T H E She 3me 1930 Senior jiiagnet Tublished by the SENIOR CLASS OF BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL Butler, Pennsylvania J U N E N I N E T E E N 3o%ewo%cl Education means widened horizons.” To the ever-widening circle of the School Friendships of our youth To the Teachers who have opened to us the world of books To the Parents who have made possible the school world pictured in these pages may our minds still gratefully turn when the wider horizons of the school of life shall have called us far from these pictured halls and may we ever keep the spirit of eager youthful striving for that which lies beyond the horizon Seniors Literary- Staff Athletics Activities Features Advertisements T H I R T y LDedication To One Who would live by the side of the road and be a friend to man, Who shared our joy and our grief, our pleasures and our sports, as well as our lessons, Who would enshrine friendship and sympathy along with Minerva and the Muses To our class mentor, guide, friend, and teacher of English MISS ALICE DOUTHETT This volume of the Magnet is affectionately dedicated by the Class of June, 1937 Miss Alice Douthett John A. Gibson Superintendent of Butler Public Schools, 1896 - 1937 John A. Gibson For forty-six years the Builder, Philosopher, Critic and Defender of the Butler Public Schools. A Builder who built the intangible things of the Spirit, an Architect whose blue-prints guided human careers, a Contractor who was faithful to the children given him in trust. His philosophy was an inner flame, constant and never extinguished, by the light of which two generations struggled upward. His teachers, when wearied by the thrusts of conflicting theories, found in him the stone that trans- muted many .theories into one harmonious whole. Those who had decisions to make or problems to solve profited by unbiased, logical, constructive analysis. He was the School's severest critic and staunchest defender. No attitude of self-praise or satisfaction ever dulled his perception of faults of structure. His mind ever penetrated smoke-screens of fallacy and mazes of unrelated ideas to the basic flaw. Difficulties were subjected to relentless analysis and synthesis. He was consistent and predictable. His integrity was fundamental and unquestioned. The Schools relied on him and found in him an able defender who fought for them as he would not have fought for himself. Forty-six years ago Butler met Mr. Gibson. He was a young man, a recent graduate of Allegheny College, unknown to most of the citizens. He took up his work quietly, teaching from eight o’clock until four, supervising, organizing, studying and thinking. He absorbed the theories of his supervisor, Mr. Mackey, and made them his own. When Mr. Mackey left in 1896, the young Principal was chosen to assume the leadership of the schools. The town grew, the schools and their Superintendent met ever-increasing problems of administration. He might have chosen the course of opportunism. Instead, he advanced into positive leadership, attacking obstacles and striving vigorously for a better school. Now, he is leaving us at the summit of his career, having given us a lifetime of service. We cannot easily express our appreciation. There are no words for those who deal with intangibles. Yet, we know that deeds die and ideas live. John Gibson's philosophy conceived an idea, his conception of service enabled it to live, his spirit is inspiring others to carry it on — a monument without granite, the Butler Public Schools. Roy W. Wiley Newly Elected Superintendent Roy W. Wiley When Mr. Wiley first came to Butler High School in 1933, all that we knew of him was his impressive record: an honor graduate of Grove City College, with his Master’s degree from the University of Pittsburgh: four years of very successful high school teaching followed by eleven years as well-beloved principal at New Brighton High School; a member of the faculty at Geneva College Summer School; a director in the Forensic League; a member of Phi Delta Kappa, honorary educational fraternity; a man well-spoken of by all who knew him, and chosen, when he became principal of Butler High School, as the best-qualified from a group of more than eighty applicants. After four years we have found him to be all that such an admirable record presaged. His calm, quiet poise; his friendliness; his readiness to hear both sides of the question; his sincere interest in each individual; his very real con- cern to do what is best for pupils, teachers, and school; his broad and masterful grasp of school problems; his interest in the community as a whole—all of these have conspired to make him the Ideal School Principal. We feel confident that this record will be enhanced by his work in his new position as Superintendent. We are sure that he will not lose his interest in boys and girls. The man who, at college, was not only an excellent student, but a track man. Business Manager of the college annual, President of the Public Speaking and Literary Clubs, and Commencement Day Orator, will not soon forget his interest in youth. We feel confident, too, that he will keep the same wise, intelligent grasp on educational problems which he has shown heretofore. He brings to his new task not only additional university credits which put him well on his way to a Doctor’s degree in Education, but also a wealth of practi- cal wisdom which fits him pre-eminently for the place. We wish him every success in his new position as Superintendent of the Butler City School District. 2 acult y Roy W. Wiley, Principal John T. Hogg, Assistant Principal Ella Purvis Lucille Critchlow M. Eleanor Hervey Elizabeth Hepler J. B. Storey Gertrude Reed W. B. Herron Mary Jamison George Bernlohr Ellis W. Love Esther M. Mapes J. W. McDowell Dorothy A. Doerr H. Vernon Comin Ruth E. Helm Jeannette McKee F. C. Stevenson Jean A. Bell Nelson P. Palmer Alice E. Douthett W. Herbert Beattie Elizabeth R. Campbell Clara E. Bartley Regis L. Heinzer George C. Atwell Chandler B. McMillan Jane Harper Aliene D. Montgomery Frank M. Ellis Ralph A. Nicholas Joseph E. Robison Catherine V. Miller Ruth Mays Mary Purvis Harold J. Bush Agnes McGlincy Helga Bischetsrieder Commercial Mary A. Wigton Anna H. Brier Edna G. Riggle Helen L. Rankin Mattie M. Powell Florence C. Watson Richard C. Martin Virginia B. Rumbaugh Albert L. LoBuono A. Margaret Morrison Ruth E. White Home Economics Gertrude A. Siebert Frances E. Gerber Manuel Arts Mont R. Frederick Knowles G. Eldridge M. Lawrence Hammer Physical Education John E. Mixer Virginia Varnum Librarian Georgia Mechling Music Richard Dryden Joseph E. Scohier Staff Editor-in-chief, Marjorie Binford Art Editors — Janet Stover Carolyn Olson Business Managers — Joseph Stehle Richard Donaldson Elmer Natili Literary Editors — Thomas Andrews Jean Campbell Betty Connell Virginia Lee Crowthers Mary E. Hutchison Richard Kennedy Mary Montgomery Lawrence Paffrath John Pataky Dorothy Rehn Ruth Ruby Sara Jane Sprenkle Gloria Staples Michael Tarcha John Villing Adelaide Zeefe Typists — Dolores Beck Betty Bush Dorothy Miller Faculty Director, Miss Critchlow Literary Advisers — Miss Bartley Miss Campbell SHOIN3S LEONARD ABES Abe” RITA MARIE ADELMAN Rita” AGNES MAE ALBERT Agues” DOROTHY (ANE ALBERT Dottie” EDITH CATHERINE ALBERT Edie” GRACIA ALLEN Grade” THOMAS LEWIS ANDREWS Tom” HELEN LOUISE ANTICO Helen” EUGENE BALL Gene” RAYMOND J. BARTOLI Ray” GENEVIEVE L. BAUER Jennie” HARRY BAUER, Jr. Junnie” DOLORES BECK Becky” Sis” LEO A. BECK Leo” MICHAEL L. BELOWICH Mike” WILLIAM BENEIGH Bill” EVELYN G. BIGLEY Cricket” MARJORIE BINFORD Margie” JhsL TYloiqnsL Page T welve MILDRED G. BIRCH Birchie” M. ANNABELLE B1SH Bishy” HOWARD RANDALL BISH Howdy JAMES F. BITTER Jim or Skids” FRANK J. BLISAK Bliss” SONYA BODNAR Chubby” HOWARD BOLAM, Jr. Howdy” MATILDA [ANE BOSSARD Til lie” BETTY BOWMAN Betty” JOHN W. BOYLE Johnnie” ELIZABETH ANNE BRADY Betty” MARGARET MARY BRENNAN Margie” CORRINE E. BROWN Punk” GORDON BROWN Browny” MERLE E. BUFFINGTON Gob” RICHARD C. BUFFINGTON Buff” JOHN RICHARD BUOL John” HELEN MARIE BURKE Becky” JhsL VYLcupioL Page Thirleen RICHARD M. BURKE Dick” NEAL R. BURTNER Neal” BETTY JANE BUSH Betty” MARY LEONA BYERS Mary Leona” HELEN V. CALLAHAN Peanuts” MARY JANICE CAMPBELL Jan” MARY JEAN CAMPBELL Jean” JOSEPHINE V. CHRISTOFANO Pina” ANDREW JOSEPH CHUBA Chubby” JOHN LEO CIHONSKI Sugar” MARY AGNES CLOUSE Mary” JOHN RUDOLPH COCCARO Giovanni” ELIZABETH JEAN CONNELL Betts” DALE COOK Dale” RUTH OLIVE COOKE Cookie” RALPH MILTON COOPER Curly” MILDRED EARNESTINE COUCH Kate” JhsL TyiaqnoL Pagr Vott rival FLORENCE RUTH CRANMER Flossie” JhsL WjcujmL MARY ELIZABETH CRANMER Mertie” MARGARET B. CRAWFORD Peg” GRAYCE M. CREIDER Grade” RALPH A. CREIDER Ralph” VIRGINIA LEE CROWTHERS Ginny” CECIL CUPPS, Jr. Cec” JANE O. DAMBAUGH Jannie” ANGELA D’ANGELICO Angie” JOHN C. DAUM Daumie” Slaughter-House” GEORGE BRADEN DAVIDSON Pinky” - Red” GRACE ALBERTA DENNY Grade” WILDA DELLA DIETRICH Wilda” CHARLES E. DILLON Butch” RICHARD P. DONALDSON Dick” FLOY DILLMORE Dilly” MARGARETTA LORRAINE DORCY Dotty” GERALD AUGUSTUS DOWNING Jerk” HAZEL E. DUFFORD Diz” Piirc Fifteen JhsL VI laqmL LOIS MARGARET DUNN Guzz” WILLIAM L. DUTTER Bill” WILLIAM F. EATES Bony” BRANDON E. EBERHARDT, Jr. Ebbie” ROBERT K. EDGAR Bob” DOROTHY VIRGINIA EDWARDS Dot” GERALDINE L. EHM Jerry” GILBERT S. EISENHUTH Gibby” EVELYN JEAN ELLIOTT Nooks” ELEANOR ANN FARNER El” FLOYD LEIGHTON FENNELL Fennell” GERTRUDE ELIZABETH FILGES Gert” JANE HARRISON FINES Jane” LAWRENCE H. FLATT 'Wimpy” RUTH LUCILLE FLEMING Lucy” EDWIN F. FONTAINE Eddie” JANET FOSTER Janet” MITCHELL M. FRANKO Spider” Page Sixteen JPul Tl laqmL DOROTHY I. FREDERICK Dot” PAULINE G. FREDERICK Polly” AUDREY W. FREEZE AuJie” HELEN FURKA Helen” HELEN GALISON Holly” THELMA PEARL GALLAHER Sis” SAUL GARBER Bookie” DOROTHY ELEANOR GARWIG Dottle” MARGARET RUTH GILLIS Jiggs DORIS M. GILLMAN Dot” MARY MARGARET GILLOTT Gillott” FRANK A. GLADIS Hank” JOSEPH GOLEC Yoss” ANDREW L. GORENCIE Andy” PAUL E. GRAFF Lefty” DONALD L. GRAHAM Don” JOFIN PAUL GRAHAM Jonny” THALIA ANNE GRAHAM Thalia” Pa%c Seventeen jhsL yyiaqnot DOROTHY GREEN Dotty” BETTY GREENAWALT Betty” SAMUEL GRINNIK Sam” MARY ELLEN HAGAN Mary Ellen” AVANEL GAYLE HANKEY A vanel” CARL W. HARTZELL Carl ROBERT HARWICK Bob” WILLIAM G. HAVLIN Bill” DALE M. HAWKS Dale” RALPH WILLIARD HAYS Ralph” JACK F. HAYWOOD Jack” ALFRED C. HECK Al” OLIVE MARY HEMPHILL Toots” CLARA ELIZABETH HEROLD Elizabeth” RITA F. HERTEL Rita” WILLIAM HILLIARD Bill” MARGIE HINCHBERGER Margie” FARRELL C. HOCH, Jr. Farrell’ Page V.ightcen CHARLOTTE MAY HOFFMAN Charlotte’’ ESTHER PEARL HOFFMAN Wink” ANDREW F. HOLLACK Bing” HELEN G. HOMA Helen” HAZEL CLAIRE HOON Hazel” BETTY LOUISE HORNE Bets” MARY BERNADETTE HUDAK Toots” RUSSELL D. HUGHES Dut” MARY ELIZABETH HUTCHINSON Becky” BLANCHE M. JACKSON Stonewall” DOROTHY ELIZABETH JAHN Dot” EVELYN PEARL JAMES Jessie” ESTHER ANITA JOHNSON Esther” ROBERT W. JOHNSTON Bob” ROBERT KAUFMAN Bob” KATHERINE K. KELLAR Kay” DONALD L. KELLY Don” ROBERT B. KELLY Bob” JhsL TVlaqmL Page Nineteen JhsL TYlaqiwL CORA EDITH KENNEDY EJic” MARY LOUISE KENNEDY Kennedy” RICHARD KARL KENNEDY Dick FRANCES RUTH KERWIN Frances” ARTHUR W. KESTNER Duke MARY JANE KILMER Janie” MARGUERITE KING Margy” MARY MARGARET KING Kingie” INA KISER Ina” FRED J. KLEEB, Jr. Cold Cuts” MARGARET CECILIA KNOTICK Marge” HELEN CATHERINE KOST Helen” DORIS H. KRAUSTOK Doris” JULIA A. KRENYTZKY Judy” VERNON L. LASSINGER Ben” JACK LAUGHNER Jack” EVA LYDIA LAVORINI Shrimp” CLARENCE G. LEPPERT Jake” Page Twenty MARY ELIZABETH LESTER Mary” MARGARET ANN LITZENBURG Peg” LEWIS P. LITZINGER, Jr. Rodney—The Rock” PAUL LONCHENA Bowzer” MARGARET LONGWELL Margaret” STEVEN A. LORRIS Steve” GEORGE LOUTZENHISER George” WALTER LYNCH Walter” BEATRICE BERTHA MAIN Bea” GAIL B. MARKWELL Gail” ROBERT L. MASON Bob” ALFRED C. MAURHOFF Alfred” ROBERT McCAFEERTY Toddy” GERALD E. McCALL Jerry” LUCILLE BERTHA McCANDLESS Tele” MARTHA LOUISE McCANDLESS Martha” VIRGINIA MARTHA McCANDLESS Ginny” RITA ELIZABETH McCARREN Smily” JhsL IfYlaqmL Piigc Twenty-one JhsL VYlaqruiL JOHN J. McCASLIN John” GLADYS McCLEARY Gladys” MILDRED RUTH McCOLLIM Mid” ARTHUR McDEVITT Art” ELEANOR I. McDOUGAL Mac” CLARENCE E. McDOWELL Bus” DOROTHY PEARL McDOWELL Dot” RICHARD P. McGUIRK Irish” ROBERT S. MILLEMAN Bob” DOROTHY MARY MILLER Dottie” RICHARD P. MILLER Dick” JOHN F. MITCH Jake” HELEN E. MOORE Betty” MARY MONTGOMERY Monty” PEARL IRENE MORRISON Pearl” SARA E. MURPHY Sally” RICHARD C. MURRIN Dick” GENEVIEVE A. MYNDUS Jenny” 1’iigr Twcnty-tuo JhsL vnaqmt RICHARD THOMAS NASH Dick” ELMER NATILI Elmer” CLAIR M. NEBEL Ted” ROSEMARY NEFF Rosie” WILLIAM C. NOULLET William” BETTY JANE O’BRIEN Boots” MARY LOUISE O’BRIEN Mary Louise” RICHARD FRANK O’BRIEN Dick” CAROLYN OLSON Carolyn” SAMUEL ORLOWSKY Sam” GERTRUDE S. OSCHE Dutch” ROBERT P. OSWALD Ossie” LAWRENCE PAFFRATH Larry” EVA PANTUK Eve” FREDRIC P. PASHKOFF Freddie” JOHN PATAKY Son” MARY J. PENAR Mary” HELEN GRACE PEROZOK Cap” Page Twenty-three JhsL 71 laqmL MARIO PETRIGNI Mutts” HELEN MAE PLAISTED Honey” MARJORIE ANN POMEROY Skeeter” ANNE POPOVICH Popp ’ MARION POTTS Manic” MARY M. POTTS Pottsy” WALTER PROFOTA Pro” JOHN K. RABBITT Johnnie” JEAN RASELY Jean” DOROTHY IDA REHN Dot” DAVID E. RHOADES Bud” HELEN S. RIDER Helen” GEORGE BLAIR RIETHMILLER Blair” MARY GRACE RITTS Ritzie” NAOMI ROCKENSTEIN Rocky” DOROTHY MAE ROE Dot” NORMA J. ROSS Tweeny” RUTH ELIZABETH RUBY Ruth” Pa$c Twenty-four JhsL VYlaqn L WILLIAM JAY RUDERT Jay” F. ELEANOR RUMBAUGH Rummy” EDNA LOUISE SANKEY Skinny” RAY WILLIAM SARVER Becky” GEORGE SCHAFFER George” DOROTHY JEAN SCOTT Dot” ELIZABETH ROBERTA SEDORIS Betty” MARTIN SEFCIK Martin” JOHN SEMANCO Jimmy” J. RICHARD SHAFFER Dick” NORABEL MARIE SHAKELY Florry” DONALD L. SHANOR Don” ELIZABETH O. SHARP Elizabeth” PAUL SHEPTAK Pal” WILLIAM D. SHIRA Bill ALEXANDER SHOTT Ikey” BARBARA SMITH Babs” JANE SMITH Smittie” Page Twenty-five JhsL YVlaqn L NELL A. SMITH Smitty” RICHARD A. SMITH Dick” SARA LOUISE SMITH Sally” ELIZABETH E. SNYDER Betty” ROBERT SNYDER Bob” ANNA M. SOLEY Ann” ELLEN LENA SPINA Lee” MARY JANE SPINDER Spinder” SARA JANE SPRENKLE Sally” JOHN JOY SPRYN John” JOSEPH CLAYTON STANKO Joe” GLORIA HOLIDAY STAPLES Petey” JOSEPH T. STEHLE, Jr. Joe” KATHERINE L. STEIGHNER Kay” ELIZABETH M. STEPAHIN Lee” JUNE L. STEWART June” RALPH GERALD STOPP Ralph JANET LOUISE STOVER Jan” Piige T wenty-six JhsL TVlaqn L DONNA SUTTON Suttie” GUY W. SUTTON Slim JOHN A. SUTTON J ack” ESTELLE V. SUZON Stcll” DALE SWIGART Dale IOHN A. SZOSTAK John VERA JANE TACK Vera MICHAEL TARCHA Michael SARA CATHERINE TEBAY Sara MARTIN TELENSON Martin ROBERT EDWARD THOMPSON Bob JOHN O. TRIMBUR, Jr. Jack AUDREY DORIS TRITSCH Dotty PAULINE RUTH TROUTMAN Pauline JOHN F. VANDERLIN Pinky” ANDREW VARHOLA Andrew” CHARLES ANTHONY VAUGHN, Jr. Arky MADELINE VENCH1ARUTTI Mad” Page Tu enty-seven JhsL TYlaqnoL JOHN VENSEL Cutipipe” JOHN PAUL VILLING Jolm” EVELYN ROSAMOND VOGEL Evy” GEORGIANNA VOGT Georgie” WILLIAM JOHN VOGT Bill DOROTHY M. WAGNER Dottle” AUDREY G. WALTERS And” GEORGIA E. WALTERS George HELEN MARIE WALTZ Waltzie” ELEANOR WARNICK Eleanor WILLIAM HOON WASSON Bill” WINIFRED WATSON Winnie” FRANCIS M. WEBSTER Frannie” CHARLES S. WEISENSTEIN Chuck ELEANOR WEISENSTEIN Eleanor MARIAN ETHEL WEISENSTEIN Ethel EARLENE B. WELCH Earlene” WILBUR R. WELLER Wib” Page Tunity-eight JhsL Yftaqn L ELIZABETH J. WEST Bettie” LLOYD GEORGE WHITE Wbitey” JAMES WIDENHOFER Jim” MARGARET MILLICENT WILLETTS Marge” MERLE WINTERS Merle” MARIE L. WISSMAN Marie” PETER M. WOLENSKY Pete” HELEN VIOLA WOLFE Toots” JOHN WOOKE Johnny” CLARENCE WILLIAM WORLEY Bill ALBERT JOHN YAMNITZKY Al ” DOROTHY MAE YATICIAN Dottie” ANNA MAGDALEN YELLENIK Ann” DOROTHY YENKALA Dot” IRVINE W. YOHE Irvine SARA YOUNG Sara” JOSEPHINE A. ZAMBISKI Jo” DOLORES J. ZARNICK Dee” Page Twent y-ni lie JhsL VTkupuiL JOHN Y. ZAVACKY Youshaw” ADELAIDE LOUISE ZEEFE Dilly” DONALD ZEIGLER Don” ANNE B. ZEMYAN Ann ” SUSAN ZGIBOR Sue” MILDRED LUCILE ZIMMERMAN Mid HELEN ELIZABETH ZORB Helen” ON HAVING MY PICTURE TAKEN Geraldine Ehm I cannot eat, I cannot sleep, I fear my nerves are shaken; I’m all excited, I have a date To get my picture taken. The photographer gives me a chair, He doesn’t seem so bad; My hair is waved, I look my best, My smile’s a toothpaste ad. Watch the birdie,” he doth yell And covers up his head; A click of the camera breaks the spell, And I turn rosy red. Page Thirty ('illi • •lltlH ll«l« « « fiuiillnl liti- t.r l |i. • |iii'|Wiiril ito.nl «mi icndshi «, i; ' UK Ss -1............. r. ' rli nn '1 ... 1 VWII.m [ 1 .... r 'r '« ••.. ii, I '-I'U, „f (f| I ..... .« «Vrt: S« • •tuif « • tl, i «« . f ',rr-r «I. ,, , ' Ikf' ; ’«is Hir.„ “ ' m p.-.v i llir.ii V , .11..o ill ' 1 'W.. «. I 011 •flow 'I of M 4 ; . SSs: Ifx. • . ror °l, uf l tr '‘'' 1,1, .«•o.ii ■ Vi , Itum Lo' 1.. 11 in.iHr. 111.. - S-o ' l ||, Vv..l i l u.innM l‘ i n .... ’• ‘fr. ' „1, ; , | a SFMORi rA1 J u. 'h.i 'IomI.-. .. ! • V „ .' ■ ...i ! 1 |,r Iu 1 'Vi i. 1 l r III M I - V' J 1,1 „.MI i.H ' 1 % V.V JhsL Vl lcxqn L Go Ye Forth Into the World Sara Jane Sprenkle The morning air. even at that early hour, was sultry and heavy as Mary Overstead packed the last trunk to be sent to Korea. Orders from headquarters had transferred Doctor Carl Overstead and his wife from the Chinese mission in Nanking to the Korean post. Of the two, only the husband knew the real cause for the change in their stations; and now he was walking slowly through the hot and dirty streets, trying to plan carefully how he should tell his young wife of the seriousness of their position. Why,” he mumbled to himself over and over again, why did I let myself get Mary and the baby into this? If only I hadn’t been so selfish, but I couldn't bear to be without them. I believe that if I had the same decision to make again, I wouldn't be strong enough yet to leave them behind. Well, it's too late now.” He stopped under a lonely, gnarled tree near the road to the mission house long enough to beseech reverently, Oh good and merciful God, grant me strength, — grant us strength and courage in this our work, our test. Amen. He straightened, smiled, and walked toward the low white hall. Keep the net over the baby’s crib while I finish this work,” Mary said to the Chinese girl whom the missionaries had saved from the great river” when an infant. “It’s going to be a hard task to keep Janet contented during the trip. I don’t know when I’ve seen the weather so hot at this time. I wish Carl would come. When did he leave this morning?” The first was said half to herself; the last, to the girl playing with the wide-eyed child. The Doctor was not here at all last night,” answered the Chinese girl in the beautiful, mellow tone which few Americans get to their own tongue. At least, she continued, he did not sleep in his bed.” Here they were interrupted by the soft thump of the screen door closing and, almost immediately after, Carl’s appearance in the door-way of the nursery. “Good morning, Mary,” he said with forced brightness. “And greetings to you, little princess,” he added to Janet with a playful tug at her toe. “Mary,” he said thoughtfully, turning to his wife, “come into the den, please. I have something I must tell you.” What is it, Carl? You look so tired and—and, yes, you looked frightened. Oh, it’s not another out-break of the plague, is it?” No, there’s comparatively little disease, but it’s about our—Mary, he began again with renewed determination, “you know how, for months, we have been fighting to save our natives here from these Chinese bandits? Foiling so many of their plans? Protecting and helping the victims of their merciless attacks? Well, now they’re after us.” Us? You and me, Carl?” broke in Mary. Wait. Let me finish. Try to be calm, and help me as you always have, and as I know you always will. A certain gang of these bandits has sent a note of warning to the American delegation to let them know that we are their next victims. Wait,” he warned as he saw that his wife was about to speak. They sent for me, told me, and arranged for us to go to Korea. At first, I protested. I said that, as we have helped others, we can help ourselves; that it is our duty to do so. But they convinced me, finally, of the futility of this stand. We are not to travel by public roads. A special boat will take us across Page Thirty-two JhsL TYlciqnsL the river We must go all the way by mule. There will be very poor protection. I'm — Carl. We ll do it! But, when we've taken the baby to safety, we’re coming back and fight those outlaws if it’s the last thing we do for these poor, defenseless creatures!” The Doctor was so relieved at and proud of his wife’s loyal stand by him and their chosen work that he immediately made preparations for their depar- ture with a sense of victory. There was much to be done, so that it was not until night-fall that a small party left the city of Nanking by the northern gate and quietly slipped away into the befriending darkness. All the night and the next morning they wearily and slowly moved away from the place where their hearts were buried, from the scenes of the noblest occupation one can ever hope to have in life. Reluctantly the young missionaries moved on at the head of the group, passing the time by recounting some of their happy or trying days in the city and the land behind them. Little Janet Overstead, truly the best traveler of the whole band, was sleeping peacefully in a covered basket held by the faithful Chinese nurse. Everything had gone without a mishap, and they were now nearing the border. There, because of the heat and the high wind, Doctor Overstead halted the march for a short rest. They were gathered in one of the few green places on the unfrequented northern plain. Everything out over the barren hills was covered with a fine yellow dust from the dry soil, but here among the trees was rest and peace. Then from the distance, abruptly, came the sound of horses approaching. A band of armed bandits! Had they seen the little band sheltered here? Assuredly—they were following their trail. The baby and the faithful natives—the band must not come here ! Carl jumped up and mounted his horse. All the others sat still and said nothing. Then, before the others could realize his intention, the missionary rode away toward the sound of the hoofs. A protesting murmur swept the Chinese part of the group: and Mary’s half- smothered, Carl! I can't let you go! Then, like a flash, she followed her husband, just disappearing down a slope. As she came to that point in her pursuit, she stopped and looked down on the plain below her. Her husband was surrounded by a riotous band of yellow men! Carl! Carl! Oh God—” And she spurred her horse down the hill to her already overpowered husband. Mary, go back! Go back, quickly!” yelled the helpless white man. But it was too late. Some of the bandits had cut off her retreat. I could not have left you anyhow, dear,” she said, as they led her and Carl away. But what— oh what, will Janet do?” The small group hiding back in the shadowy grove waited hour after hour for their beloved leaders. A search was made in vain. The best traveler” cried now and would not stop even with every attempt to satisfy her. Yet she did not understand and would not for some years to come. About a week later, back within the low white wall, two little white Christian flags waved sturdily in the quiet morning breeze and on them one read: Go Ye Forth Into the World....... They were not at half-mast, for their owners, though dead, were not powerless in China. Page Thirty-three JhsL WjaqmL Matchagama June Stewart The days were long and dreary for Matchagama. He longed for the smell of the forest, the feel of leaves under his feet, but most of all for his solitary hut. His narrow cell was anything but comfortable, yet prisoners aren’t supposed to be kept luxuriously. How he regretted his crime! The white man differed greatly from the red man. The white man had brought with him so many mysteries. One of the most baffling was what the Indians called ’ fire-water.” The white man at the tavern had urged Matchagama to drink the fiery liquid that burned his throat and made his head whirl. Then the white men had gathered around Match- agama, jeering and taunting him. His sense dazed by the fire-water,” Matchagama had thrust his knife into the heart of the nearest offender. Matchagama had then been seized by the hostile crowd and taken to the yet unused jail. When the effect of the fire-water” wore off and he regained his senses. Matchagama realized his folly. He knew he had done wrong and with true Indian stoicism, he was willing to pay, even with his life. Yet he could not help wondering—was he the only one to blame? It seemed that the white man would have it so. After a long court session, much of which Matchagama didn’t understand, the judges, in their red robes, decided Matchagama should be hanged. And since then, it seemed that the days would never pass for him. Chewinks and blue jays called from the woods nearby; and from the window of his narrow cell, he could see the deer come down to the stream to drink, but the wild things did not seem to miss their brother. In spite of his crime, few people disliked Matchagama. Perhaps they felt in him the kindliness of the great sheltering forests and the majestic loneliness of the sunset. Jailers treated him kindly, and the judge’s little daughter paused often by the door of his cell. On this particular day, however, no smile answered Matchagama's greet- ing to his jailer. Matchagama sensed something wrong and asked what it was. The jailer explained that the judge's little daughter was ill and the doctors had given up hope for her. He went on to describe the illness. This was the third case in the colony. No one knew what to do for it. Matchagama listened carefully. Finally he announced calmly that he could cure the child if he had some sacred roots that grew deep in the forest to the north of the village. No one but Matchagama seemed to know anything about this sickness. No one, however, doubted his honesty. Matchagama said he had cured the illness before—why couldn’t he cure the judge’s child. The jailer's eyes widened when he heard this. You really mean you could cure the judge’s child? Are you sure of it? he inquired. Matchagama assured him he could cure the child if he had the roots. I will see,” said the jailer, and hurried off. The jailer came back within the hour, unlocked the cell, and led Matcha- gama before the judges. They made it clear to him that he was to go to the woods for the precious roots if he was sure he could cure the child, then come immediately. The judges were still doubtful, but finally it was decided that Page Thirty-four JhiL Wlaqn L Matchagama should go and return in a certain length of time. If he didn’t return at the end of that time, the whole village would scour the forests until they found him. As the people watched Matchagama being swallowed up by the forest, _ doubts began to assail them. Most of them hoped he wouldn’t return. Were they sure the child could be cured? Wasn't it the white man's fault that Matchagama had killed the man? They had dulled his senses with the drink and mocked him, arousing his anger. He wasn't totally civilized like the white man. Wasn’t it natural that he should turn on his enemy like an animal? At sundown all eyes were strained toward the north, scanning the edge of the forest, looking for, yet dreading to see the tall, bronzed form of Match- agama. As the sun was disappearing behind a network of trees in a red west, Matchagama stepped into view. A lusty cheer broke forth from the crowd as from one voice. All night he ministered old Indian herb-juices to the sick child. By morning there was no improvement. Suspicious whispers went around from house to house. By evening the child was improving. Matchagama stayed with her for a week. During this time, they became fast friends. The child’s pitiful pleas to her father to spare Matchagama almost broke his heart. The judge could do nothing. Matchagama had killed a man. He must pay. The day of his execution, three weeks later, the whole town turned out. Matchagama came from the jail to the gallows, his head high. Each person •■here felt a secret sense of guilt. Matchagama didn’t seem to see them or hear the perfectly audible whispers. Matchagama climbed the small wooden platform. Then suddenly there was a stir among the crowd. The crowd automatically parted, and through the opening dashed the tiny figure of the judge’s daughter. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She ran straight to the platform where Matchagama stood. She clung to his hand tightly. No one said a word. The few women in the crowd were moved to tears. The men looked at each other and then back to the heart-moving scene. The crowd seemed paralyzed. Some one took the rope and flung it as far as he could. A hearty cheer showed the approval of the crowd. The look that passed between the child and Matchagama was as unmistakable as if the words of gratitude had been spoken. The child was smiling. That night, Matchagama left his hut and walked to the hill overlooking the village. In the moonlight, he picked out the judge’s house. A tiny figure pressed close to the glass of a window was watching that hill. She recognized his tall silhouette as he stood there for an instant, motionless except for the feathers in his head dress blown by the wind. He stood motionless for a moment, only his quick intake of breath showing that he had seen, then he turned silently and padded down the path into the shadowy forest. The House of Education Don Graham I’m building a house with eager hands. To use through years to come; With books as the foundation And knowledge as the beams. Page Thirty-five JhsL TYlaqmL The Million Dollar Bust Larry Paffrath Paul Young had never had the chance to find out what work is because, unluckily for him, his father happened to own a major-league baseball team. Ever since he had been old enough to walk, Paul had traveled from city to city with the team; then later, he began practicing with them. Years passed, and Paul gradually worked his way into the lineup. As soon as he had the regular short-stop post clinched, sports-writers all over the country started razzing” him through their columns. They stated that Paul had not earned his position, and that there were countless other short-stops in the minors better than he. One writer nicknamed him Daddy’s Boy” and another The Million Dollar Bust.” Some said that such a dub should not be allowed in the major leagues, and others said that he was too dumb to be even a bat boy. This idle talk was all that was needed to convince the fickle public that Paul did not know the first thing about baseball. They did everything in their power to oust Paul from his position at short. Thousands of letters poured into the office every day demanding his scalp, saying that if Paul played, the fans would stay away from the games—and they meant it. Near the end of the season, they got their wish. Paul was dropped from the team and pre- sumably from the majors forever. As usual, Old A1 Manning was having a difficult time getting a team that looked anything like a winner. Al’s team, the Bluesox, was a member of an obscure western league. Most of the players were former major league stars, too old to play in faster company anymore. Every year took a great toll of their ranks, so that the managers had to keep rebuilding their teams. This morning as Old A1 stood looking over the field, his mind was on his own par- ticular difficulty—to get a competent short-stop. One youngster, a lad about nineteen, caught his eye. He was a pleasant-looking lad, tall and well built, a picture of gracefulness both on the field and at bat. Old A1 didn’t have to look at him twice to know that he had once been in faster company, but he did have to look twice to believe his own eyes. How did he get here? Where had a boy as young as he acquired the knowledge of a seasoned big-leaguer? What was he doing in a bush league town like this? These were a few of the questions that raced through Al’s head. He couldn't answer them; but, as he hurried over to the batting screen where the rookie was taking his turn at bat, Al’s shrewd old eyes were taking in every proud, over-confident movement of the young lad’s body. He whistled softly to himself as he watched the boy cockily place two in the left field stands and then knock the third baseman over with a hot liner. For a while A1 almost forgot his mission, but he recovered quickly. Hey, you, there—yes, you, come here,” he demanded. “Do you mean me? questioned the youth. Whom do you think I mean? Where did you learn to bat?” Why in—a—I—oh, I just picked it up. I just worked out my own method.” Well, you might as well drop it now, A1 growled. “In a game you wouldn’t smell the ball, the way you swing. You’d better start swinging the right way—don’t hit every ball into left field—push a few of them over into right. Now come on and try it.” ’«,(! ■ Thirty-six JhsL TYlaqn L The rookie's face flushed scarlet, and he opened his mouth to answer back, but he thought better of it. Again he took his place at the plate, but this time he missed miserably. ' Al's old trick had the boy’s Irish Up, and he swung recklessly. The rest of the team began gathering around the batting screen and roared every time the rookie made a bad miss. But, though his playing grew worse, the lad stuck to it in spite of this razzing. At last A1 signaled the batter to come out of the box. He had found that the boy was like many another rookie—he could not take a bawling out—but this rookie had the promise of stuff in him, too. If only Old A1 could knock that cockiness out of him! Before he had a chance to cool off, A1 had him out at short, making a fool of him there. But not once did the lad cry to stop. A1 knocked him one ball after another, and he stopped only a few. Most of the ones that he got near to, bounced off his legs and chest. At the end of fifteen minutes, he was bruised and panting; but he did not stop until he was ready to fall over from exhaustion. Still A1 was not sure. He tried one last merciless blast. You'll never make a ball player, kid, he said. You just haven’t got what it takes—and I can’t do anything for you. I'm not putting you off the team or anything like that; but if I were you, I wouldn’t waste any time playing ball. And when you hand your suit in, go to McKerrigan; don't pester me.” Who said I'm turning in my suit? the kid fired back. I'm going to stick around here as long as you’ll keep me.” A1 could hardly keep from cheering; though he said nothing, his shrewd old eyes glowed. The veterans of the team, too, felt the thrill. They knew that here was a real ball player at last. ★ A1 Manning again had a great team that was packing them into the Blue- sox Park. The sly old fox had the right mixture of old and young blood to give him a great team. He had a combination of speed, power, defensive skill, and good pitching, and the whole team was built around the young short-stop who did everything well. One day in the early season, a middle-aged man of athletic build walked into Al's office. Good afternoon, Mr. Manning,” he said. Tm Bill Hunter, the Giant scout. I've been hearing a lot about your young shortstop; so—I just stopped over to see him.” A1 had heard of the great Bill Hunter, but had never met him before; and he was so surprised that he couldn’t speak for a few minutes. W—Where did you hear of him? he stammered at last. Los Angeles. Los Angeles! Why that’s more than a thousand miles away. Sure, it's worth coming a thousand miles to look up a player with such a record.” Gosh, I'm sure, Mr. Hunter, that you won’t be disappointed. He is all he’s cracked up to be, and more. You didn’t come a thousand miles for nothing, I’ll assure you. I’ll at least see a good ball game, Hunter said jokingly. There is not a doubt about that. It's worth going a thousand miles just to watch Paul play. Paul—is that his name? Yes, Paul West.” age Thirty-sn cn JhsL 9TlmjmL Hm! It looks as if I’m right after all. What’s that?” Oh, nothing. I was just thinking out loud. See you later.” As soon as Hunter left, A1 hurried out on to the field to run the Bluesox through their preliminary practice. It was just about an hour before game time, but the stands were already filling. A1 noticed Hunter sitting up behind third base, and it made him a little nervous. He almost wished that Hunter had not been there. Just before the game started, he noticed that Paul was a little nervous, too, but he said nothing. For the first three innings, Paul played almost timidly. He didn’t have his old time pep. It worried Al, but he didn't say anything; that would only make matters worse. Luckily Paul's nervousness wore off as the game progressed, and his play- ing became nothing less than sensational. His hit in the ninth won the game for his team, besides bringing his short career with the Bluesox to a glorious end. For up in the third base stands a man was jumping over seats in order to get down to the diamond. He met Paul in front of the stands. Paul!” he shouted. ‘I was right; I thought it was you all the time, but I had to come a thousand miles to prove it. Yes, I’m right, and the Giants surely need you.” Do you think they'll take me back—I mean the fans and the sports- writers?” Sure, I’ll wire your dad right away. Do you want to tell him anything? Yes, tell him that I learned more than how to play ball out here. I learned that the only way to make the majors is to work your way up. So I started at the bottom.” You surely did. I was lucky to find you out here in this no-man's-land.” And I’ll never forget the first lesson Al taught me,” Paul said, disregard- ing Hunter’s former speech. I didn’t know anything when I came out here; but thanks to Al, I do now. And I understand why the sports-writers razzed me, and I don't blame them. I surely was terrible.” But that’s all over, now; and since you learned what work is, you’ll be better because of it,” answered Mr. Hunter. Now, before we leave for New York, we ll thank Al for developing the world's best short-stop.” Thank him?” “Yes, with a thousand dollar bill. It’s worth a thousand dollars to develop a Million Dollar Bust’ into a ‘Million Dollar Success,' isn’t it?” Well, I wouldn't say I’m a Million Dollar Infielder,’ but I’m not Daddy’s Boy’—any more.” And whistling a gay little tune under his breath, he started off the field to find “good Old Al.” Bells! Janet Stover We live by bells! We fear them, we wait for them, we hate them, we long for them. When we are awakened in the night by the ring of the tele- phone, a feeling of dread creeps over us as we listen for the tidings which such a call usually brings. With chagrin we hear the bothersome ring of the doorbell just as we are comfortably settled in a hot steaming bath. Sitting lazily in the country sun, what a pleasant drowsy calm we feel as the tinkle of a cow bell Page Thirly-eight JPul Vftaqn L reaches our ears! Such joy the mellow wedding bells ring out, such sorrow the somber funeral bells toll ! Year after year we listen for the glad peals of joy at Christmas and Easter. Bells ring out the birth of each new year. We shrink from the ominous clang of the fire truck and the speeding echo of the siren. As children we sought the merry jingle of the ice cream wagon; we hid from the lowly tingle of the rag man. Our school days are ruled by the bell. There was never a ruler more merciful. No act of providence was ever received with more thanks than that time we were saved by the bell from having to recite something we did not know. Yet the bell can be—oh so tyrannical. Would that Fate had prolonged the bell just a few seconds that morning we got up too late (the time our alarm failed to waken us with its relentless sum- mons). What would we do, however, without that subject for themes: Waiting for the Bell, Saved by the Bell, or Ode to the Bell. We couldn’t get along without bells. They protect us, they are our servants and our rulers. The Liberty Bell pealed out our new-born freedom. Poe’s fame was increased by his colorful poem about bells. The tinkle of the shop bell of Hepzibah Pin- cheon's proud little store has been copied by many storekeepers. Jingle Bells and Bells of Saint Mary's will always be sung merrily. Throughout the world bells are synonymous with all the human emotions. How I Study Dolores Beck 1 always study. No one can deny that. In fact, no one would ever try to gainsay it, because I am so constantly found poring over my books. Now, if this is the case, and it most assuredly is, wouldn't you think I'd be quite a brilliant person? Yet the situation is just the reverse. How would you account for it? Of course, perhaps if I studied more intelligently—but I do like to listen to the radio; and the gang comes over a few nights a week to help me get my work; and then on the other nights, I just have to talk to Mother. She is so interested in my school work. Why just the other night, while I was deeply engrossed in Henry Esmond, a most interesting book, she asked me what 1 had done in school that day. I was eager to give my mother a worthy account of her darling’s experiences, so I reluctantly closed Henry for the night. I think an interested mother helps a lot, don’t you? Yet strangely enough, the next day, after all the studying I had done on Henry, I didn’t know a thing. I just can’t understand it. Oh well. I’ll study twice as hard tonight, but I suppose it will be the same thing all over again. Life is strange! My Heart Katherine Kellar 1 hear my heart in all I do. As it sings its sweet refrain; When I am glad, when I am blue— It sings on just the same. My heart is like a treasure chest, With memories stored up tight; 'Tis where my precious friendships rest— It is happy day and night. Page Thirty-nine JhsL VYlaqn t Sentimental Memories of a Trunk Marjorie Binford Now when you come right down to think of it, it really isn't foolish to be sentimentally mournful for a trunk.” Not when you stop to consider what kind of trunk it was. By description, this one was long, clumsy, and bulky. Its leather was of that very coarse grain which one never sees in better bags. Attached to the trunk,” I might add, were two very huge, flopping ears, four plodding feet, and a great, voluminous bulk of body, slenderizing into a narrow, rope-like tail. As a matter of fact, the trunk” was a very essential addition to the loveliest elephant that ever roamed the boulevards of New York. This trunk laboriously plodded along under the very suitable cognomen of Raffles, for you see I won him at an auction. But then, it wasn’t my fault. As I entered the room, I heard the auctioneer cry out, What am I bid for this article. Ten? Fifteen? Who’ll bid fifteen dollars for this magnificent object?” Because he was such a clean, handsome looking young man, I responded to his cordial look and nod by nodding my head in a friendly sort of way. Fine! Fine! Now who’ll bid twenty dollars for this article under the hammer? Who'll raise the bid to twenty? Going for fifteen once—going twice—gone to the lady in the far corner.” A faint murmur of mirth arose from the others and 1 finally realized that I was being held accountable for something I hadn’t yet seen. The gist of the matter was that I left that auction with a very magnificent, but entirely useless elephant. To make matters worse, I was a stranger cast upon the wiles of New York City. Back to the hotel I started, quickly assuming the perplexing duties of an elephant's mahout. Even the side streets which I carefully took could not save me from embarrassment. I'm quite sure that had the officers not been over- come by a fit of laughter, or stunned into silence by amazement, I should have had considerable more trouble than I had. As it was, I overheard two police- men ejaculating in true Irish fashion. “Faith, would ye be looking at that now!” said one very jolly looking Irishman. Sure! an’ it’s not often ye’ll be seeing such a sight as that, I’m thinking,” the other returned, but neither had presence of mind to stop me. Really, most people left me entirely alone, except a band of young ruffians, who so taunted Raffles” that he lifted his huge trunk to the wind and made all New York echo with the resounding call of the jungles. Even the elephants in Bronx Zoo must have tried to stampede after that. Across town to the front steps of a very fashionable hotel marched Raffles and I. Leaving “Raffles” to the inquiring gaze of on-lookers, I went to see the manager as to what I should do with my newly acquired pet. May I speak to the manager, please?” My knocking knees were no great help for my much needed composure. Mr. Donnally,” I asked, “do you allow pets to be kept in your hotel?” Why yes, Miss Thomas, but we can’t allow them in the rooms; however, we have very comfortable accomodations for them in the basement. If you will write out detailed instructions, I shall see that someone takes care of him immediately. Boy! Take these instructions and follow them carefully.” Page Forty JhsL WjaqnoL Assuring me of my pet's welfare, the manager sent the boy away with a very harmless-sounding note which read: Feed generously twice a day; take for an airing each afternoon. Bathe and give pedicure every day. Keep quiet at all times.” Away went the unsuspecting boy to take care of Raffles.” For the rest of the story I must rely upon information given by the keeper and on-lookers, as Raffles” was at last out of my care. Johnny, the stable boy, finally quartered Raffles” in an unoccupied section of the garage after vainly trying to shove him through the cellar door, ffe found that feeding the elephant was no task at all, but getting him filled was an entirely different matter. Raffles” wasn’t insistent about what he ate, but he was quite concerned about how much he ate. Once he even went so far as to trumpet, but the next time he lifted his trunk, Johnny was away with a start for more food. The question of a bath and pedicure was still more bothersome. Johnny couldn't wash him in the stationary tubs, for they weren't large enough, and even this very modern hotel didn’t have suitable washing accommodations for elephants. The more water Johnny put in the tubs, the more water Raffles” drank and spouted. Johnny finally put soap in the water and after awhile, Raffles” gave up in disgust and resigned to Fate. Johnny at last got his skin to fairly glisten, but only he knows what trouble it was. About four in the afternoon, following instructions, Johnny started to take Raffles” for an airing. After considering, he decided that along the wharves would be the best place for a gamble. Off he started with Raffles” plodding along at the end of a very unsatisfactory rope. When they reached the waters’ edge, the sight must have brought back memories of the lazy streams of his childhood—an elephant never forgets. With a lurch and a bound he was off, dragging the surprised Johnny a few feet after him. Into the water Raffles” plunged, bellowing for sheer delight. The last Johnny remembered, as he stared from the shore, was a huge mass churning the water and a majestic trunk proudly riding the crest of the sea. If any of my readers know the whereabouts of this clumsy long trunk,” will you please notify me? For you see, I have the fondest memories of him for sentimental reasons. The Hooky Player Eleanor Rumbaugh ( With apologies to Shakespeare ) To go, or not to go—that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer A thirty or forty in a Tempest test, Or to take arms against this sea of troubles, And, by staying home, end them. To sleep—to study No more tonight; and by a sleep to say I end The headache, and the hundred classic questions I am heir to; 'tis a temporary delay Till I steal time to devour the content of the book. To study—to sleep;—To sleep? ay, there's the rub; For on the morrow the teacher will ask. What period can I make up my test. And I shall learn She hath prepared a more difficult test For the hooky players! Page Forty-one JhsL Vtlaqn L A Happy Ending Gracia Allen Oh dear, why couldn't I be able to go to the Prom and the picnic next Monday? Peggy moaned. As she sat alone in the deep overstuffed chair by the living room window, one would have imagined that she, Peggy Parks, had little to complain of. Certainly, she looked the picture of health with those sparkling grey eyes, her rosy complexion, white even teeth, and that mass of dark ringlets. Not content with beauty, Peggy had charm, grace, personality, but most of all—courage. For we all know it takes courage to smile in the face of such disappointments as Peggy was facing. Peggy had sprained her ankle two days ago, and now she sat in the chair with her foot propped up on a stool. What luck! To sprain an ankle in the midst of the commencement festivities! The other young people in her crowd were probably finishing putting up the decorations right now, for tonight was the Prom on which she had planned for weeks and weeks. It had been the most important topic of conversation among the younger crowd for days. Even the older people were looking forward to it with shining eyes, for that was the one time in the year when everyone put on his best bib and tucker and stepped out. Thinking thus, Peggy felt the tears slowly trickle down her flushed cheeks. She bit her lip stubbornly; it wouldn’t do her any good to cry; so quickly she dried her eyes. Then she smiled, for Bob had promised to come to stay with with her tonight instead of going to the party. Peggy felt a warm glow inside, for she realized that Bob was forfeiting his entire evening to entertain her. She knew the evening would be long, for they would both be thinking of the others at the party. Suddenly the doorbell rudely interrupted her thoughts; Peggy started with a jerk and then, feeling the sudden pain, remembered her ankle. Her mother hastened to the door, and presently Bob presented himself in the pleasant sitting room where Peggy sat. Bob had brought the various papers and notes concerning the Prom and soon the two young people were busily absorbed with the details. But eventually, they finished reading the material; now, wondered Peggy, what would come next? Both had the party in mind, but each dreaded to begin discussing it, for fear of showing his wish to be there. The old clock ticked on, with Peggy and Bob reading the Country Home Magazine. Every once in awhile one or the other would glance up and sigh; within the mind of each was the thought—oh, if there were only something else to talk about besides the Prom— Brrr! How long and loudly the doorbell rang! The two could hear many voices and a great stamping of feet from without. Who could it be? The Prom had already begun, and Peggy knew of no one coming to see her. Bob hurried to the door, and Peggy could hear laughing voices and loud whispers. She wanted to run to see who it was, but oh, her ankle—she wanted so badly to be able to enjoy this last hour of her school life, but she had promised herself that there would be no tears, so she put on a big grin, and patiently waited for Bob. Come on, come on, Peggy, we can’t have our Prom without you!” exclaimed several of the crowd as they noisily burst into the room. Page forty-two JhsL VYlaqnoL Peggy glanced from face to face, and suddenly she realized that the tears were not far off , for she was so happy. To think that her crowd of boys and girls had left the Prom to get her! That the party was not complete without her made her tremble with joy. Oh, no, I couldn't possibly go,” she responded. That's what you thinkv Peggy Parks!” merrily exclaimed the crowd, and laughing, several of the larger boys carried her out to the waiting car. Quickly the car was started up, and they were half way there before Peggy had a chance to protest. Soon they arrived upon a scene of happiness and good cheer; the rest of the crowd, seeing Peggy, eagerly ran forward, overjoyed to have her there. Everyone had a message of good cheer for her, and Peggy's heart warmed for such a happy crowd of young people. Oh, Bob,” she whispered ecstatically, I think it’s the nicest commence- ment a girl ever had! And Bob, looking down into her radiant face, felt a sudden unaccountable lump in his throat as he agreed that she was right. A Short Short-story ( Dedicated to all future B Senior English Classes ) Donald Shanor You see, Dear Teacher, it was this way. I really did finish my short story the other day. An’ I was bringing it to school this morning and was walking along the road with it stuck into my coat pocket when, all of a sudden, a March wind came along and blew the story right out of my pocket up into a large tree. Now this tree was very big, and away up at the top it forked out into two trees. My story was blown right up into this fork, and from there I saw nothing more of it. Thinking the story had lodged in the forks, I climbed the tree. I came to the forks and looked for my story, but it wasn’t there. I saw only a large hole, for the tree was hollow. Looking in, I found that my story had fallen down inside, where a family of squirrels were dying of high blood pressure from too much laughter while reading it. Of course I could not get it out, and the truth is. Dear Teacher, that I didn’t have time to write another. Do I have to? French Adelaide Zeefe There's something about French that’s nice; It’s parlez-vous that pleases you. You never have to listen twice To know a Frenchman, when you hear Vive la France! the livelong year; Now some may like some other tongue But I will always take the one That says my dearie, ma cherie, Je vous aime beaucoup; faites-vous? I love you very much, do you? Page Forty-three JPul TYlaqmL Jehoshaphat Saves the Day Wilbur Weller It was Saturday—no classes, no studies, and no excitement. Six of us filled every bit of space in our old fliver, christened Jehoshaphat. Such a bat- tered, disjointed wreck had never before wandered the highway. Every kind of mishap had befallen it. There wasn’t a junk man in town who did not regard it with envy. Joe inquired hopefully. Anybody have any money?” Nup fingered a half-dozen small coins in his pocket. I got six niggles',” he said with a sigh. We eat.” announced Joe. But what? Then, as we approached an intersection, without warning a huge sedan shot out of a side street directly toward us. There was a shriek of brakes, and the sound of metal against metal. Jehoshaphat shuddered, but the blow was a glancing one, and the sedan rapidly regained its speed. Did you see them? Oh, did you see them?” sputtered Nup. No,” I said sarcastically, I was home in bed at the time; but I heard about it. It must have been quite enjoyable?” Two of ’em, Nup continued, disregarding me. Two of ’em. Oh, the crazy idiots. Did you hear what that little one called me? I'd like to get my hands on him.” Just then a siren whined, and a motorcycle policeman drew alongside us. He asked if we had seen a blue Buick sedan. Did we?” shouted Nup. They zoomed around that corner and almost knocked us into the middle of next week. And if you catch that little guy—■” The license number is J-2654,” broke in the Judge. Right,” said the officer. Which way did they go?” Straight down the road.” As he started away he shouted, Keep an eye out for them, boys; they just robbed the First National Bank!” We stared after him, dumb-founded. That remark sent tingling shivers up and down our spines. Finally Joe whistled tunelessly. Oh boy!” he murmured. Wonder where they're headed?” queried Nup. Straight down the road. Which way you going?” joshed Dave. Say!” he exclaimed. I’ll bet they were headed for the old valley road—” That’s it!” cried Joe. Smooth traveling in their big car, and over fifty miles with almost no traffic. They’ve escaped by now. No, they haven't!” exclaimed Tucker. Not the way they’re going. Don't you see—they’re going the long way around, like everyone does. They don’t know about the short cut over the hill. Say! Are you game?’'” Without wait- ing he jumped into the flivver. Rapidly he sketched his plan. While he did so, Jehoshaphat left the city streets and began laboring up a long steep hill. When the flivver found the going too tough, we had to hop out and push. Abruptly the road ended, so we thought. That,” said Tucker, is where we go down.” The car bounced and shuddered down a twisting slope that had once been a trail for logging trucks. Tucker jammed down the low-gear pedal and set Page forty-four JJul VYlciqmL all the brakes we had, but still the car tossed and leaped down the steep slope. When we reached bottom, the whole car creaked and groaned, and there was an odor of burned brakes. Hastily we got out of the car and scrambled into hiding close to the cross- road. Hardly had we done this when the big Buick suddenly shot around the corner and headed full tilt for the flivver. Again we heard the shriek of brakes as it stopped a few inches short of the flivver. The driver honked his horn and sought a way around, but there was none. Tucker’s nervous haste, added to the steaming radiator and coughing, sputtering engine, made the scene very realistic. The short man got out and tried to push Jehoshaphat. That’s the height of my ambition. Dave whispered into my ear. To see little two-by-twice trying to push jehoshaphat—Tucker’s using every brake on it. When we saw the big fellow get out from behind the wheel, the moment of action had come. At ’em! shrieked the Judge. The big fellow streaked for the car, but Joe and Dave brought him down. The little fellow reached for a gun, stopping Judge and me on our rush, but Nup brought him down from behind with a tackle that knocked the wind out of him. You would call me names,” admonished Nup. Just then the police dashed up, and dug more money out of that Buick than we had ever dreamed existed. Nice piece of work you boys did. And by the way.” the policemen explained, there's a reward for these fellows. You think you could use the money?” You bet,” I exclaimed. No more existing on niggles’ for us.” Tucker's grease-streaked face popped from under the flivver. Sure thing,” he remarked. But remember, we must set aside some of the reward for jehoshaphat. He needs a few minor repairs! Path to Knowledge Margaret Gillis ( With apologies to Lovelace ) When Knowledge with magic silver wings. Hovers within my grasp. And my knowing teacher undertakes To fill the spaces vast. When thirsty mind in books I steep, Then dreams and plans go free; Fishes that tipple in the brook Know no such liberty. School rooms do not a prison make. Nor teachers’ books a cage; Minds, untaught and hungry, take This for a heritage. If I have knowledge in my mind And in my soul am free, Professors alone that soar above Enjoy more liberty. Page Forty-fivi JhsL Wjouqn L The Beginning of Sprint Cecil Cupps Have you ever stopped to wonder why distance runners always go up on their toes and sprint at the end of a long grind? The purpose of my story is to tell you, according to the Archeological Department of B. H. S., how and when this practice originated. Professor Mixer, that great delving expert, with his trusty crew, was excavating one evening in the sands covering the ancient track of the “Y” coliseum. Suddenly one of the laborers shouted. His pick having struck something hard, he had investigated and found a small earthen- ware vase imbedded in the rock. It was sealed and in good condition considering its long burial. Inside the vase, the crew found a light parchment manuscript, upon which was written in some undecipherable language a lengthy story, probably a Greek myth. After further discussion the crew decided to place the manuscript in the hands of Miss Doerr and her Vergil class (Vergil being all Greek to some of them!) as the only means of finding out what it meant. After much hard work they had the story which follows, although how the vase wandered so far from its native land is still a mystery: In the Golden Age of Greece, an annual contest was held at Athens, com- bining all the field and track events then known. Entered in this contest were the most athletic young men in the different divisions of the Greek nation: Athens, Sparta, and Macedonia. The Spartans were by far the most athletic of the three, but in the year 201 B. C., as the 25th Olympiad progressed, Athens and Sparta were in a seemingly unbreakable tie. As contest after contest went by, the tie remained until only the marathon was to be run. At this point, the Spartans heaved a sigh of relief, for who could outrun their Venselos, champion for the last three years and as yet unbeaten? This very question was disturbing not a little the mind of Gladisius, the young contestant from Athens. He saw that Venselos was a giant in stature, with steel-like thews and a tremendous stride that carried him past other contestants almost as if they were standing still. Gladisius was the only opponent from Athens whom Venselos would have to defeat; but, as Venselos himself said, A rank, inexperienced boy from the country shouldn’t be hard to defeat.” Then a bugle broke in upon his reveries, and the starter rode up in his splendid chariot. In a stentorian voice, he announced the contestants and gave the signal, Get ready!” A moment later came the signal Go!” and they were off! Venselos immediately took the lead and loped along easily and smoothly as the pack spread out behind him. Gladisius was second and he clung dog- gedly to the leader’s heel, refusing to be beaten without a struggle. For some time, the two men’s positions remained unchanged; then the finish was drawing near—a grueling finish. Even Venselos was staggering, and only Gladisius’ stout heart kept him in his place behind the leader. His legs felt like lead and his breath came in great pants. But he was holding his own! Then, horror of horrors, Gladisius stepped upon a stone, and a horrified cry escaped the Athenians at the red spurt of blood from his heel. The cry of dismay changed to one of triumph, however, as they saw that even this could not stop him. Since the cut was in his heel, he would run on his toes, thus keeping his injury from coming in contact with the ground. And his courage won. To his utter Va c Forty-six JhsL Vyiaqn t surprise there was an immediate lessening of the tension in his legs, and he rapidly caught up with and passed Venselos, running as if at the beginning of, instead of at the end of the race. He came back to the starting place the winner and, needless to say, he was the hero of Athens and the new champion of the Marathon. By carefully guarding his secret, he remained the champion until a severe illness caused him to quit running. He then gave the secret to the world, and it has come down to the present day track meets held in all schools and colleges. Even to B. H. S.l The New Point of View Geraldine Ehm Education for the sake of education,” which has long been a slogan in school circles, has given way to “Education for the sake of its use.” An editorial, found in The Balance Sheet, says that if the student is advised as to the successful employment of his training and his education, he will be better prepared to be a success in whatever line of work he undertakes. He should be shown how to use the education he has so laboriously acquired and how to develop a pleasing personality and a strong character. Then and then only will he be a success in this world where only the fittest survive. We are glad that teachers in our own high school are interested in this practical side of education. But I think the vocational is not the only benefit we receive from education. From the study of literature we learn to respect the honest, humble man and to value the spiritual objectives in life, instead of worldly things. Literature also gives us entertainment in our leisure hours. Civics gives us the workings of our government and teaches us how to become good American citizens, and how to appreciate more fully our liberty and democratic government. Musical studies, too, are helpful. They teach us how to appreciate the works of the famous composers and how to give pleasure to others. Thus, even though we may not acquire financial benefits from some phases of our education, we really have not wasted the time spent, but have gained priceless results for ourselves in widened horizons and a fuller, richer life. A Passing Day in Spring Mary Elizabeth Cranmer Morn; Birds Winging the blue in their flight. Making the world a beautiful sight. Noon; Heat— God tries with all his might To give fruit and grass and flowers bright. Dusk; Frogs Croak of a day without a blight To mar the beauty of the coming night. Page Forty-seven JPul maqwL Pity the Poor Dog! Edwin Fontaine Jane, guess what I just got!” cried Lucille as she burst into her friend's room; and then, without waiting for an answer, she rushed on: I got a letter, a letter from Bill Hamilton. He’s coming home next Saturday night, and he’ll be here all summer vacation. Am I thrilled? I’ll bet all the girls will be jealous now. Bill is a Harvard man, you know.” You always were lucky, but I thought that Betty Taylor was his girl,” responded Jane. She was, but I’ve been making a play for him, and I always succeed in getting my man. I’ll get a new red dress like the one we saw in the store window the other day, and I’ll get a new hat to match it and a permanent.” You seem pretty sure of yourself,” Jane told her. Well, you know I always get what I'm after. Why I’ll have him under my wing before next week is half over,” said Lucille indignantly. You are nearly always right, but I can't understand how you are so successful.” Well, I make them think they are big, handsome men; and after all, you must admit I am very pretty. Why shouldn’t I get my man?” Lucille said very emphatically. In a few minutes, she returned home, already feeling the glow of victory. The next day Lucille got the new red dress, the hat, and the permanent. Bill always attended church, so she decided to wear the dress to church Sunday morning. Bill would be sitting near the front of the church with a seat saved for her. This would give her a good opportunity to show her new clothes to the congregation and also attract to their attention the fact that she was sitting beside Bill Hamilton. Saturday arrived, a dark and rainy day, but Bill would not be home until late that night. Sunday morning, however, dawned clear. The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was very blue. The sweet freshness of June was in the air. Lucille was very much excited as she dressed. She was very careful to look exactly right so that she would make a good impression on Bill. Lucille left home at eleven o'clock so that she would arrive about five minutes late. On her way, she was very careful to miss all the mud puddles that had been left from the rain of last night. When Lucille arrived, church had started. She looked around to see Bill, but could not locate him. Well,” she thought, maybe he’s late. I’ll go up and sit down, and he’ll be in later.” As she walked up the aisle, a ripple of laughter ran through the congregation. Why are they laughing? she won- dered, but she continued up the aisle and sat down. As she did so, she turned around and her heart stood still. There was Bubbles, her little dog, panting down the aisle. One look at Bubbles was all it took to see that he had not been careful to avoid the mud puddles. Bubbles, go on home! she hissed; but instead of turning, Bubbles made a big leap for Lucille’s knee. She tried to push him off, but she only partly managed, and his muddy feet streaked her new clothes. She jumped up and reached for him, but the slippery little creature eluded her. Finally she angrily made a grab for his collar and caught him. As she half dragged, half carried Bubbles from the church, she noticed Bill grinning from ear to ear. But that was not the worst; he was sitting beside Betty Taylor! Lucille was furious as she threw Bubbles out into the street; but we do not pity Lucille, we pity the poor dog. PiiXc Forty-eighf JhsL 'VYlaqwL Students' Progress Ralph Cooper ( With apologies to a certain well-known B Senior Classic) First in a student’s life, he starts in to common school. This shows that he has what is commonly known as the Spirit of Education (or else his parents have it). And it depends upon who has it whether the student takes the Short and Narrow Path or the Long and Broad One. He is beckoned by Mr. Wise One to study, but along comes Mr. Playboy to lead him off his course. Mr. Wise One advises him to follow him along the Short and Narrow Path because it leads directly to the beautiful Palace of Higher Education. He warns Mr. Student that his way is beset by great difficulties; but that it is twice and some- times three times shorter than that road which Mr. Playboy will recommend— the Long and Broad Path—for this Path retraces itself so frequently in its wanderings through Many-Semester Forest. Mr. Student decides that he will take this good advice and he starts off with Mr. Wise One. They have not gone far, however, until Mr. Playboy again crosses their path, accompanied this time by his best friend, Mr. Hook-and-Tardy. They are so charming that Mr. Student can’t resist their appeals and decides to desert Mr. Wise One. While rollicking along with them, he stumbles into a pond, the Depth of Ignorance. Playboy goes on without him, but Mr. Hook-and-Tardy sits on the bank beckoning him back to the Long and Broad Way. He does not offer to help him, however, and Mr. Student is about to drown, when Mr. Helpful comes along and rescues him. Mr. Helpful tells him of wonderful opportunities he will have if he goes with him. Inspired by this speech and disappointed in Mr. Playboy and his friend, Mr. Student decides to travel along with Mr. Helpful. The pair have not gone far when they encounter a company of strolling players named Games and Dates, a subsidy of Playboy. These carefree souls attempt to entice Mr. Student to dally with them, but he knows now that only by staying with Mr. Helpful will he be able to find his goal. At the entrance of this Forest is a large Palace Beautiful known as Higher Education. Before they can enter this lovely building, they must go through a long arch walled with fire called Entrance Exams. Mr. Helpful has to depart from Mr. Student, who, if he wishes to enter here, must go alone. So, braving the danger, he starts through; but it begins to get hotter as he goes, so that he is scorched a little and is just about to turn back when a beautiful maiden called Freshman Teacher addresses him. Mr. Student, since you have braved the dangers of the fire and have not been consumed, you may enter this lovely building.” Mr. Student gratefully enters, and during his stay there, he is given much good advice about how to meet the demons of the Forest. Then he goes forth again to meet divers and sundry foes. A terrible lion called Freshman Algebra almost gobbles him up; Sophomore Sloth almost chloroforms him. Toward the end of his journey things become a little less difficult, but not for long. Soon come tidings of one last fearful Apollyon; and even though he has his friends to comfort him. he knows he must make his own preparations to over- come this biggest foe, Mr. Final. Only with the help of the angel Good Preparation, does he overcome Mr. Final, and is given the precious Roll with which to start on his journey of Life. Page Forty-nine JhsL 71 UuqmL In the Photographer's Studio John McCaslin Wearing my dad’s best tie, my brother’s shirt, my cousin's socks, my toe nails trimmed and my hair plastered down tight to my head, I was about to have my picture taken. As luck or un-luck would have it, several were there in the studio ahead of me. A baby, with a whole string of relatives, was on hand; and of all the fussing and going on I ever heard, that beat all. I paid not the slightest attention to the pug-nosed, red-faced, bald-headed infant, but I could not help noticing how very plain looking he was. Yet, believe it or not, all I heard was Isn't 'oo cute! or Dis too sweet oo is!” As if that were not bad enough, who else should be there ahead of me but some fellow and his girl. I think they must have been just married. To see them holding hands, whispering to each other—and the way she would look at him! I would have gone home, picture or no picture, if it had not been such a strain on a fellow to get all cleaned up for nothing. Besides, I might not be able the next time to— well, ah—we will call it borrow all the different articles of wearing apparel I had now draped upon me. I would not have bothered about a picture at all. but you see the Magnet will be pleased to have my photo,” and gee! all I have is that one I had taken when I still wore knee pants. My garters could not have been on the job then, from the looks of my stockings. No, I did not go home; I had to have my picture taken! Written in T Norabel Shakely ( With apologies to Wordsworth ) The keys are clicking, The shift-lock sticking, The fingers are tapping, The ribbons are wrapping. The Transcript class is in “T.” Miss Wigton, Miss White, Are at work with their might; The pupils are gazing, Their heads never raising: They are forty typing like one! Like an army they're working, Their jobs never shirking. Who so base to give in In the midst of this din? The teacher is urging—come on—come on! There's rush as old Time wings: But hark! there the bell rings; Students, all sailing — Now, silence prevailing; The class is over and gone! Page fifty JPul WjaqnoL Personality Road Betty Bowman One of the principal highways to the Road of Life is called ‘Personality Road,’’ that road which has been under construction for all of us for some years now. How is this road of yours coming along? Have you built it of durable material, or does it already show signs of weathering? Perhaps the foundation was poor to begin with, and you have been encountering many obstacles as you have continued to lay your road. Don't be discouraged, however. Never think of giving up! It may be too late to start over, but if you’ll just keep doing a little repair work from time to time, you'll gradually possess a fine and pleasing personality. One should be continually on the alert for ideas that help. In a recent article in the Reader’s Digest. Gelett Burgess suggests that we should try to look upon life as a drama, for in so doing you can have as much fun as if you were sitting in your own private theatre.” What a simple method of casting away petty grievances which we hold against others! That “dumb” little insignificant remark which just did not happen to rub us the right way, or perhaps that smart reply that really was intended to be cutting—they are just a part of the drama of life. Why not make a trial of Mr. Burgess’ suggestion? “Be an author. Write your own life, your own comedies.” You will enjoy it. Meditation Helen Waltz Four years ago when a freshman lass, Life seemed cruel; I had to fight to pass. I struggled, I fought with subjects galore. And thought to myself, “Only three years more.” Time passed on — I was a sophomore lass. Still struggling on, still trying to pass; But life wasn't so bad •—no, not any more, For I thought to myself, Only two years more.” Time marches on—a junior am I, The years receding, passing me by! I have to be saving. I must go slow; Time shakes his finger—just one year to go. I’m a senior now, life’s supposed to be great; But oh me, oh my! What an awful fate To have to leave this life so grand To go out in the world to make my stand! Page Fifty-one MAGNET STAFF rtjARote JEAN CAIK£ JOHN ft JPul l Tlaqmt The Office In School Days Still sits the school house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning . . . Within, the master's desk is seen. Deep-scarred with raps official; The warping floor, the battered seats. The jack-knife's carved initial.” Whittier. That was the School House of Yesterday. As we look through the pages of this book, whose theme is Round about School, with all due honor to the Little Red School House, we cannot help being thrilled that it has been our lot to attend the School House of Today. We are standing on the shoulders of the past. May our citizenship be worthy of our wider opportunities. Page Fifty-four (Poem by permission of Houghton Mifflin.) The Library Manual Arts The Senior Speedsters Chemistry Laboratory Cooking Class Sewing JhsL VnaxpmL Swimming John Cocarro A spring, a leap, a splash I O, what a joy there is in swimming ! Swimming in a glassy lake, or by a river bank; In rocky-bottom 'd creek or marbl'd pool; With a warm sun and June, all in tune; And light breezes blowing ever so cool. While dashing high, blue waters reach the sky; And rolling waves, like clouds, go sailing by ! Page fifty-nine Page Sixty The Orchestra First Row (reading left to right) P. Bovard, B. Connell, A. Cranmer, G. Creider, G. Vogt, H. Perozak, B. McCandlcss, M. J. Daugherty, M. Willetts, H. Burke, S. Young. Second Row, Prof. Scohier, R. English, N. Russin, H. Boozel, V. Westerman, P. Ritson, M. Fair, F. Rikal, J. Rodgers, F. McClung, C. Hummel. Third Row, R. Snyder, D. Henney, T. Andrews, C. Williams, E. McKnight, J. Monteleone, J. West, R. Renick, R. Keck, L. Hummel, W. Profota, R. Naugcl, G. Rothen, R. Creider, N. McCandless, J. Phipps, D. Spiece, R. Burke, M. Landgraf, W. Noullet. Operetta, The Mikado’ Lloyd White Ralph Stopp Howard Bolam Carl Kleeb James Campbell Mary Jane Daugherty Jane Smith Eleanor Warnick Donna Sutton Lawrence Frederick Chorus of School Girls Jean Eaton Jeanne Scott Louise Stewart Ada Gumpper Gladys McCleary Ada Lee Tunstall Louise Lcppert Doris Hoch Virginia Lee Crowthcrs June Spider Carolyn Olson Janet Stover Blanche Jackson Mary Hulton Dorothy Gardner Jean Spider Mary Craig Norabel Shakely Mary Grace Ritts Alita Chaman Chorus of Noblemen, Frank Foster Nick Napora Donald Carlson William Ritson Richard McCaslin Hugh Foster A. K. Johnson Robert Reiber William Forshey Robert Milleman Coolies a no Guards William Murrin Charles Lynch Dino Lavorini Edwin Morey Howard Lefever William Snow Martin Tclcnson Robert Burns Louis Litzinger Arthur Black Vocal Musical Director Richard Dryden Dramatic Director Aliene D. Montgomery Orchestra Director Joseph Scohier Prompter Sara Jane Sprenkle Accompanist Betty Connell Jhn ‘MaqwL Commencement Speakers Dorothy Rchn, Valedictorian John Villing Sara Jane Sprenkle, Salutatorian Virginia Lee Crowthers Esther Johnson Margaret Longwell Katherine Kcllar Commencement The commencement program this year was based on a very interesting and appropriate theme, Vocational Opportunities in Science. We are justly proud of our honor students who presented this program so well. The class sang the song, God of our Fathers, by George W. Warren. The speakers were as follows : Science as a Career Professional Science Trade Science Industrial Science Scientific Farming Federal Civil Service Research in Science Sara Jane Sprenkle (Salutatorian) - Esther Johnson - John Villing - Kathryn Kellar - Virginia Lee Crowthers - - Margaret Longwell Dorothy Rehn (Valedictorian) Phrc Sixty-two JhsL IMaqwL Pony Express The Minstrel Show June Stewart Doris Gillman The Orchestra Son” Pataky, President The Mock Trial Class Night Class Night was opened by the address of our president, John Pataky. The rest of the evening was then devoted to the following program : Minstrel Show Interlocutor Lloyd White End Men—Tom Andrews. Howard Bolam. Russell Hughes, Donald Kelly. Robert Milleman, Fred Pashkoff, Gracia Allen, Mildred Birch, Gladys McCleary, Carolyn Olsen, Norabel Shakely, Donna Sutton. Pony Express—Ring Master, Alfred Heck. Pony—Merle Buffington, John Van- derlin. Rider, Robert Milleman. Trial Plaintiff Frank Gladis Lawyer Robert Kaufman Defendant George Davidson Lawyer Joe Stehle Judge Raymond Bartoli Jury Foreman Richard Kennedy Clerk Jean Campbell Witnesses — June Stewart, Betty Bowman, Charles Dillon, Doris Gillman, Laurence Paffrath, Betty West. Trumpet Solo Helen Perozak Musical Trio Ralph Creider, Georgianna Vogt, Grayce Creider Orchestra Betty Connell, Ralph Cooper, Walter Profota, Ralph Creider, Lloyd White, Ralph Stopp, Tom Shannon, Helen Perozak, Tom Andrews, Georgianna Vogt. Page Sixty-three JhsL yVlaqn t Baccalaureate The memory of the beauty and solemnity of our Baccalaureate Service will always remain with us. We are deeply grateful to the Rev. S. C. Gamble, pastor of the Second United Presbyterian Church, for his inspiring address. The class, under the direction of Mr. Dryden, sang Softly Now the Light of Day. Farewell Editor’s Note: Since plans were not entirely completed when this went to press, we have left spaces for the reader to fill in the names.) At the Farewell Exercises Friday morning, June 4th, John Patakv, on behalf of the class, presented the school with the picture, chosen as our memorial by our committee, headed by Betty Moore. The picture was accepted for the school by the B Senior president, Tom Tooke, and for the faculty by .......................................... The students who took part in special activities were honored and the following awards were presented to various members of the class : D. A. R. Award .................................................. V. F. W. Auxiliary Trophy ............................. Veterans of Foreign Wars Trophy .................................... Banquet The Senior Banquet, held at the Sterling Club, was proclaimed a success by all. After dinner, the class held a dance. A toast was given to the girls by Donald Kelly and a toast to the boys by Mary Louise Kennedy. Donna Sutton presided as our toast-mistress. The Banquet Committee consisted of : Dick Shaffer, chairman; Eugene Ball, Howard Bish, John Buol, Geraldine Ehm, Esther Johnson, Mary Louise Kennedy, Mary Louise O'Brien, Donna Sutton, Charles Vaughn. MUSIC COMMITTIEE PROH CO rm TTfCE MEM0R AL COMM ITTIEE banquet CLASS NIGHT IIN V7T AT ION mm COMMITTIEE OF COMM ITT I E S TICKET MAGNET DISTRIBUTORS HOP OPERETTA CAST FACULTY SNAPS PISH-TUSH BO PITH- SING POOH BAh ciosro ATHLETICS Page Sixty-right BASKETBALL Team Front Row: Eddie Novak, Gene Ball, Larry Palfrach, Capt. Son Pataky, Steve SHuber, Chuck Kurtz. Second Row: Coach Regis Heinzer, Robert McCafferty, Mgr.; Vernon Stetzer, Bob Denny, Frank Kucer, Arky Vaughn, Paul Green, Mgr.; Mr. Storey, Athletic Director. JhsL TYlaqn L Varsity Basketball Season Our basketball team went through a quite successful season with a grand total of 17 wins out of 22 starts. They scored single victories over Arnold. Zelienople, and Washington, but were defeated by the Alumni. Double victories were scored over Evans City, Beaver Falls, and Ellwood City. They split even in games with Ambridge, Aliquippa, New Castle, and New Brighton. The Golden Tornado was runnerup for the title of Section Three after having got off to a bad start. After the regular season was over, our lads went down to New Kensington and stepped out and won themselves a beautiful trophy by defeating Braddock, Apollo, Wilkinsburg and Turtle Creek, all in a row. Larry Paffrath, Gene Ball, Arky Vaughn, Stetzer, and Son'' Pataky, have played their last game for the Gold and White and next year the burden will rest on the shoulders of Eddie Novak. Steve Shuber, Chuck Kurtz, Bob Denny, Bill Volbers and Bert McMillan. We wish them the best of luck. Larry Paffrath led the scoring for the locals this year while Gene Ball and Arky Vaughn featured no little bit with their passing and floor work. A Senior Lettermen Son Pataky — our only four-letter man, comes up with flying colors with three basketball letters, three swimming, two football, and two track letters. ’Son” was basketball captain in 1936 - 37. He broke records in swimming at Pittsburgh; in football he was a consistent end; and in track, a top-notch weight man. Gene” Ball — a plucky fullback, was captain of the football team in 1936- 1937, where he earned three letters; in addition he won three letters in basketball and three in track. Charley” Dillon — Charley made good in swimming and football. He made three letters in swimming as a 100-free style and relay man. He made his ”B” in football as halfback. Hank” Gladis — a young giant, was awarded two football and two track letters. In football Hank was a star who never gave up, but fought till the last whistle. In track he was a top-notch weight man. Larry” Paffrath — Larry” earned four letters—two in football and two in basketball. He played end on the football team and forward in basket- ball. He was high scorer in the W. P. I. A. L. Basketball League, and also in the Allegheny-Kiski Tournament. '‘Frannie” Webster — won two basketball and two football letters. Frannie will be long remembered at Butler High for his wonderful career in basket- ball. He was captain of the team and leading scorer in the W. P. I. A. L. Section III League in 1935-1936. ( Continued on Page 73 ) Page Sixty-nine Boys’ Class Basketball Team First Row: W. Beneigh, B. Eberhardt. Second Row: J. Graham, R. Oswald, G. Loutzcnhciscr, W. Wasson, J. Wooke, M. Franko, A. Gorcncic. Third Row: Coach, Mr. Love; J. Scmanco, M. Winters, F. Klceb, R. McCafferty, G. McCall. A Senior Boys' Class Basketball Team Our A Senior Class Team faired well with Mr. Love as their coach, and led by their small but durable captain, Gerald McCall, at forward. His run- ning mate, another boy of much ability, was Bob Oswald. At center we had Billy Wasson, not a rangy boy, but a fighter. At the guards we had two good ball handlers: one, George Loutzenheiser, a good passer and dribbler: at the other guard, we had the sorrel top, Bill Beneigh, also a good passer and a quick thinker. Without the aid of the following substitutes the team could not have gone on. They are: John Semanco, Merle Winters, Fred Kleeb, Bob Mc- Cafferty, John Graham, John Wooke, Mitchell Franko, Andy Gorencie, and Brandon Eberhardt. The team finished second in the class league. Page Seventy JhsL TYlaqnoL First Row: D. Crawford, P. Perozak, T. Andrews, C. Dillon, Capt.; R. Filer, E. Hoyn, R. Murphy. Second Row: S. Garber, Mgr.; D. Salisbury, K. Keck, D. Quigley, P. Burtner, R. Ball. Swimming Team The varsity swimming team was one of the best again this year. They lost several close meets by narrow scores and they were very seldom completely out of the running. They lost the first meet to Clarion 39 - 36; beat Connels- ville 38 -37; were defeated by Duquesne 49-26; conquered the Clarion swimmers 38 -36; and finished their dual meets by losing to Turtle Creek 53 - 22. In the annual W. P. I. A. L. meet, they placed third, being nosed out by one point for second place. Page Seventy-one JhsL Wjoiqmt Front Row: S. Zgibor, H. Homa, J. Stover, B. Connell. Second Row: A. Popovich, M. Litzenburg, M. King, E. Weisenstcin, Capt.; M. Kennedy, J. Smith. Third Row: E. Hoffman, D. Tritch, G. Myndus, M. King, K. Kellar, M. Spinder. A Senior Girls' Class Basketball Team Eleanor Weisenstein was our captain and most dependable player; when we were behind she only fought the harder. Jane Smith, a forward, was a very good shot and the leading scorer; much credit goes to her. Anne Popovich is small but mighty; she is a good teamworker and played the other forward position. Our guards, Peg Litzenburg, Mary Louise Kennedy and Marguerite King, kept many enemy shots from going through, and they recovered the ball to give to the forwards, who made the scores. They deserve a lion’s portion of praise for the victories. We must not forget our substitutes who gave their efforts to relieve the regular team. The forwards are Suzan Zgibor, Betty Connell, Genevieve Myndus, Doris Tritsch. The sub guards are Esther Hoffman, Mary Spinder, Katherine Kellar, Helen Homa, Mary King, and Janet Stover. Page Seventy-two JhsL VyicupwL A Senior Lettermen ( Continued from Page 69 ) Tom’ Andrews —■ Tom” earned three letters by swimming the 220-yard free style and the free style relay. Tom” had the grit to stay with the 220-grind for three years and certainly deserved his letters. Jim” Bitters — claimed one football and one swimming letter. His punting was a mainstay of the football team. In swimming he was first back-stroke. Dut” Hughes — another young giant, won two letters in football. When ”Dut was in the mood, very few gained yardage through his position. Dick Shaffer — Dick” was a two-letter man in track. He specialized in the high hurdles and the high jump. John Vensel — made two letters in track by running the gruelling mile race. Worked hard for his letters and should be admired for his sticking qualities. Howdy” Bish —■ Howdy” made his varsity letter by playing guard on the football team. He developed rapidly and was a regular player during most of the season. Johnny” Graham — Johnny worked hard last fall, and he deserves the letter he earned in football. Gail Markwell — Gail made his B by swimming the breast stroke. He swam the 100-yard event and the medley relay. Dick McGuirk — Dick made his letter in swimming in the 100-yard back- stroke and diving events. Dick” Murrin — a small but mighty lad. won his letter in football. Dick” was one who took defeats as well as victories with a smile. Dave Rhoades — Dave earned his letter in track by running on the half-mile relay team. Martin Telenson — Marty earned his B” by playing tackle in football. He was a smart player and certainly deserved his letter. Chuck” Vaughn — Arky” was a guard and utility man on the basketball team this year. His fighting qualities made him many friends. Saul Garber — made his letter by managing the swimming team. Bob' McCafferty — earned his letter by managing the basketball team in the past season. Chuck” Weisenstein — made his B” by managing the football team. Page Seventy-three FUN Most Popular best looking Most Dignified Most Athletic Most Bashful most Talkative Most I Vitty JhfL VYlaqnsiL History Lesson Editor’s Note: We have always wanted to show how we think high school classes ought to he taught. Noil, after four long years, we have our chance. Question : Name your most outstanding memory from your school career. Answers Raymond Bartoli : 'When Harry Bauer fainted in chapel and was hanging over the railing while we were singing a hymn. 1 was standing beside him, scared to death.” Michael Bilowich : “Standing every day in Mr. McDowell's ‘standing army .” Anna Bell Bish : My first experience at being a member of Mr. McDowell's standing army’,” Howard Bolam : The last day of school each year. Betty Bowman : The time I choked when our division was having the prepared meal in Miss Seibert’s cooking class. Dale Cook : When I was in room 1, the teacher sent me up to room 10 to ask my sister how to spell there. John Daum : When Murrin and I saved Shira from drowning.” Jane Dambaugh : The first day I went to school. I thought I was to go home during playground recreation. Charles Dillon : When I saved Shira from drowning.” Gerald Downing : My first fight.” William Dutter : When Eberhardt and I saved Shira from drowning.” Brandon Eberhardt : When Bob Milleman and I saved Bill Shira from drowning. Robert Edgar : My first Power dive.” Gilbert Eisenhuth : Mr. McDowell's 'standing army' in 110. Gertrude Filges : “The awful time I had finding my room in Senior High the first day of the first semester. Edwin Fontaine : Giving a girl a bloody nose in third grade. Pauline Frederick : The day I recited in Mr. Comin's history class without being called on.” Helen Furka : Grade school operetta. The Three Bears. Thelma Gallaher : When I was in McQuistion School and told the teacher I had 13 ribs.” Frank Gladis : Doing daily dozen every day in Mr. McDowell's standing army’. Andrew Gorencie : Joining Mr. McDowell’s ‘standing army . John Graham : When Daum and I saved Shira from drowning. Mary Ellen Hagan : When 'Dut' Hughes borrowed my Latin paper and 1 had to go over to his home-room to get it. I got a bawling out in front of the whole class.” Page Seventy-seven JhsL Wxiqn L William Hilliard : “Standing with a girl with my face to blackboard in second grade. Richard Kennedy : Walking home with a girl when I was in first grade. Beatrice Main : When in first grade, my teacher asked me my nationality, and I said, 'I am a Methodist’. Gladys McCleary : When the Sextette sang over the radio. Richard McGuirk : Diving in the State Championship (1935). Robert Milleman: When Dick Murrin and I saved Bill Shira from drowning. Richard Murrin: When Bob Milleman and I saved Bill Shira from drowning.' Elmer Natili : Mr. McDowell’s ‘standing army’ in history.” Carolyn Olson : A group of pupils and I gave Dickens’ A Christmas Carol in McKean St. School.” Lawrence Paffrath : Beating New Castle in 1936- 1937 in Basketball. John Pataky : Beating New Castle in 1936-1937. Helen Plaisted : Mr. McDowell’s ‘standing army’. John Rabbitt : Traveling on the B. O. with two good-looking girls—and was that fun !” David Rhoades : “Beating New Castle in track in 1936.” Mary Grace Ritts : Singing Little Boy Blue at Junior High Commencement. Norma Ross : Writing notes as an A Freshman. (Editor's Note : Even then, Norma was literary !) Edna Sankey : The time I fell asleep and fell out of my seat in McKean St. School.” John Semanco : Ran home from school on the second day of recess. Richard Shaffer : When I saved Shira from drowning.” Donald Shanor : Falling for the girls and breaking my collar bone. William Shira : When Bob Milleman and Dick Murrin saved me from drowning. ( Editor's Note : At last we have arrived at the truth ! This statement is correct ). Jane Smith : “Getting called to office for some unknown reason.” Gloria Staples : When going to first grade, the teacher put me in a seat that was too large, and my feet didn't touch the floor. I cried every day until she put me in a different one.” Martin Telenson : Exhuberant spirit as a freshman in Senior High; tragic and exhausted condition as a senior. John Vensel : The semester I had four study periods to sleep in.” Evelyn Vogel : My most embarrassing moment when I took my coat off at school and still had my apron on.” Georgianna Vogt : “The time I fainted while studying my health lesson.” Helen Waltz : Writing 600 sentences for Mr. Heinzer (Quiet and order must prevail in C. E.).” Charles Weisenstein : While singing a duet one day in Broad Street School, the teacher said, You won’t need to sing the second verse’.” Earlene Welch : Playing the part of a French doll in a play. Lloyd White : When Mrs. Heck had Carolyn Olson show me how to do arithmetic problems. Page Seventy-eight JhsL Tlflaqn L Vergil Class (Wring one of those famous pomes' on Dido.) CUPID'S SOLILOQUY Norma Ross Ha ha ha, ho ho ho ! Have I got Dido on the go ! It surely is fun to see her fall, Wounded by my darts while dining in her hall. The stranger seems like a god so fair; But when men seem gods, it’s time to beware. Look ! More mischief can be done — I’ll make these two seem bound as one; I'll make them love with consuming fire, And then I’ll rouse our great Jove's ire. I’ll put them asunder, wounded worse Than either can imagine, and she will curse That soft-spoken hero with the lying heart — O my, what fun with one little dart ! Look at the queen, how she fell at once ! She gazed at him like a stricken dunce, Love burned high in her dart-pierced heart; He loves her, too, I’ll bet Venus' cart, Aye and throw in her dove team, too, For he looks to me like one about to woo. Ha ha ha, ho ho ho ! Look at me, Aeneas, an invincible foe. My, what's this bustle? Where do they run? The men all hustle To sail with the sun. Near yon high pyre Stands the beautiful queen. High leaps the fire. What a stately mien ! Ho, what's she doing? By Zeus, look you there ! She climbs on the pyre — O, Dido, beware ! What’s that she's holding? Great gods, it's a blade ! This my dart accomplished — Thus am I paid ! Fie on thee, Cupid ! A noble heart has bled, Curses to Cupid — Dido is dead. Page Seventy-nine JhsL VYlaqvviL Math. Test I. If John Vanderlin made 5 wisecracks in English class the first day, how many would he make after one interview with Miss Reed? II. If Larry Paffrath made less than 30 points in any basketball game, how many exclamation points would the sports writers use? III. If you heard that Dale Cook made less than 6 pessimistic remarks in one day, how much would you have to substract from the veracity of the person who told you? IV. If Jean Campbell has all those boy-friends in one year, how many has she had in the four years in her high school career? (This is a tough one. Not even an A Senior can count that far). V. If Alex Shott got mixed up 3 times in 1 day in the Civics trial, how many points would that count for our side? VI. If Miss Bartley gave us 20 lines of memory work every other night, how far would the A Seniors have to walk in a semester to “memorize it as you walk home, beating out the rhythm with your feet?” VII. If Mary King takes 10 people to the basketball game in her car, how many will she bring home and how much extra gas will it take? VIII. If Betty West quit talking for 5 minutes, for how many minutes afterwards would she have to talk twice as much in order to make up for it? IX. If Bob Kelly pays 15 cents more than he is supposed to for a Vergil party, with how many hot dogs should the class thank him? X. If Dorothy Rehn got one daily mark below 90, how far would the zeroes of all the rest of us go if laid end to end between the high school and our parental roof tree? (Oh, dear!) XI. If John Daum walked into his home room at 8:35 instead of the usual 8:49-55 60, how many extra minutes of sleep must he have had to generate that much speed? XII. If Bob Leith (ex.) had only 2 dates in 1 week with Mary Ellen Hagan, how many dates would Dot Miller have with Dino? XIII. If Bob Oswald had already blown up 2 sets of chemistry apparatus, how many degrees would Mr. Atwell’s temperature rise if he blew up a third set? XIV. If Miss Critchlow didn’t reprimand her classes for a week, would “Dut” Hughes stand for it? XV. If John Villing returned 2 classics to his English teacher on time, how long would it take him to return all the other classics in A Senior English? Lament of a School Desk in 316 Anne Popovich No one has pity on an old, worn-out friend : First thing every morning you lift my head so violently That all my bones creak; Next you jam a heavy history book down my throat, Almost choking me. A passing student hits into me and Just about knocks me off my feet. A pen is pushed into my only good eye. Oh, won’t you please treat me a little better? Page Eighty JhsL TVlciqn L Vocational Guidance Group (Extra Curricular Activity) Gather ’round ! Gather 'round ! Here’s a chance for every ambitious graduate to make his way in the world. Do not say that you live in a day of no opportunities. Edison may be dead, but the world is just awaiting his successor. Here's your big chance ! Big dividends await the inventors of : A high school pencil that won’t break in the middle of a test. A combination desk and easy chair for tired students. A silent alarm to tell loquacious study students when the principal is going to walk in. An effortless method of taking extensive notes in English classes. A noiseless method of communicating with friends in study periods without taking chances by writing notes. A machine which will do a student’s written work without any effort on the part of the student. A way for both sides to win in a Civics trial. Chewing gum which need not be chewed and has the full flavor without any give-away odor. For the members of our group we have recommended the following : Dorothy Garwig Robert Mason A husband, The authorship Wondrous rich and good. Of ninety books. Frank Blisak A gun, a dog And bachelorhood. Frances Kerwin A nurse’s cap Atop her curls. Adelaide Zeefe Satins, silks, And priceless pearls. Esther Johnson A schoolma’am’s desk And dignity. Donald Kelly A bright Political career. Joe Stehle The moneys Of a financier. John Pataky A term or two As president. Ralph Stopp The care-free life Of an idle gent. Evelvn Bigley To be a wife who cooks Like mother cooks. Lloyd White World-wide fame As a movie star. William Havlin To be admitted To the bar. Michael Tarcha A scholarly Professor’s chair. Carolyn Olson A handsome duke Or millionaire. Robert Kaufman To be the wonder Of the stage. Donna Sutton In music circles All the rage. Fred Pashkoff To try his best To sell a boot. Billie Wasson In Whiteman’s Band To toot-toot-toot. Jane Smith To write the song Hits of her age. Page Eighty-one JhsL Vl laqmL Report Card (For the Class of June, 1937.) Brains : Scattered Good Looks : Girls : Excellent Boys : Barely passing Times Absent : As many times as they didn’t have their work done. Times Tardy : As long as the excuses lasted. Mathematics : Excellent when copied. Deportment : Excellent when Virginia Lee Crowthers was absent. Penmanship : See Virgil board for latest verdict. Reading : Slow with Henry Esmond.” Chemistry : Simple for pretty girls in Mr. Atwell’s classes. Sewing : Puckered. Cooking : Delicious once in a blue moon. Class History : Censored. Latin : A stable subject. Civics : Hardly civil during trials. French : All Greek to most of us. Adjectives Prettiest Eleanor Farner Weepiest Jane Smith Wittiest June Stewart Best Giggler Helen Antico Brightest Dorothy Rehn Best Wriggler Alex Shott Politest Robert McCafferty Slickest Jack Heywood Worst Mumbler John Villing Quickest Thalia Graham Worst Grumbler Joseph Stanko Sunniest Betty Bush Shyest Richard Buffington Funniest Russell Hughes Spryest Dolores Beck Wildest Andy Varhola Luckiest Marian Potts Mildest Doris Gillman Pluckiest Margaret Gillis Worst Doller Fred Pashkoff Sweetest Lucille McCandless Worst Scholar Esther Johnson Neatest Howard Bish Happiest Janet Stover Portliest Bob Kelly Scrappiest Lawrence Flatt Courtliest Earlene Welch Most Stylish Adelaide Zeefe Sleepiest John Vensel Most Smilish Robert Thompson O Teacher! My Teacher! Eleanor Farner ( With apologies to Whitman ) O Teacher ! My Teacher ! our high school course is done; We each have passed the dreaded tests, the prize we sought is won, The end is near, the shouts I hear, the seniors all hurrahing; With twink'ling eyes they seem to say, ’’Into the world we’re vent’ring, Exalt, O Class, and raise your cheers ! As we, with eager tread, Now take our places in the world, And try to forge ahead. Page Eighty-two JPul Tl laqnsiL Personalities Would you be interested to know that........ Walter Profata is practicing up on that bass viol so that some day he can charm the bear and deer as a forest ranger. Gerald McCall is so shy because he has never got over the shock of sitting down beside the wrong girl in the theatre. John Szostak's favorite hobby is racing pigeons. Dick Murrin’s favorite indoor sport is sleeping. Clarence Leppert likes nothing better after a hard day’s work than to sit down quietly and listen to classical music over the radio. John Cihonski’s most favorite dream is the longest, most streamlined, classiest, most cream-colored car on the market. Bill Beneigh, Robert Harwick, and Irvine Yohe spend all their spare time building model airplanes. Pauline Trautman hopes someday, somewhere, somehow to win some kind of contest. Arthur Kestner likes to imagine people as characters in books. Evelyn Vogel lores to wash dishes; so does Dorothy Mae Yatician. Margaret Gillis specializes on ways to manage the family. Thelma Gallaher collects recipes. Frank Gladis keeps a scrap book. Bob Mason is the original Mr. Fixit. Betty O'Brien's most outstanding memory is her first and last smoke. Elizabeth Brady’s pet aversion is trying to buy a dress. Gordon Brown loves nothing better than to ride all over Butler County on his horse. William Eates gets a thrill out of quaint old history books. Audrey Walters would like to travel to the South Seas. We would all like to have hair like Barbara Smith. Gilbert Eisenhuth and Leighton Fennell could sit up all night monkeying with” the radio. Gail Markwell specializes in music (jazz). Charlotte Hoffman plays oftenest on the piano Beethoven’s Unfinished Symphony. Dorothy Jahn’s greatest enthusiasm — her young brother Henry. Mary Elizabeth Cranmer's hobby is hooked rugs. Page Eighty-three JhsL Tyiaqmt Eva Pantuk is much interested in house-keeping (also in Slippery Rock). Ray Sarver’s pride and joy is his old coin collection. Paul Sheptak specializes in taking the family radio apart. Don Shanor, too, loves to watch the wheels go round. Margaret Knotick and Gertrude Osche love to get up at six-thirty in the morning. Lawrence Flatt spends much spare time in winter feeding wild birds and game. Dut” Hughes saves match booklets. Bob Kelly’s greatest aversion is teachers who won't let pupils ask questions in study periods. Walter Lynch has been known to get sleepy while driving. David Rhoades keeps a Treasure Chest. John Villing’s specialty is petroleum chemistry. Marian Weisenstein delights in her flower garden. Eleanor Weisenstein is an enthusiastic amateur photographer. Carolyn Olson loves art. Lucille McCandless takes great pride in her stamp collection; so does Mary Louise O’Brien. Ross Gaetano wants to be a football coach. Bill Hilliard’s pride and joy is his beagle hounds. Mitchell Franko was the 1934 marble champion of Butler County. Bill Havlin always forgets to mail letters. Winifred Watson's most painful moment is when she just can’t keep from yawning in church. June Stewart will never forget the time she caught that 22-inch pike; Georgia Walters catches minnows, but loves it anyhow. Madeline Venchiarutti is interested in lawyers. Betty Snyder loves to dust. Betty Moore's hobby is riding a bicycle. Rita McGrady loves to help paper the house. Elizabeth McDowell wants to be an aviatrix. Bob Edgar has already tried out his wings. Gladys McCleary gets stage fright. Why she should, we certainl can’t see. Ann Popovich has the best hobby of all—saving Magnets. Page Eighty-four JhfL VYlaqn L English Blues Dramatis Personae Lucy Manette Gladys McCleary Ariel Jim Bitter Charles Darnay Hamlet John Villing Harvey McCandless Ben Jonson Bob Kaufman Jerry Cruncher Gene Ball 11 Penseroso Michael Tarcha Mr. Lorry Don Kelly L’Allegro Charles Dillon Sidney Carton Joe Stehle Burns Bob Milleman Eppie Jean Campbell Cowper Bill Havlin Sir Galahad Howard Bish Chingachgook Dick McGuirk Sir Lancelot Ralph Cooper Uncas George Davidson King Arthur Son” Pataky Ophelia Betty West Guinevere Norabel Shakely Miranda Janice Campbell Puck Larry Paffrath Jean Armour Betty Bowman Touchstone Dut” Hughes I don't know quite where I was, but King Arthur, attired in his gorgeous robes of red and gold, was seated on his throne placidly surveying a very unusual company gathered in honor of Prince Hamlet, the melancholy Dane. The party was moving at a sedate pace. Suddenly gentle little Eppie, the pride and joy of Silas Marner, daintily tripped over the pattern in the rug into the astonished lap of Mr. Lorry of Tellson's Bank, London. Sidney Carton and Sir Galahad immediately disagreed as to which of the gallant gentlemen was to rescue the hapless maiden. To settle the predicament Jerry Cruncher, con- sidering it part of his honest trade,” went to the aid of his unfortunate employer. King Arthur suddenly espying Lady Guinevere and Sir Lancelot enjoying a tete-a’-tete in a corner, sent Ariel to beg her majesty that she remember that, after all, she was Queen and how people might talk!” Feeling in need of a bit of cheer, the King then dispatched Ariel, his winged messenger, to bid Puck and Touchstone prepare their evening’s entertainment and tell the company to assemble in the Great Hall. With great glee, the mischievous nymph flitted away to carry out his orders. Characteristically, the amorous Burns had difficulty in deciding with whom to sit, whether Miranda or Ophelia. However, seeing Sidney Carton approach- ing the fair Miranda and the guest of honor escorting his Ophelia, the rustic poet made up his mind to take Jean Armour. After all, taking one’s wife was permissible, but hardly being done ! Lucy and Charles Darney, still in wedded bliss, were diligently persuading timorous Mr. Cowper that he could see much better from the audience's benches than from behind King Arthur’s suit of tournament armor. Finally, after much confusion, the guests were seated and enjoying the amusing antics of Shakespeare’s play-boys. The only detail that was overlooked in the society column of the Tatler the next day was the interruption caused by II Penseroso and L’Allegro. It seemed that there was some disagreement as to what was the best way to spend an hour or two in the evening. They had just about come to a favorable agreement when Ben Jonson, overhearing the heated discussion, told them they were both wrong. Jerry Cruncher again considered it part of his honest trade” to separate the gentlemen and save Mr. Lorry from the wrath of the angry Ben. To end the Page Highly-fac JhsL Wjxqn L evening with a touch of the quaint and different, Puck had arranged a war- dance to be presented by Chingachgook and Uncas. The tom-toms were beating and the war-cries were terrifying the dainty maids when Lo ! the A Senior, having studied that night For the English exam, awoke from fright; Could he have dreamed all that crude play And mixed all the characters 'round that way? Was he so bewildered by Burns and Uncas? Did Ben Jonson always raise such a rumpus? It would all go to prove that it did not pay To cram a year's work in part of a day. But to study and learn along with the rest And show the teacher you’re one of the best. Slightly Mixed Mary Louise O Bcien !The curfew tolls the knell of parting day. When I consider how my light is spent. And that which should accompany old age I must not look to have. Ay, there’s the rub ! To be, or not to be, - must give us pause. Life's but a walking shadow, signifying nothing. My way of life is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf; To die; - to sleep; - 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. Front Seat in School Carolyn Olson Why is it every teacher, That I study fer in skule, Right up in front of her big desk, She puts me—ain't fate cruel! It can’t be ’cause I’m handsome; (I know that ain't the truth) It can’t be ’cause I'm well-behaved— I’d rather pull a tooth ! I just ain’t able to figger it out. An’ the teacher I’m scared to “ast”— Oh no'm! ’Twasn’t me tripped that boy; He fell as he went past—” O, me, sich a worry ! Page Eighty-six JhjL VrhtqmL Last Will and Testament We, the June Class of '37, do jointly and separately bequeath the following earthly possessions........ The A Senior Class leaves the school with much noise and little regret. (Maybe we ll think differently on June 4.) Fred Pashkoff leaves his checked suit to Art Geibel. Dolores Beck cheerfully bequeaths her freckles to Jane Henderson. Dorothy Rehn gives her brains to Betty Linamen (as if she doesn’t have enough already.) Hank Gladis leaves his physique to Ross Gaetano. Gracia Allen leaves her gift of gab to Patricia Wilson. Eleanor Weisenstein bequeaths her basketball prowess to Mary Hulton. Matilda Bossard gratefully dispenses of her bashfulness to Helen Jamison. The Senior Virgil Class struts a challenge to any class which can rival the acting ability contained therein. Gladys McCleary won’t leave Harvey to any one; at least she would like to take him with her. Genevieve Bauer leaves her height to Mary Jane Cook. Son Pataky leaves his athletic ability to be divided among the members of the B Senior Class. (Bov, do they need it !). Joan Craig becomes the proud possessor of Marguerite Tussy’s sweet innocent ways. Ruth Cooke leaves her forensic ability to Miss Montgomery’s B Seniors. The Senior Class leaves the home room teachers feeling much better for having had them. Tom Andrews leaves his swimming ability to Don Quigley. Janet Stover bequeaths her art to Victoria Brown. Bill Shira leaves his nimble feet to Bob Flowers. George Davidson gives his red hair to Bob Denny. Jimmy Bitter leaves nothing of importance to anybody in general. Georgianna Vogt bequeaths her fiddle to Nick Russin. Bettie West leaves her popularity to Jean Eaton. (Not that she needs it!) Charles Dillon leaves his lovely golden curls and his favorite role of Aeneas to to anybody who can handle it. Thalia Graham gives her cards to every one in school. Mary Louise Kennedy bequeaths her wise-cracks to some other far-fetched person. Mary Lester leaves her looks to Mary Jane Dougherty. Louise Stewart receives Margaret Longwell’s 100’s in Chemistry. Bob Milleman leaves all the girls in high school sorrowful at his departure. The Senior Class leaves chapel very orderly. Sara Jane Sprenkle leaves her poise to Mary Villing. Wilbur Weller bequeaths his ability in the literary field to John Lane. Francis Webster partials out his pleasantness to Art Black and Paul Eisler. Bill Wasson leaves his curly hair to Eddie Novak. We the authors leave this Will and Testament without further ado. Page Eighty-seven JhsL 71 laqmL Civics Trial - June 2, 1937 The Judge, Ray Bartoli, enters and surveys the court-room through horn- rimmed glasses. Clerk of Courts, Jean Campbell, calls for order and reads: “This Court will now hear the strange case of Franklin Gladis vs. George Davidson on the charges of assault and battery.’’ She then swears in the jury (on a Montgomery Ward catalogue) and continues: “We will now proceed with the address of the lawyer for the prosecution.” Bob Kaufman gets up and makes opening speech; fudge falls asleep. Kaufman then calls Paffrath to the stand.) Kaufman: “What is your name?” Paffrath: “Lawrence PafFrath of the Pottsville Paffraths.” Kaufman: “What—not the old fashioned Potts’s of Boston !” Paffrath: “Yes, I’m related on the Bean side of the stalk.” Kaufman: “Soy, is Jack Potts your uncle?” Paffrath: “Sure.” (Stehle objects. Judge overrules with wave of his hand.) Stehle (getting excited): “Why I knew Jack Potts when I was Sheriff of the Hootstown Lockup. We used to play cards on the nights he was there. Kaufman: “I used to go fishing with him. I remember one afternoon he fell into the crick. Yes, and that same night he was in the lockup soaked to the gills.” Stehle (loudly): I object. I object!” Judge (coming to): “Um-mm-mph !” (sputters) “Er—ah—Proceed with the proceedings.” Kaufman (Regains self—turns savagely on Paffrath): “Oh, so you won’t talk, eh !” Paffrath (dreamily): “Yes, Jack was a good fellow.” Kaufman (mad): “Answer the questions. Will you answer the questions! Paffrath (coming to, flustered): I didn’t do it. You can’t pin it on me. (Points around court-room, finally stopping at Kennedy) “He—He did it.” Kaufman (savagely approaches Kennedy): “Oh, so you won’t talk, eh ! Kennedy (simply): “I don't know nothing.” Kaufman (apologetically): “Oh, I beg your pardon.” (Returns to Paffrath) “Where were you on April 1st? Paffrath: “With my friend, Mr. Gladis.” Kaufman: “What happened?” Paffrath: “Well, we met Mr. Davidson walking with Frank's girl friend, Betty. Frank just said a few words to Davidson; then the next thing I remember I was shoving pieces of Frank into the ambulance.” (Kaufman retires. Stehle cross examines.) Stehle: Just what did Mr. Gladis say to Mr. Davidson?” Paffrath: “Nothing of importance.” Stehle (insistant): “What were Mr. Gladis’ exact words? Paffrath: “I don't remember.” Stehle: “Don’t you remember anything?” Paffrath: I remember what he told me to say.” (Points at Kaufman) (Stehle retires. Kaufman calls Betty West.) Kaufman: “Do you know Mr. Gladis?” West: “Un-huh !” Kaufman: “Intimately?” 1’iige Eighty-eight JJul TYlaqmiL West: Un-huh ! Kaufman: Were you with Mr. Davidson on April 2nd?’ West: Un-huh !” Kaufman: Can't you say anything besides Un-huh’!” West: Un-huh !” Kaufman: Well, was Mr. Davidson with you or not? West: I dunno. Kaufman: Whose fault was it?” West: I dunno.” Kaufman: Did Mr. Gladis strike Mr. Davidson? West: I dunno.” Kaufman: What do you mean I dunno’?” West: ”1 dunno.” (Kaufman retires mad. West powders her nose. Stehle comes forward quickly.) Stehle: What is your name?” West: Betty West. Stehle: Were you with Mr. Davidson on April 3rd? West: Yes, I was.” Stehle: “Do you go out with him very much? West: No, I don’t go out with him anymore.” Stehle (happily): Then you’re not going out tonight? West: No. At least not yet. Stehle: What is your phone number? (Stehle takes out pencil and pad as do all other male members of jury. Judge, attorneys, and witnesses.) West: It’s 20-200.” Stehle: Thank you. (Helps her descend from stand.) (Judge noisily gets a drink and chokes.) (Stehle makes opening speech. Calls Dillon to stand.) Stehle: Where were you on April 4th?” Dillon: With Mr. Gladis. Stehle: Did you meet any one?” Dillon: Yes.” Stehle: Whom? Dillon: Mr. Davidson walking with Frank’s girl friend, Betty. Stehle: What happened? Dillon: Well, Frank called Mr. Davidson a superflationarystrepticoccibus, so Mr. Davidson hit him.” Stehle: Was Mr. Davidson in the right when he struck Mr. Gladis? Dillon: “Yes and no. Stehle: What do you mean—yes and no’?” Dillon: Well, he was right, but it was a left.” (Stehle retires. Kaufman cross-examines.) Kaufman: “Where were you on April 4th? Dillon: ”1 just told him.” (Points to Stehle.) Kaufman: Whom were you with?” Dillon: Hank’.” Kaufman: Who’s Hank’?” Dillon: My friend. Kaufman: No, I mean what is his name? Page Eighty-nine JhsL VYlaqwL Dillon: “ Hank’. Kaufman: Did Mr. Davidson say anything to Hank’? Dillon: He just said he would hit Hank' if he called him anything.” Kaufman: What happened?” Dillon: ' ‘Hank’ called Davidson a superflationarystrepticoccibus...The Doctor said Hank’ would be as sound as an inflated dollar by the 4th of July. Kaufman: “Did Mr. Davidson hit Mr. Gladis very hard?” Dillon: He hit him just once and Mr. Gladis went on a sit-down strike that wasn’t for higher wages.” (Kaufman retires. Stehle calls Betty Bowman to the stand.) Stehle: Where were you on April 6th?” Betty B.: With Mr. Davidson. Stehle: Did you meet anyone?” Betty B.: Yes. Stehle: Whom?” Betty B.: Mr. Gladis and a friend.” Stehle: What happened?” Kaufman: I object. What happened is irrelevant and immaterial.” Judge: Over-ruled!” Betty B.: Well, Mr. Gladis said something, and Mr. Davidson hit him a few times.” Stehle: Did you attempt to stop Mr. Davidson? Betty B.: No, but Mr. Gladis did.” ( Witness dismissed and Stehle retires.) (Doris Gillman called to the stand, but is speechless with terror and can't even talk.) (Another witness is summoned to the stand.) Stehle: What’s your name.” Witness: Stewart—June Stewart.” Stehle: You saw the fight, did you?” June: Why, of course I saw the fight. Do you think I’d be here if I hadn’t seen the fight?” Judge: Will the witness please answer questions, not ask them !” Stehle: Did Hank’ hit George, or did George hit Hank'?” June: Why Hank’, the big brute, hit poor defenseless little George. I know 'cause I was in my car. I had just come from — — — — 's store. I always buy there. They give you the best service in town. Why, would you believe it, on Dollar Day — —■” Stehle: Madam, I’m not interested in Dollar Day — —■” June: You needn’t be so snippy ! If I hadn't come to town for Dollar Day, I wouldn't have been there, and then I wouldn’t have been here — — ” Stehle (wearily): Yes, yes. Did George fall down when Frank hit him?” June: Yes. The impact fairly made my car vibrate, and my car is a good car, I'd have you know—only four months old, and I haven't had it to the shop yet, and I get 22 miles per ■—■ ■—” Stehle (thundering): I don’t care how many miles you get per gallon. Can you tell us exactly what happened at the fight?” June: Why of course ! If you hadn’t interrupted me ! The whole affair made me feel so blue—you see my car is blue, and my new Easter outfit Page Ninety JhsL TRaqnsiL was blue—you couldn’t find a better match anywhere. I hunted all over Butler and Pittsburgh-----” Stehle: I don't care what color your outfit is --” June: It’s perfectly charming. I was going to wear it today, but you see I wore it out in the rain last week, and it shrank, and now I can’t get it on—” Stehle (to the Juri ) : I give up. Who could do anything with this woman?” (Joe sits down in despair.) (Attorney Kaufman takes his turn.) Kaufman: What’s your name?” June: Why, I just told that other fellow. Why weren't you listening?” Kaufman (firmly and politely): Will you please tell the jury what you saw? June: Why, of course—I’ll be glad to tell them. Well, you see, it was this way. I was sitting there in my car, and along came George and hit poor defenseless little Hank’—poor Hank’! I felt so sorry for him ! He looked just like my poor little dog after he had been hit by the Saxonburg fire truck. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes. He was the cutest little thing— my dog, I mean —■ — ” Kaufman: You say Mr. Davidson hit Mr. Gladis? Do you remember what time it was when this catastrophe occurred?” June: Why, certainly. You see I had just taken my watch out—the police- man had just said to some pedestrians as I came round the corner, ‘Watch out! Here comes one of those crazy drivers —Is that clear?” Kaufman (sarcastically): Oh, yes, Madam. I am sure you have made some things perfectly clear to the jury. That will do, Madam.” (June resumes seat.) (Attorneys sum up case, and Judge rises to address Jury.) Judge Bartoli: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, let me have your divided attention for the next few hours, so that I may instruct you according to law how to consider this case in order to secure injustice. You have heard the lies on one side, and more lies on the other: and if you think the truth lies between these lies, use your imaginary brains and bring back a verdict within the next few days in favor of the poor innocent plaintiff.” (With these improper instructions in their minds (?) the Jury goes out and returns at the same time after an intervening period of two days, and the Judge prepares to hear the verdict reached by them. Jury stands.) Judge: Have you come to a decision? Jury: We have, your honor.” Judge: Let us hear the verdict.” Dick Kennedy (foreman): Your honor, we, the jury, find the defendant guilty of man'slaughter. We recommend leniency, since his lawyers bribed the jury, and because the defendant was not wearing a tie !” judge: The defendant will now step up to receive sentence. The defendant has been found guilty of man’s-laughter’, and is hereby sentenced to the minimum penalty of being caged up with the monkeys in the Butler County Zoo for one year; but due to the embarrassment it would cause the mon- keys, the sentence is revoked and instead, the defendant is charged to buy ice cream cones every day for a week for the entire class of June, 1937, or forfeit all his credits and start school in the freshman grade. The defendant may have his choice. Case dismissed.” (Editor’s Note: We regret that, when our Magnet went to press, the Class Night program was not complete, so that only part of the trial could be included; but we hope that this will bring back to you in the future pleasant memories of Class Night.) Page Ninety-one JhjL WjxqnoL The Curtain Comes Down on the Third Period Arthur Kestner It was a clear moonlight night, with the snow glittering on the road and house tops like a million little diamonds as I walked down the street with the snow crunching under my heel to the little theatre off Dublin Square. This was the night I had long and patiently waited for, when I could hold the audience in their seats, spellbound by my golden baritone voice. I could picture them applauding and shouting for more singing, and carrying me about on their shoulders. All I had longed for was a chance, and at last it had come. I reached the stage entrance and walked lightly up the steps, feeling like a king that has just become ruler over the whole universe. After breathless minutes of waiting, it was my turn to go on. Quickly adjusting my tie and throwing back my shoulders, I walked out on to the stage with a smile— What was that ringing? Oh, the bell at the end of the third period. Gosh, if it only had waited two more minutes I might have become a great singer. Now I have to go on through life wondering if I would have become great or failed at life's greatest moment. A Psalm of Rest (at 8 A. M.) (With Apologies to Longfellow) Thalia Anne Graham Wake me not from restful slumbers, Life is but an empty dream !” Specially getting near to summer, When it rains a steady stream. Sleep is real ! Sleep is earnest! And going to school is not my goal; Rest thou must, and to rest returnest, Was ever spoken by my soul. Not graduation, and not fame. Is my destined end or way; But to hope they will refrain From dragging me from bed each day. But I must be up and doing; My mind must be with knowledge fed; Teacher tugging, still pursuing — And desks don’t make a comfy bed ! I'age Ninety-two JJul 71 laqnstL MAG and NET Greetings, Amica : Sorry we couldn’t be with you last month but we're going to make up for it this time. Just look what we have here: In June a young man’s fancy.” etc., etc.—or so it seems with some. We ask you, do you ever see, any more, Cora Edith Kennedy without Lawrence Raisley, or Arline Shakely without Bob Milleman. or Margaret Brennan without Dick Murrin ? ? ? We don't .... It just shows to go you what a little bit of luv will do ... . And Billy Wasson says this time o’ year he would just love to live in a little town like Saxonburg (Paul Green will take Bakerstown anytime) .... We were very sorry to hear that some of the A Seniors are mad (honestly to goodnessly mad) ’cause they have never yet had their name in Mag Net. Who do you think you are; we never had ours in — imagine — well, for these mad people : — Eleanor War- nick wants her name beside either Gene Ball’s or Jim Campbell’s — it doesn’t matter a whole lot which .... Clair Nebel is another — we wonder why he has been keeping his hair so perfectly groomed 111.... Cecil Cupps and Fred Kleeb, say theirs were never in, either. You'd better knock on wood, boys . . . . Say, is Mary Hulton really trying to scare people when she says Boo,” or is it a gag ???.... During the study of Andrea Del Sarto in English. Miss Bartley asked why Andrea liked Lucrezia? Howard Bish replied, She had perfect eyes and a more than perfect mouth.” (We wonder just whom you were thinking about.) .... Can It Be True that Joan Craig likes a tan Ford and Petey” Staples a green Packard .... or that Bob Mason makes so, oh, so many girls say, Be Still My Heart??? (George Loutzenheiser, too) . . . . LOST ! LOST ! One pair of 12’s with Guy Sutton in one and A. K. Johnson in the other .... Xtra ! Xtra ! A new version of a song is now obtainable from Peg Crawford entitled, I Can’t Lose That Longing for Johnnie. It will be a particularly good theme song for Mary Lester, Doris Forcht, and Velma Eichorn (ex.) too .... Somebody said Heck and Shaffer were visiting the Valley Town again .... Dick Black (ex.) says Betty West is an economy: he doesn’t have to drive to Mars any more .... Gladys and Harvey are in the market for A Cottage By the Moon — anyone got one for Rent or Sell? .... and the One In A Million ice champ in our midst seems to be none other than Sonja Bodner; at least her name sounds like it ... . Orchestra leaders please take note: Why wasn’t Earlene Welch in that show at the game? We hear she is known to be able to warble a mean tonsil .... FOUND ! FOUND ! Guy Sutton and A. K. Johnson and the pair of 12’s . . . . Dick Donaldson and several others (including you) thought you knew who we were: you do now, but you certainly were fooled, weren't you 111 Admit it ... . Say, did you ever see two people agree more completely than Mary Ellen Hagan and Bob Leith (ex.) or Sally Sprenkle and Jack Eyth (ex.) Ill We did — them . . . . Janice’s favorite little ditty is “Bill you have a Campbell?” .... To Helen Peanuts” Callahan we send this message. The Love-Bug Will Bite You if You Don’t Watch Out.... We wish to refer you to the top of the Woolworth Building where we are about to retire for the next six months .... But before we go .... A gunman faced Bill Shira and commanded Hands up, or I’ll blow your brains out!” And Bill stood there and jes' laffed and laffed again ! . . . . And now, it's time to go. So with tears in our eyes, sorrow on our lips, and fear in our hearts, we are your faithful B. H. S. correspondents signing off. Dolores Y. Beck — MAG and Betty J. Bush — NET. Page Ninety-three JhiL TThzqmL Ending is Only Beginning! Commencement’’ is a wisely chosen word for the exercises in celebration of the ending of a high school career. Even the term, Graduation,” does not suggest arrival at any final goal. For the truth is that to complete a high school education is to reach a mile- stone where the traveler pauses a moment to take a bit of satisfaction in something accomplished, to tighten his belt and then continue his journey— with the roughest parts of the road still ahead. Don’t stop ! Get more education if you possibly can. If you go to work, do it with a plan — pick out a successful destination for yourself and don't let yourself be side-tracked by difficulties. Platitudes ? No doubt of it — truths as old as the hills but just as real and true. Don’t let anybody fool you into thinking otherwise. And so. congratulations to graduating seniors ! Good luck — but mostly good judgment! THE BUTLER COUNTY NATIONAL BANK and TRUST CO. Member of I'ederal Deposil Insurance Corporation Page Ninety-five JInsL 'YVlaqn L To thine own self be true, and it must fol- low, as night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. — Shakespeare. CWU c Kave jLecrtnecl eluting gout four yeeits in Siigh School ? Nothing you’ve learned from books can mould your life as surely as the elements of character building . . Truth . . Loyalty . . Dependability. Be true to yourself . . to those with whom you are associated . . and success will follow. ■ ■ ■ Butler Savings and Trust Company BUTLER, PA. In the Heart of the City m m m Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Page Ninety-sh JhsL WlaqnsiL In School Years and After Years the Service of a Good Bank The many-sided service of this bank is an indispensable aid to success and happiness at every time of life. It spans the years from youth onward and upward with fitting help and encouragement, and becomes a solid rock of dependence in the later years of success and maturity. To the new graduates of this year, and to the old grad- uates of other years, we regard it as a privilege to be of constant help and service. This is a personal invitation to YOU. Come in. Union Trust Company OF BUTLER Conservatively managed—Conveniently Located at MAINand JEFFERSON Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Page Ninety-seven S Godfrey gave a gift steeped in romance It was in the spring of 1592 that the famous beauty Becky Renfrew, returned from the convent to make her court debut. To commemorate her homecoming, Sir Godfrey Renfrew Knight of the Garter and friend of Sir Walter Raleigh, ordered artisans to make a chest which would surpass all others in beauty Becky accepted the gift with heart over- flowing with joy On the day she was married, according to the story it was packed to the brim with useful things for her future home. And so the Renfrew Chest passed down through the generations to become finally a museum pieceof Elizabethan craftsmanship. FATHERS! MOTHERSi SWEETHEARTSi Give her a graduation gift that she will cherish forever THE LANE ROSALIND RUSSELL HOPE CHEST Now you can have an exact duplicate of the Lane Hope Chest used by Rosalind Russell, famous M-G- M star This glorified modern hope chest has a center panel of walnut stump with end panels of walnut separated by elm burl. New patented automatic rising double trays. In its spacious interior, treasured keepsakes can be kept absolutely safe, A super-value! Come in and see it and other new Lane models with prices starting as low as $16.50. Moth Insurance Policy Included Free—Convenient Terms. Ohringer’s |-|ome Furniture Co. 119-121-123 New Castle Street, BUTLER, PA. JhsL TYlmpmL Troutman-Reiber Co. Butler’s Greatest Store Filling a real need in this community, the combined resources of Two of the Oldest Stores in this section, it will be our aim at all times to give to the patrons the same efficient service that you expect to receive in ably-managed institutions. All classes of society will find this greater store a convenient and a delightful place to shop. Now-a-days It’s Troutman-Reiber Co. Automobile Dealers BUTLER COUNTY MOTOR COMPANY—Ford STANDARD MOTORS—Chevrolet and Buick EISLER-HOCH AUTO CO.—Plymouth and Dodge C C. WATSON MOTOR CO.—Oldsmobile FITZGERALD MOTOR COMPANY—Packard Page Ninety-nine JhsL maqrnt O F F U T T ’ S Butler, Pa. Congratulate you . . 0ass °f ’37 With Experience as your teacher in the world, you will learn many lessons in thrift. Wise buying, searching for quality, plus low price, means thrift. OfFutt’s carry only quality merchandise .... their prices are very low, and they give the valuable S. H. Green Discount Stamps. So, Class of ’37, make Offutt's your buying headquarters. Apple Sauce Tom Andrews, ’37 The End This is the last string of puns that this editor will ever compile for the dear ol’ Magnet. As you slugs say — I’ve shot my bolt. You're right. Now I think it proper to thank heartily all you B. H. S.-ers that have contributed material to this Applesauce. Here's to bigger and better nit-wits ! Thanks a car-load, T. L. A. JUNE, '37 Slam Judge: Robert Harwick, you are charged with breaking the baseball bat over William Havlin’s head. What have you to say for yourself?” Bob: Please, your honor, I didn’t mean to break the bat. 46th SCHOOL YEAR BEGINS SEPTEMBER 1, 1937 PROGRAMS OF STUDY: One-year Program in General Business Training. One-year Program in Secretarial Training. Tvv o-year Program in Combined Business Training. Two-year Program in Executive Secretarial Training. Two-year Program in Accounting. Also Special or Unit Courses leading to a Certificate. COMPLETE INFORMATION FREE, ON REQUEST ! BUTLER BUSINESS COLLEGE 313 S. Main St. A. F. REGAL, Principal. Butler, Pa. Page One Hundred JhiL WLaqnsiL c(5o the Qraduating of June, 1937 We wish to thank you, one and all, for your cooperation with us in the photographing of your class pictures. FETTERHOFF STUDIO PHONE 26-524 BUTLER, PA. How High? A1 Heck: “I hear Dick Shaffer was a track high-jumper. Eberhardt: He’s no track star; he can't even clear his throat.” JUNE, '37 Fish Dick McGuirk: Why do you make that gurgling noise when I talk to you? Betty Bowman: I’m just tryin' to swal- low that line you're throwin . Ham What did the girl-friend say when you kissed her?” She told me to date her Wednesday; that’s amateur night. JUNE, '37 After Four Years Student help on Visitor’s Day: What do you think of the fine collection of pic- tures we have in the halls?” Ray Sarver: “The pictures are okay, but the jokes under them are awful.” The Butler Florist CHAS. A. BORTMAS, Butler, Pa. CUT FLOWERS and POTTED PLANTS Let Us Telegraph Your Flower Order DELCO BATTERIES Butler Battery Company CHAS. H. FORINGER, Proprietor COMPLETE IGNITION SERVICE Auto—RADIOS—Home Opp. Y.M.C.A. Phone 45-250 1 16 S. McKean St. EAT AT HEADLAND'S LUNCH CAR GROHMAN’S Drug Store Has filled over a half million Prescriptions CORNER MAIN and NORTH STS. BUTLER, PA. We Give S. H. Green Stamps Page One Hundred One JhsL 71 laqnoL Sutton Gasoline Company 150 KITTANNING ST. Distributors of “FLEET - WING” Gasoline and Motor Oil VULCANIZING RETREADING MILLER’S Are Now Showing a Large Assortment of SUMMER FOOTWEAR SPORT - DRESS - WALKING For Men, Women and Children ■ Butler’s Leading Shoe Store 215 South Main St., Butler Assured Mr. Atwell to Bob Kelly: “Say, what are you looking for?” Bob: “My intellect.” Prof. Atwell: “Never mind; you won’t find it.” JUNE, '37 Curses “He's a deceiver.” “Yes? How come?” He said he wouldn’t kiss me, an’ he didn't.” Dick Smith’s most classic excuse: “May I go up town first period to get shaved, so that I can have my picture taken for the Magnet?” JUNE, '37 Employer (trying to test out the A Senior applying for a position): “What would you do if you had a million dollars?” Paul Lonchena: “W-Well, I hardly know. You see I hadn’t expected to get that much at first!” I. M. KLUGH MEATS GROCERIES FRUITS, VEGETABLES 504-510 WEST CUNNINGHAM ST. Phone 2748 109 North Main Street NEWEST APPAREL ALWAYS YOU ARE WELCOME TO COME IN AND LOOK AROUND CUMMINGS CANDY SHOP Home-Made CANDIES and ICE CREAM DIAL 28-632 High School Girls Come in and see Our New Line of Footwear at $2.45 The MORRIS BOOT SHOP 116 E. JEFFERSON ST., BUTLER Page Otic Hundred Two JhiL mujmt EAT Mac DONALD T _ 1 ' GAS OIL COMPANY Lsdlu s Cor. Brady and Franklin Sts. j Ice Cream • Everything for your Car LARGEST CONES IN TOWN • Assortment of 25 Flavors 5c each Battery Charging Rentals Lubrication Oil Tire Repairing Ends the quest for the best PHONE 28-800 When Albert Yamnitsky was a small boy, a neighbor saw him going down the street leading his dog by a rope. Where are you going with that dog? asked the neighbor. I’m goin’ to sell him fer $50,000.00, said Albert. What? You want $50,000.00 for that dog? Sure, and I’ll get it, too. A few days later Albert came along with only the piece of rope. Did you sell your dog?” asked the neighbor. Sure,” said Albert, I sold him all right, but I had to take a couple of $25,000.00 cats on the deal ! JUNE, '37 Waiter: How did you find that steak, sir?” Irvine Yohe: Oh, quite accidentally. I moved that piece of potato and there it was underneath. Cleeland Headquarters for Sclucl Glasses By Appointment Phone 29-11J See Cleeland -See Beller CLEELAND POLICY is to fit you with Glasses that give perfect satisfaction at prices you are able to pay ! TAPER’S Credit Jewelers WE SELL AT LOWEST CASH PRICES On Convenient Terms NEW HIGH SCHOOL RINGS NEXT TO CAPITOL THEATRE HOLLYWOOD STUDIO FOR PHOTOGRAPHS Prices and Styles to Suit All 157 NORTH MAIN ST. BUTLER, PENNA. Come In and See Our New CLOTHING and FURNISHINGS They Will Please You I GREEN YOUNG 122 SOUTH MAIN STREET Page One Hundred Three JhfL WlaqjwL CLOVER FARM STORES Are Owned and Operated by Citizens of This Community Have your tried Our Coffee ? We Have Your Flavor Leedom-Worrall Co. Wholesale Distributors Butler, Pa. Greenville, Pa. In the good old days : The following rules were in force at Mt. Holyoke College in 1837: ‘No young lady shall become a member of Mt. Holy- oke Seminary who cannot kindle a fire, wash potatoes, repeat the multiplication table and at least two-thirds of the shorter catechism. Every member of the school shall walk a mile a day unless a freshet, earthquake, or some other calamity pre- vent. No young lady shall devote more than an hour a day to miscellaneous read- WHEN YOU HAVE LAUNDRY AND DRY CLEANING, -Caii- lButler Steam Laundry FOR FIRST-CLASS WORK 2I7J 2 West Cunningham Street Phone 29-600 ing. No young lady is expected to have gentlemen acquaintances unless they are returned missionaries or agents of benevo- lent societies.” —Exchange JUNE, ’37 Mr. Storey: “What is it—valid, void- able, or unforceable?” Bob Milleman: Fictitious.” JUNE, '37 Freshmen and Seniors are intellectual opposites. (The Seniors are intellectual; the Freshies are opposite.) GOODYEAR ALTANTIC GOODYEAR Batteries Gas—Oil Tires—Tubes Central Parking f A GOOD PLACE TO BUY Opposite Butler Theatre Photographs A Complete Auto Service THAT WILL PLEASE YOU with One Stop Reasonable Prices Reasonable—Satisfaction Guaranteed SHEFFLER STUDIO Phone 3J-390 E. Jefferson St. Butler, Pa. m Page One Hundred Four JhsL Ttlaqn L Careful selection of risks, judicious investment of funds, and low cost of management have resulted in the North- western Mutual demonstrating itself as THE DIVIDEND PAYING COMPANY OF AMERICA ■ BEST FOR LESS” —AT — “MUSICIANS’ HEADQUARTERS Instruments Accessories — Also — OUR JEWELRY DEPT. Rings Watches Leather Goods Fine Watch Repairing Watson Ferguson AND ASSOCIATE AGENTS Savings Bank Bldg Butler, Penna. MILLER BROS. Jewelry — Music Store 245 S. Main St., Butler. Phone 26-154 Old gentleman: Why are you fishing, my boy, when you ought to be at school?” Martin Telenson: Gosh! I knew I’d forgotten something !” JUNE, '37 Leonard Abes was told by Miss Reed to remain after school and write a para- graph of at least fifty words. This is what Abie wrote: My sister was very fond of kittens. She saw one on the road and called: ‘Here, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy !” And Miss Reed penalized him for having forty- nine words instead of fifty! JUNE, '37 After the Prom Sr. Hym: Everything seems brighter after having a date with you.” Sr. Her: It should: the sun’ll be rising in a half hour.” Smart Styles FOR WOMEN FOR MEN Foot Rost Shoes Crosby Square Shoes Jean Adair Shoes Walter Booth Shoes Fanchon Shoes Brocton Shoes Schoerner’s Pastry Shop High-Class BAKERY PRODUCTS GOODMAN BOOTERY DIAL 36-480 224 SOUTH MAIN STREET 119 EAST JEFFERSON STREET PAUL KIRKPATRICK SHUFFLIN GREEN Sporting Goods Billfolds Fitted Cases BUILDERS’ SUPPLIES Gladstone Bags Guns Ammunition DUAL-MIXED CONCRETE FREE—Name in Gold on all Leather Goods 100 SOUTH MONROE STREET 130 E. JEFFERSON ST. PHONE 36-021 DIAL 3743 BUTLER, PA Page One Hundred Five JhsL TlaqnoL A LOVELY GRUEN The graduate knows and wants a GRUEN — the finest watch that the finest watch- makers know how to make. . . . Now you can purchase a genuine Gruen as low as $24.75. Each watch built to the traditional Gruen standards of precision ac- curacy. See for yourself. R. E. KIRKPATRICK 125 South Main Street, Butler Dentist to Birchie: I told you not to swallow—that’s my last pair of pliers. JUNE, '37 A Sr.: How did you get that cut on your face?” J. Widenhofer: Bit myself. A. Sr.: G’wan! How could do that? Jim: I stood on a chair. JUNE, '37 He: Yes, my father sprang from a line of peers.” Bored Listener: Did he drown? Y. W. C. A. Camp Alberta Marshall spells dreams come true! A vacation with camping pleasures for girls like you. I here will be sports and games ol all kinds. A delightful creek winds its way through the camp and provides excellent opportunity lor swimming and boating. Camp spirit is in the air and there are many inquiries, so come in early and talk cam p plans with Miss Angelyn Dantuma, Camp Director, or call 29-255. School Room Definitions : A millenium is an insect with many more legs than a centennial. The principal parts of the eye are the moat and the beam. A planet is a body of earth entirely sur- rounded by sky. A single tax is a tax on bachelors. The chief cause of divorce is marriage. Chicago is located almost at the bottom of Lake Michigan. Nerts—a doctor’s assistant. SAM COHN 130 South Main Street Devonshire Smart Clothes For You Young Fellows ! Kelly - Broman Shoppe Cultivated Taste in UTILITY and DRESS CLOTHES for the Junior or Miss Quality—But NOT High Priced ! Tassel Caps lettered B. H. S. in High School Colors DIAL 32-380 115 N. MAIN ST. H HARRISON M. FINES PHONE 29-860 COMPLETE INSURANCE SERVICE 210 B.C.N.B. Bldg. Page One Hundred Six JhsL mupwL National x r i Jorfirions '•fVlTATAO 4 RIECK'S (Dimupsmt iPumual Hump BUTLER — 3717 Affectionately Dedicated to Our Class President! Some fellas smile in the evening; Some guys smile at dawn, But the pal worth while — Is the mug that can smile When both front teeth are gone. JUNE. '37 I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree; Perhaps unless the billboards fall 1 11 never see a tree at all ! Mike Annesky’s brother was going to the movies, but Mike had an English test the next day. Mike got all his books out and piled them on the table; then he propped this note up against the lamp: Dear Brother, If I am studying when you get home, wake me up.” JUNE, ’37 I hope this isn’t boring you — I’ve thought it out so much. I think it is a lot of bunk — Please regard it such. Milo R. IPilliams THERE IS ONLY ONE Musicians’ Headquarters” ■ IN BUTLER— JEWELER The Butler Piano Music Co. and OPTOMETRIST Every Department Complete Pianos Sheet Music Band Instruments IJ4 South Main Street Accordions Records String Instruments Xylophones Accessories Drum Corps ■ We Teach All Instruments 315 South Mam St. Phone 39-6 M Page One hundred Seven JhsL VYlaqn L Butler County’s Largest and Most Beautiful Jewelry Store” Robert O. Crawford Jteuiplpr OPTICAL DEPARTMENT AS LOW AS The price includes a thorough examination of AS LOW AS $7.85 your eyes. Choice of styles to suit you .... $7.85 and lenses to improve your vision. SPECIAL DISCOUNT ON STUDENTS’ GLASSES—Small Weekly Payments ORDER YOUR CLASS RINGS HERE ! 148 North Main Street, Butler Looking Ahead Five or Six Years Agent to Newly Weds from the Class of '37 (We don’t insert names; it ain’t safe !): Here is a nice home overlooking the lake.” Mrs.------: Where is the lake?” Agent: That’s what we’re overlook- ing.” JUNE, ’37 Jimmy, auntie will never kiss you with a dirty face.” That’s what I thought.” Student: Did you pass your exams? 2nd student: Well, it was like this — you see —” Student: Shake ! Neither did I.” JUNE, '37 A passenger in an airplane was far up in the sky when the pilot began to laugh hysterically. Passenger: What’s the joke?” Pilot: I'm thinking of what they’ll say at the asylum when they find out I have escaped.” TO EVERY MEMBER OF THE GRADUATING CLASS BUTLER SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL JUNE, 1937 THE PEOPLES TELEPHONE CORPORATION EXTENDS CONGRATULATIONS AND GOOD WISHES Page One Hundred Eight JhjL WjoiqmL YOU'LL ENJOY THOMPSON’S Ice Cream Y E S SAN IT ARY I S We Have Your Kind Dial 44-51 I KENNEDY EVANS 121 XVest North Street Teacher: Now, Robert, what are you doing —learning something? Robert: No, sir; I'm listening to you. JUNE, '37 First Waiter: So I asked if his grape- fruit was juicy. Second Waiter: What did he say? First Waiter: He just looked at me, but I read the answer in his eye. JUNE, '37 Darling, I’ll throw my life at your feet. Tryin to trip me. Huh ! Give me a glass of milk and a muttered buffin. You mean a buffered muttin.” No, I mean a muffered buttin.” Why not take doughnuts and milk? JUNE, '37 Careful! One single move and this canoe will collapse !” Can I move my choon-gum to the other side of my mouth ?” THE FASHION 223 South Main Street Headquarters for Apparel for Discriminating Dressers The INN Confectionery Sodas, Cigars and Confections NEWSPAPERS MAGAZINES Service with a Smile Cor. Brady and Franklin Sts. Butler, Penna. BICKEL’S H TURGEON AWSCARREM Fine Footwear ✓ QUALITY CLOTHES Page One Hundred Nine JhsL yYlaqn L HOTEL NIXON Always Ask For BUTLER, PA. Diehl’s bread Baked Fresh Daily IN BUTLER Sold By All Independent Dealers Farmer: “Where’s the mule I told you to have shod?” New Hand: “Did you say shod ? I thought you said shot’. I’ve just been buryin’ her.” JUNE, '37 1st Crook: “How did Bill die?” 2nd Crook: E fell through some scaf- folding. 1st Crook: “What ever was ’e doing up there?” 2nd Crook: “Being ’anged.” Considerate George: “I know I am not worthy of you, but — Ethel: “Don’t ever say that again; it’s no use worrying over what you can’t help.” JUNE, ’37 “It’s going to be a real battle of wits, I tell you,” said the sophomore member of the debating team.” “How brave of you,” said his room- mate, “to go unarmed. Reynolds brothers We Appreciate Your Patronage BUTLER’S SHOE STYLE CENTER RELIABLE SAR-A-LEE SHOPPE Fine Furniture Modestly Priced Main Street at Cunningham Mannas Typewriter Co. Royal PORTABLES and Standard Rentals All Makes Sold and Repaired 236 W. Jefferson St., Butler Phone 23-204 Page One Hundred Ten JhsL VriaqnsL —FOR YOUR— Suit — Top Coat or Furnishings —SEE— BENSON'S Quality—PI .US—Economy 134 S. Main St. Butler, Pa. Try BUTLER CHAINS With that GOOD End Fastener SOLD BY ALL GOOD DEALERS Manufactured by BUTLER CHAIN CO., Inc. BUTLER, PA. Indiscreet She: I can’t bear to think of my thir- tieth birthday.” He: Why, dear, what happened then? JUNE, '37 Frosh: What keeps the moon from falling?” Another Dumbell: It must be the beams. JUNE, '37 Composition boner: He went to visit his brother, who was a type-writer. O.— I hear the men are striking. K.— What for? O. — Shorter hours.” K. — Luck to ’em. I always did think sixty minutes was too long for an hour. JUNE, '37 Here lies the remains of a radio fan, Now mourned by his many relations. He went to a powder mill, smoking his pipe, And was picked up by twenty-one sta- tions.” — Kopied. Hints? uf llaffr Mlmiuut’a ant iMtasrs’ Micarim j pparrl 100 North Main Street, Butler Telephone 32-315 WINTERS DRUG STORE Cor. MAIN and NEW CASTLE STS. Butler’s Largest and Most Complete Drug Store STANDARD PAINT GLASS CO. Leith’s Flowers 120 East Jefferson Street Flowers Telegraphed Anywhere SO-EZY WALL-GLO 151 NORTH MAIN STREET KNO-GLOSS DIAL 32-970 Page One Hundred Eleven JhxL TYlcupisL c futocj tajifi Pdgr Owe Hundred Twelve Engravings—Youngstown Arc Engraving Company Covers—Mueller Art Cover Company Printing—Record Printing Company, Butler, Pa.
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