Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 94 of the 1938 volume:

JhsL VtUiqn L I AM THE HIGH SCHOOL FROM OUT THE SAFE HARBOR OF MY SHELTERING WALLS I SEND MY SONS AND DAUGHTERS OUT INTO THE STORMS-MAY THEY ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT THOSE STORMS ARE JUST A STUFF TO TRY THE SOULS STRENGTH ON THAT COURAGE AND FAITH AND THE THINGS OF THE SPIRIT ARE MORE THAN MERE MATERIAL GAIN AND MAY THEY COME AT LAST TO THAT PERFECT HARBOR WHICH IS THE GOAL OF ALL OUR STRIVING In both the art work and some of the printed pages of this book we have tried to catch the spirit of our Commencement theme, and take you on a voyage of adventure to the far places of the earth. Won't you go with us 'On the road to Mandalay, Where the fly in' fishes play. An' the dawn comes up like thunder Over China, 'crost the Bay ! Poem by permission of Ginn Co. To One who Supremely Possesses that Congeniality and Pliability Cohesive Force of Human Society which Renders its Integrity Possible to Miss Jeannette McKee Our Faithful and Patient Teacher of English Revealed to us not only Language This volume of the Magnet is affectionately dedicated by the class of January, 1938 that who but also Its Social Values JhsL Tyicupi JL zFacult V Roy W. Wiley.............Superintendent John D. Anderson..............Principal J. T. Hogg..........Assistant Principal Dorothy L. Anderson...........History George C. Atwell............Chemistry Clara E. Bartley..............English Jean A. Bell..............Mathematics George L. Bernlohr.............Civics Helga Bishetsrieder...........English Sara M. Black.................Algebra Anna H. Brier..............Commercial Elizabeth R. Campbell.........English H. Vernon Comin...............History Lucille Critchlow...........Chemistry Dorothy A. Doerr................Latin Alice E. Douthett............ English Richard Dryden...........Vocal Music Knowles G. Eldridge..............Shop Frank M. Ellis......Engineering Dr'g Mont R. Frederick... Engineering Dr'g Frances E. Gerber............Clothing M. Lawrence Hammer...............Shop Jane Harper...................English Regis L. Heinzer..............History Ruth E. Helm.................. French Elizabeth Hepler................Latin W. B. Herron..................Physics M. Eleanor Hervey...............Latin Mary Jamison..................English Ellis W. Love.................Biology Esther M. Mapes...............English Richard C. Martin..........Commercial Ruth Mays................Arithmetic J. W. McDowell...............History Agnes McGlincy..............English Jeannette McKee.............English Chandler B. McMillan.........Biology Georgia Mechling..........Librarian J. Kathryne Miller..........English Ray Miller...............Commercial John E. Mixer............Gymnastics Allene D. Montgomery........English A. Margaret Morrison.....Commercial Eleanore M. Murphy.......Commercial Ralph A. Nicholas...........Biology Nelson P. Palmer............Physics Mattie M. Powell.........Commercial Ella Purvis.............Mathematics Gertrude Reed...............English Edna G. Riggle...........Commercial Joseph E. Robison............Science Virginia B. Rumbaugh.....Commercial Joseph E. Scohier....Band-Orchestra Gertrude A. Siebert...........Foods F. C. Stevenson............Geometry J. B. Storey................Science Virginia Varnum..........Gymnastics Florence C. Watson.......Commercial Ruth E. White............Commercial Mary A. Wigton...........Commercial Karl W. Yingling............Algebra DEDICATION FACULTY STAFF SENIORS LITERARY ACTIVITIES ATHLETICS FEATURES ADVERTISEMENTS Contents JhsL VYlaqmL 1st row (left to right)'—Karl Kleeb. Jane Henderson, Robert Reiber, Pearl Arnovitz. John Lyon 2nd row—Louise Stewart. Tom Tooke, Marjorie Phillips. Bob Crissman, Patricia Wilson 3rd row — Norma Hetrick. Gladys Beikert, Bernard Zaritzky, Betty Linamen, Arthur Kelly JJul Yfljciqn L BETTE JAYNE ACKERMAN Bluffer Acky Jabbers a lot Abundant talent WALDO M. ANDERSON Zeke” Winsome ways Modern Lockinvar Amicable ALYCE ARNOVITZ Alyce Ambitious Admirable Peppy PEARL LEE ARNOVITZ “Perky Lots of friends Alert ALBERT BAUER, JR. Albert Affable Blushing Jolly WILLIAM P. BEAUSEIGNEUR Bo Wears Eagle Scout badge Polite Bashful PAUL BOSHKO Paul” Persevering Bats a baseball GLADYS IRENE BEIKERT Genial Gladys Industrious Budding needle-point artist MARY HELEN BENNETT Jimmie Magnetic Humorous Bright sunny smile WILLIS K. BRANDON “Bud” Willful Willie Knack for loafing Blithe and buoyant GRETCHEN C. BRUNERMER Gretel Goes for Chester Comely lass Belle of Petersville PAUL A. BURTNER Paul” Plays in the band Admirable swimmer Beguiling grin JJul TYlaqn L FLORENCE ELEANOR CLOSE Flossie Full of fun Energetic Charming IMOGENE MARIE COCHRAN “Imy” Industrious Modest Collects poems ROBERT S. COHN Bob Radiant horseman Somewhat satirical Capable Thespian WILBERT J. COLLINS Bed” Whistling Wilbert Just loves to fish Cheerful redhead FLORENCE MAE COLLYER Flo” Fancies skating Magnanimous Civics is pet hate MARY CATHRINE CONERTY Kay” Merry Mermaid Capricious Care-free MARY JANE COOK Cookie Modest miss Judiciously beautiful clothes Companionable ALICE CATHERINE COVERT “Katie Amiable (always) Composed (usually) Chatterbox (sometimes) MARY JOAN CRAIG “Joan” Merry Jokes with Bob” Clever ROBERT D. CRISSMAN Hob” Rates in Football Dashing Cave-man LYNIS C. CYPHER 'Lyn:V Likes aviation Confident Continually talking VIRGINIA MARIE DE MAR “Ginny” Vivacious Models Ginger Rogers Dances divinely JJul TFLcupwL CLARA M. DEMATTEIS Cheery Meek Clara Determined NICKLAS D. DEMYANOVICH “Nick” Niblick swinger Diligent Dauntless MARY LOUISE DE TULLIO Mary Lou Marvelous eyes Ladylike Dainty WILLIAM A. DONALDSON Bill Willing Ambitious Diligent MICHAEL DROZDA “Mike” Mechanical-drawing shark Deft at modeling airplanes LAWRENCE E. DUFFY Larry” Lustrious “Y basketballer Energetic (after 4 P. M.) Droll Irish blarney ARNOLD J. DUNKLE Bus Athletic Joker Deserving ELEANORE RUTH DYKE Dykle Educated in talking Real curly hair Drives a Ford V-8 PAUL R. EISLER “Paul” Prefers Virginia Restless Earnest student CHARLES E. ESPER “Chuck Courageous Enjoys football Entertaining ROBERT J. FILER “Bob” Regularly late! Jocular Faithful “Hi Yer” G. ROBERT FINUCAN Bob Good-natured Reliable Friendly JhsL IfYlaqn L ALMA JANE FREDERICK Jane” Amiable Joyful Flippant ROSS I. GAETANO Ike Rabid sports fan Industrious Good in chemistry GARNET JEAN GOUGHLER Dutch Grave Jack’s best girl Goes for needle work MARY ELIZABETH GOLD Betty Modest Energetic Gay and peppy JAMES W. GROBE Stoolie Joking a specialty Won his manager's letter Genial to everybody MARGARET A. GROVES Pelt Modern young miss Animated Generous ROBERT P. HABEN Sparky” Radical Polite Handsome LUELLA MAE HEATH SiB Loves to cook Methodical Helpful JAYNE LARUE HENDERSON “Janie” J-enuinely versatile lassie Liked by everyone Has a smile for all VIRGINIA EDITH HEROLD “Ginny” Very much liked by Eisler. Paul Hopes to use her hope chest soon NORMA JANE HETRICK “Normie” Neat and tall “Juggler Hobby—designing dresses MARGIE A. HINCHBERGER Marir” Mixes well Appealing Honest blonde JhsL TVlaqn L JOSEPH W. HOSHAK “Hoshy “Jocular Joe” Wise-cracker Havoc with ten-pins EDWIN M. HOYN “Wheaties” Enthusiastic and Meritorious ball player Headstrong MARY ELIZABETH HULTON “Pat” Meteor-like Enthusiastic athlete High-spirited LOUIS EDGAR HUMMEL “Louis” Likes music Eminent pianist Happy smile HELEN LOUISE JAMISON “Helen Has sweet disposition Loves to dance Jaunty red hair HELEN DOROTHY JOHNS “Johnnie” Handy with knitting Determined Joyous bicycler BERNICE M. JONES “Bernice” Beautiful Maid of England J-orgeous eyes C. ARTHUR KELLY “Art Collects stamps Ardent student Keen in any undertaking DORIS MAE KEMPER Kempie” Dimpled smile Merry K-lever ERNEST F. KEMPER, JR. Ernie” Enlivens C. W. Fishes with zest Kidder PAULINE RUTH KEMPER ”P. K.” Pastime—books Refined and charming Known as a true friend LEONARD M. KERR Duke” Laudable Master-student Keen JhsL Vl laqn L CARL EDWARD KLEEB Carl” Contagious spirit Excellent baritone Kind-hearted EULALIA ROSEMARIE KNOBLOCH “Sweetie” Especially talented Reads a lot Keeps her friends FRANK KUCER Curly” Fair-haired Keen basket-ball player DINO T. LAVORINI Danny” Dances smoothly Took football honors Likes to tease the girls ROSELINE L. LEVENTHAL Roe” Ruby-lipped Loquacious Likable ELIZABETH MARJORIE LINAMAN Betty” Excellent student Musical Loveable Jolly JOSEPH W. LOGAN Joe” Warm-hearted Lustrous Nimrod THEODORE J. LUTZ, JR. Ted” Talkative Jocund Likes to sleep JOHN W. LYON “Johnnie” Jaunty Well-liked Lively lad META MAXINE MacDONALD Max” Musical May be a bit bashful Makes typewriter whizz RALPH MAHONEY “Ralph” Rapacious reader Manly and reserved MAYNARD L. MARK “Manie” Master at tennis Likes to draw Mild-mannered JhsL TyiaqnoL CHARLES LEWIS MAXWELL Chjuck Champion hunter Likes the hills of Bradford Maintains his quiet way BETTY BROOKS McCANDLESS “Bets ' Bent on good times Blends with the crowd Modern in her methods HARVEY A. McCANDLESS Bugs Mac” Happy-go-lucky A real cheer leader M means McCleery JOHN C. MacCLAFFERTY “‘Jack ' J-enuinely handsome Courteous Mighty nice MARY ELTHEA McDONALD “Thea“ Makes friends easily Elfish Mirthful ROSECINA D. McGOWAN “Roeie” Reserved Dignified Modest HELEN C. MENELL “Helen” Heartbreaker Coquettish Magnetic WILLIAM F. MILLEMAN “Bill Warm friend Famed for his ‘'sax” playing Makes music in the Rhythm Club MARY OLIVE NICKLAS “Chip” Much alive! Original wit Noted skater EDWARD J. NOVAK “Eddie” Eminent in sports Jestfu! Nice wavy hair LOUIS F. PASCAZI Lew” Level-headed Faithful Patient PETER P. PASKOSKY “Pete” Plays violin Persuasive Prefers hunting JhsL 71 laqmL MARJORIE RUTH PHILLIPS Toots Makes typing teachers happy Real pal Pleasant JOHN M. PHIPPS, JR. “Reptile” Jet black hair Musical Plays baseball ORVILLE L. PORTERFIELD Portie” Omni-present Likeable Popular for his witticisms WILLIAM PROCHISON Bill Wizard with planes Peaceful and polite JAMES W. RALPH Jimmie ” Jes' a wee laddie Wide-awake Roguish ANNA KATHRYN REIBER Kay Always cheerful Keeps on the go Rightly a blonde S. ROBERT REIBER Bob Sure likes the girls Rare gift of gab Roly-poly CARL A. ROSE “Rosie” Courteous A hletic Reserved STANLEY K. RUDIAK “Maestro” Seniors' Silly Symphony I. Keeps tinkling piano keys Robust and ready NAOMI MAY SANDBACH “Nomie” Neat M erry mad-cap Slim and slender EDWARD D. SARRA “Eddie” Enthusiastic tennis player Dashing Sensible JOSEPHINE D. SARVER Jo Jumps at conclusions Distinctive Sociable JhsL VYlaqn JL FRED M. SCHIAVONE Fred- Fearless Makes teachers groan Seniors’ Silly Symphony II THOMAS SHANNON Tom- Toots a sax Studious ? ? ? ROLAND C. SIMMER Rollie” Respectful Considerate Serious CORA E. SMITH “Cora” Capable Energetic Sincere Ready ROBERT D. SNYDER -Bob- Dark hair Strums a guitar RUTH ANNA SNYDER “Ruth Ann Rates with Gilbert Audacious Such a giddy girl! GEORGE A. STERIOPULOS Zookie” Gadabout Always eating Seniors Silly Symphony III EMILY ERNESTINE STEWART Yam- Earnest Energetic Sincere Lively LILLIAN M. STEWART Lil” Mischievous Smiling G. LOUISE STEWART “Louise” Gracious Lovable Sees no one but Art LEROY M. SUMMERVILLE “Pete Lack-a-daisical Mania for Dime Detectives Slim and slender FREDERICK H. TACK Fred- Firm friend Hardy Truthful JhsL TVlaqn L FRANK L. TAGGART “Frank” Friendly Languid Thoughtful DORA MARIE THOMPSON Dora” Dotes on volley-ball Merry-minded T rustworthy RICHARD A. THOMPSON Dick” Romantic Ardent dancer Thrilling ESTHER VIOLA TOLLEN Vi” Easy on the eyes Vivacious Tall THOMAS H. TOOKE Tom” Truly popular Horse-back rider Took a trip abroad MARGARET ARMINTA VAN GORDER Minnie” Meek Adores music Very fair EVELYN V. WALSH “Effie Mae” Effervescent Vivacious Witty Dainty DOROTHY J. WALTERS “Dot” J-orgeous Well-liked Lively LEE H. WARREN “Lee” How tall! Witty ORVILLE R. WEAVER Orv” Obliging Retiring Witty WARREN R. WEISENSTEIN Bud” Western songs for him! Really handsome Wins friends CHESTER L. WILLIAMS Ches” Chummy Likes target shooting Whirls along in his sky-blue car JPul VtlaqnsiL E. PATRICIA WILSON “Pat” Eager for a good time Plays tennis Willing to oblige RUTH LOUISE YOUNG “Ruth” Reserved Likes vacations Yearns for Jimmie BERNARD ZARITZKY Brilliant Zealous Bernie” £Dest C Wishes The Class of January '38 will be the first class in forty-seven years in our High School to be graduated under a new Superintendent, and will also be the first under Mr. Anderson. We wish to express our sincere good wishes to Mr. Wiley as the new Superintendent, and to Mr. Anderson as the new Principal. We wish them many successful years in their new position. jCite iary Q Bali In Balithe whole life of the people is centered in beauty. Their pagodas, rice fields, and (_ mountains v re symbolic of mystic beauty. Fragrant flov fers under trees that reach to heaven briivg the peace of cool waters after thirstj Sd here the world, like the Balinese, lowers in her hair. JJlSL IfilcuptsL ——— Off to Honolulu Robert Crissman They had lunched with a group of fellow radio and newspaper men in San Francisco that day in December, 1935; and as they bade them farewell a short time later amid the crowd gathered at the water's edge at Alameda Airport, they thrilled in excited anticipation at the remark, Luncheon in California today; breakfast tomorrow in Honolulu. Their penchant for adventure had taken them into many strange places, but today they knew they were about to undertake the most momentous adventure of a lifetime, trail blazing across the Pacific. They would be the first persons not employed by the Pan-American Airway system, to fly across the Pacific in the Clipper ship, for they were to be included among the twelve who made up the flight personnel of the Philippine Clipper, which even now was being tuned up for her hop-off on the second airmail flight across the ocean, bound for the Orient. Radio men, they were to test the long-range dependability of portable, light-weight, short-wave equipment recently developed. Boarding the ship through a hatch in the after section, they found that most of the seats and beautiful furnishings had been removed. Mail sacks and parcels filled several compartments, and the ship had been lightened as much as possible to carry extra gasoline. The crew were donning white overalls and fur-lined Hying suits. The radio men were to envy the crew their comfort before the flight was over, for with the coming of night and higher altitudes, there came a chill that neither hot soup or coffee could dispel. Stripping the ship of all non-essentials for this experimental fight had included part of the heating apparatus. From outside, one could hear the Captain on the bridge receiving last-minute weather and other information. It was just past three o’clock when the out-board motors coughed and came to life. For a moment the ship seemed stationary, all four motors idling. 1 hen the whirr of the motors rose to a higher pitch and they were in the air. The take-off fully loaded (51,000 pounds) had required forty-five seconds. Captain Tilton slowly lifted the huge ship to an altitude of eight thousand feet and it melted into the atmosphere as the silvery metal of the Clipper merged with the misty grey of the clouds. Oft Point Bonita, they passed out to sea. not to sight land again until they reach Honolulu, 2,400 miles away. Night came swiftly. The rays of the setting sun broke through the clouds to etch the Clipper in red gold against the grayness of the sky for one fleeting moment of glory. Then the sun sank rapidly and they soared still higher, into the black void between the sea and sky. with only the song of the purring motors for comfort. Their first broadcast from the Clipper brought further thrills. 1 he ship’s antenna was released by the Communications Officer and the microphone set up in the roomy lounge. All was in readiness for the broadcast and they were told to stand by. Immediately their call was answered from Point Reyes, and they were on the air, 381 miles from Alameda and Hying 8,000 feet above the black waters of the Pacific. The broadcast lasted fourteen minutes, with Point Reyes reporting excellent reception. Two hours were to elapse before they should go on the air again and so they were given permission to reconnoitre the ship. They decided to visit first the cabin of the engineering officers, throne room of the God of Gadgets.” as it is called. Here is the pulsing heart of the Clipper ship. There was no room for visitors here, but they knelt for a while, watching fascinated, as the two Page Twenty-four -—---------- — JPul 71 laqwL — 1 engineers read dial after dial and made notations. Any change on the ship's operations was recorded here. Opening a door and ascending a short ladder, they came to the flying bridge. A window was open and it was cold and inky black, but the instrument panel silhouetted two men sitting comfortably with arms folded. They were Captain Tilton on watch, in command, and Captain Ralph Dahlstorm, First Officer, who, with his hands in his lap, was piloting the Philippine Clipper on its 2,400-mile flight above the black Pacific! Dahlstorm smiled and pointed to a replica of a plane on the dial. We are using the automatic pilot,” he shouted. The Sperry mechanism, modern miracle of aeronautical engineering, was flying the Clipper across the Pacific, even though she carried a crew of nine men. The explorers returned to the lounge, past an officer busy at his radio, and the navigator’s compartment, where throughout the night two men studied the stars and charted the ship's course. During the inspection, the ship had been climbing and was now at 11,000 feet, with the clouds below, giving oft a reflected silvery light from the full moon riding high in the heavens. It was 8:15 P. M. and they had been on their way five hours when they overtook the S. S. Maunales. Evidently the steamer was unaware of their proximity, and no greetings were exchanged as the two ships passed in the night. The Maunales was soon forgotten, however, in the beauty of the night, as they watched the navigators take a celestial reading. But at the same time they were chilled to the bone as the cold, biting wind sucked through the opening. 1'hey commandeered all the sweaters and overcoats, to no avail: and in desperation finally burrowed under the canvas mail sacks. Gradually warmth and drowziness prevailed, and for five precious hours they slept on the deep— among mail bags. Daylight was not far off when they awoke. Outside it was clearing, warm pink rays of the still invisible sun peering over the blood-red horizon. The sunrise was magnificent, the colors almost eluding description as the first rays changed from palest pink to deepening gold until the sun itself burst forth in blinding brilliance. Captain Tilton passed through the bridge, and told them they should soon be sighting Maura Key, rearing up 1,385 feet on the island of Hawaii. All eyes peered ahead. They could see nothing but clouds and more clouds. At 10.08. Pacific time, Captain 1 ilton spoke again. 1 here s Maura Key just west of south of us.” The crew sighted it immediately, and from the bridge came the signal that the land fall had been made. To unpracticed eyes the island seemed only a slightly darker haze among the billowy clouds. Maura Key lay ahead, but only the experienced eye of real air mariners could have recognized it as land. The long over-water jump was done, but Diamond Head lay nearly an hour away, an hour that seemed endless. Very shortly the ship began to descend to get below the clouds. As they came lower, it was dreary and moist, and the heat suddenly became oppressive. Then, just off to the right, across a stretch of foaming water, they sighted Honolulu, just twenty hours and fourteen minutes from the time they had left Alameda Airport. Both Captain Tilton and Captain Dahlstorm were at the controls now. Tilton, having landed there several time before, was explaining the course and pointing out the dangers. They flew low over the land and were surprised at the mountainous aspect of the islands. They could now make out people waving to them, and the sky to the right and left was filled with planes from the Navy base. Passing the naval station, they turned and began preparations for landing. Page Twenty-five ■ sv JhsL TYlcu noL 1 he motors were now turned to emergency position, and every precaution taken to bring their silver-winged monarch of the air to rest safely. Down they glided, swiftly skimming the surface of the water for a few seconds: and then, with a gentle swoosh,'' water splashed against the cabin windows, and the Philippine Clipper rested safely on the waters of Pearl Harbor. As the ship was brought to its moorings, the crowd on the shore seemed to wait in breathless anticipation; and when Captain Tilton and the crew appeared through the after hatch, they were greeted with a crescendo of applause and all on board were decorated with flowers. Thus, with a most impressive and lovely gesture of welcome, ended the second momentous air-mail trip across the broad Pacific. (With acknowledgments to National Geographic, from whose articles the facts of this trip were obtained.) THINK TWICE (before consenting to write a poem) Harvey McCandless 1 was walking through the hall last week On my way to chemistry. When a fellow-Senior shouted: Mac, Wait there a second for me! Gee. but you're looking good, said he, And I of course agreed. Now. what I want to have you do Is write a poem for me. The Magnet on its worthy page Your signature would print Among the jokes and other things—•” Why couldn’t I take a hint? But I sat me down and thunk and wracked” My brains ’til they were sore. And I’ll be darned if I could get The first few lines or more. But quit—not I ! I kept right on And worked till my eyes did smart; And if some day a great poet am I — This will have been my start. Pdgc Twenty-six ------------ — JhsL WTjctqnoL —...... His Adventure Robert Cohn “He lived within the village. Where life had not a thrill: Where nothing ever happened. And nothing ever will . . . . Martin Pike and his wife. Margaret, ran a combination general store and post-office in a small village in Maine. During the winter months the town and its inhabitants settled down to a quiet routine, but in the summer it was a beehive of industry, because it was a popular resort for vacationists. Martin was popular and well-liked by all. He was a friendly, jovial, and kindly person, fond of adventure, which led him to the habit of reading all the postal cards that came into the post-office, in the hope of finding some there. This habit distressed his wife very much, because she thought it was not the most honorable thing to do. But when she remonstrated with him, he laughed good naturedly and said, Who knows, Margaret, maybe some day I’ll find something really exciting on one of those cards. Life went monotonously along, when suddeny one day, while sorting the out-going mail, he paused a moment to read the one postal card among the letters. To his amazement, he read the following: Dear Brother: By the time this reaches you, I shall be dead. My children have not come home to see me for over a year. I am very lonely. No one needs me. Good-bye. Your brother, Jim.” Martin knew it could be none other than Jim Pierce, who lived over the hill. Here was excitement. He grabbed his hat, called to Margaret to take care of everything, and started for Jim's place as fast as he could run. He was not a minute too soon, for just as he got there, he found the old man, sitting on a cot. with a gun in his hand. Jim,” cried Martin, don't do it: don't take your life. You have a lot to live for. Your children need you. No, answered Jim, they have forgotten they have an old father.” However, Martin stayed more than an hour, talking and trying to show the old man he had every reason in the world to live. Come over to my house with me, Jim, and stay for supper. Martin pleaded, believing that at last he was beginning to make the despondent man realize the foolishness of his intended actions. I guess maybe you were right. Martin, said Jim; perhaps it would have been a foolish thing to do. So, arm in arm, the two men walked along to Martin's home. Come and walk down to the train with me, Jim. will you? I have to take the mail down to the train. As the train was pulling in, and Martin was getting ready to put the mail on it, Jim's face suddenly lit up. What is it, Jim? Why are you looking like that?” Look, Martin—getting off the train—my children!” Jim rushed over to the train, and at the sight of his children, broke into tears. Martin looked happily on the scene, and feeling that his work was well done, went quietly away from the happy reunion. Thus did Martin find his big adventure—right out of a post card. Page Twenty-scrcn JhiL TlflaqnsiL That Final Spurt Bernard Zaritzky Say, Bob, who is that fellow sitting in front of us? His face looks familiar. but 1 can't seem to place him. Thus 1 addressed my companion while we were watching the cross-country race between Barton College and Horton College. Looking at the person I was referring to, Bob exclaimed, Don't you remember the star cross-country runner that Barton had about three years ago? The fellow that went to the Olympics and smashed the world's record for crosscountry racing? Tom Davidson is his name! The Davidson running for Barton today is his kid brother.” Oh! 1 seem to remember him now. Let's see—there was some sort of story connected with his running last year, wasn't there? You covered it for your paper, so how about giving me the low-down?” Well—Tom told me the cause of his splendid running that day. but he made me promise not to write it up. I know he wouldn’t mind my telling you. though. You see it was this way. During the time Tom had been in college, he had cultivated an everlasting friendship with a fellow named Larry Colter, who lived in a little house on top of a high hill about two and one-half miles from the college. A brilliant chap and a former trackman. Larry had not been able to come to school since the automobile accident which had left him. some years before, a cripple. He now designed posters for the various merchants of the little town to make a little extra money for himself and his mother. One day Tom was sent to get the posters for the cross-country meet from Larry. He looked at the lad, with his dark eyes shining with indomitable courage in spite of the frail, broken body that he dragged about the room; and Tom found himself liking this quiet youth, in whose face shone something very much like hero worship for the big. blonde boy before him. This meeting resulted in other meetings, and gradually Larry became a part of Tom. There was a reason for Larry’s hero-worship. Every year since Tom had been in college, he had made the cross-country team. In fact, he had more than made it—he was the sensation of his part of the country. But he was not satisfied. He had one big dream that it just seemed he could not realize—to run the course fast enough to qualify for a try-out for the Olympic team. He came, more than once, within fifteen to twenty seconds of the time required, but he didn t seem to have that final spurt which would send him over the tape in the required time. He began to lose faith in himself more than once; but his crippled friend. Larry, just would not let him give up. And now, finally came his last year at college. You'll do it this year sure,’ said Larry, and Tom went down to the field more determined than ever to make the Olympic try-outs. He practiced incessantly in his spare time. He covered the course so many times that he could almost run it blindfolded. Yet he did not run quite fast enough to qualify. And now the end of the school term was drawing near. I ll do it today.' declared Tom. He went out, and instead of running faster, he made slower time than ever before. This discouraged him so much that he went home in the bluest funk of his whole career, almost determined to quit school. That night Larry dropped in to see him. ' Too bad about the race today, Tom. but you'll make it yet. Don't give up ! Remember the ofd maxim. Quitters never win. and winners never quit. You're a winner, so you won't quit !' Page Twenty-eight — - —JhsL TyicujmiL — And Tom, looking at this frail youth before him who had so much faith in him. determined right then and there that he would not quit; if not for himself, then for his great friend. Larry. After Larry left, Tom paced the floor restlessly. Slowly the time passed —eight — eight-fifteen—eighty-thirty. Suddenly he stepped to the window and looked out at Larry's little house away off on the hill. He could hardly believe his eyes. He saw—not the usual peaceful scene on the hill, but a raging inferno—Larry’s house was on fire! Larry—his friend—who had kept him from becoming a coward: who had kept him from quitting school! Why, Larry was in the midst of that fire! Shouting to his room-mate to wake up, he dashed out of the house and away to the fire. Instead of running up the highway to the burning house, he took a short cut through the field. He encountered more obstacles here than in any cross-country race he had ever run. Fear for his friend lent wings to his feet. Climbing fence after fence, crossing brook after brook, up banks and through hedges, he dashed on and on. and after what seemed ages, he reached the fire. He had no time to think of himself. Where was Larry? Then he saw him, sitting in his wheelchair, staring tragically at the fire which was rapidly consuming his home. Tom rushed up. Boy I’m sure glad to see you safe! Seeing Tom. Larry’s whole being seemed to become strong; his face brightened up as it used to do. I’m all right, Tom—’ They were interrupted by Tom’s room-mate, who had ridden up with a friend in a car. Boy,’ he said, are you here already? It’s just exactly twelve minutes since you left home. I looked at my watch as you started ! When Tom learned how long it had taken him to run the distance, he was overjoyed. Twelve minutes ! He knew now that he could make the try-outs if he tried hard enough. By doing it once over a tough course with which he was not familiar, he could do it again the next day over the regular course with which he was familiar. So, with a self-confidence which he had never experienced before, Tom went out the next day and almost smashed the world's record. How he really did smash it in the Olympics you already know. Here come the leaders!’’ I broke in suddenly. Who's that leading?” ’That’s Tom's brother! Look at that kid run! Boy. he’s a sure cinch for the Olympics next year! THE OLD SAILOR’S WISH Pearl Arnovitz Oh, I wish I were down by the deep blue sea; 1 would sit on its sand-covered shore. I would dream again of the stout Mary Lee. Sailing the wide world o'er. Oh, would I were sailing the white-capped waves; Oh, would I directed a prow. How lucky is he who can breathe the salt air. And feel the salt spray on his brow! Oh, carry me back to the deep blue sea; Let me sit there and dream once more. Let me sail again on the stout Mary Lee, Till I reach the further shore. Page Twenty-nine ------ JhsL VyiaqnsriL 1 — Tembo Betty Linamen Tembo was a baby elephant. He was now a full month old, and as he frisked clumsily about his anxious mother, he found life good and worth while. The rains were not yet over, but these troubled him not. Having never seen a dry season, Tembo could not compare the present discomfort of the high, wet grass to the lush meadows springing again to life after the fires had burned the savannahs, and the first showers of the succeeding wet season had refreshed the earth once more. To his mother, Mwana Muke, the baby was an object of constant solicitation. Mwana Muke dared not doze even an instant, unless the herd was in the depths of the forest far from the haunts of the flambent-flamed eyes of the king of beasts. Yet she found infinite joy in her ceaseless vigil, and knew beyond doubt that hers was the largest baby in the entire region. The herd lived during the rains in the highlands that divided the Congo from the Nile. The harassed villagers endeavored to frighten the gigantic beasts with sound of drums and light of fires, but the elephants had learned through long experience that there was little to fear from these strange, dark-skinned. two-legged animals. Mwana Muke. leader of the herd, knew that grain was stored in the communal store-house in the center of the village. He trumpeted loudly, and to this place he led his followers. Placing his head against the fragile side of the hut, he easily pushed it earthward, scattering the millet about. This was greedily gathered up by the hungry beasts, little fearing the fleeing villagers, who thought only of their lives. Even Mwana Muke for a few precious moments forgot her little Tembo. This was the first time that Tembo had ever been alone, even for a brief moment. He was a little afraid at first: but finding no hurt or danger, he decided to explore the village. He chased fleeing blacks, hastening them on their way with fierce trumpetings and flapping of his ears. He even followed the fugitives into the bush, losing sight of his fellows as he lumbered along the path in the tall grass. This was great fun, and without thought of safely returning to his mother, he kept on. Soon the turmoil of the feeding herd became distant. The fleeing blacks had disappeared, and Tembo began to be afraid. He called frantically for his mother, but heard no response. In his fear, he rushed blindly along the path, hoping to meet some of his fellow elephants. The sounds of the village were lost to him, causing his terror to increase. T hen, as hr reached an open space, the earth seemed to fall downward. Tembo had fallen into an elephant pit dug by the cunning natives of the village. The grain was quickly gathered up by the hungry elephants. Remarkable it was how completely the gigantic animals swept the earth clean of the millet. Then Mwana Muke became aware of her baby's absence. Hurriedly she began to search for Tembo, giving shrill calls the while. Her solicitude infected the other members of the herd, though none of them knew the cause or her trouble. She somehow connected the fugitive inhabitants of the village with Tembo's disappearance, and hastened in the direction the people had fled. She called as she ran, and in a few moments came upon the clearing where the trap had been dug. Many of the herd had followed her, and in the pandemonium caused by their stampede they drove into the open a native hidden near the pit. It required but a moment for the angry Mwana Muke to crush the life from this unfortunate victim. With the precision of a born leader, Mwana Muke, the great herd bull. Page Thirty -------------------------JPul 7 Laqrutt called two of the largest tuskers and placed one on either side of the pit where Tembo had been ensnared and was now on his feet struggling vainly to reach the surface. The two chosen by Mwana Muke began to spade the earth with their tusks, gradually filling the pit while the baby stepped higher with each clump of dirt dislodged. Within ten minutes he was free, returned to his mother, who had been kept back by the herd leader during the filling of the pit. Thus the education of Tembo proceeded, and he increased in knowledge with the passing years. His bravery was tempered with caution, and he learned to heed the calls of warning sounded by those more experienced than himself. A year later he was mauled by a hungry lion, but his strength was sufficient to combat the big cat until his mother came to the rescue. Again the rapidly growing Tembo was wounded by a spear flung from a tree as he passed. This he tore from his flesh with his trunk, and never again did he forget the warning scent he had ignored just before reaching this thick-foliaged tree. In ten years Tembo was a full-fledged member of the herd. In the fullness of time his tusks were grown. Tembo was now full forty years of age, and in the full pride of his elephanthood. He had displaced Mwana Muke as leader of the herd, but Tembo was a benevolent leader and did not drive his former leader from the family group, as is common among these animals. It was now seven years since Tembo had assumed leadership. He had never relaxed in his vigilance, and because of this watchfulness he had from time to time saved many of his fellows from an awful death. Now the dry season had come, and the herd was slowly making its way toward the feeding grounds in the swamps of the Nile’s backwaters. Much of the country had been burned by the hunting natives, but here and there lay large tracts that had escaped the fire. To one of these Tembo led his charges, both to escape the heat of the day and to hide during the daylight hours. It was an ideal resting place, for in the midst of this wide tract of grass was a living stream well shaded by giant evergreen trees. There were now more than six hundred elephants under Tembo's leadership; and some of the young bulls were becoming restive, threatening to challenge their leader to a fight for the command of the herd. Yet none had dared attack him. Tembo was a full ten-and-one-half feet tall at the shoulder, while his foot left a mark two feet in diameter. To the keen scent of the hidden animals came familiar smells of black men. This ordinarily would have caused no alarm, but it grew in volume and was accompanied with a throbbing of drums that boded no good to Tembo's ears. He had under him several bulls with whom he shared leadership in times of danger, and now he placed these on the flanks of the herd, driving them deeper into the shade of the forest. It was well he did this, for soon gigantic walls of flame burst on every side. Flames leaped thirty feet in height, driving before them terror-stricken antelopes and squealing pigs trying to escape the fire. Mwana Muke. now mother of a youngster much like Tembo was so long ago, crowded her baby into a pool, where she covered him with grass plucked from the banks with her trunk. This she wet constantly with water drawn in her trunk to keep the little one from suffocating as well as burning, having no thought for herself. Other mothers did likewise to their offspring, while the great bulls braved the approaching flames and kept those whose nerves were not equal to the task of facing the danger from stampeding. The wind-driven flame came rapidly down on the forest. There was an awful outburst as it reached the margin of Page Thirty-one JhsL VYlciqn L the pool, where it died slowly, and with it the tremendous heat and smoke that had all but suffocated many of the herd. Following as near as they dared in the wake of the fire, came more than a thousand natives. Under the direction of their chiefs they had fired the grass simultaneously on every side, hoping to slay the entire herd, or at least some of them. Tembo they knew by sight, and there were those who hoped to find his body burned. But now Tembo showed his superior intelligence. He signaled to his charges to remain quiet until he directed otherwise. As the excited blacks came nearer, this was a difficult task, for the younger elephants were ready to stampede. The fear of Tembo’s wrath was greater, however, than their fear of the blaze, and at last the given signal came, to charge. Those who survived that day are counted heroes by their fellows now. Tembo had marshaled his force to reach over a wide front in order to reach as many of the enemy as possible. The hunters were bewildered by so unusual a scene until it was too late to flee. The direction of the charge was toward the swamp refuge, but somehow Tembo delayed his forces until all within the line of march had been trampled under the ponderous feet of the charging elephants. Within ten minutes it was all over as far as Tembo was concerned. He did not delay to follow those who had escaped, but gathered his larger bulls behind the herd and hastened all to the safety of the papyrus refuge. Not an elephant was missing, though dozens of antelopes, pigs, four giraffes, and a rhinoceros had fallen prey to the hungry flames. After this there was no questioning his leadership. Even the young bulls deferred to his judgment, and long he directed the destinies of his fellows with discretion and benevolence. At last there came a change in administration among the rulers of men in this district, and now not only Tembo’s herd, but all elephants in this vast territory are protected by those who once sought to destroy them. From time to time come reports of a herd leader of such gigantic size that men are prone to question the veracity of the speaker, thinking him to be a teller of tales of fiction. Yet those who know the Bahr El Ghazal do not doubt them, for with the passing years Tembo has realized that men have changed, and instead of wanting to destroy him and his fellows, they are to be protected. SILVER WINGS (Dedicated to Amelia Earhart) Eulalia Knobloch Into the western sunset, Out o’er the westward sea, A great bird went sailing With silver, spreading wings: Into the western sunset, To an isle in the westward sea, A tropical isle where the moonlight shines On broken, silver wings: To a coral cave where the land-bird sank With broken, silver wings..... Now may she fly in Heaven. Exchanging the old for new: Exchanging the spreading, silver wings For a pair like the angels use. Page Thirty-two JJul Vtloiqn L - Rover Tom Tooke Co. It was back in the days of the turn of the last century. Up in New York State old Charlie McGrath had lived on Crow Hill all his life, never having anv desire to move or go any farther from home than the county seat. He lived with his family, his cattle, his horses, and the pride and joy of his life, Rover, a three-year-old collie, whom Charlie claimed was the smartest dern dog in the United States. Charlie had one other hobby—he loved to trade horses almost as much as he loved Rover, and invariably Charlie came out on top in a horse trade. But there was one deal in which Charlie almost met his match. Charlie had a son. Bill, who had just been graduated from the village Academy, and Charlie decided to send Bill down to Cornell to take the agricultural course. Perhaps he would never have been persuaded to take this forward step had he not been beaten for the first time in ten years in a horse deal. Great Aunt Jemima! he said. To think there is somethin' about horses I don’t know! So Bill went to college, got to running around with the boys, and liked it. The one drawback was old Charlie’s Scotchness in not giving him enough spending money. That would have to be remedied some way. Bill did pretty well at college though, and returned home for the summer. Bill worked on the farm that summer and was always bragging about college. He talked and talked to his father about horses and dogs—especially about the wonderful animal course which they had at Cornell. Dad,” exclaimed Bill for the hundredth time at the dinner table, you know it is marvelous what they can train animals to do at Cornell. They can teach a dog to do anything you say. Why don t you send Rover down to take the course? Why, I’ll bet they could teach a smart dog like Rover enough psychology that he'd run any man oft the farm who seemed likely to beat you in a horse trade.” Eh? said old Charlie. Psych — beat me in a horse trade! W-w-well, I'll think about it.” For the next month Bill, knowing his father, referred only occasionally and then very casually to the subject of debate between them; and sure enough, a week before school opened, Charlie gave Bill twenty-five dollars and told him to take Rover down to college with him and enroll him in the famous animal course. So Bill took Rover on the train with him, but when they changed trains at Syracuse, he sold Rover to a hack-driver for ten dollars. Then Bill went on to Ithaca and forgot all about Rover except in his letters home, when he was careful to mention how well Rover was getting along. Bill had a corking good time on the thirty-five dollars. About a week before Christmas vacation, however, Bill became a little worried and began to wonder what he was going to tell his dad when he got home. But Bill was the type of boy who did not think much about anything until the crisis confronted him. When he got off the train at the home station, there was Charlie. Where’s Rover, Bill? demanded Charlie. Oh! replied Bill, his brain working very fast, I couldn’t bring Rover home with me; that would stop his training and perhaps ruin his next semester. Why, I can’t bring him home until summer. Charlie accepted this explanation willingly enough when reminded by Bill what a help Rover would be to him that summer. Page Thirty-three u---------------■—JhsL Vyiaqn L But in June, when Bill stepped from the train without the dog. his father was no in such gentle mood. Bill, Charlie demanded gruffly, Where is Rover? Well, Dad. it's like this, firmly replied Bill. Rover was getting along great, when suddenly, about a month ago, his learning took a turn for the worse. So his trainers talked with me and. after a four-hour conference, I decided to leave him there for the summer term.” Charlie accepted this story, but not as readily as the first time, especially when he learned he had to give Bill another twenty-five dollars to send to the school authorities. All summer Bill worked on the farm, constantly assuring his father that when he went back to college he would send Rover to him then. Bill went back to college that fall. After two weeks and no sign of Rover, Charlie wrote to Bill and demanded the whereabouts of the dog. Bill replied with a lengthy letter, the text of which was as follows: When I arrived at college, I went at once to see Rover. Dad. you could have knocked me over with a feather. That dog said. Hello, Bill!’ when I walked in. The authorities are keeping Rover here now to train him to speak. I'll sure bring him home at Christmas to show you. At last Bill stepped from the train at Christmas, and Charlie ran up and yelled for Rover. Dad, said Bill solemnly. I’ll tell you the whole story on the way home...... Well, Dad, you see it was this way. Night before last, Rover came up to my room to see me. We talked over old t;mes on the farm, and you should have heard that dog talk! He got to telling me some old stories that I never heard before. He remembered our cow, Old Brindle. and told me that you had bought that cow with three others. He said you and he went down to the lot where the cows were and drove out the four cows you had bought and another one you did not buy. You kept the extra cow hid until things blew over, swearing to everybody you never saw the cow. Of course. Dad. it made me mad as hops. Then he started telling about your selling Bess, the gray mare, to John Grange, and how you swore that mare was gentle, when you knew she wasn t. The next day John's wife drove Bess, and she wrecked the wagon and broke both of Mrs. Grange's legs. And, Dad, that made me so hopping mad that I just got a pistol and shot and killed that dog! Old Charlie swallowed, and grabbed his son firmly on the knee. Are you sure that he is dead? he said. And so it looked as if old Charlie had been beaten at his own sort of game this time for sure. But wait ! Early the next morning there was a scratching at the kitchen door, accompanied by a familiar whine; and when Charlie opened the door, who should trot in but Rover, dragging the frayed rope by which he had been tied ever since the hack-driver had bought him—and delirious with joy. Old Charlie was so pleased, that for the time being he forgot all about the fifty dollars he had paid out for tuition; and when he did finally remember, all he said was, Well. Rover, we still seem to understand each other, even if you have forgot all that marvelous vocabulary you was acquirin' up to Ithacy! But Bill, listening, knew that he would have to make good that fifty bucks. Page Tbitty-fou r ----------— JhsL 'YYlaqtudL --------------------------------------------- The Will of God Arthur Kelly Mr. Johnson strode happily down the wide street of a busy town. He had much to be happy over, for tomorrow he was retiring from business. He had been in partnership with Mr. Evans, but he was retiring in favor of his son. just graduated from college. That was the reason he was so late coming home from the office tonight. Suddenly all the noise of the city stopped, and everything was absolutely silent. As he rounded the corner a tall, lean figure silhouetted in the moonlight lifted a small object from his pocket, took careful aim and pulled the trigger. With a flash a shot rang through the street and Mr. Johnson lunged forward and plunged headlong on his face. His mission completed, the stealthy figure was lost in the gloom of the night. All that night the worried Mrs. Johnson walked the floor. Jim, her husband. had never stayed this late at the office before. Suddenly the phone rang. She jumped frantically for the receiver. It would have been better had she not answered it, for it brought her the news of her husband s death, shot in the back by an unknown assailant. About two hours later her son, Dick, came in from a gay party with his friends. He was extremeful mournful when he heard of his father's death. The next morning Mr. Evans called at the Johnson home. He was a young-looking man. tall, with furtive eyes and a mustache that twitched nervously as he spoke. I’m sorry to learn what has happened. If there s anything I can do. I'd be glad to— There is nothing to be done now, Mrs. Johnson said sadly. Well, if there is, just let me know. I will. She turned and walked towards the window. While her back was turned, with a quick movement Mr. Evans transferred a shiny object from his pocket into a nearby drawer. With that done, he left. That afternoon a secret telephone call led the police to search the Johnson residence. It resulted in the discovery of the weapon of destruction, the gun. Young Dick was charged with the murder. He protested that he had been at a party on the fatal night, but his alibi was broken, for it was found he had left the party about seven o'clock to go for a ride by himself, returning to his friends in about an hour. Everything pointed to him. When Mr. Johnson’s will was read, it was found he had left his share in the partnership to Mr. Evans. Everything else was left to his wife. But what else was there? He had all his capital tied up in his business. It left her almost penniless. Was this the way her husband provided for her? Surely he didn't mean it this way. When her son's trial came up, she had no money to get a good lawyer. A short, glamorous trial followed in which Dick was found guilty of first degree murder and was sentenced to die in the electric chair. Weeks passed, and a new trial was denied. In less than a week he must die. Again Mrs. Johnson received a call from Mr. Evans. I came over to see if I could do something to help you, he commented. You can help me. Help me save my son. I know he isn't guilty. He didn’t kill his father. Having heard the evidence. I have no doubt that the boy is guilty. Anyway, where could the gun have come from?” I don't know. I never saw it before, and Dick says he had never seen it Page Thirty-file JhsL 1 TflcujrwL ----------------------------------- until the police found it in our house. It's queer how it got there. Somebody must have put it there intentionally. But you must help us now while there is still time left. I'm sorry, but I can do nothing to help him.” But you can! Help free my son! Use some of the money Jim left you to hire a new lawyer.” What! Use his money to free his murderer? Never! With that he threw his coat over his arm and prepared to leave. I’ll see, however, that you are never in want. With that he left, not noticing the small diary which had fallen from his coat pocket. Neither did Mrs. Johnson. She was too grief-stricken to notice anything of slight concern, when her son was soon to be executed for a crime he didn’t commit. Days and nights of anxious waiting followed. Only the slightest trace of hope remained with Mrs. Johnson as the day dawned for the execution. Hoping against hope, she sat waiting for an answer to her last appeal to the governor. The pencil she was nervously fidgeting with slipped from her hand and rolled underneath the sofa. She reached under to regain it and her hand came in contact with a small book. It was a diary. On it were engraved the initials, J. P. E. She absently leafed through it, when suddenly she came across this line. My plan has worked very well and now I am sole owner of the business. Could this belong to Mr. Evans? It explained a lot of things to her. The gun. The evidence. His refusal to help. Now her son was to die because of him. She must save him. Hurriedly she reached for the phone to communicate this find to the governor. She hysterically related its details. But her effort was useless: already her son was receiving the fatal charge that was to rob his body of life. When the governor informed her that the sentence had already been carried out. she fell in a faint—a dead faint from which she never arose. She had died instantly from shock. And Mr. Evans? Some days later, at a busy intersection of the city, a man was making his way across, a youngish man with furtive eyes and a nervous manner. He did not notice the speeding roadster coming up behind him. With the screaming shrill of brakes and the thud of a lifeless body against steel it hit, and Mr. Evans lay dead in the street, having received his just reward from One mightier than the courts of the land. All was over now. A whole family had been slaughtered by the ruthless ambition of one man; but he never lived to enjoy his ill-gained wealth. THE VOYAGE Jane Henderson Take a ship, a captain, crew. Cloudless sky. an ocean blue. Guide the ship through storm and thunder, Though the ship be wrecked asunder, Find an island packed with thrills. Creepy things that give you chills— That's adventure: in your heart You’re a hero, play your part. Page Thirty-six — JPul TyiaqnsiL Rime of the Worthy Senior (with apologies to Coleridge) Norma Hetrick It is a worthy Senior. And he stoppeth one of three. By thy long grave face and arm full of books. Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The classroom doors are opened wide, And 1 must now go in; The kids’ are met. the test is set: Mayest hear the mournful din.'' He holds him with his lanky hand. 'There was a Senior, quoth he. Hold off! unhand me. Senior sir!” Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye— The Freshman then stood still, And listens like a three-years child: The Senior hath his will. The Freshman sat upon the stair; He cannot choose but hear; And thus spoke on that worthy man. That wearied Senior. I started on the grades.” said he, So cheery and so bright; I took my books home every day And studied half the night. 1 passed through all the grades until To Junior High I came. For deeds I did accomplish there They still recall my name. When I entered Senior High My heart was full of glee; How soon that mood did pass away— It was so sad to see. Alone, alone, all. all, alone, Alone in the great wide hall; The upper classmen hurried by And stared at me. one and all. Four months I worked both long and hard; I studied day and night. My Freshman year was not so bad, Though Latin was a fright. Geometry was next to cause Me trouble all the while; Then four more months I struggled on — 1 could not wear a smile. These studies twain were just a snap Compared to what came then — Junior English History And the Army of Standing Men. We cursed Dear Teacher' with our eye, And without sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump. We dropped down one by one. But when that subject I had passed, B Senior subjects, too, I joined the worthy Senior Class— And met my Waterloo. Oh, dream of joy, is this indeed A diploma that I see? After all these years of work Are they going to give it to me? Next day I walked to second floor And into the library room; I sat me down at the table small. Not knowing here was my doom. For I’d forgotten the unwritten law Laid down to all who come: Whene'er you enter the library door You must thrown away your gum.’ Over my book I bent my head And studied all the while— I failed to hear that stately tread Advancing down the aisle. I felt that hand upon my arm; 1 could not move at all. Her tones, they came so low and clear: One week in study hall!’ And since that week I now am doomed Through each and ever year, To tell this tale to some poor Frosh Mid many a groan and tear. The moral of this tale, dear friends. Is Never more chew gum, For if you do, your fate may be Like mine, in years to come’.” Page Thirty-seven ------3Pul Ifl Tjoucprvd JL ike to ecul Advent u ie S to ties ? A Bushmaster Arthur Kelly The western rays of the setting sun were gleaming on us as we proceeded down the solitary trail from Kalacoon, in British Guiana. Nupee, our guide, swung silently along, although he had been hunting all day, and had procured a fine catch. Suddenly he gasped: Huge labaria, yards long! Big as leg!” This announcement caused quite a commotion, as the bushmaster (our name for the labaria) is the most poisonous snake in this part of the country, and, indeed, on the whole continent. He is feared by all, and in turn fears no one, except the dreaded hunting ant, before which the whole jungle gives way. So I came forward very cautiously indeed, to look at the spot where Nupee’s finger pointed. Before I reached Nupee, the snake had moved its slimy body, causing a panic among the natives. Trembling, I looked at the spot and saw—dead leaves. Knowing well the color of the bushmaster, I gazed hard, but could only make out—dead leaves. For a full three minutes I gazed hopelessly at these leaves before I distinctly saw a snake. The color and patterns of the snake was that of the jungle floor, any place. We carefully examined our equipment, with which we were about to attempt to capture him alive for the zoo, to make sure it would withstand his ferocious attack; and also we looked for a possible means of escape, should it be necessary. Nupee was sent hurriedly to cut forked sticks with which to pin the snake to the earth, should the case require. The rest of our party approached from three sides, bringing snake-pole, free noose, and gun. No prediction could be made as to the outcome, but we must be careful. A noose was dangling in front of our quarry, at which he struck back, not knowing of or suspecting man's trickery. Immediately followed the warning of his ferocity, the sharp sound of rattles. His tail disappeared and the jungle resounded with the sound of the sinister, whirring rattles. Seeing that he had not scared his foes, he strategically retreated, not because of fear, but because he did not understand this invader who did not fear him nor his dreaded reputation. He withdrew slowly and deliberately, showing no fear. He was heading for an open space, so no attempt to head him off was made. My rifle slowly kept pace with his moves all this time. In the open space the pole-man awaited him, with the noose spread at the end of a stout, long pole, right in his path. Nearer and nearer the snake came; then he slowly put his head through the noose without sensing any danger. The rope jerked taut, and the struggle for freedom and life was on. The snake lashed and curled, rolled and whirled, and jumped and sprang, but to no avail; he was caught. Each of us prayed that the noose would hold at this tense moment. The struggle was yet only half won, for we had to get close enough to grab him barehanded. Finally, securing holds behind the head, we held on for dear life. Bring a rifle! Pin him down firmly!' I yelled, hoping against hope that Nupee would get there in time with those forked sticks. When we finally held him secure, our bushmaster opened his mouth, revealing gasping white tissue and erect inch-long fangs, each hidden beneath its sheath, but harmless as long as we held him thus. Page Thirty-eight —— ---------------— JhsL IfYlaqn L ---------------------- —= When once conquered, he ceased to struggle. Nupee appeared at this moment with the much-needed forked sticks, unashamed, for every native is afraid of the ‘ devil snake.” Picking up the wrecks of the battle, equipment strewn everywhere, he followed us along. Many a time we slipped and slid in the dark, on the rough trail, for by now the sun had set. As we passed along, now and then a shudder would pass through each of us. including the great serpent. It was a great stress for our physical endurance to hold on, for his scales were like steel knives and ripped the skin with each move. When we reached our destination, the skin was almost ripped and scraped off our hands. When we arrived at our camp, we cleaned the snake and. measuring him, found he reached a length of eight and one-half feet; then we put him into a wire cage until he could be sent to a zoo in New York and receive roomier quarters. Thus came the climax of the age-old struggle in the most usual way: Man Triumphs Over Animals. Do you want to read more of these adventures? This one and many others are related in the stirring story by William Beebe. Jungle Peace, relating his experiences in the British Guiana wildernesses in South America. Read it ! You’ll enjoy any tale by the great explorer and scientist. William Beebe. Hunting the Cachalots Warren Weisenstein New Zealand ! Do its waves whisper still of the old whaling days when stout fishing schooners with their hardy crews raced to see who could first capture his quota of cachalots from the schools of these huge fishes that abounded in that region? Certainly the work was no child's play. Let an old sailor himself tell you; All other thoughts left my mind when, just after we had lowered our boats away from the ship for the light. I saw a monster head, not one hundred feet away, making straight for us. I had barely time to swing the boat out of his path when the great whale roared past us in a sea of foam. Samuela, a native harpooner who was with me in the boat, made a direct hit, sinking a harpoon deep into the cachalot’s blubber. Roaring past us, he headed straight for the ship, which I feared he would dash to pieces and destroy. I held my breath for the crash; but at the last moment, he dived and passed beneath the ship. Although we let the line go immediately, it was not soon enough to prevent our crashing against the side of the ship, nearly finishing our boat. But we would not give up. The whale was coming again; and. this being my first trip, I was determined not to disgrace my ship or myself by losing the fight. Mustering together all my skill and strength. I dodged the beast for some twenty minutes as, time after time, he made terrific rushes at us. But at last, the whole affair growing monotonous, I was caught off guard. The bottom seem to fall out of my stomach when, after a wild sweep at us, the whale stopped dead in his tracks, lifted his flukes, and brought them down with such force that he smashed into small pieces both oars on that side of the boat. This disablement would certainly have led to disaster but for Samuela. Seizing exactly the right moment, he sent his lance hurtling into the beast's most vital spot. The blood spouted forth, and without another wound, he went into his Page Thirty-nine - - JhsL WloiqnfiL • flurry and died. We had captured our last cachalot—our ship would be the first to weigh anchor and start for home.” Thus Frank Bullen. writing in his book. Hunting the Cachalots, tells of some of his experiences on a Yankee whaling boat. At the age of twelve he shipped on his first vessel, The Cachalot, to hunt the beast for which the boat was named. Cachalot, as you have guessed from the story, is another name for sperm whale, which makes its home in southern waters. A male cachalot is often eighty feet long and thirty or thirty-five feet in diameter. Hunting them is a sport which passed with the old whaling days, much to the regret of every boy who reads this story. The Island of Nightingales'' Jane Henderson Make the world a bit more beautiful and better because you have been in it. Such was the motto of the sturdy, blue-eyed young lawyer for whom King William of Holland sent one day. Jonathan.” he said. I am appointing you head of a council to take charge of cleaning up that island in the North Sea, just off our coast. It is a barren little place and I have neglected it, but it has become a haven for some roguish pirate band. Rid it of them, and you shall be mayor of the island. And judge, too !” No easy assignment that for one young man. but he did it. After a hard struggle the pirates were wiped out. Moreover, Jonathan became so interested in his barren little isle that he decided to make his abode on that wind-swept waste land. Calling his hardy followers together, he told them: An ugly place is ugly only because it is not beautiful. We can make this island beautiful, if we so desire. First, we shall plant trees. Troops of trees, along the coast line.” Impossible ! Absurd ! Nothing will thrive in this rocky earth ! One by one the council frowned upon this unheardof idea. Undaunted. Jonathan himself set out fifty trees on the shore, and waited with bated breath while they withstood the storms, and grew to have strong, leafy branches. Birds from everywhere took refuge in these boughs, and the rarest and most beautiful of them made their homes there. Once a pair of storm-driven nightingales found the island and mated there; their wonderful notes thrilled the souls of the natives; and as dusk fell upon the seabound strip of land, the women and children would come to the square and listen to the evening notes of the birds of golden song. The two nightingales soon grew into a colony, and within a few years so rich was the island in its nightingales that over to the Dutch coast and throughout the land and into other countries spread their fame. Proudly the islanders named their land The Island of Nightingales.” The mayor-judge, seeing the success of his island was beginning to be realized, furthered his adventure by planting trees each year, and by bringing a bride to his bleak home—a bride whose courageous spirit matched his own. I shall raise our children while you raise your trees, and they shall be worthy of this island where you have created for them a home,” she announced, and quietly set about to do that very thing, in such a way that one friend said of it afterwards: Theirs was such a home that once you had been in it, you felt you must be of it, and that if you couldn’t marry one of the daughters, you would have been glad to have married the cook.” Page Forty -—-------------------JhsL Tyiaqn JL When they were grown up, the children were summoned to their mother, who told them the story of their father and this island. After the story was ended, she added: And now, each in your own way and place, do as your father has done: make you the world a bit more beautiful and better because you have been in it.” The way in which they carried out her words was wonderful. One son helped to build a new nation in South Africa; another became a clergyman, doing great work among the Dutch; a third rescued the famous explorer, Heinrich Schliemann, from drowning, regardless of his own safety. One daughter married, and inspired her husband's great works in philosophy; another stayed at home to care unselfishly for one who could no longer see. And so it went, the eight boys and girls each making a place for himself; an adventure, great or small in the world. Back home the trees are now majestic in their height or forty or more feet, for it is a hundred years since the young attorney went to the island and planted the first trees; today the churchyard where he lies is a bower of cool green above his grave, but his memory still lives on. He was one man who created his own adventure, and paved the way for the adventures of others by glorifying a most unpromising task which had been given him to do. This story is not fiction: it is the story of the grandfather of Edward Bok, who for so many years was a great editor in our own America, and who, because of this tradition in his family, established the bird sanctuary at the famous Singing Tower in Florida. Editor’s Note: Facts and quotations in this article are from The Americanization of Edward Bok, by permission of Charles Scribner's Sons. You will find the book eery much worthwhile. Across the Malay Peninsula Lewis Hummel For real adventure, perhaps no story is more thrilling than that of Richard Halliburton and his college chum who, after graduation, started out with just the money realized from the sale of the furniture of their college room, to make a tour of the world. Their adventures are perhaps more thrilling to read about than to experience. The chum finally got enough of the romantic and turned back, but Halliburton kept on, never satisfied with thrills. His trip across the Malay peninsua is only one of many interesting places in his book: It was at the very worst time of year, the monsoon season, that he decided to cross the Malay peninsula with only a native for a guide. His chief reason for wanting to cross then was that it just was not done. To make matters worse, he had no maps, no compass, no interpreter. Everyone thought that his plan would be the death of him. Nevertheless, he determined to go. He traveled first in a big dugout down a river infested with crocodiles and overhung with branches. He finally landed safely, however, at the place from which he was to start his overland journey on foot. The village chief there said that it was not safe to go on because the steady rains had made great pools of water through which he would have to wade, and the mud was so deep that even an elephant could not get through. But Richard started out in the tropical downpour, with mud and water up to his knees at every step. Some of the rivers he could not ford and he had to swim across. After what seemed ages, he passed Page Forty-one JAsl TlflaqnsiL ————— a small village, where he learned that he had come twelve miles and had twenty-eight more to go. Here he slept over night in a hard bed eight feet above the flooded ground. At daybreak a terrific storm attacked the jungle. A bamboo thicket went down with a noise like thunder, and the wind roared with a deafening sound through the tree tops. When the storm had passed over, the trail was in a worse condition than ever, but the sun began to shine at intervals, so he went on again. He now began to see many wild animals and birds. While stepping through some grass to avoid a deep mud puddle, all at once his blood froze in his veins—he had stepped directly on a cobra’s nest ! Swiftly the deadly snake wrapped itself around his ankle, and held its head about two inches from his leg. A cobra's bite will kill a dog in fifteen minutes, and he knew he was miles away from any assistance. If he were bitten, he would die and remain buried in this jungle. Half dazed, he struck desperately at the cobra’s head with his cane and by a miracle he succeeded in knocking it from his ankle. Quickly jumping aside, he ran forward as fast as he could through the mud after his guide, who had been unaware of his danger. After he was safely away, however, the reaction from his fright drove his strength from him, and he fell in the soft mud. With the help of his coolie, he got up and began again his weary plodding. About the end of the third day, he climbed to the top of a little hill from which he could at last locate his position. Again he became weak in the knees, but this time from joy, for there, about a half mile ahead, was the ocean, his goal ! Along the shore was a railroad which would take him to Bangkok. If you want to read what he did there, and many other interesting adventures, try his Royal Road to Romance. A Wall of Fire Alyce Arnovitz We won't give up ! Today, perhaps, we die, brothers ! But we shall die like men ! We shall die fighting !” So said the handful of Armenians who had rebelled against the tryanical rule of the Turks. Their leader was Stephan, a prominent, wealthy Armenian whose ancestral family had founded this small village at the foot of the mountain called Musa Dagh, in Asia Minor. Stephan had lived most of his adult life in France and had returned to Turkey only shortly before, to use his education to aid his countrymen. He had conceived the idea of using Musa Dagh as an Armenian fortress, and it was the third day of the fiercest battle of the entire rebellion. The courageous Armenians knew that they could no longer withstand the murderous onslaught of their stronger foe. Each man turned to the next, and their eyes said, Today we die, brother! But we shall die like men — fighting!’’ And. with the strength that only courage can give, they returned to their guns. Captain,” they shouted to their leader, ammunition ! We must have ammunition !” Blankly, Stephan stared back at them, and with a voice that came from the depths of despair, answered, There is no more !” The men looked at each other, weakly— Today we die, brother ! Stephan turned and gazed at the setting sun. It is a red ball of fire—fire ....!” (Continued on Page Seventy) Page Forty-two JhjL TlflaqjnsL StGEORGEANO THE DHAG ON Carmen Tom Tooke Class Pees dent Pantom ne Pearl and Alyce SPec AL t es Dh ll JhsL 1 YlajqnsdL Class Night Class Night was opened with an address by our President, Tom Tooke. The remainder of the evening was devoted to a program in which the following took part : St. George and the Dragon St. George .......... Bob Crissman Princess ........ Dorothy Walters King ............Albert Bauer..... Dragon . .Jim Grobe. Ernest Kemper Carmen Carmen ............. Mary Hulton Duenna ...................Florence Close Don Jose .....................Bob Cohn His Rival ..................... Bob Reiber Bull...........Ed Novak. Bob Filer Specialties Virginia DeMar Louis Hummel William Milleman Stanley Rudiak The Lights Went Out Narrator .................... Dick Thompson Heroine .......... Thea McDonald Mother ...................... Joan Craig Hero ................Dino Lavorini Villain ......................Paul Eisler Drill Eulalia Knobloch. Helen Bennett. Virginia Herold, Pauline Kemper. Viola Tollen, Harvey McCandless. Orville Porterfield, John Lyon, Warren Weisenstein Quartette Karl Kleeb Robert Haben Robert Reiber Dino Lavorini A Skit Pearl Arnovitz Alyce Arnovitz The Banquet Our banquet committee, headed by Warren Weisenstein. certainly planned for us an enjoyable banquet. It was held at the Willard Hotel on the evening of January 19. The invocation was pronounced by Miss Doerr, and after the sumptuous repast, the following program was announced by the toastmaster. Richard Thompson : Music....A Senior Orchestra (directed by Stanley Rudiak) To the Class..............................Miss Wigton To the Girls....................................Robert Cohn Piano Solo .............................Louis Hummel To the Boys.......................................Joan Craig Tap Dance.............................Virginia DeMar Remarks...............................Prof. Anderson Music...............................A Senior Orchestra Page Forty-five JhiL VTUupwt HONOR STUDENTS Bottom (left to right)—Arthur Kelly, Marjorie Phillips, Norma Jane Hetrick, Betty Ackerman Top—Louise Stewart, Tom Tooke, Betty Linamen, Valedictorian; Bernard Zaritzky, Salutatorian Commencement The Commencement program this year centers around the theme Island Possessions and Island Nations, which was ably developed by the following students : The Strategic Importance of Islands.........Bernard Zaritzky (Salutatorian) Island Nations.................................Arthur Kelly Island Resorts..................................Norma Hetrick Island Prisons...............................Betty Ackerman Islands of Literature..........................Louise Stewart Australia................................... Marjorie Phillips On the Trail of the China Clipper............Betty Linamen (Valedictorian) Page Forty-six JhsL TVlaqn L Baccalaureate The Baccalaureate Services, held in the auditorium Sunday, January 16, marked the beginning of the graduation exercises of the Seniors. The stately traditional procession was followed by an address by the speaker, the Reverend ....................... pastor of the ........................ His message was very hopeful and inspiring. The Class, under the direction of Mr. Dryden, sang ........................................... Farewell Farewell morning, Friday, January 21st, found a group of half-glad, half-sad Seniors on the platform. Glad we were graduating, and sorry we had to leave Butler High. The various committees were read by the chairmen, after which Tom Tooke presented the school with the picture ............. by........................ This was accepted for the school by Arthur Black. president of B Seniors, and by ........................... for the faculty. Also these various awards were presented to deserving members of the class : The D. A. R. Award, presented by ................................... to................................... The Tuesday Musical Club Award, presented by ....................... to................................... V. F. W. Trophy, presented by ...................................... to................................... V. F. W. Auxiliary Trophy, presented by ............................ to................................... Page Forty-sei en BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL BAND F,rst Row (Wt “ right) M. Patten, D. Perozok, K. Hilliard, P. Bovard, G. Mackey, J. Montcrfont, W. Eisler, P. Wilson, D. Henney, C. Hummel, R. Naugle Second Row-—C. Dickey, D. Starr, R. Shakely, W. Myers, R. Beck, A. Fennel, W. Pithers, H. Wissinger, A. Bauman, N. Russin Third Rovt H. Holliday, J. Beck, R. Overcashier, M. Fleeger, V. Westcrman, D. Horlacher, L. Hummel, A. Snyder, R. Hansette, C. Sutton, J. Scohier, Director Back Row—R. English, W. Milleman, J. Gregg, R. Biehl, F. Donaldson, P. Burtner, J. Nesbit, E. Laborie, J. Patterson, J. West, A. McKee, J. Rodgers, P. Van Gorder, J. Regis MIXED CHORUS First Row—A. Tunstall. J. Spider, L. Leppart, D. Hoch, J. Grant, E. Simpson, B. Ritter, N. Sandbach, J. Spider, A. Chamin, B. Graham, D. Gardner, P. Heath, J. Eaton Second Row—J. Scott, M. Graff, D. Conterno, L. Stewart, M. Hulton, J. Morris, J. Lewis, E. Wheeler, M. Kunze, V. DeMar, V. Davidson, R. Krisko, C. McCoy, B. Jack, M. Daugherty, E. MacKinney. Third Row—R. McCaslin, Wm. Forshey, A. Black, D. Wagner, D. Carlson, G. Mackey, V. Yost, E. Beatty, E. Byers, R. Walsh, D. Lav- orini, N. Russin, R. Reiber, N. Napora, V. Murtland. Fourth Row----Chas. Lynch, Wm. Snow, R. Kramer, G. Varnum, C. Kleeb (student conductor), Wm. Murrin, I-.. Morey. H. Foster, R. Hib«n, A. K.. Johnson, F. Foster, Wm. Ritson. E. Johnson, Mr. Dryden, vocal music instructor JhsL Vftjaqn L Invitation Memorial Ticket of Committees Banquet Magnet Music Class Night JhsL VnaqwriL PLAY CAST Front Row—Jean Faton, Mary Hulton, Thom Martin, Ruth Otterson, Howard Vcnsel, Joan Craig Back Row—Virginia Kemper, Rob Reiber, Dorothy Gardner, Carl Fisher, Virginia DeMar, Edward DeLair, Miss Montgomery, Bob Cohn Peg O' My Heart (One of the most successful plays ever given by Butler Senior High School) Characters Bennet. the maid ............ Jarvis, the butler........... Mrs. Chichester ............. Ether Chichester ............ Alaric Chichester ........... Christian Brent ............. Peg O’Connel ................ Montgomery Hawks, solicitor Jerry Adair ................. ........... Virginia Kemper .............. Robert Reiber ................ Mary Hulton ( Thursday, Dorothy Gardner ) Friday, Virginia DeMar .............. Howard Vensel .................. Carl Fisher .............. Ruth Otterson ................. Robert Cohn ................ Thom Martin Understudies .... Prompters ........ Property Manager Coach ............ I Virginia Kemper 1 Edward DeLair J Joan Craig J Jean Eaton ... Edward DeLair Miss Montgomery Page fifty-one JhsL VYlaqnst First Row—H. Blackmore, D. Wagner, A. Black, J. Jewell, R. Cohn, A. McKee, A. Jaffe Second Row—W. Dilts, W. Snow, T. Martin, F. Donaldson, R. Filer, R. Larson, R. ('Iceland, R. Flowers Third Row—R. Clecland, R. Glenn, R. Weingard, president; C. Gould, D. Quigley, D. Bush What They Stand For HI-Y Our Platform Clean Athletics Clean Speech Clean Habits Clean Scholarship Contagious Christian Character TRI-HI To Face Life Squarely — To Find and Give the Best — and To Be G—racious in manner I —mpartial in judgment R—eady for service L—oyal to friends R—eaching toward the best E—arnest in purpose S—eeing the beautiful E—ager for knowledge R—everent to God V — ictorious over self E — ver dependable S — incere at all times Page Fifty-two JhsL Vl laynot GUESS WHO? Names on Page Sixty-four Page Fifty-four cJlthletics Japan Japan—yesterday the land of cherry blossoms, paper-houses, and quaint little kimonaed people; today, a world figure, not only in war, but in its Z interest in athletics. Japan is the proposed fj r the 1940 Olympic games. ' i oi I I ruuiDALL —ly}7 Fkont Row—P Gulevich G Virnum, R. Crissman, A. Black, S. Bosko, A. DiFoggi, O. Wick, E. Novak, T. Pcnar, D. Kramer Second Row S. Shuber, C. Shanor, A. Kennedy, 1. Brown, M. Smith, C. Beck, C. Scott, J. Acquaviva, J. DcRose Th.ro Row Coach Heinzer. Asst. Coach McDowell. M. Hallahan, R. Dunn, K. Tack, E. Massey, F. Joseph,, Mgrs. M. DuBuc, j. Grobe; Ath. Director Mr. Storey JhsL VYlaqnoL Our Team When we look back at the record hung up by our football team, it does not seem very outstanding. It is true, the team lost more games than it won, and many of the fans were disappointed with the squad. There have been mumblings and arguments about them, but our team has hung up one record of which we can be proud; that is. they went through the season with very few penalties against them. If a team has a great number of penalties against them, this does not say that the team did not play clean football, but our team’s record in that respect is outstanding. In one of the early games of the season, Butler lost by three touchdowns, and fans were disgusted, but those who were intelligent critics commented upon a game in which the squad went through 48 minutes of hard play without a single penalty against them. This is something to be proud of. Another outstanding character of this team was their indomitable spirit. To keep on doing one's best in the face of almost certain defeat, quarter after quarter and game after game. is. to our mind, the biggest thing that anyone can achieve in high school years or later in the game of life. Surely this team deserved a hand. Let us give it to them. Page Fifty-seven JhsL VVlaqn L ■KV First Row—Bob Crissman, Dick Thompson, Edwin Hoyn, Ross Gaetano, Lee Warren Back Row—Frank Kuccr, Edward Sarra, Joe Hoshak, B. Finucan, Fred Sciavonne, George Stcriopolis Boys' Class Basketball The present A Senior class basketball team distinguished itself last year by winning the school championship. In the Sophomore and Junior years this team was runner-up to the championship. The team, led by Captain Hoyn and Arnold Dunkle, was the pride of B. H. S. Page Fifty-eight JhsL 71 lcupuiL Mary Hulton Florence Close, Betty Ackerman, Thea McDonald, Patricia Wilson, Naomi Sandbach, Doris Kemper Jane Henderson, Louise Stewart, Pearl Arnovitz Girls Class Basketball Team Composed of : Mary Hulton. Captain..............forward Pearl Arnovitz .....................guard Betty Ackerman .....................guard Jayne Henderson ....................guard Florence Close .....................guard Patricia Wilson ..................forward Louise Stewart .....................guard Doris Kemper........................guard Thea McDonald ....................forward Naomi Sandbach ...................forward We have had a lot of fun with our basketball team. Captain Mary Hulton showed her dynamic speed in her skill at plunkin’ the bucket. Guards Ackerman, Close, Stewart, and Kemper put in a great fight in all the games. Jane Henderson, Pat Wilson, Thea McDonald, and Naomi Sandbach helped win many a game by their straight aim. Pearl Arnovitz. our little forward, evaded many a hefty guard by her lightness of foot. Put these stars all together and what have you ? You said it—The Girls’ A Senior Basketball Team ! Page Fifty-nine JhsL Iflflaqn L A Senior Edward Novak . . . Eddie Weight 170. Captain and halfback. Fast as a deer, and has the eye of a hawk. Only 3rd year man on team. Grand player and a swell fellow. Stanley Rudiak Maestro Weight 200. Played tackle with efficiency in 1934 and '35. Always a dangerous foe in the line. Dino Lavorini . . . Danny Weight 165. Outstanding lineman in 1935 and '36. A fast charger and good blocker; could be depended on to stop any play. James Grobe........... Jim Manager. Harvey McCandless Cheer-leader. Bugs Paul Burtner .... Paul One of the outstanding swimmers of Butler High in 1936. Edwin Hoyn.............. Ed Fast and very capable swimmer in 1936. Letter Men Robert Crissman . . Bob Weight 185. Played right tackle. Regular Viking. Just as tough as a stone wall to be moved. Charles Esper . . Chuck Weight 190. Played tackle for Gold and White in 1936. Tough and capable opponent for any team. Fred Tack............. Fred Weight 175. Played right guard in 1934 and '35. Always could be depended on to rise to the height in a pinch and stop the plays. Robert Filer........ Bob With his aid many a swimming meet was won in 1936. Karl Kleeb.............. Carl Louis Hummel . . . Louie Both earned the music letter: both are swell fellows. JhsL TyicupmL NORMA -BOB 100 3 —BETTY 008 3 — GEORGE CARL —FLO MOST DiGN nED MOST YER3AT LE JV 77tEST BEST SPORTS G NMY -D CK BEST DANCERS J M — ROSE cm A MOST BASHFUL -BETTY LOU SE -TOM BLUFFERS MOST POPULAR r V OLA —BUD Best l ook ng I WHO'S WHO I — JPul TyicupioL Our Class A — thletic — Eddie Novak S—erious—Charles Maxwell E — ffervescent—Thea McDonald N—oisy—Betty Ackerman I —ndependent—Louis Hummel ()—ptimistic—Florence Close R—eliable—Jayne Henderson C — ute— Dot’’ Walters L—ikable—Helen Jamison A—mbitious—Paul Eisler S—mall—Alyce Arnovitz S — mart—Bernard Zaritzky 0—ut—A Senior music F—riendly— Rosecina McGowan J —oily—Maynard Mark A—ctive—Mary Hulton N—eat—Naomi Sandbach U—seful — Karl Kleeb A—udacious—Louise Stewart R—easonable—Gladys Beikert Y—No good reason at all N—aughty—Eleanore Dyke I —nteresting — Virginia DeMar N—ervy— Mag and Net E—nergetic—Joan Craig T—ardy—Bob Filer E—xecutive—Tom Tooke E — legant—Virginia Herold N—arrative—Albert Bauer T—ri-Hi — Jimmie Bennett II — i-Y — Bob Cohn I —deal—Viola Tollen R—ightfully first—Betty Linamen T—alented—Bill Milleman Y — Still no good reason E—xtra good—Our Class I —ndustrious—Norma Hetrick G—racious—Betty Gold H—appy—Doris Kemper T—ough — Bob Crissman • JhsL WlaqtvrfL -------------------------------- MORP dna TEUQNAB ( With apologies to the Banquet and Prom Committees) The night of the Banquet ! Dressed in their worst bib and tucker, Bob Cohn and Tom Tooke dismissed a taxi and walked from the Willard, to find nobody was already there. Stan Rudiak and his orchestra were packing to leave, as everyone was now coming. Bob Reiber and Betty Ackerman led the dignified procession into the parlor, and the faculty came dashing pell-mell behind. First came dessert: meat-pie and ice cream. Then everybody ate nobody else's. Next was the main course, beautiful Italian-cooked spaghetti ! Dick Thompson wound his around everything but his fork. Paul Eisler fed his to Louise Stewart, and Art Black wound his up and gave it to Virginia Herold to tie Evelyn Walsh's mouth with. Mr. Wiley and Mr. Anderson were the only members of the faculty who cut theirs; the others wound it around their forks and swallowed while it unraveled. When everyone was all wound down, the salad was brought in. Under a leaf of lettuce we found a piece of pineapple hiding, and in the center sat Bob Crissman playing an Hawaiian guitar. (We set him afloat on the lettuce in a glass of water.) Well, at last the mushroom soup was set before us; but it wasn't eaten, for by that time everyone was holding hands, even Eddie Novak and Viola Tollen. When the tomato juice cocktail was served, Jim Grobe asked for a straw to blow bubbles. To top off the bottom, Frank Kucer poured coffee down Fred Tack's back because he wanted to see him squirm. Meanwhile the speaker, Mr. Lowell Thomas, was addressing a silent audience at the table, on Why Not to Talk at the Banquet,” while Jimmie Ralph gave an oration on Be Like Charles Atlas and Me,” and Jimmie Bennett gave a toast to Her and Deanne Durbin.” At the Prom, where Leopold Stowkoski and his orchestra played The Big Apple,” Maynard Mark went tripping with Ginnie” DeMar. Albert Bauer was with Imogene Cochran: Betty Gold with Chester Williams, and Carl Rose with Cora Smith. Leroy Summerville escorted Patricia Wilson, and Mary Jane Cook took Jimmie Ralph. Bernard Zaritzky stagged it, because he wanted to take Thea McDonald, and she was already going with Arnold Dunkle. P. S. Aren’t I glad this is just a nightmare ! Baby Pictures Helen Bennett. Louise Stewart, Arthur Kelly. Viola Tollen, Alice and Pearl Arnovitz, Bob Cohn. Dick Thompson, Arminta VanGorder, Betty Gold, Rosecina McGowan. Betty McCandless, Bob Crissman. Vera Tack, Doris Kemper, Bob Reiber, Ernest Kemper, Virginia DeMar. Katherine Reiber. Joan Craig. ? , Florence Close, James Grobe, Mary Hulton, Maynard Mark. Orville Porterfield, Emily Stewart, Harvey McCandless, Jayne Henderson, Patricia Wilson, Ruth Snyder. Catherine Covert. Bernard Zaritzky, Thea McDonald, Eleanor Dyke, Willis Brandon, Pauline Kemper. Page Sixty-four --------------------JhsL VYlaqn L ———“ Diary In 1950, a musty, moldy diary was found in a nook in a corner of the Magnet office; its contents, revealed here, concern the present A Seniors. Dear Diary: Do you remember in the grade schools when .... On the first day of school, blonde little Bob Crissman fell out of his seat? Mary Hulton, for the first two weeks, went in at the front door at school and out at the back and ran home? Bob Reiber had to sit with Louise Stewart because of his ceaseless chattering to her? Harvey McCandless had to sing a solo in a program? Jane Henderson had to put her arms around John Lane in a Hallowe'en play? Betty Linamen gave a prophecy at farewell exercises graduating from 8th grade? Danny” Lavorini had to stand in the hall and write his Latin rules for Miss Kramer because he hadn't done them for three days? Ginnie DeMar won a medal for the best all-around girl? Ruth Snyder wrote notes to her” Bill Boettner? Everyone went to the store across the street from McKean Street School to get chocolate milk at noon? Betty Gold called Jim Grobe her boy friend, and Jimmie Bennett called John Lyon hers? Ruth Snyder. Thea McDonald, and Florence Close carried bright red dinner buckets to school? Virginia Herold was sent from Room 3 to spend the day in Room 1 for talking? Alice Arnovitz broke her leg on a hike? And as Freshies : Pearl Arnovitz was stood in a corner for drawing pictures of teachers? Pete Perozok was slapped for putting his finger prints on frosty windows? Betty Ackerman came to school wearing her gym suit and no skirt over it? The girls had Miss Sechler for home room? As Sophomores : In cooking, Norma Hetrick dropped her biscuits in the dish water, dried them, and took them home? Joan Craig was nuts about Elmer Murphy? Lynis Cypher was first caught chewing gum in the library? Mr. Hogg got more tardy excuses than he had in the last four years? As Juniors : 313 was the uproar. Kids everywhere, in waste baskets, closets, tacks on seats, paper wads ! Albert Bauer was in the midst of it all. Page Sixty-five JPul TYlaqnsiL W- As Seniors : Well, everyone ran away with their privileges. Tops in high school, crushing Freshies delightedly beneath their feet. Betty Gold wants to get fat now. Bob Reiber is as talkative as ever. Our great athlete, Eddie Novak, was seen at Christmas time playing with the toy trains in Kresge’s. Ruth Young hangs around Herold's Dairy. Could it be Jimmie? Jim Grobe thought he was swimming when he was water-boy during football. Betty McCandless skipped periods. Peggy Groves thought we'd forgotten the Groves-Kemper angle. Here it is! Pat Wilson was eager to see the Ted Lewis orchestra. Perhaps Ted sounds familiar. Senior A B Cs A — is for Arnovitz—two sisters there are. (Pearl and Alyce) B—is for Bauer—in Chemistry he’ll star. (Albert) C—is for Crissman — he loves to play football. (Bob) I) — is for DeMar—for her dancing you'll fall. (Virginia) E — is for Eisler—Ginny’s joy and pride. (Paul) F—is for Filer—swims with the tide. (Bob) G — is for Georgie—hot dogs he sells. (Steriopulos) H—is for Hulton — just beats the last bell. (Mary) I—is for Imogene—in typing she rates. (Cochran) .1—is for Jayne—chemistry’s pet hate. (Henderson) K — is for Kemper—three of them have we. ( Ernest, Doris, and Pauline) L—is for Logan — he's small, we can see. (Joe) M—is for McDonald—she likes all the boys. (Thea) N — is for Novak—uses footballs for toys. (Eddie) 0—is for Orville—he works in Isaly's. (Porterfield) P—is for Phillips—with her, school work agrees. (Marjorie) Q—is for Quiet—that's Room 306. ( ? ) R—is for Robert—with all he does mix. (Reiber) S — is for Stanley—can he play? He sure can. (Rudiak) T—is for Tooke—our president; this he-man. (Tom) U—is for U who are reading this dope. V—is for Valedictorian—with this Betty did cope. (Linamen) W—is for Weisenstein—our best-looking guy. (Warren) X Y Z — is for Zaritzky—last but not least. (Bernard) On books and typewriter he'd make a real feast. Our fine Senior alphabet now is complete. Page Sixfy-six --------------— JhsL VYlaqn L Finding the Treasure After graduation, it seemed to O KERR to both MAC and DONALD at the same time that it would be fun to go on an airplane trip. When they were getting in. MAC had a CLOSE call —he tripped over a large piece of wire and BENNETT, thus spraining his ankle. After we put some LINAMEN(T) on his ankle, we met the STEWARD (T), whose name was RALPH. 1 hen they TOOK(E) us to see FREDERICK, the pilot. He was YOUNG, but oh. such a CROSSMAN ! Finally we got started and after an hour landed on a field just outside of WALSH GROVES. Nearby was a BAUER owned by MAC and DONALD'S friend. WILLIAMS. As they were WARREN out and hungry after their trip, the COOK gave them some food and invigorating MAXWELL House coffee. Then they put another LOG AN the fire and went to bed. In the morning they (A) ROSE feeling rested. WILLIAMS told them that there was GOLD hidden some place in the GROVES. So MAC and DONALD at once began to MARK out their way to find the treasure. On their adventure they wore LYON skin coats, as it was cold. In about half an hour they came to a tree with a pine COHN BRANDON it, the thing WILLIAMS had always looked for. They began to dig near this tree until they came to a large box. They jumped with KLEE(B) and began to CY-PHER they knew they had found GOLD that had been brought from the SARRA Dessert many years ago. MAC and DONALD then got on the plane and went back home to spend their fortune on their YOUNG friends. :♦ •: a a a a . .� ;«.% «. WE THE MEMBERS OF THE CLASS OF JANUARY. 1938 WISH HEREWITH TO PRESENT A MEDAL FOR DISTINGUISHED SERVICE TO ONE WARREN WEISENSTEIN WHOSE FERTILE BRAIN AND FACILE IMAGINATION THREE YEARS SINCE SUGGESTED TO YE MAGNET EDITORS YE NAME. MAG NET BY WHICH THAT WORTHY COLUMN BIDS FAIR TO BE KNOWN TO THE END OF TIME :• •; :• :• ••• ❖ ■ • ••• ••• ••• ’■ ••• •’ ••• ••• • •• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• Pane Sixty-seven JPul maqnxL Last Will and Testament We, the A Seniors, being as much in our right minds as we ever were, do leave this Will and Testament to our dear old Butler High School : Viola Tollen leaves her unequalled beauty and charm to Bertha Plaisted. George Steriopulos leaves his wittiness to Jimmy Jewell. Betty McCandless and Marjorie Phillips are still debating about which one is going to leave her blonde tresses, and to whom. Louise Stewart very decidedly leaves Art Black to no one. Eddie Novak leaves his athletic honors to good old Steve Shuber. Betty Gold leaves her willing smile to Pauline Roudybush. At the present moment, Marjorie Phillips is leaving her blonde tresses to Betty Kinter. Carl Kleeb leave his grand voice to Victor Murtland. Betty McCandless now leaves her blonde tresses to Opal Weigle. John McClafferty leave his hair stick-um to Tom Martin. Bob Crissman takes his Viking physique all with him. Dot Walters leaves her thousand packs of chewing gum to Betty Greenert. Pearl and Alyce Arnovitz leave their height to be distributed equally among Virginia Adler. Lois Michael, and Marie Weser. Marjorie Phillips has now decided to leave her blonde hair to Alita Chamin. Eddie Hoyn leaves the swimming pool to Bob Murphy. Norma Hetrick leaves her dignity to Sadie Duffy. Bud Weisenstein leaves his good looks to whoever needs them. Dick Thompson leaves his dancing feet to Bob Flowers. Our Civics classes leave Mr. Bernlohr a gold medal for his patience. Betty McCandless. at the present momenf. will leave her blonde hair to Helen McClester. John Lyon leave his willingness to Bill Snow. With a sigh. Bob Reiber leaves his business managership to Arthur Jaffe. Our English classes leave Miss Reed wonderin' why we ain't lots dumber than we is already. Betty Linamen leaves everything, from her first gold star in Room 1 to her final A Senior report card, to that distinguished B Senior, John Lane. Betty Ackerman leaves her loquacious talents to anyone in the whole high school who can match them. Mr. Comin’s Civics class leaves him many thanks for the 95 he gave each person in the Civics trial. Arthur Kelly leaves those talented typing fingers to that B Senior Master of the Keys, Leonard Mitch. Marjorie Phillips has now decided to leave her blonde tresses to Mildred Mahood. Stanley Rudiak leaves part of his chubbiness to Ralph Dunn. Berny Zaritzky hopes he leaves some happy hearts among the teachers. Harvey McCandless leaves his beauteous Gold and White cheer-leader’s suit and all his platform pep to Dick Hill and Paul Flecken. James Ralph hopes he leaves school this semester. Page Sixty-ci, J.hsL VYlaqwL Miss Wigton's transcript class leaves her many lessons in manners. M iss Douthett’s Home Room leaves her to look forward to the day when she will point with pride to the many future geniuses over whom she presided in 311, back in the good old days of the Class of January ’38. The Chemistry class leaves Mr. Atwell with the hope that the next class won't be such pesky nuisances. Marjorie Phillips and Betty McCandless have at last decided to keep their blonde tresses and dye them black. The whole class leaves 306. 311, and C. W. with 123 vacant seats. We leave the halls free from our chatter and our echoing laughter at puns made by the Freshies. We leave Prof. Wiley and Prof. Anderson sincere wishes for success. And last, we leave our footsteps for you B Seniors to stumble into. Signed, sealed, and witnessed this twentieth day of January, 1938. by His Honor, the one and only Tom. who Tooke his duties as President cheerfully. but believes the outlook for future Presidents to be Black. ---------------- thanks for her efficient Don't We All Wonder??? Where Waldo Anderson gets his good looks. How many ’private lessons Mary Olive Nicklas needed before she learned how to skate. Why Eddie Hoyn’s a woman hater. What makes Helen Johns so sleepy on Mondays. If John Lyon ever takes time to sleep. How many zeroes we got in our years in B. H. S- When Chester Williams will be the cop at the corner of Main and Jefferson Streets. If Helen Jamison got one dollar for each of her freckles, what she would do with the money. How many books of tardy blanks Bob Filer has filled. Why teachers get gray. When Mr. Atwell will write his chemistry book. Who taught Stanley Rudiak to play. How many dates Virginia Herold hasn’t had with Paul Eisler. We know it won’t be hard to count.) Who will run Miss Douthett’s errands since Jimmie Ralph is departing. What diet Pearl and Alyce Arnovitz follow. Where Thea McDonald gets her abundant supply of It. If Bob Reiber ever was a little boy. When Carl Kleeb will be an opera star. How many door-steps Bill” Donaldson visits each evening. Where Leonard Kerr got his permanent. If Jane Frederick ever got angry. How much Pete Paskosky eats. We don’t have to wonder—we just know the High School can’t get along without us. Page Sixty-nine ---------------------JhsL TyLaqmL ——--------------------------------- Literary (Continued from Page Forty-two) Fire ! That was it! Fire ! They would build a wall of fire around the mountain and keep back the Turks until they could get more ammunition ! Scouts—a group of young boys, who were small—could not be seen easily. They could sneak out and, with kerosene torches, light a wall of fire ! Quickly Stephan mustered together a group of scouts and sent them out— to their death, perhaps. But. what matter? Either way they would die. This way there was at least a chance. Then, suddenly, without warning, a shout filled the air—a shout of joy, of victory ! The wall of fire ! Another day yet to live, brother ! Such is the story of The Forty Days of Musa Dagh, by Franz Werfel. Read it yourself if you want a story of outstanding heroism and adventure. HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD Eulalia Knobloch Harbor lights are twinkling on a sky-line far away. I know they’re there although I cannot see so far away; Instead 1 see the sparkling light of moon upon the snow, And lighted lights of window lamps in igloos all aglow. The harbor lights that twinkle from the sky-line far away Are beckoning to me from a Land so very far away; And yet 1 left them gaily for adventure here today. One Harbor Light is glowing on an Island far away; Its Light is in a Maiden's Hand, the guardian of the Bay. That light lights up a continent so peaceful, free, and grand, While battle’s glare and rocket's flare light many another land. The peaceful light it's shedding on my Homeland far away Is beckoning to me from that Land so very far away. And yet 1 left unthinkingly to sojourn here today. WHO’S GETTING EXGITED ? (A night-mare, the night before the play) Virginia DeMar 1 got smacked in the back of the neck With a big ripe tomato. Gee-gosh-heck! Why don’t that audience keep their kids at home? And make them leave other people alone? Who’s getting excited? Not me! Not me! It ruined my hat and ran down my back; I turned around quickly—All went black. Yes, that was another; square in the face! So help me. I'll chase him all over the place! Who's getting excited? Not me! Not me! Again I repeat, Darn these pesky brats! Ruining the play, an’ my dress an' hat! I’ll, I’ll, Yes, I will—You wait and see! Who’s getting excited? Gosh, no! Taint me! Who's getting excited? Not me! Not me! Pdge Seventy JhjL VyicufnsL Happy -Mpiu |tear! And Now What Are You Going to Do About It? We wish you a Happy and Successful New Year—and we mean it. But our good wishes for you are more important to us than they are to you. They indicate our interest in you, our good will, our desire to be of help to you. But what about your own New Year’s greeting to yourself? What do you wish yourself in 1938 and wish sincerely enough to make the effort to achieve it? , Better grades in school, to prove you have the stuff in you? Better handling 1 of what money you have to prove you are a good manager? More effort to make extra money to show that you have the makings of a successful citizen? We wish you some straight-thinking hard-hitting New Year's wishes from You to You THE BUTLER COUNTY NATIONAL BANK and TRUST CO. Member of Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Page Seventy-one JhsL WjaqnsL We've Started a New Year . . . But our policies are the same. We still give quality and dependability with low price, and We Give the Valuable S H Green Stamps OFFUTTS North Main Street Everybody's Store Butler, Penna. Habits are easily formed, and once formed are not easily broken. Get the saving habit - - - it’s one you’ll never regret. • • • Butler Savings Trust Company BUTLER PA. In the Heart of the City Page Seventy-two JhsL 71 laqruiL see Cleeland -See Better JOKES The wisest men the world e'er knew Have never dreamed it treason To rest a bit—and jest a bit. And balance up their reason: To laugh a bit—and chaff a bit. And joke a bit in season ♦ Like many returned travelers, an Eastern woman, back from her first trip to the Pacific Northwest, liked to talk about her experiences. She was particularly enthusiastic about the mountains. We just loved Mount Ranier and Mount Tacoma!” she said. But, madam,” said one of the listeners, 'Mount Rainier and Mount Tacoma are synonymous.” Oh, yes,” said said, I know; but Mount Tacoma is much more synonymous than Mount Rainier. ♦ Me's mad 'Cause him's pickle. Him’s mad ’Cause me’s fickle. Us mad. TOO MUCH Ike Gaetano (orating 10 years hence): Allow me. before I close, to repeat the words of the immortal Webster—” D. Lavorini (listening): I’m going to get out of here if he’s goin' to start in on the dictionary.” ♦ I sometime wonder what’s the use Of squaring the hypotenuse . . . Of course. I know that mathematics Are mental stunts and acrobatics To give the brain a drill gymnastic And make gray matter more elastic. Is that why Euclid has employed Trapezium and trapezoid? I wonder. Yet it seems to me That all the plane geometry One needs, is just this simple feat: Whate'er your line, make both ends meet! ♦ We re all manufacturers—making good, making trouble, making excuses. ♦ Mose, you lazy rascal, do you think it right to leave your wife at the wash-tub while you spend your time fishing?” Oh, yassuh, mah wife doan need no watchin;’ she wuk jes as hard as if'n I wuz dere. Page Seventy-three JhsL TVlaqn t ■KV Wealth cannot be guaranteed, but a comfortable living can be assured. Ask about Northwestern Mutual Income Contracts Watson Ferguson AND ASSOCIATE AGENTS Savings Bank Bldg. Butler, Pa. MILLER BROS. Music and Jewelry Store POPULAR SHEET MUSIC RECORDS The Ideal Gift HOLTON BAND INSTRUMENTS Accordions Guaranteed Watch and Clock Repairing 245 South Main St. Phone 26-154 In the course of one of his lecture trips, Mark Twain arrived at a small English town. Before dinner he went to a barber shop to be shaved. You are a stranger? asked the barber. Yes,” Mark Twain replied. You chose a good time to come,” the barber continued. Mark Twain is going to read and lecture tonight. You’ll go, I suppose? Oh, I guess so. Have you bought your ticket?” Not yet. But everything is sold out. You'll have to stand.” How very annoying! Mark Twain said with a sigh. I never saw such luck! I always have to stand when that fellow lectures.” ♦ Did you miss that train, Mr. Phipps? asked the porter. No, 1 didn't like the looks of it. so I chased it out of the station. replied John. Graduates of Gibson Senior High School constitute an important part of the student body of the Butler Business College. Prool ol this statement is found in the fact that members of the following classes are now attending the B. B. C. : June. 1924 January. 1927 June, 1930 June. 1932 June. 1933 June, 1934 SECOND SEMESTER January, 1935 May. 1935 January. 1936 May. 1936 January, 1937 June, 1937 EGINS FEBRUARY 13. 1938 The Butler Business College A. F. REGAL. Principal 313-3 5 South Main St. Butler, Pennsylvania Page Sevciily-fvitr JhsL Wjnqn L --EAT-- Isaly’s Ice Cream 109 S. Main St. Phone 45-654 Butler, Pa. Ends the Quest for the Best You can’t make the grade without health . . . eat well . . . sleep well . . . see your physician regularly for examination. PRESCRIPTIONS FILLED AND DELIVERED ---Just Call-- The Professional Pharmacy Ronald R. McCandless, Ph. G. 138 W. Jefferson St., Butler Telephone 20-570 Trusses Sick-Room Supplies Ernest Kemper: Why didn't you water the rubber plant? Peg Groves: 1 thought it was water- proof. ♦ EVEN Dick Thompson: “You know, you’re not a bad looking sort of a girl. Helen Menell: Oh, you’d say so even if you didn’t think so.” Dick T.: Well, were square, then. You’d think so even if I didn't say so.” Mary Conerty: Why do you talk so much? Catherine Covert: Because I was vaccinated with a phonograph needle. ♦ Helen Johns: We have eighty-eight keys in our home and not one of them fits the door.” Helen Jamison: Well, why not throw them all away?” Helen: If we did. we couldn’t play the piano. 109 North Main Street SMART FOR WOMEN FOOTREST JEAN ADAIR FANCHON PACE-MAKERS NEWEST APPAREL ALWAYS You Are Always Welcome To GOODMAN SHOES FOR MEN CROSBY SQUARE CROSSETT WALTER BOOTH BROCKTON BOOTERY Come In and Look Around 224 South Main Street SMART CLOTHES For The Better-Dressed Student SAM COHN 103 South Main Street THE BARONESS SHOP B. MAX BARON “Smart Clothes for Thrifty Women” Dial 28-634 152 N. Main St. Butler. Pa. Page Seventy-five JhsL Tftaqn L —FOR YOUR— Suit rv. Top Coat or Furnishings —SEE— BENSON'S Qua 1 ity—PLU S—Economy- Let Us “WINTER-IZE” Your Car ! Central Parking TWO STATIONS—Both Supers Complete Auto Service J25 E. Jefferson 225 N. Main Phone 31-390 Phone 33-201 J34 S. Main St. Butler, Pa. GOODYEAR TIRES MOBIL GAS PREST-O-LITE BATTERIES It was his first great speech, and he wanted it to be a success. His oration was long and passionate, and he wished to end it with a warning. He could have couched his warning in the old proverb about locking the stable door after the horse had been stolen, but that was too commonplace. He wanted something original. He thought of something better. Then he shouted: Don’t, I beg you—don’t wait till the house takes fire before you summon the firemen.’’ A chemist's wife—Ann Eliza. A civil engineer’s wife—Bridget. A gardener’s wife—Flora. A humorist's wife—Sally. A clergyman’s wife—Marie. A shoemaker's wife—Peggy. A sexton's wife—Belle. A porter's wife—Carrie. A milliner’s wife—Hattie. A pianist's wife—Octavia. A life-saver’s wife—Caroline. An upholsterer’s wife—Sophie. HAROLD B. EHRMAN (Quaker - tatp ifJroiUirts Corner Washington and Jefferson Streets Phone 38-360 BUTLER, PA. GROHMAN’S Drug Store 1. M. KLUGH Has filled over a half million Prescriptions MEATS GROCERIES CORNER MAIN and NORTH STS. FRUITS VEGETABLES BUTLER. PA. ■ We Give S. H. Green Stamps 504-510 WEST CUNNINGHAM ST. Phone 2748 131 W. Jefferson Street JACK O’BRIEN INSURANCE Dial 39351 Page Seventy-six JJvl TlflaqmL CLOVER FARM STORES Their Motto : “THRIFT WITH SATISFACTION” ■ Leedom -Worrall Company Wholesale Distributors BUTLER, PA. GREENVILLE, PA. GIFT OF A LIFETIME! 'W AV AY AYAfl AUDREY VvXvV.-.V--.; 17 Jewels 20 Diamonds 14K Solid Gold R. E. KIRKPATRICK, Jeweler Over 16 Years of Service ;EE Ol’R LINE OF B. H. S. CLASS RINGS Old Rastus settled himself in his chair and addressed his wife: Yes. sah. Gal, dat boss done cut ma’ wages half in two again. Some ob de boys is kickin’ mighty pow'ful bout it. But 1 ain’t goin’ta kick none. Way I figgers it—half of sumpin’ is better'n all of nuffin'.” ♦ In a museum in Vienna is exhibited the piano used by the master. Beethoven. An American girl walked casually toward it, and ran off a careless air. Then, turning to the attendant, she asked whether there had not been great pianists to inspect the instrument. The attendant informed the young lady that a short time before Paderewski had made a pilgrimage to this shrine. ’’Paderewski?” inquired the girl. And, surely, he must have played something most beautiful on this old instrument. On the contrary. replied the attendant. Paderewski did not feel worthy of touching it. SHUFFLIN GREEN BUILDERS' SUPPLIES DUAL-MIXED CONCRETE 100 SOUTH MONROE ST. DIAL 3743 BUTLER. PA. MANNAS Typewriter and Office Equipment Co. ROYAL PORTABLES and Standard Rentals All Makes Sold and Repaired 236 W. Jefferson St.. Butler Phone 23-204 Kelly - Broman Shoppe Cultivated Taste in UTILITY and DRESS CLOTHES for the Junior or Miss Quality—But NOT High Priced ! DIAL 32-380 115 N. MAIN ST. The Nixon Hotel Butler, Pa. Page Seventy-seven JJul WjouqnsL Milo R. IDilliams Sutton Qasoline • ■ • Company JEWELER J50 KITTANNING ST. and Distributors of OPTOMETRIST • B • “FLEET-WING” Gasoline and Motor Oil 114 South Main St. Butler, Pa. VULCANIZING RETREADING Two boys once thought to play a trick on Charles Darwin. They took the body of a centipede, the wings of a butterfly, the legs of a grasshopper, and the head of a bettle, and glued all together to make a weird insect. With the composite creature in a box they visited the great scientist. Please, sir, will you tell us what sort of bug this is? the spokesman asked. The naturalist gave a short glance at the exhibit and a long glance at the boys. Did it hum? he inquired solemnly. The boys replied enthusiastically in one voice. Oh, yes, sir!” Well, then.” Darwin declared, it's a humbug! ♦ Carl Kleeb: Some men thirst after fame, some after money, some after love.” Jimmie Ralph: “I know something all thirst after.” Carl: What is that?” Jimmie: Salt herring. Schoerner’s Pastry Shop High-Class BAKERY PRODUCTS BENJAMIN’S Service Station Opposite Y. M. C. A. DIAL 36-480 119 EAST JEFFERSON STREET AMOCO GAS and OIL Tire Repair Lubrication PAUL KIRKPATRICK DELCO BATTERIES Butler Battery Company Sporting Goods Bill Folds Fitted Cases Gladstone Bags Guns Ammunition FREE—Name in Gold on all Leather Goods 130 E. JEFFERSON ST. PHONE 36-021 CHAS. H. FORINGER. Prop. COMPLETE IGNITION SERVICE Auto—RADIOS—Home Opp. Y.M.C.A. Dial 45-250 116 S. McKean Page seventy-eight JhsL TyLaqncL c � r ‘ THE FRESHEST THING IN TOWN” DIEHL’S IN BUTLER IT’S MILLER’S Footwear Sliced Bread WHERE VALUES ARE BETTER • ASK FOR IT AT YOUR GROCER’S ■ BUTLER’S LEADING SHOE STORE 215 South Main St. Butler, Penna. Virginia Herold: 'Will the anaesthetic make me sick? Doctor: No, I think not. Virginia: How long will it be before 1 know anything? Doctor: Aren't you expecting too much of an anaesthetic?” ♦ Dot Walters: I’ve got some of the funniest pictures you ever saw. Albert Bauer: Really? Where did you have yours taken?” Cora Smith: I read here in the paper that it takes 10,000 camels annually to make paint brushes. Emily Stewart: Well, I declare! Isn't it wonderful how they can train animals to do things?” ♦ As a young man,” said the tanned veteran in the hotel lounge, I took part in the Zulu war.” Really?” said his young and fair companion. On which side?” CUMMINGS CANDY SHOP HOME-MADE CANDIES and ICE CREAM DIAL 28-632 WINTERS DRUG STORE Cor. MAIN and NEW CASTLE STS. Butler's Largest and Most Complete Drug Store THE FASHION 223 South Main Street SPORT and DRESSY APPAREL —for— THE HIGH SCHOOL MISS Always on hand for your inspection EAT AT HEADLAND’S LUNCH CAR Pane Seventy-nine JhsL IfYlacpi L TKV Kennedy Cr Evans Try BUTLER CHAINS With that GOOD End Fastener WILLARD BATTERY DISTRIBUTOR Complete Ignition Service 121 West North Street Butler, Penna. Phone 36-820 Manufactured by BUTLER CHAIN CO., Inc. BUTLER, PA. Larry Duffy: “Things seem to be in a mess. Why don’t somebody write this fellow Lincoln?” John McClafferty: “Dumbbell! How could they? Larry: “Why couldn’t they? Every- body has his Gettysburg Address.” ♦ Miss Seibert: “Are you doing any- thing for that cold? Lillian Stewart: “Sure: I sneeze when- ever it wants me to.” Waiter. said Maynard Mark. “I want some oysters. But they mustn’t be too large or too small, too old or too tough, and they mustn’t be salty. I want them cold, and I want them at once.” “Yes, sir,” bowed the waiter. “With or without pearls?” ♦ Mr. Hogg: “Why are you late? It is wrong to be tardy, you know. Robert Filer: “Because I came to a sign that said, School Ahead. Go slow. BICKELS The INN Confectionery Sodas, Cigars and Confections NEWSPAPERS MAGAZINES Fine Footwear “Service with a Smile” Cor. Brady and Franklin Sts. Butler, Penna. HOLLYWOOD STUDIO FOR PHOTOGRAPHS Prices and Styles to Suit All 157 North Main St. Butler, Pa. TUSQBOH MSCARREM QUALITY CLOTHES Page Eighty JhsL TYlaqmiL ■ sv CSo the Qraduating 0ass of January, 1938 We wish to thank you, one and all. for your co-operation with us in the photography of your Class Pictures • Fetterhoff Studio Phone 26-524. 110 S. Main St. Nick Demyanovich: Why do we have eagles on all American money?' Mike Drozda: Why, er—er. it’s emblematical of its swift flight. ♦ Imogene Cochran: Why do they call dentists’ offices dental parlors?” Maxine MacDonald: Because parlor is just another name for drawing room.’ ♦ John Phipps: Who is the greatest chicken killer spoken of in Shakespeare? Ralph Mahoney: Macbeth—because he did murder most foul.” ♦ Advertisement: For sale — Bakery business: good oven, been in it 11 years: very good reasons for leaving.” ♦ ‘ Bob. said the teacher, reprovingly, you misspelled most of the words in your composition. Yes’m, explained Bob Haben, I'm going to be a dialect writer. STANDARD PAINT GLASS CO. 120 East Jefferson Street SO-EZY WALL-GLO KNO-GLOSS Leith’s Flowers Flowers Telegraphed Anywhere 112 WEST NORTH STREET DIAL 32-970 We Appreciate Your Patronage FISHER’S BUTLER’S Beautiful Dry Cleaning SHOE STYLE CENTER 131 East Wayne Street PLAIN DRESSES « n CASH SUITS l]P CARRY TOPCOATS “UU AND For Prompt Delivery, Dial 43-100 WE ARE YOUR CLOTHES FRIENDS RELIABLE SAR-A-LEE SHOPPE Page Eighty-one JJul maqwL Troutman-Reiber Co. BUTLER’S GREATEST STORE Filling a real need in this community, combining the resources of Two of the Oldest Stores in this section, it will be our aim at all times to give to the patrons the 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 froutman-Reiber Co. Chips Nicklas: This is a very large skating rink you have here. Willis Brandon: Yes, it has a seat- ing capacity of ten thousand.” ♦ Fred Schiavonne was walking down the street, one shoe off and his coat turned inside out. Policeman Ches Williams stopped him. What's the idea?” he demanded. Well, you see. it's this way, replied Fred. I’m taking a course at corre- spondence school and yesterday the sophomores wrote me and told me to haze myself. ♦ I here lie was. battling against the waves. Just a little more, he thought, and I II make the shore. His strokes were getting weaker. He could hardly lift an arm. The beach was only a few yards away. His last effort s were loo much. He began to grow dizzy. I hen his head began to swim and carried him to the shore. The Lad ies’ Store --For-- STYLES THAT DELIGHT THE HIGH SCHOOL GIRL Prices Moderate ASK ... Your Dad about his Insurance—he’ll be pleased to discuss it with you. H. GEORGE ALLEN The Mutual Life Insurance Company of New York 308 B.C.N.B. Bld9. Phone 33-154 —THE— Morris Boot Shop Are happy to Announce the Following Lines : FOR WOMEN s FOR MEN Foot-Saver Peacock Arch Preserver Velvet-Step Style-Eez WbArosER MAJESTIC Theatre TWO BIG FEATURES ALWAYS At These Low Prices MATINEE EVENING CHILDREN 15C,T Except Sat. and HulidayM 25c Any Time 10c Page Eighty-two JhsL IflflaqyuiL YOU'LL ENJOY THOMPSON’S Plan Now Ice Cream To have . . . Y E S SAN IT ARY I Reynolds Brothers S We Have Your Kind Furnish Your Home! Dial 44-5JJ Mother: “College must be keeping darling Robert very busy. When was it we baa the last letter from him?” Dad: I don t recall, dear; but it was not long ago. If you really want to know, 1 II look it up in my check-book. Simp: Didn t you guarantee when you sold me that airplane that you would replace anything that broke or was missing? El: Yes. sir: I did. What’s wrong? Ion: Well, I want a new collarbone and four new front teeth. Mag: led Jamison is not near as big a fool as he used to be. Net: “Why? Has he reformed? Mag: No: he s dieting. “Do you refuse to pay me dat two dollahs I lent you? “Oh. no, suh. Ah don’t refuse, Am just refrains. You Will Be Pleased With Announcing- f v.w.c.a. Ji 1937-38 Season Sheffler For information regarding GIRL ACTIVITIES at Central Y,” inquire of Girls’ Work Secretary. Angelyn G. Dantuma, 120 W. Cunningham St. Photographs Dial 29-255. They are Durable and Reasonable For information regarding CLUB ACI1VIIIES at Lyndora Center, see Mrs. Stella Wise, Secre- SHEFFLER STUDIO tary, Lyndora. Dial 38-131. Page Eighty-three JPisl VyiaqnsiL ■KV Butler County's Largest and Most Beautiful Jewelry Store ROBERT O. CRAWFORD fltut tier Watches • Diamonds • Silverware OUR OPTICAL DEPARTMENT OFFERS YOU A SERVICE THAT SATISFIES ! Glasses are made only upon the prescription of our Registered Optometrist, who has had years ol experience. All Styles of Frames to choose from and. most important ol all. LENS TO IMPROVE YOUR EYES. Small Weekly Payments Arranged . . . HEADQUARTERS FOR YOUR CLASS RINGS SINCE J925 . . . Phone 34-145 148 North Main St. Butler, Pa. Roseline Leventhal was enjoying the wonders of California, as pointed out by a native Californian. What a beautiful grapefruit!” Roseline said, as they passed through a grove of citrus trees. Oh, those lemons are a bit small, owing to a comparatively bad season,” explained the Californian. And what are those enormous blossoms? asked Rosie. Just a patch of dandelions,” said the Californian. Presently they reached the Sacramento River. Ah. she said, grasping the idea, somebody’s radiator is leaking! ♦ Caller at Phone Office: These flowers are for the phone girls. Boss: “Oh, thank you, sir: you flatter our service. Caller: Flatter, nothing! I thought they were all dead! RIECK' BUTLER — 3717 SUfompson iffmteral Sfonte Page Eighty-four JhsL maqn L WHEN YOU HAVE LAUNDRY and DRY CLEANING Houbp of Kaffo — Call— Butler HHontpit’a anh fRiasra’ Steam Laundry For FIRST-CLASS WORK UJearinp Apparel 100 NORTH MAIN STREET, BUTLER 21 West Cunningham Street Telephone 32-315 Phone 29-600 Thea MacDonald: ‘Give me some of that prepared monoaceticocidester of salicylic acid.” Druggist: Do you mean aspirin?” Thea: Yeah! I never can think of that name.” ♦ GEMS OF WISDOM FROM 1VA ENGLISH PAPERS Newman wrote Lead Kind Delight. Southey was the home of Wordsworth. Sunset and evening star And one queer call for me . . . And may there be no sadness of farewell Teacher (viewing inside of student's desk): How do you ever find anything among all those papers?” Stoojent: Well, I figure that I can find whatever I want when I don't want it by looking where it would not be if I did want it. When I am barked. ♦ Absence makes the heart grow fonder quoted the departing A Senior sentimentally. Oh. I don’t know,” remarked the girlfriend. Did you ever try presents?” The Butler Florist Green Young CHAS. A. BORTMAS, Butler, Pa. CUT FLOWERS and POTTED PLANTS NEW FALL Let Us Telegraph Your Flower Order Clothing and Furnishings MacDONALD WbroNsER butler THEATRE COMING ATTRACTIONS HOLLYWOOD HOTEL GAS OIL COMPANY DICK POWELL—ROSEMARY LANE Hush Herbert—Ted Healy—Johnnie Davis Benny Goodman and His Orchestra Cor. Brady and Franklin Sts. GARY COOPER—The Adventures of Marco Polo SHIRLEY TEMPLE—Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm ROBERT TAYLOR—A Yank at Oxford Page Eighty-five JhsL Vyiaqn L SIDE SHOW Now I’m all alone. A minute ago I was standing there Watching the little monkeys; And a very pretty girl Was standing in front of me, And just then one of the Monkeys made a move Towards her; She suddenly screamed And fell backwards Right into my arms— She hesitated for a moment there, Then said. Oh, that little thing Frightened me so; I beg your pardon. And then I said gallantly, Not at all. Let's go over And watch the elephants.” And now I'm all alone. ♦ Young Man (in the late hours): How can I ever leave you? Tired Father (poking his head round the door): Bus No. 7, train No. 40. or any taxicab. The college student's allowance had run out, so he wrote home for more money. Feeling a bit nervous about the impression it would make, he ended his letter: P.S.—I did not like writing to you. In fact, I ran after the postman to get this letter back. A week later he received the following reply: You will be glad to know I did not receive your letter. ♦ A CASE FOR THE CIVICS CLASS First deaf man (to judge): Your honor, this man owes me a grocery bill amounting to $11.50 and he refuses to pay it.” Second deaf man: That's a lie, judge, I didn't break his window. Deaf Judge: Well, there’s reason on both sides, but one of you two gentlemen really should support your mother. ♦ Arnold Dunkle (studying Geometry): What's the shortest distance between two points?” Paul Burtner: A V-16.” Pay for Your Telephone Out of the Money It SAVES A telephone is NOT an expense—it actually pays for itself, every month, out of the money it saves. Every day your newspaper advertises bargains in items you need—items you don’t have to see before you buy. Nationally advertised brands whose values you know, that you can safely order by telephone. You probably would not go 'way down town to get these items. But with a telephone you'd order them sent out. A few such savings a month and your telephone is paid for. And. over and above this shopping economy and convenience, you have the protective service of the telephone, which is without price. Should you not order your telephone today? 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