Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 84 of the 1935 volume:

Who of us does not love the out of doors in Pennsylvania? In the art work of this book, we have tried to present something of its beauty. These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadow of cloud that swiftly pass, And after showers, To smell of flowers And of the good brown earth,— And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth. From Henry VanDyke's God of the Open Air By permission of Charles Scribner’s Sons. « TO OUR VIRGIL TEACHER WORTHY SUCCESSOR OF MR. IRVINE STUDENT, TEACHER, LEADER ABOVE ALL FRIEND, ADVISOR, COMPANION OF FORWARD-LOOKING YOUTH MISS DOROTHY DOERR THIS EDITION OF THE MAGNET IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED BY THE CLASS OF JANUARY, 1935 BUTLER SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL MISS DOROTHY DOERR Faculty John A. Gibson, Superintendent Roy W. Wiley, Principal J. T. Hogg, Assistant Principal Ella Purvis Joseph E. Robison Mary McNees Catherine V. Miller Martha U. Orr Ruth Mays Lucille Critchlow Mary Purvis M. Eleanor Hervey Commercial— Elizabeth Hepler Mary A. Wigton J. B. Storey Anna H. Brier Gertrude Reed Edna G. Riggle W. B. Herron Helen L. Rankin Mary Jamison Mattie M. Powell George Bernlohr Dorothy 1. Wertz Ellis W. Love Florence C. Watson Esther M. Mapes Caroline Barthelmeh J. W. McDowell Richard C. Martin Dorothy A. Doerr Dorothy M. Wise Virginia B. Rumbaugh H. Vernon Comin Home Economics— Ruth E. Helm Gertrude A. Seibert Jeannette McKee Frances E. Gerber F. C. Stevenson Manual Arts— Jean A. Bell Mont R. Frederick Nelson P. Palmer Knowles G. Eldridge Alice E. Douthett W. Herbert Beattie M. Lawrence Hammer Elizabeth R. Campbell Physical Education— Clara E. Bartley John E. Mixer Regis L. Heinzer Virginia Varnum George C. Atwell Librarian— Chandler B. McMillan Jane Harper Georgia Mechling Allene D. Montgomery Music— Frank M. Ellis Richard C. von Ende Ralph A. Nicholas Joseph E. Scohier Senior Magnet Staff Editor -in- Chief Art Editors Typists Archie Bain Peggy Cheeseman Martha Cratty Janet Davis Dorothee Eisler Helen Glenn Faculty Director Literary Advisers Forrest Foster [Donald Leetch | Jane Schmoker [Barbara Yacubovsky (Marion Baker William Burns Paul Hetrick David Miller Beatrice Nesbitt James Poole Elmer Richardson Charles Stirling Miss Critchlow (Miss Bartley I Miss Campbell The Hiawatha Circle at Camp Marshall is beautiful, but it thrills us doubly, when we sit around the camp-fire there, to remember its historic significance. According to an Indian chief who recently visited the spot, the Hiawatha Circle is in all probability the site of former Indian council fires. The limbs have been removed from the trees far up the trunks on the inside only, so that the branches which remain form a leafy, tent-like roof. This is in conformity to Indian custom, and as the scars are very old, it is not unreasonable to believe that Indian chiefs once held their meetings there. John M. Andres John” Andres heads our list of names; He sure does dress to catch the dames. Archie John Bain “Archie” A braw Scotch laddie, yet a’ the while, With a generous heart and a winning smile. Betty Margaret Bartle “Becky” As her expert fingers touch the keys, Visions of busy New York she sees. Edward Philip Bauer “Mouse” At shorthand and typing he does very well; In an office we’re sure he’ll be just swell. Anna Katherine Bossard “Kate” Although Kate is bashful and seems very shy, We know she couldn’t be mean if she’d try. William Robert Brandberg “Doc” Tenor he says that he can sing— What he says doesn’t mean a thing! Page Twelve Dorothy Ellen Atkinson “Dot” Quite fond of music, quite fond of dancing; I’ll tell you a secret—quite fond of romancing. Marion A Baker “Marion” She’s a vivid, vivacious, versatile lass. The Secretary-Treasurer of our class. Carl Richard Bauer “Bow-Wow” Carl is quite a salesman, they say; With his friendly smile and quiet way. Twila B. Black “Twila” Short, zealous, with a twinkle in her eye, She tackles her problems with nary a sigh. Mary Stella Brachuka “Stell” For every boy, for every girl, she has a friendly grin; Unless you’re made of ice or steel, your heart she’s sure to win. William Francis Burns “Bill” When he isn’t typing, our Bill’s a-wishin’ That he could spend all his time a-fishin’. Jay Edward Cadwallader “Jay” Jay certainly is a good old scout, In school or on his paper route. Genevieve I. Cain “Gennle” A bashful miss, with dark brown eyes; To help her friends, she surely tries. Louis William Catalano “Louie Louie” is ever ready for fun, But always seems to get his work done. Margaret Ruth Cheeseman “P eg’ Our Peggy’s a dancer with much grace and poise; And her gorgeous good looks attract all the boys. Anna Jack Craig “Nan” So calm and graceful and demure, She'll win some brave Scotch laddie, sure. Mildred Grace Charleton “Millie” She may have millions, or be flat broke; But she could live content on just one joke. Martha Anne Colbert “Ducky” Always pleasant and happy; Never cross or snappy. Martha Mae Cratty “Mart” Pretty, demure, and very sweet; To be with her is really a treat. James W. Cunningham “Jim” He toots his horn as the best ones can; The spellbound listeners say, Wotta man!” Howard Richard Curry “Dick” He is a shy and quiet lad. But he loves a joke and just won’t be sad. Janet Helen Davis “Gracie” To chew gum and dance gives our Janet much joy; But the South she adores, and one Southern boy. Paul Richard Dean “Spence” His good looks others cannot surpass; Spence” is the best looking in our class. Page Thirteen Walter E. Dickey “Tink” Tink” gets his lessons, you can bet; But one thing’s sure, he’s not teacher’s pet. Paul Regis Dorcy “Dorcy” It sure must be a funny feeling To have your head so near the ceiling! Dorothee Louise Eisler “Dot” Petite, witty, with eyes of blue; Each moment with her is delightful to you. Arthur McC. Ferguson “Art” Rollicking, wise-cracking, jovial “Art”, Audacious, flirtatious oh, have a heart! Mary Louise Fiscus “Mary” A warm friend is a gift from above, A loyal heart is a gift of God’s love. Esmerelda V. Ford “Molly” Short in stature but cute in looks; She’s the kind you see in books. Philip John Diehl “Johnny” A grave little chap with serious mien; But in his eyes a twinkle is seen. James Donald Dunn “Chip” You need not guess — he’s sure the one Who’s always there to join the fun. Anna Marie Fellmeth “Anna Marie” Modest and sweet and tiny is she; Her pencil proclaims her an artist-to-be. Thomas Edward Findley “Tom” A football hero brave and true, Who will always be a friend to you. Edward Harold Ford “Ed” Ed is Mr. Bernlohr’s joy and pride; Civics is where he hits his stride. Forrest Kendall Foster “Fos” (Vice-President) He’d camp all summer, he’d camp all spring; He can flip flap-jacks like anything! Page Four teen Hazel Jane Foster “Foster” She sure can teach you how to dance, If you just give her half a chance. George Gavula “Judge” George is a golfer, fair and square; Of pars and birdies he gets his share. Joseph F Gillott “Joe” Down in the murk of the line you’ll spot, A quiet star named Joe Gillott. Anna Elizabeth Glynn “Honey” Little and sweet, Joyful and neat. Margaret Rita Green Peggy Her winning ways and eyes of blue, Mirror her worth a friend loyal and true. Katherine Mae Fratto “Kay” Her patience, quietness, and sweet way Make it a real joy to meet our “Kay”. W Anna Elizabeth Gilkey “Ann” Oh! glorious fudge that Anna makes! So fine! so rare! But why stress it? That’s Anna’s record everywhere. Helen Jane Glenn “Helena” About her affections she keeps us in the dark, But out in the world we know she’ll make her mark. Cyril Graham “Bud” He has a nice Austin to drive home his girls, And they all seem to go for his blonde-colored curls. Harry Leroy Graham “Goofus” Harry can work the whole day through, And still have a smile for me and you. Robert Thomas Green “Bob” Dob is a jolly, gay young chap; To him cheer-leading is just a snap. Agnes Hahn “Aggie” Full of energy, ready of wit; She’s always eager to do her bit. Page Fifteen I Katherine Estelle Hartman “Gassy” Those big blue eyes just twinkle so; At witty answers she’s not slow. Mary Julia Herr “Judy” Full of fun and very witty; A splendid sport, and is she pretty! Paul Henry Hetrick “Pop-eye” He writes merry jingles and makes happy rimes, Though he can be quite serious and sober at times. John R. Hobaugh “Johnny” The boy with the smile That makes him worth while. Paul Baxter Hoffman “Paul” There are very few who never complain, But over this group our Paul shall reign. Vernon G. Hooks “Runt” He causes quivers, he causes groans, His pals all shiver when he “rolls them bones”. Wayne L. Heist “Heist” When his Model “T” chugs down the street, Pedestrians all sure move their feet. Jack B. Hetrick “Jack” When Jack started growing, He really got going; And now all in all, He’s ’most seven feet tall. Thelma Gail Hindman “Thelma” A charming girl with eyes of brown; An artist, too, of great renown. Wilbert Eugene Hoffman “Gene” Out on the farm he knows his stuff; He’s one brave lad who doesn’t bluff. Elmer J. Honenberger, Jr “E. J.” This witty boy is a good tennis player; Has a first group report, yet no lad can be gayer. Edgar C. Huselton, Jr. “Bud” (Class President) Fine, friendly, loyal, true; All these things he’ll be to you. Page Six teen Alice LaRue Hutter “Rue” When we're out for fun. To “Rue” we run. Mary Jane Johnston “Mamie” We tied with Ellwood—yes, that’s plain; But we won something, too our Mary Jane. Mary Margery Keck “Mary” This maid’s sweet smile and lovely charms Are greatest when dancing in Vernon's arms. Clara Elizabeth Klingensmith “Betty” Good-natured, pretty, and very sweet; As a dancer and typist she’s hard to beat. Larry Francis Laconi “Larry” Larry is happy the whole day long; He holds that to worry is certainly wrong. Ruth Leventhal “Ruth” Tall, dark, and full of fun; When it comes to typing, surpassed by none! Sara Marie Jackson “Marie” Cheerful and gay, she gives one a thrill; She’s happiest when she’s with her Bill. Marian Louise Jordan “Marian” A jolly, happy, red-haired gal; To Catherine she’s a worthwhile pal. Anna Jeanette Kellar “Kellar” At basketball she’s quite the thing; Her teammates all her praises sing. Eleanor Kriner “L’nor” Quiet, reserved, and very petite, But she’ll never pass you by on the street. Raymond Clifford Larson “Pee Wee” A witty boy is this guy “Ray”; He ought to be in the funnies some day. Donald Gordon Leetch “Don” “Don” is a track-man, tall and slim; When he does our running, we’re sure to win. Page Seventeen Marguerite Adams Lewis Peggy” A pal to all—a foe to none; A gay light heart, and plenty of fun. Helen M. Lyon “Beanie” “Beanie” is so very clever. Get ahead of her? One can never! Margaret Eleanor Martin “Eleanor” A cute little giggle, a cute little girl; Her numerous charms keep us all in a whirl. Jennings Coulter McCandless, Jr. “Coulter” “Coulter” will always do his bit; Faithful, earnest, he’s sure to fit. Catherine R. McCann “Kate” Quiet charm, a faithful friend; On her you always can depend. Dorothy E. McQuistion “Dot” Dorothy is a quiet and retiring girl, But you will find that she’s a pearl. Nancy Lichty “Busty” That vivid hair quite strikes our fancy; Those eyes of blue smile just like Nancy. H. Clayton Markwell “Chick” This boy named “Chick’s” not very tall, But how he loves his basketball! Robert James Maxwell “Bob” Laughing eyes and curly hair; At charming Miss Purvis this boy is rare. Ruth Elizabeth McBride “Ruth” Her gentle charm and culinary art Toward a happy life give her a fine start. Anna Jane McCarren “Anna” A bit of humor, a giggle or two; That’s our Anna, through and through. John P. S. Menchyk “Blondy” Handsome and gay and a little proud; He stands out among the crowd. Page Eighteen Harold Leroy Merchant “Harold” He hands out the Magnet in his home room. And in senior music plays many a tune. Genevieve V Milieman “Gene” A modest blond and very striking; Silent, but very much to our liking. David Charles Miller “Dave” Pleasing, carefree, and not very tall, Our “Stoolie” helps 'em all play ball. Robert Alexander Morgan “Bob” Of all the charms he doth possess, The best of all is friendliness. Edith Joan Nanni “Edie” Edie’s” dancing is really superb, And say does she like Sax-onburg! Andrew J. Natili “Andy” He’s a jolly good fellow to everyone; Happy, good-natured, and full of fun. Elizabeth Olive Milheim “Betty” A pleasant voice and a happy smile And dark brown eyes -she is worthwhile. Beulah Ellen Miller “Snooks” Laughter here, laughter there; She lives on without a care. John Milton Miller “Milt” His wit and humor are always fine; And say, did you ever hear his line? Margaret Jane Morris “Jane” A good sport, peppy, and lots of fun; She has a way of getting things done. Joseph Naribetsky “Slitz” A strong and mighty man is he; “Most Athletic” he is, surely. Beatrice Marie Nesbitt “Be” Laughing blue eyes and curly brown hair; Whenever she passes the boys all stare. Page Nineteen Uy Henry George Neiderkofler “Hank” He saws at his fiddle With his bow in the middle; His screeches we bear, Though they get in our hair. James Purvis Poole “Jim” A tall, slim lad and very jolly; He spreads good cheer like Xmas holly. Gerald Augustus Oswald “Jerry” Big and husky, silent and dark; In the world outside, he’ll make his mark. Olive Jane Reed “Jane” Her pretty hands and friendly smile Do each and everyone beguile Elmer W. Richardson “Elmer” One just can’t buy a good disposition; For one like Elmer’s we’re all a-wishin’. Lois Evelyne Ruby “Kubbie” Slim, rosy, and strikingly blond; Of her, we all are terribly fond. Margaretta Pearl Russell “Peggy” A jolly, fair-haired lass; We’re glad she’s in our class. Catherine Mary Schaffner “Kay” Auburn hair, a ready smile; Her comely way quite sets the style. Paul Edward Richie “Moose” Paul’s a musician big and bold, His is a talent that cannot be sold. Paul Rudoff “Smitty” Paul likes to eat, and so do we; But we’re not all as big and good-natured as he. Margaret Ellen Scanlon “Peg” Full of pep and popular, too; Life’s a merry bubble to you. Virginia J. Schiavone “Ginger” A lovely lass with dimples rare; To look upon she’s very fair. Pa e Twenty Jane Schmoker “Schmoke” This winsome lass is good at art; For our Senior Magnet she does her part. Lewis Shaffer “Louie” Once a very bashful lad; Now to talk with girls he’s glad. Martha Jeanne Sherman “Jean” She seems to have nary a care or worry; Always happy and laughing and in a big hurry. Virginia Elliott Smith “Jinny” A fair-haired country lass is she, With a heart as kind as it can be. Genevieve Irene Snyder “Gen” There’s sunshine in the air, When our sweet “Genny’s” there. John Paul Stanko “Johnny” He’s happy when the day is fair, Or if it’s dark his smile’s still there. 1 • ' Alberta Helen Shanor “Birdie” Her beautiful smile brings us all joys, And say, does Alberta rate with the boys! Edward C. Skillman “Eddie” Likes baseball, skating, a wiener roast— And girls we can’t tell which he likes most. Virginia L. Smith “Jinny” Beauty and love and a sweet little ditty Shine in the eyes of our own dear “Smitty”. Elgie George Snyder “Elgie” Never having much to say. Elgie” believes this system will pay. Cora Betty Staples “Corky” She covers her troubles with a laugh; We’re darn sure she can stand the gaff. Page Twenty-one Walter C� Stewart “Duke” An honest fellow, this lad named Walt; In him we’ve never found a fault. Wayne Chalmer Stoner “Stoner” Lots of pep and out for fun; Always in a hurry and on the run. Beatrice Irene Todd “Beattie” Brown Avenue is proud of their “Bea”— So slim, so sweet, so good to see. Clifford Earl Weeter “Cliff” He grabs his trusty, twelve-gauge gun; And tramps to the woods to have some fun. • Charles Burton Whitmire “Chuck” In civics class, an opponent of worth! Your paltry statements move him to mirth. Andrew Cyril Yellenik “Andy” A merry fellow is our Andy, With a happy smile and hair that’s sandy. Charles F. Stirling “Chuck” Strong and athletic, admired for his skill; Whatever he tackles, he does with a will. Warren A Thompson “Skins” An honest good sport with plenty of pals, He can always be found where’er there are “gals”. Thomas Walsh “Woody” Woody” is a whiz at tennis; To all opponents he’s a menace. Richard Paul Werth “Dick” With his nice red hair, and prosperous name, He ought to land in the “Hall of Fame”. Barbara Yacubovsky “Bobby” Who could describe her sweetness and smile, Her scholarship, comradeship—all so worthwhile. Mathilda L. Zmijowski “Matty” She is not witty, but she’s loads of fun; She’s as sweet and modest and shy as a nun. Page Twenty-two The word Pennsylvania” means Penn’s Woods”. Ours has always been a densely wooded state and today forty-five per cent of Pennsylvania is still forest, in the midst of which arc many beautiful lakes such as we find in the mountains at Eaglesmere.More and more attention is being paid to reforestration and to the prevention of forest fires, as we now realize the importance of forests in the conservation of our water supply. Justice Forrest Foster It was bitterly cold. The blizzard that had howled and raged for three days had abated, and again the stars could be seen glittering in the frosty sky. The northern lights shone with intense brilliancy, the colors ever changing, as in a giant kaleidoscope. Occasionally, from far off, the howl of a wolf was borne across the deserted expanse of gleaming whiteness by the moaning wind. A little cabin nestled in a shallow depression amid a few stunted pine trees. Within the cabin was warmth and cheerfulness. A great log fire roared up the chimney, ever gathering its resources to resist the chill which was always attempting to clutch the inhabitants with its icy fingers. A young man, perhaps thirty, sat calmly by the fire, contentedly smoking •his pipe. He was not a large man, but his lithe body, resting comfortably in the chair, gave the impression of hidden power, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. He was dressed roughly, but warmly, in the characteristic dress of the northern woodsman—high boots, buckskin pants, and a woolen shirt. His twinkling eyes and smiling lips were framed by his deeply tanned, handsome face. Nearby his wife sat, busily knitting. She seemed somewhat younger than he, with her laughing eyes, dimpled cheeks, and her graceful, softly formed body. Her nose was turned up just enough to make it interesting, and at times, when she smiled, it wrinkled adorably. Far from civilization, this couple had made a home in the wilderness. The silence was broken suddenly by the barking of their dogs outside and a knock on the door. Jim Manley arose and walked to the door to admit the visitor. Howdy, Jack, he said, as the tall newcomer was ushered in amid a swirl of snow. Come on in and warm up the old toes. And how, Jim! It sure is chilly.'' Corporal Jack Preston of the Royal Mounted Police strode over to the fire and sat down. A broad grin spread across his battered, heavily lined face. Well, how are Jim and Maureen? It must be six months anyhow since I was here last. We're still going strong, Jack, replied Jim, but we're not rich yet. The warm friendship between these three—the old constable, the young woodsman, and his pretty little wife—a friendship strengthened by their solitude, was soon evidenced by their merry laughter and talking. By the way, Jack,' Jim finally happened to ask, what brings you to these parts in this kind of weather? I’m looking for o young doctor who killed o man down in the States several years ago. I got a report that he's in this section. I guess the fellow’s a bad one. Oh, do be coreful, Jack, cried Maureen. I wish you didn't have to hunt him. I—I wouldn't have you hurt for anything. What's this doctor's name? She glanced at Jim with frightened eyes. Shucks! said the policeman good naturedly, I won't get hurt. Let me see— here in my notebook—yes, here's the name. Robert E. Curts. We have this clue, too, he added. Curts' initials are engraved on his surgical case, which he had with him at last report. If he still has it, that's one sure way to identify him. And Jack shut his notebook and put it away, not noticing that Jim said nothing, but that Page Twenty-four his face went suddenly white as he glanced at Maureen. Jim quickly recovered himself however; the three people soon retired, and all was dark and silent in the little cabin. Silent, that is, until about four o'clock the next morning, when Jack suddenly awake in the kind of agony that strikes terror into the hearts of the bravest in the north woods. Just a little pain in my side. Guess I'm getting old, Maureen, he tried to say jokingly, as she straightened the covers and sheets on his bed. But the perspiration stood in big beads on his forehead, and his breath came in thick gasps. Maureen made him as comfortable as possible; then out in the other room, she and Jim faced each other. It's acute appendicitis, Maureen, said Jim quietly. I can't get a doctor in time, but I still have my instruments, and maybe— No, Jim. You can't. You can't. He'll take you back, and you'll go to prison. You know that it wasn't your fault that you killed that man. But you can't prove it to a jury now any more than you could when we first came up here. Go for a doctor. Oh, please—then if he dies it won't be your fault . . . Oh, yes, I know he'll die if you wait—and I can't bear to see him die—Oh, what shall we do, Jim? What? Maureen tried to stifle her sobbing. Jim stared at her, his face white and drawn; then suddenly, there before the fire, he kneeled down. Oh, dear God, help us to do what we ought. Forgive my weakness and give me strength. Guide my hand as I relieve the suffering of this man. Restore in me my forgotten skill . . . He rose, called Maureen to help him, and suddenly became the calm, cool surgeon of other years. They used the table for the operation, lifting Jim up on it tenderly. Maureen brought a pan of boiling water for sterilizing purposes. Then Jim brought out his black case of surgical instruments, with the unmistakable R. E. C. on the front. As Corporal Jack Preston s eyes rested on those condemning letters, Jim nodded his head slowly. Yes, Jack, I m your man. But we have to take care of you first. I—! I! do my best for you, Jack. Mercifully, Preston lapsed then into unconsciousness. For many days after the operation, Jack hung between life and death. He needed constant attention, and either Maureen or Jim was with him all the time. Finally, one morning he woke and acted normally. The crisis was past. With the tender care of Maureen and the careful guidance of Jim, he was nursed back to health at last. Jim and Maureen often talked together during this time, wondering whether Jim should stay or should escape. He always decided to remain. They never discussed the matter with Preston, and he never mentioned it to them. At last the day came when Jack prepared to leave. Maureen was sorrowful; Jim, silent, as Jack came out into the living room of the cabin. As he paused, a little uncertainly, both knew that the terrible moment was at hand. Jim, he said unsteadily, may I see that surgical case? As he held it up, the initials R. E. C. gleamed in the cold morning light filtering through the snow on the window pane. Jim, said the corporal quietly, why couldn't you have left this thing in the States? It would have saved so much trouble and anxiety and sorrow. Jim, nervous and embarrassed, was silent for a moment, then a wry smile spread over his face. I suppose it seems funny to you, but I just couldn't leave it behind. It just seems a part of me. I knew when I brought it I was doing a crazy thing, but, Page Twenty-five well— He hesitated a moment, and then went on in a husky voice, You see, this belonged to Dad. He always wanted to be o surgeon, but he couldn't make it. Didn't finish school. He died when I was just about through high school, and he gave this cose to me. I knew then what he wonted me to do, so I did it—did what he had tried so hard to do, but couldn't—become a surgeon. That black box has been on inspiration to me when I was discouraged, and it seems to hold all my ideals. So—he stopped suddenly and with a despairing gesture turned and strode across to the fireplace. I-I'll go with you now, Jack. The Corporal looked from Jim to Maureen with shining eyes, and then backed to the doorway. Jim, he said, you can't tell me that a man like you ever voluntarily killed a man. Guess I’ll be mushing. I should make headquarters by tomorrow night, if the weather holds. And don't forget —Jim and Maureen listened breathlessly,— Robert E. Curts is dead, at least officially so. Isn't he, Dr. Manley? He turned to go, then added with a grin, Good-bye, and good luck! But he did not get away before Maureen, tears welling in her blue eyes, had kissed the blushing Corporal right on the cheek; and Jim, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice, had gripped the Corporal's hand firmly with a hoarse Good-bye, and God bless you! Then together they watched him disappear through the softly falling snow. The Fish That Got Away Elmer Honenberger I went a-fishing at Oneida And I'll betcha that I tried a Million times to get my bearing So I could land a pickled herring. He ate my bait and then the sap Just went below to take a nap. Suddenly I got a hunch Maybe he'd like a midnight lunch; So I stuck around till twelve o'clock, Determined to make that herring talk. Even the hook began to squirm When I baited it with a half a worm; But after all, the fish wasn't hungry; He just had downed a chocolate sundae. I plunged my sinker into the deep, To wake that fish from his beauty sleep. I felt a tug but jerked in vain— He came out of the water and in again; You should have seen the size of that fish! Twas all any fisherman could wish. Tho' I didn't catch him, there is no question, That he later died of indigestion. Page Twenty-six The Mystery of the Otzinachin Valley Jack Hetrick Were the correct name of this valley mentioned, many would recognize it. For the present, we will refer to it by its Indian name of Otzinachin, which means The Place of the Demons . It was so called by the Indians, because the peculiar rock formations of gigantic proportions which abound there led the Red Men to believe that the demons met there in conference. Here are found high, steep mountains with precipitous sides and broad flat tops several miles in extent. In Colonial times, these mountains were covered with virgin pine, the size of which may be determined by a visit to our famous Cook's forest. Today, they are covered with both evergreen and deciduous trees which present a beautiful spectacle in the fall when the colors run riot. This, the setting of our story, is laid in the north central part of Pennsylvania. On a summer morning within the last decade, in a little country churchyard, two young men were busily plying pick and shovel digging a grave. Suddenly, one ceased his work, and with a cry of astonishment, knelt and recovered something from the grave. It was a human skull. As was the custom in the little village where this incident occurred, anyone who had time to perform the duties of sexton did so. Often, this service was performed for a very dear friend. No charge was made for their neighborly act to a bereaved family. It was for this reason that these two were engaged that day in preparing a final resting place for a fellow man. Taking the skull, they hurried to the home of the superintendent of the churchyard, in order to ascertain whether or not a mistake had been made in the location of the grave. Consulting the records, they found that no error had been made. The records consisted of a map upon which was the location of each grave and the name of its occupant. This had been kept ever since the church had been built. Accordingly, the self-appointed sextons returned and completed the grave. In the course of the excavation, two additional skulls and many bones constituting the complete skeletons of three human beings were unearthed. These, together with the first skull, were taken to the home of the superintendent, there to be discussed and their history unearthed, if possible. Of course, as in any small town, the inhabitants soon learned of the discovery. There was much talk over corn-cob pipes and much gossiping over back'yard fences. Dire tales began to circulate—tales of murder, secret burial and the like. The superintendent, upon hearing these tales, took it upon himself to get to the bottom of the affair. He consulted archeologists upon the characteristics of the bones, and after much investigation he at last came to a definite conclusion. He then called an open meeting at the town hall. When the assemblage had come to order, he began his discourse as follows: Friends, recently in our little town, a strange matter has come to light. Two good brothers, while digging a grave in the churchyard, uncovered three human skeletons almost entirely within the confines of the one grave. Naturally, you all have ideas os to what happened. Strange and fantastic tales have been invented. The purpose of this meeting tonight is to acquaint you with the truth of this matter. Our story takes us back to the year 1780. In that year, there occurred in Page T wcnty-scvcn Pennsylvania one of the most dreadful and appalling Indian massacres in the history of our state; namely, the Wyoming Massacre. A band of patriots under the leadership of one Peter Grove set out to subdue the savages. Upon hearing that trouble was brewing here, near where our village now stands, they journeyed some hundred miles to this valley to see if they could engage the band of Indians which they had heard of and if possible defeat them. This, if accomplished, would end the Indian trouble in this part of the country. The whites came to the junction of the Bennett branch and the Driftwood branch which unite to form the northwest branch of the Susquehanna River. They traversed the length of each branch to its source and upon finding no trace of the Indians, they returned to the junction of the two streams. There they found the band of Indians for which they had been looking. After a short decisive battle, the Indians retreated, since their bows and arrows were no match for the muskets of the whites. Taking their dead with them, the Indians fled for about four miles downstream, where they made a hasty camp. The red skins quickly started a council fire. Their dead were propped up facing the fire in a sitting posture. There the short funeral rites were held and upon being completed, the dead Indians were pushed forward into the ashes of the fire. The bodies were then covered over with ashes and dirt. We believe that this happened in our own community. Our stream, you know, is called Grove Run. Also, you know, on the steep mountain side which ascends abruptly from our churchyard, at a height of about five hundred feet, is to be seen a jutting rock called Sentinel Rock. Most of you are aware that tradition has it that this rock was used by the red men as a lookout point. From it one can see for many miles up and down the valley. Doubtless an Indian brave stood guard there while this burial ceremony and campfire took place. Tradition is correct in calling it Sentinel Rock. As you may have concluded, the site of this council fire is the present site of our churchyard. The skeletons were found at a depth of about four feet. Soil washing down from the mountain side has covered them to this depth in the century and a half that they have lain there. The sextons discovered traces of ashes around the remains and also noted that they had been buried in a sitting position with the trunk bent forward. Their position denoted that of an Indian who had died in battle. Had they been buried in time of peace, the skeletons would have been found in a sitting position with the knees drawn up under the chin and the ankles hugged close to the thighs. A burial of this type requires an egg-shaped hole which affords a minimum amount of digging with a maximum of space. The Indians, having only primitive tools with which to work, had to figure out ways in which to bury a body in the least possible space. It is indeed a coincidence that both the Indians and the whites chose the same burial plot. Wtih these remarks the meeting was closed and the mystery of the Otzinachin Valley was explained.------------------------------- Snow Snow. Biting, whistling, beating, stinging; Its swirling, surly, whiteness bringing Death. Snow. Gently falling, softly clinging; Its hallowed, glist'ning pureness bringing Beauty. —Forrest Foster °t!gc Twenty-eight First Person Singular Marion Baker It was the last week of school and, as usual, students were parked here and there along the wall waiting for the rest of the gang . If I have to listen to that blowhorn much longer, I'll simply die! exploded red-haired Nancy Martin, glaring viciously after the retreating figure of a boy. It was a noticeable figure, tall and swaggering. His ego is terrible, I admit: but maybe he can do all those things he says he can, temporized her more sedate friend, Helen Parks, a little timidly. They had just been listening to the many virtues and exploits of the new senior, Harry Dunlevy, as set forth by that worthy himself. He had recently moved to Rockville and since his arrival had succeeded in boring everybody with his talk of himself. Nonsense! It wouldn't be possible for one single person to do all those things, retorted Nancy. Let's do something to bring him down a peg or two. What do you say? All right, but what could we do? Can you think of anything? Oh, there's Art and Kenneth. Let's ask them if they can think of anything. Art and Kenny were two friends of the girls who didn't like Harry Dunlevy any better than the girls did. They had a boy's healthy contempt for a bragger; and as the two girls told them their idea of bringing about Harry Dunlevy's downfall, both boys evinced a more than a casual interest. Let's see. His talk of himself runs chiefly to his prowess as a swimmer, doesn't it? queried Kenny. Hm-m-m! I know! Class picnic next week. That gives me an idea; how about you? Kenny! shouted Art, I believe you've hit it! Oh, tell us! pleaded the girls. We ll have to work on it first, said Art. Then we ll tell you tomorrow. And the boys went off, resolutely refusing to talk. The next day at school they were more exasperating than ever. Every time they saw the girls, they would wink, and nod, and hold their fingers to their lips, very mysteriously. Kenny had a chance to whisper to Nancy, however, to meet them outside at noon, when they would reveal their plan of action. It seemed as though the morning would never end, but it did, as all things do in time, and the girls rushed out of the school building to meet the boys. As they turned toward home they inquired eagerly for news. Well, we've got it all fixed. At the class picnic next Tuesday, Kenny is going to have his cousin Jack Sharp here. Jack is champion swimmer of Mercer County, you know. Then, in front of the whole class, so that he can't refuse or admit he was only bluffing, Kenny will challenge Harry to swim against Jack. But what if Harry should beet him? asked Helen. If he is as good as he says he is, he might beat Jack, and then where would we be? He would be more conceited than ever. He can't beat Jack; Jack is one of the best swimmers in the state, argued Kenny. Page Twenty-nine Yes, but we don't know how good Harry is. He might be better thon we think he is. He moved here just a few weeks ago, you know, answered Helen resolutely. If he can beat Jack, I'll take back everything I ever said about him, stated Arthur. Oh, goodness! ejaculated Nancy suddenly. What's the matter? What if it should rain! But Tuesday dawned, a warm and beautiful day. Word had been passed around the class to be there early for a big event. It was not long in coming. When Jack challenged Harry, the whole class hung on his words, watching for the slightest hesitation in Harry's face. But he accepted calmly without a noticeable qualm. Astonishment and a momentary uneasiness were reflected in the faces of the four conspirators. They needn't have worried, though. Splash! went both boys into the water as the starter yelled Go! The race was to be a distance of about one hundred yards, from the old chestnut tree overhanging the water, around the bend to a black stump just this side of the shallows. With long, easy strokes Jack was on his way, while Harry's arms pumped up and down churning the water into foam. By the time Jack had reached the stump, Harry hadn't even rounded the bend, and it was minutes afterwards that he reached the stump, winded and spent. Everybody in the class had wanted to see Harry set down , but so humiliating was his defeat, that sympathy suddenly swung to his side. It was well known who was responsible for the race; Helen, Nancy, Art and Kenny met with accusing glances from all sides. You planned all this. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? said one of the girls indignantly. You ought to apologize to Harry; it's the least you can do. Murmurs of agreement arose from the boys and girls who had formed a circle around the four. All right, all right, agreed Kenny hastily to this speech and the angry glances around them. Well, here he comes now, said the accusing voice icily. The circle slowly opened and Kenny came forward to meet Harry, who had just come out of the bath house with his dripping suit in his hand. I say, old man— Kenny started, but Harry broke right in, Say, if that had been a diving contest, could I have showed him! I would have beaten him so badly he would have felt sick! The jaws of the spectators dropped, as looks of righteous indignation gave way to sheer astonishment. Some folks never will learn— , murmured a voice somewhere in the crowd, but nobody paid any attention. They just stood staring dumbly while Harry sauntered nonchalantly over to the lunch baskets and helped himself to the biggest sandwich he could find. Page Thirty Chicago, Illinois Universal Importing Company April 12, 1934 7113 Wilson Street, New York, New York Gentlemen: In all my years of dealing with you, I always thought you to be prompt and, at least, honest. But now, now, what do I think? Four letters I write you and not one reply do I get. I warn you if on answer doesn't come in the return mail, I shall take legal action against you. Once more and for the last time, I ask you where are the hides for my hot dogs? Sincerely, I. Dew Bark, president Universal Importing Company 7113 Wilson Street American Hot Dog Compony New York, New York 10 Frankfurter Avenue April 15, 1934 Chicago, Illinois Dear Mr. Bark: I regret very much that due to the carelessness of an employee, your former correspondence was not brought to my attention. May I assure you that such an occurrence will not take place again. The delay in delivery is not our fault. All our excellent sausage casings are, as you know, made from superior Chinese sheep. Our entire supply is purchased from the sheep-raising nomads of Turkestan. Due to the civil war in Turkestan, it has been impossible to get our supply. We have sent a personal representative over to investigate. In the meantime, we are sending you all the casings we have on hand—a half carload and will send the remainder of the contracted amount as soon as we can obtain it. Kindly be patient. Very truly yours, I. Tel Em, President American Hot Dog Company 10 Frankfurter Avenue Chicago, Illinois Universal Importing Company April 17, 1934 7113 Wilson Street, New York, New York Dear Mr. Em: What are you trying to do—ruin me? This is the last time you will ever get a contract from me. If I never saw one of your frankfurter casings again, it would be Page Thirty-one too soon. But, what am I to do? Just when the American public gets hot dog conscious, when picnic season is once more in the air, I can't get any hides for my frankfurters. It's an outrage: You think you make a fool of me, but no! That half carload of pelts you sent me weren't Turkestan. They lacked that delicate Chinese tang. They were plain Wisconsin sheep. I want my Turkestan hot dog hides and I want them right away. No more fakes or when I'm finished with you, you'll look like the fool you're trying to make out of me. Angrily yours, I. Dew Bark, President Universal Importing Company 7113 Wilson Street New York, New York April 19, 1934 American Hot Dog Company 10 Frankfurter Avenue Chicago, Illinois Dear Mr. Bark: From your recent letter, it is evident that you do not understand the situation. We are as anxious to get our casings out of China as you are to receive them. We have several hundred miles of frankfurter pelts stacked up at Tihua ready for shipment to Tientsin. The nearest railway point from Tihua is 1,700 miles away at Partow over an unimproved trail used only by camel caravans. Because of the civil strife in Turkestan the trail is most dangerous to traverse. No natives can be induced to even leave the city on account of the cruelty of the robbers who control all the trails. Our personal representative purchased five new American trucks in Tientsin and proposed to set out for Tihua. the Chinese government has absolutely refused to give him permission. On receipt of these facts, you will probably appreciate our predicament. We are doing all we can possibly do for your interests. We expect to find some way out of our difficulty almost immediately and to have your supply of cas.ngs at your disposal in two weeks. Hoping for the best, I. Tel Em, President American Hot Dog Company 10 Frankfurter Avenue Chicago, Illinois April 23, 1934 Universal Importing Company 7113 Wilson Street, New York, New York Dear Mr. Em: I have a big kind heart and feel very sorry for anybody in business trouble. There were tears in my eyes when I read your letter. I am sorry for you; I am sorrier for the hot dog picnic fans; but I am sorriest for myself. I have alreadv lost fifteen pounds from worriment and am losing $2,000 daily. I can't go on like this. Page Thirty-two Unless I get my hot dog hides, in a week more I will be a completely busted merchont. The great Americon public must have their hot dogs and I must be the man to satisfy their appetites. My crooked competitors have reduced frankfurters to 3 for a dime. I could buy cheap Wisconsin sheep, but I must live up to my slogan, Once you eat one of Bark's excellent hot dogs, you will never forget it. On bended knee and with clenched fist I tell you again at any cost to you I must have and demand my frankfurter casings immediately. Very, very angrily, I. Dew Bark, President Universal Importing Company 7113 Wilson Street New York, New York April 25, 1934 American Hot Dog Company 10 Frankfurter Avenue Chicago, Illinois Dear Mr. Bark: I have good news for you. But first, I want to tell you what good we have done you. Unless you have changed greatly since I saw you, losing fifteen pounds will be a wonderful improvement. Also, we have created a greater demand for your hot dogs. I hope you appreciate these facts and will sign enclosed contract. I am glad to inform you that your hot dog pelts will arrive in Chicago tomorrow. After the Chinese government refused our representative permission to take the trucks from Tientsin, he hired four American sailors and disguised himself and them as Chinese doctors and left the city under cover of darkness. Whenever the bandits stopped them, they presented the rascals with tubes of American shaving cream and tooth past, for which they have a perfect passion. On the return trip, the robbers were so sick that they didn't even bother to try to molest them. Knowing you will be more than pleased with our superior casings and with best wishes for bigger and better hot dogs, I remain Sincerely yours, I. Tel Em, President God’s Beauty Peggy Cheeseman I walked alone in the cold cruel night, Beneath the sparkling glitter of the icy trees. Bitter my mood, full of hate for good people— Too young to die, yet ready for death. I raised my eyes—in the clear black sky The gleaming stars laughed down at me . . . Where now is my bitterness and my hate? I thank Thee, God, for peace-giving beauty! Pane Thirty-three Portraits of the Out-of-Doors in Pennsylvania TIONESTA James Cunningham To my mind, the wild life and scenery of Pennsylvania along the Allegheny River is unparalleled by that of any other state in the Union. Near the small town of Tionesta, this wildness is most pronounced. Wildcats have been seen and shot frequently there, and occasionally a lumbering black bear is seen. If one goes into the mountains nearby, he may sight herds of deer at almost any time, as they roam unmolested except during the hunting season. I, myself, have seen a porcupine there. The Allegheny River, which is unnavigable for many miles below this point, is abundant with many different kinds of fish. The chub flashes through the rapids like a silver streak, while the quiet shallows abound with the multicolored rock-bass. In the night the black bass can be heard splashing on the surface of a deep pool by some great rock as he comes up from the depths in search of food which he is too timid to seek in the day time. If one goes quietly into the reeds along the river, he may sight the wild duck in his favorite haunt. In walking through field and forest, one may hear whirring wings of flushed quail or the thunder of the large ring-necked pheasant as, disturbed, they rise from their feeding. To my mind, no place in all Pennsylvania is more ideal for a vacation than the region around Tionesta. SHAWONDASSE’S WOOING Martha Colbert A long time ago, so the legends say, Mudjekuwis, king of the winds, found that ruling all the winds was too great a task, so he kept the West Wind for himself and divided the rest among his three sons. Waban received the East Wind; Kabibonoka, the North Wind; and Shawondasse, the South Wind. It is with the last that this story deals. Shawondasse, fat and very lazy, had his home in the far Southland, in the never ending summer and the drowsy, dreamy sunshine. It was he who sent the Indian summer and gave a twinkle to the water when the Moon of Snow-shoes came. Listless, careless Shawondasse had one sorrow in his life. Once as he was looking northward, he beheld a tall, slender maiden standing all alone in a meadow. Her garments were bright green and her hair was like the sunshine. Day by day he gazed, thrilled with love for the maid with the yellow tresses, but he was too fat and lazy to woo her and persuade her. The result was that he only gazed upon her, sat, and sighed for the maiden of the meadows. Then one morning, looking northward, he saw that her yellow tresses had changed and whitened. They were covered as with snow flakes. Oh! wailed he, my brother Kabibonoka from the Northland has stolen from me my maiden of the yellow tresses and made her vanish from my sight forever! It was no woman that he gazed at, however. All summer long poor, deluded Shawondasse had been gazing at the dandelion, and now her locks had become white and blown away. Thus the love affair of Shawondasse ended. rage Thirty-four CHIEF CORN PLUME AND THE BEAN MAIDEN Genevieve Snyder For one who knows Indian lore, the out of doors is filled with charming stories, perhaps none more interesting than that of Chief Corn Plume and the Bean Maiden. Many years ago, so the legend goes, the Great Spirit gave to man corn, beans, and squashes. The corn grew on one side of the hill, the beans on another, and the squashes on still another. One day, however, the Spirit of the Corn grew lonesome and after that, at every sunrise, a handsome young chief, wrapped in a green blanket with fringed tassels and with nodding red plumes on his head was seen to come and stand, tall and splendid, at the brow of the hill. Che che hen! Che che hen! Some one I would marry! came the young Chieftain's voice on the soft morning breeze. Then one day across the hill, the Squash Maiden heard the song. Swiftly she draped her rich green and gold blanket around her and ran to the Chieftain. Marry me! Marry me! she said softly as she knelt at his feet. Chief Corn Plume looked down at her, kneeling there in the sunshine, and slowly he spoke. Corn Plume cannot marry Squash Maiden. You cannot make happiness in my heart. You like to travel the long trail, and wander from the lodge. The one I wed must stand ever at my side. Squash Maiden is beautiful, and she shall be my sister. So Squash Maiden ran away, back over the sunny slope, and the next morning Corn Plume appeared on the brow of the hill once more. Che che hen! Che che hen! Some one I would marry! This morning Bean Maiden heard his call. Swiftly she came running, and Corn Plume beheld the most beautiful maiden he had ever seen, tall, slender, with deep dark eyes. Gently she twined her arms around him, and as Corn Plume bent his red plume above her dark head, he realized that here was one who would stand by him always. So closely were the arms of Corn Plume and the Bean Maiden entwined that to this day the Indians never separate them; corn and beans still grow in the same hill, while the little sister, the Squash Maiden, runs about at their feet. THE TRAPDOOR SPIDER Donald Leetch One of the most fascinating members of the insect world is the trapdoor spider, which featured in our school play this fall. The ability of these spiders is quite marvelous. In respect to home building, they seem to be the most skilled of the spider clan. At the spot they wish for a home, they clean the ground of all moss and roots, saving this to line the nest. After the spot is quite clean, the job of burrowing begins. A hole about three quarters of an inch in circumference and several inches deep is made, and the earth carefully flicked away to leave no evidence of the work. At the bottom of the hole, soft moss is placed for comfort. All around the sides a silky web is spun to insure solidness. A thick, waterproof trap door is now constructed and the home is complete. Behind this small opening the spider sits to await the arrival of an unfortunate bug which, if caught, is the spider's reward for building so craftily its tiny home. Page Thirty-fire COOK'S FOREST Wayne Heist Cook’s Forest, Pennsylvania's most valuable timberland, is located between Clarion and Jefferson Counties, near Cooksburg. Its dense and vigorous growth of the most valuable species of trees, makes it the most important tract of timber land to be found in the state, without an equal for size; and all other forests east of the Rocky Mountains are inferior to it. Almost all of it is covered with a dense virgin forest, mostly composed of white pine. It has never been touched by the lumberman's destructive ax, and gives one an idea of what large sections of Pennsylvania were like originally. Many welcome with delight as I did the sombre grandeur of this primeval forest in the foothills of the mountains. The roads which wind through this forest, some almost overhung with rocks and trees ,are fragrant with pine and beautiful with a luxuriant growth of rhododendron and laurel with their shining, cool green leaves. Some of the roads are so thickly hemmed in by trees that when one drives through, it becomes half-dark and all he can see is the shadowy trunks of trees fading from view into the stillness of the forest. In unexpected places he comes upon fast-moving brooks, pounding down their steep, rocky courses, and upon breath-taking views of unending variety. Trout streams, thick-wooded haunts of the ruffed grouse and wild turkey, deer ranges, and bear retreats are found in this wild region, but the part I liked best was the wildflower dells and the meandering trails by the clear-running brooks. SQUIRRELS Thelma Hindman In pioneer times we had several varieties of squirrels; the principal ones were the black, twenty-two inches long; the gray, eighteen inches long: and the red, or Hudson Bay, about eight inches long. The red is a bold little beast, king of the forest; he likes to be close to man, and is full of mischief. He is industrious in season and out. The black and gray are lazy. Observers tell us that when a squirrel wants to cross a creek or river and doesn't want to swim, he sails over on a piece of bark or wood, using his bushy tail as a sail to steer by. A single pair of squirrels inhabit the same tree for years. They hove three or four young at a litter. In the fall of the year, a squirrel will hide acorns and nuts outside of his nest, where others of his kind can not easily find them; then in midwinter, when he is hungry, he will leave his cozy nest and go a long distance through the snow to the identical spot where he has buried his food, dig it up, and enjoy his meal. In pioneer times, every seven or eight years, at irregular intervals in summer, a great army of black and gray squirrels invaded this wilderness from the northwest, c host that no man could number, travelling east in search of food. Hundreds of them were killed daily by other animals and by man. Crows and squirrels were at one time such a menace to the crops of the farmer in Western Pennsylvania that an act was passed by the Legislature in 1807 to encourage the killing of squirrels in certain parts of this Commonwealth. Today our attitude toward both the crow and squirrel has changed; we know that the crow does far more good than harm to the farmer, and we love the squirrel for his saucy, entertaining ways. Page Thirty-six THE BALD EAGLE, OUR NATIONAL EMBLEM Thelma Hindman In northwestern Pennsylvania, as well as throughout the United States, we have but two species of eagles, the bald and the golden. The name bald is not applied because the head is bare, but because the feathers of the neck and head of adult birds are pure white. The black , gray , and Washington eagles are but the young of the bald eagle. Three years are required before this species assumes the adult plumage. Some measure eight feet from tip to tip of wing. The nest, a bulky affair four or five feet in diameter, is built usually in a large tree near the water. A favorite article of food with this bird is fish, which he obtains mainly by strategy and rapine. Occasionally, however, according to different observers, the bald eagle will do his own fishing. The poor victims of the eagle have net the slightest chance of escape. The eagle's flight, ordinarily slow and somewhat heavy, becomes, in the excitement of pursuit, exceedingly swift and graceful, and the fugitive is quickly overtaken. When close upon its quarry, the eagle suddenly sweeps beneath it and turning, back downward, thrusts its powerful talons up into its breast. A brant or duck is carried off bodily to the nearest marsh or sand-bar. The Canada goose is too heavy to be thus easily disposed of; the two great birds fall together to the water beneath, and here the eagle literally tows his prize along the surface until the shore is reached. The bald eagle occasionally devours young pigs, lambs and fawns. Domestic fowls, wild turkeys and hares are also destroyed by this species. Sometimes it will even attack raccoons and skunks. Of our birds, the eagle is the largest, swiftest in flight, and keenest eyed; the humming bird is the smallest; the coot, the slowest; and the owl, the dullest. LITTLE LION TOOTH Anna Gilkey Little Lion-tooth is none other than our old familiar friend the dandelion. The Trench peasants, a long time ago, noticed its tooth-notched leaves and called it dent du lion. Dent is a French word which means tooth. It is likely that the lion part of the name was given to the flower because, as the lion is king of beasts, so the dandelion is king of flowers, or possibly because of its brilliant yellow color. The Fnglish, who misunderstood the French words, changed the name of the flower to dandelion. But these English people also had their own name for it. They called it Peasants Clock, because it opens at four o'clock in the morning and shuts at eight or nine in the evening. Another old English name for the flower is Blow Ball, because of its feathery seed globe, which the gentlest breeze scatters. To look at the unassuming dandelion, one would never dream that the massive white and gold chrysanthemums that the florist displays in his windows in early November belong to the same family. Yet these huge blooms are only the pampered brothers of the sturdy dandelion—the thistle with its lovely purple color, the star-like daisy, and the stout goldenrod. Some people dislike this humble flower and call it a nuisance ,but to me the first brave little dandelion that flaunts its golden head in the face of the early spring blasts is the most beautiful of all flowers. Page Thirty-seven SAN NOH-EH! Carl Bauer Long ago, so the Indian legends tell us, birds, trees, animals, and men each knew the language of the other, and they all could talk together. Trees in those days grew very large and strong. Soon they became quarrelsome and proud over their strength, and each tree strove to get the best for itself without any thought for the other trees. One day a great maple tried to crowd out an ash. The ash thought he had as much right to stand there as the maple and he would not move. They began shouting at each other and finally fell to wrestling. Just then the South Wind came along and stopped to find out what the quarrel was about. Back and forth, in and out they swayed, each trying to throw the other. I am greater than you, for I furnish the sweet water for man to drink, shouted the angry maple as he threw his huge trunk against the ash. No, you are not, retorted the ash, and he sent the maple back with a great push. I am greater than you, for I furnish the tough wood from which man makes his bow. The South Wind watched them writhe and twist for some time and then he said softly, You, O Maple, do not cause the sweet water to flow for man; nor do you, O Ash, make your wood to grow pliant and tough for his bow. Who does then? they asked defiantly. Listen, said the South Wind, and you shall hear. The two trees forgot their quarrel and as they bent their heads low to listen, an arm of the maple slipped through on arm of the ash. As they stood arm in arm, the South Wind swayed them gently to and fro. Then a voice was heard singing, San noh-eh! San noh-eh! San noh-eh! which means The mother of all things. Thus it was that the ash and the maple learned that it was Mother Earth who gave them their life, and power, and strength, and that they were brothers, because they had one Mother. The two trees whispered the secret to the birds; the birds told the animals; and the animals in turn told the man. Thus all the earth children learned that they were all brothers with one Great Mother. And now, whenever two trees lock arms lovingly, and the South Wind sways them to and fro, the same voice may be heard singing , San noh-eh! San noh-eh! San noh-eh! WOODS IN SPRING Mary Secunda In the spring, the Pennsylvania woods are filled with beautiful flowers and plants that blossom forth in lovely colors. Here and there are patches of yellow dogtooth violets, white anemones, and blue violets. The anemone with its delicate stem, almost lost in the grass, bows its head shyly. Close to it, stands the wild geranium with its lavender petals just ready to open. The pink and white blossoms entirely covering the thorn and wild crab trees seem to burst with fragrance. Birds flit from tree to tree gaily singing as they build their nests. A little crystal-clear brook trickles merrily among the flowers. There is a spirit of joy pervading the whole forest in the spring time. Page Thirty-eight OUR GREATEST HUNTER William Burns What tales of the out-of-doors we could tell if we could interview our pioneer Pennsylvania hunters, the greatest of whom was William Long. He was born near Reading, in Berks County, in 1794. His father and mother were Germans, and were real friends of the Cornplanter Indians. Young Bill killed his first deer when he was ten years old, and for this act he was presented with a flint-lock rifle by his father. The killing of this deer determined his vocation. He was to be a hunter. Many stories are told of his adventures while hunting. On one occasion Bill and the colored man, Charlie, who worked for him at his home near Brookville, had to spend the night in the woods. Bill knew Charlie was deathly afraid of wolves and thought that he would have some fun. So Bill told Charlie that if he heard a wolf howl, he was to run and climb the highest tree he could find. A few minutes later Bill, having slipped away from the fire into the shadows, commenced to howl like a wolf; and poor Charlie, scared almost to death, leaped from his blankets and ran into the woods. It took Bill two hours to find him; and when he came upon him, Charlie was sitting on the first branch of a high oak tree, muttering to himself, Charlie, you's got to stick right where you is, 'cause if you let's go, you's dead, you is! Charlie died in 1847, and was mourned by the whole community. He was one hundred years old at the time of his death. Long died in 1880, in Clearfield county, leaving two sons, one a boy named Jack who was nearly as great a hunter as his father, and a younger son, William. William Long shot his last deer long ago, but we still remember him as a great pioneer, who did much to make our state what it is today. THE BEAVER Henry Neiderkofler The beaver is one of the largest North American rodents. The thick fur, only the under coat of which is commercially valuable, the hind feet webbed between the toes, and the broad, flat, sealy tail fit it for a home largely in the water. It inhabits most sections of Pennsylvania, but especially the northeastern part. These animals live in small groups and are the most ardent workers of their species, felling trees sometimes two feet in diameter. Their teeth are chisel-like and very sharp. Many small branches, the bark of which serves as food, are then firmly embedded in the mud and used in the construction of dams. They are excellent engineers and design these dams to maintain a uniform water level to the entrance to their houses. During the winter these animals live on willow, poplar and birch bark. Among animals, beavers hold the same position that the bees and ants have among insects, in their remarkable instinct for working in common; and to say that a person is as busy as a beaver, is as much a compliment as to say as busy as a bee. Butler Countians have an unusual opportunity of observing the beaver, as there is a dam in Cherry Valley not for from Eau Claire. Page Thirty-nine FOXBURG Raymond Larson Foxburg is a quiet little hamlet lying along the Allegheny River, midway between Parkers Landing and Emlenton. It is so small that if you were to mention it to some stranger he would probably remark, Oh, yes, a little burg out Route 68, isn't it? Insignificant as it may seem to outsiders, it is dear to the hearts of the people who live there. They can visualize nothing prettier in the spring than the cherry trees that scent the woods with the sweet fragrance of their blossoms; nor in the summer, thon a mellow sunset reflected by the lazy Allegheny. This river in itself is a marvel to them with its natural swimming holes and ideal spots for picnicking along its banks. The woods, with their spongy carpet formed by the shedding of pine needles year after year, are perfect for hikes. The thirsty traveler may quench his thirst at many deep, clear-watered springs, scattered on either side of the path. Across the river on the opposite hill is a stream that cascades down over large rocks to enter the Allegheny. On fine summer days, rainbows of the most delicate hues shine in the fine spray formed by the waterfalls that dot its course. Autumn, which is thought by many to be the dreary herald of winter, merely unfolds new beauties at Foxburg. The trees in the valley seem to have particularly vivid colors of their own. The sunset on the river, which has darkened to a mellow golden by this time, coupled with the view of the leaves as one gazes up the valley, is a sight to put inspiration into the breasts of famous artists. Winter, too, has beauties not to be neglected. The wintry picture of a smooth blanket of snow covering the comfortable houses and the bleak trees just at dusk when lights are beginning to shine from every window makes one understand why the people of Foxburg love their homes. JOHN BLACK AND THE WOLVES Ruth McBride Perhaps we do not realize that there were once wolves in Butler County. The Butler County History tells of a young boy, John Black, who in 1798, settled with his father in Donegal township. One night os he was going to bring the cows home from pasture, he was attacked by wolves. He hurriedly climbed a tree, and, to be sure that he would be secure from the wolves, he tied himself to the tree by his suspenders. His family waited for him to come home, but, as the hours passed with no sign of John, his father and some of the neighbors formed a searching party to hunt for him. They scoured the woods in every direction, all the while blowing their horns to indicate to the lost boy that they were near. At last they found him still treed by the wolves. John's rescuers drove the wolves away, and Mr. Black took his young son home, where he was regarded os a hero by his companions. Editor’s Note: Much of this material was prepared in Senior English classes. The authors wish to acknowledge as their source books the various Butler County Histories, C. Hale Sipe’s The Indians of Pennsylvania”, Mabel Powers’ books of Indian legends, and various pamphlets obtained from the State Department at Harrisburg. Page Forty Excerpts from Themes on Out-Door Life in Pennsylvania It is very peculiar that the mountain laurel, Pennsylvania's State Flower, is not an original inhabitant of either Pennsylvania or of the United States. The mountain laurel originated in England . . . In mythology the laurel was sacred to Apollo, the Sun God. The legend says that Apollo loved Daphne, the daughter of the River God, but Daphne did not love Apollo because she had given her love to the woods. She fled to escape Apollo, but she was pursued so closely that she begged her father to help her. Her father turned her into a laurel tree and the laurel was held sacred to Apollo ever after. DONALD DUNN M McConnell's Mills is certainly one of the loveliest spots in this vicinity. Its beauty lies in its natural wildness, and fines are imposed on persons who destroy any of its wild life, either plant or animal. This is as it should be, for great care has been taken throughout the years to preserve its loveliness and to keep it free from disfiguring bill boards, improved roads, or any attempt at commercialization. JOSEPH NARIBETSKY One can have many interesting adventures in a woodland walk ... I have seen young squirrels so tame and fearless that I have come close enough to reach out and touch them. The prettiest sight I ever saw in the out-of-doors was four deer, in late autumn, grazing on a hill between two chestnut trees, with all the woods aflame with different colors around them. JOHN MENCHYK The American Boy tells of Tillie, a Yellowstone Park woodchuck, who at a single sitting ate three blueberry pies, four large candy bars, two jelly rolls, six sandwiches and two packages of salted peanuts. Five minutes later she was hungry again. It's a good thing the Boy Scouts were not undertaking to feed her! Another small Pennsylvania mammal is the snow-shoe rabbit. Inhabitants of Butler County sees it, as it is found in the northern counties. This species is larger than the cottontail. Their nests are in shallow depressions in the ground lined with leaves and the mother's hair. The snow-shoe is rather rare compared to the cottontails in the state. Game animals include also the raccoon. He is a nocturnal animal. He prowls through the forests and along streams feeding on frogs, cray-fish, fruit, green corn, and fish. These animals can be easily tamed and make very interesting pets. They are fearless and tenacious fighters, even against a large number of dogs. They use their front paws like hands. The raccoon always washes his food in some stream before he eats it. DAVID MILLER Page Forty-one The raccoon shows a love for glittering things. A man once caught o raccoon when it was young and tamed it, but it so frequently stole silver spoons that he was compelled to send it away into the woods. NAN CRAIG Of all the warblers, not one displays so many different motions in one short minute as the beautiful American redstart. Ching, ching, chee; ser-wee, swee, swe-e-e, he sings, and with wings and toil outspread whirls about like a bright intoxicated butterfly, dancing from limb to limb, darting upward, floating downward, blown hither and thither like a leaf in the breeze; but the gnats dancing in the sunlight and the caterpillars feeding in the shade of the leaves know to their sorrow that his erratic course is guided by a purpose. KATHERINE FRATTO The cheery call of the bob-white is one of the first sounds of the open fields in spring. The bob-white is a great help to the farmer. He eats the most destructive insect pests such as weevils, grasshoppers, locusts, chink-bugs. Bob-white is also a destroyer of weeds. RUTH LEVENTHAL Among all the enemies of birds, be they bird, beast, reptile, or even man himself, there is no more cunning or promiscuous killer than half-wild, half-fed, or even well-fed house cats. Their attacks on birds are often little short of fiendish. More than once, I have seen a house cat deliberately corner a fledgling robin to toy with it cruelly. They often wipe out whole families of young birds. Farmers value cats about their premises as rat and mouse killers, and cats do to a varying degree help in this respect, but they are undeniably a menace to our bird population, which is invaluable in keeping down injurious insect pests. CLIFFORD WEETER The Broken Retort James Poole A puff of smoke, a muffled pop, The sound of breaking glass; A figure runs the mess to mop, Then hastens back to her class. What have you done? in vain she shrieks. That cost four bucks and more! But alas! the air around her reeks, And the retort's days are o'er. And now the moral of these lines You've heard perhaps before, From many a Senior in distant times When retorts popped with a roar. Page Forty-two As was our old habit In the dull dark season of hazy November. We had hunted all day in the cold, crisp air; Neither one of us saw the least sign of a hare; It was drawing towards evening, The sun was just leaving The dark to the woods that were lonely and bare. Nothing would do but my brother must shoot At a stump pulled out from the ground by the root; He wanted to say He'd missed something that day, So the old folks would not feel like raising the roof. So he raised his old gun, and I started to run As he blasted away at the stump, just for fun. Could we trust our own eyes? He'd located a prize— Two fat cottontails were at home there, by gum! Those rabbits looked grand in our good old brown bag; As homeward we trod, our feet sure did not lag. Dim twilight was o'er; Night was ruler once more— And of Ma's rabbit pie we're still tempted to brag! Page forty-three ’'Noon time and June time, down around the river”, who would not succumb to the charm of rod and reel? Over 100,000 fishermen use the waters of our nine State Forests annually, but one need not go so far from home to hear the tale of the fish that got away”. Just ask Mr. Hogg or Mr. Frederick. A recent State project which promises delight to future fishermen is the new Pymatuning Dam near Greenville. - ANNA GcILKEY SALUTATORIAN DOROTHEE EISLER MARTHA CRATTY HELEN GLENN BARBARA YACUBGVSKY ARCHIE BETTY KLINGENSMITH MARIAN CHUCK' 'SKINS' ELMER 'bud' JANE 'PECkCiV' JANET Commencement Activities BACCALAUREATE, SUNDAY, JANUARY 6. The beauty and solemnness of our baccalaureate service will never be forgotten by this graduating class. The Reverend Dr. B. F. Bieber, pastor of the First English Lutheran Church, gave us a very fine message after the class, directed by Mr. Von Ende, had sung the beautiful anthem, Thanks Be to God. CLASS NIGHT, TUESDAY, JANUARY 8. In another part of our book you will find recorded some of the jokes and puns, appropriate and otherwise, which spurred on the fun of Class Night. After our president, Edgar Huselton, had given his president s address, which, according to custom struck a more serious note, the rest of the evening was devoted to the following program: A Night of Mystery by The Unlucky Thirteen: Master of Ceremonies.......................................... Edgar Huselton Foretelling the Future By Madame Adacodabra (Helen Lyons) and her Assistant (David Miller) The Psychic Eye Madame Sees-All-Good (Dorothy Atkinson) Professor Sees-No-Good (Elmer Richardson) Hypnotists Madame Theresa (Marion Baker) Hypnotist (Charles Sterling) Three Witches Peggy Cheesemon, Janet Davis, Jane Schmoker Magicians Madame Pocus (Peggy Lewis) Honorable Hocus (Archie Bain) Astrologers Elmer Honenberger and Warren Thompson Cornet Solo....................... ..................... James Cunningham COMMENCEMENT, THURSDAY, JANUARY 10. The Commencement theme this year traced The Genesis and Objectives of our Primary High School Subjects , the speakers exploining the origin and especial value to the pupil of many of the subjects in our curriculum. We are justly proud of our honor students, whose program was as follows: Mathematics (Salutatory) Anna Elizabeth Gilkey Government Helen Jane Glenn Reading Dorothee Louise Eisler Writing Clara Elizabeth Klingensmith Tools........................................ ... Martha Cratty Scientific Method Barbara Yacubovsky By-Products of Education (Valedictory) Forrest Foster THE BANQUET, held Monday night, January 7, at the Sterling Club, was a decided success. The various after-dinner speakers included Mr. Nicholas, Peggy Lewis, Larry Laconi and Mr. Wiley, with a reoding by Marion Baker. Nine members of the class presented the one-act play, Elmer , which was much enjoyed by all. The cast included Johnny Diehl, Anno Gilkey, Helen Glenn, Peg Cheesemon, Anna Marie Fellmeth, Dorothee Eisler, Ray Larson, Paul Hoffman, and Betty Klingensmith. The banquet committee included Clayton Markwell, chairman: Mildred Charlton, Janet Davis, Forrest Foster, Bud Graham, Bea Nesbitt, Lois Ruby, Betty Staples. At the FAREWELL exercises Friday morning, the usual speeches and awards were made. Bud Huselton, in behalf of the class, presented the school with the picture, Joan of Arc , chosen as our memorial by our committee headed by Thelma Hindman. Page Forty-seven TENNIS TEAM BANQUET COMMITTEE OENIORS IN ORCHESTRA MEMORIAL COMMITTEE PLAY CAST— ALL-OF-A-SUDDEN-PEGGY” Front Row (L.. to R.)—Miss Montgomery, B. Nesbitt, B. Huselton, F. Foster, P. Ellwinger, P. Cheeseman. Back Row—T, Hazlctt, R. Larson, N. J. May, A. Ferguson, D. Atkinson, J. Mencliyk, M. Baker, D. Benton. The Senior Play The play's the thing, young Hamlet said. I've kinda got it in my head He meant our play in B. H. S.— All-of-a-Sudden-Peggy , I guess. We'll not write up the play again, as it was treated fully in the December Magnet; if you didn't read that number, just look at this cast picture, and you'll know the play was good! The only thing we regret is that the trap-door spider failed to have its picture taken. That would have added the final touch! The Musical Entertainment That concert on December fourteenth was just about the best ever. The band absolutely outdid itself and the glee clubs and orchestra were fine. Special numbers were: Mixed Quartette, Dorothy Atkinson, Gertrude Mortland, David Benton, Howard Bolam; Reading, Why the Chimes Rang , Martha Crotty; Tuba solo, Murray Cornelius; Girls' Trio, Dorothy Roudybush, Grace Mortland, Kathryn Morris; Cornet Duet, Jos. Cunningham and Wm. Jamison; Boys' Quartette, Paul Megan, Jos. Heine-mon, Ernest Baird, Berton Fillhort. Page Forty-nine The greasy knave from the blacksmith's shed Hastened to ye charger's cheek. What price on oil today? he said. This darn tin suit doth squeak! Look to the steed, my varlet, first! And then, pray simonize. I got to meet a lass tonight, A gal with bright blue eyes. I say, good knave, attach ye winch; Fair Sue I must call, forsooth!— To hoist him off his horse was a cinch, So he entered a Bell phone booth. They brought a jack to pry open his coat, Where at last a nickel was found. Alas! it slipped and fell in the moat, Where to hunt it our hero near drowned. But, alas! E'en that nickel could not work the charm; Sue had left with some other knight bold. Your armor's too thin, and it's made of tin, Is what o'er the phone he was told. His face it turned dark crimson, For alone tonight he must sup; And he wept one great, slow, bitter tear— We know, for his visor was up! So endeth this heart-rending ballad Of the lass and her knight so true; While the knight that night ate his salad, He was thinking and thinking of Sue! Page fifty Slippery Rock got its name, according to Hassler’s Old Westmoreland, from the fact that the horse of one of General Brod-head’s soldiers named Ward slipped on one of the smooth rocks of this stream and fell, injuring Ward, whereupon the soldiers christened the stream Slippery Rock . If we could have a list of all the joyous boys and girls who have since slipped off those same rocks into the water for a cool invigorating swim, their name would be legion. VARSITY FOOTBALL SQUAD—Front Row (L. to R.)—Tom Findley, B. Dunn, P. Betty, Joe Naribetsky (Capt.), Tony Sandloop, G. Ball, Joe Gillott. Second Row, FL McNamee, J. Bromwich, F. Yossa, C. Stirling, F. Tack, D. Youkers, L.eo Clouse, Ed. Kradel. Third Row—Mr. Heinzcr (Coach), Mr. Storey (Faculty Mgr.), J. Josephs, George Michaels, W. Collins, F.. Richardson, B. Leith, R. Koerner (Student Mgr.), R. Dismucke (Asst. Student Mgr.) CLASS BASKETBALL TEAM Front Row (L. to R.)—J. Cadwallader, D. Leetch, P. Dorcy, J. Naribctsky, L. Laconi. Back Row—Dave Miller, Manager; T. Walsh, G. Gavula, B. Huse!ton, T. Dickey, C. Markwell, Mr. Atwell, Coach. Graduating Lettermen JOE NARIBETSKY, the leading letterman of our class, has five letters to his credit, four for football and one for track. He captained and called signals for the football team his senior year. Slitz' was also on the basketball and swimming teams, but failed to receive letters. ’BUD” HUSELTON captained our basketball team second semester last year and first semester this year. He is a top notch ball handler and one of the best guards developed in Butler for many years. Bud played a half season as varsity guard before he received his letter. He was one of New Castle's greatest worries last year. PAUL DORCY got his letter in track for running the quarter mile and on the relay team. He was a member of the team that won the W. P. |. A. L. championship in '33. ART FERGUSON did great work in swimming in the 40 yard, 100 yard, and freestyle relay. Coach Mixer will have a hard time finding a man to fill Art's suit. TCM FINDLEY has three football letters, earned at guard. He played a stellar game, and although he had much competition, always wound up best man. Page Fifty-three CLASS MUSH BALL TEAM Front Row (Sitting)—Dave Miller, Bob Brandberg, Managers; E. Snyder, P. Dorcy, J. Cadwallader, P. Dean, D. Dunn. Middle Row—B. Huselton, C. Markwell, J. Naribetsky, A. Yellenik, L. Catalano, Mr. Atwell, Coach. Back Row— L. Laconi, B. Green, T. Dickey, G. Gavula, E. Ford, E. Hoffman. Graduating Lettermen, Continued JOE GILLOTT received his letter in football. He played guard, which is always tough, but was even tougher this, his senior year. His pep and cheerful spirit will be missed when next season rolls around. DON LEETCH earned two letters in track during his junior and senior years. Don is especially accomplished in high hurdles. DAVE MILLER, the famous stoolie'' of our class, was awarded a B for his efforts as track manager. He got his hardest work, however, during football season as an assistant. Always on the job, he did his very best at anything he attempted. ELMER RICHARDSON earned two letters while in Butler High, one in track on the relay team, and in the 100 and 220 dashes; the other in football as half-back. CHARLES STIRLING earned two letters at varsity football, filling both tackle and end positions in a creditable manner. Chuck was on the tradr'ffeam also, but failed to get his letter because of strong competition in the weights. WARREN THOMPSON earned his B on the 1933 football team. He was ineligible last season, but kept following the team, with the good ole B. H. S. spirit. Skinns played both at center and right end. Page Fifty-four f GIRLS’ CLASS BASKETBALL TEAM Front Row (L. R.)—M. Baker, K. Hartman, P. Cheescman, A. Hahn. Back Row (L. to R.)—D. Atkinson, E. Kriner, A. Kellar, J. Davis, D. Eislcr. Girls’ Class Basketball Team After watching our team play, no one could say we did not have a good, all-around group of players. Pluck, determination, and plenty of skill were shown at all times by our girls. Not always winners, they took defeat gamely. Our captain, Anna Kellar, played the center position and was always right in there to get the tip-off. Dot Eisler and Peg Cheeseman, our stellar guards, showed great ability and kept their opponents worried. Marion Baker and Janet Davis were our capable forwards, who also did their share of the scoring. Always ready when wanted were these two. Kate Hartman played side center and certainly needs to be complimented on her ability. The other-.«iembers of our team, who were always dependable, were Agnes Hahn and Eleanor Kriner, both of whom played guard. Cheerful and efficient, too, was our faithful manager, Dot Atkinson. Teamwork and cooperation, two great factors in any game, were certainly shown by all the members of our fine team, and if they did not win all their games, they at least were models of good sportsmanship. Page Fifty-five UC$Ht $£L TO A 0A3KETGAU. CHEEKLEAORP3 DOA LESTCH track TOMr A Ol £Y Footo all CHUCK $ T L Mi footcali COACH JOG 'HAR Z tsjc, FOOTBALL TfcACK BOB bAXWBLL SWiMMihK G£OR £ QAVUIA C OLP T?ier''£eeQ036 SWIMMING LET 1 ©ALLY The black bear, often called the Clown of the Woods”, is more plentiful in Pennsylvania than in any other state in the Union. He loves to climb trees, hunt beech nuts and honey, and has such a lively curiosity that game protectors find great difficulty in preserving from his too-inquisitive attention the metal signs placed along the game refuges. He is one of the Seven Sleepers” or hibernating animals, and spends the winter months in a comatose state in a cave or under an old tree stump. P£ Q4 Y ' P££ WEE M © 4t Tal c at i v s MA jAN CHUCK Best Sports BETTY BVO Most Popular £C S 3X AJ3 8i kC 5T BuuHPkTK.'S Tom CATHEG Atf MostBa$� hpul POT LARRY Wittiest BETTY foc Most Ve csatilc PAUL BARBARA BE5TL.OOK|NQt THELMA HAROLD Most Dignified AM A cTOE Most Athletic many of their classmates. They hod at first some difficulty in getting their telescope to work properly, due to an obstructing body in the way, quite large, very dark on top, with immense cavities, apparently quite wooded , which proved to be Laborinis, Larry Laconi's head. Having removed it, they were then able to assure Henry Niederkofler that persons born on January 25 have great talent for learning, although they do not always use it. Louie Catalano sent the famous astrologers a letter asking whether he should follow his father's footsteps and go Into the shoe business. He was told that persons born under the sign Pisces should become fish peddlers to make their life scales balance. They are of tough and leathery construction and best known for their ability to sling the hooey. Helen Glenn's letter read: Dear Professors, I am a little girl seventeen years old. I should like to know what I am to be ten years from now. The famous professors' answer was, Twenty-seven! Doc Brandberg also had sent a letter. It read: Dear Profs., will you please consult my horoscope and see what profession I should follow. I had a job in the shirt factory but I quit it because they made me work nights to make night shirts. We are in a hurry, said Warren. Tell him 'yes'. However, they did finally send him word to study geology, the study of Rocks. The professors discovered quite a number of famous stars. One that was twisting, turning, dodging, straight-arming its way across the sky proved to be that famous toter of the pigskin, Joe Naribetsky. A notable binary star proved to be Francis Collier and Eleanor Martin; a brilliant triple star, on closer examination, resolved itself into Bea Nesbitt, Peg Cheeseman, and Bud Huselton. A star that fairly shot off sparks was the now-famous lecturer, Milton Miller. He was just following out his natural bent, discovered while in high school, for talking a lot, and was saying, quite characteristically, The more experience I have with lipstick, the more I dislike it! (We believe him. Give Milton a good dog and a gun and a woods to go hunting in if you wont to please him.) A very brilliant but diminutive star turned out to be the Baby Rose Marie of the class, Anna Marie Fellmeth, trying to ride for half fare on a street car. (At least if she doesn't do that, she almost could, she is so small.) The worthy professors now opened another letter, but as it had no money in it, they refused to prognosticate. It was from our Scotch friend, Angus Whitmire. Chuck Stirling's letter drew an answer, however. It read, Dear Professors, I have been in misery for three years. Do you think I will ever learn to dance? The answer was that he had better stick to the gridiron, flat-iron, waffle-iron, or something along that line. Many other like conjurations had so bewildered poor Prof. Thompson's brain that he could not remember which way he was coming from when he came in, but Elmer finally steered him off the stage, at the same time appropriating to buy some dinner with the rubber dollar sent to the professors by the snappy class of Jan. 1935. Page fifty-nine The Psychic Eye Dorothy Atkinson Professor Sees-Much-Good Elmer Richardson Professor Sees-No-Good The Profs, were introduced by Bud Huselton as follows: On this night of mysfery, I think it well that two prominent here-to-fore ununknown psycho-analyists of our class be introduced, Professor Sees-No-Good and his worthy partner, Professor Sees-Much-Good. To them goes the job of disclosing strange and mysterious desires and actions of our class. After Bud's introduction, the Professors turned their machine on him and revealed some hidden secrets of his life, disclosing the fact that he was still a strong, silent, he-man. James Poole was next on their fatal list and it was revealed that he was a very good boy. He applies the laws of the Bible to daily life. When Mr. Bernlohr told him to give an example of how the Bible is a source for modern lows, he said that our modern low against bigamy was taken from the Bible because the Good Book states that no man can serve two masters! Prof. Sees-No-Good then said that he could see no good for Joe Gillott. When asked why, he stated that when Mr. Comin, in his American History class asked Joe what a mugwump was, he replied, A mugwump is a species of bird that sits on the fence with his mug on one side and his wump on the other. Then the Psychic Eye revealed this about Gen. Milleman, a splendid girl who always takes advantage of her opportunities. Just recently Bill Miller came in unexpectedly and, putting his hands over her eyes said, If you can't guess who I am in three guesses, I'm going to kiss you. Then Gen. said, thoughtfully, Jack Frost— Davy Jones—Santa Claus. Arthur Ferguson was also on the fatal list. It seems Art once had great ambitions to become a butler, but they were all ruined. When he had to introduce Mr. Dollar, Mrs. Dollar, and their daughter, at Mr. Vanderbilt’s reception, he calmly announced, in a loud voice, Three bucks! A prominent artist in the class was next on the list, Jane Schmoker. Now there is a girl who is very much interested in the welfare of her country. In Lit. class the other day, Miss Bartley asked her, What could be more sad than a man without a country?' Professor Sees-No-Good then revealed her answer, A country without a man. The invention of the prominent professors then revealed some information about the most bashful boy in the class, Tom Findley. He was working in a music store downtown during the Christmas vacation and as he was arranging some songs, a girl came in and asked in an appealing voice, Have you, 'Kissed Me in the Moonlight?' Poor Tom! His face got red, and he stammered, No ma'am—it—it must have been the man at the other counter. I've only been here a week, and don’t remember ever seeing you before. Page Sixty Foretelling the Future Helen Lyon and Dave Miller brought before us the renowned Madam X who, because she had already foretold the marriage of Vernon Hooks and Mary Keck, had won great fame as a prophet. She summoned a mysterious voice which told us that Pee Wee Larson would use his marvelous line to good advantage as a Fuller Brush salesman; that Kate Hartman would retain her girlish figure if she adhered at least one day in the month to her eighteen day diet; that LaRue Hutter, inspired to become o lawyer by her A Senior civics class, would not be clever enough in her cross examinations to make Betty Staples keep all her dates straight; that Alberta Shanor would conduct a class in horse-back riding at Birmingham. Jean Sherman she forsaw lost in the fog—no, the steam—of Fisher's Dry Cleaning Works. Chic Markwell had become a very wealthy man, whose wealth was driving him crazy, but not crazy enough to share it with his former pals, Bud Huselton and Tink Dickey. Peggy Lewis, torn between two vocations, was advised by the voice to become a painter rather than a poet. Why a painter? asked Madam X. Have you seen her paintings? No, replied the voice, but I have read her poetry! Marie Jackson, of course, had followed little Willie Moser's footsteps to Grove City, and Ulmer Richardson had brought glory to Jan. '35 by becoming Speaker of the House at Washington, D. C. That is just in line with the way he started, said Madame X. You remember the time he took his Model T to the shop to get it fixed and when he came back it wasn't done? Well, Elmer flew into a rage and said to the salesman, This is my car and what I say goes. The grimy mechanic crawled out from under the car. Say engine, Mister, he said. However, what Elmer said did often go with our class in B. H. S. We liked Elmer. The Flypnotists Marion Baker was in an exceedingly dangerous position on Class Night. She was hypnotized by Chuck Stirling and completely under his power. The class trembled because some secrets were revealed which they thought no one could possibly know. Chuck took advantage of his power and the very first thing asked Madame's (Marion's) correct age. Imagine asking a girl her correct age and in front of all those people! Dorothee Eisler under Madame's hypnotic influence, defined the difference between a sewing machine and a kiss thus: A sewing machine sews nice, and a kiss seems so nice. We'll let you in on a secret—Dorothee doesn't like to sew. Madame told us that. Paul Hetrick, when he is a minister, is going to refrain from asking mourners to pass around the bier. Also, since class night, people watch Ed Ford as they go past, to see if he has burst from eating that extra piece of cake. There were some questions handed in by the audience and the class, which Chuck, after hypnotizing himself, attempted to answer. In answer to the question of why Elgie Snyder goes to Sunday school, Chuck replied: To learn the date of Page Sixty-one the picnic. Chuck also told us that Paul Dean is taking aviation up early. He's already up in the air about his next door neighbor. Somebody wanted to know why Ruth Leventhal didn't ride in taxis anymore. Charles' answer was that in her first ride in one, the driver kept continually putting out his hand as a signal to the following traffic. Finally Ruth became angry. Young man, she said, you look after that car of yours, and watch where you’re going. I'll tell you when it starts to rain. At this point Chuck collapsed under the great strain and was helped from the platform by his assistant. Last Will and Testament of the Senior Class of January, 1935 We, being of sound mind (?) and body (?) in departing hence from the spacious corridors of our noble school, do hereby bequeath to our worthy successors, our beloved property, traits, and renowned characteristics, to-wit: Forrest Foster leaves his slight task of Editor-in-Chief of your illustrious almanac to Bob Sutton. Vernon Hooks and Mary Keck leave their route of daily walks to a like lovesick pair—Bob Ashbaugh and Jane Mortland. Archie Bain leaves his filibustering in Civics class to Junior Heineman. Bob Maxwell leaves Nancy Stewart to nobody. Dot Eisler (ye fair wench) leaves her wise cracks and snappy comebacks to Jane Snyder. Marion Baker leaves her Mae West accent to Betty Lou Beatty. Stoolie Miller leaves his stoolieship to Bill Miller. Chick Markwell leaves his extra chemistry apparatus to Rip Collins. The Four Mystery Singers (?) 213, Paul Hoffman, Forrest Foster, Bob Maxwell, and a fourth whose name we cannot mention, leave their combined talent to whatever quartet is half as good. Hazel Foster leaves her dancing ability to Joan Wasson. Bud Huselton leaves his space above the bulletin board in 214 to Jock Sutherland. Peg Green leaves her place in the Green car to the other eleven who ride to school in it. Betty Staples leaves Hi School with pleasure. Art Ferguson leaves his chickens to Peg Sorgen. The A Senior Class leaves Hi School Sorrowfully (?) Goombye Witnesses: Dave Miller Signed James Poole John Hancock CLASS OF JANUARY, 1935 Patrick Henry Page Sixty- wo Magicians A The magicians, Archie Bain and Peggy Lewis, produced by means of magic out of the air many appropriate gifts for our class. To Johnny Diehl they gave a heavy weight to anchor his Austin, because going down town one day he drove through the exhaust pipe of a truck and thought he was in the Liberty Tubes. To Andrew Natali they gave a pair of cymbals to take the place of the ones he was leaving in Butler High School. To George Gavula—Scotch kilties, because he is so good in golf. To Don Leetch—a framed copy of his latest ultra-modern drawing: The Bladeless Knife without a Handle . To poor, undernourished Paul Richey—a bottle of moo juice . To Andy Yellenik—a comfortable, plush-covered, over-stuffed stool to sit on whife he awaits a ride to the Country Club. To Jim Cunningham, they gave a sour musical note, the only black sheep in his family. To Betty Bartle—a penny bank to save up the $250 she has to pay Carl Bauer as a result of the mock trial in civics. To Jane Morris Harold Merchant—reducing machines to help rid them of excess fat. To Martha Colbert—a heavy cake just like her heart. (Martha puts her heart into her cooking and her last cake went flat because her heart has been so heavy since John Seyler went away to school.) To Nancy Lichty—an index of the books in her father's book store, because the last time a customer asked if he might see Ben Hur, Nancy replied, Nobody by that name works here. After other equally appropriate donations, the mysterious Monsieur and Madame withdrew, refusing to take any encores. EDITOR’S NOTE: i'e regret that wo lacked the space to print what the Class Night speakers said about every member of our class. For that reason we have left this blank space, in order that you may make for yourself any additional notes which you care to. Pagr Sixly-thr The Iliad of a Dyspeptic Peggy Cheeseman In the manner of A Seniors I had my picture took, And when my face is published You may see it in this book. Have a look! And then to rightly celebrate I found an extra dime, And thought I'd like to spend it On a grand old time. What a Crime!! Then hurriedly I purchased A huge ice cream milk shake, And fifteen minutes later Oh, did my stomach quake— What a mistake!!! So, rushing back to classes My senses all agog, I regretted every minute That I'd been such a hog, Lost in a fog!!!! When nearer came the noontime, A cyclone was my turn, And I began to wonder Why I had been so dumb. By gum!!!!! To make it more than tragic, My father, mother's mate, Gave me a box of candy. Oh, the irony of fate, It was too late!!!!! Take my advice and profit And then you'll be O. K.— Don't gorge yourself on sodas; Believe me Crime Don't Pay. I'll say!!!!! _ Pa%c Sixty-four I'm a Dreamer Martha Crafty Aren't we all? My weary bones were beginning to ache from the hardness of the seats in that infernal study room (316). Having been taught by my dear, dear parents when I was a very little girl to always think of something nice when I was in extreme pain, I thought of how comfortable a rocking chair would feel right then. This idea must have been too butch for be (I got a co'd in my ead), for in another minute I dozed off. Fully asleep by this time, it seems that I must have been dreaming of Civics class (and that zero) for I remember Mr. Bernlohr soying to Larry La-coni, That's a good question and that's what we teachers are here for—to answer questions (?). Mr. Bernlohr must have had a good breakfast (more than I had) that morning, for he very soon announced that since we had been such good little citizens all month, instead of having class today, we were all going to court to hear the latest blood-curdling murder trial. We had a swelleligent time except that Martha Colbert fainted when the Judge displayed the ice pick with which he (the murderer, not the judge) slew the man. On the way back to school, Mr. Bernlohr took us all into Isaly's to get free ice cream cones. Generous guy we call him! Seeing that we were going to be late for chapel, our dear teacher decided to call taxis and in 35 74 seconds we were all seated comfortably on the new divans in the auditorium. There we heard a stirring talk on What Makes the Clock Tick.' Refreshed by this interesting address by our visiting friend, Mr. Noitall, we hurried to the lobby to catch the nearest elevator to Chemistry Lab. Since it was the last day of the month and we didn’t have any more work left to do (believe it or not by Olive and Oil) Miss Critchlow allowed us to make anything we wanted. Our chemists, Judy Herr and Art Ferguson, used this opportunity to finish their new hair tonic which guarantees no dandruff, no lice, no cooties, and—no hair. Dave Miller and Slitz Naribetsky discovered a new kind of gas which causes insensibility; but, sad to say, their discovery may never be used because they soon became the victims of their own concoction (Webster's dictionary, page 923478x). The most economical experiment of a century was finished when Helen Glenn and Margaretta Russell made some simply deevine perfume which they sold to all the girls, also Elmer Richardson and Don Leetch, for I 3 IOc an ounce. This perfume, christened Attar of Carbon (AC2), had such a beautiful odor that when the chimes rang at the end of the period everyone just sat farther back in their plush chairs and breathed in this heavenly fragrance (hurrah!—at last a way has been found to keep us in chemistry class) ... I suddenly awoke with a start, for someone was jabbing me sharply in the back with a ruler. I turned around to behold Elmer Honenberger vigorously chewing Beechnut gum (otherwise known as AC2), and looking innocent, as usual. O grim reality—how we do hate thee! Page Sixty-fne nr Witches We wonder if Shakespeare's witches would hove recognized themselves in Peggy Cheeseman, Janet Davis, and Jan Schmoker, as they chanted: Round about the cauldron go In the bright cosmetics throw Katherine Bossard, our most bashful miss, Uses cosmetics to gain wedded bliss. In this bright blue Ford we'll throw; It belongs to Mildred Herold's beau. (Wayne Heist) Witty Helen Lyon was fooled one day, When her boy friend had this bit to say; They were sitting in the park one evening. The air was soft with the balmy odors of spring-time. Helen cuddled up to him and said, 'Sweetheart, tell me something soft and sweet.' He replied, 'Custard Pie.' These comfy shoes of Genevieve Cain's, When she's walking will spare her pains. In the country every day, How she wishes for a 'one-hoss shay!' Forrest Foster sure works fast; With the ladies he's already gained a past! In Pittsburgh, Brenda; in Warren, Doris— We Butler girls—he doesn't go for us. 'Fos' is certainly one grand sport Though he has a girl in every port. From Elizabeth Glynn we took this measure; We found it was her greatest treasure, For she uses this tape both day and night To see if she's gained any height. If you see Bud Graham with straight blonde hair Just think that the witches have been there And have taken his wave set back to their lair. Bob Morgan cheers with all his might To see his team put up a fight. He carries this act so very far That he shouted one day in a crowded street car: 'Lam 'em in, slam 'em in! For no room we'll lack; Hustle 'em in, bustle 'em in, Prod 'em in the back!' In a civics book we'll throw; It will make the cauldron glow. Virginia Schiavone will sigh with relief, For it has caused her many a grief. Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Page Sixty-six Farewell—A Slight Error A spirit of gloom hovered over the high school. It belied the bright dresses and snappy suits worn by the students; even a casual observer could not help noticing the downcast faces. We Seniors had never dreamed that our leaving would cause such grief. In one corner a group of B Senior girls sat, wringing out their handkerchiefs; in another, Junior Heineman, looking as if his last friend had died. Gosh! I thought. I wish I weren't graduating. I hate to cause every one to look so sad. As I went on, the gloom was so thick that it could be cut. A bunch of the noisiest boys in the school were talking soberly, and I even imagined that I detected a tear or two. That was the last straw; my heart was so filled with remorse at such manifestations of grief at my leaving that I started back into the school to arrange for a postgraduate course. Just as I passed through the door, I heard one student say, Gee! everyone sure got a rotten report card! It certainly makes me feel low. That, my friends, was my Farewell to Butler High School ! Suspense Tense faces, bodies alert and strained, all eyes focused on one spot. Figures bent and ready to spring. A tall figure is speaking, facing the group held in suspense. Suddenly a slight click is heard. Instantly the group stirs os one; then, as an unleashed tiger, hurtles toward the door and freedom. No, a jail break has not occurred. The 12:00 bell has rung! If... Paul Hetrick If I were good in spelling, I tell you what I'd do— I'd rite a grate big speler, So you could spel good, to. Most kids ain't good in grammar, And so I sez to you, I'd like to help them fellows Be good in grammar, two. If I was good at poetry, A poem I would rite; But the teachers then would gjve it For memory work some nite. So I guess I'll stop a-thinkin' Of how to help a pal, And master something for myself— It might be more worthwhile. Page Sixty-seven Walter and Winchell Though this year's Walter and Winchell are gone, (Thank the Lord!) Someone still will carry on. (Curses!) No one has found us, not even a few, (Oh, yeah!) Our identity now we'll reveal to you. (Aren't cha glad?) Last month we were in padded cell 777 and couldn't get our manuscript to the printers . . . Bea Nesbitt sure does keep us on the go. We can't keep our lists of her boy friends up to date . . . Pee Wee Larson still thinks J-neck Davis is the girl ... So do a lot oTother boys, E. J. Honenberger included . . . Doc' Brandberg thinks Dot' Eisler is O. K. . . . ditto (this means the same) for Stoolie Miller and Paul Hoffman about Martha Cratty . . . Jay Campbell Brandon III is still trekking westward out Pearl Street to Colbert's . . . We wish John Hobaugh would make up his mind whether it's to be Helen Glenn or Bea Todd . . . Tonight you will see Pinky Olsen and Eleanor Kriner, Tom Hazlett and Betty Lou Beatty, Chick' Markwell and Lois Ruby ambling to the Prom ... If we were Swedish, we would assure you that a certain boy Bain going for you, Betty Klingensmith . . . Jim Poole and Doc Maxwell have started the Slaughter-house Quartet. Anyone who can't sing is invited to join . . . Harold Merchant and John Diehl (those old devils) have prepared the following list of how to keep the truant officer or the big bad wolf away: I. Hang a Scarlet Fever' sign on the door. 2. Turn a mad dog ioose on him. 3. Change the number of your house. 4. Hire a saxophone player. (Al! applicants write to Box 67 g, care Magnet) 5. As a last resort, don't play hookey . . . Here's to the Bachelor's Club: Louis Catalano, Elmer Richardson, Joe Gillott, Mouse Bauer. May they always be able to resist the women as they have in high school . . . One word description of John Menchyk—debonair; Skins Thompson— squirrely; Judy Herr—statuesque; Alberta Shanor—loquacious; Peg Cheeseman— entertaining . . . Our rose this month goes to Gene Hoffman, who gave a bushel and a half of apples to the football team after the New Castle game . . . and our cabbage to the Freshmen in Junior High who sent the threatening letter to Walter and Winchell . . . Larry Laconi's horse laugh is still horsey . . . Andrew Natili is still looking for Elmer . . . Cassy Hartman got in one morning a whole minute before the bell rang! Will wonders never cease? . . . Ain’t love grand? Bo” Helsel came clear from California at Christmas time to see Pete Staples . . . Bud” Huselton (and a lot of other Butler boys) fell for Doris at Allegheny College on High School Day there. Those blondes! . . . Before some one knocks us cold with a monkey wrench, we wish to assure you that all the cracks and humor (?) in this column the last few months have been given in a spirit of fun. We knew that you could take it ... So Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu. Signed, Forrest (King Kong V) Foster Dale (Mickey the Rat) Byers Sixty-eight A whir of wings, a flash of color, and he is gone, probably toward some game preserve if one is near, for both game birds and animals seem to recognize instinctivly the protection offered by such a refuge. In primitive times, no protection of birds and other wild life was necessary, but now we have some twenty game preserves within our State Forests. Farmers, rural mail carriers, and Boy Scouts have also done much to help by feeding both song and game birds during the deep snows in winter. GREEN YOUNG Men’s and Boys’ Clothing AND FURNISHINGS 122 South Main Street CAPITOL CLEANERS FINEST IN BUTLER WITH NEW PLANT Customers Satisfied Four-Hour Service Headquarters for LINGERIE — HOSIERY and Complete Cine of CHILDREN'S WEAR THE JAY SHOPPE 122 N. Main St. Next to Capitol Theatre Try BUTLER CHAINS With that Good End Fastener Sold by All Good Dealers Manufactured by BUTLER CHAIN CO., Inc., Butler, Pa. BARNEY’S PLACE Real Barbecue Sandwiches FREE DANCING Students’ Eat Headquarters” North Main St. Extension WELCOME UNITED DAIRY 108 NORTH MAIN STREET SCHOERNERS PASTRY SHOP HARRISON M. FINES vlilkl))3 Complete INSURANCE Service J10 Butler Co. Nat’l Bank Bldg. Phone 20-860 11 y llISS BAKERY PRODUCTS DIAL 36-480 119 East Jefferson Street Xmjturgeon mscarren MANHATTAN SHIRTS THE Y. M. C. A. 25c BLUE PLATE Meat Vegetable Salad Roll Butter Beverages Students and Teachers Invited Private Dining Rooms Call 41-600 CLOVER FARM STORES Are Owned and Operated By Citizens of This Community HAVE YOU TRIED OUR COFFEES? WE HAVE YOUR FLAVOR The Leedom and Worrall Company Wholesale Distributors BUTLEK, PA. GREENVILLE, PA. Page Seventy-one Of GVewlJear NEW HOPES . . . NEW RESOLUTIONS NEW PLANS . . . This is the time to join our Union Trust Company OF BUTLER onservatively QUanaAed [ jonvcnicntty UJocafed at MAIN and JEFFERSON Why Dance ? Because dancing keeps us in perfect physical health. Because dancing brings with it the spontaneous joy, exhilaration, mental and physical freedom which we are all seeking. The art of dancing stands at the source of all the arts which are attempts at expression; as music, painting, sculpture, dramatic acting and literature, all of whose ultimate aim is the expression of beauty. BARKER School of Dance Enroll Now 330 N. Monroe St. Dial 21-244 Butler County’s Largest and Most Beautiful Jewelry Store” ROBERT O. CRAWFORD JEWELER Visit Our New OPTICAL DEPARTMENT In charge of DR. O. R. DASSANCE, Registered Optometrist Free Examinations Small Weekly Payments Special Discount on Students' Glasses 148 N. MAIN ST. BUTLER, PENNA. ORDER YOUR CLASS RINGS HERE ! STUDENTS OF BUTLER HIGH MAKE The Morris Boot Shop YOUR FOOTWEAR HEADQUARTERS Phone 32133 116 E. .Jefferson St. My Best Wishes and Success to You Graduates MR. FE1NBERG fashion 223 SOUTH MAIN STREET CONGRATULATIONS TO THE JANUARY CLASS OF 1935 Mitchell Murphy SERVICE STATION 114 S. McKean St. Opp. Y.M.C.A. GROHMAN’S DRUG STORE suoijduosajj uoijjjuj jjtsij-auo J3AO pajjjj sej_j Always Ask For DIEHL’S BREAD IT MAKES BETTER TOAST AND SANDWICHES Baked in Butler and Delivered to All Local Grocers Twice Daily STANDARD PAINT GLASS CO. 120 East Jefferson Street The Home of SO-E-ZY Finishes MacDonald Gas and Oil Company Corner Brady and Franklin Streets PROMPT AND COURTEOUS SERVICE Phone 28-800 Page Seventy-three Resolve to be thrifty in 1935 SHOP AT OFFUTT’S YOU WILL FIND STYLE AND QUALITY AT PRICES YOU CAN AFFORD TO PAY OFFUTT Butler, Pa. Nixon Hotel Automobile Dealers BUTLER COUNTY MOTOR COMPANY CHEESEMAN MOTORS DIAMOND MOTORS COMPANY EISLER-HOCH AUTO COMPANY RODGERS MOTOR COMPANY G c WATSON MOTOR COMPANY Hamilton started a new mode in small watch design with the Alcott (above). We are featuring this stunning round-face model. Let us show you this and other new Hamiltons. $37.50 to $52.50 and up R. E. Kirkpatrick Next to Court House Butler The South Side National Bank Service With Courtesy Eat at Headland’s Lunch Pug, Seventy-four THE SAVER . . . has the right of way on the road to opportunity Butler Savings Trust Company BUTLER, PA. “In the Heart of the City” TROUTMAN’S Senior Pictures taken at WILSON’S PHOTOS 29-121—Phones—29-874 15 Years in Business THE Y. W. C. A. Is a Christian fellowship It means new friendships. Every woman and girl in Butler should be a member—Join now. We help girls of all nationalities, creeds and classes. Free employment bureau service. The Bible is in every club program. Our friendly service work assists girls and women in personal problems—vocational guidance, etc. COME—BRING OTHERS BUTLER’S SHOE STYLE CENTER Headquarters for BEAUTIFUL SAR-A-LEE SHOES Reliable Sar-a-lee Shoppe 107 S. Main St., Butler From Paris to Hollywood It’s Smart to be Knitting Join one of our Knitting Classes now; you may come after school or on Saturdays and our expert instructor will be pleased to give you her personal attention. You’ll be delighted at the beautiful things you will be able to make and at little expense. Celebrated Sunlight and Columbia Yarns in many different kinds, also complete assortments of Knitting Accessories. Our Service to You . . . The making of portraits by photography. Persevering study and application have made us expert in the delineation of character with the camera. Fetterhoff Studio 110 S. MAIN ST. Phone 26-524 BUTLER, PA. Page Seventy-five JANUARY GRADUATES . . . Headquarters For SPALDING SPORTING GOODS Also SCHOOL SUPPLIES Make the most of your high school course. Prepare for a position or for greater success in College. You can start immediately to qualify for a business position at The Butler Business College. Our individual method of instruction makes it possible to begin February 4 or February 18, 1935. Or, if you plan to go to College in the fall, training in shorthand and typewriting will enable you to take notes and prepare assignments more quickly and neatly. Half-day classes are available- shorthand and typing only. Phone, write or call for free Bulletin. The Butler Business College 313 South Main Street, Butler, Pa. Lichty’s Book Store Butler, Pa. HOLLYWOOD STUDIO 6 Photos JOc 6 Photos 50c Three 8xf0 Photos $2.00 Etc. Come in and let us make your Photo ! 135 N. MAIN ST. BCTLEK TAXES at your death will be paid from—what? Your gilt-edged securities? Ask about the NORTHWESTERN MUTUAL PLAN WATSON FERGUSON, Inc. District Agents 601-4 Savings Bank Bldg. Dial 36-J00 CAPITOL THEATRE Butler, Pa. Has the Best Pictures BUTLER STEAM LAUNDRY CO. Cleaning Plant PLAIN DRESSES, LADIES' PLAIN COATS, MEN'S SUITS and OVERCOATS, $1.00 Phone 29-600 217 2 W. Cunningham St. Butler, Penna. Bickel’s Fine Footwear REYNOLDS BROTHERS Fine Furniture Modestly Priced MAIN STREET AT CUNNINGHAM Page Seventy-six r YOU'LL ENJOY THOMPSON’S Ice Cream Y E S SAN IT ARY I S Reiber’s BUTLER'S GREATEST STORE Cordially Invites the High School Student Body to make Reiber's its Shopping Head- “We Have Your Kind'' quarters in Butler ! Dial 44-511 Milo R. Williams JEWELER and OPTOMETRIST 114 South Main Street HAPPY NEW YEAR We stand on the threshold of a New Year—1935 . . . and in all sincerity we trust that it will be your happiest yet . . . a year of Good Health . . . Good Fortune . . . many Joys. We've served you long, and we've tried to serve you well. We've appreciated your friendship, and hope to continue to merit it throughout the coming year. THE PEOPLES TELEPHONE CORPORATION Leith's Flower Shoppe 157 North Main Street FLOWERS TELEQRAPHED ISALY’S Ice Cream Ends the quest for the best Page Seventy-seven Before you buy any Battery, come in and let us show you why people buy more WILLIABDS than any other Battery on the market ! J STORAGE Willard BATTERIES KENNEDY ) EVANS Opposite Central Fire Station Butler’s Home of Unexcelled Automobile Service Central Parking FOR DEPENDABILITY — LET US “WINTERIZE” YOUR CAR We carry a complete line of Winter Auto Supplies HOT WATER HEATERS Tropic Aire Arvin ANTI- FREEZE Prestone Alcohol BATTERIES U. S. L. Storage Batteries AUTO CHAINS Steel Rubber PHONE 31390 Battery Rental Service Butler, Penna. THE BUTLER FLORIST Chas. A. Bortmas, Butler, Pa. CUT FLOWERS AND POTTED PLANTS I et Us Telegraph Your Flower Order PAUL KIRKPATRICK Sporting Goods Fitted Cases Gladstone Bags Billfolds FREE—Name in Gold on all Leather Goods Hockey Caps in Butler High School Colors 130 E. JEFFERSON ST. PHONE 36-021 B. L. PAINTER EXIDE BATTERIES CHAS. H. FORINGER BUTLER BATTERY COMPANY COMPLETE IGNITION SERVICE OPP. Y. M. C. A. PHONE 45-250 116 S. McKEAN ST. THE INN CONFECTIONERY Sodas, Cigars and Confections NEWSPAPERS “Service with a smile” MAGAZINES Corner Brady and Franklin Sts. — Butler, Penna. Natural jMrrtrb iHortirians '•vitaT'O’4 Thompson Funeral Home Page Seventy-eight 109 North Main Street January Clearance REDUCTIONS NOW ON COATS AND DRESSES We Carry a Complete Line of MUSICAL MERCHANDISE At Lowest Prices Steadman's Music Store 315 South Main Street VALENTINE HEARTS Velour, Satin, Silk or Paper, in Pound, Two or Five Cummings Candy Shop Dial 28-632 The Record Printing Company rPublishers of the Magnet ALL KNOW JAFFE’S FOR CLASS. And Really Not Expensive HUMOR FAMOUS LAST WORDS 1. I didn't hear you make any assignment. 2. Our clock was slow. 3. I don't think this will explode. 4. I don't think she's any heavier than you. 5. But really I did forget I was to go to Study Hall this week. Anna Marie Fellmeth: ' Do we have to learn everything on that element chart?” Bob Brandberg: You bet, kid, even the name of the guy who manufactured it. Helen Glenn's special somebody was eating one of her delicious cookies while laughing. Worried and excited about the effect upon him, she said, Don't choke on that chookie. (chicken to you) Alas! This year's Latin seems to have proved too much for Martha Colbert. We discovered her cutting out paper dolls in the last Virgil class. Many illustrious A Seniors seem to have the screen stars and English classics confused. On several papers George Eliot was discovered to be none other than Ann Harding. Miss Montgomery: Speed that action up. Talk louder. Paul Hoffman (giving the next line in ploy): Do you want to drive me crazy? Question in Eng. IV-A: Identify 'The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley'. Marion Baker's answer: To a Cock Roach. (It should have been 'To a Mouse'.) We wonder why Forrest Foster wants to know why Miss Montgomery's shoulder is always handiest when Martha Cratty feels like crying. Archie Bain is going to quit school because he has to pay attention. He's not Scotch, oh no! Eleanor Kriner: I like puns with my coffee. Johnny Diehl: Especially Diehl's. Betty Klingensmith: Oh, that's a stale one. Henry Niederkofler: Did you ever hear of bad steel? Charles Whitmire: You’re crazy. There isn't such a thing. Henry Niederkofler: Sure—tempered steel. George Gavula: We have a yard cat at our house. Gerald Oswald: What kind of a cat? George Gavula: A yard cat. One with three feet. Page Seventy-nine The white-tailed deer is Pennsylvania’s best-known large game animal, and certainly one of the swiftest and most graceful. In running he can attain a speed of about thirty miles an hour, can jump an eight-foot fence with ease, and has been known to make a running jump of over forty feet. In winter when the deep snows occur, deer congregate for shelter in thickly covered areas such as laurel thickets. The wild cat is their only natural predatory enemy; deer have been observed killing snakes by jumping on them with all four feet.