Butler High School - Nugget Yearbook (Butler, NJ)

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THE NUGGET Drink and the devil had done for the rest, Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.” Up the aide of the cliff came the ten high achool teachters, singing this verse, and dressed as pirates. “We have come to spend the summer months in our cottages on this island,99 said one. “We heard you were here.” “We expect to stay also,” came the reply. “Yea! Treasure Island,” shouted all, and de- parted. WESTERN UNION The World, June 25. Dear Freshmen: Yours not to reason why, Yours not to make reply, Yours but to do or die, Forward! —Seniors. The Murdering of 4 e King’s English (Playlet wntUn during Scene—The Hall of knowledge, 11)20. En- ter High School Roy with a stick in his hand. High School Boy: Aw gee! this Better Speech Week makes me sick. What’s the ii.se anyway of havin’ it? I’m darn sure it don’t do me no good. (Enter Wisdom) Wisdom: Yes, it does, my son, if you w ill stop to think of it. High School Boy: Huh! What do you know about it? You don’t go to school. Wisdom: Yes, 1 do. I am there all the time if you only knew it, but you are too much taken up with having a good time to notice me. High School Boy: Say, old scout, where have you been keeping yourself? I always take noie of every good-looking girl I come across, but I never seen you at school. Wisdom: Never mind. Have you ever heard of the King’s English? High School Boy: King’s English! Nope, never have. Wisdom: Well, then, you soon will, for he is coming here today and you shall meet h.m. High School Boy : Oh gee ! What sort of a guy is he, anyway? Wisdom: He—Oh, here he comes now. (Enter King’s English and followers) Wisdom: Oh, King's English, here is a boy who is trying to murder you. King’s English: Murder me! Why how can that he? I cannot he murdered. High School Boy (coming forward) : Glad to meet you, old Top. How’s business these days? King’s English, (indignantly) : What English you impertinent high school boys Belter hugn.-di Week) do use! It’s deploring. I challenge you. High School Boy: Huh! You challenge me? I betclia I can beat you all to smither- eens. (King’s English draws sword and High School Boy takes stick. Fight ensues.) High School Boy: I done it. King s English : 1 did it. High School Boy: I ain’t got no pencil. have no pencil. Me and Henry went. Kings English: 1 High School Boy: rang, bell has King’s English, (faintly) : Henry and I went. High School Boy: The bell has King’s English,( gasping) : The rung. High School Boy: I seen him. King’s English, (as he makes a linal thrust with his sword and falls) I have seen him. High School Boy, (horrified) : Oh, what have I done? Is he dead? I didn’t intend to murder the King’s English. Wisdom, (sadly) : That, my boy, cannot be done. The King’s English cannot be killed. However, you have severely wounded him, and he is as valuable a friend as you could have. High School Boy, (hanging his head) : Really, you can’t imagine how sorry I am. What can I do to revive him? Wisdom: You must solemnly promise to attempt to speak the King’s English cor- rectly. High School Boy, (rasing right hand) : I do pledge my word to improve my speech. (King's English slowly rises. High School Boy supports him as they leave the stage.) (Curtain.) —MARY LOUISE PAINE. Page Twenty six

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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

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THE NUGGET The Brotherhood of Sciences Story banal on a scientific experiment, which was recently described in the Literary Digest. Chief of Police Snyder was in despair. His ablest detectives had followed his instructions; they hud traced the mysterious theft of several valuable jewels to their hiding place, and had recovered with them a priceless diamond. Where it had come from they did not know. That it had been found hidden in the same room with the other stolen gems, led him to believe that the priceless jewel, which he now held in his open palm, had not been obtained honestly. But who could have hidden it there in that little attic-room over the jeweler’s store? Evi- dently, one of the jeweler’s three helpers, for no one else had access to that room. One of these three had been strongly suspected since on several occasions he had been in that room, altho apparently on perfectly reasonable er- rands. For over three hours now, Chief of Police Snyder had l een examining, question- ing, threatening and even pleading, with this suspect, Roland Day, but never a startled look nor a nervous move could he detect in that perfect mask of a face. In despair, he picked up a magazine, and idly turned the pages to regain his own usual steadiness of nerve. Suddenly, he became alert; he straightened up in his chair, and read care- fully the article he had been glancing at— “Measuring the Emotions. ” The last paragraph attracted his especial attention. It ran:—“One of the strangest features is that the extent of the subject’s emotions is recorded whether he be conscious of any emotion or whether he show any external sign of it or not. Indeed”, it concluded, “pent-up emotion effectively concealed and con- trolled is indicated in a more pronounced man- ner than if relieved by weeping, and this ap- plies equally to other controlled emotons. ” Soon Snyder had made his plan complete and was speeding away to the office of this I)r. Waller, whose apparatus for detecting the emo- tions was described in the article that he had read. Assured by Dr. Waller himself that his plan would probably l»e successful, he sent for his men to bring Roland Day, who had been ar- rested on suspicion, to the laboratory of Dr. Waller. In his calm reserved wfay, Day allowed him- self to be trussed up in the apparatus and made no comment when the nature of the ex- periment was explained, for he was simply told that the little bead of light would measure his emotions. Accordingly the experiment was begun. Day was found to be no coward, as Snyder already realized . However, the latter knew that the dis- covery of the valuable diamond was not sus- pected by Day, who had been questioned only with reference to the other jewels. The Chief was chewing his cigar furiously as Dr. Waller continued his experiment, chat- ting, as he worked, in a most natural way, but, meantime, studying his patient who main- tained his calm appearance. Then, without warning, the Doctor picked up the diamond. “This is the biggest job you have tackled, isn’t it?” Day scarcely moved, but the little spot of light, which recorded the slightest emotion, shot up, and he realized that science had laid bare his secret. He hesitated slightly, threw a swift look toward the chief, and then, with colorless face, and, in a voice strangely un- like his own, said huskily: ‘41 gu»»ss you 've got me—I ’ll own up.9 9 Dorothy R. Snover. MY PET AMBITION of all my pet ambitions. There’s one thing that I crave— The one thing that I’m wishin’ Ere they lay me in my grave; It’s to write a bit of rhyming. Something that’s the rage. And then to have it printed On The Nugget’s Literary lVoduction page. Page Twenty-seven