Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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Juniors. ene We the class of ’09 entered upon our career as Freshmen in the old Knisely building on north and South Main Street. We were the largest in number, the best behaved, as well as the greenest class in the High School. Among the social events of the season, was a ‘“Freshie Dutch Supper in the Lookout.” We all certainly enjoyed our lunch very much after purchasing it for the second time. By quizzing this year’s Seniors you will find out why this was necessary. Shortly after Holi- days we removed into the new schoolhouse, which was a great change for the better. All of us passed with flying colors into the Sophomore class and began to act real dignified, as we had lost our green coat which it is evi- dent the lower class had assumed re-dyed. These “‘little ones” aroused what they termed High Schoo! spirit—really ‘‘Infant Egotism’’—which consisted mostly in putting up beautiful(?) figureheads by night and having them removed the following day by the Lordly Sophomores. Last fall found us finally one of the upper classes, the Junior Phi- lanthropists. Some of our class-mates moved away, others left school— but none flunked—till now we only have one-third of our original num- ber. Small in quantity, but Oh! how great in quality! We have won the honor and respect of the lofty and dignified(?) Seniors. But the reason is very easily seen as—well—they want us to lavish banquets, etc., upon them. We sympathize with and pity the poor wee Freshies of the present, and think they are really doing themselves credit, and the Sophies also are doing first-rate, since they feel strongly the new honor of having a higher rank in the minds of the upper classes. It is the desire and wish of each and every-one of the Juniors to enter school next fall as Seniors, and leave the old B. H. S. rich in the honors bestowed upon it by the brilliant and remarkable achievements of the greatest of all classes ’09. 13

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Sophomores. BB We have now reached that period in our career where we awaken to the astonishing fact that there still remains something for us to learn. Last year we wended our way to school, in all the pride of our new book-bags, in honor of the occasion, which contained “The Essentials of Algebra”—the “Essentials” rubbed against an apple which mother had put in at the last moment. We came with the firm conviction that the next four years were simply to put a gloss and finish on our already completed education. The first semester was only a troubled dream. Towards the middle of the second half we discarded the bags, and car- ried our books to and from school on our aching arms, because ‘‘They”’ (Seniors) did not use them. Book-bags among many other comfortable things had to te cast aside as relies of our infantile days. As the end of the year approached those awful things called finals loomed up before us. Most of us went through the ordeal fairly creditably, more by sheer luck than knowledge—(sh—don’t tell the faculty!), and we looked for- ward to the next year as cne for the improvement of our minds. In September of 1907 the girls came to school with their hair done up and their skirts lengthened, while the boys were still conscious of their long trousers. By much study of books, by observations and imitations we are able to assume that wise look hitherto thought the especial prop- erty of upper class-men, so that when a stranger visits school we hope against hope that we may be taken for Juniors or if by chance the vis- itor be unsophisticated, Seniors. 15