Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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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

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F reshmen. ENG We, the Freshman of this year, are tho’t to be wonders. We have neither little white wings nor hoofs and horns, altho the Faculty doubt the latter. We lead the other classes in the subject of deportment marks, and are often the guests of the Principal in his office, for which we are heaped with honors. But do not be deceived by this for we cannot recite the Latin and Mathematics off by heart as the other classes do, but consider that we are as yet just Freshmen and not old enough to stand the publicity which a great name calls forth. MOTTO:—‘ Work while you work, play while you play, Work whom you can work, every day.” P.S. By a Senior. Experience is acknowledged the world over to be the best teacher. Four or five months ago the mandate of the all powerful Seniors’ was issued to the innocent and unsuspecting Freshies, demanding that they write up a brief account of their trials and temptations, their discov- eries and their ambitions, to be placed here upon this page as an un- dying monument of their triumphs and achievements. All Freshmen are universally classed among the slowest moving machines ever in- vented, but this buncli has certainly won the medal. From time to time they have had their memories and their elbows jogged by the un- tiring Seniors, but all to no purpose. The week has arrived for the annual to go to press, and the results of their year’s work is displayed in the foregoing. Egotism is the predominating characteristic of each and every effort which they put forth, as is clearly shown in their short “Elegy.” We sincerely hope that before Father Time has sealed up another year of their school lives, they will begin to realize the oppor- tunities lying open before them, and in next year’s Troneaum change this direful elegy into a song of victory and triumph. 17