Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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 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

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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

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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