Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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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

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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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I. Betty Hamman, will Dolores Krontz a safety pin to keep her skirt up while skating (It ' s embarrassing isn ' t it?) I, Charles Jennings, will my ability to swoon the neighbor girls to Dorsey Bellamy. I, Lloyd Moughler, will my slow dainty walk to Charles Rohlof. Maybe now you can get to school on time. I. Claire Oberlin. will my wood carving ability to Armand Sicard. Take a tip from an old hand at the game and don ' t let Mr. Jenkins catch you. I, Wanda Peters, will my bashfulness to Iris Webster. I, Jim Provines, will my high school love affairs to Lynn Fuller. You have a good start, Lynn. I, Annabelle Reinhart, will my extra hair pins to Polly Ann Baldwin. (We know they are hard to get.) I, Dorothymae Robison. will my ability to keep out of trouble to Ruth Cotrill and Maxine Wann. I, John Sattison, will all my tardy slips for the first period class (Economics) to any under-classman who loves to sleep as well as I do. I, Ralph Seltenright, will my job as student manager to any basket- ball boy who is tired of warming the bench. I, Anna Thompson, will my studious ability in library to Donna June Dielman. I, Bob Upp, will my trips to Waterloo to Jim Knox. I, Charles Yates, will my ability to go steady with one girl to Amos Snyder. I, Mary Mutzfeld, will my corny ideas to the next Will writer. Page Twenty