Butler High School - Tiger Yearbook (Hartsville, SC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT I, Irene Thomas, leave to Mattie Wilds, Grovea Thomas and June Huggins my ability to type. I, Marshall Douglas, leave my charming personality which has ooed many boys to any charming junior who can imitate it, also to Jeanette Williams my legs. I, Robbie Herrington, leave to any coming senior my ability to get what I want without wanting it, and to the class as much fun as I have had. I, Rebecca Fragier, leave to Grayde Alford my ability to take what I have and get what I want. I, Lizzie Smith, leave to Nora Fragier and Bernice Stephen hope for a successful senior year. I, Edith Fragier, leave to Bernice Stephen the best of luck and a successful senior year. I, Virginia McKnight, leave to the junior class my conduct. I, Betty Samuel leave to the junior class my motto, Strive for the things that are most important. I, Christine Mingo, leave to Virginia Daniels my alto voice and to the junior class smooth sailing through their senior year. I, Mary Alford, leave to Sarah Bailey my height and to the junior class a successful senior year. I, Willma Jacobs, leave to the junior class my charming smile and personality. I, Cleveland Josey, leave to Willie Davis and Daniel King my per- sonality. I, Alvin Heatly, leave to Washington Shirley my ability to get along with the opposite sex and to Mable Prince much success during her sen- ior year. I, James Hines, leave to Jeter Hines much success through his junior year and smooth sailing to the junior class. I, Booker T. Jackson, leave to Booker T. McCleod my musical in- struments and my ability to get along with the opposite sex. I, Elsie Brayboy, leave to Elenore Kennedy and Virginia Daniels my ability to be loud without being heard. I, Alfreda Hough, leave to the junior class my conduct, much suc- cess and smooth sailing through their senior year. I, Elisha Mashack, leave to Jeanette Williams and Annie Lee Jacl- son my ability to understand social problems. I, Nancy Ketter, leave to Lucille Samuel, Virginia Daniels, Louise Newman my ability to reason logically through their senior year. I, Pecolia Josey leave to Catherine Frieson and Grova Thomas best wishes through their senior year. I, Williard Scott, leave to Booker T. McCleod the ability to keep his football suit as long as I kept mine. Witness Josepn Segars

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the class of 1956, in the town of Harts ville, the county of Darlington, and the state of South Carolina, being in as good mental condition as usual, and in much better temper than usual, do hereby make this, our last will and testament. We feel that our brilliant record and our unusual achievements will live after us, but, not wishing to take any chances, we find it fitting and proper as we leave Butler, our dear loved school, to dispose of our most valuable possessions to the incoming seniors. We hope that they will put forth their most strenuous efforts in taking utmost care of these be- loved possessions. We, the members of the senior class leave to the members of the junior class our good luck. In addition to this, all our privileges and rights as seniors in classroom and chapel will revert to them, also our unfinished business. I, Stella Bachus, leave to the junior class my motto, Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. I, Boisey Bristo, leave to John Wright, my ability to think and stay out of trouble. I, Louise William, leave to Louise Newman my personality. I, William McDonald, leave to Booker T. McCleod my captain rights on the football team, and to Andrew Waters my ability to hold my girls. I, Peggy Williams, leave to the junior class much success and happi- ness during their senior year. I, Joseph Segars, leave to Sarah Bailey my love, and to Andrew Waters and Booker T. McCleod much success during their senior year. I, Fannie Evans, leave to the junior class my motto, Never put off what you can do today until tomorrow. I, Burnette Williams, leave to B.T. McCleod my ability to resist feminine alure, and to Liz Pearson and Carola Bradford and the junior class best wishes during their junior year. I, Hazel Campbell, leave to Elenore Kennedy and Dorthy Pate my ability to play tricks without getting caught, and to the junior class much success in the coming year. I, David McFarland, leave to Thomas Granville my position as presi- dent of the senior class. I, Catherleen Herrington, leave to Hattie Spann my ability to get along with everyone, to Carola Bradford my ability not to brag on my- self. I, Margie Dixon, leave to Hattie and Virginia Daniels all the boys around the campus. I, Paul Yates, leave to Andrew Waters my basketball suit, to Will- iam Verner my football suit, to Jeter Hines my way of whaling with the trumphet, also my Don Juan technique. I, Marrion Harrison, leave to Jeanette Williams, Elenore Kennedy and Carola Bradford my ability to stay out of trouble with my boy friends, and my personality to any girl who thinks she can imitate it. I, James Jacobs, leave to the junior class my personality and to June Huggins my ability to get along with the girls.

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CLASS SONG (Tune) Now is the Hour Dear Butler High, we hate to part from you: For we'll be missing, all your Golden Rules. Our joys for thee, will echo through the years. Dear, Alma Mater, we love so well. Dear old School, we now must say adieu: Soon we'll be moving, far, far from you. So, now good-by to High and Grammar school, When we return, Will you be waiting here ? Hazel Campbell Margie Dixon ODE TO BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL A happy group, though our time will soon be expired, Gratefully reached the hopes we've long desired. Words cannot express our appreciation to you, and to you. For helping us to make our dreams come true. The school, Butler High, will be remembered long, As the foundation that made our bodies strong. Dear School, you've done your utmost best, It's up to us, as graduates, to do the rest. This first step of success is reached at last, Though some days we've fumbled and grumbled in the past. But we will always think of you as the years go by, We'll miss you, Dear Butler High. Stella Bachus