Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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JUNIOR CLi About three years ago a buueh of little wide-eyed inno- cents, who called themselves the class of 'sixteen, entered hope- fully upon their high school career. We were twenty-five in number, and were proudly confident that we were going to surpass any class ever yet in Butler High. We proved our serious natures by plunging at once into work, and showed our lack of deplorable frivolity by decorously avoiding such indis- cretions as class parties all during the year. By the end of a few months our verdancy had somewhat diminished, we were able to talk above a whisper in class and could find our way about the building without getting lost. Well do we all remember our adventures in the Botany room, under the patient instruction of Miss Kimmel, where in the at- mosphere of learning and disintegrated onions, we chopped our experiments up fine and viewed them with awe through a mi- croscope. We also went forth in search of wild flowers and dis- covered two whole specimens, besides decorating all the trees in the woods with our initials, and frightening Miss Kimmel to the point of hysterics with our carelessness in getting our feet wet. etc. By the end of the year, though greatly diminished in num- ber. we had acquired a reputation, and the whole school ad mired us. The next fall we boldly returned to high school with a vastly higher opinion of ourselves and a growing contempt for SS HISTORY all lesser mortals. We displayed a decided tendency to make things lively and interesting, and were determined, whatever we did. not to find life a hore. We had the honor of editing the first number of the B. H. S. Comet, which became a very popular little paper, and a credit to the institution. We maintained the philosophic at titude toward life, were kind with the little freshmen and tot erant with our instructors. Our only enemy was Caesar, and we didn’t allow worry about him to keep us awake nights. We had several parties during the year. The first a marsh mallow toast, we will always remember with cynical amuse- ment. because it was the night on which tin Juniors came tear ing out to raid us (clever people) and found us waiting to give them a cordial reception, hut the “eats” all gone. Their pirr pose was thwarted, just as the plans of those have always been thwarted who have tried to get ahead of the class of sixteen. Fifteen gay and festive beings, called Juniors this year, returned to school, with proud bearing and a goodly supply of chewing gum. We proceeded to illuminate the school, ami the underclassmen basked in the light of our countenances. It is remarkable how far we have gone toward attaining perfection. Tn fact, the Junior class is a wonder in every way. In it are .athletes, musicians, actors and actresses, mathematicians, sing crs. artists, everything. And the chief characteristic of this grand conglomeration of genius is the ever-present faculty, possessed by all. of “keeping things lively.”

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