Butler High School - Nugget Yearbook (Butler, NJ)

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T H E N U G E T sensation we made in Jersey t'ity by giving our yells and school songs. Plain clothes men and policemen who were on watch for May Day Mobs, thought we were starting a riot. The Susquehanna was so burdened by the weight of the little Seniors that it was an hour late. We had quite a snooze on the way. One! two! three! four! five! struck the town clock in Sutler, Sunday morning, and each tired little Senior was nestled close to his little dollie in his little white bed- ready to roam any time Mr. Walton offers his services as guide and guard. ALMA MATER on the hills of dear Pequannoek, Amongst the maples old, Stands our honored Alma Mater With her colors blue and gold ; Steadfast as our slogan, ‘True Blue’, Loyal ns the regal gold, Undaunted we will strive anew, When her colors we behold. Four long years of busy school days. Amid weary toil and grind, An easy path through learning's maze We vainly seek to find; Though we win athletic victories, As our teams have won of old. Still we work for dear old Butler, And her colors b ue and gold. Twenty-One

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T HE NUGGET Memoirs of “The Trip” One! two! three! four! five! struck the town clock in Butler. Hang! bang! bang! went the alarm clock in every home con- cerned. Each little Senior Jumped out of his little bed, quickly made his ablutions, put on his finest toys, snatched a piece of bread and jelly from Mother, said a hurried good-bye to the old folks at home, and rushed to the station. It hapiKMied by chance that every one in our party arrived at the same instant except Miss George. As we had only 5 minutes till train time we were in great consternation as to the whereabouts of our dear teacher. A party was quickly dispatched in search of her. When they reached the paper store they met Miss George issuing forth from the same in a great fluster, with the morn- ing paper, as she supposed but later found it to 1h the Newark Evening News, for Tues- day. In a few minutes we were on board and si eeding toward New York. In due time we had made proper connections and were on the Pennsylvania in a chartered car. Everything went well until we reached Virginia—that lovely land of romance and mystery where the flowers were blooming in great Profusion, and the sun was shining lazily down upon us. Here Paul caught the spirit of that country and was seized with a violent desire to kiss Gertrude. He ex- pressed it and was given an hour in which to do it. After several vain attempts he os- culated her with a crowd as witnesses and was awarded ten cents by Pauline. Under the same sunny skies and misty atmosphere Eddie went into the land of slumber. Lester Breslauer tried to tickle him back to consciousness but availed naught. As a last effort we proposed that Pauline kiss the sleeper. She absolutely re- fused. but finally consented to sit beside him and let her brother i erform the opera- tion. When she was nicely seated. Lester kissed him with a great smack and quick- ly made a if exit toward the rear of the car. Eddie awoke. There beside him. blushing like a rose, sat Pauline. No one else was near. “Oh,” said Eddie, ‘T was in Dream- land.” About five o’clock we reached Washington. We were dazed by the splendor of that city. We went on a sightseeing trip thru the capital, saw all the beautiful buildings, statuary, parks, etc. We visited the Library, Uapitol and other interesting places. At Washington’s Monument the most pic- turesque sight was Dot Mandeville trying to beat the elevator down by sliding down the bannister. We had a delightful sail down the Po- tomac to Mt. Vernon, saw George Washing- ton’s cow and several kittens. They are very old now. Gordon lost his cap coming back. Friday night we had a midnight frolic, were called up by proprietor and told to be quiet or make our exit. It was Miss George and Mr. Walton who made all the noise but we didn't tell on them. We dined sumptuously on soup, fried i o- tatoes with onions, “duckem and ice cream, while there. During our first meal, 1-es- ter Black, upon seeing the napkin by his plate, suddenly exclaimed. “What shall 1 do with the little tablecloth?” And too. Nor- man drank the water from a flower vase. Aside from that our manners were perfect. The little Seniors left Washington at four thirty Saturday afternoon. Gus amused himself trying to steal kisses by getting the girls to take a bite of his apple which was a stolen one. He tried very hard to get Miss George to eat some of it but. as her Aunt was with her, she was somewhat bashful and did not bite. About seven o’clock we noticed a peculiar odor creeping upon us. We looked around and saw Lester Black coming down the aisle in his stocking feet. Gordon gladly lent him a pair of socks, so ending our misery. At ten-thirty we landed in New York. The only thing we left in the train was a pickle. Beulah wrote to Mr. Helms, the gentleman who accompanied us, about it. Quite a Twenty

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T II E N V G (i E T Athletic Association At the beginning of the year it seemed ns though athletics would take a slump on ac- count of the lack of material. The class of 19 took with it four of the school’s all- round athletes. Mitchell Cohen, an excellent basket-ball player, left school because of his parents’ removal to Brooklyn. All in all. things looked dark for Butler High. How- ever. we have had this year what the school has always lacked, i. e., the services of a good coach. Our coach. Mr. Bustard, began in Sejv tcmber to organize a football team. Thru his efforts an eleven was organized which though they did not bring us victories, brought forth commendation from men who know good football. Football is still in its infancy in Butler but next year an Eleven of which we shall Ik» proud is what we ex- l ecr. The basket-ball team was one of the best the school has had in some time. Good, clean playing was the most striking feature of this year’s basket-ball team. They were the victors in almost all of the games they played. To date tin baseball team has played no games. We are unable to determine wheth- er they will la a credit to us or not. At practice it seems as though a very strong nine will uphold the school’s name. The Annual Field Meet will Ik» held in May. All tin» classes are preparing early in order to out-do each other. The school, as a whole, supi orted ath- letics in every i ossible manner. In Oc- tober over Eighty Dollars was raised by subscription to buy new foot-hall equipment. A check amounting to Twenty-live Dollars was donated by the Junior ('lass as a Christmas present. The students in large numbers have at- tended all the games. Thus the year for tlie Athletic Association has been a success, fi- nancially and socially. WIIO IS THAT LADY? Who is that lady whose heart is bent. Who never allows us on a bench. And movements like a talking-machineV Why, Sonny that’s Miss Eaton. She yells. “Fall in!” and when you do. She says. “As you were! Fall in!” Forty times around she puts us through. Why, if it isn’t Miss Eaton. Why does Miss Eaton act this way? She’ll be a lion tamer some day. No boys and girls, a trifle the other way. For Heaven is full of Physical Training. Twenty-Two