Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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•• Senior Class Prophecy of 1923 YKAKS had rolled past. Long ' , tiresome, yet blissful years- Blissful bi-caiisc they were unscathed by any matri- monial difficulties. After graduating ' from [ ' .. H. S. with that Long-to-be- i riiii-inlii-ri-d class of 1923, I bad taken up my life work, work which had appealed to me above everything else since my C-hildhood, that of a salesman. I secured a position with a phonograph company, my branch office being located in a small city in Ohio. The com- pany always made special efforts to sell to mutes as they were lest apt lo lie critical if in any case an instrument should go wrong. After twenty years of wildly swinging my bauds and nodding my head in a mad endeavor to convince them of the necessity of my wares. I greatly felt the need of an ex- tended vacation. Packing my few personal belonging I set out. My first slop was in Toledo. There my attention was drawn to great signs announcing that M. Wiley, the great tenor, was to sing in a prominent theater, that evening- The announcement tilled me with wonder. Could it possibly be .Maurice Wiley, the same little blue eyed lad I bad known in my High School days? My curiosity aroused, I resolved to hear him, and was very much surprised and also pleased to find that it was the same old Maurice. After the entertainment I managed a meeting with .Mr. Wiley, and after an exchange of greetings he suggested thai I spend the night with him at bis hotel. Maurice said be also felt the need of a rest and accordingly we decided to sojourn together. We formed no definite plans as to when- we should go, only that we stop at Butler and visit the old haunts once more. Maurice bad a few business matters to attend to be- fore leaving, which made it impossible for us to start before the following afternoon. We lunched the next day in a small restaurant near tin- depot. As a waitress approached, something about her seem- ed to recall an old friend. As she came nearer. I recognized her as Donna Daniels, one of my old class mates. While yet in High School, Donna was forever throwing boquets and she informed us that she just hail to throw something, so she had chosen as her means of livlihood, that of slinging hash. After wishing her the best of luck we purchased our tickets to Butler and soon were rolling along toward the village. We were idly talking over t lie past when we were interrupted by

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Senior Class Inventory I Reading — A-1 . 2. Spelling — Grade C — Nol much used — Ten years 3. Grammar — Uncertain — Lef ' 1 to tin public discrimination — seldom off i lie shelf — Eighl years- 4. Arithmetic — Averages well— Eight years. 5. Geography — International Well liked in spots — Eight years. 6 Writing — Readable ■ ' M — bul considerably handled — Twelve years- 7. American History — Unequalled— Neither soiled nor spot- ted — Six years. 8. Drawing — Indistinguishable, nol marked— Irregular. !). Civil Government— High grade — Three years. 10. Geometrv — Useless, but complete — Two years. 11. Algebra (1. E. D. — Three years- 12. Aneient History— Soiled and blood-stained— Ou1 of date — ( hie year. 1 1 - 1 • ; 1 1 un — .M ixed — Seven years. 14. English — Considerably adulterated with modern slang — IS. 19 our vears Nol lo In- taken seriously — Cut ranslateil- oniposition Nol • ' our years. ,atin Head bul still nol sleeping nor conducive to sleep n others — Two years. eportmen1 -A-l— Q. E. D. (ookkecping — Mie year — Uadlv used and all in pieces. mi perfect. iotanv- 1 year— 0. lv. if we get through. • »•••• • ■

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a gruff voice- Tickets please ' , was the curt message. As lie walked on down the ear. Maurice said to me, Doesn ' t he remind you some of Albert Hiatt ? When he came back and we could get a better view of him we were certain that it could be no other. Although grown rather corpulent and perhaps a bit bald, he was the same old AT ' and we enjoyed our meeting with him very much. We arrived in Butler in good time and were somewhat surprised to find that it had grown to be quite a fair sized city. We hailed a taxi and climbing we were greeted by that once familiar smile — Oh yes! That of Wayne Henricks. Wayne insisted that we take the evening meal with him. We enjoyed the meal very much, also and were glad to meet his wife who was no other than Thelma Sechler, for whom we remembered Wayne had always had a superfluous amount of affection. The next day we decided to visit tin- lliu.li School. We found it to be considerably larger than the last time we had seen it. We entered the building and made our way to the Superintendent ' s office and were about to enter. — Could it be possible ? was the thought that came to my mind. The same question seemed to trouble Mjaurice. Vet it was all too true- There sat an old classmate, Jesse Itanev, now risen to the dignified position of superintendent of ISutler High. We had a long talk with .lesse and he informed us that other of our classmates now held positions of honor in the old school. Zona Smith, he told us. was teaching Senior Knglish. and nut wanting to slip us a bit of flattery, but that she had been unsuccessful in finding a class as dignified, brilliant, and capable as that of ' 23. Grayce Keller was the girls ' athletic coach, while Richard Dannells was the boys ' Physical Di- rector. The next day was circus day in liutler. It had been many moons since 1 had last attended a circus and so by mutual agreement Maurice and I decided to stay over and see it. As we approached the show grounds we heard all the sounds familiar to a circus, but one man ' s voice could lie heard above all the din and clatter. He ' s the only one in captivity, folks. th crying. Who could this man be who had such a voici who was willing to use it. ' When we drew nearer w ognized him as Willis Snyder of the class of ' 2:!. We entered tin- Big Tent and found the performance already under way. We were especially interested in the trapese performances. Why shouldn ' t we be. 1 Members of our own class in High School were among them. There were Laura Stroh and Hilda Searfoss decked out in tights, swing- ing lightly to and fro with the utmost ease and skill- Next to appear before our wondering gaze was the snake charmer. We made our way to a long line of tents which voice was and ree-