Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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30 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL, 1912. FRESHMEN CLASS OFFICIERS MILLARD CAPP AILEEN KNEPPER CLIFFORD BUEHRER EDWARD SWIFT MAUREA CAMPBELL HAROLD IIEWEY President Vice-President Seeretarj'’ - Treasurer - Editor Ass’t Editor CLASS MOTTO Opus Portam Honoris Patefacit. COLORS Royal Purple and Old Gold. fRESWfS HISTORY It was on a bright September morning in 1911 A. 1). that a band of sturdy pilgrams set out upon the difficult and perilous task of ex- ploring and conquering High School and a vast wilderness inhabited by the souls of sinners, and set in order by four pair of searching eyes and and black backed deportment books. This vast realm is situated about four million miles north of the north pole. Hundreds faavestart- ed upon This pilgramage, and after four years of ceaseless toil, many have reached the foreign shore. With a great deal of noise and display we raised our colors, our banner of ignorance; and with our armor of self confidence shining brightly in the morning sun, we set out boldly to conquer King Knowledge, the ruler of four great states—Freshmanius, Sophomorius, Junius and Seniorius. This war campaign was started in the state of Freshmanius, where we stumbled along blindly until old King Knowledge, who is not easily conquered, sent Algebra, his young- est son, with a great army to defeat us. The battle was fierce and the loss on our side was heavy. To escape further loss, we marched into Botany Forest for safety. Not many hours had elapsed until Latin, commanded by able generals; Amo, Moneo, Tego and Audeo burst through the Xylem fortifications and assailed us. A second time the loss was very large. But all these were revived when calm and passive English rose and soothed the wounded bodies and cleared the dark skies. Then we began-filling the air with reverbrating sounds of: Ram-Bam-Bogen-Nater, Half Past Alligator, Rip-Saw Buck-Saw, Chick-er-a-Dah, Freshmen! Freshmen! Rah-Rah-Rah.

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32 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL, 1912. Eighth Grade. EIGHTH GRADE OFFICIERS MAE SHUMAKER ----- President LUCILE WATERMAN - Treasurer FLOSSIE CAIN Secretary EIGHTH GRADE POEM We are the class of number Eight, Our number is small but our knowledge is great. We are very obscure in the High School room, But when we get out just watch us boom. We adore all studies but Grammar we hate In drawing and music we do first rate For this little poem we’re bound to state, Robert is our little man so very small, Lucile is his mate so big and tall. Ralph comes next in this little rhyme, And Lois his mate is with him all the time. Galen is the boy who is fond of feeding taffy, Sad to relate over Flossie he is daffy. Mae is our President with titles much too long To place in this small anthem for alone they’d make a song, Emma is the one girl left and she is a traitor right, For she said she’d go to Freshmen parties every night. The two remaining boys are authors of this thing, The boys are very modest and don’t intend to sing Their own names in the melody, so will just leave them out, In fact I really don’t believe they know what they’re about. So Hick! Hey! out of the way, Boom! Crack! clear the track, We challange anything but Fate, We’re the class of number Eight. MORAL Don’t carry other ladie’s handkerchiefs in your pocket after you’re married.