Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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Whafs a bit of chatter between biologists? . . . Shoot, brother, shoot . . . Yingling proves the point. throats until we see in ions, hear in atoms, and talk in equations. The laboratory is sufficiently equipped to keep every student guessing about the future fexplosion or no explosionl. Also to keep us guessing we have Mr. Herron and Mr. Palmer at bat for physics, they are making hits all the time with such things as What goes up must come downu or wfhe volume of I-LO taken up by a bathroom baritone is equal to the volume of the gas escaping from the clown- stairs boilerf, and other little items that involve deep thinking and heavy snoring . . . Talking about science, we must not neglect old Lizzie, the standby for the biology classes. Yes, Lizzie is involved in a science, believe it or not, sheis also involved with Mr. Nicholas, who sees that she is properly dressed and fed the right vitamins fA, B, C, D, E, and Xl. For a pastime Mr. Love and Mr. McMillan put grasshoppers and snakes in girl,s hair! These three biologists easily take care of the future biologists who seem to be waiting expectantly to see the outcome of the war between the amoeba and the paramecia . . . Star-gazing is also included in this procession of science. Of course, you think you know enough about the stars land the Moonl but Miss Cole can show you a few tricks fabout astronomyl. She can tell you how the Big Bear sat on Cassiopeais chair and drank out of the Big Dipper, how Saturn gave Jupiter a run for his money, why the sun shines, and who eats the cheese on the moon.

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Ellillli PROTRACTOR as drum major whirling a closed compass as his baton leads this division of the parade . . . following are the A, B, C,s of simple Algebra pursued by -l-, -, X, + while the : sign sings throughout . . . waltzing after them are those cute little fractions like jumbled-up men . . . a new formation appears-a tri- angle, a square, and polygeometric figures . . . parallels, intersecting lines, acute angles, 90 degree angles, 180 degree angles pass by . . . now the marching formulas and equations carrying banners reading, uRemember usi' . . . next in the parade we see the long drawn out fractions of second year Algebra . . . then come large and small statement problems carrying banners of if this is so . . .H or find the square root off, etc .... close behind this mass of scrambled figures comes a box, a prism, and a cylinder, bearing propositions from solid geometry . . . graphs strut along with ratio and proportion . . . last are the sines and cosines with General Logarithms marshalling them along for fear one will fly off at a tangent . . . ERE march the future scientists of the good old U. S. A. The parade of science at Butler High School is very highly specialized, you know, in a gruesome sort of way. Mr. Atwell and Miss Critchlow shove that chemistry down our Chemistry test blues . . . Robison at attention . . . Smilin' Sallie . . . Purveyors of a, b, and c . . . Didn't anyone do his home work, Miss Critchlow? . . . Study period . . . Writing up lab experiments . . . T. N. T. UD , . . Looking for the amoeba.

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74 Qwetaftcl i' The boisterous crowds have left the halls, No longer is their friendly chatter heard. No one lingers out on the old stone wallg , Silence reigns,' there are no words. They all have left to take their place, Each one seeking a different goal, Some will falter in the futile race, Others will triumph in their role. But in years to come, when they look back, Perhaps a tender memory will appear Of friends, of knowledge-they seemed to lack, But most of all their Senior year. They'll think of tests, and teachers, too, dad all of those unpleasant tasks, The days, the Mondays efveryone seemed blue. Will they regret them, may I ask? And then, perhaps, theyjll laugh inside, Alt all those lzoners, those jokes, those pranks All these will help them stem the tide, For these they'll give a thousand thanks.