Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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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.

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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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BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL, 1912. 28 SOPHOMORE CLASS STAFF Mildred Tomlinson - President Helen Kester - Sec’y and Treas. Ruth Chambers - - Editor MOTTO Esse quam videre. COLORS Black and Old Gold. FLOWER Daffodil. YELL Whiz-rah-rip! Fiz-rah-zip! We’re the class with minds so keen The glorious class of old four- teen. Wheel! CLASS HISTORY In the beginning of the 419th year after the discovery of America and 16,741,190 days after the erection of the Great Pyramid by Khufu, we, the class of old ’14 entered the assembly room of the Butler High School. With feelings of pride and self-possession we were enrolled as “Fresh- ies.” We numbered thirty-six but on the following day our number mysteriously decreased to thirty-two and only eighteen remained to carry the title of Freshmen to the end of the year. At last the uneventful year was over and we were Sophomores. We had an entirely new faculty this year, with the addition of a new •music and art teacher. Bookkeeping was discarded much to the dis- gust of the boys, who with reluctant minds went back to Latin The first class gaiety was a raid on the Freshmen, who rewarded us with a generous supply of water. Several other social “stunts” en- livened the routine of the year. The despairing cry of the “Sophies” this year has been “Ashes to ashes Dust to dust If Latin don’t kill us Geometry must.”