Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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----- ---- -THE TROPAEUM-----H ----- - beth Brown, was chief cook and bottlewasher. I sat down at a table where my old friend, Clarence Everett Bonecutter, the engineer, was struggling with the problem, How to Keep the Streets Clean Without Working. As we were talking, we heard the fire siren blowing, and past the window went Fire Chief Johnny Kessler at the wheel of the hook and ladder truck. Johnny is such a fast driver that once, going to a fire, the motor fell out, and Johnny coasted 50 miles to the fire. Following the fire truck, I learned that the fire was at Kandel's Kandy Kannery, the biggest enterprise in Butler. It is reported that Mr. Kandel first started making candy after a party, at which he got his hair full of taffy. Two of his stenographers, Madge Haynes and Ilah Slentz, told me that the fire was caused by the All-Is-Calm tractor dealer, Forest Trenary. Forest was demonstrating how his tractor was superior to all others. The fire truck returned to the City Hall and the Tex-Go oil dealer, Robert Robinette, filled it with Tex-Go gasoline. As Robert had just received his paycheck, his wife, the former Eldean Johnston, was on her way to the Ren- necker's Dime-A-Dozen Hat Shop. Eldean told me that Gailanna Zeisloft won the title, Miss Indiana, the girl of the year, and that Esther Naitzka was the runner-up in the contest. Esther is also the owner of Naltzka's New Noses establishment, and it is reported that she is getting rich fixing others' noses. Her specialty is fixing noses that are always getting into other people's business. I then met the great sportsman and fisherman, Wayne Traxler, who has caught the biggest fish ever hooked by man. Wayne told me it was so large it never has been measured. While we were talking, along came Devere Provines and his wife, the former Diana Culler, who asked me to dinner the next day at their farm home. There I met Hubert Carpenter, a farmer, and his wife, the former Ida Margaret David. They told me that Howard Ricketts and Richard Dohner, the two bachelor farmers, are in hiding because it is Leap Year and are afraid of getting caught. After unsuccessfully searching for them all summer, I, at last, wearied of my search and returned to work. -Allen Steckley. CLHSS WILL We, the Senior Class of 41 who have notoriously shunned the Honor Roll and continuously plagued the teachers with I don't know , and having minds exceedingly fresh and unburdened with stuff such as the Pythagorean theorem and Caesar's trip to Gaul and with sound bodies, a trifle weary from a four-year's sitting within the confines of Butler High School, we do make, declare, and publish this, our last will and testament, revoking all and every will or wills, codicil or the like made heretofore. We do give and bequeath to- Page Twenty-Three slain 0:0 101014 r11r11n1sr1an1cn14r1cn14sj1x11xj1 n:nio11r1411:o1o14sjo14wj4x:cv1cr141ev11njf:cn:o1crj1ni4n14 '5'

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'--------'----THE TROPAEUM- ------- - I CRYSTQL GQZING I, a staid old schoolteacher, decided to take a summer vacation and go back to Butler, my old home town. After buying a ticket and a parachute from the Fly and Die Airline, I boarded the plane where much to my sur- prise, I met Hellene Dixon, another schoolteacher. She told me she had just finished lecturing to her class on the subject Who's Ye Hoodi. Bob Croninger, the mechanic, started the motor, and then Norman Baldwin, the ace pilot, who has flown 20,000 miles with only 100 accidents, climbed into the plane. The stewardess, Laura Belle Maggert, came to the door and cautioned us not to fasten our safety belts, as we might have to jump at any moment. The plane was soon in the air and looking down, I perceived Martin Heinrich von Broekers, an officer in the Civilian Conservation Corps, who I am told is in love with the fperoxidej blonde movie actress, Maryellen Thurber. The next sight I saw was one of Uncle Sam's Cruisers with Lieutenant Robert Williams watching Norman Dohner scrub decks. Robert is president of the Back to Bachelorism club, which every man in the Navy must join. I tuned in the television radio set in the plane and listened to Robert Moudy, tenor saxophone soloist with his own orchestra. One of the high- lights of the program was a drum solo by Russell Hoffer, the hot snare drummer. On account of bad weather, the plane was delayed in Chicago all day Sun- day. In the morning I went to church, and upon entering, I heard the sten- torion voice of Reverend Lawrence Dunning. After the services, I met his modest and retiring wife, the former Nathalie Eyster. Arriving in Butler on Monday evening, I stepped off the plane and met none other than Allan Teutsch, Butler's new night marshal. He had just come from an automobile accident in which Herbert Freidenberger. a semi- truck driver, had smashed into a car driven by Malcolm Gearhart, basketball coach at Butler High School. Malcolm was the star player on his basketball team in college, never missing a shot in over 500 games. Another occupant of the car was Lorraine Houlton, now band director at good old B. H. S. Lorraine was such a good trombone player that the college gave up the band and let her take its place. Other officers investigating the crash were Bob Dove, a State Police officer, and Lloyd Meeks, a Federal Bureau of Investigation agent, who happened to be passing by. Allan told me that Winfred Keep is a chemist with the Rubber Buggy Bumper Company, and that Allen Fisher is a radio engineer with radio sta- tion H-A-M-F-A-T. Getting hungry, I strolled uptown to Buck Bellamy's Restaurant, and the head-waitress, Pauline Norrick, told me that another classmate of mine, Eliza- rjojoioiojlxlojoicriocoojoioic .311 OID. nzozoznzoxox sxozaxzcvicxxvcpogoxnxozuxsxsf xoxogoxux u1n1o1n1o1o1 'Q Page Twenty-Two O

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------------ '1' H E '1' R o P A E U M --------- Mr. Price our appreciation for his advice and ever present willingness to help. To Miss Crim our endeavor to make a more well behaved sixth period library class with our absence. To Mr. Parker our economics workbooks which are overflowing with UD answers. ' To Mr. Oberlin the power of our persuasion in keeping the homeroom for the oncoming seniors. To all other teachers our hopes of their having more studious classes than we seniors of 41 . And as individual members: I, Norman Baldwin, will my soberness to Dick Dove and my artistic ability to Charlotte Wilson. I, Harold Bellamy, will my desire to eat to Berdena Souders. Butter- scotch pie is my favorite dish. I, Clare Bonecutter, will my tuba playing ability to Don Steffe and my sophisticated profile to Woodena Fifer. I, Martin Broekers, will my manly conduct to Charles Yates and my way with the teachers to Joan Sudborough. I, Elizabeth Brown, will my waistline to Garland Dohner and my imagin- ative ability to Marian Haynes. I, Hubert Carpenter, will my freckles to Junior Parkinson. These might help you to win the freckle contest sometime. Imagine being crowned King Frecklesf' I, Robert Croninger, will my skeleton stature to Mariellen Ault. Loose joints come in handy. I, Diana Culler, will my sparklin' eyes and win'em smile to Annabelle Reinhart. I, Ida Margaret David, will my dimples and curly hair to Thelma Myers and my short skirts to Annabelle Bonecutter. I, Hellene Dixon, will my strutting Walk to Betty Hamman. I, Norman Dohner, will my bashfulness to Don Neuenschwander. I, Richard Dohner, will all my good times by sleeping in class to Thelma Mutzfeld. My attitude toward sleep is just more of it . I, Robert Dove, will my ability in sports to Stewart Capp excepting my long shots in basketball, which I will to Bill Wagner. I, Lawrence Dunning, will my avoirdupois to Martin Raney. I, Nathalie Eyster, will my unfeminine ways to Eula Gall, and Jack to a certain sophomore girl. You can have him now, Theda. I, Allen Fisher, will my favorite sophomore friend to Charlie Knox. Don't ask who. I mean Woodena. I, Herbert Freidenberger, will my nonsensical talk to Irene Ginder. I, Malcolm Gearhart, will my popularity with the girls to Richard Frakes. Don't be frightened, they are harmless. I, Madge Haynes, will my luck in love affairs to Phoebe Claire Oberlin. I, Russell Hoffer, will my seat in Verl's room to Elaine Carpenter. You '15 Page Twenty-Four