Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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CLHSS I-IISTGRY IN A LARGE MEASURE all class historians have the same task. Our class is much like the classes that have gone before. Our work is much the same as others, our trials and difficulties have been like theirsg and no doubt our ambitions and outlook upon the future are not unlike theirs when they stood where we now stand. However, it is our class and we are proud of it. We give no apology because it is no better. It is our class . . . , the one and only class . . . . and we take pride in it. We give you the graduating class of '43 and smile when we think how good it really 1S. In the fall of 1939 the Freshman Roster boasted eighty-three enthu- siastic seekers of learning, the largest class ever to enter the portals of that Citadel of wisdom-Butler High School. We took up our work with all the zest of eager young students, but when we commenced chanting amo, amas, amatf' our enthusiasm was somewhat diminished. The good fortune of always keeping so large a class as we had when we entered was not to be enjoyed. One by one they have dropped out for various causes until now at roll call we have but fifty-one, We greatly feel the absence of those who have left our company before the quest was completed, but as long as the number can be no greater we are happy indeed that it is no less. Moreover we are convinced that never have lights shone more brightly o'er fair women and brave men than they will on our com- mencement night. Our social attainment and activities extended into many fields. In- dividual initiative and team co-operation showed itself to be one of our assets at an early time in our development. Various members of our class joined those organizations for which they were eligible such as Blue Triangle, Hi-Y, Dough Girls and F. F. A. Clubs. Many members showed skill and talent in athletics and the fine arts. In the Junior year we sponsored the customary banquet for the preced- ing class. The banquet had a patriotic theme, fitting the perilous times, and it was judged a huge success. It was also our privilege to present a class play in each of our last two years. The Junior play was entitled Miss Smartyf' the Senior play was Don't Take My Penny. Both were worthy accomplishments. Above all, class organization must not be forgotten, for that was one of the most interesting and exciting events at the beginning of each of the four years. We were endowed with very capable leaders chosen from among our ranks. They performed their duties with a faithfulness that brought honor to themselves and the class. As Freshmen we were led by Carolyn Fanning. Her staff was composed of Kathryn Kandel, vice-presi- dentg Marilyn Houck, secretaryg Clark Springer, treasurer. ln the Sopho- more year Leo Haddix was elected presidentg Richard Hollinger, vice-presi- dentg Vera Houck, secretary-treasurer. When we were Juniors Gordon Page Eighteen

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Tl-IE QNNUI-'lL STQFF The first Butler High School annual was published in 1900. Since that time it has been the ambition of each Senior Class to publish a year book ontaining a record of achievements of their high school days. On Februaiy 1 the 1943 Tropaeum staff was chosen. Members of the staff are: Editor-in-chief .. Asslt. Editor .... Business Manager Circulation Mgr. . Ass't. Circulation Activities Editor Sports: Basketball .. Orchestra . . . Glee Club .. Clubs: Blue Triangle H1-Y ........ . . . Dough Girls .... Future Farmers .... Essay Editor: . Gordon Oberlin .. ...... Wendell Bell Richard Hollinger ..... Donna Olds .. Lucilc Miller .. Robert Bryant Richard Hollinger ...... Jack Yates . Berdena Souder .. Woodena Fifer Raymond Slentz Kathryn Kandel Bob Ridge Chief .... ..... V era Houck History .... . Lynn Blackwell Will ..... Joan Sudborough Prophecy ....... Ruby Houlton Poem and Motto .... . .. Carolyn Fanning Jokes ..... Donald Webb Snapshot Editor . . . . Alumni Editor . .. Faculty Advisers: .. Theda Baldwin Jean Naitzka Miss Lucile Meacham, Mrs. Prue Oberlin, Mr. Cletis Jenkins. Page Seventeen

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Oberlin and Vera Houck performed the duties of president and secretary- treasurer respectively. Now we have Richard Hollinger as our president, Donald Webb, vice presidentg Vera Houck, secretary and Richard Frakes. treasurer. To lead us in patriotic work the student body chose Vera Houck as '!Miss Butler. She and her assistants directed our sale of War Bonds and Stamps, in which Butler High went 'Lover the top exceeding all estimates of the faculty. Various salvage campaigns were also sponsored. The years we have been together bind us into a solid group of friends. We shall be faced with the hurricane of war and our work against a com- mon foe must be well done. Imbued with the goldcn friendships formed, the excellent instruction received, we will put our happy school days behind to prove our worth to the world. Lynn Blackwell. CLHSS PROPHECY IT'S 1953 and I am in Grand Central Station waiting on a train. The war is over. Troops are returning from occupation of Europe. People are milling by. I think I will look and see who is getting off this train, My! What snappy uniforms! Why it's Col. Richard Frakes, Master Sgt. Bob Ridge and Commanding Officer, Don Webb. tDon never did intro- duce us to '4Rosie, the girl he used to skate the moonlight waltz with at The Silver Moon Skating Rink! There are some more former classmates. P. F. C. Raymond Slentz, Lt. Jack Yates, and good Buck Private Johnny Sherck. CI wonder if Raymond remembers way back in 1943 when, while riding with a classmate one night. he ran into another car. Strange!! I walked up to the depot clerk to ask about my train. The clerk was Richard Eakright. He reported that Jack Yates is still the same old wolf. Richard said that Johnny Sherck lost out in the race for Esther Spake's hand when Bob Ridge took over the situation. I wonder who that dignified well-dressed business man is? Why, Lloyd Carpenter! And he's head of the stock markets on Wall Street. Why, isn't that Gordon Oberlin who just brushed past me? There's Mayor Blackwell handing Mr. Carpenter the key to the city. Well, can you imagine that?- Opal Stuller and her brass band welcoming Mr. Carpenter to the city. Page Nineteen