Butler High School - Nugget Yearbook (Butler, NJ)

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THE NUGGET The Psalm of 4ie Sophomores (with apologies to Longfellow) Tell me not, O fellow student. You don’t know the Sophomore Class! They are pioud and they are zealous. Watch for them, you’ll see them pass. Sophs are real! Sophs are earnest! A diploma is there goal: They are striving with a firmness. Battling over every shoal. Debates, athletics, and class dances Make their school days roll along; They are not inclined toward shirking But are diggers, true and strong. They work hard, for Time is fleeting And their hearts, though full of fun, Are for work and study beating Till their daily tasks are done. When the days at school are ended And the Sophomores enter life They shall be prepared to battle Shall be heroes in the strife. They wait not for success as Juniors, Busy Freshman failures in the past: Each one is concerned with solving This years problems to the last: A Sophomore, now perhaps a Freshman Sailing thru school’s solemn main, A forlorn and weary worker Seeing, shall take heart again. Sophomore, then, be up and doing. Aiming for the very best; Still achieving, still persuing. Set examples for the rest. WESTERN UNION The World June 25. Dear Sophomores: You’ll win out, for you haven’t failed. As mighty Juniors you’ll soon be hailed. GOOD LUCK. Seniors. Page Twenty three

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THE NUGGET TKe Class of Twenty-four Visits T reasure Island 44 Hello! shouted William Bchulster excitedly. “How did you get here?” ‘ Hello! ’ answered Maurice Toub, approach- ing him. ‘ 1 came in my big hydroplane. 1 have a surprise for you. Come around to the other side of this big cliff and I’ll show you.” They walked around and to William s sur- prise, there was a big, bright hydroplane with some of his classmates from Butler High. •‘Yea! Treasure Island,” they shouted, for they had come to this famous place. After a joyful meeting, they began to tell their stories since they had met last. “Well, chirped in little Maurice (otherwise known was Macy), I’ll tell my story now, so it will be finished. I made quite a success as a banker in J. P. Morgan’s Bank. I bought myself a mansion on Broadway and also this hydroplane. I met Janies Wickstead at the Astoria Hotel and soon we decided to go to Treasure Islam! for our vacation. I brought five more schoolmates with me.” “And the most surprising of all,” stated Dora Waterside sweetly, “is the fact that all of the class is on this island. Most of us have succeeded in life and have built bungalows here. “Let’s have a celebration on that big cliff,” said Fred Hickman, pointing to a high cliff. ‘ A sort of class reunion. Each one must be ready to introduce someone else ami tell about him at school.” That evening a cool, sweet breeze blew over the cliff. The soft rustling of the young ladies silk dresses and the refreshing appearance of the young men in dress suits seemed a dream. Sweet strains of music were heard from all corners of the cliff. The orchestra played “The Blue and the Gold.” Maurice Toub stepped onto the platform and said, “Will Fred Rickman please come for- ward?” “Aye! Aye! ” replied Fred, doing as he was asked. “This is our brave son of King Richard,” said Maurice. “He can tell you anything yon would like to know about England. With this he left the platform. Each, in turn, was called up to be discussed by one of his classmates. The owls overheard such re- marks as: ‘ Grace Post was always buying candy. My! she must have been sweet. ” “Lillian Tintle was our little violet. fc he always looked delicate. ” “One day Merton Van Luvender forgot his shoes and left them in his desk. Fred Tern by found them and to Mr. Uuiacke’s dismay, nailed them to the black board. 1 ‘ Gertrude White liked cake, because she could always eat half a box that Niseda Rome brought for her lunch. ‘ ‘ Audrey Osborne was our fairy dancer. 8he was our leading lady when we had imitation ‘shows’ in the cloak-room at noon time. “Every time Mr. Uniacke left the room, James Pratt would throw a spit-ball at Law- rence Smith. This, of course, would start the ball rolling. “Curtis Slingerlaml (poor boy) was always sick so we don't know much about him. 4 Harriet Shippec was a doctor’s daughter. We always asked her if we were sick when we felt bad. “Miriam Van Ness pockets were pasted shut with sticky candy that she had no time to eat. “Julia Lyon and Alvinia DePuy were our ‘cubbies’ which must be in the class to keep it rolling. “It seems that Thomas Treweeke was a magnet. {Somehow Ella loat seemed to be drawn toward him. “We must remember the day Dorotry Trow- bridge first wore glasses for reading. She looked ‘swell but still we nearly burst. “Dot Weaver was our laughing vamp. Ske d send the manufacturer of Djer Kiss’ insane if he learned how much powder she used.” “Hester Vreeland should have been our class secretary because she was the best penman in the class.” “Just a moment,” said Margaret Williams, “Maurice Toub and Margaret Gormley deserve more credit. They were the two who received all the A’s in their studies.” With a shout each one selected his partner ami the banquet was served. Later that evening as they were preparing to depart, a chorus was heard: ‘ ‘ Fifteen men on a dead man s chest Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, Page Twenty-five