Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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CLQSS WILL WE, THE SENIOR CLASS OF '43, after 12 years preparation for this final day, after struggling in vain with Proposition No. 5, and the voice and tense of adoremus, do take up our books, bid our relieved teachers goodbyeg and as a last remembrance, leave these tokens to the fortunate and unfortunate members they may fall upon. We do give and bequeath to: The Freshman Class-Our dignity UD and all of our Moron Jokes. The Sophomore Class-Our Algebra report cards fthe colored onesjg our pocket knives and gum. The Junior Class-Our good times as Seniors and our privileges as such. And to the Individual Teachers: Mr. Price-Our sincere appreciation for his guidance and unfailing en- couragement throughout our years at Butler High. Mr. Berg-Our rubber Chemistry aprons and all the rubber corks, tubes, and other scientific material we can confiscate. Also the hope for a future class with scientific minds. Mrs. Stage-Our devotion for her support and inspiration in our world of music. Mrs. Oberlin-All our surplus of stationery and pens plus a sincere wish that Verl will return soon. Mr. McCrory-Our Civics and Economic notes UD and all the jokes we can find. Miss Fuller-Our true wishes for a future behaving library class. Mr. Unger-Our Mathematics workbooks, overflowing with correct UI answers, plus our attempts at sleeping in class. Mr, Jenkins-We will our sincere appreciation for his patience in writ- ing all our admittance slips. Miss Lehman-We leave our strained but improved Cas much as pos- siblej vocal chords. Miss Meacham-Our sincere appreciation for helping us in the composi- tion of this book and for being the friend she is to all of us. As individual members: I, Ruby Ault, cardinal of the class, will my flaming top-knot to Duane Whitman. I, Ruth Ault, will my liveliness and springy walk to Rosemary Rainey. I, Theda Baldwin, will my undignified giggle to Mary Mutzfeld. I, Wendell Bell, leave my mechanical aptitude to anyone hoping for sil- ver wings, too. Page Twenty-T11 rec

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CLQSS POEIVI TO A LOST DAY This is my song, my song, My song to a ceasing day That curling itself, Unfurling itself, Has tumbled itself away On silver-tipped laughter Of Youth's roundelay. And Life's intangible stream but flees On to Death's nocturnal seas, And mystic Time, for an eon or more Counts the short years of men One by one, Score by score. Now some will roam, And others stay home With Poverty's sobs-in the dark, And cruel Greed will feed Upon Truth's chastityg Some make static Wisdom And bright Wealth to be Gluttonous monarchs of men's destiny. The1'e'll be Optimists, dreamers, Pessimists, schemers, Strong men, weak men, And those with a Will Seeing Faith on the top Of a distant hill Men who will seek for their bread in the soil Laborers stretching their roots in the sodg Men who preach, Men who die, And the valiant ones The ones that find GOD. Will your coins be silver Silver or gold, Or black with rust and gray dust, And blighted with long years of mold? Silver, gold? Rust or dust? Dust or Gold? And this is my song, my song, My song to a ceasing day, And the answers lies Hushed-slumbering, lies In the laughter and sighs Of the rich caravan of Tomorrow's skies In the promised gold cloud-mist, Sky-thrown, and sun-kissed Into Tomorrow's Blue skies. By Carolyn Lucee Fanning Page Twenty-Two

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I, Lynn Blackwell, will my perfect report cards and behavior in library to Charles Rohlof. I, Robert Bryant, will my scientific genius to Charles Jennings so he and Nick can become the second Curies. I, Geraldine Campbell, will my ability to play the French Horn to June Love. I, Eileen Carpenter, will my big blue eyes to Lydia Schmidt. I, Lloyd Carpenter, will my slow walk and talk to Lloyd Moughler. How will you ever get to school on time now, Lloyd? I, Laura Cline, will my attentive attitude to Mr. McCrory's class to a certain sophomore girl. At least make him think you're listening, Donna! I, Richard Coll, will my seat on the bus beside Esther Spake, to John Boyer and my original hair-do to Billy Albertson. I, Donna Cosper, will my first point made at the basketball games by a certain Junior boy to Claire Oberlin-beware Abner! I, Keith Culler, will my nickname Speed, to Walter Sawvel. I, Deloris Dailey, will my ability of writing letters to boys in the service to Margaret Blaker. I, Doris Dailey, will my tendency to argue and mischievous attitude in school to Jack Jenks. I, Richard Eakright, Sheik of the town, will my car to Bob Upp. I, Carolyn Fanning, will my Will to Betty Hamman. fPlus 1 spare tire, what she needeth, I hathj I, Woodena Fifer, will my scholastic mind and army boy friend to Opal Keesler. I, Richard Frakes, founder of the All Women Are Poison motto, will my bashfulness and cynical attitude to Dick Dove. I, Eloise Gearhart, will my blonde vivaciousness to anyone taking vitamin pills. I, Irene Ginder, will my good nature to anyone who has a tendency to lose his temper-especially in typing class. I, Robert Ginder, will my popularity with 'tout of town girls and moon- light skates with Rosie to Wendell Webb. I, Vera Houck, will my driver's seat in the Ford to my sister, Joan- providing Gene Campbell goes along to choke it. I, Richard Hollinger, fthe senior class's basketball starl, will this ability to anyone who gets tired of warming the bench. I, Grace Hose, will my shy nature and reclusiveness to Maxine Wann. I, Ruby Houlton, will my theme song- If I Had the Wings of an Angel, to Donald Anderson. I, Kathryn Kandel, will my dimples and black wavy hair to Gene Camp- bell. I, Earl Keller, will my dark corner in the hall to Jim Knox and Grace. I, Marjorie Lott, will my band chair to Lois Jean Tomlinson. Page Twenty-Four