Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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CLASS POEM REMINISCENCE As I gaze back into The days of long ago I begin to wonder What made the time fly so. It seems t ' was only yesterday We were filing up the step Into a little old schoolhouse Ah! I can see it yet. It was standing there so lonely Until we children came When we entered with our chatter The place was not the same. Then swiftly came the happy days And soon the years slipped past Ere we know it, we had started On our hiah school days at last. Perhaps at times we may have wished That school days soon would end Yet, when they do I think we ' ll wish That they were back again; Yes back in old Butler School house Which soon now will be bare Of all our friends and many things We grew to love while there. Yes, we will miss our school days As into the world we go We know it won ' t be so care free There will be bliss and woe. And now while we have the chance To trudge along to school We should all be so very glad To obey the Golden Rule. And thank God that we were born In this glorious land of the free And have the chance to learn About Our Great Democracy. — Dorothymae Robison Page Eighteen

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PROPHECY of the CLASS OF ' 44 ASA RESULT of my endeavor? in a Flower Naming Contest, I was awarded a tcur of the United States with all expenses paid. On my way to the station I found Ralph Gunsenhouser, super salesman of the daily newspaper, the Loud Speaker, shouting, Extra! Extra! Wanda Briegel voted best dressed woman in America. Imagine my surprise! Since I had a few hours before traveling time, I decided to call on Marilyn Haynes who had retired on her husband ' s pay (he is a General in the Air Corps) and meet her very devoted Chauffeur, William Estel Bellamy, and her Butler, John Otto Sattison. Marilyn and her servants were so charming that I just couldn ' t resist their invi ' ation to dinner and the theater. We are lucky enough to get a ticket on Ihe opening night of Norma Hunter and Dick Dielman ' s appearance in Hunter Gets Her Man. Enroute from Chicago to Rock Island on the private yacht of Ralph Seltenright, we ran into a storm and were cast upon the shores of a small island. Here, much to my surprise, I found Dorothymae Robison, and her constant companion and private secretary, Annabelle Reinhart. We were taken back to the mainland on a cutter owned and operated by Bob Upp and Jim Provines. My next stop was Denver where I found Bob Alwood leading an all girl band and featuring as his vocalists, Robert Fisher and Lynn Culbert- son. To pass away the lonely hours on the remainder c»E my trip until we reached Salt Lake City, I purchased Betty Hamman ' s new novel, A Flower- Grows In Butler from that great librarian and book selector, Anna Thomp- son. I arrived in Salt Lake City just in time for the annual celebration of Beautiful Girls ' Day and discovered that Mary Mutzfeld was queen of the fete and that Wanda Peters and Ruth Baker were her attendants. The king was none other than Stewart Capp, the queen ' s high school days admirer. Since we were going to stay in Salt Lake City for a few hours I decided to go to a restaurant. I found Betty Gafken, the former Betty James, was the manager. While there, I also renewed my acquaintance with Harold Harter and Lloyd Moughler. Since Harold ' s brother had resigned as Mayor of Newville to become a Colonel in the United States Army, Harold was doing a capable job of running the affairs of everyone, with Lloyd as his chief counselor. While passing through San Francisco, I visited Imogene Capp who was the head nurse at Come and Rest Hospital and Charles Yates who had been a doner (or is it Dohner) of blood. When I finally arrived home. I saw Maurice Bonecutter leading a brass band which I thought was playing for my return but instead, it was for Sir Charles Jennings, the greatest love singer of all times, who was making a personal appearance at the local theater. He is called the Second Frank Sinatra. After meeting all these old friends of mine I decided to go home before I met my old teachers — anyway, I was tired. Connie Baker. Page Seventeen

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CLASS WILL YY E, the Senior Class of 1944, being of exceptionally sound mind, and over-flowing with knowledge which we have accumulated durin the past four years leave this our last will and testament to the remaining stu- dents of Butler High. I, Bob Alwood, will my ability in spores to Darrell Wilson. I, Connie Baker, will my ability to serenade my friends to Janet Houck. (Even the teachers like it.) I, Ruth Baker, will my curly hair and dimples to Helen Barkmv.n. I, Bill Bellamy, will my ability to play basketball to Max Gaff. I, Maurice Bonecutter, will my drum stick to Lyle Call (Nancy will help you Lyle.) We, Wanda JSriegel and Betty James, will our smooth waltzing ability on skates (?) to Jean Hollinger and Betty Dailey. I, Imogene Capp, will my interest in boys to Carol Lee, and my Win- Em smile to Donna Keefer. I, Stewart Capp, will my physical stature and my affection for the freshman girls to Flappy Cather. We k now they are cute. I, Lynn Culbertson, will my quiet ways to Lee Carpenter. I, Dick Dielman, will my dates with Velma Mae to a certain Junior boy. Here ' s your chance, Amos. I, Robert Fisher, will all my dates and love affairs to Verl Snyder and my ability to get along with the teachers to Jake Rex. I, Ralph Gunsenhouser, alias Gus the Fingers will my quiet manner in Bible class to anyone taking Bible next year. I, Harold Harter, will my seat on the bus with my little blonde sweet- heart to my brother Clarence (Take good care of her.) I, Marilyn Haynes, will my shorthand books (all three of them) to any- one that can have better success with them than I ' ve had. I, Norma Hunter, will all my out of town boy friends to Lois Tomlin- son, and my skating ability to Zwanda Zeisloft. Page Nineteen