Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1934 volume:

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SENHMR HIGH SCHOOL SENIDR MAGNET In the beginning was the Word The Book, Thought, Mind, Creating Power To her who Led us to the Sinai of the Book To the sacred courts of the Temple of Literature To the Holy of Holies of Spirit and Truth To the abiding Presence of the Eternal Word To our School Librarian, upstanding in Leadership, firm in authority, helpful in need, sympathetic in discouragement, faithful in all things To Miss Georgia Mechling This volume of the Magnet is affectionately dedicated by the Class of January, 1934. — SENIOR MAGNET SENIOR MAGNET FACULTY Roy W. Wiley, Principal J. T. Hogg, Ella Purvis Mary McNees Martha U. Orr Lucille Critchlow M. Eleanor Hervey Elizabeth Hepler J. B. Storey Gertrude Reed W. B. Herron Mary Jamison George Bernlohr Ellis W. Love Esther M. Mapes J. W. McDowell Dorothy Doerr Dorothy M. Wise H. Vernon Comin Ruth E. Helm Jeannette McKee F. C. Stevenson Jean A. Bell Nelson P. Palmer Alice E. Douthett W. Herbert Beattie Elizabeth R. Campbell Clara E. Bartley Regis L. Heinzer George C. Atwell Chandler B. McMillan Jane Harper Allene D. Montgomery Assistant Principal Frank M. Ellis Ralph A. Nicholas Joseph E. Robison Catherine V. Miller Ruth Mays Commercial— Mary A. Wigton Anna H. Brier Edna G. Riggle Helen L. Rankin Mattie M. Powell Dorothy I. Wertz Florence C. Watson Catherine R. Campbell Caroline Barthelmeh Richard C. Martin Home Economics— Gertrude A. Seibert Frances E. Gerber Manual Arts— Mont R. Frederick Knowles G. Eldridge M. Lawrence Hammer Physical Education— John E. Mixer Virginia Varnum Librarian— Georgia Mechling Music— Geo. Bob Wick Joseph E. Scohier SENIDR MAGNET SENIOR MAGNET STAFF Editor-in-Chief . Business Manager. George Mitchell Art Editors j Roberta Brown ( Lewis Hays Betty Campbell Naomi Horewitz Idelette Donaldson Mike Josephs Lucille Fleischer Tom Kresge Robert Seyer Lucille Oswald Lawrence Goodman Don Sherman Rosemary Honenberger Lettie Taylor Typists | Marian Shields | Dorothy Starr Faculty Advisor Literary Advisors . (Miss Bartley Miss Campbell (Miss Montgomery Page ten SENIOR MAGNET g REGINA VICTORIA AARON Gina” rr£ Her clever fingers make snappy clothes; She’s neat from her fingertips to her toes. HYMAN THEODORE ABES Hymie” That many a teacher will sigh with relief When Hymie has finished is our belief. RICHARD E. BALLENTINE Dick” The president of this wonderful class, Dick gives heart-failure to many a lass. ARTHUR A. BARON Archie” Laughing, popular, the life of the party, This describes our little Archie”. WILLIAM JOHN BIEHL, Jr. Bill” This boy who sings with all his might Is Mr. Wick’s, and our delight. WILLIAM STEIN BOYD Bill” An intelligent fellow and our best sport; And arc we envious of his report? MARY ELIZABETH BROMAN Broman” Everyone knows our most popular gal; But boys, look out, or you’ll answer to Pal”. ALICE JANET BROWN A. B.” A. B. goes strong for a certain Earl Pyle; To see little Alice, he’d walk a mile. ETHEL ROBERTA BROWN Bobby” Pictures here, pictures there, Pictures, pictures everywhere,—that’s our Bobby”. CECIL FOREST BURTNER Burt” On roller skates he’s right at home— Give him a highway, and let him roam. Page twelve SENIOR MAGNET MARGARET ELIZABETH CAMPBELL Betty” Her winning smile and golden hair. Make our Betty a maiden fair. CATHERINE DOROTHY CLEMENS Kitty” She secretly admires many a boy; To be an actress would give her joy. WILLIAM STANLEY COCHRAN Bll” As a speaker he's no great whiz, But can he drive that car of his! ROY W. COFFMAN Roy” Respectful, earnest, quiet, and all. But nevertheless he goes in for football. ELIZABETH E. COOK Cookie” A cook” by name but not by nature; Getting a meal is to her a dull pleasure. ANNA MARIE COYLE Sis” A friendly person with never a care; A good disposition despite her red hair. ELEANOR CAROLINE CRISPIN Ellie” A nurse’s uniform soon I’ll don, John Anderson my jo, Jchn.” CLARENCE W. CROLL Pinky” Betty’s hair is, oh, so red, And does he like her iginger bread ! JOHN ROBERT CROW Johnny” He rides around with Mr. Hogg, Yet in study periods he sleeps like a log. HELEN DOROTHY CUNNINGHAM Helen” She’s not as bashful as she seems; Of tennis, fiddles, and boys she dreams. Page thirteen SENIOR MAGNET HALBERT THOMPSON CUPPS Halbert” Halbert is a singer fine; In opera he will some day shine. CATHERINE BARBARA DAUBICK Kate” Her hobby—reading; her best friend—Ellie; Her favorite food—oh, bread and jelly! LUCILLE J. DeFOGGI Lou She’s had John on her mind for nearly four years. But still her grades never were in arrears. ANTHONY J. DeRITA Tony” When Old Man Depression came his way. He told him jokes and drove him away. G. HERMAN DIEHL ’Bud” No other girls are in the swim When Bud starts raving ’bout his Mim. IDELETTE MAY DONALDSON Idy” Never idle in spite of her name; As a scholar and author she’s bound to win fame. HOWARD J. DOWNING Tip We’ll never find a truer friend; His shyness perhaps the years will mend. VIRGINIA CHRISTINA DUMBAUGH I G nitty Ginny’s a sport, a friend, and a pal; 49 out of 50 say, She’s some gal!” WALTER C. FEDIACZKO Walt” He brings an added elevation, To our class’ reputation. HELEN LUCILLE FLEISCHER Lucy” Small, petite, and very wise; Thoughts of Sandy Lake often cause sighs! Page fourteen SENIGR MAGNET CHARLES ALLEN FREDERICK Chuck If all a-flurry he seems to be, You’ll know it’s Betty he’s going to see. JOHN GALSON John” A heap o’ worries? He has none— Just a carefree person out for fun. RHEA G. GERBER Rhea” Been eating in restaurants till she hates their look; Won’t wed Vic unless he learns to cook. ROBERT B. GEYER 'Bob' As a sailor he can’t be beat. When he’s paradin’ on the street. CHARLES ALBERT GLOVER Chuck” Tall and lean, and ready for fun. But never until his work is done. HAZEL GLUCKMAN Red A flaming red head you’ll behold, With a personality richer than gold. LAWRENCE IRVING GOODMAN Larry” When Larry really gets truly fond— Yes, you guessed it, it’s always a blonde. GLORIA ROSE HARKOWITZ Harky” We have a Rose among thorns you see, And she wears a pin marked C. M. T. C. RICHARD ALLEN HARRISON Dick” Our best looking chap. He likes football, too. He’s a jolly good fellow through and through. LEWIS WILLIAM HAYS Loui” A famous artist this boy will be; If you don’t believe it, just wait and see. Page fifteen SENIDR MAGNET EVELYN M. HEGINBOTHAM Ev” Oh, we’ve looked east and we’ve looked west. But it’s this girl’s dancing that we like best. WALTER ALFRED HOLLEFREUND Walt Nice wavy hair; swimming’s his hobby; At playing a fiddle he too is quite knobby. ROSEMARY HONENBERGER Rote” Though very talkative she may be, Yet what would we do without Rosemary? JAMES E. HORAN Jimmie” We see him running here and there. And what a man to cut the air! VELMA IRENE HUMMEL Babe Silence is golden’’ according to Babe, But we made her admit she rather likes Abe”. STEPHEN HUSAR Steve” Stevie has the girls a-flutter; Their stony hearts he melts like butter. EVELYN JUNE HUSELTON June” h - t Brown hair, blue eyes, and cheeks of pink; Loves swimming and pie—good choice, we think. ROBERT STIRLING IRWIN Bob” As an athlete he should make his mark; At tennis he is quite a shark. Page sixteen NAOMI HOREWITZ Nomic” A beautiful girl with a winning smile; In poise and charm she sets the style. Naomi certainly loves to talk. And have you seen her do the duck walk”? '6o OROTHY JAYNE HULTON 'Dor SENIDR MAGNET MARIE ELIZABETH JENKINS fjAAoi,0 Rcj„ CA iP e',-L' Marie likes Bing Crosby—she thinks he’s just swell; And the latest in fashion she always can tell. DOROTHY JEAN JOHNSTON Do ” Giggles, brown eyes, and can she make candy? To dance and play tennis suits her just dandy. HERBERT A. J. JONES Herb” A quiet fellow, yet very jolly. With cheeks as pink as Christmas holly. MIKE B. JOSEPHS Moose” The iron man of our line; With Virginia he doth shine. REYNOLD A. KECK Rennie” A combination of wit and brains; In all he attempts, success he gains. MARY ELIZABETH KEEFER Keefer” Keefer’s an awfully first-rate pal; A fun-loving, kind-hearted sort of gal. JOSEPHINE HAYS KELLEN fa” A real friend, she’s staunch and true; We know that Jo” is all true-blue. RUTH F. KEMPER Ruth” Will this girl ever quit teasing us? Or stop shouting around and causing a fuss? MIKE KOTRYES Mike” Our Mike plays football in the fall; In winter he shines in basketball. THOMAS BUTLER KRESGE Stoolie” It must be love that makes him leave For Kittanning every Wednesday eve. Page seventeen SENIOR MAGNET JOSEPH ANTHONY KRUL Flash” Hard-hearted guy who for no girl falls; Doesn’t even come when the teacher calls. PAUL V. LAUGHNER Paul” He blushes when he’s spoken to By any female, no matter who. SARA BERTHA LEVIN Shag” A lover of driving is Sarah Levin, Whether auto or kiddy-car remains to be seen. A. RAYMOND LEWIS Ray” Ray had trouble keeping his gum; When he’s around he makes things hum. ROBERT MOORE LEWIS Bob” As a ladies’ man he’s hard to beat; To his rivals he always spells defeat. BETTY JANE LITTLE Betty” Dancing is a beautiful art, And Betty does it with all her heart. AGNES KATHLEEN LITTLE Though Kate seems quiet with little to say. Her Ralph drives miles to see her each day. MARGARET LOBUONO Our class voted her our best athlete; We all think Peg is very sweet. WILDA VIRGINIA LOGAN Willy Here’s a pal whom we’ll always know; Such deeds of friendship, we all should sow. RICHARD C. MATLACK Dick” Women, women, heh! heh! Sorgen, Offutt, and Nancy May. Page eighteen SENIDR MAGNET MITCHEAL F. MATZKO Mike” We’re very sorry to see him go, Because we think him a regular fellow. JANE ELIZABETH MAY Jane” Industrious, loyal, faithful, and kind— A better friend you’ll never find. ? 11 1 v Mpl V v ' BERTHA MARIE McANALLEN Bertha” This girl, who’d rather dance than eat Thinks some Jimmy is plenty sweet. CLAUDE ROBERT McCALL Bobbie” His good disposition and pleasant smiles, Will carry him through many long, hard miles. VIRGINIA PEARL McCORIvJICK Ginny” 4 + Luscious brown eyes and lovely black hair; Where we find Ginny, Dick’s sure to be there. hiram McDonald Hi” Hiram McDonald with his sandy hair,— He’s a braw Scotch laddie with a wit sae rare. ELIZABETH IRENE McGARY Irene” Shy end neat, She’s always sweet. MARY JANE MclNTOSH Sandy” Mary Jane, with her happy-go-lucky air. Has a personality, fair and square. JAMES ACKLEY McPHERSON Jimmy” A good natured Scotchman with twinkling black eyes; Mother mture was Scotch, too,—just look at his size! MARY KATHRYN MILLER Taa” A comely lass, with long black hair; The boys all look when Taa is there! Page nineteen SENIDR MAGNET GEORGE ADDIS MITCHELL George” all know George is not a crook; runs the finances of this book. JAMES WILLIAMS MOORE Squeak Hilarity may have held our Squeak back. But still he is never at the end of the pack. ROBERT WILLIAMS MOORE Bob An honest good sport with freckles to spare; He loves to talk and has never a care. EUGENE DAVID MORGAN Gene Teasing, carefree, and not very tall— Here’s the boy who likes them all. ROBERT EMMETT MURPHY Bob He didn’t get into many games, But he’s our hero just the same. BRUNA ELIZABETH NINI Bruna Everyone’s friend wherever she goes, ’Cause she’s always alert and right on her toes. MARIAN ELIZABETH O’BRIEN Tubby Of the fighting Irish” we often hear. But it’s all a joke when Marian’s near. ALVIN J. O'DONNELL Al His wit is keen; his humor great— We wonder what will be his fate. RAYMOND T. OESTERLING Ray A likeable boy, with curly blond hair; So quiet you’d hardly know he was there. MAXINE CHARLOTTE OLSON Max” Maxine’s aim is always to please, And she surely can do it on the piano keys. Page twenty SENIDR MAGNET HELEN LOUISE PRITNER Honey If it’s sweet and bashful” you have in mind, We’re sure our Honey” is just your kind. KENNETH J. RENNICK I I A brave blond warrior, slew an enemy host. But quails at spelling Schreckengost”. GILBERT G. RIEGER Gib This young lad is rather shy. But he’ll get a sweetheart by and by. Page twenty-one DOROTHY LUCILLE OSWALD Sax What would she do without good old Bill? He hauls her sax around at will. MARCELLA ZOE OVERHEIM Marcy The one ambition for our Marcella Is to marry some great big handsome fellow. RAYMOND WILBER PACOE Ray There was never a boy so calm and serer-He’s often seen with gentle Irene. GERALDINE INA PATTERSON Gerry” Our little friend with curly hair Helps everyone, and doesn’t care. ROBERT WILLARD PLYLER Bob Bob may have most of our conceit, But as a pal he’s hard to beat. MITCHELL S. PONIKISKI Mitch” Down in the murk of the line you’ll see, A quiet star—our Ponikiski. MARTHA ELIZABETH RAYBUCK Marty When Martha dances at the Stein, She wins a cake on which to dine. SENIOR MAGNET s ARTHUR ELLIOTT ROBB Roll” On his horn he loves to toot, But for the girls he ne’er gives a hoot. STEVE C. ROCK Doc A quiet, little unassuming fellow; But does he like to go out with Stella? SAMUEL FRED ROSS Sam” A cute little chap and does he work hard? He’s Tony’s friend—a right good pard. LOUISE M. RUSSELL Easy” Voted the very best sport in our class. We think Louise is a wonderful lass. JOHN CONRAD SARVER Jack” He wakes all the neighbors on Institute Hill, With his soulful quartet in the moonlight so still. FILOMENA GRACE SASSONE Fil” Here’s a girl that’s very charming; What she does to the boys is quite alarming. EDWARD LUCION SCARPITTE Eddie Noiseless—quiet as can be; JStill not too quiet for you and me. EDGAR SCHRECKENGOST ... ... £ ” Although his name is hard to spell. The girls all know it very well. WILLIAM EARL SHAFFER Shag Bill’s a whiz at dancing and track; We wonder where he got his knack. MARIAN GALENE SHIELDS Marian” To this lovely maiden with bright, dancing eyes, A letter each week from New Brighton arrives. Page twenty-two ■■ — SENIDR DONALD DICKEY SHERMAN Don” Ten years from now, (dare we tattle?). Don’ll still make passes—with baby’s rattle! SAYRE LINFORD SHULTERS Say” We often wonder if his mother Can tell our Sayre from his twin brother. GRACE ELEANOR SHUTTLEWORTh Shutts” Our Gracie’s sweet and dear and fair; She makes us all just sit and stare. NATALIE SILVERMAN Neddy” Quiet and refined, yet lots of fun; Cheerful and friendly, her work’s well done. LEROY WESTON SLUPE Roy” Everyone stops to look at LeRoy; He is our class’ most dignified boy. RALPH LEROY SMITH Smitty” A quiet boy, but he has brains; When he’s in business he’ll make gains. WILLIAM KELLAR SMITH Bill You never hear this young man growl; Many smiles he has, but never a scowl. JOHN FREDRICK SNYDER Fred” A charming young fellow with curly brown hair; To him belongs a personality rare. Dfr, MICHAEL CARMEN SPINA Mike” A happy lad and the best of sports; We’ll never find him out of sorts. WENDELL BLISS STAMM Fat” Tall, good-looking, popular, clever; He and Lettie are sweethearts forever.” Page twenty-three MAGNET SENIDR MAGNET iy DOROTHY M. STARR Dot” Starr in name and star in deed; In her class she will always lead. JOHN RAYMOND STEWART Ray” It must be nice to be so tall. But he has an awful long way to fall. HELEN CECILIA STOKES Stogie” Helen certainly needed pity. When Butler Hi beat Ell wood City. EVELYNE V. STOVER . . Stover” ' «+++ - Cheerful and smiling the whol day through, She’s a friend to everyone, me and you. GRACE MARJORIE SUTTON Grass” Jolly and friendly—that’s our Grace; Always rushing from place to place. MARGUERITE CATHERINE SYBERT Our little Peg, though very small, Causes lots of excitement in the hall. LETTIE BELLE TAYLOR Speed” She’s versatile in many ways; She sure keeps Wendell in a daze. JOHN BRUCE THOMPSON Jack” One of the wittiest boys in the class; His popularity will always last. MARTHA BERNICE THOMPSON Marty” She wants to be a missionary ’cross the sea; No matter what she does, her boy friend will agree. AARON OVID THOMPSON Ovy” • Is his old Ford smoking? Does it smell like tar? Oh no, dear friends; that’s his black cigar. Page twenty-four SENIGR MAGNET RICHARD WILLIAM WARNICK Dick” If you want an orchestra with lots of zest. Just ask our Dick, he knows the best. OMAR DEAN WASSON Shirk” His tongue is always on the go; He plays in the band as we all know. VIRGINIA MAE WEIGLE Ginny” Her stationery bills are enormous, it seems; Writing to Arthur takes reams and reams. PAUL LAVERNE WICK Paul” Small, bright, and serious is he, But just as bashful as he can be. ROBERT PORTMAN WILKIN Bob” He will be remembered early and late, As a right good friend, our old schoolmate. GILBERT LYLE WILSON Gib” Of the strong silent type who get ahead; His marks never come to him in red. WILLIAM L. WILSON Bill” Here is a puzzle that sets our heads swimmin’; Does Bill like his Austin more than his women? JOHN HENRY ZAMBROSKI John” At noon our John is always late; He must be very fond of his plate. BRUNO FRANK ZOTTER Bruno” To argue with this boy you hadn’t orter; A shark in civics is Bruno Zotter. f Page twenty-five SENIOR MAGNET (Answers to these Puzzles uill be found on Page 88) Page twenty-six SEN I □ R MAGNET A Portrait of Young Womanhood Louise Russell As I stood before o large blue canvas, wondering what my art story for the Tuesday paper would be, I noticed an elderly man stoopi ig to pick up a glove which he had dropped. There was something arresting about him, not a commanding forceful air, but rather an appealing romantic something. It was just such figures that helped me earn my bread and butter. For six years I had been the art editor's assistant, but my job was the human interest side of art. Mary, my wife, said that the only practical thing about me was that I had discovered that I could be paid for having a romantically active imagination. With my mind on a story, I watched the man. He seemed easily at home in the art gallery, although he did not look in the least familiar. I had been spending the greater part of my time in the exhibits throughout the city for a few years watching for such figures as this. I felt fairly sure I had not seen him before. He was annoyingly ageless. He might have been forty, and again he seemed close to sixty. His hair was thin and a nondescript brown. He squinted at the pictures, stretching his head forward on his neck. He was very smooth shaven, the color from a biting December wind not yet having left his face. His clothes were expensively unnoticeable. I caught an air of cosmopolitanism about the man as he walked easily from canvas to canvas. He was unhurried but strangely determined. He approached an attendant who was standing at the entrance of another room. I did not hear the soft question which he asked. The attendant gave the information with a bored but courteous air. I followed the gentleman as he walked unhurried to an upper room. He walked through two rooms as if he were quite sure now where he was going.. He did not seem even slightly interested in the walls lined with pictures from all over the world. He entered the English exhibit, squinted his eyes, and walked to a picture on the opposite side of the room. It was not in a particularly outstanding position, but I was familiar with the portrait. Now I was sure of my story for Tuesday. The particular picture was one that interested me extremely. From the opening of the exhibit it had attracted me. I had spent hours in front of the portrait of a handsome girl. It had taken me a half dozen trips to the Page twenty-eight ■ SENIOR MAGNET exhibit to decide whether it was the young woman of the portrait or the manner in which the artist had approached his subject that fascinated me. The subject was a young woman in her middle twenties. She was not so beautiful as extremely handsome. She had a full, round face, with a beautiful throat, perhaps with the fullness of a singer's throat. Her black hair v as drawn back simply from an extremely broad and intelligent forehead. Her eyes had the warmth and intensity that one associates with southern countries. I was delighted with her generous and sensitive mouth. She had the same baffling smile with the sadness and hurt that has charmed thousands in the Mona Lisa. Her dress seemed to be medieval. The artist had given much time to the details of her dress, each little button being clearly and carefully done. I had been interested from the beginning of the exhibit in this beautiful woman. The puzzle of her beauty had become an obession with me. I never left without a farewell few minutes with her. She had completely won my imagination. I had looked up all the possible information about the picture. It was privately owned by an Englishman who had bought it from an supposedly impoverished American family. The artist was an Englishman by the name of Colton. The portrait was not for sale. In my column one day I had used the young woman as my subject. I had been careful to keep my discussion technical, afraid that in my extreme admiration for the young woman I might forget that it was the arist who deserved the credit. The gentleman stood quietly, looking intently at the picture. After standing before it for a long time, he walked back to a bench in the middle of the room, where he sat down. He was unaware of the other people in the room, among whom there were two collectors with whom I was acquainted, a party of what could have been nothing but school teachers, two giggly girls about twelve, and an elderly woman who walked with difficulty with a cane. He seemed lost in the picture at which he kept squinting. I left him in the same place when I had to go to meet Mr. Litovitch who, with me, was arranging for an exhibit of etchings. It was at least two weeks later, in the midst of the holidays that I got a letter. I had been in bed for a few days with a bad throat, so the letter had been lying idle for at least a couple of days. I had written a very appealing story about the gentleman and the beautiful portrait in my Tuesday column, Gallivanting in the Galleries. The letter was a simple one, on stationery from an East End hotel. It merely said that if I were interested in the real story I should call Mr. Farr at the given number before seven o'clock on the evening of the next day. Page twenty-nine SEN I □ R MAGNET The next day I met Mr. Farr. He was my gentleman of the exhibit. He had a quiet charm about him that won me at once. He listened intently, leaning forward in his chair and squinting at me, as I told him how my work was entirely original with me, how long I had been doing it, how I loved it. Before long we were discussing—or, rather, I was—various personalities, little scandals, and bigger tragedies of the art world. I told him about seeing him at the exhibit. He was interested and amused. Finally I realized I was monopolizing the situation. After all I had come to get information—not to give it. So you admire Margaret?’’ Margaret? The girl in the picture. The next two hours went quickly. We talked through the dinner hour. Now that the portrait has been returned to its owner in England to be hung away for long years, and Mr. Farr has been dead for three, I feel quite safe in telling one of the most interesting stories I have ever heard. Having been urged to go into law by a father who did not understand that sensitive natures crop out even in families of lawyers, Bruce Farr had followed the profession in a quiet way, interested more in his collecting. Before he had taken his place in the firm he had been given a year abroad to get +he art foolishness over and done with. He had been accompanied by a cousin, a young man a few years older than Bruce. They had tramped over Europe enjoying every minute of it, filling themselves with ideas and memories to last through long years. It was in London they found the picture in a rather obscure gallery. Instantly it fired Bruce’s imagination. He thought the girl the most beautiful he had ever seen. He hunted the artist, a rather unknown struggling painter who was already past middle age. Mr. Colton seemed delighted that the picture was going to America. He disclosed the fact that the girl, his niece, had been in America for six months. She had joined her mother who had married again. They lived in a western state. Bruce was delighted. Some day he was going to see in the flesh his ideal of feminine beauty. A few months later the portrait of Margaret Colton took its place in the Farr home. To Bruce, the girl was a livinq presence. He became so attached to the portrait for what it represented to him that his after-dinner wine and cigar lost their zest and charm, unless he had it in her company, where she took the place of sweetheart, companion, and wife. In the square of canvas, in the beautiful head of a woman, there came to be personified for Bruce Farr Page thirty -— SENIDR MAGNET ’ ■ ■ all the beauty, intelligence, strength, and understanding in the world. After Margaret had had her unique position in his home for about ten years, Bruce Farr was invited to a dinner in honor of William Colton, an artist who was becoming more and more famous. He shook hands with the artist and reminded him of their former meeting. They discussed the beautiful portrait, although Bruce did not tell the whole story of his devotion to an ideal. In the course of the conversation the artist remarked that he had just heard where Margaret was and that he was quite anxious to see her. Bruce jotted the address down. The idea with which he had toyed so often returned. He would like to see the real Margaret! He was afraid, and yet the curiosity which had been growing with the years was too great. A week later he closed his office and gave his driver the address, in a little town in southern New York. He sank back among the cushions, closed his eyes, and let his fancy go. It was the intelligence and understanding that made her beautiful. It was the keenness and sympathy in that remarkable face. Sometimes he thought that he had been a romantic fool; but she stood for so much to him. What he wanted he did not know. When he saw her—then what? Was it worth it? But the gnawing of that curiosity urged him on. Was there really a woman in the flesh such as she? He didn’t qo off on wild goose chases often. . . . The driver had spoken. Bruce Farr looked up and wondered at the rather bewildered look on the man’s face. Then his eye caught the bronze placard on the entrance gates: Maywood Home for the Insane! His protest was instant and vigorous. There must be some mistake. He looked for the card on which he had written the address. There was no error. A thouqht flashed through his mind. Might he have been the victim of a practical ioke? Bruce recovered his composure slowly. Now he must know, no matter what the consequences. They drove in through the gates, up throuqh the well-kept lawn to the fine looking building. The atmosphere within was quiet and pleasant. He looked around the larqe hiqh-ceilinged room. There was something about the sanitarium that had the same quality of bigness and tragedy that his beloved portrait had. He explained to the superintendent that he had made the trip to see his dear friend, Margaret Colton. In a few minutes he was taken to a side porch. The doctor to whom he was introduced drew his attention to the extreme beauty of a woman walking on the lawn. A rare case. So many are interested in it. Her beauty is unmarred, because she can't worry. She has absolutely nothing with which to worry. Page thirty-one - SENIOR MAGNET - On the smooth lawn walked a beautiful woman. She had a sure, slow gait, walking with a measured, deliberate step. Bruce did not speak. She did not notice anyone on the steps. He saw the high smooth profile beautiful as on the canvas, the full throat, the placid, tragic eyes, the full mouth. He searched into her eyes, that had looked so intelligent and kindly. Nothing! He left immediately. Shortly after, he sold the picture to a collector who had been wanting it. He never found out how the picture was painted, or whether it was a monstrous joke of that eccentric Colton, who had deliberately set out to prove how simple it was to put on canvas that which existed only in his imagination. Mr. Farr went to pay a visit to his dear old friend that day in the gallery before she returned to her home in England. I shall never forget his closing words on the subject: I hope they love her as I did and that they will never find out. MY MASTERPIECE Lewis Hays I started to paint a picture Four years or so ago, A picture of youth in the making, A youth beginning to grow. My pallet was smaHered with history, Latin, grammar, and math; It was just the very beginning Of a long and stony path. Next there came French and physics, Biology, science, and trig, Astronomy, chemistry, civics,— Boy, but those names sounded big! Examinations came and went; Semesters came and passed; And then before I realized It was my very last. And now my picture is finished: A youth in a cap and gown; A youth who feels like an emperor With a diploma for a crown. Page thirty-two — SENICJR MAGNET - The Professor's Successful Failure George Mitchell There was a loud explosion. At the same instant Professor Brainy appeared in the door of his laboratory running at top speed. He looked far different from the dignified professor of the classroom as he ran away from the building, his horn-rimmed spectacles bouncing dangerously on the end of his little red nose, and his long laboratory coat flying out behind him. In a few seconds he stopped and looked back despairingly at the door through which he had made his unceremonious exit. After wiping the perspiration from his low, slanting forehead and the top of his bald head, he walked gravely back toward the laboratory. It was his eleventh failure at this project which required so much of his time. There were rumors about the campus that the professor was attempting to make a perpetual motion machine and, incidentally, his future. Then he hoped to retire and spend all his time making one last effort to do something for science, so that school children for many generations to come might learn his name. When questioned, he was absolutely silent on the matter, but a dreamy look always came into his eyes and a faint smile played about his tight red lips. He felt sure that some day he would accomplish his purpose and then his work would be known the world over, but until then, nobody need know. The following dav in class, the professor was entirely changed. He no longer played nervously with his little pointer while he walked restlessly about the room, but he sat thoughtfully at his desk. Occasionally he would grab his pencil and pad and jot down some symbols and numbers, figure awhile, then put them back in place with a defeated look. He failed to notice that the majority of the class had their books open and generally referred to them before answering his distantly related questions. He also failed to notice that some answers were not correct. Nothing seemed to matter to him except his project. Finally, he told the class to study and asked the star of his class, Percival Van Shyster, to remain after the end of the session. When the class was dismissed, Percival went up to the instructor’s desk and shyly asked what he had done that was wrong. Blushing furiously, the professor asked bluntly, Have you ever conceived the idea of compounding a substance which would defy the forces of gravity to such an extent that it might be used as the motive power for a machine —a machine which would run for an indefinite period of time? Page thirty-three . '■■■ SENIOR MAGNET • It was Percival's turn to blush. He replied, suspiciously, Yes, Professor Brainy, I have been trying to compound some such substance, but as yet I have met only with failure. But how did you guess and why do you ask me such a question? The professor smiled faintly. I judged from your interest in such subjects in class. Frankly, I also am working to produce such a substance. I have completed a machine which will run forever if I can only compound some strong anti-gravity substance. I believe I have come close at times, but always the elements combine so rapidly that a concussion results, setting great sound waves into motion, and often proving very destructive to my apparatus. However, if you would be willing to help me, I am convinced that we shall succeed and have our names written in indelible ink on the honor rolls of history. As Professor Brainy finished his last exclamation, he raised his head and his eyes held that glassy stare which is characteristic only of a real dreamer. He remained in this position, with his hands folded across his chest, almost a minute until Percival, embarrassed by the professor's actions, uttered a hasty good afternoon, and, as he went out the door, murmured something about meeting the professor in the laboratory that night. For several nights after this the lights in the professor's laboratory burned far into the night, and every morning it was a very tired and sleepy Percival who appeared in class. Many students became very curious about the activities of the Professor and his helper, and decided to investigate, but each time anyone dared to look in at the lab window, he was driven away by a stout stream of water which came through jets which covered the windows from every angle. The flow was controlled by a lever at the professor's foot, and each time he heard a suspicious noise he pressed the lever. Finally, after a week's work, the professor and Percival were ready to complete the substance on which they had been working, which would be the twelfth attempt of the professor. When everything was in readiness, the professor nodded to Percival, who started the last step of the process. While waiting for the reaction to occur, Percival started to examine the professor's cabinet, which he had been too busy to inspect thoroughly since they had started the work. As he picked up a large stone from the professor's cupboard, he inquired, What kind of rock formation is that specimen? I don't believe I have ever seen anything like it before. The professor examined it and then replied, That is Page thirty-four = = ==: SENIOR MAGNET === a very rare stone, which was given to me by a friend who was exploring in Central Africa. That stone was secured by a native diver from the bottom of the Victoria Falls. I intend to have it analyzed as soon as possible. Percival, for no particular reason, took a sudden liking to the stone and carried it with him. He went back to check up on his apparatus, and much to his and the professor's disappointment, there was not even an explosion. Needing both his hands to make some adjustments to the apparatus, Percival thoughtlessly laid the rock in the compartment which the professor had provided for the anti-gravity substance. The professor came to assist him but on arriving noticed a face peering in at the window. As he jumped to push the lever which would release the water in the jets outside the window, he tripped and the entire contents of a bottle of hydrofluric acid fell on the rock. Almost immediately it started to rise, but the professor grabbed it and clamped it into the compartment. Then his eyes almost popped out of his head as the machine started to move, slowly at first, but gradually accelerating until the professor thought it had almost reached its limit, althouah it was still aainina soeed. Percv, he cried, nerpetual motion at last! With his hair on end and the tails of his long Inb coat flying, he ran outside to veil his success to the world. Percival followed at his heels, with fewer gesticulations, it is true, but with the same look of wild enthusiasm on his face. When a small crowd of aaoing students and faculty members had qathered, the professor addressed them seriously: Gentlemen, you have the great honor of being the first to congratulate me upon the successful completion of my experiments. After many hours of intensive research and exhausting experimentation, my labors have at last been rewarded by the most stupendous achievement within the conception of science, the development of a perpetual motion machine, made possible by a successful reversal of the laws of gravity. If you will follow me into my laboratory where the machine is now in operation, you will be able to gaze upon the greatest achievement of the human mind within the realm of science. A burst of cheers rose from the crowd in response to the professor’s announcement and they followed him eagerly into the little, one-story shack which was his laboratory. As the professor, first in line, entered, his confident air suddenly vanished. Help! he screamed, and tearing at the little fringe of hair above his ears, leaped desperately toward his beloved machine, which was, at that moment, just pushing its way through the roof. Help! Percy, get a steplad-der! Call the fire department. Go up on the roof! Page thirty-jive 1 ■ ■ ..- SENIDR MAGNET — He himself was trying to do all three things at once, but alas, his efforts were in vain; the machine pushed its way on out into the night, never to be seen again. For two whole weeks the professor was in the depths of despair; then he gained hope at the thought that he might obtain more of the rock, but this hope was dashed to the ground again when, after consulting the explorer, that worthy confessed that he had mixed his markings and didn't really know where he had found the stone. The professor brooded for several weeks over his loss; then he gradually became his former self and is still teaching his classes with no change in his character except that he has the appearance of just having had a bad dream. A LEARNED SENIOR TALKS OF HISTORY Lewis Hays Now history was a mystery, And hard to understand; But after years of misery, I really think it's grand,— To know how Lindy conquered Gaul; And Caesar flew the sea; Of Napoleon's rise, and then his fall; It was all Greek to me. But now I know—and how I know! And it makes me, oh! so glad— That Socrates to Yale did go, When he was just a lad; That Noah sailed his mighty ark Across the Irish Sea, And dropped at Coney Island Park Their famous chimpanzee. There are many things in history books, That I haven't told—that's sure; But if you into one will look, I'm sure you'll find the cure To your long neglected doubt about The days we'll see no more. Page thirty-six SENIOR MAGNET The Co-Ed From the Country Dorothy Starr Well, back to college for another year of learning and fun! exclaimed Jean Henry to her roommate and friend, Shirley Wood. Yes, answered Shirley, and this room looks as if it had been in the path of a hurricane. Let's unpack and put our clothes away as quickly as we can so that we shall make a good impression upon our roommate when she comes. You know, Shirley, I'm getting anxious to know what kind of person this new roommate is. I hope she s a regular human fish, for we sure do need one for the swimming team. We just have to beat Valley Hill College in the meet this year. We've got to keep that gold cup. Listen! I think that's our roommate coming now, said Shirley, as she hurried to open the door. A pleasant looking girl with brown, curly hair and dark blue eyes entered. Welcome to your new room, exclaimed Jean and Shirley, taking in every detail of the newcomer's appearance with a quick glance. Thank you, answered Rhoda Myers, and then an exclamation of pleased surprise escaped her lips as she looked about the room. The girls had many interesting things to tell each other, and soon they were chatting and laughing together like old friends. Rhoda was a little shy, but her sincerity and her quiet, unaffected manner soon won the hearts of the other girls. They asked her about her home and former schools, and Rhoda, after hesitating a little, began to tell the girls about herself. I live on a farm with my parents, she said. I had almost given up my dreams of going to college when my father lost his money in the stock market crash, but a wealthy aunt, who knew of my ambition, came to my rescue and made it possible for me to come. I'm going to try to find work of some kind to help pay my expenses. Sometimes I'm afraid, though, that I'll not be able to ft in with the girls here and make friends with them. You see, I've never had much time to devote to social activities, and I’ve had little chance to become interested in the things that most girls like to do. I do hope that I'll be able to get along all right in spite of this, she fnished anxiously. Jean and Shirley saw that Rhoda had a great deal of pride, and that it had been a great effort for her to tell them this. They admired her frankness and honesty, and mentally decided to help her all they could. Page thirty-seven SENIOR MAGNET By the way, Rhoda, can you swim?” asked Jean expectantly. Her face showed her disappointment when she received a negative reply. Swimming is the subject that is nearest to Jean's heart right now,” Shirley explained. She and I are on the swimming team, whose schedule consists of one meet with our ancient rival, Valley Hill College. The event is always held just before the Christmas holidays. We are especially anxious to win this year, because Dayton has two 'legs' on a gold cup which has been donated as a prize for the annual contest, and if we win this year, we get to keep it for good. Jean has been fairly scouring the country for another swimmer to round out Dayton's team. You must come out to the pool with us and iearn to swim, Rhoda, Jean said. Almost all of the girls swim, and interest will be at fever heat from now until the time of the meet. Everyone will be out in the pool almost every day. It will be a splendid chance for you to get acquainted. Rhoda was delighted at having found such good friends at the very beginning of an adventure to which she had looked forward with a great deal of apprehension. She hoped that her good fortune would continue, but for a long time afler this, everything just seemed to 'break' the wrong way. She tried her best to learn to swim under the expert instruction of Jean and Shirley, but, after repeated attempts, the girls were forced to admit that her deep-seated fear of the water was too great an obstacle to be overcome. This was particularly unfortunate because most of the social life of Dayton College centered around swimming parties, dances, and bridge parties, three activities with which Rhoda was totally unacquainted. Gradually her sensitive nature caused her to withdraw from all social activities on this account. Her roommates urged her to learn to dance and to get into things . But even had she been able to overcome her timidity, she would have found this impossible because of lack of time. Her duties at the school cafeteria took almost every minute she could spare from her studies. The small country schools which she had attended had not afforded adequate preparation for some parts of the difficult curriculum which she had undertaken, so that it was a hard struggle for her to make satisfactory progress, even though she possessed natural brilliance of mind. Only in English was she a decided success, and somehow nobody heard about that. Rhoda's inability to enter successfully into campus activities was a keen disappointment to her. The result was that her first few months at Dayton were not very happy ones. Most of the girls were from well-to-do SENIGR MAGNET ■families, and they failed to understand and sympathize with her lack ot sociability and the other difficulties of her position. Rhoda knew that most of them had mentally catalogued her as a back number and the knowledge hurt her deeply. She was not dominated by a consuming desire to be popular, as some girls are. She had always dreamed, however, of a full, happy college life in which she would make many friends and have a real part in the scheme of things . She could not help feeling bitter and discouraged at the way circumstances had combined to thwart her hopes. The one bright star in her dark night was the almost fierce loyalty of Jean and Shirley. Their deep concern, as they saw this girl who had been so frank and cheerful on first acquaintance becoming more discouraged each day, was a beautiful thing to see. Oh, how Rhoda hoped that their cherished dreams of bringing the gold cup to Dayton's trophy case would be realized; and how bitterly disappointed she was when the one unfilled weak place on the team caused its defeat! The country girl's spirits were at their lowest ebb when she went home for the Christmas holidays. She had thought of not coming back, but the knowledge of the disappointment that this would be to her parents and her aunt caused her to dismiss the idea at once. After a delightful and restful vacation, during which she became almost her former self, Rhoda reviewed her problems in a much encouraged frame of mind. I have been foolish to allow the few disappointments which I have had to discourage me so, she thought to herself. I've spent too much of my time thinking about my troubles, which, after all, are pretty small ones, and not enough about what I’m going to do about them. So determined was she to do better that her roommates soon noticed Rhode's changed attitude when she returned to school. She was almost her old, cheerful self, and she tried to take the initiative in cultivating the friendship of the girls. She was not without success in this, and the new acquaintances and interests made her almost deliriously happy at times. She tried hard now, when she had time, to enter whole-heartedly into the spirit of campus life. However, Rhoda was not able to overcome her sensitiveness entirely. She longed to do something which would make her a real and valuable part of the life of the college. She was thinking about this one day when she entered her room to find Shirley and Jean in excited conversation. What's the excitement? she asked. SENIDR MAGNET Haven't you heard yet! exclaimed Jean. Another big contest with Valley Hill. We have a chance to get back at them for losing the swimming meet. Give three cheers! Shirley took up the explanation where her excited chum left off: Mr. Barnes, the donor of the swimming cup, is sponsoring an oratorical contest between Valley Hill and Dayton. Each school is to select four speakers, one from each class. These eight will be in the final contest. The winner will get a trip to Europe next summer with all expenses paid. We just have to win. Valley Hill will crow over us until life won't be worth living if they win both this and the swimming meet in the same year. Rhoda's heart leaped. She had participated in contests of this kind in high school, and had won. If she could only win now! Our prospects are not so bright, either, she heard Shirley continue. They have Helen Eaves, who won the state contest twice when she was in high school. We'll have to have someone pretty good to beat her. I think I'll enter the fight, Rhoda heard herself saying. You! Jean and Shirley exclaimed together. Why how grand! What will you write about? Then followed an excited conference in which the three planned ways and means. If I lose, thought Rhoda, it certainly won't be for lack of loyal friends. Rhoda threw every ounce of her energy into her preparation for the contest. Here, at last, was the chance to do something for her school and for these friends who loved her. It happened that Rhoda was the only one to enter the event from Dayton's freshman class. As a result, she entered the final contest without having to take part in a preliminary contest. At last the fateful night came. The order in which the girls would speak was determined by lot. Helen Eaves, who, even the most ardent Dayton co-eds were forced to concede was almost a sure winner, drew seventh position. Rhoda was the last speaker on the program. The outcome of the contest was settled in the minds of most of the audience soon after the Vally Hill favorite began her speech. Her diction was perfect. Her long experience in speaking had given her a poise which was very impressive. She had a beautiful voice, well modulated and clear. On the seats below, Rhoda was fighting an attack of stage-fright with all her power, and when her turn came, her knees trembled as she mounted the steps to the stage. By a supreme effort she gained control SENIOR MAGNET of her feelings os she turned to face the audience. Then she caught sight of Jean and Shirley.. You can do it, you can do it! their faces seemed to say. And suddenly Rhoda’s fear left her. The polish of the preceding speaker may have been lacking, but the audience never missed it. Here was a girl who was carried away by her subject. Her delivery was sincere and forceful. As she proceeded, the interest of the audience deepened. The age-old ideals which she expressed were presented in a fresh and interesting way, and they showed deep thought. The trace of wistful shyness still clinging to her manner added just the needed touch to reach the hearts of her hearers. The audience waited with impatience for the judges to make their decision. The students of the rival schools trembled with anxiety as the spokesman for the judges stepped upon the stage. First place has been awarded to—Miss Rhoda Myers of Dayton, he said simply, and pandemonium broke loose. That night was a glorious one for Rhoda. She became the central figure in a great celebration on the Dayton campus. After it was all over, as she stood by the window of her room, she gave a happy little sigh. It was good to remember the new respect and friendliness with which her fellow students had treated her, and the prospect of the well-earned trip to Europe; but her greatest reward was in the reflection of her own happiness in the faces of those perfect friends, Shirley and Jean. THE HARDEST GAME William Smith Life is nothing but a game of ball, But it's the hardest game of all; The knocks are harder; the goals are few; There are hazards waiting for me and you. In this game of life, as you start on your way, At first it's easy, and you are gay. But dangers loom on down the field, And temptations wait for you to yield. So in this game that all must play, Sidestep the tackier; play hard in the fray. And please remember that though you fall, You still must keep your eye on the ball. SENICJR MAGNET Music Natalie Silverman Nancy Hardwell walked into the senior home room of the Washington-Lee High School of Rockview, accompanied by the principal, Professor Allison. As the professor introduced Nancy to the teacher, Nancy could feel the curious eyes of the students on her. She must be someone, whispered one student. Isn't she pretty? answered another. Nancy was pretty. Her blonde hair, waved gently about her face, seemed to form a frame for her sparkling brown eyes and pink cheeks. She wasn't very tall but, somehow, no one ever noticed that. Miss Waleman, the teacher, assigned Nancy a seat next to Nora Jennings and Betty Fields, two inseparable friends. Nancy was bewildered about her schedule. Pardon me, but would you mind explaining this to me? Nancy asked, holding up her schedule card to Nora. Why, your schedule is the same as mine and Betty’s, exclaimed Nora. You can come v ith us; it will be easier for you. Oh, thanks a lot. That will be a big help. It's all so new that I'm rather confused, Nancy replied. Where are you living? Betty asked Nancy that afternoon after dismissal. I'm staying with Mrs. Stanley on Lincoln Avenue. She's a friend of my mother's. I hope you two girls will come to see me. It's very lonely not knowing anyone. Just ask us, Nora told her. We'll be only too glad to introduce you to our crowd. The three girls walked the remainder of the way in silence. Nora and Betty were curious about this new girl, who seemed to radiate such sweetness and gentleness. She was beautifully dressed, but simply. She wore a dark dress with white collar and cuffs, chic oxfords, a beret, and a polo coat, all smartly matched. Presently the three separated. Nancy ran into Mrs. Stanley's handsomely furnished home. How did it go? Mrs. Stanley asked while Nancy pulled off her coat. It's all so new I don't know whether I'm all here or not. I did meet two lovely girls. I'm sure we're going to be friends. I wonder if you would mind very much asking them to the party Friday evening?” SENIOR MAGNET I know them slightly, Mrs. Stanley told Nancy. Anyone you want shall certainly be asked. And so it was that the next afternoon both Nora and Betty received invitations to the party given in honor of Miss Nancy Hardwell the next Friday evening. ' When Nora and Betty arrived at the large, friendly home so brilliantly lighted, they found many of their friends already there. A small orchestra furnished the music to which the guests danced. After the guests had danced for several hours, they seemed content just to sit around and talk. Suddenly a few vague notes of a violin seemed abruptly to come to life. It laughed, it danced, it sang! It seemed to tell of birds and flowers and of a beautiful garden of roses where everything was beautiful and happy! Everyone sat spellbound. No one had ever heard such exquisite music. Quickly one of the guests pulled aside the curtain from the musicians' platform at the end of the room. There stood Nancy, violin upraised. She turned, astonished, and then laughed aloud. The temptation was too great. When I saw this violin, I just had to play something. Everyone crowded about Nancy plying her with questions, but she refused to answer. The next Monday after the party, Nancy was called out of a study period by the school's music director, Mr. Wentworth, whose son, David, had heard Nancy play and had told his father about it. Mr. Wentworth now asked Nancy to play for him and again Nancy played the same taunting melodies. Never before had Mr. Wentworth heard such music except on the concert stage. And to think that this tiny girl before him could make such haunting music with her slender fingers. The sound of the music had drawn Professor Allison to the chapel. He now rose and spoke to Nancy and Mr. Wentworth. The excitable music director gasped at what the professor told him and turning, shook Nancy's hand vigorously. At the close of the interview, Nancy had agreed to play in the school's orchestra. She was never present at Friday night practice, however; and that was the way the mystery started. Nora, where has Nancy gone these last few week-ends? Betty asked a few weeks later. I don't know. I called her last night, but Mrs. Stanley said she had already gone out of town. Betty, there’s some connection between these trips and her violin. Nancy plays too well for an amateur. Let's do some detective work, Betty answered. The rest of the term had passed, however, before the mystery was explained. Commencement week was drawing near. Nora and Betty were both too busy Page forty-three SENIOR MAGNET to worry about Nancy’s mysterious visits. Nancy, herself, was also very busy rehearsing for the concert to be given by the senior orchestra as the final event of the week. The night of the concert both Nora and Betty arrived at the auditorium early. They watched the orchestra file on to the stage, but they didn't see Nancy. Tonight’s Friday, Betty told Nora. She's probably out of town on another of those mysterious trips. I'm disappointed, Nora answered. I thought that tonight, the last night of our Commencement week, she'd surely try to be here. Sh-sh! They're starting. At the intermission, there seemed to be some delay back stage, and finally when the curtain went up, the stage was empty save for a grand piano and a round object on a stand. It was a microphone! The remainder of the program was to be broadcasted! But where was the orchestra? A young man stepped from the wings and held up his hand to silence the buzz of inquiry that rippled through the audience. Ladies and gentlemen, the remainder of this program is to be broadcasted as the regular feature of the A. B. C. Broadcasting System. I shall have to ask all to be as quiet as possible during station announcements. Bewildered, the audience looked at one another. Why should this happen? Who was going to play? The announcer returned and again held up his hand for silence. Ladies and gentlemen, I take great pleasure in presenting in her weekly concert Miss Nancy Segrave, from the auditorium of the Washington-Lee High School of Rockview. The audience leaned forward to catch the name— Miss Nancy Segrave! On to the stage, carrying her violin walked Nancy Hardwell! The students in the audience gasped in astonishment, for they all knew Nancy well. For half an hour, Nancy Hardwell Segrave kept her audience spell-bound with the magic tones that flowed from her violin. Time and time again she returned to the stage at the urgent applause of her audience. When Nancy finally went home, she found all her friends waiting for her. They crowded around her, begging for an explanation, so Nancy told them her story. Nancy was the daughter of the famous violinist, Segrave. Her mother was a Hardwell, of Rockview. Nancy had followed in her famous father's footsteps. Everywhere she went people recognized her. Mrs. Segrave had decided to send Nancy to her old friend, SENIOR MAGNET Mrs. Stanley, and have Nancy graduate from her mother's old school. The mysterious trips Nancy had been making to the city for her weekly broadcast. Gee, didn't anyone know who you really were? Nora asked. Professor Allison and Mr. Wentworth knew. Mr. Wentworth guessed who I was the minute he saw me. How did you get the broadcasting company to relay the program from here? Betty wanted to know. They knew no one here really knew who I was, so I guess they must have thought it was a good stunt, Nancy answered. Come on, everybody, let’s have some ice cream. Don't forget the picnic tomorrow. Several days later Nancy sailed for France to join her father and mother, but Nora and Betty, in Rockview, still speak of Rockview's famous guest. THE FALL OF DIGNITY John Crow and Lawrence Goodman It was back in the winter of '32, And listen, boy! I'm telling you Professor Hogg was driving fast. As the wind-driven snow went whistling past, Unthinking, he started down New Castle Hill; Far from his mind was the thought of a thrill. But just as he wondered while he was driving, What he should do if he started sliding, His car started gliding, then faster and faster He flew down that grade, as if devils were after. Too fast he was going; he now had great fear, So he tried to put her in second gear. The car shivered, gears clashed, a sound as of thunder; It was plain as could bo he had made a big blunder. Around and around he spun like a top; The wheels left the surface. Then oh! What a flop! The car hit the ditch, then stopped with a jar That was heard by the natives both near and afar. Dazed, astonished, the bewildered professor, Stood by his car, and vowed it were better To let his son Calvin now take the wheel, Than down that steep hill to dizzily reel! For when he arrived a half-hour late, He could not escape his impending fate; For answering late at the office roll call, He was given two nights in study hall. Page forty-five ===== SENIOR MAGNET — - The Best Laid Schemes of Mice and Men” Lawrence Goodman It was a warm day in the spring of 1943, and the whole world was awaiting with morbid expectancy the latest report from Eurasia. Stalin, the great military genius of Russia, had finally succeeded in uniting his country with Japanchuko. (The countries of Japan, China, and Manchuria had united under Japanese rule after The Yellow War in 1940, leaving the rest of the civilized world in great fear of what this formidable coalition of world powers would attempt.) At this moment Stalin and his lieutenants were meeting Kai-Chen, the Japanese leader, and his staff. Now that we have united forces, just what strenqth can you allow us for the present offensive? inquired Kai-Chen. Stalin boldly answered, In military affairs, Russia is second to none. We have a standing army of 2,500,000 men and a well trained militia of 25,000,000. After the completion of our Five Year Plan in 1933, we began a still more extensive program of advancement. The United States and other countries supplied us with engineers, trained mechanics, and equipment from their factories. Now Russia has more aeroplanes than Enqland, France, and the United States combined, a navy second only to Great Britain, great factories prepared to serve at a minute's notice, enormous electrical power supplied by the Dnieper dam, and extensive natural resources in Siberia, and many of the most brilliant minds of the world. Now, what has your country to offer? Japanchuko has also not been left behind by the advancement of progress, Kai-Chen replied boastfully. We have approximately three times as much man power as Russia, and over 75,000 planes in our air service. Our fleet, while not quite as large as yours, has fifty aeroplane carriers, much larger and faster than those obsolete carriers of the United States, such as the Lexington and Saratoga. The carriers are capable of transporting 20,000 planes to any point on the globe. We have also kept pace with the latest scientific inventions and have developed a gas so deadly that one ten-pound bomb can wipe out a city of 50,000. This gas was developed at great expense, and it takes about three months for the complex chemical reactions to take place. I see; and what do you suggest? An immediate declaration of war? Why declare war? answered the crafty Jap. It will only put them on their guard. Page forty-six -..- ■■ SEN I □ R MAGNET -------- That is my opinion also, responded Stalin. I have a plan here that we will follow. I will lead the Russian air force in a sweeping attack on all Europe, while at the same time you will take your air force and bomb India, Indo-China, Arabia, Persia, and the rest of the major countries of Asia. We will use those deadly bombs you have perfected and will scatter destruction and death over two continents simultaneously. Following immediately after our air force, our fleets will transport soldiers in overwhelming numbers to certain stategic points, and easily defeat the unprepared and demoralized enemy. After all of Europe and Asia is conquered, we will invade America, which can not hold out against our superior numbers and armament, and the world will be ours! exclaimed the enthusiastic Russian. You seem to have forgotton Africa and South America. They do not count. Africa is merely a colony of Europe and South America is not sufficiently developed to offer any serious opposition. We will strike swiftly and surely, and it will be all over before South America or Australia can offer any aid. Agreed! Our attack will start tomorrow at dawn then. And thus the fate of the world was settled by two men in a half hour's conference. The next morning the world was astonished to hear that France, Germany, and Italy had been attacked over night, and later that Japanchuko had bombed practically all the large cities in Asia. Reports kept pouring in until the paralyzed world was informed that all of Europe and Asia had been conquered in less than ten days. Commerce was at a standstill and riots broke out in all the large cities. England and America were frenziedly mobilizing their troops to repel an invasion. The United States was in a quandry. They could not organize their complete fleet to meet an attack. If they moved their Pacific Squadron to join the Atlantic Fleet, they would be unprotected from the attacks of Pap-anchuko on the west and vice versa. And if they did not unite their two fleets, they would be hopelessly outnumbered by the enemy. A conference of the greatest American military experts was hastily called in Washington. There fifteen grim, stern men listened to the Secretary of the Navy with strained attention. And so you say there is no possibility of our fleets defeating that of Eurasia? questioned the discouraged President. No replied the distraught Secretary. I guess the only thing left to do is to fight until we re licked, groaned the anguished President. We Page forty-seven ..... ' SENIOR MAGNET--------- ... — must act immediately. Who is our best airman—Captain Colman? Yes, he can make a plane do stunts that no other man would think of attempting. I'll call him for you. The Secretary pressed a button and an orderly entered. Summon Captain Colman immediately. Yes, sir. x x x x x x The door opened and a young captain walked in and saluted. He was not more than twenty-three years old, a trifle over six feet tall, and had keen gray eyes whose direct glance was quietly fearless. Captain Colman reporting for duty, sir. Captain Colman, asked the President gravely, would you care to volunteer for a most dangerous mission? I must warn you now that there is very little likelihood of your returning. I shall be glad to do anything I can for my country, the captain replied quietly. Very well. You will take our newest plane which is just completed. It can attain a speed of six hundred and fifty miles an hour, which I believe is more than our enemy's planes are capable of, and it has five sychronized machine guns with telescopic sights. You will scout about five hundred miles off the coast of New York and advise us by radio of the numbers and activity of the enemy. Is that all, sir? Yes, you may go. Oh! I almost forgot—your plane also carries three bombs contaning electroglycerine, which, as you know, is one hundred times more efficient than nitroglycerine. Very good, sir. And Captain Colman walked out with the fate of the world resting on his shoulders. The next morning at dawn Captain Colman was scouting about three hundred miles off Bermuda when he saw, through his field glasses, a wisp of smoke on the horizon. He pushed his throttle in another notch and climbed for altitude, and in a few seconds he was able to distinguish thousands of tiny specks which grew to fair-sized dots, and later to airplanes. Below the planes a long line of battleships in countless numbers were visible. This, then, was the dreaded array of the enemy. Their line spread from one end of the horizon to the other, and they were approaching at a terrific speed. Colman could not calculate their number, and reported to headquarters by radio:— .. SENIOR MAGNET — Enemy, six hundred miles off New York, approaching in overwhelming numbers. Any instructions? he gasped, hardly able to speak, as he gazed at the terrifying sight of the largest fleet ever assembled on earth, approaching in battle formation. Just carry on, came the reply. The Japs have attacked the west coast, annihilated the Pacific fleet by mere force of numbers, and are sweeping eastward spreading death in their path. Our only chance is to defeat the Russian fleet immediately and then concentrate all our resources against the Japs. The voice ceased and Captain Colman was again left alone soaring two miles above the enemy fleet. What should he do? Suddenly he caught sight of an enormous coal-black plane, with the royal insignia of the Russian empire painted on the fuselage. This plane, as Colman immediately surmised, carried Stalin and his entire military staff. It was surrounded by a convoy of one hundred pursuit ships, which made an almost impenetrable wall about the dreadnought of the air. Colman suddenly caught his breath —if he could bring that plane down he could paralyze the entire movement, of the enemy by cutting off their head! It was one chance in ten thousand, but at least he could try. He pushed his throttle in all the way and quick as a flash sent his plane hurtling downward in a power dive. His only chance of success was to find a vulnerable spot in the great plane in the few seconds of confusion allowed him by the element of surprise in his attack. As he neared the plane, he saw that it fairly bristled with armament. It was a flying battleship, with five one-pound cannons and one hundred machine guns; and it could make three hundred miles an hour with only one-half of its twenty-four motors going. Yet he would not give up. When he was about one-fourth of a mile above this giant, he carefully sighted his machine guns and had the pleasure of seeing his tracer bullets speed straight to their mark. But to his amazement the bullets did not penetrate the fabric of the plane, but bounced off like harmless peas. He dived below the plane, zoomed up, and shot a withering burst of machine gun fire at the glass windows in the belly of the great plane, but even these had no effect. The convoy of pursuit planes had by now awakened to the danger of their leader’s position, and Coleman's plane was the center of a devastating cross-fire poured in by a score of enemy ships. Colman’s plane somehow withstood the shock, and climbed up beyond the reach of the other planes, which had a lower ceiling. He now had a moment for reflection, but his brain was in a turmoil. What could he do against this monster, protected by bullet-proof glass Page forty-nine SENIDR MAGNET and plated with steel armor? Then in a flash the answer came to him, and he again put his plane into an almost vertical dive, and with silent guns, aimed the plane itself straight at the dreadnought. With cold, calculating intention he crashed his ship into the tail assembly of the other, and wrecked all its controls. The two planes interlocked, and, with wires shrieking, plunged into the sea and immediately sank to the bottom. With their leader gone, the Russian fleet immediately fell to quarreling among themselves and refused to recognize a new leader. The Jap detachments, never on too friendly terms with the Russians, refused to obey orders, and the whole military force was demoralized. The combined United States and Canadian forces, finding them in this condition, and reinforced by Australian and South American fleets, easily defeated them, and captured practically their whole fleet. With this fleet and their own, they defeated the Japs decisively in the great air battle of St. Louis, and ended forever their hope of world conquest. The world then settled down to the long arduous process of reconstruction. Fifteen years later the prompt Congress of the New United States of America voted Captain Colman posthumously a medal for distinguished service and bravery in the face of the enemy. _______________________ PALS Rosemary Honenberger They sat together, walked together, all semester long; They sang together, danced together, happy as a song; They kept this up until at last exams did come along; They crammed together, flunked together, and wondered what was wrong. IN APPRECIATION James Moore Here's to dear old Mother, With her hair that I turned grey; Here's to dear old Father, Who labored for me every day; Here's to my friends and teachers, Whom I never can repay. All the worries that I caused them I sincerely hope some day, By being an honest, worthwhile man, I may comfort and repay. —- SENIDR MAGNET — MY TREASURE Lucille Fleischer I searched for beauty, and I found Some lovely things this world around: One fleecy cloud in a sea of blue, A perfect rose, tipped with gleaming dew, A slim cypress tree, so stately and tall, And ivy climbing a garden wail. I saw one bright star on a frost-stilled night, And a lark's song reached me as it passed in flight. A bell tinkled silver from far away, And a clear, black pool held the moon's bright ray. Sometimes when everything's sordid and gray, I count these my treasures, and steal away To a dreamland, where Beauty is ruler and queen, And life there is peaceful, content and serene. EXALTED Lewis Hays � I lie alone by a fire tonight: The moon above is shifting bright; All’s dark in the underbrush around; Peace here in the quiet woods I've found. I have no cares; I have no fear; I feel somehow that God is near. How He talks to me is odd, I know; But within my very soul does grow An understanding, a firm belief, That gives my seeking heart relief. I lie here exalted, free as the birds, A feeling that can't be expressed with words, I lie alone by a fire tonight. My views have changed. The world's all right. I've talked with God. My heart is light; For I have found my God tonight. Page fifty-one _ SENIOR magnet Dorothy Starr Lucille Fleischer r I rian Shields Don Sherman Betty Campbell Larry Goodman Naomi Horewitz Page fifty-two SENIOR MAGNET Lucille Oswald Rosemary Honenberge? LettieTaylor Mike Josephs Jdelfttc Donaldson1 George Mitchell Roberta Brown Page fifty-three SENIOR MAGNET (Answers to these Puzzles will be found on Page 88) Page fifty-four _ _ T __ _ SENIOR PLAY Front Row L. to R. -J. Moore, G. SchafTner, M. Strawbridge, D. Hulton, M. Shields, R Beach Back Row—L. to R.—L. Palm. W. Sutton, J. Sarver, H. McDonald, E. Richardson, L. Oswald ' Miss Montgomery, R. Keck. M. Sybert, A. Baron, R. Sprenkle. R. Plyler. E. Nicholas, H. Diehl, J. McNaughton, R. Moore, M m z □ z □ z FI H SENIOR MAGNET The Thirteenth Chair Extra! Extra! Mystery of the Thirteenth Chair has been solved! On Thursday and Friday evenings of November sixteenth and seventeenth the murderer was cunningly tricked into confessing. Without boasting, this play was one of the best ever seen on the stage of Butler High School. Miss Montgomery deserves a lot of credit for her patience in directing such a splendid performance. The actors portrayed their parts extremely well. Ruth Sprenkle as Madame La Grange surely knew her tricks and, as it were, she got her man. Also, who will ever forget Rennie Keck, who portrayed with greatest ease the part of the know-it-all inspector, Tim Donahue? The whole play was superbly done; let us not forget the cast who were: Helen O'Neil Dorothy Hulton Will Crosby Maurice Strawbridge Mrs. Crosby Esther Nicholas Roscoe Crosby .... Herman Diehl Edward Wales - Robert Plyler Mary Eastwood - Ruth Beach Helen Trent - Marguerite Sybert Grace Standish - - - Lucille Oswald Braddish Trent Howard Standish ... Robert Moore Philip Mason Jack Sarver Elizabeth Erskirie - - - - Marian Shields Pollock William Sutton Rosalia La Grange ... Ruth Sprenkle Tim Donahue - - - Reynold Keck Sergeant Dunn - Hiram McDonald Doolan John McNaughton Policeman - Leroy Palm . Gretchen Schaffner Assistants -) Elmer Richardson James Moore Page fifty-seven R.Moose J. Moo Re Stoves Thompson 3 llfnttne Mitchell SENIOR MAGNET CLASS NIGHT SPEAKERS BflOWl N ScHAFFfP RuSSeU- Page fifty-eight SENIOR MAGNET Baccalaureate As we marched down the aisle to that solemn music on the evening of January 7, each and every one of us at last realized that our school days here were almost over. All year, we had been trying not to think about it and had kept pushing that thought to the back of our minds. But all good things have to come to an end; and so did our time in high school. When we looked out at the audience, we couldn't help wondering if all those people out there had ever in their lives felt just as we did at that moment. Dr. Herbert A. Baum, minister of the Methodist Episcopal church, gave a very fitting and beautiful talk, which helped somewhat to remove those sinky feelings we had at the beginning of the evening. Mr Wick had charge of the senior music, and Mr. Scohier directed the orchestra. Class Night Who said the senior class was any thing but just a fun-loving carefree bunch of nuts? (Whoever did, prevaricates!) On Tuesday, January 9, all the jokes, crazy sayings and any fun in general that we have had to keep under cover all these years suddenly broke loose. And did everyone get it (teachers included); but what do we care, (we're through with them!) Dick Ballentine, our President, welcomed everyone at the beginning. Then the school bell rang—but, wait! This is a queer school! Look at the hair ribbons and pig-tails on the girls; and who is—why little Lord Fauntleroy and a doctor! Oh, light at last! This most unusual class of January, '34, has used its genius, and brought forth an original plan for class night. A model school-room with Louise Russell as the teacher and George Mitchell for principal. Mary Jane McIntosh, Bob Moore, and Peg Sybert at last tackled History with a real vengeance; Jane May and Hiram McDonald industriously studied about the moon and stars in Astronomy class; Mary Bro-man, Bob Murphy, and Squeek Moore just couldn't stop gossiping ; Evelyn Stover and Jack Thompson were getting ready for their professions, Doctor and Nurse; Lettie Taylor, Lewis Hays, and Lucille Oswald shone brilliantly as English students; and big-hearted Naomi Horewitz and Bill Shaffer gave gifts to their classmates as Donors. Well, we had the most fun we ever had, and we'll never forget it as long as we live. Page sixty -- ■ — SENIDR MAGNET — Commencement Again we took our places on the stage and looked the audience over. We awaited the evening's happenings anxiously this time, however, for before it came to a close we were to receive the treasure that it had taken four long hard years to get—our diploma. This was the climax of graduation week. A few apparently also thought it was the end of all things— but was it? Of course,not; this was only the beginning—the time when we begin to show the world our worth. Some of us began that very evening by presenting the subject, One Hundred Years of Progress in Education in Pennsylvania. These commencement night speakers have, for four years, displayed an unusual amount of intelligence, and this evening were allowed to present it to the public, and make a bow to the world in general. The students of whom our class is very proud are as follows: Reynold Keck (Salutatorian)—Our European Background. Roberta Brown—The Present Organization of Education in Pennsylvania. Dorothy Starr—The Struggle for Public Schools. Richard Matlock—American Secondary Schools and Academies. Helen Pritner—Education Among the Earlier Settlers. William Boyd—Local Education. Idelette Donaldson (Valedictorian)—Future Trends of Education. The Class Banquet Just the traditional class banquet, but memorable because it was ours ! Such food! Why, even now we want to eat at the Sterling Club during dances! The food almost made you forget the nice program which was presented; but who could forget the toasts made by our witty classmates and teachers. And the singing— Heard melodies are sweet when one listens to the quartet who figured in the minstrel. And the minstrel, say— it could have taken all the attraction from the Ziegfeld Follies. Mr. Wiley also gave a splendid talk. The guests at the banquet were Mr. and Mrs. Gibson, Mr. and Mrs. Wiley, Mr. and Mrs. Hogg, Mr. and Mrs. Wick, Miss Mechling, Miss Riggle, Miss Orr, Miss Reed, Miss Critchlow, Mr. and Mrs. Hammer, Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson, Miss Harper, Miss Douthett, Miss Catherine Campbell, Miss Montgomery, and Miss Wigton. The committee for this banquet, held Monday evening, January 8, 1934, were Betty Little, Maxine Olson, Peg Sybert, Dick Harrison, and Don Sherman. Page sixty-one SENIOR MAGNET Senior Prom What a Prom! What a Prom! Only a guaranteed job tor life for each member of our class could have been o nicer ending to our school days. Who could have danced to better music than that played by Dick Gaertner and his orchestra? Thus, adieu to our activities as B. H. S. students, and—say, fellows, do you remember the petite singer? For your con-ven her name is Alice (of Wonderland). Farewell Another farewell has passed. Everyone looked absolutely stunning in their greens, and blacks, and oranges. The exercises were held on Friday morning, January 12th. There was a song by the class, and music by the orchestra. The class picture, one of Abbe's series on the King Arthur stories, was presented by our well-known and much-liked president, Richard Ballentine, and speeches of acceptance were given by William Hulton, president of the B Senior class in behalf of the student body, and by Miss Bartley in behalf of the faculty. The Civics medal and trophies for athletic ability were awarded. After much weeping and wailing, another senior class entered the sea of life—or battle, maybe we had better say, to be in keeping with the King Arthur motif in this book. Page sixty They fought with honor and courage, Had their whole hearts in the fray; So fight our lads in their tournaments On the footbcll field today. ATH P p n -f (C ■ 4 VARSITY FOOTBALL Front Row—L. to R.—W. Thompson, W. Walker, C. Donaldson. M. Ponikijki, Capt. D. Sherman. M. Joseph, E. McDonald. H. McNamee, M. Kotryes. Second Row—L. to R.- R. Ballentine, H. Downing, J. Narbetsky, T. Sandlo p, J. Chernitiski, R. Dunn, T. Sterling, N. Garrard, T. Findley, J. Murrin, Back Row—L. to R.—Coach Heinzer, Ass’t Coach McDowell, E. Kieskoski, R. Murphy, P. Betty, Student Manager Keck, Faculty Manager Storey. SENIOR MAGNET ■' SENIDR MAGNET ■ Varsity Football You got to want to!” That was the motto of the football team. Their records prove that they wanted to. The 1933 football season was the most successful since 1926. At the beginning of the season, the outlook for a good team was gloomy. Here is where our coaches proved their value. They showed their ability to make fine football players from mediocre material. Head Coach Rege Heinzer put out another great line. It was the lightest, but one of the fastest and hardest charging lines that ever wore the Gold and White. We have to stop here to express, in humble words, our appreciation for the feats of that line. They all did well. Mike Josephs, the pivot man of our team, was one of the best centers B. H. S. ever had. He has yet to make a really bad pass. He was a deadly tackier, stopping many reverse plays before they got started. Ponikiski, McDonald, and Findley, what a trio of guards! Any coach would be proud of this combination. And lest we forget—Ponikiski, the fierce tackier, a fifth man in the opponent’s backfield, a veritable demon on both offense and defense, was chosen by Krutz, the Press sports writer, as an honorable mention W. P. I. A. L. guard. McDonald came through his first year as varsity guard with flying colors. Gug was honored by Alger as a W. P. I. A. L. guard. Tom Findley, the lightest lineman on the team, was handicapped by injuries, but every time he was sent in he left nothing to be desired. McNamee, Donaldson, Stirling and Garrard, the lightest tackles ever put out by Coach Heinzer, spent many a Saturday afternoon in the enemy backfield smearing up plays. Kotryes, Walker and Downing, all playing their last year for B. H. S., did their part well. Very few plays were run around our ends. Coach McDowell produced one of the fastest backfields that ever toted a ball for Butler. The generalship of our flashy captain and quarterback, Don Sherman, will not soon be forgotten. Remember his ruination of Van-dergrift's title hopes by his excellent punting? And how about that hard-running full-back, Tony Sandloop? Dag’s passing was feared by all. And did we like his open-field blocking? Slitz Naribetsky, a cool, consistent half-back, was always on the alert, taking every break. Slitz ran all of our delayed buck and spinners, and gained many a necessary yard for the Gold and White. Ballentine, the speed demon, although he was hurt in mid-season, had the diffi- (Continued on Page seventy-two) Page sixty-five CKJ On BOYS CLASS BASKETBALL Seated—L. to R.—H. McDonald. J. Thompson. Manager W. Smith. R. Warnick, M. Josephs. Standing—L. to R.—J. Krul, M. Kotryes, W. Boyd, R. Keck, H. Downing, D. Sherman, A. O’Donnel. SENIOR MAGNET A Senior Class Basketball As freshman, the team had a very fine record. We finished the season with a tie for second place, winning three and losing two of our games. In our second year of basketball, we were just as successful, again tying , for second place, being nosed out by the B Juniors. After losing our first two games to the upper-classmen, we came back strong to beat our most-hated rival, the B Seniors, 32-10, and to earn two other victories, again taking second place. One of the best games in the four years was when we, as A Seniors, beat the school, 25-22. Between halves Al O’Toole put on the Extravaganza of the Century in real O'Toole fashion. The boys who played for our class team during our high school career are Boyd, captain of the A Senior team, Jack Thompson, Downing, R. Keck, Krul, Sherman, Kotryes, H. McDonald, Warnick, Josephs, S. Rock, L. and C. Warren, Holom and S. Pawk, who have left a record of which we are proud. We shall never forget our manager, Bill Smith; none can rank beside Bill as a hard-working, never-tiring manager. He did all any manager could do to produce a good team. Our B Bearers Our class of January, '33, can proudly boast the honor of possessing thirteen letter men with thirty B's among them. This collection consists of fifteen football, six basketball, and nine track letters. DONALD D. SHERMAN, better known as Don , unquestionably leads this group of athletes. He has nine letters in his possession, three each in basketball, football and track. He was captain of all three teams, an honor never before bestowed upon an athlete of Butler High School. In football he played in the backfield, this season running his team from a quarterback position. In basketball, he played forward, while in track he featured in the sprints and hurdles. RICHARD BALLENTINE, Dick, faithfully earned his four letters, two in track and two in football. He played end in football his first season, but was shifted to the backfield last year. In track he ran the hurdles and sprints. } MICHAEL KOTRYES, Mike, has earned two letters in basketball and one in football. He played center in basketball and held down right end on the gridiron. (Continued on Page seventy-two) Page sixty-seven SENIOR MAGNET Girls’ Class Basketball The team was organized in our sophomore year with Margaret Lobuono as captain. Our first year the game was new to us and at our first game we were so scared and so bashful that well—the score is a deep, dark secret. As the years went on, our score went up, but not os fast as the years did. In our junior year we lost our prominent forward, Zethina Sloan, through illness. That year several of the positions were changed, which helped our scoring a lot but not quite enough to make us champions. In 1933 we were honorable seniors with Mary Jane McIntosh as captain. The girls played a very fair, steady game of basketball and we won quite a few of our games. More important, it can truly be said that we were always good sports. Now to introduce to you the girls of the team: Mary Jane McIntosh—Captain, forward and guard. Peppy, good-natured, always on the job, quick to see every chance—that's Mary Jane. Do you wonder that she made a good captain? Margaret Lobuono—Forward. As a cheerleader, Peg wouldn't be much good with that quiet little voice of hers, but as a basketball player, we need not say much about Peg, for she sure lives up to the Lobuono name. Virginia McCormick—Stellar guard or forward, who played a consistent floor game and also did her share of the scoring. (Maybe the cheering from certain fans helped.) Louise Russell—Center. Louise, the best sport in our class, helped to win her title by her action on the basketball floor. Always she was an example of what a fine and true sport should be. Virginia Dumbaugh—Side center. Virginia's snappy black eyes may have danced with excitement in the heat of tRe battle, but they danced to some purpose when she took care of our opponent's center. Naomi Horwitz—Guard. When Naomi joined our team, she not only brought to us a good guard but a witty one, who eased the tension many a time with those wise-cracks of hers. Grace Shuttleworlh—Guard. Grace is one of our best guards, and showed ability as well as loyalty in her team work, and by always being on hand. Wilda Logan—Guard. Wilda played a very good game, and was the kind of person we were glad to have on the team—cheerful, a hard worker, and o good sport. Page sixty-nine Page seventy Page seventy-one SENIOR MAGNET Varsity Football— (Continued from Page sixty-five) cult task of playing two positions, end and backfield. We re proud of the way Dick did his part. Chernitski, the shifty back, by his off-tackle gallops, made many an opposing coach stare. Our lowly scrubs! No team can have a successful season without them. Hail to our scrubs! They had some mighty good players. Warren Thompson played both center and end—it takes versatility to do that. Bob Murphy, scrub guard, and Shuber, an end, were always in there working hard. Betty, Dunn, and Kiezokowski, sub-backs, filled in capably whenever the regulars were taken out. Coffman, Webster, and John Josephs were always roughing it up. J. Josephs gave his own brother a few to take home. Butler won six games and lost two. They earned victories over Mars, Vandergrift, Ellwood City, Har-Brac, Tarentum and Stowe Twp. They lost to Beaver Falls and New Castle. Oui Bearers— [Continued from Page sixty-seven) MICHAEL JOSEPHS, Moose , to his teammates and friends, showed superb power on the gridiron in the past two seasons. He played center and was second choice in the W. P. I. A. L. ratings this season. MITCHELL PONIKISKI, Mitch , also earned two letters for his splendid work in football. Mitch filled the position of guard, giving the opponent plenty of trouble all the time. HOWARD DOWNING, Rip , completes a trio of two-letter men in football. He sure could catch passes when playing at an end position. WILLIAM SHAFFER, Bill , hurdled his way in track to receive two letters. Going o'er the top was easy for Bill . ROBERT MURPHY, Murf , came through this season on the gridiron to earn for himself a football letter. He played at a guard position. RICHARD HARRISON, Dick', also earned his letter in football. He played tackle in 32, but was ineligible this last season. ALVIN O'DONNELL, Al , made a track letter in the spring of ’32. He ran the sprints and did his part on the relay team. JAMES MOORE, Jim, featured as a javelin thrower on the track team to earn his letter B. THOMAS KRESGE, Tom, stoolied the basketball team in the ‘32-’33 season. He was rewarded with a letter for his fine work. REYNOLD KECK, Renny, got his letter as student manager in football. He did very efficient work. Page seventy-four SENIOR MAGNET Page seventy-five SENIDR MAGNET Their Waterloos Idelette Donaldson It is midnight, January,.2033. The wind blows fiercely up and down the graveyard. What graveyard? Why, that at Westminster Abbey where all great men and women are interred, including—need we add?—the full one hundred and thirty-five of the January class of 1934. It is precisely ninety-nine years and a day since the morning that illustrious class kissed their teachers farewell, swore by the sacred shades of this Senior Magnet to hold a reunion at the specified time, and stumbled down the steps never to return. Midnight—and one hundred and thirty-five white-clad figures stir, bethink themselves of the reunion to which they are so solemnly bound, and assemble in ghostly conclave in the center of the graveyard. And the subject of their discourse is neither business, babies, nor budgets, but How We Died. I, says a white-clad figure in a high state of indignation, certainly suffered the most horrible death of all. Fancy having a pillow hurled into your mouth when you were discussing your operation! Horwitz! comes the sibilant whisper. 'Certainly. It was my appendix. The doctor said— Pooh! interrupts Velma Hummel, approaching through the darkness. What's an appendix? Suppose he had left his pliers in you as he did in me! That's how I died. 'Snothing to be proud of, sniffs John Crow, who now bears a remarkable resemblance to Mahatma Ghandi. I made the front page; they put me in the headlines. Thousands of dogs have bitten men but I was the first to bite a dog. Hydrophobia and death—but the fame was worth it.’ And Mr. Crow sticks his chest out so far that it hits little Kitty Clemens, who is snoozing against a tombstone. Can't somebody invent stockings that won't run? she inquires in a plaintive voice. I was mending my stockings and accidentally sat down on the needle. That's how I died. And Kitty bursts into woeful weeping. That’s nothing, wails Mary Broman. Just consider my sad fate—got my false teeth in upside down and chewed myself to pieces. At this moment a gruesome-looking figure punches his companion, ond croaks in the voice of Bob Murphy, Here’s Squeak Moore, who squeaked once too often.” But Squeak is peeved, and refuses to give the details. Page seventy-six SENIDR MAGNET Shiver my timbers! exclaims Bob Plyler (alias Wales) in an eerie tone. How many times did I die? With a knife in my back, and in front of two thousand people. Hark! From the outskirts of the crowd is heard the sound of wailing and gnashing of teeth, and Sarver pushes through. Rattle my bones! he cries, suiting the action to the word. I would have been hanged by the neck if they hadn't needed me for the orchestra. A fit death. But to die of a stubbed toe! What an end for a murderer! And Sarver pulls his hair and grinds his teeth in dismay and fury. The conclave waits in sympathetic silence while Pacoe, Shutters, Wick, and Scarpetti lead him from the scene. At this instant a red-headed ghost advances carrying Gregg's Shorthand Studies which he had refused to be buried without. If you have never seen a red-headed ghost before, step forward and take a good look at this one, who answers to the name of Pinkie Croll. What, he demands, having long been an admirer of a certain brunette, killed Virginia Dumbaugh? Vir-gin- murmurs the white-clad figure meditatively. Ah, yes, poor girl, interrupts Walter Hollefreund. She met her Waterloo, all right. She made one too many strike-overs in typing class. By this time it is nearing dawn. The moon is fading. There is a faint, faint streak of light on the eastern horizon. The ghostly group eye it in alarm. A moan arises from their midst and shrills to a high crescendo. It issues from the throat of Charles Frederick. I must return to the grave—and I can't rest easy! Lilies at my head, but a brickbat at my feet—a brickbat—brickbat! I can't rest easy! Too bad, too bad, says Lucille DeFoggi in a solicitous tone as she rustles her white robe. The lilies from Miss Betty Campbell, and the brickbat from whom? Whom, indeed? snarls poor Chuck, looking very ghostly in .the wan light. Whom, indeed, but my rival, that caitiff Eugene Morgan? Charles begins to weep, not the small tears of humans, but huge buck-etsful. The tears flow on, and assume the proportions of a river. But, hark! What sound is that? The cocks crow! The spell is broken. The reunion is over. The whole sepulchral group fades away. The ground heaves once and is still. But the waters flow on, growing stronger and more turbulent, to sweep away Butler High School and a thousand more. It will be known to future generations as Frederick's Flood—and might well have occurred one hundred years before, so this hair-brained story had never been written. Page seventy-seven SENIOR MAGNET Walter Winchell With a copious flood of tears pouring down our wasted (from too much thinking) cheeks, we watch the present A Senior class graduate. Alas, beloved (?) Walter passes with them out into the cruel, cruel world, and Winchell carries on alone. Also—what will this column do without such devoted couples as Bill Smith Peg Lobuono, Dick Harrison Max Olson, Peg Sy-bert Bob Moore, Chuck Frederick Betty Campbell, and Rennie Keck and his harem? No wonder Mary Broman rates—she got a head start on the other girls. Take a glance at the picture of her and Gilbert Wilson. . . . We hear that Bill Shaffer wanted to go back after the Vergil party to thank that guy Vergil for his nice par+y, and anyway he hadn't even met him yet. (Bill thinks he's witty, but the guy who wrote Snow-bound was Whittier). . . . Dot Hulton is lovely—she admits it. When Billy Beach asked her one morning how she was, she replied, Lovely, thank you! .... All the boys in high school are jealous of Mr. Mixer, since he captured all the girls' hearts by playing such a swell villain, a la Fairbanks. . . . But don't worry—Josephine Kellen still will be loyal to her Jimmie. . . Ask Evelyn Stover what happened when Johnnie McClung and Dite Ralston called at the same time on her birthday, and got their lines crossed. . . . Dick Harrison must have bribed the Committee on Committees to put him and Max on the same committee..We wish George Mitchell would make up his mind whether he likes Betty Little or Peg Sybert better, so we could get a little dirt on him, too. . . . Virginia McCormick is pretty tied up. At least Dick I. has bracelets on her. . . . We understand Martha Davis took art lessons this fall, so she could appreciate properly Lewis Hays' share of the drawings in this book. . . . We wonder if Martha Thompson's favorite expression will always be Great Scott! . . . Good things come in small packages, says Dale Byers and Omar Dean Wasson. Could they possibly be referring to Dulcie Bubak? . . . Did you know that Jack Thompson has turned woman-hater 'cause of Casey Nicholas? . . . More of those infernal triangles : Grace Shuttleworth, Jimmy Horan, and Don Neely; Nat Brown, Peg Sybert, and Betty Little; Dick Matlack, Betty Lou Beatty, and Pouline Logan. . . . Have you noticed that there are more girls than boys wearing letters in high school? Now, what we want to know is, who is going to get Rip Downing's? .... Pathetic pictures; Tucker O'Brien sitting in Study Hall, patiently waiting for Page seventy-eight SENIOR MAGNET Mary Jane McIntosh. . . . Bob Lewis has forsaken the N. R. A., and has joined up with the B. P. H. (Blondes Preferred Here) Club. We admit, tho, that Betty Jane Allen is a darn good reason for it. . . . Mrs. Taylor just can’t understand why Lettie intermittently bursts out with My Future Just Passed! Maybe she doesn't remember that Wendell has to pass their house to get home. . . . We understand Roy Coffman is a speed demon. He spent two hours trying to get out of Meadville the time the gang of boys went up there. . . . Hazel Gluckman expects to love working in Gim-bel s this spring. . . . But how will Taa Miller ever get along without Ray Lewis to do her extra typing for her. . . . Bruno Zotter's mustachio baffles us. How can we get a line on who his inspiration is? ... . We give up. . . Guess we won't even sign our names. . . . (Editor’s Note: Walter thought he was going to get away with something, but we can’t let him do it. His name? Let us give you a hint—What do we associate with February 14? Yes, children,—change the V to a B, and you have it. That's Walter. Now, who is Winchell?) Where To Do Business 15 Years From Now Hove your horses shoed by Don Sherman at Sherman's Blacksmith Shop. Have your radios fixed by Richard Matlack of Colbert Matlack. Buy your insurance from George Mitchell of Mitchell's Insurance Co. Get your coal from Virginia McCormick representing McCormick Coal Co. Fill your gas tank at Rock Springs by Taa Miller. Have your appendix removed by Jack Thompson. Buy your false teeth from Lettie Taylor. Buy the milk for the baby at Biehl's Grocery' from William Biehl. Have your car greased by Greasehound Keck at Keck's Garage. Buy your second hand athletes' goods (formerly Butler High School equipment) at Mike Joseph's Sport Shop. Hop to the music of Ray Pacoe and his orchestra. Buy red flannels at Duke Warnick's Clothing Store. Buy your castor oil at Harrison's Drug Store. Boys, get your chickens at Abes' Meat Shop. Treat the gang with pop from Silverman’s Pop Works. Buy your tires from Leroy Slupe at Lindsay Slope. SENIOR MAGNET From the Mayor’s Files Idelette Donaldson Mr. Geo. Bob Wiclc, Mayor Butler, Penna. Mar. 2, 1953. Letter received. Will accept post. Have never managed lunatics before but am delighted to try my hand. My age? Twenty-nine. Health? Fine. Hair? Dark black. Salary demanded? Inconsequential—shall work for love of my job. Will catch midnight train for Butler and assume duties as Chief Manager of Butler Lunatic Asylum for Light-Heade Loons on Monday morning. Your troubles are over. Cheerio! Percival Graves, New York P. S. Am bringing my wife, the former Anna Coyle. The little woman has had much experience with nuts and can give us many valuable pointers. She was graduated with the Jan. Class of '34, B. H. S. Mr. Geo. Bob Wick, Mayor Butler, Penna. March 15, 1953. Duties underway. L. H. L.'s proving somewhat refractory. Thought to entertain them with a duet by the distinguished carollers, Madam Lucille Fleisher and Monsieur Halbert Cupps. After the performance found six bales of cotton missing from the store-room. Cannot understand. Inmate No. 29, Stephan Husar, spends time pulling cook's sash. Cook resigned. No. 30, Kenneth Rennick, has pilfered twenty ladders from the gardner and swears to elope with Virginia Weigle, No. 90. Gardner resigned. Gilbert Rieger has taken to barking, calling himself Fido, and trailing at parlormaid's heels. Parlormaid resigned. Please advise. Percival Graves, Lunatic Asylum, Half-Wit St. P. S. Send ten extra straight-jackets at once. Pulled out sixty gray hairs last night. Am sending them by parcel post. SEN ID R MAGNET Mr. Geo. Bob Wick, Mayor Butler, Penna. April 5, 1953. Lewis Hays, Inmate No. 49, has grown hair ten yards long and is scribbling poetry on the roof. Wilda Logan, Geraldine Patterson, and Irene McGary are marathon-skating up and down the chimney. Rhea Gerber insists on baking buns for Josephs, Kotryes, and Downing to play football with. Kotryes in hospital with fractured skull. Was hit by stale bun. Bob Geyer laid up with sprained ankle—I warned him to quit toe-dancing but Geyer refused to obey. Paul Laughner scribbling shorthand on dining room tablecloth, Ray Lewis on living room ceiling. Please advise. Also send money for hospital bills. Percival Graves, Lunatic Asylum, Half-Wit St. P. S. You said this job was a cinch. Have you deceived me? Am sending sixty-nine more gray hairs by parcel post. I demand a salary increase of at least $200 per month. P. S. Have you a sure cure for the nightmare? For the luwa Heaven, send at once. Mr. Geo. Bob Wick, Mayor Butler, Penna. April 28, 1953. The wife has deserted me. Left yesterday with Inmate No. 33, Bob Moore, on the latter's kiddy-kar. Moore last seen speeding out of town, clad in panywaist and waving rattle. Bob Murphy has also developed an infant complex. His only words are goo-goo-ga-da. Inmates Ponikiski, McCall, and Shulters have taken to camping nights in Typewriting Room T in the Butler High School, where they used to type till midnight when they were seniors twenty years ago. They say the typewriter covers make excellent tents. If the date above is not correct, please excuse it. Ray Oester-ling has taken to gnawing the calendar leaves, and I never know whether today is yesterday or tomorrow. Life is the divvil for the keeper of an Insane Asylum. The light-headed loons are showing no improvement whatsoever. Ruth Kemper is fishing out of the bedroom window. Kathleen Little is chasing fireflies on the lawn. Judge Dick Warnick (Hizzoner) is trailing his robes up and down the bock alley, and knocking his gavel on the fences. Hiram McDonald, Bob Wilkin, James McPher- Page eighty-one SENIOR MAGNET son, Paul Wick, and the Asylum chickens are very busy pecking Neighbor William Wilson's corn. Catherine Daubick. Eleanor Crispin, Josephine Kellen, and Mo y Elizabeth Keefer are engaged in a hotly contested bridge battle. They have wrecked twelve tables this week, when they missed their partner’s legs and kicked the table. Marian Shields is typing in the pantry and has attained the marvelous record of 999,801 words per minute by the clock. Filomena Sassone and Martha Thompson are wildly insisting that the clock has stopped. Percival Graves, Lunatic Asylum, Half-Wit St. P. S. Have saved the worst for the last. Fire broke out in the west wing last week. Exact cause unknown—either Marie Jenkin's hair, or Mary Jane McIntosh frying an egg. Damage $2,000. Sara Levin was attempting to drive and unfortunately knocked off the whole front of the Asylum. Damage, $3,500. Please advise. P. P. S. Wish to correct a statement made last month about my hair. The said hair is now completely gray and is fast falling. Please rush that nightmare cure. Mr. Geo. Bob Wick, Mayor Butler, Penna. May 15, 1953. Wish to cancel that order for nightmare cure. And you need not bother sending the black wig you have purchased. Am giving up the ship. Shall no longer reign as Manager of the Butler Lunatic Asylum. Would suggest that you secure some strong-minded individual to take my place. I nominate any of the Faculty Literary Advisors of the Magnet. Am leaving at once to take up permanent residence in the Pittsburgh Home for Nuts. Have found congenial companions there—Jane May, Dorothy Johnston, June Huselton, Bertha McAnallen and Bruna Nini. Address your letters to Inmate No. 403. Percival Graves, Lunatic Asylum, Half-Wit St. P. S. Please give my love to Jimmy Horan. You'll find him out in the apple tree, picking cherries. Also to Kitty Clemens, who is camping by the mouse-hole. Page eighty-two SENIDR MAGNET Last Will and Testament We, the extraordinary, unsurpassed, brilliant Class of January, Nineteen Thirty-four, Anna Dominoes (cribbed from Dickens), being in our normal state of insanity do hereby, forthwith, herein, thereby, etc., bequeath and bestow upon our fellow men these beloved and cherished possessions: Bill Shaffer leaves his famous fire extinguisher to Miss Critchlow, notwithstanding the fact that she has already been deluged by the greater part of its contents. Mary Broman leaves her popularity to Ruth Sprenkle, not that Ruth needs any more. Idelette Donaldson leaves a few extra brain cells to Betty Greenough and Marian Binford. Dick Ballentine regrets that he must leave Gretchen with the B Seniors, but he refuses to bequeath her to anyone. Evelyn Stover leaves her gabbing ability to Ruth Campbell. Grace Sutton gives a few pounds of avoirdupois to Marietta Smith. Room 203 leaves Miss Orr getting gray hairs over this card-exchanging business. Dot Hulton leaves her good looks to Esther Nicholas, and her brother Bill to be President of the next A Senior Class. The Class as a whole bequeaths their Commencement song Welcome Sweet Springtime to some future class, suggesting that it be used by a June class next time. Bob Plyler grins as he leaves his conceit to Maurice Strawbridge. Peg Lobuono leaves her prodigious voice to Miss Reed to use the next time she gets laryngitis. Don Sherman shares his athletic ability with Johnny Chernitski. Ray Stewart leaves his height to Biil Sutton. Arthur Baron leaves his snazzy ties to Dale Byers. Dick Matlack, Jack Thompson and Shiek Wasson leave those terrible mixtures of theirs to chemistry lab. Noisy Gilbert Wilson leaves his talkativeness to quiet little Charles Bell. Peg (Heart-Breaker) Sybert leaves a trail of broken hearts to anyone who'll take the trouble to patch them up. The entire class leaves the Faculty to the rest of the students, and requests that the students be just as good boys and girls as we have always been. We appoint President Roosevelt and Joe Penner executors of this our last gesture of magnificent generosity. Page eigbty-tlyree SEN I □ R MAGNET Class of January, 1934 C—aim .... L—itfle .. A—mbitious S—weet ... S—taunch .. .... Helen Pritner ... Betty Little .... Wilda Logan Mary Broman Hazel Gluckman O—bedient ...................... Bob Wilkin F—a la ................ Senior Music N—utty......... Rosemary Honenberger I —rksome ..................... Our Lessons N—eat Dorothy Starr E—arnest.................Walter Hollefreund T—rue ................................. Rose Harkowitz E—gotist................. Bob Plyler E—Ifish ..................... Marian O'Brien N—erts ...................... John Crow T—houghtful .......... Idelette Donaldson H—andsome............ Dick Harrison I —rish ...................... Bob Murphy R—adiant ..................... Peggy Sybert T—ranquil ............... Helen Cunningham Y—outhful ....................Archie Baron F—amous ................................... Dick Ballentine O—rnamental Girl Reserves' ribbons U-—rchin..................... Pinkie Croll R.—eliable ..................... George Mitchell Chemistry of Our Class Radium—Bright—Idelette Donaldson Nitrogen—Very important—Dick Ballentine Phosphorous—Hard to Handle—Mike Kotryes Iron Sulphide—Red Powder—What all A Sr. girls use Argon—Inactive in Chemistry—Omar Wasson Sodium—Active—Reynold Keck Diamond—Beautiful—Maxine Olson Mercury—Heavy—Wendell Stamm Page eighty-four SENIOR MAGNET Senior Predicaments Ten little seniors, sitting in a line, Oswald fell off; then there were nine. Nine little seniors, looking for a date, Heginbotham found one; then there were eight. Eight little seniors, on their way to heaven, Horewitz started talking; then there were seven. Seven little seniors, all hurling bricks, Gluckman stopped one; then there were six. Six little seniors, started for a ride, Broman couldn't start her Dodge; then there were five. Five little seniors, whom we all adore, Keck turned woman-hater; then there were four. Four little seniors, couldn't all agree, Sybert went to sulk; then there were three. Three little seniors, want something to do, Donaldson started studying; then there were two. Two little seniors, all their work done, Croll fell asleep; then there was one. One little senior, left all alone, Moore died of boredom; then there were none. Class Poker Ace—Don Sherman. Straight Flush—Dorothy Hulton's cheeks. Four of a Kind—(Honor Students) Richard Matlack, Bill Boyd, Helen Pritner and Dorothy Starr. Two Pairs—Lettie Taylor and Wendell Stamm; Margaret Lobuono and Bill Smith. Pair of Jacks—Jack Sarver and Jack Thompson. Pair of Deuces (Wild)—Jim Moore and Bill Shaffer. Full House—The Thirteenth Chair Joker—Alvin O'Toole. Pair of Tens—Howard Downing's shoes. Three Queens—Miss Orr, Miss Reed and Miss Riggle. Page eighty-five - -- SENIOR MAGNET - ■ ■ Leaves Stolen From Senior Diaries August 6, 1933— Today it is raining, so I can't play tennis with Bob McClung. I'm so disappointed. Helen Cunningham. November 28, 1933— Believe I need glasses. Every time I open my Virgil book to study, I seem to see Mary Roy Coffman. September 10, 1933— Today I wrote to George in New Brighton. I sure hope we can make up. Marian Shields. November 15, 1933— Boy, am I hot! Detective in the senior play, and Salutatorian on Commencement Night. Wouldn't surprise me I'd be President of the U. S. some day- Reynold Keck. November 18, 1933— Been wishing again today that I was good looking. Oh well, there is some consolation. I can show them all how to get French. Dorothy Hulton. December 22, 1933— Today my heroic instinct came to the fore. I chanced by just when Naomi Horwitz fell and injured her ankle on the ice. I carried her to the Dr.'s office. Paul Wick. December 6, 1933— Oh, how thrilled I'd be if Bill Boyd would only speak to me as often as he did today! Helen Pritner. December 10, 1933— You know, diary, I have gained ten pounds in the last three weeks. I'm so glad I started eating Tasty Yeast. Idelette Donaldson. November 25, 1933— Well, I must practice my piano lesson, if I want to be the Samaroff of my senior class. Maxine Olson. October 2, 1933— I wish I could have curly hair, but instead I'm going today to get my first permanent. Grace Shuttleworth. Page eighty-six SENIDR MAGNET December I, 1933— Good luck come my way Friday nite. I Had a date with one of those Conference boys. Was he swell? Just ask me! Irene McGary. October 4, 1925— Hurrah! Hurrah! I got my first boyish haircut today. I look like my big brother now! Elliott Robb. November 14, 1933— Do you know, diary, that Roberta and I are getting along marvelously. I come out Pearl street about every night now, and do I like it. Robert Irwin. October 17, 1933— Decided today I would go to Tech and become a football star. Perhaps if I work hard enough I can be an all-American. Jimmy Horan. January 15, 1934— Missed my first day of school in nine and one-half years. Lewis Hays. January 18, 1934— Well, here I am at last, at Slippery Rock, with Bill to show me the ropes! Am I going to enjoy learning to be a school teacher? Lucille Oswald. (Editor's Note: The leaf from Lewis Hays' diary is actually true.) We Wonder If— Bill Biehl will always be bashful? Ed Schreckengost will always be a ladies' man? Dick Warnick will ever learn French? Paul Laughner will ever try roller skating down South Main Street hill? Marcella Overheim will succeed in domesticating Johnnie? Bill Cbchran will ever let people see his really delightful sense of humor? The Phantom Five will recognize Slim Galson with a diploma in his hand? We will ever find out why Jim Hockenberry likes the New Castle road so well? Is it because Martha Raybuck lives out that way? Paul Wick will ever get courage enough to ask her? Bill Wilson will always drive an Austin (We hope not)? Sam Ross and Tony DeRita will always be pals? Mike Spina will ever break his unruffled calm? Helen Stokes has such a preference for red hair? Dick Matlack will ever quit fussing with radios? Page eighty-seven SENIOR MAGNET Answers to Baby 1. Hazel Gluckman 2. Virginia Weigle 3. Mary Elizabeth Keefer 4. William Biehl 5. Mary Jane McIntosh 6. Betty Campbell 7. Elliott Robb 8. Rhea Gerber 9. Helen Louise Pritner 10. Natalie Silverman I I. Geraldine Patterson 12. Wendell Stamm 13. Betty Cook 14. Paul Wick 15. Roy Coffman Picture Puzzles 16. Catherine Clemens 17. Marcella Overheim 18. Lucille DeFoggi 19. Virginia Dumbaugh 20. Lawrence Goodman 21. Lucille DeFoggi (in the middle) 22. Irene McGary 23. Maxine Olson 24. Filomena Sassone 25. Dorothy Johnson 26. June Huselton 27. William Cochran 28. Marie Jenkins 29. Steve Husar 30. Charles Frederick What Will B. H. S. be Like Without Lewis Hays on the Magnet staff. Betty and Chuck strolling through the halls together. Helen Cunningham's violin solos. Nomy Horewitz's wise cracks. Peg Lobuono's wee, small voice. Bob Moore's dimples. Rosemary Honenberger's eternal line of chatter. Mary Jane McIntosh's discourse on the cosmetic ray. Wendell Stamm's bass notes on that huge horn he plays in Senior music. John Crow's mischievous pranks. Larry Goodman's talent for saving the day when nobody can answer the teacher's question. Gerry Patterson's curls. Bill Shaffer not making fire extinguishers—to turn on Miss Critchlow. The class of '34 in general. t Page eighty-eight SENIOR MAGNET Usn’s Seniors, 1934 A—is for Aaron—she's sure a star............ (Regina) 6—is for Brown—her drawing will go far...... (Roberta) C—is for Campbell— Chuck is her law ......... (Betty) D—is for Don—and con he play football........(Sherman) E—is for Evelyn—our joy and pride ........ Heginbotham F—is for Frederick—a guy true and tried......(Charles) S—is for George—Girls! don't crowd! ...... (Mitchell) H—is for Harriscn—of his looks we're proud.....(Dick) I —is for Idelette—right there, you bet!.. (Donaldson) J —is for James—a tiny boy yet.................(Horan) K—is for Keck—he's in everything going ....... (Renny) L—is for Louise—a bright jewel glowing .... (Russell) M —is for Miller— Taa is her name ............ (Mary) N—is for Naomi—and she's sure some dame.....(Horewitz) O—is for Oswald—one we can trust.............(Lucille) P—is for Peggy—a favorite with us.............(Sybert) Q—is for Quick! —should be our motto.................. R—is for Red —that hair! Oh! Oh.......(Hazel Gluckman) S—is for Sutton—our memory recalls.............(Grace) T—is for TEAM Rah! Beat Beaver Falls!.................. U—is for Usn's—ain't we got fun?.............(Seniors) ' i V—is for Visitors—they're bound to come................ W—is for Wendell—a real sport you'll see.......(Stamm) X—Y—Zembroski—ends this to a tee. Our Senior Pictures By Bill Wilson We seniors feel we should not depart without leaving the sincere condolences of our whole class to Mr. Fetterhoff for having to take our pictures. If anybody thinks his price too high, they just don't know what they are talking about. When one considers the expense of camera repairs he has had on our account, we wonder that his prices are so reasonable. Pinky Croll tells us that when he went down to the studio, at the very first shot the lense cracked through Page eighty-nine :' SENIOR MAGNET =■ the center, and at the second attempt it dropped to the floor. As Elliott Robb placed himself carefully before the camera's eye, it opened up and began to laugh hysterically. After Lettie Taylor had tried for nearly five minutes to get seated properly, the old camera just refused to snap. A little later, when Gilbert Wilson got placed for his picture, the camera began to shake and quiver violently. We don't know whether it was scared or just laughing, but it took about ten minutes for it to get over the spell. We understand that Mr. Fetterhoff had no trouble taking Dot Hulton and Dick Harrison, our best looking pair; but when Virginia McCormick and Bob Plyler came up, old Mr. Camera just turned up his nose and refused to work. At Mike Matzko's approach ,it emitted a positive groan. (We fear it thought Mike was about to recite his favorite(?) memory selection from English IV A). There is also a rumor that after Tom (Kittanning) Kresge had his picture taken, the operator worked for over an hour getting the machine bock in shape and apparently did not succeed very well, for when Grace Shuttleworth approached, it gave a jump into the air and began to spin like a top. Then it got all tangled up in Fred Snyder's curly hair, and only the prompt arrival of Sea-scout Bob Geyer with his deep knowledge of intricate knots prevented a catastrophe. We will spare you further heart-rending details about the camera's broken parts and peculiar actions caused by Rosemary Honenberger, Betty Cook, Walter Fediaczko, Jack Thompson, Chuck Glover and, in fact, nearly our whole class; but we regret to report that it has been permanently out of commission since it focused its last poor lens on Bruno Zotter's mustache! After this, we feel sure you will all realize that Mr. Fetterhoff is a man to be pitied. To him, as one last act of kindness, we leave the sympathy of the Class of January, '34. Famous Sayings by Famous People Archie Baron—What is this irresistible attraction about me? John Crow—The doctor ordered me to chew gum, Miss Orr. Bud Diehl—I certainly am not going to allow this girl to be bullied and badgered in the usual fashion. Miss Orr—Put that gum in the basket! Vite! Bill Schaffer—Yes, Miss Critchlow. Gretchen Schaffner—Where's Dick? Bob Irwin—I'm just pleasingly plump. Naomi Horwitz—Aw, none of your lip! Professor Hogg—Fiddlesticks! SENIOR MAGNET Lawrence Goodman—You're full of condensed prunes! Roy Coffman—Just a gigolo, that's all. Louise Russell—Is Freddy out there? Hymen Abes—Honestly, I was sick, teacher. Hal Cupps—After you've had three years' experience in the glee club. Peg Lobuona—Aw, go take a swim! Bill Boyd—Bring your money Wednesday. Alice Brown—Wanna buy a duck? Miss Purvis—Naughty children! Twenty Years From Now Hiram McDonald will be taking Lieut. Schultz's place on the force. Joe Krul will still be trying to get up courage to ask HER for a dance. Steve Rock will be writing a book on Basketball as It Was Played in MY Day. Virginia Dumbaugh will be filing all the little boys and girls in Trie fi::1 grade how she did not miss a day for eight years when she went to school. Rose Harkowitz will be still trying to decide whether to take Herb or one of her three Johns. Walter Fediaczko will be the recipient of a gold medal as the most public-spirited citizen of Highfields. Claude McCall will still be trailing around with Ray Lewis. Rosemary Honenberger will be champion swimmer of the world. Caught her inspiration from John Dickey. Lucille Fleischer will be buying herself a summer home on Lake Erie with the proceeds of her first book. Ovid Thompson, back in his beloved Canada, will be head of the Northwest Mounted. Herman Diehl will be giving the children music lessons on the bass drum. Bruna Nini will be living at ease on the proceeds of her famous book, How To Tell Oneself from One's Twin Sister. Nomy Horewitz will be the Edna Wallace Hopper of the radio. Tonight she will be heard in When You Are Over Sixty and Feel Like Sixteen. Grace Sutton, also of radio fame, will take Kate Smith's place with When the Moon Comes Over the Mountain. Page ninety-one SENIOR MAGNET READ IT AND WEEP Teacher's room on second floor—sudden crash above. Miss Montgomery— I wonder if the price of the Magnet just fell. Miss Bartley— No, the bottom fell out of the joke department. A stud's definition of the faculty— A body of people paid to let the seniors run the school. Miss Doerr (dictating prose)— Slave, where is thy horse? Evelyn Stover (startled)— It's under my chair, Miss Doerr, but I wasn't using it. Joe Krul— Why did the juniors take the high jump in the meet? Steve Rock— I know why. Because they haven't anything in their heads to hold them down. Mr. Palmer to small daughter— Now, dear, the longer you sleep the more vpu will grow. Small Daughter— Papa, how long did you sleep? We wonder just what Mike Matzko was thinking about in IV A English the other day when he said: The man was killed, and later died. Bill Jack: I'm sorry you're glad I’m mad at you. Lucille Oswald: And I’m glad you're sorry I'm glad! We understand that our little Scotch friend Hiram while out fishing was bitten by a fish. Could it be that he was trying to get the worm out of its mouth? Anna Coyle: What's that awful noise over in 206? Regina Aaron: Dunno; maybe someone dropped some solid geometry. Little Willie Shaffer— Say, Pop, what is worldly wisdom? Mr. Shaffer— Worldly wisdom, my son, is a perfect understanding of the failings of our neighbors. Maxine— Can’t you say one good word to me? Dick— Yes; good night! Page ninety-two SENIDR MAGNET They tell of Betty Cook that when she was six, one of her teeth dropped out. Mummy! Mummy! she cried in great alarm. Come quick! I'm coming to pieces! Bill Smith: Hear about the big fight last night? Ray Stewart: No. What happened? Bill: Our kitten licked its paw. Edward Scarpetti informs us that in his experience with high school there are several months when it is particularly dangerous not to study. They are: October, May, December, January, September, March, November, February, and April. Sayre Shulters: What would you think if you found a ten-dollar bill in your pocket? Gilbert Rieger: I'd think I had on somebody else's pants. Kathleen Little: How does Bob Lewis ever get such a drag with the women? Jane May: That's easy. It's that line of his. Did you hear what he told Dot Hulton? Kathleen: No. What? Jane: Dot told him that after she was through school she wanted to become an interior decorator and decorate houses, and Bob said, 'By living in them, Dorothy'? Mike Spina and John Zembroski were discussing their hunting experiences. Said Mike: Do you mean to tell me that after that big brown bear had chased you all that distance, you weren't afraid he would bite you if he caught you? Sure, said John. If that bear ran as fast as I was going, he'd be too tired to bite! Steve Husar: Get a letter? Tony DeRita: Yep Steve: From whom? Tony: My girl. Steve: What did she say? Tony: Nothing. Steve: Nothing? Tony: Yeh—we don't speak to each other. Page n'mety-three SENIOR MAGNET We understand that on the day before New Years Gilbert Rieger went out to his father's turkey roost and said to the largest gobbler: How would you like to fill in tomorrow at our New Year's table? To which the intelligent bird replied, Don't axe me! Dick Warnick: You're going to drive me out of my mind. Ralph Smith: That's no drive. That's a putt. Miss Reed: What do you mean by talking about 'Bob' Burns, and 'Bill' Wordsworth, and 'Al' Tennyson? Chuck Glover: Well, you told me I had to be familiar with all the great poets. Kenneth Rennick: What is the date, please? Mr. Bernlohr: Never mind the date, Kenneth; the examination is more important. Kenneth: Well, sir, I wanted to have something right on my paper. Herbert Jones: Is your dog a good watch dog at night? Cecil Burtner: I should think so. At the least noise, you have only to wake him up, and he barks. Sam Ross says business will be looking up this spring for those who keep looking it up. Eleanor Crispin: This spinach seems to be rather stringy. Velma Hummel: Well, you might try eating it with your veil up. We understand that the first time Marian O’Brien went camping, she got into a perfect plague of mosquitoes. Valiantly she and her friends fought the ferocious critters, until at last, about two o’clock in the morning, she saw a big firefly coming towards her. I give up, groaned Marian. There comes one after me with a lantern! Ralph Smith says that if Al O'Toole isn't in his dotage, he's at least in his anecdotage. Bud Diehl (to nice old lady in street car): May I find you a strap? N. O. Lady: Thank you; I have one. Bud: Good! Then please let go of my tie! Page ninety-four SENIOR MAGNET 1892 We Invite you o Join Our Christmas Savings Club 0 The Butler County National Bank and Trust Company Page ninety-five SENIOR MAGNET Butler County’s Largest and Most Beautiful Jewelry Store” ROBERT O. CRAWFORD JEWELER Visit Our New OPTICAL DEPARTMENT In charge of DR. J. H. MARSHALL (Class of 1923) Registered Optometrist Free Examinations Small Weekly Payments Special Discount on Students’ Glasses 148 N. MAIN ST. BUTLER, PA. ORDER YOUR CLASS RINGS HERE TROUTMAN’S Clearance Sales During January In All Departments Drastic Reductions on Junior, Misses’ and Women’s Coats, Dresses and Sportswear. An ideal time to buy High-Grade Wearing Apparel at Great Savings. Page ninety-six SENIOR MAGNET A The Outlook for 1934 Is Bright Indeed! —and no community has sounder reasons than the Butler district for hoping to benefit largely by general gains in business and employment. The Union Trust Company’s vital interest in Butler’s progress, the character of its management, and the completeness of its facilities, will make an Account here a major factor for personal financial success in the better times ahead. STILL OPEN FOR MEMBERSHIP ---Our 1934 Christmas Club-- COME IN AND JOIN Union Trust Company O F BUTLER conservatively1 conveniently MAIN and JEFFERSON SENIOR MAGNET Diamond rings at new low prices, $2j up Gift money” invested in a diamond will always remain a gift! You owe it to those who gave you money at Christmas to put it in something that will always be present to remind you of their kind wishes. Diamond jewelry will do just that. Always beautiful, it will crystallize your appreciation and remain forever to typify the good thought that created it. Prices very low now We also carry a full line of Gruen, Elgin, Hamilton and Butova Watches. R. E. Kirkpatrick j JEWELER Next to Court House Butler, Pa. (Congratulations, Seniors May your graduation be the first stepping stone to a successful and happy career. DIEHL BAKING CO. BUTLER, PA. BEAUTIFUL FURNITURE yet inexpensive” REYNOLDS BROTHERS CORNER MAIN AND NORTH Page ninety-eight SENIDR MAGNET Hundreds of Young People have enrolled in our 1934 Christmas Savings Club We ve a membership for you Butler Savings Trust Company BUTLER, PA. In the Heart of the City IT ISN T A HOME WITHOUT A TELEPHONE “Call us up sometime. Our number and address are in the Telephone Directory.” There’s no fear of new friends— or old ones—losing track of you if you have a telephone. Your name is always in an up-to-date directory, along with those of other modern householders in your community. and YOU CAN HAVE ONE for a FEW CENTS A DAY Page ninety-nine SENIDR MAGNET Before you buy any Battery, come in and let us show you why people buy more WILLARDS than any other Battery on the market! TTTM1 1 STORAGE Willard BATTERIES KENNEDY EVANS Opposite Central Fire Station , Photographs for Xmas • Milo R. Williams JEWELER and OPTOMETRIST 2£_J 114 South Main St. Sheffler Studio Phone 33-522 • WHAT IS WAITING FOR YOU AT AGE 65-GOLF, TRAVEL, BOOKS, LEISURE ? A Northwestern Mutual Retirement Contract will make this possibility a certainty. Watson Ferguson, Inc. 601-4 Savings Bank Bldg. Dial 36-100 Page one hundred SENIDR MAGNET “FOR BETTER ENTERTAINMENT” SATURDAY, MONDAY, TUESDAY, JAN. 13, 15, 16 ALL MUSICAL COMEDY “TAKE A CHANCE” --WITH- James Dunn, June Knight, Buddy Rogers, Lillian Roth COMING SOON LILLIAN HARVEY in MY LIPS BETRAY DINNER AT EIGHT BUSTER CRABBE in Tar an, the Fearless Hutchinson ALWAYS— CLEANERS The Most MIRACLEAN Fashionable Styles Clean as a breath of spring” BICKEVS MEMBER SHOE STORE Miraclean Institute, U. S. and Canada and BUTLER, PA. Nat’l Association of Dyers and Cleaners LARKIN COMPANY MANUFACTURERS OF PACKERS and SAND PUMPS DRILLING and FISHING TOOLS BUTLER, PA. BURKHOLDER PRINTING Commercial — Advertising Programs — Cards — Folders — Announcements, etc. REAR CLEELAND BLDG. DIAL 420J4 125 South Main Street Butler, Pa. Page one hundred one SENIGR MAGNET GRADUATES OF BUTLER SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL are cordially welcomed at The Butler Business College Write or call for information regarding the following courses : General Business Dictating Machine Secretarial Salesmanship Two-Year Accounting Bookkeeping Machine Executive Secretarial Calculating Machine Stenographic Filing Secretarial II (Post Graduate High School Commercial) Second Semester Begins Feb. 19th A. F. REGAL, Principal 313-315 South Main St. Butler, Pa. Standard Drug Store 306 NORTH MAIN STREET Complete Drug Store Service Just One Door Above Our Former Location Opposite Cheeseman-Watson Co. Phone 33-910 Thompson Funeral Home Page one }mndred two SENIOR MAGNET = The MAIN Drag Stores butler FRESH DRUGS kittanning Home-Made Ice Cream — — Home-Made Candies ____________IT’S DIFFERENT!__________ Campbell’s Good Furniture ALFRED A. CAMPBELL 337 - 339 South Main Street Try BUTLER CHAINS With that Good End Fastener Sold by All Good Dealers Manufactured by Butler Chain Co., Inc., Butler, Pa. Eisler-Hoch Auto Company Dodge Brothers and Plymouth Cars Dependable Used Cars A Complete Service 113-117 EAST WAYNE STREET, BUTLER EAT AT HEADLAND'S LUNCH MacDonald Gas and Oil Company Corner Brady and Franklin Streets PROMPT AND COURTEOUS SERVICE Page one hundred seven SENIDR MAGNET BUTLER STEAM LAUNDRY CO. Cleaning PLAIN DRESSES, LADIES’ PLAIN COATS MEN’S SUITS and OVERCOATS PHONE 29-600 217' 2 W. Cunningham St. Butler, Penna. YOU’LL ENJOY THOMPSON’S Nixon Hotel Ice Cream Y E S SAN IT ARY I S “We Have Your Kind” Dial 44511 BUTLER, PA. FIVE FLAVORS 10c - Milk Shakes - 10c 10c - Sandwiches - 10c Page one hundred eight SEN I □ R MAGNET LET IS FIT YOUR NEXT Hollywood TRUSS Studio 6 Photos 10c Expert Truss Fitter. Free ex- 6 Photos 50c amination. Trusses J.DU UP Three 8x10 Photos $2.00 Etc. Come in and let us make your Abdominal Belts, Elastic Ank- Photo ! lets, Knee Caps, Arch Supports, 126 N. MAIN ST. HI TLER Crutches, Etc. High School Specials ! Grohman’s Prescription SPORTING Drug Store We have Filled y _ . Over % Million Prescriptions Cor. Main North Sts. BUTLER, PA. wt oo ou« part GOODS Lichty’s Book Store BUTLER. PA. Kemper’s Market RAISLEY WHITESIDE Arlington Building 306 E. Brady St. 220 SOUTH MAIN STREET Everything That’s Good To Eat. Call 33-010 for Demonstration Everything To Eat That’s Good. Norge Refrigerators FREE DELIVERY Easy Washer and Ironers Dial 34-710 CENTURION RANGE SCHOERNER’S PASTRY SHOP L.S. McJunkin Co. High Class BAKERY PRODUCTS IF YOU DRIVE IT WE CAN INSURE IT ! DIAL 36-480 118 E. Jefferson St. GEORGE A. MITCHELL 119 East Jefferson Street Page one hundred nine SENIOR MAGNET 30c BLUE PLATE LUNCH You will find our Cafeteria convenient, the service excellent, and the foods tastily prepared. Y. M. C. Special Tables Reserved “Another Cup of C 35c, 45c and 50c SUPPER The Choicest Foods the Markets Provide, at Popular Prices u Cafeteria Each Day For Students offee If You I..ike” The South Side National Bank Service With Courtesy NICK’S Sandwich and Coffee Shoppe Plate Lunch 20c All Sandwiches 5c 116 W. Cunningham St. COME TO Oakwootl Park Barbecues Sandwiches Soft Drinks To the Class of January, 1934 (greetings from House of jAFFEj E Page one Inmdred ten SENIDR MAGNET BUTLER THEATRE THE THEATRE BEAUTIFUL 4 Days Starting Friday, Jan. 12 A ROMANCE OF MELODY, STAGED IN THE CLOUDS “FLYING DOWN TO RIO” --with- DOLORES DEL RIO GENE RAYMOND GINGER ROGERS RAUL ROULIEN FRED ASTAIRE --and-- OAA OF THE WORLD’S O AA JLUXJ MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRLS fcvU THE—CLIMAX—TO—ALL—MUSICAL—SHOWS 8 DAYS—STARTING WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 17 LAUREL and HARDY “SONS OF THE DESERT” HARRISON M. FINES Complete INSURANCE Service 210 Butler Co. National Bank Bldg. Phone 29-860 “Work That Speaks For Itself” HENRY A. BERG Jr., RADIO REPAIR SERVICE at STEADMAN’S MUSIC STORE £15 South Main St. N-R-A Phone 39-604 MOORHEAD’S SERVICE STATION Opposite Fairgrounds Entrance SINCLAIR H-C GAS and SINCLAIR PENN’A OIL George Bob Wick HAS TAUGHT A LARGE MAJORITY OF BUTLER’S BEST SINGERS LESSONS AT HALF RATE ! 1.00 PER LESSON ! Page one hundred eleven SENIDR MAGNET To the Graduating Class of January 1934 We Wish to Congratulate You One and All Fettertoff Studio 110 S. MAIN ST. Phone 26-524 Bl’TLER, PA. By the largest margin in history CHEESEMAN-WATSON In VALUE and in SALES CORP. Chevrolet First Youngstown ARC Engraving Co. Youngstown, Ohio_________ Record Printing Company aaSjfSw. Community Bldg.. Butler. Pa. Page one hundred twelve SENIDR MAGNET OFFUTT’S READY TO SERVE YOU CONVENIENTLY AND PROMPTLY AND AT THE LOWEST PRICES CONSISTENT WITH GOOD QUALITY It's Smart to be Thrifty' BUTLER, PA. The Home of Good Shoes The MORRIS BOOT SHOP 111 E. Jefferson St. Butler, Pa. Prices $3.95 Up Paul Kirkpatrick SPORTING GOODS 130 East Jefferson Street Phone 36-021 Green ) Youn —for— MEN’S and BOYS’ CLOTHING - FURNISHINGS of Quality and Value BUTLER, PA. Barney’s Place Real Barbecue Sandwiches FREE Dancing Students’ Eat Headquarters” North Main St. Extension Page one hundred three SEN I □ R MAGNET Let’s BUY AMERICAN ! Let’s BUY IN BUTLER ! Let’s BOOST BUTLER-MADE PRODUCTS ! Let’s STRIVE FOR A BETTER BUTLER ! s LetTo60 Reiber’s Before You Buy ANY Car Drive the NEW FORD “V-8” Butler County Motor Co. MAIN AND WAYNE STREETS QUALITY CLOTHES THE INN CONFECTIONERY Sodas, Cigars and Confections NEWSPAPERS “Service With a Smile” MAGAZINES Comer Brady and Franklin Sts. — Butler, Penna. Page one hundred four SENIGR MAGNET F, J. KECK GARAGE Automobile Repairing AUBURN 130 New Castle St. Phone 32-800 FRANKLIN SUTTON GASOLINE COMPANY HOME-OWNED and HOME OPERATED Seven Convenient Stations and One Store FLEETWING GASOLINE FIRESTONE TIRES Home-Made CHOCOLATES ICE CREAM and ICES Cummings Candy Shop Dial 28-632 Butler Auto Body Co. BODY and FENDER REPAIRING Phone 38-920 301 W. North St. Butler, Pa. Friedman’s Market Leith’s Flower The First Original Food Shop Market in Butler Everything For Your Table IT PAYS TO SHOP AT FRIEDMAN’S 157 N. Main St. B. L. PAINTER EXIDE BATTERIES CHAS. H. FORINGER BUTLER BATTERY COMPANY COMPLETE IGNITION SERVICE OPP. Y. M. C. A. PHONE 45-250 11« S. McKEAN ST. Tlie Butler Florist Clias. A. Bortmas, Butler, Pa. CUT FLOWERS AND POTTED PLANTS Let Us Telegraph Your Flower Order Page one hundred five SENIOR MAGNET Standard Paint Glass Company 120 BAST JEFFERSON STREET THE HOME OF SO-E-ZY FINISHES C. H. Gilkey 128-130 EAST BIRCH STREET Opposite Y. M. C. A. Auto Repairing Oiling and Greasing Crank Case Transmission and Differential Service Marvel Carburetor Service PHONE 23880 Value is the Guide In DIXIE BREAD the consuming public recognizes the highest expression of bread value. Every loaf stands on its own merits as a good buy.” Dixie Bread Delivers A finer grain and flakier texture. Richer flavor. Longer lasting freshness. More Nutritious. Greater Economy. TRY A LOAF TODAY . Sechler Memorial Studio 219 WEST JEFFERSON STREET BUTLER, PENN A. 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