Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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Class Prophecy MISS X. — Hello, central, ring B. H. S., one nine three nanght please. No, B. H. S. one thousand nine hundred thirty. Yes, yes, central, B. H. S. nineteen thirty. (.)h, hello dear. How are you? MISS Y. — (Jli niucli Ijetter, thank you. I just returned from Dr. Holnian ' s office; you ioro])al)ly know him, Aaron Holman. ami he said . . . oh, by the : . have you seen liis new wife? MISS X. — No, i ha ' en ' t seen her yet. Who was it iu ' niari ' ied this time? MISS Y. — Berniece Stuller is hei ' name. He knew her a long time and I real- ly believe it was a case of lo c that brought them together. They seen] so happy. ' ' MISS X. — Dr. Holman has a vei;y lovely nurse, doesn ' t he? MISS Y. — Yes, and she is very comix ' tcnt. SUSS X. — Miss Kline has worl cd several years for him. jMISS Y. — Wasn ' t it wondt ' rful of Vivian to take up tlmt work? I tliink she I ' cally enjoys it. MISS X. — I ' m sure tlmt she does, liut say, I ' ve l)een having the most thrill- ing time ! MISS r.— Really? What have you been doing? MISS X, — r ' e taken up aviation and it ' s just nmrvelous, I ' ve had three lessons already and my iiistruetoi ' is the iiiosi adora))le fellow. His name is Leo Tyson. MISS Y. — ( )h yes, he is (juite a noted aviator, isn ' t he? I ' ve heard a great deal about him. But say, have you been reading about the fellow that is going to attemi t to break the woi-ld ' s speed record at Daytona Beach? MISS X, — Do you mean l eroy Johnson? Say, won ' t he get some tlii ' ills? Wouldn ' t you jusi love to see him? MISS Y. — Oil, yes, I wouhl. I u1 1 believe I would just as leave see another prize fight like 1 saw last night though, in preference to it. MISS X. — Were you really at a prize fight, ' Who were the fighters? MISS Y. — Scidly . sh and Nelson De ' ei ' fought and Divi ' i ' was lauicked out in file twenty-first round. MISS X. — Twenty-first ' Oh, my dear, they never tiglit that many rounds. MISS Y. — Well, jjrobalily it wasn ' t. I jnst eonldn ' t keep track of them. But, anyway Dover ' s wife, who used to be (Jertrude Johnson, was there, and she nearly fainted when he was knocked out. MISS X. — I ' m afraid it wcndd ha ' e lieen al st too nuich for me, too. VaxI I must tell you whei ' e I was hist night. I went to a conci ' rt given by Genevieve Chapman Slmnks ami Buren Ulm, and it was really won- derful. They sang some beautiful niunbers and then their accom- panist, Doris Kester, played several selections. ■j-i-ifroiiTT Png-e Twenty-two

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Class Will WE, THE Senior Class of 1930 of the ( ity of Butler. Ix ' iiii.- ,,f (.xccptioually sound mind. good, healthy and kimlly disjjosition. desii ' c as we see the last days of our liigh S(diool ei niiiiy to an end when we shall all go forth into the storms of life do exeentc this, dui- last will and trslamcnt in the liO])es that it will help the friends we leave lidiiiid to liiid a world of liap|iiiii ' ss when they shall Inive eome to the end nf tiicii- liiiih sehr )! days. To our lionored faculty c Seniors, twenly-five in nund)er. do will our everlasting respect and love. To a Junior, our president ' s executive aliility. To Carl I-Sryant, Jjloyd Ash ' s hoistt ' i ' ousness. To l- ' ord Doan. Elmer Beehe ' s al ility to hit long shots. To Charles Metcalf. Hohei ' t I ' xn iiigtmrs knowledge of Model T Fords. To Dave iSlakei-. A. L. Brown ' s Air Stories . To Martha Hatfield, Helen Cook ' s Juliet roles in plays. To Ruth Mutzfeld, liable Casebere ' s ability to drive both small Fords and ))ig Dodges. To Helen Vaft1e, Kagna Bi ' yant ' s studious nature. To Kester Cather. Leo Tyson ' s half-mile grin, To Art Lyons, Nelson Dover ' s meek sp irit and his red Foi ' d. To Junior Culbcrtson, Aaron Holman ' s si ' at by the assembly vindow. To Earl Risei-, Robert HoUingei- ' s Waterlno d;ite. (See the doniu- foi- details.) To Robert Kester. l e Roy Johnson ' s reckless driving. To Josephine Shaffer, Hiden Turner ' s housekeeping abilit} ' . To ; Iarcella Powers, Vivian Kline ' s ,iob as ait editor. To Harold lolitoi ' . Doris Fester ' s ability to play the piaiui. To Myron Lowe, Blaine Rex ' s height. To Emerson .Mdrich, Buren Ulm ' s Freshman girl. To Kathryn Xoi ' agon. liernice Stuller ' s (luii ' t manner. To LeMoil Graft, (Jerti-ude Johnson ' s attenipt to gi-ow long hair. To H(den Bonecuttt ' i-. Bernard Stuller ' s cui-ly hair. To Mae Hesley, Robert (lehring ' s short-han l lutte book. To Sarah Sewell. Dorothy ' aL!nre ' s dai ' k hail ' and darker eyes. Signed, sealeil, declared and ijublished by tlu ' aforesaid Seiiioi ' (dass as theii ' last will and testament, in the presence of all fellow (dassmen. who at the ir request and in their presence, liave stibscribed our names as witnesses hereto. — Donald J. Keefer. Page Twenty-one

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MISS Y. — I heard that it was A-ery good hut yoxi laiow T novor cnrod so nuK-h for music as I do athletics. MISS X. — Ves, 1 know you wei ' c always crazy alxiut tlicm. ily the way, I suppose you saw the woiKlerful otrc Daiue ronthall yaiiie. AIISS Y. — (Jh, certainly! I wouldiri lia c iiiiss Ml it. ( ' oacli Iveefer sure does kiiiiu- his slurraiiiiiit foolliall. .Viid say. llicy had tln ' i-leveri ' Sl yvW leader. He was ti ' aiiied hy lli ' ehi ' . JMISS X. — (Jh, yes, I reiiieinber of hearing ahnul tlic school l ' liiici- I ' .cclic originated for the training of yell lea lers . ( j)uite an idea, wasn ' t it? MISS Y. — Ver y original. lint to change the snlijcct, do you i-ciiicnilicr Kagna Bryant? MISS X. — Wh.y let me see . . . the name sounils I ' aiiiiliai ' . (»li, 1 I ' ciaeiii- her. She nse l to lie in dui- class al High School. MISS Y. — ' Yes, and now she is diie of the highest i)aid insti ' uct ers at Xortli- western Univei ' sity. MISS X. — ' Keally? lint ilid ynn kimw that Kdlh I ' l (fehi ' lng is also teaching there ' lie has liecome (|uilc noted as a innl ' essor of languages. MISS Y. — 1 ran across anithei ' mie of your old class-iiiates the dthci ' daj ' . I was down at the .on and I Just ha|ij, ' Ued lo noliee :i IVIhiw with llamiiig rcil hair. He looked I ' athei ' familial ' and suildeuly il just dawne(l (in me that it was dames Alwood. illSS X. — i|i, I reniemher him, he was our senier class president. W(dl what was he doing . ' MISS r. — Why he is an animal caret.Mker theii ' . dn knciw he always was foinl of aiumals. Remi ' mlici- Imw ci ' azy he used tn lie aimut a cei ' lain cano ' l when he was a seiiioi- . ' MISS X. — 1 certainly do. ' (lu know I always tlnaight he ' d liecome a great man, and I guess he ' s succeede(l. MISS Y. — Oh, dear, we had sonu ' of the nuist awful troulilc here tlie otliei- day. ]M1SS X. — ' ou did. ' Anything -ci ' y serinus? MISS Y. — Well, iu)t so yovy. hut it vas i-ather annoying. Veu kno ' , - we .jusi liought a new i-adi(i and Kolieit Hexingtdn was installing it. 1I ' was down cellai- hooking a wire on a water pipe and he ]iounded a hol in thi ' pipe and aland di ' owned himself and flooded the hasemeid. MISS X. — -My goodness, wasn ' t he aide to handle a hamno ' i ' . ' Well, what on earth di l you do ? MISS Y. — I was upstairs when it happeiU ' d. I heard him call foi ' hel]i so I I ' an right down t i see what ilie ti ' oidile was. There he stdod with his hand d ' er the pijie trying to keep the walei ' hack and standing in several inches nf water. MISS X. — You calU ' d the idumlier right away didn ' t you? I ' .njo Twontv-tlncp