Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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I s «Mk$ « ««» xM SxM xJx$x$xJ TROPAEUM » J x$ .$xS, $ HS $K$ xSK$ xS «J xtx$ x» S n ■i Senior Class Poem Last night as I lay a dreaming. Yes, dreaming of school days o ' er, A scene of sui ' passing strangeness Appeai ' cd at my elianilicr dom-. The ])ortal grew widei ' and wider And finally vanish e l from sight, And then from the eastern horizon Came a glimmer and gleam of light. It slieil its j-adiance aljoul me, And I saw, where once was the door, A beautiful velvet curtain With the golden words, V ision of Lore. As I gazed in awe-st rii-keii silence That cui ' tain liegan to lise, . n(l I waited so eagei- and l)reathless Ijest some siglit should esea])e my eyes! IW ' vond was a sleep i ' Ui;ged mountain. Its summit I barely cdidd M ' e, And the path leading upwai-d was stony — Yes, stony as stony could be ! Near the foot was a large group of children All ready and eager to clind). laghtdieai ' ted and hii])i y tlu ' y started, lint soon to be weakened by time. Before Idiig, lariic nundicrs were lagging While (i1 hei ' s still went on linkway. And wlieu tliey came np to a high gate Some (h ' cided that il did not pay. The rest opened the gate and went onwai ' d. But the iiathway nuii ' c rugged grew. And despite their effoi-ts and stiaiggles ' Tw,-)s more than sonu ' could do. Then another gate was reached and passed And their eyes with tears were dim, But from the smile upon their lips T hnew they were liound to win. Page Twenty-two

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I Senior Class Prophecy I There are people who are always looking baek into the past. Wiiat ' f good does it do them? It only brings them discontentment from thinking of X good times which they have had at particular times. There are people who X look neither way and precious few there are. Then again there are some % who peep into the future to see what it has in store for them. Longfellow has written, Let the dead Past l)ury its dead, trust no Future howe ' er pleasant, but act in the Living Present, heart within and God o ' erhead. But there surely can be no harm in gazing in the crystal sphere to see what Fate has alloted to those who are leaving a place which they will always remember. So let me look and tell you what awaits them. I see Washington, D. C. in a state of great confusion. Everj where in the city, paper boys are yelling at the top of theii- voices, Extra! Exti ' a! Gi ' eatest debate ever held in Congress. The question for debate was: Should all the radios in the United States be destroyed? The affirmative speaker won the debate by pi ' oving that radios were a nuisance and saying two million words in thi-ee minutes. S. J. Aldrich had set his name down in the history of Congress. Li the sunny lands of California in Mount Whitney, on a protruding ledge at about an elevation of five hiindred feet, , its a girl Inuily engaged in writing something on a slip of paper. Upo n looking closei- I set Shirley writing a poem which is to make her a famous poetess. I see a large building in Tampa. Florida, with a continual stream of people going in and coming from it. On looking closer, I see a sign which reads, Madame Dorothea Beauty Shopjae. The owner of the Shoppe is no other than Dorothy Dohner who has pi ' ospered in this Imsiness. Biit Dorothy has not succeeded alone, for without the aid of the best hair dresser in the country, Bernice, she would not have prospered so well. Butler has trebled in size, so that it has made it convenient for a large beautiful hospital to be built on the East side. There is a sickening odor of anasthetics in every nook and corner of the hospital. Upstairs white clothed nurses are hurrying about. One nurse paiises to catch her l)reath which she has not had time to get and I recognize Irene Gunsenhouser. She has been made head nurse due to her skill and accurately performed tasks at which she has been working for seven tedious years. The Butler Hospital has had the good fortune to obtain the best sui ' geon in this section of the coiintry, and who was a former resident of Butler. Wade Newcombe has lived to see his hopes and aspirations take physical form. But if we hope foi- that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it, is the lesson Rev. L. P. Hul)l)art gave to his congregation of the LTnited Brethren church at Newville, which town has also increased iu size. He has converted many people and has done other good community work. Rev. Hubbart ' s wife, formerly Mary Hablawetz, has made for herself an honored and deeply reverenced place in the hearts of the people of the community. In Chicago I see hundreds of yellow taxi cal)s darting through the .streets of the metropolis. There is a traffiic jam due to a collision of a taxi and a Foi ' d. The driver of the taxi is Kenneth Jennings who has lost control of his car caused by the icy pavements. No one is hurt because Fate has chosen this method to unite old acquaintances. Mr. and Mrs. Glenn Jennings, Page Twenty-four '