Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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12 THE SPECTATOR nished by the sidelights, the other machine, crosswise in the road! She screams, closes her eyes, and gives up. Just then she feels a hand cover hers on the wheel. She looks up, only in time to see Brown, with a nerve of steel, swerve gracefully around the other machine, performing the most remarkable piece of steersmanship she had ever witnessed. Mr. Allen was won over at the home of Nlr. Grah- man. Tom discloses his identity. His father, sorry for past conduct and glad to reclaim his son, recognizes him. He was also gladly received by another. Soliloquief qf a Senior tFound In the Study Hallj S the opening of my last term in High School ap- proached, I feared that l, who had been a silly Junior, should be unable to affect the dignihed mien of a Senior. Nevertheless l rejoice that I stand at last in that exalted position to which I, as a Junior, ascribed the power of the gods. l, who was once trampled upon as the dust in the highway, am now in the position to trample. fProverb- Do unto others as they do unto you. j But my life has become more serious. lt is necessary to act like at Senior, a dignified, omnipotent personage, on familiar terms with the facalty, a dread to the Freshmen, looked up to by the Juniors, and respected by the Soph- mores. lt is very necessary that I, who am a Senior, should do something to demand the attention of the poor little Freshmen and the respect of the Sophomores. Even tho my limbs tremble and my heart quakes, l must advance before the eyes of the admiring Freshmen with a great show of courage and break a stringent and time-honored rule of the school, only to be reprimanded by a stern member of the faculty, who says: Thou, O dignified Senior, is this the example thou shouldst set for the rest of the school?

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THE SPECTATOR li ther's racing car. She explains the situation, and finds him not only willing but eager to help her. While he is preparing his machine an automobile passes, the occupants of which they recognize as members of the trust. After the machine has been prepared, Brown places Pyrette in the car and takes his seat beside her. He starts the machine, and they begin their perilous ride. As the machine gets under full speed Pyrette, who has never rid- den on the racing car before, sees trees, houses, and fences fly by as if pursued by some terribly destructive power. She trembles and looks towards Brown. She sees him calmly scanning the road ahead regardless of the danger they are in. ,They pass the other machine, which races after them, however, never leaving them far ahead. The road becomes narrower and rougher, but they still continue their maddening pace. Suddenly there is a blinding flash, followed by a roar, and Pyrette knows no more. She im- mediately revives, and Ends herself lying beside the ma- chine. She fumbles around until she finds the tool-box, from which she takes a match and strikes it to see how long they have been there. She Ends that they have lost ten minutes. To her anguish, she hears a groan nearby. Lighting another match, she finds Brown apparently help- less. He soon revives, however, and lights a small lan- tern on the side of the machine. Only the cylinder-head blown off, she hears him mutter. Oh! Can it be repaired? she asks, hardly daring to hope. Yes, but l cannot use my arm. Can l help any? Anything to accomplish our pur- pose, she says. Pyrette, by his direction, helps to replace the studs and the cylinder-head. By the time the machine is again in order they have lost thirty minutes, but, getting in, they continue at the same speed as before. The air whistles as the machine flies through it. Suddenly Brown, faint from his injury, falls back on the seat. Pyrette takes the wheel and is successful in turning a slight curve in the road, but, hor- rors! not a hundred yards ahead she sees, in the light fur-

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THE SPECTATOR 13 Of course, as I am a Senior, and a very dignified Senior at that, it behooves me to be on equal social terms with the faculty. The Freshmen fear them, the Sopho- mores avoid them, and the Juniors do not express their love for them, therefore it is for me, a Senior, to keep the faculty on good terms with the student-body. And to accomplish this I remain at the school an hour every evening after school. It is natural the world over to look up to the illus- trious personages. For this reason, in deference to me, I am permitted to occupy a front seat in chapel. There are several rules for my behavior in chapel, namely: I must pay attention thruout with a look of wisdom on my profound and imposing brow, I must lead in the singingg need not keep the tuneg I must not laugh at ancient jokes, I must not keep time to the music in marching out. I never stop to quench my thirst in the hall, because my thirst for knowledge is so great that I hurry to the class-room, taking care not to drop the bushel of books under my arm. While the preceptor is calling the roll of his humble pupils, I become very impatient to display my vast amount of knowledge, which comes from my having burned many quarts of midnight oil. A After I have recited my lesson, I must not be caught throwing paper wads. I must not assist my neighbor's books to get on the white polished floor. Then, again, I should not converse with my neighbor about the lesson, that is, ask him where it begins. On the other hand, I should fold my hands, look wise, and not jar the nerves of my teacher, who is supposed to be made of the ster- ner stuff. In class meetings I must be very serious and thought- ful, in fact, very quiet. The class assessments I must pay at once and not go to a corn-roast without any money. Being a Senior, I must not be found on the streets dur- ing the evening, but should be pondering over my studies. In fact, I hear their gentle voices calling. Now, listen! I hear them again! My Chemistry l My Vergil I M-y G-e- o-m-e-t-r-y I