Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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TROPAEUM lfiwlff I, Ralph Knox, will my ability to play basketball to next year's team. I, Dorothy Lower, will my blond hair to Kathryn Kandel. I, Elsie Marie Lyon, will my ability to play the accordion to William Eaton. I, Frank Lynn, will my handsome features to Lloyd Meeks. I, Jessie McCann, will a share of my high school education to Don Steife. since wedding bells will soon be ringing for me and my dream man. I, Beatrice McCleery, will my ability to get hmy man to Ilah Slentz. I, Bettie McClellan, will my feminine ways to Geraldine Campbell. I, Edith Mercer, will my facial makeup and hair dress to Betty Keller. I, Darrell Miller, will my motto, There's no future in studying to Thelma Mutzfeld. I, Betty Rose Miller, will my height to Betty Nichols. I, Ronald Miller, will my dislike of girls to Malcolm Gearhart who seems to prefer them all. I, Jeannette Mutzfeld, will my studious ability to Loyal Miller. I, Maxine Oberlin, will my dimples to Lynn Blackwell. I, Naomi Oberlin, will my golden locks to Lucile Miller. I, Willard Oberlin, will my stature to Jack Yates. That's all you need. Jack. I, Dorothy Obendorf. will my late datesw to Elizabeth Brown. Careful Elizabeth! I, Helen Olds, will my sober expression to Winfred Keep. I, John Osborne, will my freckles to Laura Cline. I, Wesley Pellett, will my ability to get into mischief to Lyle Bloomfield. I, Lois Perry, will my natural curls to Deloris Dailey. I, Wilma Reinhart, will my rosy complexion to Vera Houck. I, Deloris Rhoads, will my ability to keep secrets to Eula Gall. I, LaVersa Rohlof, will my unruly blond curls to Laua Belle Maggert. I, Morris Smith, will my love affairs to the freshman Eileen Carpenter. I, Frederick Strock, will a share of my heartbeats to Robert Moudy Better watch out, Nathalie. I, Reba Thiel, will my 'Lpage boy style to Florence Rohrs. I, Ruth Thurber, will my ability to get out of town boy-friends to Joan Sudborough. Maybe she could hold them a little longer since they say absence makes the heart grow fonde-r . I, Lloyd Wilson, will my nick-name Stub to Lawrence Dunning. I, Donald Wischmeier, will my never-obeying hair to Virgil Alwood. Perhaps he will have better luck with it. We, the Senior Class of '40, on this 12th day of May. do hereby depart from this enjoyable high school life, leaving our will and testament hoping that each forthcoming student may profit from our characteristics. abilities and achievements. -T1-eeva Houck, Page Tu'enti1-Tlzrcc

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TRCPAEUM i940 hints for solving the age old bedtime worry of what to cook for breakfast. Tonight two very prominent midwestern housewives, the former Dorothy Lower and ditto Betty McClellan aired their favorite menus. Lloyd Wilson, your bedtime news commentator, appeared with his usual array of nightmare inducing facts. He said that socialite Josephine Hunt has announced that the sensational girl jockey, Ruth Gengnagel, will saddle her horse Flatfoot when the Derby is run. I plan to retire with a note of this under my pillow so that I may lose my paycheck wisely. Frederick Brown. Editor's Note: fTranslated into English from the original Esperanto by Maxine Oberlin, instructor of Ancient languages, National University, CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1940, bubbling over with exceeding knowledge, which we have accumulated in the past four years, do feel this a great honor to leave our will and testamentll to the remaining students of good old Butler High. Washington, D. CJ I, Barbara Banbury, will my height to Allen Steckley. It won't be quite so easy for Marjorie to use the rolling pin, Allen. I, Juanita Blackwell, will my red hair to Nathalie Eyster, since Nathalie's attempt to dye hers this shade was unsuccessful. I, Wilma Blaker, will my self estimation to Marian Haynes. I, Frederick Brown, will my meek ways to Virginia Alwood. I, Hugh Campbell, will my peculiar ways to Norman Dohner. I, Eileen Carpenter, will my Chemistry book to some studious Junior. l simply could not get used to Mr. Berg's method of springing tests. I, William Carpenter, will my egotistical ways to Carolyn Fanning. I. Scott Cook, will my smiles and good nature to Eldean Johnston. I, Elaine Cosper, will my little short spells of temper to Esther Naitzka. I, Thoris Culbertson, will my ability to create original jokes to Allen Fisher. I, Betty Deck, will my quiet steps to Norman Baldwin. CQuiet Pleaselj I, Mary June Devitt, will my unsophisticated ways, including my giggles. to Iva Snyder. I'm much more grown up now! I, Ruth Gengnagel, will my dark eyes to Betty Turner. I. Betty Joy Hallett, will my ability to play the clarinet to Diana Culler. I, Junior Houser, will my teasing ability to Jean Naitzka. I, Josephine Hunt, will my position at I-Iarvev Phelps' to Lila Long, I, Kenneth Jennings, will my bashfulness around girls to Paul Loomis. I. Mary Kepler, will my dancing ability to Billy Knox. Page Twenty-Two

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TRGPAEUM 1940 The Superintendenfs Page To The Class of 1940: Greetings and best wishes for your continued happiness. May the things you planned and hoped for during your high school days come to pass in your lives with greater fruitfulness than your fondest expectations. School days are happy days. They slip away so rapidly and as they retire into the mist of the years how cherished are the little symbols which recall pleasant memories. That class ring, school letter, or award of one kind or another. What a host of memories they bring back. How well you will remember the day you received them and how you have treasured and guarded them ever since. About every golden memento of your school days there hangs already an aura of rich associations. They are like lit- tle bridges leading back to yesterday. No one of them will mean more to you or bring you deeper and richer memories than this-Tropaeum of 1940-which you have dedicated to those who have passed-as you are now passing-from thesc portals out into the problems of life. Now you are all together but in a few days you will be scattered far and wide. Come back to us and it will seem strange to you, a few years and there are only memories, memories that you would not erase even if you could. Ministers, lawyers, doctors, teachers, artists, and a host of other professional and industrial workers have builded upon the foundation received here and each of them has held aloft the banner of the Green and Gold. Were high school days empty of all else but friendships, four years would be but a trifle to take from the long chain of years, to burnish and set as a beacon to light the way be- yond. We are grateful to those who understand us, who sense our weaknesses and strengths, who, knowing us, yet love us and call us pals to the end of time. Come back to us whenever you wish, here you are always welcome, for we belong to you. Mr. Price. Pc ge Twenty-Four