Butler High School - Nugget Yearbook (Butler, NJ)

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THE NUGGET strating how to cook some savory dish. She turned a ruddy face toward us and ran forward, spoon in hand, to greet us. We stayed and watched the class at work. Then, having sampled the delicious food, we left to expore the other parts of the building. Down in the well-equipped gymnasium. Hessie Payne was instructing some forty young girls how to grow strong and beau- tiful. She emphasized her every remark by executing some exercise which only a person of Bessie’s agility could ever hope to master. Now.” said Helen. “I’ve shown you every one you know and have witnessed your surprise, so let's be going.” We went outside and walked about the building. It was not yet completed, and a huge auditorium was being built at the back, and behold, there was Charles Fox walking about and superintending the workmen. Helen then told me of Charles career as an architect. He had panned the whole school building and several other large buildings in the city. I asked Charles what the other boys in the class of 1919 were now doing. Where are Paul Snel, and Harold Randall, and what of Richard Rowe?” I questioned. I was then told that Paul was a well- known journalist, and Harold had achieved recognition as a politician, had been Mayor of the city for a term and was now running for Senator. Richard was the best dentist in town and had the patronage of all the people who cared about keeping their teeth in good condition. After this interview, we went back to the car. Helen seemed determined to sur- prise me that afternoon and we had ridden only a block or two when she stopped again and conducted me into the white vestibule of the city hospital. A white- clad nurse hurried past us. She turned quickly to see if we were visitors for her ward and I recognized little Marion Reilly, now really quite grown up and charming as ever in her white apron and cap. “Oh!” she cried, “you remember Irene Aldous? Well, she’s ’tending a patient right next to me.” I did not know this, of course. Soon Irene joined us with her thermometer in her hand. Meanwhile, Marion escaped and was soon back, smiling broadly at my gasp of astonishment as she led in Edward Brown. Call me Doctor Brown.” he said. Ed was now head surgeon in the hospital and showed promise of a brilliant career. I’ve seen or heard of almost everyone in our old class since I’ve been here,” said I. But, I wonder who in the class has taken up my profession. Has anyone?” Oh. yes, indeed.” answered Irene. “Naomi Roat is a private secretary and is making a fine success. She’s getting so prosperous and putting on such ‘airs’ that she hardly notices me.” This was fol- lowed by a burst of laughter, for we all knew Naomi could never be guilty of doing such a thing. “Alice Vanderhoof is a typist, too. back in her home town and is wonderfully adapted to the work. She has all the requisites; neatness, accuracy, and speed,” Irene continued. I found that there was still another classmate of mine interested in office work. That was Therese Sampson. She was the most efficient stenographer her employer had ever had. Besides writing hundreds of words a minute. Therese could read back every outline correctly and type her letters in such a way that they were models of perfection. Helen and I now started on our return journey. I had accepter her invitation to stay in town a few days. As we rolled down Main Street, an attractive signboard caught my eye. It read: Mabel Smith, Fashionable Mod- iste.” I didn’t say anything to my com- panion. but I knew this could be no other than the Mabel of our school days. Farther out in the country where the club-house and grounds were, Helen slowed up. so that I saw and greeted Clarence Decker. He was apparently bent on pleasure and thinking nothing of labor. He carried his golf-sticks and was clad in white flannels and a sport hat. “He’s on his way to the golf links. He 17

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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

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THE NUGGET believes In strenuous exercise and walks ten miles every morning before the sun is up. whispered Helen when Clarence was out of hearing. I sat thinking hard for a few moments anu then burst out with, “What has hap- pened to Marian Wheeler and Lena Kitchel? They are the only two you have not told me about. Then I was informed that Marian was a librarian and had assistants, too. She worked in a big library in a nearby city. Lena was earning her bread and much more by singing in the best shows in New York. She had gone abroad for two years and returned with a beautifully trained voice which everyone enjoyed hearing. I sighed with relief and satisfaction, to think that everyone of my classmates had succeeded so well in life and that there had not been even one failure, and then— I awoke from my dream. History of the Class of ’20 HE Class of ’20 entered Butler on the second of October in the year of nineteen hundred and sixteen. They could easily be distinguished from the rest of the students by their inquisitive faces and inquiring eyes. They were all ready to settle down to the term’s work. Early in the year they played a few games of basketball and baseball, but they did not show much athletic ability. They lost more games than they won, but did not hold any hard feelings toward their opponents. In the latter part of March a new mem- ber joined the class. He is known by the name of Cohen, of the famous debating trio, and the Junior Class President. At length came that delightful period, vacation-time, and many went to work on farms or in munition factories, while a few spent their leisure hours in having a good time. It was a fine sunshiny morning in Sep- tember that they returned to Butler High, as Sophomores. At the close of their Sophomore year they all tried to pass the difficult examina- tions our eminent teachers gave them. A few of the class were more interested in athletics or in fun-making, and conse- quently did not pass, but, nevertheless, they all resolved to study their utmost in order to be among the graduating class of ’20. Gertrude Gorry and Morris Kooba entered Butler High as Sophomores, but X ms they soon introduced themselves and they have been very faithful to the class and school. Gertrude Gorry held the impor- tant office of Class President during their Sophomore year. She was also a member of the Student Council. Gertrude Gorry, Pauline Breslauer and Morris Kooba made their debut in oratory. After vacation, they entered as sedate Juniors. They took part in no scaring of poor Freshies. To their surprise they found they had a new principal, Mr. Walton. In November, they had a dance for the benefit of the class, which proved a success both socially and financially. It had. also, many exciting episodes. This dance was planned and supervised by the Class Social Committee. They took part in a very exciting debate between the Juniors and Seniors, and, of course, the Juniors won. The debaters for the Junior Class were Gertrude Gorry and Pauline Breslauer. There was much excitement over the Junior Prom. Mr. W'alton told the class how, in past years, he had taken his classes to Washington, and the Juniors seemed very much in favor of the idea. Much discussion ensued as to whether this should be done in their Senior year or whether they should hold a Prom. A Prom was, however, finally decided upon. This concludes the history of the activi- ties of the Class of ’20 to date, and they are now anxiously awaiting what Fate has in store for them in their Senior year. 18