Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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TROPAEUM 19 3 7 - JOKES - Miss Brown: Now, children, since we have described what trees, flowers and plants are, who can tell me in his own words what grass is? Lloyd W.: I can, Teacher. Grass is whiskers on the earth. Explorer: Why, you shouldn’t coinplain about handouts. When I was in the arctic I used to live on candles and blubber. Hobo: Well, if I had to eat candles I guess I would too. Jeanette C. (to librarian): I have brought this book back. Mother told me it wasn’t fit for a young girl like me to read. Librarian: T think your mother must be mistaken. Jeanette: Oh, no, she isn’t. I’ve read it all through. Blaine E.: What are you burying in that hole? You act rather suspicious. Neighbor Bryant: Just replanting some of my garden seeds, old man. Blaine: Seeds! That looks more like one of my white leghorn hens. Bryant: That’s all right, the seeds are inside of her. Wilma B.: Those insurance people that have been hanging around here for the past week ask such funny questions. They even wanted to know the state of my mind. Annabell U.: Well, I suppose you left that blank. Ruth T.: You men are all alike. Bill D.: Is that so? Then why do most girls want three or four? Carlton K.: You know, the job situation doesn’t get a bit better. I’ve been trying to line up a position for several months, but there doesn’t seem to be any. Guess I ’ll have to open up an office after I graduate in May. Harvey 0.: Well, being a janitor isn’t so bad in these times. Jeanette N.: Napoleon must have been quite a boy in his day. Marie B.: Mebbe so, but he’s a bust now. Bryant G.: Say, have you noticed the smell in the library lately? Joe 0.: 0, that’s nothing—just the dead silence they keep there. Willard E.: Rita, will you marry me? Rita: Sure. (Silence from Willard.) Rita: Why don’t you say something else, Willard? Willard: I think I have said too much already. Page Thirty

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TROPAEUM 19 3 7 CLASS MEMORIAL A NEW PROGRAM CLOCK CLASS FLOWER AMERICAN BEAUTY ROSE CLASS MOTTO LIVE WIRES NEVER GET STEPPED ON. CLASS COLOR ROYAL BLUE AND OLD GOLD Page Twenty-nine

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TROPAEUM 19 3 7 - JOKES - Lola K.: Have you noticed .Jack Jackson’s new mustache; it makes me iaugh. Anna M.: Tickled me, too. Blaine E.: I guess, Annabel], you’ve gone out with worse-looking fellows than I am. (No answer from the girl friend.) Blaine: I say, Annabel!, 1 guess you’ve gone out with worse-looking fel- lows than I am, haven’t you? Annabel C.: I heard you the first time. I was only trying to think. Harold S.: But, Max, why don’t you like girls ? Max K.: They’re too biased. Harold: Biased? Max: Yes, biased. It’s bias this, and bias that, until I’m flat broke. Martha P.: Do you believe in the survival of the fittest? Joan 1’.: I don’t believe in the survival of anything. My father’s an un- dertaker. Mr. Miller: Now Johnny, try this sentence. “Take the cow out of the lot.” What mood? Johnny R.: The cow. Elaine C.: Will your people be surprised when you graduate this month? Bill G.: No, they’ve been expecting it for several years. Carty K.: Haven’t 1 shaved you before, Poker? Poker: Sorry, but you are mistaken. I got that scar in the great war. Wilma B.: There is no truth in men; they’re like musical instruments which sound a variety of tunes. Joan P.: In other words, you mean you believe all men are lyres. Francis I'.: I’ll bet you wotdd marry the biggest fool in the world if he only asked you. Blanche M.: Just ask me and see. Glen B.: I took first prize at school today, Dad. Dad Bonecutter: Did you? Where is it? Glen: Teacher saw me and I had to put it back. 1‘nr c Thirty-one