Butler University - Carillon / Drift Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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Old College Days By Abe Martin Ole College Days, sighed Tell Binkley th ' oilier day when he heard Butler College wuz goin V he loeated at Fairview Park, eventually. It must be great t ' look bach- on a happy college career, I ' recall ole chums, an ' ole football games, an ' ole bas- ketball victories , an ' early romances, an ' things. It certainly beats lookin ' back on eight or nine years o ' idleness, or maybe drivin a delivery wagon, or clerkin ' fer -$8.00 a week, or wastin ' time an ' energy on some commonplace employment thai would ferev- er keep one in th ' obscure walks of life, even if he became an expert at it. I didn go V no college, but ther hain ' t been a day in th ' last three decades that I couldn have used a college education f good advantage if I ' d had one. I wuz a good paper-hanger when I wuz a boy, an ' might o ' gone t ' college easily on my earmn ' s, but 1 preferred clothes, an ' th ' wild night life o ' Bloom Center. O ' course 1 look pretty good, an ' have a little money laid aside, but I didn ' realize il ' till I had sidewhiskers an ' wuz established in th ' tornado insurance business. Ther used f be a chap named Chester Berry that run in our crowd. He wuz a fine lookin ' athletic non-producer, an ' played th ' picolo in th ' band an ' had t ' chew t ' backer V keep his lips moist. One day his rich uncle from Calif orny dropped in on him an ' wanted t ' take him off his mother ' s hands an ' put him in a Californy College. But, no sir-ree— not fer Chester! He preferred t ' stay wher he wuz, an ' play in th band. That ' s a quarter of a century ago. th ' other day 1 picked up th ' Bloom Center Argus an read, Mr. Chester Berry, o th ' Elite Bowhn Alleys, wuz presented with a genuine onyx scarf pin fer loyal service as checker, coverin ' a period o ' twenty years.

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Meredith Nicholson Butler By Meredith Nicholson. It is a pleasure to be permitted to salute the men and women of Butler, young and old, far and near, at an hour when the Col- lege prepares to meet a new opportunity to serve the world. These are times of great perplexity in the affairs of mankind, and we of America have increasingly a duty to cling fast to all that makes for security and enlightenment. It has been my good fortune to enjoy the acguaintance and profit by the friendship of many of the sons and daughters of Butler College. We have had, in Indiana, no finer body of citizens. Butler stands for some- thing; Butler College is an inalienable part of the history of Indiana. The spirit of Butler has always been that of things noble and elevated that make toward perfection. It is not the size or the age of a college that counts; it is the aspiration and the vision of those who are taught to think straight and keep their eyes on the stars that distinguish the service rendered by an institution that undertakes to open the book of life to youth. The movement for a New Butler can not obscure for those of us who have passed the middle distance what the old meant to Indianapolis and Indiana. Written into the first charter of the institution were the ideals of Christianity, broadly and inspiringly interpreted. Nor may these be lost in the transfer to a new site, for they are of the things that are imperishable. And love of American ideals is not less an element of the Butler spirit. The Butler men who died in the greatest of wars are a pledge to the future of a continuity of endeavor in the New Butler of cdl that made the glory of the old. To make sweetness and light, mercy, justice and peace prevail is the great business before America. And nothing is more reassuring in a survey of the future than the fine determination of Butler to renew her strength and broaden the scope of her labors to the end that this pretty good old world may become a better place for the children of men.

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William Herschell, of Long Boy fame, read this poem, The Invaders, at the banquet given by the Indianapolis Rotary Club at the Claypool Hotel, November 28, for the Butler football squad. ill Herschell The Invaders It ain ' t no special privilege to be a guy no more, De girls in coppin ' all de games us fellers had before. Dey ' re not contented now with dolls an ' other female toys, But got to jim around an ' git de pastimes of de boys. Fer instance, look cd baseball — dey ' ve burgled it, by jing; Dey ' re playin ' golf — dot ' s shinny — and every other thing. Dey ' ve got de roller-skatin ' craze, an ' wearin britches, too, Aw, huly gosh, dere ' s nothin ' left fer reg ' lar guys to do. But, — oh, somebody hold me! — th ' worst of all has came — Dey ' re gittin wise to football an ' coppin ' out de game. Today, out on de commons, a lot of Stelles an ' Myrts Wuz playin ' football wit ' deirselves — she-quarterbacks in skirts. My heart sunk down within me as I lamped dat sorry sight, A sad voice deep inside me said: Aw, aw! Football goodnight! Dem females raced across de field like leapin ' tongues of flame, An ' when it come to tacklin ' — say, dem Julias knew de game! 1 heard ' em givin ' signals, too, just like de reg ' lar guys, Say I: If Pat Page sees em, dot ' s where dat guinea dies! Dey talked uv kicks an ' passes, uv penalties an guards, Say, had it been a bargain sale dey ' d gained a thousand yards! Aw, well, no use to roar, I guess; dey ' re in de game to stay — Dey ' ll soon be makin ' all de rules an learning us to play. An ' I suppose it ' s just as well to not kick up a muss — Fer when dey ' re kickin ' footballs — well dey ' re layin ' off of us!