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

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were certainly surprised to see Janet living in a large white house with large windows and green shutters. Janet's home was very beautiful with a yard well landscaped. Ae you all must know, Janet's children are all grown and five of them, all boys, attend Purdue University. Janet's five boys all play on the first string of players ln football. None of the boys is shorter than 6'3 . How did she ever raise boys to be that tall! lost of the time Janet listens to the radio and her fa- vorite accordionist, Dick Contino. Well, Janet, we will have to be going because we have one other old Senior friend to meet. Of course, you know who it ls. It's that little old gal from Roann. Yes, its none other than Leslie Sproal. We stopped in to see Leslie and what do you think, Leslie had four children and eight grandchildren. She had surely aged since we saw her last. Lee- l1e's name has now become Mrs. Ronald lclaster. She was looking very well and, above all, she was preparing a large mealg she must have known we were coming. Leslie d1dn't look like the same old person we used to know. we could hardly believe our eyes when we saw her eight little grandchildren. Leslie was living like she always wanted to, with fero- cious animals. Instead of having a domesticated cat she had e tiger, instead of horses she had zebras, and instead of chickens she had eagles And above all, instead of having cows she had antelope. we greatly enjoyed seeing Leslie and her wild animal farm, but we were just a little glad to get away without being seen by the Wcat.' This long trip enabled us to see, once more, several Butlerites whom we hadn't seen in nearly thirty years. what a change thirty years make! I would be true, for there are those who trust meg I would be pure, for there are those who care. I would be strong, for there is much to suffer, I would be brave, for there is much to dare. I would be friend to all- the foe, the friendlessg I would be giving, and forget the gift. I would be humble, for I know my weakness, I would look up- and laugh - and love - and lift! Howard Arnold Walter

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mdofzgladdfffdetofzq In the fall of 1949, our class of ten members entered Butler High School as freshmen. These members were Bill Andrews, Rita Mae Arrlck, Beulah Dillon, John Paul Drake, Lee Grigsby, Deloris Malott, Esther McLay, Franklin Reavis, Jim Winters, and Paul Studebaker. However, later in this year we lost one of our members, Bill Andrews, who moved to Flordia. Still later in the year, Vernon Lytle came back to Butler after having gone to Somerset for the greater part of his freshman work. His coming back made us again have ten members with which we ended the year. Our sophomore class, which started in the fall of 1950, consisted of eight members. They were Rita Arrlck, John Paul Drake, Lee Grigsby, Vernon Lytle, Deloris Malott, Esther McLay, Jim Winters, and Paul Studebaker. Beulah Dillon was married to Jack Hlght just a few days before school started and Franklin Reavis, who was past sixteen years old, was working. Later in this year Paul and Esther quit school and John Paul moved to Amboy and attended Clay Twp. High School. Esther is married and now lives in Peru and Paul in Santa Fe. V We now had five members. About a month before school was out we acquired a new member, Marilyn James, who came from Popular Bluff, Missouri. However, she moved last summer before we started to school in the fall. She now lives at Painton, Missouri. Our class now consists of five members, the same five with which we started this fall. They are Rita Arrick, Lee Grlgsby, Vernon Lytle, Delorls Malott, and Jim Winters. Our class sponsor is Mrs. Runyan. Breathes there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well For him no mlnstrel raptures swellg High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, conoentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung Unwept, unhonour'd and unsung. Sir Walter Scott