Butler High School - Nugget Yearbook (Butler, NJ)

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THE NUGGET History of the Class of ’19 T was in September of the year nineteen hundred and fifteen that a band of jolly rollicking boys and girls anchored their life boat at Rutler High, there to remain four years. Some gazed at the great edifice with awe, others wondered wrhat could be contained within that foreboding and towering fortress. Nevertheless, they all summoned courage and w'ith one grand and deter- mined effort marched valiantly through its doors. Gradually this feeling of awe gave way to one of inferiority inflicted upon us by the great and all-powerful Sophomores. We decided, however, to show what we really were made of and soon won great fame at debating and baseball, actually defeating the long nonored Seniors. Then came the warm, sunny summer days and the crew slowly drifted about on the bright smiling waters of “Eveiy- where. Again when the leaves began to take on their gold and russet tints our jolly “bunch’ languidly sailed back to drop anchor once more at our old abode. Now' that we were Sophomores we found it necessary to change our haunt to one more fitting and dignified for our new rank. We feared no one, wre w’ere high and mighty, lauding it over many. At baseball our superiority wras soon acknowiedged and a large pennant adoined the south end of our new haunt. Again came the soft, mellow summer days and again we drifted aimlessly about. The autumn of 1917 found us once more within that dark and foreboding fortress —neither dark nor foreboding to us now' because we had learned to cast all fears aside and flourish with spirit. This year we kept our former haunt, not because we had not risen in dignity, but because the Seniors chose to retain their former place, which rightfully should have been ours. Officers of the Junior crew had to be elected. We chose: President—Clarence Decker. Vice-President—Alice Vanderhoof. Secretary—Paul Snel. Treasurer—Erne Aldous. Many things were enacted during this eventful year, among them a debate w'ith Hamburg. Two of our Junior crew en- deavored to uphold the honor of Butler, and likewise two of the Senior crew. At baseball we again earned the pennant and smiled triumphantly at the Seniors. wTho had tried to take it from us. But this rivalry did not anger us, and, as w e learned was the custom, wTe gave a dance known as the Junior Prom at the Butler Opera House. This was an immense suc- cess and many complimented 11s on our artistic decorations. Again the bright summer days intervened. Again the sweet breath of autumn found us in the new haunt known as the Senior room. Here wonders were performed. To begin w'ith. we had a new commander. Mr. Walton, and many new' presiding officers, the faculty. The first event was that of electing class officers. They were: President—Richard Rowe. Secretary—Clarence Decker. Treasurer—Edward Brown. The next important act of our crewr was to give vent to our mirth at a Senior dance held in the low’, rambling and charming Y. M. C. A. building at Pompton Lakes. Our young buoyant bodies swayed to and fro until the hour of tw’o sounded harshly on our ears. This year the girls won great honor at basketball, as well as did the boys. At present the great and inspiring topic is the class play. We sincerely trust that it w'ill be as grand a success as everything our crew has formerly done. Then again w’hen the summer sun smiles down at us from his speedy chariot, we wrill set sail for a longer and more advanced trip on life’s journey. 15

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THE NUGGET GLENNA WOOD III1 FF Here’s big Glenna, so dubbed by Dick Howe and Ed. Brown. Yes, Glenna is a bit husky, but no so much so as not to be mighty attractive. Tall, with light, curly hair, which glistens in the sunlight, Glenna is one of our “good-lookers.” Say basketball to Glenna and imme- diately you will see the otherwise rather sober, studious face brighten up with a winning smile, which changes Glenna’s expression entirely. Glenna is happy because “the joy of battle” is within her. Miss George once asked Irene, in Eng- lish class, “What was Darwin’s Theory?” Irene promptly answered. Everything tat goes up must come down.” ♦ While Miss Betts was correcting some Freshman Science papers the other day, she was surprised to read the following answer to the question, “What is a fly?”: A fly is a bird with six legs and a shell.” The Freshmen are rather famous for such answrers. Miss Maclean once asked a rather indolent young man just wrhy he came to school. The Freshie immediately replied, ’Cause I gotta.” One day Randall was, according to his custom, cutting up in English class and Miss George kindly requested him to take the seat at the front of the aisle. Where- upon Randall innocently asked, “Where shall I take it. Miss George?” 14

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THE NUGGET Class Prophecy T was a glorious June clay. The pine boughs over my head mur- mured in the soft summer breeze. Soon the soothing odor of the pines, drifting to me as I swung lazily in my hammock, had me under its spell. My eyes closed, and soon I was in the “Land of Dreams. I was sauntering down a pleasant coun- try lane when 1 saw approaching in the distance the figure of my old schoolmate. Helen Hall. Under her arm she carried a pile of books and papers. She walked slowly and languidly as if weary of her day’s toil. 1 sat down on a stone wall to await her approach. Just as I was pon- dering upon the subject of Helen s profes- sion. a panting child came running up behind her. “Oh. Miss Ball, where’s our ’rithmetic for tomorrer? he queried. Mv suspicions were confirmed. “Poor thing, she’s a school teacher, I sighed. Just then I heard a sound behind me. and turning, I perceived Leonard Van Horn toilsomely advancing down a row of fresh green corn, hoeing it with all dili- gence and care. Fearing the young farmer might object to my trespassing on his stone wall. I hastily jumped off and started down the road. An automobile was coming toward me at a dignified rate and it slowed up and stopped as it neared me. “Why, what are you doing here? a merry voice cried out, and looking up I saw Helen Hunter in her shiny new road- ster. At her invitation I hopped into the car and we were soon speeding toward the city. We had a good chat about old times and she laughingly informed me, when I asked her what she was doing these lovely summer afternoons, that she had abso- lutely nothing to do but read, ride and dance. “Lucky little lady of leisure, I cried, “and where is Marie Adkins, and Edwin Dow. too? “Oh. didn’t you know? Marie lives right next door to me in a perfectly ador- able old house all covered with vines. She's been married for some time and seems extremely happy. “As for Ed Dow, he took up surveying at a special school and he’s getting along fine now. They say he has made a mint of money in the last few years. “And Glenna Woodruff? I questioned. “She’s finished her course at Columbia and is now an expert filing clerk for a veiy large firm in New York. That was the last I heard of her, at any rate, Helen replied. We drew up in front of an imposing white building with wide marble steps and green terraces. “I thought you might like to visit our new school, said Helen. “Eleanor Meade is a kindergarten teacher here and some more of your old friends are here, too. Come, let’s go in! I want to watch your surprise. So, in we went and saw Eleanor at work with the tiny tots. She looked tired, but happy, even if her fingers were daubed with water colors. We were just stepping out into the corridor when a flying figure issued from an open doorway and Joseph- ine Ewen dashed over to the drinking fountain. A pencil was stuck in her hair and she looked flushed with exercise. A chorus of childish voices followed her exit. “Oh. keep quiet, can’t you? she threw back, and then, espying us, she hastily readjusted her eye-glasses, which were somewhat awry, and welcomed us into her noisy room. The children seemed very fond of their good-natured teacher, even though she did scold occasionally. After a short visit we went down to the basement, where an interesting domestic science class was being conducted. Georgi- anna Coates was at an oil stove 16