Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL, 1912 26 JUNIOR CLASS POEM. We’re the jolly Juniors Of the B. H. S. Ten we are in number Wide awake? Yes, oh, yes. Yes, we’re the jolly Juniois As happy as can be, Ruby G. bade us adieu And westward bound was she. But still we are the Juniors, If only nine in number, But fate’s decree was kind to be And sent to us another. And again we are the Juniors, Ten faces bright If for debate we’re called upon, We’re equal to the task. Jolly Juniors? that’s what we are For wisdom, brains and knack, We’ll not go back, take off our hats To any of the “fac.” Loyal Juniors? Yes, that’s we Forget a friend? not much, For Joe has prove ! himself to be And to the end as such. And so as jolly Juniors, So soon we must all part, But in the fall of 1912 As Seniors we will start.

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Top Row—Knepper, Tombow, Baker, Firestone. Lower How—Wiley, Griffin, Aldrich, Oberlin, Praul, Smurr.

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27 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL, 1912. Toasts to the Juniors. Here’s to the Juniors so jolly and merry For study and lessons they never tarry, Their object this year is to have a good time Yet study sometimes just to keep up in line, They’re a lively good bunch and really quite jolly And we hope by next year they’ll forget all their folly. Here’s to our bright, handsome, gay Junior boys, Of all boys in High School they give us most joys, Now boys this is leap year you had better watch us Or we’ll be pursuing while you beat the dust. By a Senior Maiden. Oh! here’s to our sweet, bashful, coy, Junior girls, Their eyes shine like sapphires, their teeth like pearls, Their blushing so sweetly would shame a June rose, They’re the fairest in High School that any one knows. By a Senior Boy. Thirteen is often considered unlucky But for a class unusally plucky, The year thirteen will bring the very best We’re sure can be found at fortunes behest. Here’s luck to the Juniors. Hero o „„ the Juniors who are always so jolly They’re always found in some kind of folly, When they are Seniors they’ll all settle down And their august looks be the talk of the town, Juniors we’re glad to have known you, We look for renown from the gold and the blue.