Butler Township High School - Osage Yearbook (Peru, IN)

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I, Emily Smith, bequeath my tinyness to J. D. Smith, my nstencll- like complexionn to Charlotte Worl, and my ability to be heard to Janet Waters. I, Leslie Sproal, bequeath my many boy friends to Connie Shackle- ford, my Ben Hur perfume to anyone that has too many friends, and my ability to speak rapidly to anyone whose speech needs speeding up. Besides these bequests, we leave our best wishes to any and all who may desire them. Any property or personal possessions of ours that may remain in addition to the items specified we give and bequeath to the Miami Coun- ty Board of Education to use as it sees fit. We can think of nothing that we have forgotten except our old books, and we suggest that they be given to the Freshmen class, thus saving money which may be applied to the teachers' salaries or toward the purchase of mouth organs, ukeles, and kazoos for the school orchestra. Of course, this is en- tirely a matter for the discretion of the school board. Finally, we do hereby name and appoint as the sole executor of this, our last will and testament, our class advisor, Mr. Robert E. Boggs. In witness whereof we, the class of 1952, the testator, have set our hand and seal on this thirteenth day of April in the year of 1952. 7? .ef M flu... te. WMA.. ,flatly mmf ffg 4,..,,... :queue 40.-L o-1ArELfZ67 FAREWELL The class of 1952 must go away from here, Out in the busy world we're overdue. The way is clear before us, But a strange unrest comes o'er us, For a voice is calling, 'Rise and do.' Our days no longer will be spent in planning mighty deeds, We shall not drift at ease along 1ife's stream. le must live with zest and beauty In a world of toil and duty, And gone forever are the hours to dream. lay all the lessons we have learned and all the truths you've taught Be with us as we struggle to succeed. If there's aught in earnest trying, Aught in smiling and not sighing, You'll be proud of us, dear school, indeed. Oh, Butler High School skillfully, with sympathetic care You've guided us the maze of learning through. Though away our steps are turning And for freedom we are yearning, Ev'ry heart still burns with love for you.

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Senioceldu 7041! We, the class of '52, in the township school of Butler, the county of llaml, and the state of Indiana, being ln as as usual, and ln much better temper than usual, our last will and testament, rendering void and will or wills that may have been previously made of temporary optimism. good mental condition do hereby make this, of no avail any former by us during a period Although, being as psychologically complex as befits a Senior class, we consist of seven separate and distinct entitles, or what have you, we are in such complete accord, thinking alike, and seldom, that the editorial--now alas, funereal--'we' will be used to denote our col- lective entity throughout this document. We have no specific directions to leave concerning our funeral, but we do hops you will come prepared to praise as well as bury us, forgetting the trifling faults and remembering the manifold and remark- able virtues. We feel that our will live after us, but, not that a tablet, on which shall brilliant record and our unusual achievements wishing to take any chances, we suggest be inscribed our several names and a few of our most astounding deeds, be purchased and placed in the auditorium of the school in a position where it will strike the eyes of all who QntQre And in this manner do we dispose of our possessions: First: le direct that all our Just debts and gradu- atlon expenses be fully paid and satisfied as BOOH GB convenient after our graduation. Second: le, the Seniors of '52 leave and bequeath to the school fifty dollars 4350.001 to be applied on the purchase of a mlmeograph to be used by the Journalism class and the school. Third: le give, devise, and bequeath unto the school the peaceful quiet caused by our absence and any apple cores, wads of gum, or crumpled notes we may have left about. I, Eva Durkes, bequeath my artistic ability to Betty Ann Dyer, my red hair to whoever can manage lt, and my ability to lose my temper and speak my mind to Rita Arrlck. I, Dolly Faust, bequeath my yell leading experience to Dewey Lytle, my many funny faces to Carleen Comerford, and my acting ability to anyone that can use I, Janet McGowan, great quantity of fan Dick Contlno to anyone it and keep a straight face. bequeath my dainty coughing to Kenneth Baker, my mall to Emma Lee Wills, and my many pictures of that will take good care of them, as I did. I, Robert loCowan, bequeath my ability to play basketball to Lee Gr1gsby,' my upper plate to anyone that is shy a few teeth, and my talent for flirting to anyone that needs it. I, Jane Powell, bequeath my studious disposition to Marvin Harris, my silent walking shoes to Janet Sutton, and my violin to the first person that can play my favorite piece as well as I did.

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791044469 On our trip through Indiana in the year of 1980, we came in con- tact with our former senior class of 1952 of Butler High School. There were many very interesting changes. We stopped at the old Butler School for a visit. As we entered the school a very bright and charming principal greeted us. This principal was none other than gur old friend, Bob McGowan. Bob is doing a very fine Job of teaching and, believe it or not, Bob has five ffne, handsome boys who are stars on the varsity basketball team. Bob is very happily married to Deloris Malott. Principal IcCowan now resides with his wife and five boys in his large mansion which has 35 rooms. In the beautifully landscaped grounds sur- rounding hls home is a private swimming pool. He lives in the town of Peoria which is now a metropolis of 100,000 people. It is a very pros- perous city with several large factories, and stores that compare favor- ably with Block's and Ayres' stores ln Ind1anap011s, We ventured on from the school to Old Santa Fe. we were very happy to 399 UW' Old friend, Emily Smith who is now Mrs. Ronald Poor. Emily is doing a very fine Job for a woman who has to take care of eight children and keep house for her husband. Emlly's husband has taken over the Smith store which Emily inherited from her father. The store is now larger than the Standard Market in Peru back in 1952. Don't hesitate to stop in at Poor's Super Market, they sell everything from needles to Rocket Ships. Oh! by the way, they really have some good buys on those used Space ships. We were sorry to leave Emily but we had to see some more of our old friends. We were driving along the road in our rocket car, when we just happened to see our old friend, Dolly Faust, riding the same old horse she had been riding when she was a senior. We asked her what she had been doing, but all she said was that she d1dn't know which man she wanted to marry and settle down with. We felt so sorry for Dolly for we know she never wanted to be an old maid. Hurry and latch on to some of those boys, Dolly, before they fade away. We do believe though, that the lucky man is golng to be Edgar Nash, a former graduate of Butler School. We Just couldn't stop any longer talking to Dolly because lt was getting late. We then ventured over to Amboy where we came in contact with Irs. William King who was formerly Eva Durkee. Eva seemed to be very happy although she has become the mother of nine little Kings. Bill, Eva's husband, is now the engineer of a rocket train on the C. A 0. Railroad. He is doing very well with his rocket engine, while Eva is at home taking care of the little Kings and keeping house. We left Eva's home and continued our Journey. Our next stop was at the home of our friend, Jane Powell, Jane is, unmarried, and she is now a famous scientist. As you know, Jane always wanted to study insects and plants. We remember her telling us she would like tb be a scientist. We never would believe her, but it so happens that she got what she most wanted. Jane was telling us of her wonderful discovery about plants. Imagine! Jane says if it weren't for the seeds of plants, there would be no new plants growing! In her spare time, Jane is keeping house and 0, what a house! It is as large as Butler School. So you know that she is really busy. Time flies all too quickly, and we were compelled to leave Jane in order to renew our acquaintance with the former Janet lcCowan. Janet, now Hrs. Charles Hoover, was well pleased when she finally latched on to one of the Air Force men she wrote to while a senior at B. H. S. we