hear he is thinking of going to Thiel. If he goes, we wish him lots of luck. No doubt Hawley will make good wherever he goes. C iarles Shanty” Gallag xr— Shanty” played center on the 1929 football team. He played great ball that year. Due to ineligibility, he had not partaken in any sports this last two years in high school. Just the same, he has his old form. Rumor says that Shanty” is going to Georgetown; in fact, he told me so himself. We all believe that he will make good on the football squad at that college. Chuck also plays basketball. Last year he was a member of the class champions’ team. He is also captain of the senior class team this year. Paul Fishel—Paul earned his B” on the 1930 football team. This season he was ineligible, but he has filled the position of student coach because of his intense love of this great game called football. A remarkable thing about Paul is that last year he worked himself up from the second squad to a back-field berth on the varsity team. We ought to give him a lot of credit for this. John Kozak— Johnny” got his letter last year in basketball. He will be eligible for only a half-season this year, and is sure making good. John is the kind of a boy that ought to get places. He is quiet and studious. Johnny” also played football with our unsung heroes, the seconds. Wilmer Douthett—Wilmer is our only track letter man and we are proud of him. He won his letter on the 1930 track squad as a relay man. Hard, faithful work and perseverance always characterized him. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 59 3V SWIMMING TEAM—Bottom Row (left to right): R. McClung, J. Herr, J. Chernitski, W. Holiday, W. Malick. Top Row (left to right): R. Green, H. Phillips, J. Flecken, R. Hykes, C. Daly. R. Murphy, Coach J. Mixer. I Os o the senior magnet GIRLS’ CLASS BASKETBALL TEAM Bottom Row (left to right): V. Fauk, H. Burr, M. Turner, D. Schorner, M. Bray. Top Row (left to right): Miss V. Varnum, J. Nicholas, R. Lewis, R. McAndrew. CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 62 THE SENIOR MAGNET The Swimming Team This year, as some of you know, swimming has become a major sport in Butler High School with the presentation of letters to the varsity men scoring ten points or more during the current season. At least ten to twelve meets are being scheduled with fairly strong teams, the first being with tht local Y. M. C. A. on December 3 at the High School pool. A fairly strong team is being built up by Coach Mixer from the remains of last year’s squad and numerous new aspirants to the team. The team is also expected to come through with a fairly successful season in spite of the fact that this is its first attempt to break into the major sports of this school. Undaunted by their first defeat at the hands of the Y. M. C. A. 24-41, the team has more than lived up to expectations. Three members of the team secured their varsity letters: namely Holiday, Captain McClung and Phillips. Girls’ Class Basketball Team Our girls’ basketball team completed a very successful season last term. Although they did not win the championship, they certainly gave the victors something to worry about. Considering the changing of positions, much credit and appreciation is due the players on the team for their excellent cooperation and interest in their work. Mid’ Turner, our captain, displayed great ability in supervising the team and everyone knows of her success as a forward. Vivian Faulk may be short in stature, but her basketball qualifications are perfect. Rita McAndrew and Jean Nicholas, interchangeably, played center. Both girls held this position with remarkable skill. Dorothy Schorner and Rose Lewis played guard. Dot” was capable of filling any position on the team. This year was Rose Lewis’s first session on the hard wood. The only mistake Rose made was in failing to come out for basketball in her freshman year. Regardless of the play, we were sure Mary Bray would be in action as side center. We had also three very dependable subs in Hazel Burr, Leslie Dorn and Freda Culbertson. Our class is proud of their team. We feel that our girls have lived up to the principles of sportsmanship and we wish equal success to all future teams. 66 THE SENIOR MAGNET Class of January, 1932 c L A S S O F ever ................................... Senior Class .................................... Leslie Dorn rtist c Dorothy Schorner weet Ruth Stoughton edate Mildred Shick rnamental Olga Perozok rivolous ............................. Chester Hindman J A N U A R Y N I N E T E E N T H I R T Y T W O ol|y ...................................... Ruth Ralph ttentive Grace Behm eat Jean Nicholas r ane Esther Heilman ttractive Kitty Harper enowned ................................ Johnny Wilson outhful ................................ LaVerne Allen eighborly ......................................... Ben Sherman ntelligent ................................ Rose Lewis oisY ...................................... Erma Bubak nergetic William Graham alkative Earl Israel loquent Clyde Oesterling ndearing ........................... Marybel Conabee lce Euphemia Moisokas houghtful ................................. Mary Wade ilarious Kennard Fuller nfluential Margaret Fulton ad'ant Francis Rivers easing ............................. Madeline Bright earning .............................. Kenneth Rogers imid ...................................... Sara Ray insome Paul Frederick rat°f .................................. Lorainc Reed CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 67 Can You Imagine— Helga Bischetsrieder failing in any test? Art Pride growing up? Edna O’Day not talking? Ruth Stoughton with red hair? Silvia Schwartz with straight hair? Hawley Snyder and Chuck Gallagher not being good football players? Alice Hodges not joking with someone? Hazel Dambaugh not busy? Bertram Smith not being able to recite in English? Richard Graham being talkative? John Jackman wanting to be valedictorian? Sam Clicquennoi being angry with anyone? Seeing Audrey without Freda? Neither can I. Beryl Henshaw being as tall as John Schlicht or Leroy Bartoe? Ruth Rauschenberger being as thin as Rose Lewis? Marie Robison without Ruth Ralph or Peg Fulton? Grace Blain as a talkative young lady? Twila Albert not smiling? Earl Israel losing all his ambition? Jean Nicholas really quiet? Ray Heilman without a grin? Ralph Goehring not haunting the Magnet office? These corridors without the Class of January, ’32? Our Stars Sara Ray Jean Arthur Ruth Stoughton Constance Bennett Hawley Snyder Richard Arlen Sun Clicquennoi Richard Barthlemess Ruth Ralph .............. Clara Bow Ada Botti Claudette Colbert Alfred Gumpper Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. Hazel Burr Louise Fazenda Francis Rivers .......... Kay Francis Martha Jane Hazlet Janet Gaynor Ralph Goehring Harold Lloyd Mary Wade Winnie Lightncr Esther Heilman Greta Garbo Arthur Pride Ramon Novarro Loraine Reed Conrad Nagel Chester Hindman Jack Oakie Anees Esper William Powell La Verne Allen Helen Chandler Grace Behm Laura La Plante Leslie Dorn Mitzie Green Kitty Harper .............. Fay Wray Marybel Conabee Joan Crawford Mike Krenytzky John Boles Helga Bischetsrieder Ann Harding Paul Frederick William Haines Hazel Stoughton Leila Hyams Erma Bubak Sylvia Sydney William Hoon Phillip Holmes Asylum Records of Notable Nuts i £ Name Alias Thinks He’s (She’s) Chief Offense Twila Albert Tivi” Emily Post (Etiquette Advisor) . Eating peas with knife La Verne Allen Vern” Powerful Katrinka Bending tooth picks Grace Behm Grade” Pochahontas Hunting John Smiths Helga Bischetsrieder Helgie” Willa Cather Getting zeros Grace Blain Bee” Bank official Always counting her money Ada Botti Ad” . Amelia Earhart Sliding down banisters Mary Bray Mildred Turner Mary”) Mid” j The Bobsie Twins Throwing typewriters Catching typewriters TH I Madeline Bright MelI” Princess Eugenia .Washing her ears Hazel Burr Chickie” A shy little wood nymph Vamping Mr. Hogg m Erma Bubak Erin” A broadcasting station Talking in her sleep Z «— Marybel Con a bee Meb” Joan Crawford Playing with dolls 0 Audrey Crispin Aiuly” A hurdler Leaping over her instructor’s toes Freda Culbertson Freddie” Basketball player Throwing books into the waste basket 2 Leslie Dorn Les” Longfellow Walking on stilts o Vivian Faulk Toots” A prissy old maid Filling her date book Z Margaret Fulton Peg” The Last of the Mohicans Giving war hoops M Kitty Harper Kitty” The Cats” Meowing Martha Jane Hazlett Marty” Helen Hicks (Golf Pro.) Shooting inkwells off desks Esther Heilman Ep” Mary Garden Hitting high C Aliene Heist Al” .Sewing carpet rags Alice Hodges Sissy” Authoress Writing notes to Mr. Gibson Helen Kurtz Kurtzy” Dolly Dimple Chasing butterflies Mary Ellen Keister Mck” Joan of Arc Riding a pony Rose Lewis Rosy” .... Betsy Ross Dropping stitches Rita McAndrew Skify” ...... . Pollyanna Hunting the son” f Name Ethel Means Euphemia Moisakos Jean Nicholas Hazel Dambaugh Elizabeth Oesterling Olga Perozak ....... Ruth Ralph Ruth Rauchenberger Sara Ray ........... Frances Rivers ..... Dorothy Schorner Silvia Schwartz .... Mildred Schick ..... Hazel Stoughton .... Ruth Stoughton Mary Wade ......... Kathleen Wagner . Marie Robinson .... Edna O’Day ........ Jordan Ball ....... Leroy Bartoe ....... Bernard Campbell .. Samuel Clicquennoi Wilmer Douthett Anees Esper Paul Fishel Paul Frederick .... Kennard Fuller .... Arthur Geyer ...... Charles Forcht .... Alias Thinks He’s (She’s) .frEttie99 .....Virginia Varnum Effie” ........Little Red Riding Hood yNoisy” ........Mrs. Astor ............... Zelie” ........A bride .................. Bit sic” ......Little Eva ............... Posie” ........Wee little girl Ruth” .........Peter Rabbit . Rudy” ........Will Rogers .............. Sally” ........Venus .................... Frank” ........Marilyn Miller ........... Dot” ..........Elsie Dinsmore ........... Sib” ..........Weeping Willow Middy” ........Barbara Frietchie . Blondie” .....Jean Harlow .............. Rutbie” ........Mary Pickford Fat” ..........Marie Dressier .......... Kitty” ........Lip stick demonstrator .... Robie” ........A nitwit ................. Eddy” .........Fair as a lily ........... Jordy” ........ Flo” Ziegfeld Roy” ..........A human clothes pin Bernie” .......Graham McNamee Sam” ..........The busiest man on earth Willy” ........Charley Paddock .......... Esper” ........Laughing Gus Paul” .........A Gigolo ................. Walt” ......... Abe” Lincoln ............ Kay” ..........Eddie Cantor Art” ..........Gen. Pershing ............ Chuck” ........Sherlock Holmes .......... Chief Offense Taking exercises in front of inmates Attracted by anything red Fixing her hair Carries bouquets wherever she goes Chases people over desks Playing hopscotch Eating carrots Humoring the faculty Being too noisy Kicking holes in the ceiling Crocheting doilies Smashing hearts Speaking her own mind Skating in the corridors One Man Woman” Eating Holding up the mirror in 201 Reading the encyclopedia Trying to get sun tanned Keeping feet in the aisle Impersonating his brother Leonard Talking about the weather Loafing Picking locks Hiding people’s books Stealing pearl necklaces Trying to commit suicide by overstudy Bumming gum Being on time Scratching his head Name Charles Gallagher William Grah am Richard Graham ... Ralph Goehring ... Alfred Gumpper ... Ray Heilman ...... Beryl Henshaw ... Chester Hindman William Hoon ..... James Huselton John Jackman John Kozak Earl Israel ...... Michael Krenytzky Clyde Ocsterling ... John Patterson .... Arthur Pride ...... Loraine Reed ..... Carl Riegal ...... Kenneth Rodgers John Schlicht ..... Bertram Smith Howard Scott Saul Silverman .... Alvin Shakely ..... Ben Sherman ....... Elmer Olson Hawley Snyder John Wilson MicUacl Z ibor Alias Thinks He’s (She’s) Shanty” ......Little Lord Fauntleroy ..... Bill” ........A business executive ....... ’Dick” ........ Al” Capone ................ Ralph” .......Michael Angelo ............. Appy” ........ Rudy Yallee ............... Ray” .........A real college freshman .... Beryly” ......Patrick Henry .............. Ches” ........Lindbergh .................. Bill” ........Big politician ............. Jimmie” ......Henry Ford Jack” ........Joe Brown .................. Jack” ........Jack the Bean Stalk Climber hsy” ......... Al” Jolson ................ Mike” ........Einstein ................... ’Oyster” ......George Washington .......... Pat” .........Salesman Sam ............... Art” .........Jack Dempsey ............... Reedie” ......Stan Laurel ................ Dig” .........Sphinx ..................... Ken” .........Ferocious cave man ......... Johnny” ......Julius Caesar .............. SmifTy” ......Perfect 36” ............... Howdy” .......Robert Montgomery .......... Sol” ..........Rockefeller ............... Al” ..........Caruso ..................... Ben” .........Flaming youth .............. Bo” ..........Apollo ..................... Holly” .......Carideo .................... rr Johnny99 ...A night hawk .... Napolcon Bonaparte Chief Offense Twiddling his thumbs Swatting flies Shooting marbles Making mud pies Crooning Boosting Meridian Inciting school mobs to violence Always being up in the air Smoking 5 Oc stogies Raising prices Giggling Second story man Abolishing slavery Hunting the 4th dimension Chops up furniture Singin’ in the rain Talking baby talk Hunting fleas Throwing sand in inmates’ hair Bothering the girls Blushing Trying on people’s clothes Trying to date Miss Purvis Selling apples Serenading inmates Appropriating girls Curling his hair Playing with a rattle Retiring at 9 P. M. THE SENIOR MAGNET CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 71 Who’s Also Who BIGGEST BLUFFER— MOST BASHFUL— Helga Bischetsrieder Dorothy Schorner Saul Silverman Paul Frederick MOST ATHLETIC— LAZIEST— La Verne Allen Mary Bray John Schlicht John Wilson GREATEST TALKERS— MOST INDUSTRIOUS— Grace Behm Arthur Geyer Ralph Goehring Edna O’Day WITTIEST- MOST CONCEITED— Silvia Schwartz Kennard Fuller Mike Zgibor Marybel Conabee MOST DIGNIFIED— Madeline Bright • Chester Hindman Important Birthdays of Important People • Olga Perozok Nov. 11 .... Armistice Day Dorothy Schorner Aug. 11] .. Fulton made first trip with his steamboat Kitty Harper ... Aug. Ill Anees Esper Oct. 28 Kenneth Rogers Oct. 29 Hallowe’eners Carl Riegal Oct. 31J Rita Me Andrew Leslie Dorn Apr. 27 j Apr. 271 ! Ulysses Grant’s Birthday Bill Graham Jan. 17. Benjamin Franklin’s Birthday Sam Clicquennoi Nov. 3 Election Day Jordan Ball ... Mar. 17 St. Patrick’s Day Mary Ellen Kiester Dec. 11 Boston Tea Party Euphemia Moisakos ... Oct, 20. Apple Day Ruth Ralph July 21. Belgian Holiday Arthur Geyer Jan. 21 Stonewall Jackson’s Birthday Madeline Bright Sept. 24 Peace Day John Kozak Mar. 2 Postage stamps first used Earl Israel Mar. 30 Signing of the Irish and English Peace Pact Arthur Pride July 15 St. Swithin’s Day THE SENIOR MAGNET Best Sports Mary Wade - Loraine Reed Most Dignified Rite ft- Andrew CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 73 Most AVhWVic Mildred Turner ( Hfcwtey SnVder 3 nos ' Popular Mary Bray Clyde Oesterling Most Talkative Erma Bubak Earl Israel a Biggest Bluffers Arthur Geyer Ruth Ralph Most Bashful Sara Ray Richard Graham 0 5 - looking 74 THE SENIOR MAGNET Last Will and Testament We, the graduating class of January, 1932, being of sound mind and both, bequeath to our under-classmates our personal possessions, only on condition that they care for them as tenderly and sincerely as we have: 1. The class as a whole leaves to the entire school its extraordinary intelligence and good behavior. (See Miss O’Brien). 2. We bequeath to the Junior class our superlative dignity. (See Loraine Reed). 3. The class bequeaths all its pens and pencils to the present freshman penmanship classes—who have them anyway. Darn their souls. 4. Sam Clicquennoi leaves his heighth to Carl Logan. 5. Saul Silverman leaves his extra weight to Louis Loutzenheiser. 6. John Schlicht leaves his literary ability to Dale Beatty. 7. Our Twila Albert leaves to the B Senior Twila Albert her smile. 8. Alfred Gumpper leaves his musical ability to Bill Holiday. 9. Silvia Schwartz leaves her shyness to Ruth Turner. 10. Charles Forcht isn’t leaving Theresa Parison to any one. 11. Mary Bray leaves her popularity to Sara Jane Billman. 12. Art Pride leaves his jokes to Jimmy Craig and Jack Dunlevy. 13. Chester Hindman leaves his craziness to Mike Supko and Nick Uram. 14. Jean Nicholas leaves her cheering ability to Mary Gurniak. 15. Mildred Turner graciously donates to Janice Bash her basketball technique. 16. Hawley Sn-yder and Chuck Gallagher leave their football togs to Chuck Reilly and George Bilowich. 17. Clyde Oesterling leaves all his presidential worries to Lester Bailey. 18. To Romaine Wolfe and Rose Wcok, Dorothy Schorner donates her artistic talents. 19. We leave a generous piece of our mind to the faculty. 20. We leave the bottom of our desks to the sophomores for parking space for their gum. 21. Hazel Dambaugh leaves her quiet nature to Edith Taub. 22. Vivian Faulk leaves her typing ability to Elsie Domke. 23. La Verne Allen leaves her tiny feet to Bill Nuth. 24. Alice Hodges leaves her chatter to Annabelle Shannon. 25. Alfred Gumpper and Esther Heilman leave their booth at Barneys” to Garnet Rockenstein and Claude Johnson. Drawn up by us this 1st day of January, 1932. We appoint Ben Sherman and Margaret Fulton as executors of this Last Will and Testament and ask the student body to see that they carry out the above-named bequests. Name Helga Bischetsrieder Sara Ray Elizabeth Oesterling Charles Forcht Olga Perozok LaVerne Allen Twila Albert Mike Zgibpr Erma Bubak Madeline Bright Ben Sherman Howard Scott ....... Ada Botti .......... Carl Riegal Bertram Smith Bill Graham Dick Graham Ralph Goehring Sam Clicquennoi Kay Fuller Anees Esper Paul Fishel Mid Turner Clyde Oesterling John Wilson Mildred Shick Class Diagnosis Ambition ...Entomologist ............... .. Chorus girl . Be an old maid Business man ...Painter Be a divorcee . . Run a restaurant Warden Run a nursery Bathing beauty Aviator .. .Dentist ................... ....Secretary ................. ... Run a theater .....Jockey ................... President of U. S. A........ ... Circus barker ...Cartoonist ................. Barber ...........,......... . . Poet ...................... . Preacher .................... Professional football player Housewife .................. Broker ..................... Orator ..................... ...Beautician ................. Obstacle ..Large brain Too bashful .Boys ..................... Baldness ................. . No paint . Not married Can’t cook No gun .Too noisy ............... No contest ............... Faints in air No patients ............. Can’t type Too good looking Can’t ride ............... Helga beat him Weak voice A girl ................... No gift of gab No garret Not talkative enough Too good ................ ..None .................... Funds ................... ...Sprained tonsils in civics ..Cabot .................. Result President Wed to Mr. Albert Three divorces Hairdresser Makes dough-nuts Night club hostess Serves hash Joined the navy Sold bathing suits Succeeded Edna Wallace Hopper Street cleaner Poor house Fortune teller Poses for ads Astrologer Sells insurance Undertaker Paints houses Jurist Sells apples Bartender Dance marathoner Housewife Sells pencils Tests cigarettes Seamstress Name Ambition Obstacle Result Alvin Shakely ..Radio crooner Auctioneer Kathleen Wagner Somebody’s sweetheart Somebody’s already Darns socks Kenneth Rogers Detective Solicits books Vivian Faulk ..Typist Typewriter won’t type fast enough Demonstrates adding machines Alice Hodges ..Nurse Ex-nurse Aliene Heist Librarian Astrologer Esther Heilman Famous debator Subjects all debated Temperance worker Martha J. Hazlett Golf champion Movie producer Hollywood Kitty Harper Marriage Can’t decide which one Bigamist Charles Gallagher Athletic instructor None ..Athletic instructor Ruth Rauschenberger Reduce .. Fat lady in circus Loraine Reed Pharmacist .. Sentenced for murder Art Pride Gigolo ...Chauffeur John Patterson Policeman ...Gangster Elmer Olson To rival Barrymore Pug nose Property boy James Huselton Strong man ...Jerks sodas Earl Israel Lawyer Raises chickens Beryl Henshaw Be a chauffeur ...Telegraph boy Bill 1 loon Financier Vergil teacher Chester Hindman Comedian ..Clerk Alfred Gumpper Author Laundry man Freda Culbertson None Hubbv and children Audrey Crispin Millionaire’s wife Clerk John Kozak Explorer Manufactures Flit Ruth Ralph Chorus girl A good wife Mary Wade Lady Burglar Evangelist Ruth Stoughton Graduate School janitress Hazel Stoughton Slender Reducing methods Silvia Schwartz Debutante Bad times Milliner if THE SENIOR MAGNET Name Ambition Dorothy Schorner Tramp Frances Rivers ........Sunday school teacher Bernard Campbell .....Politician Wilmer Douthett ......Great swimmer Paul Frederick ........Marry Kitty John Schlicht ....... Learn more about English Jordan Ball .........Storekeeper Arthur Geyer .........Command the army Mike Krenytzky Chemist Mary Bray .......... Nurse Leroy Battoe .........John Boles Saul Silverman Judge Hazel Burr ...........Be an actress ............... Marybel Conabee ......Lawyer Leslie Dorn ..........Hard work Grace Behm ...........Teacher Marie Robison ........Travel Grace Blain ..........Teach school Hazel Dambaugh ......Botanist .................... Hawley Snyder .......Football coach Edna O’Day ...........Speech maker Jean Nicholas ........Be a model Euphemia Moisakos Stylist ........................ Ethel Means Bridge player Rita McAndrew Biologist Rose Lewis ...........Nurse ...................... Helen Kurtz ..........Write songs ................ Peg Fulton ..........Desire to meet a young man Mary Kiester ........Write magazine stories Obstacle Athlete’s Foot Saturday night dates Honest Boy ......................... Splashes too much None ............................... He knew more than the teacher (?) Ate the profit ..................... Army too small Explosions Leonard lad Can’t sing ......................... Too patient ........................ . Can’t act ......................... Too sweet No muscle .......................... No glasses ......................... ..Depression ....................... Handsome principal Afraid of bees on flowers ..Bow-legs ......................... . None ............................. A certain him” .................... ..New styles ....................... Trumped her partner’s ace Fears bugs ......................... Handsome interne Producers .......................... He was married ..................... ...Vocabulary too small ............ Result Salvation Army Miss Untaught children Minister Cleans B. H. S. pool ..Married Kitty Taught English Mends shoes Joined the navy Hospital for life Dish washer Drives truck Became defendant Ushers Mops court room Poetess Telephone operator Sells tickets at B. O. station Mr. and Mrs. Carr teach school Taxidermist Cow puncher Joined Erma Bubak ..Sews Hat check girl Preaches against bridge ..Floor walker Two little internes Beautician Broken-hearted Peg Joke editor of popular magazine CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 78 THE SENIOR MAGNET -- ■ ta.- When Their Proofs Arrived Clyde Oesterling: Is that me?” Leslie Dorn: Heck, it looks like me all right!” Paul Frederick: Just wait till Kitty sees these!” Hazel Burr: Now, do you want to see some good ones?” Jimmy Huselton: I’ve seen worse!” Silvia Schwartz: Oh, mine weren’t any good!” Saul Silverman: Here’s the villain!” Margaret Fulton: Ruth, those are darling!” Charles Gallagher (shyly): Do you like them?” Mary Wade: Aw, quit kidding me!” Earl Israel: If I go down again to have it taken, they’ll give me a half interest in the studio!” (Most Talkative Boy). Esther Heilman: I get one of yours, Alfred!” La Verne Allen: I hope Jake likes this one!” Kennard Fuller: Jesse James had nothing on me!” Twila Albert: Mine goes to Westminster!” Chester Hindman: Yoo, hoo, girls. Come on over to my desk!” Mildred Turner: My picture will honor Pitt!” Howard Scott: Hotsy, totsy, gang!” John Schlicht: Observe my photograph!” Rose Lewis: Helga and Grace, come here quick!” Bill Graham: Not bad, not bad at all!” Alice Hodges: Well, I’ll be jiggered!” Alvin Shakely: It reminds me of a song, Sweet and Lovely!” Ruth Stoughton: Jimmy will be crazy about this!” Arthur Pride: Isn’t that cute?” Marybel Conabee: This will look nice on Bill’s dresser!” Paul Fishel: Do I look dignified enough for a professor?” Mary Bray: Yours truly for Skinny!” Mike Krenytzky: This was the best of mine!” Jean Nicholas: Well, that’s that!” Bill Hoon: It’s me, but I don’t know why!” Grace Behm: And I hoped they would be good for once!” Erma Bubak: Of all the pictures!” Ada Botti: Rest your eyes on this!” Mildred Shick: Best one Cabot has had!” Sam Clicquennoi (surprised): Why it looks like me” Elmer Olson: Yours truly in person!” Dorothy Schorner: The only one in captivity!” Ralph Goehring: I can draw better than that!” Wilmer Douthett: Look who I am!” CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 79 Martha Jane Hazlett: I’m satisfied!” Ruth Ralph: Smuck will go for this in a big way!” Hazel Dambaugh: Oh, and I was so worried!” Kenneth Rogers: Another wonder for the world!” Anees Esper: It’s good enough!” Audrey Crispin: Freda, how do you like this?” Madeline Bright: Couldn’t be better!” Leroy Bartoe: Tsk, tsk, what a pose!” Ruth Rauchenberger: What is it? What is it?” Freda Culbertson: Heck, I have to go back again!” Rita McAndrew: It’s me all right!” Sara Ray (blushing): Isn’t it cute?” Frances Rivers: Venus in person!” Charles Forcht: I hope Theresa is satisfied!” Olga Perozak: Gee, I like that!” Mike Zgibor: What a picture! What a picture!” Ben Sherman: Well, girls, gaze at me!” Hawley Snyder: Wonder how this will look in the Magnet?’ Carl Riegal (dignified): Well, well!” Eertram Smith: Curses on thee, picture man!” John Jackman: Guess I didn’t hold my mouth right!” Richard Graham: It’s all in the person!” Bernard Campbell: A masterpiece!” Arthur Geyer: Take a squint at these!” Jordan Ball: I told him that wouldn’t look right!” Vivian Faulk: What’s done can not be undone!” Helga Bischetsrieder: Do I look like that?” Marie Robinson: Well, well, look who’s here!” Grace Blain: Put this in a frame, quick!” Edna O’Day: Well, girls, let’s celebrate!” Euphemia Moisakos: My stars!” Ethel Means: So this is me. Tsk, tsk!” Helen Kurtz: If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!” Mary Ellen Kiester: Jupiter be praised!” Aliene Heist: Alice, catch me; I feel faint!” Kitty Harper: Just another good picture gone wrong!” Loraine Reed: I laughed, and look at this result!” John Patterson: We couldn’t all be lucky!” Beryl Henshaw: Another collection for the hall of fame!” Alfred Gumpper: What a profile!” John Kozak: And they call it photography!” Kathleen Wagner: Hm,J etter than I expected!” Hazel Stoughton: This cruel world!” Elizabeth Oesterling: Exhibit A in Criminal Court! Ray Heilman: My kingdom for a good picture!” 80 THE SENIOR MAGNET Say It With Slogans Grace Behm Pure As the Pines Alfred Gumpper Hasn’t Scratched Yet Erma Bubak That School Girl Complexion John Wilson ............................... He’ll Get ’Em Art Geyer They Laughed When 1 Sat Down at the Piano Earl Israel .............................. Why Pay More For It? Ada Botti 57” Varieties Edna O’Day Always Smiling Carl Riegal .............................. Be Nonchalant Hawley Snyder ............................ Floating Power Aliene Heist Gees a Long Way To Make Friends Hazel Burr ..................................... Ever-Sharp Mildred Shick ........................................ Mild Rose Lewis ..................................... Ever-Rcady Esther Heilman .................................. Knockless Kitty Harper The Flavor You Pay For Bill Hoon From the Lake to You ! Clyde Oesterling Best By Test Alvin Shakely ........................... Best In the Long Run Kathleen Wagner The Skin You Love to Touch Madeline Bright We Have Your Kind John Patterson Say It With Flowers Kenneth Rogers A Neiv One If It Rips Wilmer Douthett When It Rains It Pours Rita Me Andrew It Pays to Advertise Loraine Reed His Master’s Voice TIME TO RETIRE! CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 81 isv What’s In Initials Olga Perozok Earl Israel Ruth Ralph James Huselton Ruth Rauschenberger Remarkably Reliant William Hoon ......... Witty Humor Sara Ray ................ So Refined Chester Hindman .. Constant Hilarity Frances Rivers ..... Frivolous Rascal Beryl Henshaw Born Handsome Marie Robison Mighty Romantic Alfred Gumpper Attractively Genteel Mildred Shick Most Sincere William Graham Well Groomed Dorothy Schorner . Daring Superiority Richard Graham Regular Gentleman Silvia Schwartz .... Sincere Smile Ralph Goehring Remarkably Gifted Hazel Stoughton Heart Stealer Arthur Geyer Aids Generously Ruth Stoughton Resistless Spirit Charles Gallagher Clever Guy Mildred Turner ..... Merry Trouper Kennard Fuller Kidder Fun-maker Mary Wade Makes Welcome Paul Frederick Perfect Friend Kathleen Wagner Klever Wit Paul Fishel ........ Pleasant Friend Twila Albert Thoroughly Agreeable Anees Esper ........ Advises Everyone LaVerne Allen Lovable Associate Martha Jane Hazlett Ministers Judgment Happily Carl L. Riegal Clerical Romeo Aliene Heist Admirably Helpful Loraine Reed Loves Recreation Alice Hodges Always Happy Arthur Pride ...................... A Pal John Patterson Jolly Pat Mary E Kiester Merit Earning Kind Helen Kurtz Happy Kompanion Rose Lewis .......... Really Likable Clyde Oesterling ............ Considered Omniscient Elmer Olson Ever Obliging Ethel Means ......... Earnest Miss John Kozak Jubilant Knight Euphemia Moisokas ...... Ever Modest Michael Krenvtzky, Marked for Kindness Jean Nicholas Jocose Neighbor John Jackman Jabbering Jack Edna O’Day Eternally Optimistic Elizabeth Oesterling .... Ever Original Esther Heilman Endless Hospitality Ray Heilman Real Helper Leroy Bartoe .......... Lively Boy Grace Behm Glorious Blonde Charles Forcht ... Charming Fellow Helga Bischetsrieder Highest Brilliance Wilmer Douthett Wonderful Disposition Ada Botti Aimable Belle Sam Clicquennoi So Clever Mary Bray Makes life Brighter John Campbell .......... Just Calm Madeline Bright—Mighty Bewildering Jordan Ball ........ Just a Bachelor Erma Bubak Ever Babbling Mike Zgibor Mighty Zealous Grace Blain ................... Grand Booster John Wilson Just WRight Hazel Burr Humor Blest Hawley Snyder ......... He’s Sensible Marybel Conabee Much-loved Character Bertram Smith Brilliant Sort Audrey Crispin Always Cheerful Saul Silverman Splendid Student Freda Culbertson Fine Companion Ben Sherman Blithe Spirit Hazel Dambaugh How Determined Alvin Shakely ........ Always Smiling Leslie Dorn Labors Daily Howard Scott How Serious Vivian Faulk Valuable Friend John Schlicht Judicious Senior Margaret Fulton Mischievous Funster Kenneth Rodgers Knight of Rescue Kitty Harper Kaptivating Heart Obedient Person Ever Irreproachable Rare Radiance Jovial Helper 82 ■s r THE SENIOR MAGNET CLASSIFIED ADVERTISING PAGE Tatronize Our Advertisers Graham Graham Cracker Manufacturers Harper Bray Elocutionists Behm Ray Electric Light Fixtures Scott McAndrew Money Lenders Bischetsrieder Rauschenburger Pretzel and Sauerkraut Manufacturers Oesterlin Nicholas Holiday Specialities Wade Rivers Pure Water Reed Ball Tragedy Writers Bright Schlicht Detectives Turner Shakely Gymnastic Instructors CLASSIFIED AD SECTION WANTED — A Maxim silencer for Erma Bubak. FOR SALE—My knowledge. (Helga Bischetsrieder). FOR SALE—My curls. (Earl Israel). WANTED—A self-filling powder puff. (Grace Blain). WANTED—Another period to sleep. (Arthur Geyer). FOR SALE—One large wad of chewing gum. (Twila Albert). WANTED—Someone to listen to me. (Alvin Shakely). WANTED—“Specific” and ‘ concrete” examples. (Miss Purvis). WANTED — Situation as radio announcer. Especially competent to announce football games, boxing matches, etc. Helga, Mary Ellen Silvia. WANTED—The ideal girl. Must he beautiful, highly intellectual, a good sport, not supercilious, a deep thinker, charming in personality, deeply religious, broad-minded, with an understanding of complex personalities and abstruse metaphysics, idealistic, sympathetic, with the heart of a musician and the soul of a poet. Apply in person to John Schlicht. LOST. STRAYED or STOLEN—One pet horned toad. Answers to the name of Aloysius. License number 1098756z31. Reward, dead or alive. Finder please return to William Hoon. SPECIAL NOTICE—“How to Captivate One of the Stronger Sex,” in ten easy lessons. Guaranteed satisfaction or money returned. Address Jean Nicholas. 84 THE SENIOR MAGNET T Kay Fuller: Is La Verne Allen a good driver?” Walt Frederick: I’m not sure whether she is or whether all the other drivers she meets are.” ----------- January ’32 --------- John Jackman: I put all my mind into this poem.” Miss McNees: So I see—it’s blank verse, isn’t it?” ----------- January ’32 --------- Bill Graham: Out west they don’t hang guys with wooden legs.” Bill Hoon: Why?” Bill Graham: Because they hang them with a rope.” ---------- January ’32 ----------- Loraine Reed: What are you laughing at, John?” John Patterson: I just thought of a good joke.” Loraine: There you go, thinking about yourself again.” ---------- January ’32 ----------- Barber (about to comb customer’s hair): Wet or dry, Madam?” She: Never mind my politics; comb my hair.” ---------- January ’32 ----------- John Campbell: How would you ever play hooky from a correspondence school?” Alvin Shakely: I’d send them an empty envelope.” ---------- January ’32 ----------- Miss McNees (in English class): To-morrow we will take the life of Charles Dickens; come prepared.” ---------- January ’32 ----------- Ben Sherman: You are the breath of life to me.” Bits” Oesterling: Hold your breath.” ---------- January ’32 ----------- Did you give your penny to the Sunday School, Beryl?” asked Mrs. Henshaw. No, ma, I lost it.” What! Lost another one? That makes three Sundays straight you’ve lost your penny.” Yes, but if I keep it up I’ll win ’em back. That kid’s luck can’t last forever.” ---------- January ’32 ----------- Miss O’Brien: The Chinese travel in junks. Now can any one tell me what a junk is?” Chester Hindman: Sure, my car!” CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 Miss Critchlow: What are the constituents of quartz?” Clyde Oesterling: Pints.” -------------- January ’32 ------- Saul Silverman: I’ll get square with you.” Loraine Reed: Good! I’m tired of seeing you ’round.” -------------- January ’32 ------- Euphemia Moisakos: My doctor says that sleeping outdoors tends to make one beautiful.” Sylvia Swartz: That explains the charming appearance of tramps.” -------------- January ’32 ------- Kenneth Rodgers: What is wrong with Sara Ray, lately? She’s always walking sideways—like a crab.” Carl Riegal: Why, didn’t you hear? Nick Stuart, when he was in town, told her that she had a beautiful profile.” -------------- January ’32 ------- Erma Bubak: Do you know that Andy Gump has the strongest voice in the world?” Marybel Conabee: How’s that?” Erma: When he says, 'Oh, Min!’ it covers two states.” -------------- January ’32 ------- Rita McAndrew: What did you think of that joke I just told you? I made it all up by myself.” Mary Bray: What?” Are you as old as all that?” -------------- January ’32 ------- Mr. Palmer (in Physics class): Alfred, what is the difference between electricity and lightning?” Happy” Gumpper: We don’t have to pay for lightning.” -------------- January ’32 ------- Sam had just passed the examination in the World War draft. He said to the examiner: Boss, ah’d lak to ast one favor, now that you’s goin’ to put me in the Army.” And what is that?” asked the examiner. Doan put me in the cabalry.” Why what’s wrong with the cavalry?” Boss, when Ah’s been done told to retreat, Ah don’t want to be bothered with no hoss.” -------------- January ’32 ------- Mike Krenytsky: Guess how many pumpkins I have in this bag and I’ll give you both of them.” Shanty Gallagher: Three.” 86 THE SENIOR MAGNET Paul Fishel: You’re a wonderful dancer. Boy, how you can dance. Blah! Blah!! Blah!! Etc.” Frances Rivers: I wish I could say the same of you.” Paul: You could if you could lie like I can.” ---------------- January ’32 ------ 1st Politician: What makes you think that you were defeated by fraud?” 2nd Grafter: I paid for 56 votes in the third precinct and I got a total of 43 there. Our election system is rotten.” ---------------- January ’32 ------ Anees Esper: We’ll be friends to the end.” Ralph Goehring: Send me ten dollars.” Anees: That’s the end.” ---------------- January ’32 ------ Quite matchless are her dark, brown iiiiiii, She talks with perfect eeeeeee; But when I told her she is yyyyyyy, She says I am a ttttttt. ---------------- January ’32 ------ Clyde Oesterling: Love is just a lottery.” Martha Jane Hazlett: I’ll take a chance.” ---------------- January ’32 ------ Customer: Where is the proprietor of this restaurant?” Clerk: He’s gone out to lunch.” ---------------- January ’32 ------ KDKA claims to be the pioneer broadcasting company but woman is older than the radio. ---------------- January ’32 ------ What is your name?” Alex Abndofznepsonlxmn.” How do you spell it?” Just like it is pronounced.” ---------------- January ’32 ------ Secretary: Do you wish to see Abdullah Rajaputra, the great Hindu fortune teller, madam?” Visitor: Yeah, tell him his sister, Sadie, from Newark wants to see ’im.” ---------------- January ’32 ------ Art Geyer: Since I bought a car I don’t have to walk to a bank to| make deposits.” Richard Graham: Ah, you ride?” Art: No, I don’t make any.” CLASS OF JANUARY, 19)2 87 Telegrams of Congratulations From World-wide Eminents CLASS JANUARY, ’32 butler high school I REGRET THAT I CAN NOT CONGRATULATE YOU IN PERSON BUT AM DETAINED BY GOVERNMENT AFFAIRS STOP I HOPE YOU WILL ALL CONSIDER ATTENDING JAIL I MEAN YALE OR ELSE THE STATE PEN PARDON ME AGAIN I MEAN THE PENN STATE AL CAPONE CLASS OF JANUARY, ’32 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL CONGRATULATIONS STOP BELIEVE IT OR NOT ROBERT E. RIPLEY CLASS OF JANUARY, ’32 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL CONGRATULATIONS STOP PLEASE DO NOT HAVE ANY OF YOUR GIRLS SIGN ANY CONTRACTS WITHOUT SEEING ME STOP I AM READY TO GLORIFY EVERY ONE OF YOU FLORENZ ZIEGFIELD CLASS OF JANUARY, ’32 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL CONGRATULATIONS STOP PLEASE DO NOT ENTER CLYDE OESTERLING IN THE PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN STOP HAVE PITY ON A POOR MAN STOP THERE ARE ENOUGH UNEMPLOYED AS IT IS HERBERT HOOVER CLASS OF JANUARY, ’32 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL NICE WORK THERE TEAM STOP I WOULD LIKE TO SEE ALL YOUR HUSKIES DOWN AT THE PITT TRAINING CAMP NEXT YEAR JOCK SUTHERLAND CLASS OF JANUARY, ’32 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL HOLLYWOOD IS WAITING WARNER BROS. THE SENIOR MAGNET Everybody speaks well of me, but no one gives me a chance to work,” sighed the unemployed. Huh, I’ve been in that fix myself for 2,000 years,” remarked the Golden Rule. ----------- January ’32 -------- No Dividends Doctor (inquiring after Mike Krenytzky who has swallowed a half dollar): How is the boy today?” Mother: No change yet.” ----------- January ’32 -------- Some Favorite Songs Sweet and Lovely” (first group report.) It’s the Girl” (that spends the boys’ money!) How Many Times” (have I flunked?) I Don’t Know Why” (the Seniors have to study.) Ho Hum” (the period is over!) Poor Kid” (he flunked again!) ----------- January ’32 -------- A Question of Altitudes The Height of Politeness—A freshman running to the cloakroom to get his hat, so that he may tip it to the senior girls he meets in the hall. The Height of Expectation—Every one in the A Senior class expecting to get a ninety per cent certificate. The Height of Awkwardness—A senior boy falling down and stepping on his wrist watch. The Height of Indifference—A freshman boy taking a senior girl to a junior party at a sophomore’s home and not caring WHO knows it. The Height of Precaution—Keeping final exams in the office. The Height of Generosity—A teacher telling a student to leave the room. ----------- January ’32 -------- Alas! Alas! The Senior cries, I cannot graduate; For what I thought was seventy-five Was only sixty-eight. ----------- January ’32 -------- Mr. Comin: Mike, what was George Washington noted for?” Mike Zgibor: His memory.” Mr. Comin: What makes you say that?” Mike: They erected a monument to it.” CLASS OF JANUARY. 1932 89 c Gawge: Mah wife done throw an oak leaf at me. Sam: Foolishment you mutters. Where at your wife get this oak leaf? Gawge: Right out the center of the dinin room table. --------- January ’32 ----------- Why I Committed Suicide I lost my rosy dreams of life; How could 1 bear to shrink and linger And face a future of despair? I broke my ukelele finger. —Alvin Shakely (Kopied) ---------- January ’32 ------- Ma: Well then, how would you prefer to take the castor oil?’ Beryl Henshaw: With a fork, if you don’t mind.” ---------- January ’32 ------- Teacher: How do coconuts get from one place to the other?” Mid Turner: The monkeys throw them.” ---------- January ’32 ------- A little bit of pep A little bit of sass Put them both together And they make our Senior Class. January ’32 Miss Wertz: John, use horizon in a sentence.” John Schlicht: She set horizon me, and oh! what an impression they January ’32 January 1932 Adaptions S. O. S.—Sort O’ Sad P. D. Q.—Pipe Down Quick I. W. W.—I Won’t Work Y. W. C. A.—Yelling Will Cause Action U. S.—Underestimating Seniors F. O. B.—’Fraid of Boys C. O. D.—Call on Dad R. S. V. P.—Rattle-brains Seek Vacant Periods N. S. F.—Not So Fast O. K.—Overgrown Kids ------------ January ’32 ---------- How is it that young aviation student is all banged up? Oh, he just fell down in one of his recitations. 90 THE SENIOR MAGNET Ruth Rauschenbcrger: Dorothy Schorner docs very realistic work, doesn’t she?” Leslie Dorn: ' Yes, some people say those apples she painted two months ago are now rotten.” ------------ January ’32 --------- Howard Scott to Frances Rivers: Your bangs remind me of my writing. They have the wrong slant.” January ’32 John Wilson: It must be terrible to be popular.” Mary Bray: Yeah. I think I’ll have to get a bodyguard to keep the boys away.” ----------- January ’32 --------- Hawley Snyder: How did you come to fall in the creek?” Howard Scott: I didn’t come to fall in the creek; I came to fish in it.” ----------- January ’32 --------- Freshibus takis examinorum, Copybus testibus from neighborum Teacherus seeibus little cheatorum Makibus freshibus flunkiorum.” (And to think we took Latin). ----------- January ’32 --------- Miss O’Brien: Mary Wade, can you keep quiet?” Mary: Yes, ma’am.” Miss O’Brien: Then, let’s hear you.” ----------- January ’32 --------- Hclga Bischetsrieder: Can you imagine me a nymph?” Grace Behm: I can stretch my imagination.” -------------January ’32 --------- Miss Reed: A certain magazine says that high school graduates arc being turned out who can not speak correctly, spell correctly, nor write correctly.” Senior: I’m glad ther ain’t none of them kind in this here class.” ------------ January ’32 -------- You can always tell a freshman but you can’t tell him much.” ------------ January ’32 -------- Earl Israel: Where’s my hat?” Erma Bubak: On the oven.” Earl: I wonder what ridiculous thing I shall find it on next.” Erma: On your head, dear.” 92 THE SENIOR MAGNET .T U RGEQN MS CARREN QUALITY CLOTHES The RECORD PRINTING CO. FOR Dance Programs Invitations and Menus Booklets and Folders COMMUNITY BUILDING Butler, Penna. New Chevrolet Six The STANDARD MOTOR COMPANY Chevrolet Sales and Service 409-411 S. Main St. The Great American Value” Lewis E. Jack’s Service Station Gasoline Oils and Accessories 104 E. BRADY ST. Rear Rntler lliiiclt Htiildiiie PERMANENT PHOTOGRAPHY Sheffler Studio Butler, Pa. WE WELCOME YOU TO ZUVER STUDIO Mary M. West, Prop. BUTLER, PA. walls, ceilings and curtains do not become soiled nearly as quickly now, say users of dustless coal and coke. You, too, will see o big difference if you use it. There's no dust or dirt to track or permea'e throughout your home. Less cleaning for youl Try our dustless fuel — made dustless with Koltreat Calcium Chloride. BUTLER MINE DUSTLESS COAL Truck delivery anywhere in Butler County Coal Operators Sales Co. Dial 3763 THESE ADVERTISERS SHOW THEIR INTEREST IN BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 93 The New Year . . . will be for you just what you are willing to make it. Indifference to duties now will breed indifference and failure in later years. Resolve that you will improve each opportunity now and success will attend your efforts. Butler Savings Trust Co. IN RETURN LET'S PATRONIZE THEM AND SHOW OUR APPRECIATION 94 THE SENIOR MAGNET -- ' McDonald gas oil go. Corner Brady and Franklin Streets PROMPT and COURTEOUS SERVICE Gas Oil Tires TIRE REPAIRING GREASING OIL CHANGING New Location ! BRIGHTEN UP We have again been selected as YOUR FURNITURE one of the WITH Official Inspection Stations C. H.Gilkey SOEZY 237 WEST JEFFERSON ST. Formerly Wheeler’s Hudson-Essex Sta. 3-HOUR ENAMEL Auto Repairing FOR SALE BY Oiling and Greasing Crank Case Transmission Standard Paint and Glass Co. Differential Service Watson Standard Products Marvel Carburetor Service 120 East Jefferson St. PHONE 23880 Phone 46880 NIXON HOTEL BUTLER, PA. these advertisers show their interest in butler high school CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 95 Pan-American Life Insurance Co NEW ORLEANS, U. S. A. A. H. HIMCHAK, Special Agent P. O. Box 596 Dial 45021 Butler, Penna. THERE ARE MANY REASONS why you should carry Life Insurance. They are Fundamental. They apply to everyone. Take out insurance now— 1— To protect your family. 2— To provide for old age. 3— To assure an income for beneficiaries. 4— To serve as security for a loan. 5— To pay off a mortgage. 6— To pay inheritance taxes. 7— To provide a personal income after a certain age. 8— To protect partnerships, etc. 9— To provide a fund for your children’s education. 10—To provide an income in case of total disability. To the Qraduating Class of January, 1932 We wish to congratulate you and thank you for your co-operation with us in the photographing of your class pictures. We Aim To Please You — One and All. Fetterhoff Studio 110 S. Main St. , Butler, Pa. IN RETURN LET’S PATRONIZE THEM AND SHOW OUR APPRECIATION 96 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 Suede Coats SPECIAL BOYS’ MEN’S $4.95 $6.95 Various Other Models At $7.95 $8.95 $11.95 SPALDING ICE SKATE and SHOE COMBINATIONS $6.50 JIM LYON’S 120 E. Cunningham St. THESE. ADVERTISERS SHOW THEIR INTEREST IN BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL The MAGNET was Printed, and Bound hy the Record Printing Company Sutton Gasoline Company Tydol Gasoline - - - Veedol Motor Oils IN RETURN LET’S PATRONIZE THEM AND SHOW OUR APPRECIATION the senior magnet OFFICE SUPPLIES Wood and Steel Office Equipment Everything For The Office” THE OFFICE SUPPLY CO. 112 W. Jefferson St. Dial: 28311 Stationery Desk Sets Fountain Pens Portraits that Please F. TORQIATO, Manager 142 South Main Street BUTLER, PA. SCHOERNER’S PASTRY SHOP High Class BAKERY PRODUCTS Kirkpatrick Bros. FIRST QUALITY ALWAYS LAST WORD IN STYLE BEST PLACE TO BUY DIAL 36480 CLOTHING and SPORTING GOODS 119 East Jeffei son Street 134 S. Main St. Buller, Pa. Butler Vulcanizing ISRAEL'S Company $22.50 Clothes “THE MILLER BOYS” GREATER U. S. TIRES VALUES 111 Mercer Street Butler, Pa. 142 S. Main St. Butler, Pa. THESE ADVERTISERS SHOW THEIR INTEREST IN BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 . 4- Harvey Carey,Inc. 112 S. Main St. — Butler THY OCR SPECIAL LUNCHEONS ONLY 25c Also Those Delirious INNER - TOAST SANDWICHES IN BUTLER IT’S PAINTER’S RESTAURANT SPECIAL 40 - CENT LUNCH Served Daily George W. Hazlett Insurance Real Estate 509 Rutler County National Rank BUTLER, PA. Two Good Places To Save: BANK NAST’S '16““.“’2151 The NAST Co. “For Satisfactory Service” BUTLER, PA. LEITH’S FLOWER SHOP BONDED MEMBER OF F. T. D. Flowers Telegraphed Anywhere Edward R. Turner INSURANCE 701 Butler Savings Trust Bldg. BUTLER, PA. G. c. Hutchinson Dry Cleaning Co. 331 N EG LEY AYE. Hundreds of Satisfied Customers! RAISLEY WHITESIDE Arlington Building 220 SOUTH MAIN STREET Norge Refrigerator Easy Washer and Ironers IN RKTURN LET'S PATRONIZE THEM AND SHOW OUR APPRECIATION 100 THE SENIOR MAGNET EAT at Headland’s Lunch 515 West Cunningham Street OPEN DAY AND NIGHT CENTRAL PARKING 125-129 East .Jefferson Street BUTLER’S HOME OF GOODYEAR TIRES, TUBES and ACCESSORIES ATLANTIC GAS and OILS Atlantic Credit Cards Honored. Equipped for Complete Automobile Service. PHONE: 31390 IUITLER, PA. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE IN BREAD EAT DIEHLS BREAD AND TASTE THE DIFFERENCE! THESE ADVERTISERS SHOW THEIR INTEREST IN HUTI.ER HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 101 GROHMAN’S DRUG STORK PRESCRIPTION DRUGGISTS YOU’LL ENJOY THOMPSON’S Ice Cream Y E S SAN IT ARY S “We Have Your Kind” Cor. North Main North Sts. Dbi 44511 CAMPBELL’S GOOD FURNITURE Klingler’s Mills Incorporate WHOLESALE FLOUR FEED GROCERIES ALWAYS— Ira McJunkin Geo. A. Mitchell The Most Fashionable Styles L. S. McJunkin Company BICKEL’S SHOE STORE BUTLER, PA. INSURANCE 118 East Jefferson St. BUTLER, PA. IN RETURN LETS PATRONIZE THEM AND SHOW OUR APPRECIATION 102 the senior magnet The South Side National Bank Service With Courtesy Congratulations to the Qraduates We are Graduates in Pharmacy and qualified to fill physician’s prescriptions and conduct a registered pharmacy. Drugs Patent Medicines Sickroom Supplies Kodaks Lending Library Candy WEST ENI) DRUG STORE 526 West Cunningham Street BUTLER, PA. P. J. OESTERLING SON, INC. BUTLER, PA. FLOUR, FEED, and GRAIN SUNSIDE AND PURINA FEEDS BOOSTERS FOR A HIGH SCHOOL, BAND” LARKIN COMPANY MANUFACTURERS OF PACKERS and SAND PUMPS DRILLING and FISHING TOOLS BUTLER, PA. THESE ADVERTISERS SHOW THEIR INTEREST IN BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 103 Our 1932 Christmas Club! □ Decide the weekly amount you wish to save, start your club at once, and you will be one of the happy people whom Christmas, 1932, will find prepared. Save for gifts as well as next winter’s necessities —Fuel, Taxes, Clothing, Insurance, Etc. n Cljr Hutlrr County •National Hank Crust Co. The Big Bank by the Court House IN RETURN LET'S PATRONIZE THEM AND SHOW OUR APPRECIATION 104 THE SENIOR MAGNET CALL THE BUTLER STEAM LAUNDRY and DRY CLEANING PLANTS Our Motto: Quality and Service” SUITS SPONGED AND PRESSED, 50c Dial 29600 217% Y. Cunningham St. Butler, Pa. Come in and see for yourself — just how much Clothing Value and Style our great American Dollar will buy. SAM COHN COMPANY 108 South Main Street Constantly a Better Store “The Home of True Values and Courteous Treatment” Wouldn’t you like to arrange your affairs so that the mail that brings the monthly bills will bring the check to pay them? Ask about the Northwestern Thrift Policy. WATSON FERGUSON DISTRICT AGENTS 601-2-3 Savings Bank Bldg. Butler, Penna. THESE ADVERTISERS SHOW THEIR INTEREST IN BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 105 Thrifty Shoppers are Making Offutt’s Their Headquarters More people are finding it profitable to shop OFFUTT’S first, because they have found by experience that they can always do better here. Reliable, dependable merchandise at the lowest price consistent with good quality. OFFUTT’S BJJTLER, PENN A. You Lose Money in a Price Bait Store!!! Ridiculous!” you say. Look at their advertisements. Standard articles at half price. Of course I save.” But you really lose. Every standard article they sell at half price, means a loss. They have to make it up on something else. Or perhaps they use the bait-prices as a lure to get you into the store, and then urge you to accept cheap imitations of the standard articles you want. Either way, you lose ! Trade At a Dependable Drug Store — You’11 Get What You Ask For Standard Drug Store 304 NORTH MAIN STREET IN RETURN LET’S PATRONIZE THEM AND SHOW OUR APPRECIATION 10 THE SENIOR MAGNET HARRISON M. FINES COMPLETE INSURANCE SERVICE 210 Itutler County National Hank Ittiililing Willard -SEES For Greater Service and Satisfaction from Any Make of Battery Use Willard Service Regularly KENNEDY and EVANS 121 West North St. BUTLER PA. SERI ANNA’S School of Music HEADQUARTERS OF SERIANNI’S BAND Instructions on all Musical Instruments. The Trumpet taught with non - pressure system. 229 S. Main St. BUTLER, PA. Telephone 41021 PERMANENT WAVES (Thp duality -Xiuili A COMPLETE BEAUTY PARLOR SERVICE ETHEL L. ALBERT 140 North Main Street Proprietress Dial: 23004 THESK ADVERTISERS SHOW THEIR INTEREST IN BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 107 A Cheerful Christmas is worth almost any sacrifice, but you can make sure of it without self-denial or inconvenience by joining UNION TRUST COMPANY’S CHRISTMAS CLUB FOR 1932 _______ NOW OPEN _________ Easy weekly payments of sums so small you will never miss them will bring you an ample Christmas fund next December and probably leave you with a surplus for New Year obligations. The Christmas Club is a regular service of Union Trust Company—your deposits are safeguarded by the same conservative management which is making loyal friends for this institution throughout the Butler section. — Union —J Trust Company OF BUTLER fonservatively Qflanaged C conveniently located at MAIN and J EFFERSON 108 THE SENIOR MAGNET The Qift She Will Cherish . . . BflGueTTe 50 For that gift of gifts you will find nothing more expressive of kindly sentiment than a BULOVA BAGUETTE, Wrist Watch — a magnificent creation that will be a lasting and constant reminder of your affection. R. E. Kirkpatrick JEWELER Next to Court House TROUTMAN’S McCALL PATTERNS Are Now Sold In Our Pattern Section. The MAIN Drug Stores butler FRESH DRUGS hittanning Home-Made Ice Cream — Home-Made Candies ______________ITS DIFFERENT!____________ VALENTINE HEARTS and FANCY BOXES For VALENTINE DAY Cummings Confectionery 146 N. MAIN ST. DIAL: 28632 THESE ADVERTISERS SHOW THEIR INTEREST IN BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 109 Second Semester Begins Monday, Feb. 16, 1932 1932 will be a year of keen competition for positions. Employers can get young people with specialized training to do their work. They will take nothing less. If you plan to go to college, or to enter a profession, business training will equip you with the ability to excel. Practical, intensive courses concentrating on business subjects only. Placement Department at the service of all graduates without charge. Begin February 16, with a new group of ambitious young people. The Butler Business College 313-315 South Main Street Butler, Pa. Green Young EAT Fleischman’s Yeast Men’s and Boys’ FOR CLOTHING and Good Health FURNISHINGS Agent, William Reese BUTLER, PA. Salesman, Paul Boyer The Butler Florist CHAS. A. BORTMAS FLOWERS FOR ALL OCCASIONS 143 EAST JEFFERSON STREET Telephone 42401 Butler, Penna. L. . IN RETURN LET'S PATRONIZE THEM AND SHOW OUR APPRECIATION no THE SENIOR MAGNET Style—But Not Style Alone Expert Fitting Service “VOGUE” SHOES J. K. SHOES KETTERER’S “AHEAD AT THE FOOT” 224 South Main St. 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! FISHER’S TRY OCR Good Home Cooked Meals for CLEANING WORKS 50c DIAL 431(10 ROCKENSTEIN’S RESTAURANT “37 Years in Butler” WE SERVE FULL MEALS From 7 a. m. to 11 p. m. every day 227 S. Main St., Butler, Pa. GENERAL ELECTRIC ALL-STEEL REFRIGERATOR G. E.” Household Appliances BellRefrigeratorCo. RADIOS and HOME LAUNDRY EQUIPMENT SUN LAMPS SWEEPERS FANS 133 East Jefferson St. DIAL 44620 “Opposite Butler Theatre” THE INN CONFECTIONERY Sodas ■ Cigars - Confections NEWSPAPERS “Service With a Smile” MAGAZINES Corner Brady and Franklin Sts. — Butler, Penna. THESB ADVERTISERS SHOW THEIR INTEREST IN BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL 1 CLASS OF JANUARY, 1932 111 at — :_ - - ---■-!'- . — . -Jg� The Peoples Telephone Corporation Having been for Thirty-eight Years A COMMUNITY ENTERPRISE HAS CAUSED: 1. Many additional thousands of dollars to be spent in this community each year, in wages—in dividends—in general expenditures locally. 2. The most modern telephone service to be furnished many years before communities of like size have enjoyed these improvements. To the Qractuating Class of January, 1932 Qractings! May your success be the reward of work well . I. M. Jaffe BUTLER, PA. - IN RETURN LET’S PATRONIZE THEM AND SHOW OUR APPRECIATION THE SENIOR MAGNET cAutographs § RECOUP PKINTTNC. COM PAN .o niTTIiKK